Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2012 20:41:43 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: A Statue of Love

This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good or
bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

    My name, which isn't really of any consequence, but it is Martin
Reynolds, and I like to think that I am a budding artist. Drawings,
sketches and the like, spending a lot of my time in museums copying any
statue that takes my fancy.

  Fancy isn't really the correct word to use for what attracts me the most
are those of any young male for with me being gay, I think you would
understand the subjects I would pay the most attention too. I'm twenty four
years of age, fair haired, both top and bottom, blue to green eyes and with
tongue in cheek, a fairly good body and decently hung. I've quite often
done drawings of myself by posing before a full length mirror to do these,
liking those where I am sporting an erection. But these I do not ever
display for obvious reasons.

   What changed my life somewhat was when on hearing of some dowager
Duchess who had quite a few statues in her mansion that I wrote to her
saying what my profession was and that I would like to see those that were
at present in her mansion. It was a lovely letter in reply that she sent,
inviting me to visit and see her collection.

   With a date being fixed, I duly turned up on the specified day and time
and was made most welcome. I was given tea as we both talked of our love
for sculptured figures which, after our tea, was shown round. She had over
twenty sculptured statues and statuettes to show me and there was one which
struck me as being the most beautiful one I had ever seen. To me, it was
far superior to that of David by Michelangelo and instantly fell in love
with it.

   It was of a young man, naked, standing, about my height, sculptured out
of marble that made me break out in goose pimples at the sensuous
expression on the face. For I had the sudden desire to move up and kiss
this marble figure and stroke the penis that was between the thighs, but
because of being conducted by the Duchess, refrained from doing so. But, it
had aroused me to the extent that I had to cover my front with the papers I
was carrying so that she couldn't see the sudden expansion of the front of
my trousers.

   With the tour finished and being offered a glass of sherry, which I
accepted, I then waxed lyrical over such a wonderful collection and begged
her permission to visit again to do some drawings of some of her delightful
collection. I flattered her enough for her to give me permission to do just
this and we set a date not far off in the future.

   In fact it was for a week later but before this time came round, I was
able to draw from the imprinted vision in my mind of that particular statue
that I found later that my drawing from just the seeing of it once was
almost perfect in all its glory.
   On the appointed day and at the correct time, I presented myself at the
mansion of the Duchess and was warmly greeted. I followed inside until I
was in front of the first statuette. She watched me for a short time before
taking her leave and left me alone to carry on with my sketching of this
piece. When finished, I walked through to the hall where my statue was, I
called it mine, for I just loved to gaze at the beauty of it and wished
that I possessed it.

   I moved closer and began to stroke s shoulder and could see over this
and through a window, saw that the Duchess was out walking across the lawn
with two dogs and knew that I was now alone in the mansion with my
statue. I began to stroke both arms, feeling the coolness of the marble,
wishing that it was bare flesh and feeling the need to make it warm, moved
in closer and held it in my arms and then kissed the cool lips. I made
believe that it was kissing me back as I ran my hands up and down his
back. I was now referring it as him now as I kissed his neck before moving
down and kissed as well as sucked on each nipple. All thoughts of the
Duchess left my mind as I slowly went down onto my knees, running my tongue
down over the flat but muscled stomach until I reached the flaccid penis
which I took into my mouth to suck and tease with my tongue. Oh how I
wished that I could make it come erect for me to really pleasure him and
then at the same time have the pleasure of having him come in my mouth.

   My hands had moved round his back and began to run them over the firm
cheeks of his backside, pulling him towards me as I carried on with my
sucking of his cock. In the doing of this, I had roused myself and my own
was beginning to hurt me, so I pulled down the zip of my trousers and
pulled out my own throbbing cock and as I continued on my sucking of him,
jerked myself off and came all over his lower legs.

   I could only imagine in my mind that as I spent myself over his legs
that he had at the same time come in my mouth for me to savour before
swallowing his seed. I reluctantly pulled my head back off of him, giving
his penis a final kiss before rising up and kissing him again on those cool
lips and thanked him for the pleasure that I had received. I was
fantasising I know, but for those few minutes he was flesh and blood to me
and couldn't stop myself from moving round behind him and let him feel my
still hard cock being pressed up tight to the cheeks of his ass, wishing
that they could part for me to enter and really make love to him.

   It was only when my tumescence began to wilt did I moved back round him,
putting my cock back inside my trousers did I then take out my handkerchief
and wipe my sperm from his legs, licking some of this off before putting it
back into my pocket. I gave him one final kiss before leaving him o go and
do another drawing of another statue before the Duchess returned to offer
me some tea. This I accepted and followed her back to her lounge where tea
was served by a maid as she looked at my drawings and was very pleased with
my efforts.  In fact, she liked them so much, she commissioned me to do
drawings of all of them for her to have them framed for her gallery.

   This put me over the moon for it would mean I would be able to spend at
least a month with my statue for me to kiss and make love to while
there. Which I did for several weeks, taking my time in doing her drawings
very carefully. As slowly as I did these, the time finally came when all
were completed which would me then not being able to gaze and stroke and
fondle my statue as well as my making love to it. But fate or luck,
whichever way you look at it, it was not my last time of seeing my statue
when I said my goodbyes to her with a nice cheque in my pocket.

   It was only a week later that I was in one of the town's galleries
seeing if they had added anything else that was worth my sketching when
without really looking, turned round and bumped into somebody who was
behind me.

   I dropped my portfolio case that I had been carrying in a state of shock
at the young man that I was now facing, for he was the spitting image of my
statue here in the flesh before me. I'm sure that my face had gone white at
suddenly seeing him there before me. The face was the same as was the
expression and he could have been the original that the statue had been
copied from but that was impossible for the statue was at least a hundred
years old whereas he looked to be around the same age as myself.

   I stammered out my apologies for bumping into him and quickly bent down
to pick up my case, noting that he was clothed as I stood up.

   `I...I'm sorry, but you have given me a shock,' I stuttered and his face
changed slightly with a look of query in his eyes. `Please, if you have a
moment, I would like to show you something. A drawing that I have with me,'
and pulled his arm towards a seat that was close by. He still had that look
but still followed me and sat down beside me as I opened my case and pulled
out the drawing of my statue.

   He took it from me as I passed it over and he looked at it for several
minutes before speaking.

   `It's a drawing of me,' he said, and just the sound of his voice made my
cock start to rise, for he spoke in such a lovely soft tone.

   `N...no,' I stuttered again. `It's of a statue that I did a few weeks
ago. It gave me quite a shock to see how much you resembled my drawing. My
name is Martin Reynolds,' I said, holding my hand out towards him.

   `Mine's David,' and my heart skipped a beat, `David Collins, and I must
say that it's a beautiful drawing.'  `Beauty is in the eye of the
beholder,' I responded. Thank you, for I fell in love with it the moment I
saw it,' and suddenly blushed at saying those words. He looked at me and
smiled and my stomach went all funny at the way his eyes crinkled with that
smile and my cock took an extra jump inside my trousers and I was glad that
I had the case sitting on my lap. Oh how I would have loved to have had him
sitting on my lap. Having visions of him being naked and sitting there with
my cock up his ass as we kissed. I had to mentally slap myself for these
thoughts but then blurted out without thinking first. `I...I would be
honoured if you would let me do another drawing but of you in the same
pose.'

   `In the nude?' he asked with that lovely smile again though his eyes
showed amusement this time.

   `Ye...yes,' I stammered. `If you would,' which to my ears sounded as if
I was begging, which if the truth be known, I was. I'm sure that my eyes
had a pleading look in them as he studied my face.

   `Now that would be a novelty for me, having a drawing done of myself. In
the nude too,' he added, the smile still on his face as he looked into my
eyes and my body felt like melting.

   `You will then?' I asked in a hopeful voice, sure that my face gave out
the same impression.

`Yes. I would like to be done in the nude,' he replied.

   Was that an innuendo? Was he like me, gay? I didn't want to push it but
there was hope in my heart that he was.

   `When, er, when can you be available?' not being able to stop myself by
coming out with my own innuendo.

   `Why not now, today. I'm free,' he said. Was this another one?

   `Great,' I said, taking the drawing back to put it away. `I don't live
far from here. Shall we go? I said, rising to my feet, still keeping my
case in front of me. He nodded as he stood up and followed me out of the
gallery for us to go to my home. I lived alone and knew that the place was
tidy being somewhat fastidious in keeping the place clean.

   `What do you do for a living?' I asked as we walked, and he gave out a
chuckle.

   `I'm a male model, though it's mostly having my picture taken while
wearing clothes. I haven't done anything like that naked. What do you do?'

   `Drawings, sketches, paintings, whichever. It least it brings in the
bread. I got a hefty check last week from the woman who owns the statue,' I
said, the conversation now ending as we came to where I lived. It was an
apartment in a small block and we were soon inside.

   `Tea or coffee,' I asked, able to put my case down now that my erection
had subsided.

   `Er, coffee please. Black no sugar thanks.' He said, looking about the
lounge as I went to make the coffee. That didn't take long and on returning
into the lounge saw that he was looking at some of my drawings up on the
walls.

   `They're very good,' he said, accepting the mug I offered him and he
came and sat down on the sofa beside me.

   `Where will you want me?' he asked, looking round the room. There!
Another innuendo I thought. In bed would have been my reply but didn't say
it.

   `About here so that I can have my back to the window for the light,' I
said, getting up and moving across to be in front of the big window that
was there, putting my coffee mug down and getting out my big pad from my
case. I also got out the drawing of the statue and passed it over to him.

   `The same pose if you would please David,' I said. He took it and looked
at it for a few minutes before putting it down where he could see it and
then he started to take his clothes off. My legs started to turn to jelly
as he began revealing himself and so I had to sit down to control
myself. His back was towards me and so it was his bum that I saw first as
his trousers and underpants came off. Firm rounded cheeks that made me
tremble and want to move over to stroke and kiss them and nearly fainted
when he turned round for me to see what he had between his legs. Now here
was where he differed from the statue by his cock being just that bit
bigger and wondered just how big would it grow with him having an
erection. This I soon found out as he placed himself in the same pose as
the drawing.

   `You've got a beautiful body,' I said, putting my pad on my lap and
picking up a crayon to start sketching. `Oh,' I then uttered at seeing his
cock start to rise up.

   `I'm sorry,' he said. `It was you saying that I've got a beautiful body
that did this.' I watched mesmerised as he got bigger and bigger until it
was up hard and sticking straight out in front of him. `Also, it's the
first time that I've posed in the nude,' he added as he apologised.

   `Nev...never mind, I can always touch that up a bit later,' I stammered,
feeling my face go red. Christ! If that wasn't an innuendo I don't know
what! And it was unintended, but I think he picked it up for he gave me a
big smile. I lifted up my pad, knowing that I had to close my mind down and
concentrate on the drawing of his lovely body, one that I wanted to stroke,
caress and kiss. Shut up! My mind screamed because of me getting an
erection myself, concentrate, you can touch him later. Shut up, I screamed
silently at myself again, and began the drawing.

   After twenty minutes, I gave him a break to relax for five minute before
getting into the right pose again for me to finish the drawing. This done,
I waved it at him as I got up and went and sat down on the sofa. He came
and sat down beside me to look at the picture of himself drawn on the pad.

   `It's beautiful,' he said, his hand coming down onto my leg, giving it a
gentle rub. `I can't really believe it, it being so good.'

   `Thank you,' I said, my own hand now going down onto his leg and giving
it a small rub like he had done to mine. His hand came up off my leg and
covered the one of mine on his leg, giving it a light pressure, his fingers
a moment later curling round into my hand and lifting it up and giving it a
kiss.

   `It's a wonderful drawing,' he said squeezing my hand a little and I
noticed that his cock had started to rise up again. My mouth then began
speaking before my brain was in gear.

   `Do you know,' I began, speaking in a low voice. `I used to kiss the
statue when I was there alone with it.'

   `Would you like to kiss the statue again then?' he asked, his voice low
like mine as he gave my hand another squeeze.

   `Yes please,' I said, my voice now sounding very small and he let go of
my hand and put the drawing down as we turned towards each other to go into
a clinch for us to kiss. Oh what bliss to now feel those lips on mine, soft
and warm as opposed to being hard and cool. I don't know how long we held
that first kiss but only broke away as my hand freed itself from his and
went down and stroked his erect cock. `I used to suck on this too though it
wasn't anywhere as big as this. Can I do that too?'

   `I would love that,' he said, his voice a little choked up. `Then I can
do it to you too afterwards.'

   We broke off the holding of each other as I slipped off the sofa and
went between his open legs and gazed down at my statues erect and throbbing
cock. Licking my lips, my shaking hand moved and took hold of the shaft,
feeling the heat and having it throb as my fingers curled round it. I was
now moving into heaven I thought as I then took the head into my mouth to
suck and tease with my tongue. He gave out a small groan as I began to suck
and gently nibble at it with my teeth, also running my tongue over the bare
flesh that I had revealed in pushing down the foreskin with my lips as I
had taken it into my mouth. I found the G string and made him give out a
shiver when this was stroked with my tongue.

   I think he needed what I was doing to him as much as I did in the
sucking of his big cock for he soon began to lift his hips up towards my
mouth as my head went down in my movements. I felt his body start to
tremble and actually felt his sperm rising up the tube of his cock and had
it erupt in my mouth. It definitely was heaven at having his semen collect
in my mouth with every spurt for me to move it round with my tongue and
then to swallow that life giving essence before licking all round the head
and giving it a final kiss before letting him go. I sat back on my heels
and looked up at him lying back, a light sheen of sweat on his hairless
chest, a big smile on his face.

   `Sheer bliss,' he said, smiling. `I surely needed that relief. My turn
now to see to you.'

   I quickly got to my feet and soon had all my clothes off to be as naked
as he was, my own cock, throbbing away like mad, sticking out like his had
and he got up from the sofa for me to sit down to open my legs for him to
get in between. This he did and he licked his lips like I had done prior to
taking him into my mouth, but now it was onto my cock head that his lovely
kissable mouth came down and took me in.

   Oh my love, my statue was now sucking on me, pushing my foreskin right
down to tease me the same way and such was my need for relief, didn't last
long before coming into his hot mouth, having him swallowing it as well,
feeling that extra bit of suction as he did so.

   The air felt cold wafting over the bare flesh when he lifted his head up
off of mine as he reached up and pulled me off the sofa to fall into his
arms as he rolled back onto the carpet with me on top of him as we kissed
again. This time it was with our mouths partly open for our tongues to
touch and play with each other. After a minute or two, I then pulled him
over in another roll so that he was lying up on top of me as we kissed
again.

   This we did for several minutes before breaking apart, both of us
thanking each other for such a wonderful blow job. I got up and went and
got us both a drink, now feeling thirsty after having a mouthful of semen
inside. He was standing up when I got back with two drinks handing him one.

   `It was not only the lips or penis I kissed,' I said, putting my drink
down. `I would go round behind my statue,' which I did as I was speaking,
`and then kiss the cheeks of his bum but couldn't really do what I had
wanted to.' I was now behind him and went back down onto my knees again
though it was the cheeks that I kissed now. But the extra bit was that I
was now able to part the cheeks of my living statue and push my tongue up
between them to lick and probe that other part that I couldn't do before. I
did this for several minutes, feeling his body shiver when my tongue went
inside him.

   I rose up, kissing his back as I moved in closer until I had my cock
pressed up against the crease of the two ripe plums.

   `This I would do too, yearning to be able to put my cock up inside my
statue and make love to him properly,' I said, feeling my cock start to
rise up again.

   `Well this statue wants you to do just that,' he said, his head leaning
back onto the side of my neck, `though it would be easier if I was down on
my knees.' In this he was right and so I let go of him to move forward and
go down onto his knees and opened his legs for me to see the target that I
wanted to put my now throbbing cock inside. I spat some saliva onto my hand
and rubbed it over the head of my cock before going down onto my knees and
shuffled forward, my bouncing cock leading the way.

   With my hands on his hips, I moved mine until I got my swaying erection
into the right place and then slowly eased myself forward feeling the
resistance at first until he relaxed and the head of my cock moved into his
ass. The inside heat of his body was incredible as I slowly carried on
moving, feeling his muscle constantly flexing itself round my shaft as I
filled him with it. It was only when my thighs were tight up to the cheeks
of his bum did I stop for I could go no further. The tightness was
incredible but lovely having the whole length of my cock being surrounded
by the walls of his channel. It was just like a tight fitting cloth that
was flexible and yet having the stretch that was needed as I began to move
myself into the movement of me fucking my beautiful statue.

   Having been sucked not so long ago, I was able to last much longer,
having that thrill of my cock be compressed and squeezed as I shafted his
ass. I ran my hands up and down the sides of his body, using my fingernails
to gently rake his skin on to backward stroke, making his body
shiver. Actually making him give a gurgle of delight as I did so. But
nature took over and soon was holding his hips tight and began pulling him
back onto my forward thrusting as I began to shoot my come up into his ass.

   `Wow, I can feel that,' he cried as my shots hit home, `give me all of
it!' That I was doing anyway until there wasn't any more left and came to a
stop, breathing heavily as I leaned over his rear end and then could hear
him panting too. `That was great,' he gushed and cried out, `Noooo,' as he
felt me start to slide out of his ass. But I came out and felt the cold air
swirl round my still hard and throbbing cock. I got up and almost waddled
off to the bathroom to wash my cock and make it nice and clean after going
bare back in my fucking of him.

   I went back in with a damp flannel and found him still on his knees on
the floor and I gave his bum a wipe and helped him to stand up.

   `I most definitely know that I've just been fucked. It was lovely,' he
said, pulling me into his arms for a kiss. `Would you like me to fuck you
now?' he asked after breaking off the kiss.

   `I never thought you'd ask,' I said with a grin. `Of course. I want this
hard piece of flesh I can feel getting squashed between our stomachs. I
want it inside to have the same pleasure as you've had. The harder the fuck
the better,' I said, breaking free and going down onto my knees in front of
him, taking the head of his cock into my mouth to give it some of my saliva
in the sucking to take the place of a lubricant.

   It was only a brief suck for I was now desperately wanting that hard
erect cock inside to give me as much pleasure that he said I had given to
him. Already being on my knees stretched out and opened my legs and felt
him get down behind me, his hands coming onto my hips and felt the head of
his cock nestle itself at the entrance to my cave.

   I felt my ring piece being expanded as the head of his cock was being
pushed into me, giving a slight pain until the head was fully inside me,
throbbing away and setting all my nerves atingle. Then had the thrill of
feeling the rest of his cock moving in to fill me beyond belief until his
thighs reached my bum and all that he could give me was there inside,
pulsating away to the rhythm of his beating heart.

   What bliss it was to having this solid hard flesh being moved backwards
and forwards inside me, touching sensitive nerves that contracted at the
intrusion but made me tingle all over. I simply loved having a cock move in
its fucking of me and always wanted more though it would have been the
icing on the cake if the man doing the fucking could last longer than they
normally did. But my statue was the same and it wasn't long before he was
really pounding my ass as I had asked, gripping me tightly as he began to
give me his sperm. Loving the feel and thrill as I felt the first two
salvos hit my insides, coating the walls but not the others as all they did
was to join themselves back into the sticky mess that they had been before
they had started. But it was just great at the feeling of this seed that
gave me that extra thrill and felt him come to a stop and leaning over my
back, panting as much as I had done when fucking him.

   I too gave out that cry as I felt him start to pull out, feeling the
inside walls seeming to collapse like a tunnel cave in as he withdrew and
then have the cool air around my ring before it closed of its own accord. I
slumped forward onto my front, knowing that I had just been fucked by a pro
and had thoroughly enjoyed it and wanted more, especially from my statue.

   He washed himself and used the flannel on my ass as I had done to him
and helped me up from the floor for us to kiss again. It was nice to kiss
his soft lips instead of the cool marble ones and gave out a shiver of
delight as I felt his semen start to slowly emerge from my ass and slide
down the inside of my leg.

   `Darling David, my statue in the flesh. Will you stay with me for the
night?' I asked between kisses.

   `Yes Martin,' he breathed. `Tonight and every night if you want me. Day
time too,' he chuckled. `You can draw and fuck me anytime you like for in
this short time we've had together so far, I think that I'm falling in love
with you.'

   `David, David. I fell in love with you some time ago when I first saw
you as a statue. If only we could last as long as he has, but you now are
my statue of love.'

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