Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2018 21:47:18 +0100
From: Nifty Boy <niftyboy01@gmail.com>
Subject: Holiday Love, Chapter 9

Holiday Love

By Niftyboy (niftyboy01@gmail.com)

Chapter 9: The Statue

The kids climaxed simultaneously and ejaculated. Kevin slowly pulled out of
his lover, his penis slick and dripping. They looked around and saw that
they were alone in the cave and the only light came from the illumination
emanating from the slab of stone.

"Do you think we are back in the past?" Kevin whispered.

"There is only one way to find out," Sven answered and slid down from the
stone and held out his hand.

Kevin took Sven's hand and jumped down. They crawled out of the cave, into
bright sunshine. At once they felt that the air was cleaner and more
invigorating than in the twenty-first century. It seemed hotter and more
humid, and the colors were more vibrant. They held hands and crossed the
valley and were soon on the way towards the village at the sea. They
recognized the farms and huts and were sure to be back where they had been
just a few days before.

"How can we prove that we really have been in the past?" Kevin wondered.

"I am not sure. Perhaps we can take some coins with us. Our g-strings came
with us," Sven suggested.

"Yes, we could swallow the coins. It's a bit yucky, but it might work,"
Kevin replied but did not sound very convinced.

"I am sure we will have a better idea," Sven said hopefully and smiled.

"Yes, let's first go to Ganymede. Perhaps he has some ideas too," Kevin
suggested.

The kids grinned and both were excited to meet Ganymede again.

They entered the village and were greeted by the people. Everyone knew them
as the pink and blue boys and soon a group of villagers followed them and
chatted and laughed. They walked slowly through the village and then came
by a big house. It was surrounded by a large garden that was generously
dotted with many statues, some finished but most in varying stages of
completion. The boys stopped and looked curiously at the statues.

This is the house of Lysippos. He is the most famous sculptor in all of
Greece and he works here with his students and craftsmen," one of the
villagers told the boys.

"You can go in and look around. Lysippos is quite proud of his work and is
always happy when people admire his statues," the man added.

The kids entered the garden and looked at the statues. They could
understand why Lysippos was famous. The quality of the work was incredible
and the bodies and faces were replicated in exquisite detail and
perfection. Each statue had its own expression. Most were life-sized, but
there were some which were much bigger, likely commissioned by temples or
by kings for their palaces.

The kids were especially enamored by a statue showing a naked man with a
coat or a piece of fabric slung over his left shoulder. They stepped closer
to look at all the details. Everything was perfect, from the toe nails to
the pubic hair to the face. The kids oohed and aahed and walked around the
figure to look at it from every side.

"So, do you like it?" a gravelly but friendly voice asked.

The boys looked up and blushed and smile sheepishly.

"Yes, it is beautiful. We are sorry, perhaps we should not have entered?"
Sven said shyly.

"Do not worry. People enter all the time to look at my work," the old man
said quite proudly.

"I am Lysippos, the sculptor. Other artists look at my work and despair,"
he said and waved with his arms to point to all the statues in the garden.

"Hello Lysippos, this is Kevin, and I am Sven," the Swedish boy replied and
had to suppress a giggle.

Lysippos was unbelievably proud but seemed to be nice, nevertheless.

"I have heard of you. The blue and the pink boy. And your beauty had not
been exaggerated in the telling," he said and smiled at them.

The kids blushed and smiled.

"Nor did they exaggerate the skimpiness of your attire," he added with a
grin and made them blush even more.

"Do you want to have a look at the workroom?" Lysippos asked.

The kids nodded eagerly and followed the artist inside the large
house. Lysippos was stocky and broad and was wearing a tunic that was
dotted with flecks of paint and specks of dust. They walked into a large
room where about a dozen men were working. Some were smoothing marble with
fine brushes and sandpaper, others were hammering and chiseling at blocks
of stone and others were bringing in stones and clay and cleaning the
floor. The workers were loud and boisterous and there was a lot of laughing
and joking going on and everyone seemed to be happy.

Lysippos showed them around and explained the different processes, from
hewing a rough form out of large raw marble blocks to chiseling and at the
end the smoothing and grinding of the statues to give them a soft
luster. Then he told them to look around on their own and walked over to
some workers to give them orders.

The kids walked around and chatted with the artists and workers and were
fascinated. It seemed barely believable how rough stones could be
transformed into beautiful, like-like statues. In one corner they saw a
naked youth standing model while an artist chipped at a large block of
marble. The outlines of legs and arms and the head were visible but there
was still a lot of work to be done. The youth glanced over to them and
smiled, but then the artist yelled and complained and told the youth not to
move anymore.  The youth grinned sheepishly and shrugged slightly and then
froze again.

The two kids watched for a while in awe how the artists chipped and
chiseled and a thigh and a calf became slowly recognizable.

"He is quite good. The statue will look fine. The stone fits the youth,"
Lysippos commented and put his hands on the shoulders of the boys.

"Do you want to stand model too? You two are quite gorgeous," Lysippos
asked with a loud voice and looked questioningly at the kids.

"You get food and to drink, and you can sleep in the corner over there," he
offered and pointed to a corner of the workroom.

The boys glanced at each other.

"It would be fun, but he is quite cheap. Just food and a place to sleep
seems to be somewhat cheap for having to stand without moving for hours,"
Kevin whispered to his lover.

"Yes, but I have an idea," Sven said with a sparkle in his eyes.

"You are very generous and we would both love and be honored to stand model
for you," Sven said to Lysippos and smiled sweetly.

"We have but one wish. We would like you to do a statue of us two and then
bury it at the deepest place of the lake in the nearby valley," Sven
bargained.

"Why should I do that? And do you have an idea how much I could earn from a
statue? Why should I bury it and forgo the money?" he asked confused.

"We know it is much to ask for and we cannot tell you the reason," Sven
replied.

Kevin tugged at the arm of Sven.

"Why are you asking for that?" he whispered.

"When we go back to the twenty-first century, we can dive down into lake
and get the statue. Lydia will know that it is old and she and your parents
can see that the statue shows us. Then we have proven that we really have
been in the past," Sven whispered excitedly.

"Yes, of course. And the valley is remote and nobody will find the statue
until we go back," Kevin smiled happily and hugged his lover.

"You are not only beautiful, you are also a genius," he added and kissed
him deeply.

Lysippos watched the two kids whispering and looked nonplussed.

"We know it is much to ask for but we have to insist," Kevin chipped in.

"But for that we promise you that we will stand you as models in all
positions that you desire. Even if they are erotic or more," he added
suggestively.

Lysippos looked contemplatively at the two boys and then slowly walked
around them, checking out every part of their bodies. He grumbled and
muttered and then sighed.

"You will pose in any position that I ask for? There are some patrons of
the arts which pay a lot for special kinds of statues," he asked and looked
into their eyes.

"We will do anything at all," Kevin said empathically.

Lysippos muttered and again walked around them, carefully inspecting them
from head to toes.

"You are especially beautiful. And there is an aura emanating from
you. Something special and very erotic," he said.

"So it will be then. I will make a statue just for you and will hide it in
the lake. And you will pose in certain special positions that are in demand
by some of my more...discerning clients," he said and smiled.

The kids smiled happily and hugged each other.

"It will be hard work for you, in more than just one meaning, but you will
be well fed. And you will only have to pose for the draftsmen to draw your
figures on papyrus and for the rough hewing of the stone and the clay
models," he added and patted them gently on their back.

"Poor Leonidas over there is smitten by the youth and it is quite
unnecessary for the model to stand there for hours and hours without
moving," he whispered to the kids and grinned and glanced over to the naked
youth and the artist.

The kids giggled and were then led by Lysippos to the middle of the
workroom. Lysippos called the other artists over and they all examined the
boys and walked around them. The artists were used to naked models and
there was no sexual tension at all and everything was very
business-like. The artists and draftsmen talked amongst themselves and
commented on the proportion and how perfect the bodies of the boys
were. Then they were told to take off their gstrings. As soon as their cut
penises were revealed, the artists gasped. They stared at the exposed
cockheads of the boys and whispered and could not take their eyes away from
the gleaming, naked skin. And now there was definitely some erotic interest
discernible among some of the artist and draftsmen.

"You are truly naked," Lysippos commented and stared at their cocks.

"You are barbarians, so our mores do not apply to you. But for us civilized
Greeks, men are only really naked if their foreskin is pulled back and the
glans exposed," he explained.

"Only lechers or rent boys catering to the most depraved desires strut
around with their prepuce pulled back," he added.

He reached out and placed Kevin's soft penis on his palm and the artists
stepped closer to have a look at the cock.  One reached out and tugged and
pulled at the skin covering the shaft and muttered excitedly. Kevin's penis
began to stiffen and he was soon erect.

Lysippos tugged at the penis and squeezed and examined the engorged
glans. The artists leaned closed and aahed.

"It is perfectly formed, both his shaft and his glans," one of the artists
commented.

"Yes, as is the scrotum, even though it hasn't dropped yet," Lysippos
agreed.

He rubbed his thumb along the small, hairless balls of the boy to feel the
testicles. Kevin squirmed but stood still when the famous sculptor glanced
at him disapprovingly. Lysippos let go of the stiff penis and stepped away
to have a look at Kevin with his penis pointing straight up.

"Very good. His nakedness will make the statue even more appealing. And
look how the penile skin covering his shaft is being pulled back when he is
erect. Observe that the boy has no frenulum. It seems that in his barbaric
culture it is taken away with his foreskin," he said astonished.

"These barbarians make their boys such that they cannot be but naked at all
times," Leonidas whispered, clearly both shocked and intrigued.

Lysippos wrapped his hand around Kevin's shaft and pulled the penile skin
back, exposing the glistening inner skin covering the muscle of the shaft.

Kevin got even harder when all the artists leaned closer to get a better
look. It was not sexual, but Kevin could feel that some of them were quite
intrigued by the exposed cockhead. It seems that walking around in a
gstring or even fully naked was one thing, but having the glans visible was
something else.

 "Now let's have a look at the slender boy," Lysippos said and turned
towards Sven.

They repeated the examination and were equally fascinated by the Swedish
boy.

"His penis is smaller and more slender than the one of the blue boy, but
perfectly proportioned for his wiry body," one of the artists commend.

"Note how the this boy still has a frenulum and one that is very taut, now
that the his penis is erect. His penile skin tugs at it and tightens it,"
the artist added and rubbed his finger against the tense skin.

"Yes, and his balls have not dropped yet either but are perfectly visible
when his penis is pointing up," Lysippos added.

"Note how his testicles are slightly outlined against the taut skin," he
added and pointed to the outline of the small nuts.

"You will have to capture that when you make a sculpture of the boy in an
excited state, both the outline of his testicles and of his frenulum"
Lysippos advised his pupils.

He turned Sven around and cupped and kneaded his buttocks.

"Very good, it is all muscles and tense," he said appreciatively before he
spread the buttocks to expose the boy's pucker.

"Beautiful, it is tight and creased. Look how the boy has clenched it so
much that the skin has folded in slightly," he explained.

He rubbed and squeezed and stretched it with two fingers to make Sven relax
slightly. Soon the boy was whimpering and a clear drop of anal fluid oozed
out.

"Very good, he is easy to impale. Blue boy, can you quickly penetrate the
boy with your cockhead?" he asked and turned to Kevin.

"Ah, you mean now?" the American boy asked surprised.

"Yes, of course. We need to see how the anal muscle of your lover expands
and folds over your glans," the artist explained.

He led Sven to a table and helped him climb up and recline on his back, his
buttocks just at the edge of the table. He pulled Kevin closer by his arm.

"Slowly, and just your glans," Lysippos cautioned Kevin as he wrapped his
hand around the rigid shaft and placed the cockhead against the ring of
Sven.

Kevin looked self-consciously around, then he took a deep breath and pushed
forward.

"Slowly," one of the artist hissed and leaned over to carefully observe how
the anal muscle began wrapping around Kevin's bulb.

Sven whimpered and spread his thighs so wide that they were in a split. The
observers moved closer, pleased with the perfect view. The sphincter
widened and clenched just around the coronal ridge.

"Stop, don't move anymore," the artist said urgently and Kevin froze.

"Very good, this we will have to capture in one of the statues," he said to
Lysippos.

"Yes, you are right. Even though it will not be easy to do in stone. The
folds are complicated and we have to chisel in such a way that the
underside of the corona of the blue kid is visible just under the stretched
muscle of the pink boy," he added, sounding excited by the challenge ahead
of him.

Kevin meanwhile moaned softly and was breathing harder. The ring of Sven
squeezed and contracted again and again and stimulated his cockhead. He
felt the sphincter clenching in the rhythm of the boy's heartbeat. An
orgasm approached, slowly but surely. Kevin squirmed and tried desperately
to hold back.  He closed his eyes and started to breathe deeply while the
artists around them continued to discuss and leaned close and pushed each
other aside.

In the end his resistance was futile and he clenched his lips together to
not make a noise. His shaft swelled slightly and then his sperm sprayed
into the chute of his lover. His muscles tensed and he tried not to move.

"Look, he is ejaculating," one of the artists who had not been fooled by
Kevin, said loudly.

Lysippos quickly reached down and tugged Kevin's cockhead out of Sven's
chute. The stiff penis jumped and pointed up and a transparent drop of
boycum squirted from the slit. It quivered on the top of Kevin's cockhead,
then the penis twitched and the blob oozed and flowed down the glans and
the glistening shaft.

"Yes, this we will have to capture too," Lysippos shouted.

"We have to capture the moment Just when his semen squirts out.  Just a
hint, a mere suggestion of a drop, to kindle the imagination of those who
will admire the statue," he explained.

"We will capture their orgasms in different positions and circumstances,"
Lysippos said, clearly eager to start the work on the erotic statues.

Kevin's penis slowly softened and he helped Sven to get down from the
table. The artists went back to their tasks and others began preparing for
the work necessary to fashion the statues of the two kids.  They carried in
papyrus and flat plates covered bee wax to make quick drawings. Others went
to the back of the building to select the large marble stones and wheeled
them into the workroom.  Still others carried in clay and large buckets
with water.

The kids were fed and allowed to relax. Everyone knew that the coming days
would be strenuous for the boys and they allowed them some time to be alone
and to just sit around and or laze around on their cot.  The boys went out
to look for Ganymede but they were told that he had gone to visit a nearby
island with his father and would be back only after a several days. They
went hiking outside the village and were struck how different but also how
similar everything was compared to the twenty-first century. The farm
houses did not look very different but the farmers were dressed in ragged
tunics or loincloths. The small fishing boats would not have been out of
place thousands of years in the future but the huge triremes or the
slightly smaller biremes were very different from their modern
counterparts.

Time went by quickly and they returned to the workshop just before the sun
settled. There were still a few workers around who cleaned up the floor and
prepared some chisels and hammers for the next day.  Lysippos greeted them
and invited them for dinner. They went to the private part of his huge
house and reclined on couches in a large room. Soon friends of the artist
arrived and they water and wine was being served and the guests sample from
dishes that slaves were carrying in. Two boys and two girls, all older
teens arrived. One couple started singing and the other couple danced. They
were all wearing diaphanous loincloths and were obviously slaves. The men
glanced at them from time to time, but otherwise continued discussing and
talking boisterously. The four youths were merely supplying the background
music and the men were too much excited by their arguing over minor points
of politics and the depravity of the Easterners and the foibles of
Spartans. The boys were not too interested in politics and soon Sven and
Kevin said goodbye and went to their sleeping place in a corner of the
workroom. It was merely a sleeping mat made of reed but nothing more was
required in the heat of a Greek summer.

They fell asleep quickly and woke up when the sun began rising. They heard
noises from workmen who talked and joked loudly. The kids stretched
languidly and both where too sleepy to open their eyes. They snuggled
against each other and Kevin draped one leg across Sven and slowly and
tenderly caressed him with his toes. Sven sighed and clung to his lover. He
slowly rubbed his morning erection against Kevin's side and abs. The boys
kissed each other with their eyes closed and were only dimly aware that the
workroom was filling with workers and artists who arrived and prepared
everything for the long day ahead.

But then somebody tugged at Sven's leg and told them gently to get up. They
opened their eyes and smiled and got up and stretched and yawned. The kids
sported morning erection that only slowly disappeared. They sat down at a
large table and took their breakfast of bread and fruits and water together
with the workers and the artists.

Lysippos arrived and began giving orders and checked the preparations that
had been done. He walked over to the boys and greeted them.

"Good, you look well rested. You will be washed and oiled, then we start
with the work on the first statue," he told them and led them outside
behind the house. They washed themselves by a fountain, closely watched by
Lysippos and an artist. Once they were clean, the artist began pouring oil
over them and rubbing it in vigorously. Their skin soon glistened and their
lean muscles were nicely outlined.

The kids were led back into the workroom. The artists approached them and
began discussing what pose they should take. After arguing for several
minutes, Lysippos decided that they should start with something simple to
get the kids used to posing.

"We let them stand, the pink boy looking up to the blue one and pressing
his erection against the thigh," he ordered.

"It is an easy pose and we can observe their bodies in a natural, relaxed
state. Later we will do the fountain pose and the squatting one, the
sucking one, the warrior and the vanquished one, and of course several
where the blue boy impales the pink one," he added, barely able to contain
his excitement.

Lysippos began positioning them. Kevin was told to stand straight, with his
chest pushed out and legs slightly splayed. Sven was positioned so that his
crotch was against the thigh of his lover and his head tilted back and
looking up to him. The Swedish boy was told to grind against Kevin's thigh
to make his penis stiff. As soon as he was erect, a workman tied a ribbon
around the base of his penis to keep his hard. Sven moaned softly and
continued grinding while Kevin quickly stroked his semi-erect cock to get
hard too. His penis was tied too and the boys both sported raging
erection. Lysippos made minute adjustments to their poses and had to tell
the Swedish boy to stop grinding against his lover.

Several draftsmen began drawing the kids with on wax tablets. They drew
them from the side and front and back, and one drew their faces and another
their genitals.  At the same time, Lysippos gave advice to workmen who
started hewing large blocks from a high marble stone. Soon they took
chisels and the rough outlines of Kevin and Sven became slowly
recognizable. Lysippos told them to continue slowly.  Chiseling too much
away could be catastrophic and might force them to start again with a new
marble stone.

The place of the workmen was taken by artists who chiseled and chipped away
flakes of marble. All the time other artists made drawings of different
parts of their bodies. Their feet, hands, calves and shins and buttocks,
their abdominal muscles, arms, necks and ear where all captured on way
tablets that piled up in a corner of the workroom.

Two other artists began forming the figures of Sven and Kevin using
clay. Workers poured water into a large vat with clay and stirred it and
carried the wet clay over, for the artists to use.

About every half an hour, a workman gently untied the strings around the
roots of the boys' cocks to keep the blood circulation going. They kids
were not allowed to move and their penises had to be massaged and
rubbed. There was a lot of good-natured joking when two artists kneeled
before the kids and gently rubbed their erections with their thumbs and
laddered them generously with oil.

"Be careful, they should not spill their seed. They have to stay erect for
a few more hours," Lysippos told them, with a twinkle in his eyes.

The artists grinned and continued to gently and lightly rub the veins at
the underside of the boy's cocks.

"They are small, but their semen can shoot out with great force. Better
don't have your face to close to their cocklets," a worker said loudly and
everyone laughed.

Once they were massaged and their blood flowed freely through their
erections, they were tied again and the drawing, chiseling and forming in
clay resumed. It went like this for several hours until it was time for a
lunch break.

The kids sighed and stretched and loosened their stiff muscles. They were
then allowed to ejaculate.  They rubbed against each other and came at
once, their cum splashing against each other and then oozing down along
their oiled cocks. The workers and artists around them cheered and laughed
and clapped them on their shoulders while the boys smiled sheepishly but
were relieved. They were led outside to take their lunch in the
garden. There was a big crowd, and not only the workers and artists were
sitting at a large table, but also visitors and hanger-on's and admirers of
Lysippos. The boys were at the center of the attention and they sat shyly
and a bit embarrassedly close together while a seemingly endless procession
of people walked by and stared at them and wanted to talk to them. Some of
the workers noted their unease and after lunch led them back inside the
workroom and told them to lay down to relax and gather their strength for
the posing in the afternoon.

The kids snuggled against each other and closed their eyes and took a
nap. They were left to sleep until it was necessary to wake them from their
slumber. They resumed posing with regular massages and short breaks. Once
it was evening, the strings were taken off from their cocks and they were
told that the work was over for the day. The kids were both in heat after
having been erect for so long. The workers were cleaning up and the artists
discussed the poses they wanted to capture during the following days.

The clay statutes of Sven and Kevin already looked quite lifelike and
showed all the limbs and the fine outlines of the muscles. The artists
would continue to work during the coming days on it, using the drawings on
the wax tablets to finish it. The clay statues would then be the template
to finish the marble ones to make depictions of the boys for eternity.

Kevin and Sven could not wait and went to their cot in the corner of the
room. Sven lay down on his front and Kevin leaned over him and groaned as
he pressed his rock hard penis through the anal muscle of the boy. Both
boys moaned loudly and Kevin hammered down into Sven. His body slapped
loudly against Sven's round buttocks while he held himself up with his
arms. Both kids were gleaming with sweat while the American boy plunged
down again and again in a frenzy.

"I would not have thought it possible that the blue boy can enter the pink
one from that position. The buttock of the slim boy are so taut and round,"
one of the artist wondered as he watched Kevin ram down into Sven.

"Yes, it is surprising. But then the member of the blue boy is quite small
and slender," a worker suggested, just as Kevin yelped and unloaded into
his lover.

The people remaining in the workroom grinned and watched the kids
shuddering and yelping boyishly.  Kevin clenched his buttocks and pressed
deep into Sven to breed him. Kevin pulled out and the boys got up to wash
themselves and eat a light supper and went soon back to their cot to sleep.

They woke up early at sunrise and walked out behind the house. They both
felt the urge to go running and to exercise. They knew they had a long day
ahead of them where they had to stay still and were not allowed to
move. They ran for nearly one hour over damp grass and squishy moss. Their
muscles flexed and their bodies were glistening with sweat. They arrived
back at the workroom and were greeted by the workers and artists. They were
prepared again and oiled and massaged.

Later Lysippos arrived and discussed with some of the artist which pose the
boys should take. They all agreed that the boys should have it easy since
they intended to make statures of Kevin impaling Sven in the following
days.

"Let's do the fountain pose today. That is easy on the boys and quite
popular to decorate fountains and saunas and we will be able to sell many
copies," Lysippos decided.

"What is the fountain pose?" Sven asked curiously.

"It is one that is used quite often in gardens or inside large vestibules
for fountains. One boy is standing and water gushes out of his penis and
splashes on the boy kneeling before him," one of the artist explained.

The two boys were led to the middle of the workroom. Sven was made to kneel
with his thighs spread wide. He was told to arch his back and grab his
ankles and lean his head back and to open his mouth wide.

"Are you able to urinate now?" Lysippos asked Kevin, who nodded.

"Good, make yourself stiff and then aim at the pink boy," the famous artist
told him.

Kevin stroked himself and was soon fully erect. He began breathing deeply.

"Pink boy, open your mouth wider," one of the artist said urgently when he
realized that Kevin was just about to urinate.

"Drop your arms and do not touch your penis. Let it gush naturally,"
Lysippos said and watched intently.

Kevin sighed and then let go. A hard stream of pee shot out of his slit and
arched up and then splashed on Sven's face. The Swedish boy at first
flinched involuntarily.

"Do not swallow," an artist said to Sven.

Sven nodded slightly and let the urine flow out of his mouth and down his
face. The stream of clear urine began weakening and spraying over Sven's
chest and groin until it finally stopped. Sven's body was glistening and
wet and dripping.

Lypissos made minute adjustments to the pose of Kevin while two workmen
poured water over Sven and cleaned him. Then the work of the workers and
artists began and they started to chisel and draw and forming clay. The
penises of the boys were tied again to keep them stiff and frequent breaks
were taken to massage their cocks.

The pose was less strenuous although Kevin had to drink a lot of water so
that he was able to urinate.  The American boy was told to pee frequently
so that the artists could study the flow and make small adjustments to
Sven's pose so that the urine splashed nicely over his taut skin and face
and chest.

"You are wonderful models, " Lysippos said when it was getting dark and the
work was concluded for the day.

"Tomorrow it will be more strenuous, especially for you, pink boy," he said
and looked at Sven.

"We will do the statues of your boyfriend mounting you but with only the
head of his penis penetrating you. This will capture the moment your
boyfriend will impale you. And we want to show your faces at the moment you
both spill your seed, at the moment of the greatest ecstatic joy ," he
explained.

The kids nodded and had a short dinner and went to bed. In the morning they
woke up early again and went running. Once they were back, the were being
massaged and oiled and gently prepared for the long day. Lysippos had a
physician brought to the house who massaged the boys. He was especially
careful with preparing Sven and he took a long time to oil and rub his
sphincter. They went to the workroom, both glistening with scented oil.

Sven was told to go on all fours in the middle of the room, with his thighs
spread wide and his back arched. Kevin leaned over the Swedish kid, his
legs nearly in a split and supported by his arms on either side of Sven. An
artist wrapped his hand around Kevin's stiff penis and positioned the glans
at Sven's sphincter.  The artist placed his hand on Kevin's buttocks and
pushed gently. The boys groaned and the anal muscles of Sven began wrapping
around the bulbous glans that pressed in.

"Slow, slow,..." the artist whispered and carefully watched Kevin's
cockhead being enveloped by the tight anal muscle.

Sven gasped and his sphincter clenched around the ridge of Kevin's
cockhead.

"Stop," the artist said emphatically.

Another artist appeared and inch by inch changed the position of Kevin's
legs, The other artist had his hand wrapped tightly around Kevin's shaft so
that it could not move. Finally the boys were in the position that Lysippos
demanded. Kevin's chest nearly touched Sven's back and his legs were spread
wide and all his muscles tense. His cockhead poked into the chute of the
Swedish boy from above and the shaft of his penis was clearly visible from
behind.

Artists and workers and draftsmen quickly began drawing and chipping and
forming clay. Two senior artists where tasked to capture the form of
Kevin's penis and of the stretched sphincter of Sven. They made different
drawing on wax tablet and showed then to Lysippos.

The old artist was very happy and kneeled down with a mirror obtain better
illumination. He touched and fingered the stiff shaft of Kevin.

"Very good, you did his well," he told the two senior artists who smiled
proudly.

"Looking from here we can see the underside of the bulb of the blue boy and
the sphincter of the pink boy squeezing his glans. Be careful that you
capture the folds and curves well on the drawing and with the clay. Also
take care with the small balls of the blue boy and his creased anal
muscle," he added.

He reached under Kevin and tugged at the skin covering his shaft, pulling
it back further.

"Try to show this too. This will make clear that the boy has no foreskin
and frenulum. This will excite some of the more depraved connoisseurs of
erotica," he said.

Kevin whimpered and the fingering and touching of his penis by Lysippos
excited him even more.

"Don't move," an artist said nervously when he felt the boy getting close.

Kevin was breathing harder and harder and tried not to move. He shuddered
slightly and the artists leaned closer and observed the shaft of Kevin
intently. The vein at the underside of Kevin's penis suddenly began pulsing
and he moaned and whimpered. His semen sprayed out of his slit into the
chute of the boy. Sven felt the cockhead of his lover engorging even more
and his sphincter expanding and whimpered loudly, knowing that Kevin was
breeding him. One of the artists clamped his hands around Kevin's waist so
that he did not move until the boy sighed and slowly relaxed.

"Good, now continue," Lysippos said and gently ruffled Sven's hair.

They all continued for some time while one of the workers regularly brought
Sven and Kevin water to drink. The heat in the workroom was oppressive
since one side was open without windows to let the sunshine in for the
necessary illumination.

After a while Kevin lifted his head and smiled embarrassedly to the artist
who kneeled beside them to make drawings of his penis.

"I am sorry, but I have to pee," he whispered and blushed.

"You cannot pull out now. But I will be finished before the lunch
break. Can you hold back until then?"  the artist replied.

Kevin smile nervously and shook his head.

The artists looked annoyed, then he got up and quickly conferred with
Lysippos. Kevin watched both men gesticulating and talking animatedly, then
the artist came back.

"You have to just let go. You cannot pull out before I have finished the
drawing," he said.

"It is fine," Sven whispered.

Kevin nodded and then sighed loudly and let go. His pee splashed into
Sven's chute and filled his anus.  He had drank a lot and the stream of pee
went on and on, some of it oozing out and forming a puddle under the
boys. At last the stream weakened and then stopped. One of the workers
arrived and grinned and mopped up the mess.

The artist continued and at last it was lunch break.

"Now you can enter your boyfriend fully, if you want. We have the lunch
break now," the artist told Kevin.

"Yes, please," Sven moaned excitedly.

Kevin didn't answer and just started hammering into Sven. The continuous
squeezing of his cockhead had been nearly unbearable and he could not wait
to ejaculate. His penis moved through the pee and anal juices that filled
the anus of Sven and made loud, splashing sounds. Then he groaned and
pressed all in and climaxed violently. He pinned Sven down on the floor and
thrust and jabbed till his orgasm eventually abated. He slowly pulled out
and a gush of pee and semen flowed out of the prone boy. Kevin helped his
lover up and they rubbed each other's muscles and then went out of the
workroom to eat.

One of the artist led Sven behind the house first so that he could squat
out the pee and then cleaned him carefully. The kids had a quick meal and
went running in the midday heat. During the afternoon they resumed posing,
with Kevin's engorged glans just about poking into Sven's chute.

Once the sun was setting the work was nearly done. Lysippos carefully
inspected each drawing and the clay figures depicting the boys. He patted
the artists and workers on the back and was visibly satisfied.

"Now there remains only one thing we need to capture today. The faces of
the boys when they both achieve bliss together," he announced.

"You, blue boy! Can you pound into your lover so that the pink boy achieves
ecstasy together with you?"  he asked Kevin.

Kevin nodded and his heart began beating quicker.

"Come over everybody, the boys will climax," Lysippos called loudly.

The artists and draftsmen quickly ran over and positioned themselves before
the boys. They watched concentrated, wax tablets and clay ready to capture
the moment when the boys climaxed.

"Now you can start," Lysippos said to Kevin.

The American kid nodded and pushed deeper in. He felt the strained
sphincter clamping around his shaft as it slipped off the ridge of his
cockhead and contracted. Both kids were nearly senseless with lust and
yelped and whimpered. Kevin tried to pace himself but felt that Sven was
close already.  He slammed into the boy and then twisted his hip, his penis
pressing against the prostate of the Swedish boy. Sven squealed and then
convulsed and all his muscles clamped.

Kevin felt the sphincter gripping his penis at its base and he yelped too
and spasmed and ejaculated his boy-cum into Sven. Both boys threw their
heads back and parted their lips and closed their eyes. Their bodies were
shuddering with a long, powerful orgasm which seemed to go on forever. The
artists scribbled and drew frantically to capture the moment on the wax
tablets and in clay.

When Kevin collapsed on top of Sven, the image of the faces of the boys had
been imprinted in the memory of the artists and on the wax
tablets. Everyone cheered and Lysippos walked around to congratulate his
people and the boys. The kids disentangled themselves and got up, both
shaking and spent. They were led out to have something to eat and to
recuperate.

The following days they continued to pose for different statues and in
different sexual positions. Kevin took Sven from behind, on top of him,
standing, and in many more ways. After a week, Lysippos told them that they
had all the drawings and clay statues needed to complete the work in
marble.

"You were wonderful models, and I will keep my end of the bargain. We will
complete a marble statue for you and will drop it at the deepest place of
the small lake," he told them.

"But please tell me. Why do you want to do this?" he asked curiously.

The kids glanced at each other and thought quickly about an answer that
would not be suspicious.

"It is our custom. We believe that our spirit is captured by the statue. By
hiding it, our soul is safe and will not be taken over by those looking at
the statues depicting us," Sven explained.

"Ah barbarians," Lysippos sighed but smiled tolerantly.

"We will all miss you, " he added and patted their heads gently.

The kids smiled and hugged him, then they made the rounds to say farewell
to all the workmen and artists who had become their friends. It took
several hours before they managed to leave the workroom and walk back to
the small, hidden valley. Both had become even more tanned and lean. Posing
had been very strenuous, and exercised muscles they had not even know to
exist. They arrived at the valley and headed directly to the cave.

They crawled to the cave deeper inside and saw the marble stone with its
soft luminescence. They felt the irresistible erotic pull of it and climbed
on it and Kevin began pounding into his lover. Soon they climaxed and the
light began flickering and when they opened their eyes they saw Lydia in
front of them.

"Nothing happened. The light was a bit strange and flickered, but you are
still here," she said and looked dubiously at the kids.