How I became a living statue / By Retho (Single render) (Patreon)

"Why don't you have a look yourself?"said Damain, risin from his chair. He lead me to the living room where the two statues were. He lead me to the blond hair, blue eyed statue. He looked even better up close and I could see every detail on his body. He was perfectly smooth, every muscle and sinew captured perfectly. I looked at the statue closely and I actually saw fine cracks in the surface, just like human skin.

"Jeff, meet Matt,"said Damain, putting his hand on the statue's smooth buttocks and rubbing it affectionately. "Matt, this is an old friend of mine from high school, Jeff."

"Matt?"I stammered. "You mean to say he's alive?"

"And perfectly aware,"said Damain, now carassing the statue's hard abs with his other hand. "Go on Jeff, touch him if you want, they don't mind, they this one of the things they agreed to when they became a statue."

I reached forward and stroking the statue's chest. It was just like human skin, it was even warm, but not as warm as normal human temperature. I could feel no movement of the chest, no breathing, but I thought I could feel a faint pulse underneath the skin, a heart beating? I tried pressing down hard and but the skin barely budged and when budged quickly reformed back to its original shape.

"He looks good doesn't he?"Damain asked me, now carassing the statue's muscular arms.

"Yes... but how?"I stammered. I looked longingly at the youth's cock and balls, they were beautiful and I wondered if I could touch them. "Go ahead, and touch, they won't mind,"said Damain, seeing the look in my eye. I stroke the statue's beautiful erect penis gently, his cock and balls were as rigid as the rest of him and as I stroked, I saw a small drop of liquid form at the piss slit of the cock.

"What's that?"I asked.

"Precum,"said Damain with a laugh. "We've got him all aroused with all this stroking, haven't we Matt?"he said, patting the statue's buttocks again. "I bet you want to orgasm don't you?"he asked. Damain knelt down and opened up a small panel in the stand.

"Orgasm?"I asked. "A statue can orgasm?"

"He's not a statue Jeff, he's a living person,"said Damain a little annoyed. "Go on, apologize to Matt while I give him an orgasm."

"I'm sorry,"I said, feeling stupid that I was apologizing to a statue,"if I have offended you."

"Put your hand on his cock, you'll see what I mean,"said Damain.

I put my hand on Matt's cock, stroking it affectionately and I thought I detected a faint tremor in his cock.

"Did you feel something?"Damain asked me.

"Yes, like something inside him moved or something,"I answered.

"That was an orgasm,"said Damain. "We can't see it happening or see the effects since he can't move, but he feels really good, that I can be sure off."

"But...how is this possible?"I said. "I mean, he looks...well..." I trailed off, not knowing how to say what I wanted to say without offending Matt again.

"Like a statue?"said Damain with a laugh. "Yes, he looks like a statue doesn't he, and a very handsome statue at that. But tell me Jeff, what makes you think he looks like a statue?"

"He doesn't move,"I said.

"Exactly,"said Damain. "He doesn't move."

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"Sure,"said Damain. "They don't mind, they see it as an interesting diversion."

"Is he gay?"I asked as I knelt down to take Erik's hard cock in my mouth. I stroked it tenderly, up close, it looked even more beautiful.

"No, but he doesn't mind,"said Damain. "All of them agreed to this when they became a statue."

I took Erik's hard cock in my mouth, I had never sucked a cock before but it was easy to do since the owner didn't appear to protest or squirm or resist my ministrations on his cock.

"Now, you should do Matt's cock too, or Matt will get jealous,"said Damain jokingly.

"Sure, no problem,"I said as I knelt down before Matt. I stroked his cock too and then took it in my mouth. His cock was a little shorter but thicker and fatter and presented a different sort of challange for me to suck.