Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2011 11:04:24 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Dr. Schmeckler's Statuary Ray, Part Three"  by Jay Roberts    Gay Sci/Fi Fantasy

As I kind of rested in the big office chair, I heard a heavy knocking on
the door.  When I opened it, I was a little dismayed to see Sean and Bobby
there, both grinning like apes who found a banana tree.

Sean said, "We ran across each other at the book store and compared notes.
Will, you have some explaining to do."

Bobby, all huffy and red wailed, "You had your way with us.  You tried to
turn us into homosexuals."

I couldn't help LOL.  "Your genes beat me to it, not to mention your
activities in the third floor library.

Bobby was wandering around the lab when I made the last statement.  He saw
the telephone, cum ray gun, sitting on the desk.  "Hey, looky look, here's
the infernal magic ray.  I wonder..."

I realized what trouble I was in and took a step forward.  At that moment,
Bobby aimed the phone at me and pressed the button.  As I slipped into
rigidity, I heard the ring song, it was too late!

There was a constant faint sound of rushing air as I stood there, one foot
slightly ahead, like a clothing mannequin.  At the same time, I was
conscious that my prick had gone rock solid and was pushing the front of my
shorts out.

Both boys, there hands on their hips, studied me as if I were a statue in a
museum, then what happened next proved that idea to be on target.

"Get him undressed, Bobby," Sean almost ordered," You could see who was the
boss of this outfit.

Bobby, wetly grinning, pulled me tee shirt over my head and rubbed my
chest.  Shit, the big goof was making me feel nice.  Then he got my slides
off and my shorts.  No underwear for me, it only makes more to launder.

He stepped back and whistled .  Sean put his arm companionably on the
footballer's should.  "I see what you mean.  With his blond tight curly
hair, nice body, slim hips, and Roman nose, he looks like the statue of
David."

"Yeah, except he doesn't have a fig leaf."

"Better to see his bobbing cock than some piece of shrubbery.  Hey sweetie,
I'm going to feast on that knob.  I hope it won't get you jealous. "

"Not at all kiddo, I plan to fuck him to make up for him taking my cherry."

"Okay, let's see if we can move him to a good location for a double
treatment."

Of course I heard this all.  I was thrilled that they were planning
something that would ease my prick longing, but I worried that they might
get too frisky.  Anyway, there was nothing I could do.  I was putty, or
statuary, in their hands.

Bobby, the muscle man picked me up like a mover and deposited me on my on
my back on the long lab table.  "He's a bit flexible," Bobby said.

"Good thing, we don't want to fracture any bones.  Okay you can attack his
ass from the front, I'll get in and do my work.  "Hey Sweetie, you need me
to get you hard."

"Does it look like I need it?"  He pointed to his blunt cock that almost
pasted to his muscular belly."  He shucked his pants and shoes and Bobby
rushed to get undressed.  I didn't see what he had to do it for his job on
me, but I guess he was getting in the mood.

My musings came to a rapid stop as Bobby lifted my legs like a hydraulic
lifter and placed them on either side of his hips.  In this position, my
ass was exactly at his cock head.  He took a deep breath, Me too, to steel
myself and he pushed forward.

While I was under the influence of the ray, my vocal cords were still
serviceable and I let out a thundering "Whoop!"  Bobby, his face wreathed
in sexual happiness merely shoved a fat finger into my mouth.  I sucked it
like a calf, happy and dumb.

Meanwhile Sean leaned down and put his head sideways on my lower belly and
blew some air at my prick then stuck out his tongue and licked the head.
Fuck, he had some long, big tongue.  Then this big thing began spiraling
around the top quarter of my jumping cock, bringing great feelings to me.
I was both grateful and also getting edgy as it didn't seem I could get off
this way.

Then he got down to his specialty, a skill Bobby knew so well that he had
abandoned his macho ways to enjoy being sucked off.  His hot mouth
descended on my needy knob and swallowed the whole thing like a hungry pig.
He was dripping spit on my belly and moaning in pleasure as he sucked away.
Still, the boy had some fun as Bobby had one hand shagging Sean's cock as
he began a heavy jock fuck.  That was me in the middle of this tableau and
I was trying not to faint from passion.

Bobby's thick, short cock was perfectly made to rub on my prostate, over
and over it raked me into almost painful bliss.  Sean must have enjoyed my
constant pre cum dripping from my hot button stimulation.

They sawed away, serious in getting me off and enjoying the process
themselves.  I wondered who would blow first.  Then I knew, it was me.  No
surprise.  My cock was being tongue polished and Sean was even tickling and
swinging my balls.  Just as I stiffened in pre ejaculation, the ray wore
off.  That doubled the orgasm and the room whirled and and the heavenly
organ stuck chord after chord.

As I was thrashing in my cum, Sean had the double stimulation of my broth
and Bobby's big hand whiping he slim cock shaft.  He squirted right on my
bellow as he gave way to his orgasm.  Next Bobby grunted loudly and fell on
me as his cock spewed a fire hose of sperm into my hot hole.

The three of us lay together like a tableau of living statues until Bobby
stood up and gravely wiped himself with his tee shirt and dressed.  Sean
copied him and they stole out like thieves in the night.

It took me a long time to get back to myself and dress.  I was writing up
my experiences for the testing of the device when Dr. Schmeckler burst in,
suit case in hand.

"Ach Vill, I haf bad news about the ray.  The Pentagon has rejected it."
He waved away my report. "No need.  Put it in the shredder."

"It works very vell, I mean well, why?"

"Because, they say, they don't want to enemy to have such a good time with
each udder."

"Ah I see.  What next?"

He brightened.  "Yes, in the plane I get a terrific new idea.  I will
develop and cry ray.  The enemy won't haf a good time.  They vill be
wepting.  Zo, pretty schmart, huh?"

I didn't offer him an opinion but I wasn't looking forward to making hot
bois cry.

End of story