Date: Sat, 5 Jun 1999 18:40:23 -0400
From: doctor-pc@kih.net
Subject: The Museum

THE MUSEUM
by Scott Cantrell, aka Tylendol (doctor-pc@kih.net)

   SCREECH!!! HONK, HONK!!!
   "Son of a bitch!" Marcus Durgin yelled. He hit his own horn, the blaring
noise startling two old ladies walking along the sidewalk. "Dawn New York
drivers!"
   The Vietnamese cab driver yelled something back in his own language,
shook his fist at Marcus through the windshield, and drove his taxi cab off
down the street.
   Marcus merely shook his head, waved an apology to the old ladies and
took off himself.
   "Why today?" he wondered aloud to himself. "First the blotched meeting
with the new Executive Commercialist, then a firm yelling from my boss and
finally almost ran over by a foreign taxi driver. And to top it all off, no
one waiting at home to tell all my problems to."
   Marcus realized he needed to get away. Some place quiet where he could
relax and take care of HIS needs for a while.
   'I know.' he thought to himself, pulling up to the STOP sign. 'The
museum.'
   Changing lanes, Marcus made a right turn and headed off to his new
destination.
   On a quiet back street, he pulled up to a rusted door and shut the
engine off. Getting out of the car, he walked up to the door and knocked,
using an old code-knock to tell anyone on the other side of the door he was
more than a curious spectator.
   Within moments, the door-bolt popped and the door swung wide. Standing
in the light was a thin, dark skinned Greek male.
   "Marcus?" he asked in accented English.
   "Hello Samiel."
   "Marcus. So good to see you. Been a while. What can I help you with?"
   "Use of the museum my friend. I...uh... need to borrow some of Professor
Shephard's books for a research project. Is it OK?"
   "I don't know. I'm not suppose to, not for anyone. You know that. We
don't even have security guards here."
   "Yes, but you know I can be trusted. Three hours Samiel. Please."
   "Well..." was the hesitant reply.
   "I promise. Three hours and I'm gone. You can even go on home." A secret
smile. "Hate to admit it, but you being here would be a bit to much of a
distraction."
   "Three hours Marcus. No more." Turning around to get his coat, Samiel
said, "And you make it up to me later!" Turning back around, he patted
Marcus lightly on the cheek, winked and headed out the door. A few minutes
later, the sound of a car engine starting, followed by the squealing of
tires on the pavement, and the alley was quiet once more.
   Alone at last, Marcus locked the door to the alley and stepped into the
tiny office. 'Too confining.' he thought and headed instead through the
halls to his favorite section, Greek Mythology.
   Here, Marcus found peace. He remembered, as a young man, sitting under
an old oak tree in one of the numerous parks scattered around New York
City. He'd lie there for hours and read adventurous tales of Greek heroes,
glorious gods and fierce battles to the death.
   Then he'd discovered this small museum, so unlike the larger, more
"high-society" version he despised so much. They were only interested in
learning the secrets of ancient objects for themselves, not sharing them
with the world, as was the only proper thing to do.
   He'd been taken seriously here, when he asked questions or showed
interest in the objects and statues on display. He'd even been made a
"part-time apprentice" to one of the museum curators, Dr. Stephen Shephard,
at age 18.
   Now a days, Marcus worked for an advertising agency, but still found a
little extra time to stop in and re-live his childhood.
   He'd even met dear, beloved Samiel here.
   Samiel had arrived in the USA and needed a job. He was a beauty straight
from one of Marcus' secret fantasies. Samiel had a body like the statues in
the museum, with their finely chiseled, granite muscles and radiant
beauty. Their nights together had been full of heat and passion.
   Marcus still got together with Samiel for a fantasy or two.
   But now Marcus was among the statues he so adored, thoughts full of lust
for the Greek bodies... wishes of flesh instead of stone ... a soul instead
of cold emptiness.
   Slowly, Marcus walked to the center of the mythology section. Staring
into the eyes of his favorite two statues, he felt a desire stir in his
loins.
   With quick motions, Marcus shed the clothing he was wearing and lay them
out on a nearby Greek style bench.
   Gently, he took hold of the hard muscle between his legs, eyes drifting
over the smooth contours of the stone statues.
   Sighing softly, he stretched out on the cushioned bench, closing his
eyes and running his free hand through the tufts of chest hair covering his
taut, muscular chest. Quiet moans slipped through his lips as he tweaked
first one nipple, then the other.
   Rising suddenly from the bench, Marcus approached one of the statues and
climbed onto its pedestal. He kissed the stone lips, running his tongue
along the thin seam between the closed lips.  His hand drifted up to press
against the cool hardness of the cheek, trace along the cheek bone
partially hidden behind a stone beard, caress the lips. The hand fell to
the chest.
   "Oh, if only you were real..." he whispered. Drifting around behind the
statue Marcus pressed his body close the stone shape. Marcus' hands flowed
across the rippling muscles of the statues back as he admired the
perfection of the creations muscle tone, so like real flesh.
   Stepping around the pedestal to stand in front of the statue again, he
reached for the statues hard cock with one hand, and his own man-meat with
the other.
   Marcus squeezed his cock roughly, pulling the soft, un-cut foreskin over
his swollen cock head. A deep throbbing filled his cock.
   Squatting down, Marcus came to face level with the cold shaft of the
hulking statues lifeless dick. He brushed his tongue across the hard stone
like it was his favorite lovers meat.
   With a determined motion, Marcus sucked the stiff stone shaft into his
mouth. Sucking the hard piece, he used his free hand to massage his own
balls and tug on the sensitive flesh surrounding his cock head.
   An almost silent moan escaped Marcus' lips before he released the statue
and stood. Running back into his tiny office, he grabbed a specially marked
key from a number of them hanging on the wall. Marcus opened a lower drawer
on the file cabinet, and rummaged inside for a moment. Pulling out a dildo
shaped like a male dick, he re-locked the file drawer and hung the key back
on its hook. Then Marcus returned to the antechamber.
   Marcus moved to the second statue, his other favorite, that stood by the
first. It was a Greek male in a kneeling position, left arm held high, the
hand made into a fist. Marcus slid the dildo into the upraised hand of the
statue, securing it in the grip. Turning his back to the statue, he leaned
his back against the stone. Slowly, Marcus lowered himself into the lap of
the sitting figure, impaling himself on the stiff cock that stood erect
from the statues waist. Grasping the left hand in his own left hand, he
tilted his head to the side and took the stiff dildo into his mouth while
carefully lifting himself up and down, forcing the stone dick to slide in
and out of his hungry ass.
   'This is wonderful.' Marcus moaned silently to himself.
   "I think I love you." he said aloud around a mouthful of dildo, to both
the statues.
   Then he heard something. It sounded like a quiet moan, but not his own.
Stopping, Marcus listened for the sound again. Hearing nothing, he started
fucking himself on the cool stone shaft and sucking on the hard dildo
again.
   Marcus was so lost in the feelings, he almost didn't notice when the
powerful arm wrapped around his chest, the hand grabbing his own stiff meat
and giving it a pull.
   But Marcus was suddenly standing, turned around, staring at the statue
... that was mysteriously staring back at him.
   His mouth fell open as he looked at what was once a statue, but was now
a living, breathing entity. The hard, white marble was now pinkish flesh.
Looking a few feet away to the second statue he saw it was moving as well,
the color changing in it also.
   The first male statue smiled at him.
   "Thank you." it said. "You freed us from our stony prisons, but only
temporarily. How can the two of us ever repay you?"
   'Too good to be true.' Marcus thought to himself. Not being one to dwell
on details, and perfectly willing to overlook this strange situation, he
moved closer to the male that had spoken. Stepping close, he nudged his
hard cock against the statue mans lips, which parted to let him slide
between their tight grip, pushing the foreskin to the base where it was
held by the tight grip of the statue man.
   As the statue man sucked diligently on his dick, he ran a hand across
the soft face, through the rugged beard that covered a finely chiseled
face. He suddenly hunkered down, feeling the dildo still held in the statue
mans other hand pressing against his asshole. With ease, the dildo slid
into his ass and rubbed against his prostate.
   Pleasure exploded through Marcus' body. He focused his attention on the
feel of the tight lips sliding up and down his hard shaft.
   Suddenly the hard shaft up his ass slid completely out, to be replaced
by another shaft. A shaft which Marcus realized was the cock of the other
statue guy, who was now fucking in and out of his tight ass. Firm hands
gripped his shoulders, pulling him down further onto the slab of man meat.
   Marcus' eyes rolled back, closing as he gasped. He wrapped strong hands
around the head of the statue man sucking his man tool. Each thrust forward
drove him deep into the tight mouth. The backwards thrust drove the hard
cock deeper in his tight ass.
   "Uuuunnnnnhhhh!" was all Marcus to say to express the full excitement he
was feeling. Never in his wildest dreams could he have two such creatures
pleasing him. He was loving every minute of it.
   Needing to be a little more involved in the action, he pulled himself
free of the statue men. Taking their hands, he guided them over to the
nearby bench.
   Marcus lay on his stomach on the bench, legs on either side, ass
sticking up in the air.
   Getting the idea, the statue men approached him, one from the front and
the other from the back. One massive dick slid into his mouth while the
other rubbed gently against his asshole. With a quick thrust that forced a
muffled grunt from Marcus, the hard member slid between his cheeks and deep
into his hot ass. Once secured, it rocked back and forth, each thrust
driving Marcus forward on the bench to be impaled by the stiff member in
front of him.
   Marcus' tongue swirled around the hard knob of the cock head. He
captured the few drops of the sweet precum that leaked out. Savoring the
taste Marcus tried for more, tongue slipping across the spit soaked head,
tickling the lower indention, trying to coax forth another drop.
   With one hand braced on the floor for support, Marcus' other hand
drifted between the bench and his body. Grasping his hard cock, he rubbed
the sensitive crest through warm foreskin. Squeezing tightly he jacked off
to the rhythm of the fucking he was receiving, careful to pay pilgrimage to
the stiff tool in his mouth as well.
   With careful ease, Marcus pulled away from the dick he was sucking and
lifted himself slightly off the bench. He rolled over onto his back. Lying
back down carefully he felt strong hands grip his ankles and pull his legs
wide apart as the hard cock slipped back into his mouth and down his
throat.
   The statue guy getting sucked off stepped forward a little and drove
deep into Marcus' throat. The tightness almost drove him wild. He thrust
forward, feeling the hot lips close around his base.
   Heavy balls slapped Marcus' forehead repeatedly. They were welcomed by
the small moans issuing from the chest of the handsome man trying to
swallow his tool whole.
   Suddenly the huge cock slid out of Marcus' throat. He closed his lips
quickly to catch what few drops of cum he could before the leaking dick
slipped completely from his lips grip.
   The statue man stepped to the Marcus' side, looking deep into the dark
brown eyes before him. Leaning over, he kissed Marcus full on the lips,
tasting his own cum. He licked the last drops of cum from Marcus' lips and
straddled the strong chest. Only inches above Marcus' chest, he rocked back
and forth, heavy balls running through the thick chest hair. The delicate
hairs tickled his ass cheeks, bringing forth a smile.  The body moved
forward as cock met lips. One delicate push and the lips parted to surround
the rough meat once more. Sweat ran down the statue man's chest, falling
onto the cheek of the man lying prone beneath him, accepting his man muscle
with great skill and total pleasure!
   The statue man fucking Marcus' ass leaned forward, teeth meeting flesh
as he nipped at his companions back muscles and shoulder blades. Thick,
muscular arms reached forward and found sweaty flesh.  He went for the ear
that came close as the second statue man leaned back into his embrace.
   Pulling out of Marcus' ass, the first statue man stepped forward over
Marcus' body. Biting down into strained shoulder muscles, he thrust his
sweat soaked cock deep between the ass cheeks of his fellow creation.
   The howl of pure man lust and pleasure released by the statue man Marcus
was sucking on echoed off the white stone walls of the museum.
   Marcus' eyes flew open, wide with the animal lust the other two
felt. One hand grabbed his stiff cock and jacked wildly as the other found
the rock hard ass of the violator. With deft movements, he squeezed tightly
on the cheeks and felt the muscles move fluidly just beneath the surface of
the skin.  With a quick motion, he slid two fingers up the tight ass. The
asshole clamped down hard on his fingers, getting tighter then loosening,
only to tighten again.
   Marcus couldn't hold out any longer. Throwing his legs wide and taking
the thrusting cock deeply down his throat, he came. Strands of cum spurted
out of his tortured dick. They covered his hand causing more motion as his
tool became slick with the man-juice. Cum also splashed against the back of
the statue man straddling his waist. Rivulets of cum ran down the muscular
back, falling back to mix with that covering Marcus' pubic hair and fist.
   Collapsing back, he realized the firm dick in his mouth was getting
ready to explode as well. Wrapping his lips tightly around the salty
tasting shaft, he sucked with all his might. His tongue danced across the
skin, hitting all the delicate spots and rubbing them roughly. The pressure
was building. Pulling hands and fingers free of the other man's body, he
grabbed the base of the cock he was being fed and pulled gently on the skin
there. Marcus' second hand found the hair coated balls and added a slight
pressure, kneading them with skilled fingers. Another set of balls slapped
his hand continuously.
   Finally the first statue man had had all he could take. With a final
thrust, he buried his member in Marcus' willing mouth and released his
load. Groaning loudly, he looked down to see his cum overflowing Marcus'
mouth. Oh how he wanted this to continue, to fuck Marcus' mouth till he
came again. These thoughts were drowned out by the screech that came from
behind him. Bracing himself, the statue man thrust back against his fellow
lover.
   The cock drove deep into the ravaged flesh and exploded like a pent up
geyser. more and more cum flowed out as the first statue man held tightly
to his companions body, pressed roughly to his chest. Chest hairs were
crushed by the tight back muscles. Flesh seemed molded with flesh. Together
they were like one body.
   Falling away from each other, the three bodies collapsed on the floor,
their passions spent for the moment. A smile reached Marcus' lips.
   "Wow." he said. "This is incredible. I'd never have believed..."
   He was silenced by a set of lips pressed tightly against his.
   "Oh, so you want more eh???" the smile on Marcus' lips grew even wider.
    Standing up,. Marcus led the two magnificent creatures to a low alter
nearby. Wordlessly he pushed the two statue men onto the cool slab of
stone, side by side. Falling to his knees, he started sucking the
magnificent cocks, going back and forth from one to the other.
   The two men lying on the alter turned to each other, their muscular arms
wrapping around each other and pulling their bodies closer together.
   Their lips met, the kiss long and passionate. Hands caressed nipples as
Marcus' lips caressed their stiff cocks. The statue men explored each
others body with firm grips.
   Marcus sucked the stiff member in his mouth, right hand drifting over to
touch his other lovers legs, feeling the muscles tighten at his touch.
Slowly, he traced a line up the muscular thigh, directly to the crotch.
With new swiftness, he moved to this tasty treat, licking the head roughly
and sliding it deep in his throat. Swallowing quickly, he felt the
pulsation of the hard cock. But it wasn't what he wanted.
   Standing up, Marcus threw the legs of this mighty warrior onto his
shoulders. With one deft thrust,. he buried his tool to the hilt, deep
inside the hot ass of his lover. The sigh of that lover made him even
hotter. Quickly, he thrust back and forth.
   The second statue man sat up, and leaned to his left. He took the stiff
cock of his comrade in his mouth and sucked deeply, bringing the extra
pleasure of being sucked and fucked at the same time.
   The receiver of the loving attention thrashed his head back and forth,
barely able to stand the intense pleasure coursing through his pelvis. He
thrust his hips forward, imbedding his long man-tool in the hot mouth. Then
pulling back, he met the stiff meat plunging into his ass head on, taking
it deep.
   Marcus felt the tension building. His free hand grabbed the tight cock
of the sucker and jacked wildly. Soon, he was rewarded with a hand full of
cum, which he spread on the chest of the hunk beneath him.
   The statue man sucking his partner made a last few strokes and released
the stiff member, letting the hot, sticky cum shoot forth, mixing on the
studs chest with his own.
   Marcus was next, pumping the tight ass till he was ready to explode.
Then he quickly withdrew and leaned forward, shooting his own man-juice on
his lovers chest. Marcus crawled up and licked at a cum soaked nipple. The
second statue man joined him, licking up the sweet juice. Running fingers
through the mixture, he allowed his partner to lick the cum off his
fingers.
   This lasted only minutes, till the cum was gone. Each of the statue men
stood, turning to Marcus.
   "Thank you... for our freedom." they told Marcus. Each stepped forward,
offering a hug and a deep French kiss.
   With a last smile and a wink, the two men returned to the pedestals from
which they usually stood. Taking their former positions, their bodies
seemed to stiffen. Slowly, the pink skin turned white, the muscles
tightened, and the bodies cooled. They were statues once more.
   Marcus looked on with wide eyes. Sadness fell over him. Then a smile
crossed his face. Why was he sad? After all, it happened once, perhaps
again?
   Head filling with endless possibilities, Marcus grabbed his clothes and
slipped them on, leaving the museum.
   Oh, the possibilities...

THE END