The latest art exhibit at the Cleveland Museum of Art was one of the most popular temporary exhibits ever shown. It was called statue woods, and it depicted a group of male friends in various forms of camping activities. Critics raved at the exquisite detail of the plaster casts statues. Every nuance was sheer perfection, from the hairs on the head to the toes on the feet, many hours of work must have gone into every aspect of the exhibit. There was some controversy however, in that the statues for the most part were in various states of arousal, and nakedness. There had been some protesting, but for the most part people really enjoyed the amazing detail and artistry of the exhibit.
Chris and Steve, two students of the local college, had heard about the amazing ststues. Since it was closing they decided they needed to get there in a hurry and arrived shortly before closing. As they entered the temporary exhibit hall the loudspeakers announced that the museum would be closing in five minutes. There was so much to see the boys could hardly stand leaving already.
"Ahh man," said Chris "this is really cool. "These guys look almost real, and so do the trees and the fire and look they even got a tent.
"From the looks of these guys man everybody was pitching a tent" Steve replied.
"Haha" Chris laughed, "looks like these guys were in for some action or something."
The boys walked around the exhibit admiring the wonderful work. One scene depicted two naked pals fishing in a small pond. Their fishing lines cast in the water, fishing hats on their head, and erections pointing straight at the Pond. Another scene showed the progress of two buddies playing poker at a camping table with various items of clothing obviously lost in the game in laying on the ground. One of the players had his free hand on the table, the other was masturbating under the table secretly.
"Wow!" Chris said, "these guys must have been gay, look at him beating his meat, it's huge and you can almost see pre-come leaking from the top."
"Yea," said Steve "and from the looks of the your hard on you've got pre-come leaking out of yours too."
"Very funny Steve," Chris retorted "let's check out that tent."
The boys walked over to the tent exhibit. To naked statues were roasting marshmallows over the fire, and their empty pup tent was several feet behind. They examined the tent to discover sleeping bags and pillows which by design must have belonged to the campers at the fire.
"Hey Steve," Chris asked "what you say we go camping here tonight?"
"Really?" Steve questioned "do you think we could get away with it?"
"Of course we can, we just have to be quiet inside the tent in case the night watchman comes by. Then we can get a better look at the exhibit and all the dirty stuff to."
The boys climbed inside the tent, pulled down its zipper and laid very quietly. When the security guard came in to check the exhibit, it appeared that all was well. He turned out the lights leaving the room in a faint glow of red and green from the exit signs. The boys lay still eventually falling asleep.
Sometime later, a noise woke up Chris. Quietly he sneaked out of the tent to investigate. After he was sure that the security guard was not around he began to walk about the exhibit. He was becoming quite horny with all the naked plaster erections in the room. Near the corner of the room Chris noticed a man standing in front of a tree. It was obvious that the man was peeing, and Chris was very curious about how the sculptor may have indicated such.
Chris walked to the corner and stood behind the statue. He looked around to discover a six-inch plaster cock aimed directly at the tree. There was no water or droplets just a smooth, hard plaster cock. The man was so lifelike that Chris couldn't help but become aroused. He placed his hands on the skin of the statue and began to caress its surface.
Chris noticed that it felt very much like skin. It seemed too be warm to the touch, and was almost slightly pliable. There was very little hair on the statue, but it seemed to flow under the touch of Chris's fingers.
Chris placed himself in front of the statue and looked into it's face. The man was quite beautiful, and seemed to be pleading with Chris to suck him. There were no sounds, and no movements, but just the expression in the statue's face compelled Chris to kneel before it and place the plaster cock into his mouth.
Chris could not believe he was actually doing this. He was sucking the statues cock. It felt wonderful in his mouth,almost real. He began sucking in earnest, bobbing his head and down and using his tongue to' pleasure' the statue.
At first Chris thought it was his imagination, but the taste was unmistakable. On several occasions when Chris was really horny he had pissed into his own mouth. He was sure that he could taste piss coming from the statues cock. When he pulled his mouth away a small stream of almost clear urine was pouring from the head of the statue' penis..
Chris was terrified. He looked up at the statue in a horror as the statue became lifelike. Plaster hands grabbed the plaster cock and aimed the stream of piss right into Chris's open mouth. In his panic, Chris began to swallow the urine. The statue grabbed the back of his head and inserted his plaster cock directly into Chris's mouth.
Slowly, Chris's emotions changed from terror to curiosity. He loved the taste of the piss coming from the statues dick, and he began fumbling with his zipper to remove his own cock.
The flow of piss began to increase. Chris tried to keep up, but it was a losing battle. Soon he was drenched in the statues piss.
As the flow continued it began to get thicker and the taste began to change. It was a flavor that Chris could not describe. As the liquid thickened, the statues penis began to lengthen down Chris's throat. At first, Chris began to panic but the look in the statue's eyes assured Chris that everything was going to be all right.
The statue moaned as the thick gooey flow poured into the boy. Plaster hands stroked the boy's head as he greedily consumed as much of the tasty goo he could swallow. The more he ate, the better the boy felt. It was as if he were being filled with joy. At first, his outer limbs began to tingle, then they began to feel like an orgasm. His hands and feet felt the same way his dick did right before he came. The only thing Chris could think of was to increase this pleasure so he began to moan and encourage the statue to fill him with even more of the mysterious liquid.
In the dark room Chris could not see the color of his skin change to a chalky white color. The milky white hue seemed to follow the line of pleasure in his body. The incredible pleasure was working its way from his toes up and his head down. The closer the orgasm feelings came to his crotch the more greedily Chris lapped at the statue and the faster he beat his own meat.
When the creeping stiffness met in the center of Chris's body the statue began to end it's flow. Chris kneeling on the floor and stroking on his penis, began to suck harder greedily begging for more of the goo that the statute had to offer. When it became clear that there was to be no more Chris tried to get up. His legs would not move.
The statue spoke "do you want more?"
"Yes," Chris begged "please give me more it feels so wonderful... please"
"As you can see," the statue replied "you cannot move. The plaster I have fed you has already began to sculpt your body. You still have a chance to return to normal hand walk away, but if you drink of me again you've will be frozen for ever and yet alive and in orgasmic ecstasy."
"More, please," Chris groaned "I must have more of your wonderful drink. It feels so wonderful that I don't care about the consequences."
"Then you shall be with our exhibit forever." The statue said as he placed his plaster cock back into Chris's mouth and once again began to flow. Chris's arms and hands became thicker and thicker as he beat his cock. The feelings in his body began to grow and grow towards an incredible orgasm. The statue let loose a floodgate of plaster goo all at once and Chris began to buckle an orgasm. Come was flying from Chris's cock on to his own belly and the floor. As the orgasm subsided Chris looked up at the statue to say thank you but he frozen place before he could utter a word. When the statue once again became solid a new scene was born. The statue was peeing in the corner but the target was no longer a tree, it was another statue's open mouth.
Moments later, Steve woke up and notices Chris was missing. He got up to see what his friend was up to...
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