Chapter 1: The Statue of Eros
The Statue of Eros
by Γeros
To my good friend Steve in Australia...
He awoke, disoriented. He didn't
remember how he got in this large room with grandiose marble columns
and twenty-foot high ceiling. He didn't remember seeing these golden
chains holding up what looked like a thick gold ring welded to
several djini lamps that were burning oil. He sat up and looked
around trying to jar his memory, but even the view of the gentle
waves lapping onto the white sand beach beyond the columns and the
sweet smell of Narcissus on the breeze didn't help. The ocean looked
Caribbean, though the building was distinctly Greek.
The
young man with silky black hair, smooth skin and dark complexion
looked around the room more; at the curtains that hung like
tapestries on the back wall of the room. The thick oak table carved
with ornate leaf patterns. The golden platters on the table
containing pomegranates, bananas, grapes, strawberries, pineapples
and kiwi. He noticed the statue of Eros in the center of the room. It
stood on a pedestal in the middle of a shallow pool of water, with
fountains spraying water from the edges of the pool onto Eros' feet.
Sticking out of the water were three foot high daffodil-like flowers
that some call 'paper-whites'. These small blossoms were the source
of the sweet smell.
The tall thin youth started to stand up,
but realizing that he was in a state of undress hesitated a moment.
He took the lilac colored sheet that had been over him and as he
stood up, he wrapped it around himself like a toga. "How
appropriate", he thought, "wearing a toga in this Greek
temple of sorts".
He looked at the fruit and decided
that breakfast was a must, even though the sky was a sunset menagerie
of azure and Prussian blue blended skillfully with scarlet, crimson,
mauve, violet, amber, yellow and white. How it looked like a Maxfield
Perrish painting!
The fruit was fresh, and strangely
intoxicating. After several pieces of fruit, a giddy feeling started
to come over him and the beach started to interest him more.
The
slender Asian teen walked toward the beach. He was distracted as he
walked passed the statue, and looked upon the craftsmanship of the
marble. It looked like a man not much older then him, with broad
shoulders and chest and the belly of a weight lifter, yet thinner
then a body builder. He walked around the statue and thought to
himself, 'no, this is the body of a gymnast, like his straight room
mate.'
He looked the statue up and down, and his eyes stopped
at the phallus. It was portrayed as being erect, and was rather long.
It stood at about a thirty degree angle from his stomach and would
have been extremely difficult to carve out of marble with such
detail. The top of the statue's penis was thick, and it narrowed to
what looked like a comfortable girth toward the base. The carving
included veins and everything. It's balls were generous, but
aesthetically pleasing.
As the young Adonis admired the
statue, his cock began to get hard and lift some of the cloth of the
toga. He looked down for a moment and adjusted the sheet so that it
was not weighing down is prick. This didn't really fix the problem
because this young man's cock didn't stand straight up and down, but
rather at a forty five degree angle, which pushed the cloth forward.
If anyone were there, it would be clear to them that he was rather
aroused.
He looked up at the statue and said, "look what
you made me do!" He smiled self-consciously, realizing that he
was speaking aloud to a statue. He thought to himself, 'I normally
like a rock hard cock, but I draw the line at statues... even one as
pretty as you.' He boldly continued aloud, "If only you were
real. You look like my room mate Rick. God, I'd let you fuck me all
night".
The statue suddenly placed its arms on its hips
and said, "Well, that is the best offer I have had this
century!"
Surprised, the teen fell on his butt while
staring up into the statue as the marble continued to change from
pale white to a beautiful tan. The hair from marble to blond, the
eyes from lifeless stone to crystal blue. The statue leapt off the
pedestal, stood before the young man and offered his hand to help the
lad to his feet.
Still stunned, the youth stammered, "I...
I'm.... ah".
Eros said in a soothing voice, "Don't
worry Steve. I know. I want you too!"
The teen took the
god's hand and stood up. Loosing his balance as he did so, he fell
into Eros' chest and was embraced by the god. The youth said quietly,
"God, I want you so bad!"
Eros whispered, "I
know what you want" Then he swept the young man off his feet and
carried him back toward the pillows that the youth had been sleeping
on earlier. The sheet fell from the lad as they walked across the
room. Eros gently placed the beautiful youth on the pillows. Admired
his taught stomach for a moment then, immediately began to go down on
the lad's ample erection.
Eros' hands were warm as the swept
over the youth's body. His tongue was even hotter as it swirled
around the young man's dick causing impossibly intense sensations.
Eros' hands continued to move over the lads chest, abdomen and legs.
The teen started to feel intoxicated again, like he had when eating
the fruit, or was it that he was intoxicated by the fruit and this is
just a delusion. Why was he so inebriated?
He decided that he
didn't care if it was an intoxicated hallucination, it felt
fantastic. Even though the god only had two hands, it felt like six
or seven all over his body; lovingly caressing him. He said in a loud
whisper, "Fuck me!"
Eros continued his felatio for
a few more moments, before starting to kiss and tongue Steve's shaved
balls. Eros then started to kiss and tongue a path up the lad's
chest, stopping for a minute or two at each nipple. The dark eyed
young man breathed heavily and enjoyed the feeling of the god's
tongue all over his chest, and the hands continuing to softly caress
all of his body. He enjoyed the feeling of the god's huge erection
against his own as the god began to nibble at his ear and playfully
gnaw across his jaw.
Suddenly the god raised his head and the
lowered it again to kiss the teen fully on the lips. Their tongues
passionately intertwined, unraveled to explore each others mouths,
and intertwined again. They kissed for an eternity before the god
pulled back and began to kiss down the jaw-line. In reverse order,
and in mirror image, the god traced a path backward toward the lad's
throbbing cock. Eros stopped for a while at both nipples, and kissed
and licked the whimsical path down Steve's chest.
The god
once again impaled his face on the nicely shaped prick. His tongue
once again swirled around it over and over again sending chills up
and down the young man's back. Once again, the handsome teen begged
in a loud whisper, "Fuck me!"
The god Eros then sat
back on his heels in a kneeling position, and lifted the lads legs
raising the youth's ass six inches off of the bed of soft pillows.
The young man felt the hotness of the god's member against his anus.
Then he felt a momentary cold sensation before he felt the god thrust
forward gently and firmly penetrating his ass three or four inches.
Strangely this fast dry entry didn't hurt, and the lad cried out ,
"More!!" The god complied to the request by thrusting
forward another three or four inches and he held it there. Steve
cried out "Yes!!" in a loud whisper. Eros' cock slid in the
rest of the way as the god adjusted the height of the lad's ass
making it a more comfortable position for both of them.
Eros
said in a low sexy voice, "I've wanted your ass for so long, but
didn't know the best way to tell you". Eros pulled back and
pushed forward slowly as he continued, "I've seen you watching
me when I am nude". He pulled back and pushed forward. The
teen's mind didn't comprehend what the god was saying, it didn't make
sense, and the sensations of the anal sex were overwhelming. The god
pulled back faster and pushed in all the way causing the teen to
"Mmmmm!" loudly. Waves of hot and cold went through his
body like a fever.
As Eros sped up with each stoke, the
eighteen year olds head began to spin. This felt so good, and the
god's cock was like he had imagined it. It's shape was perfect. So
big, yet it didn't hurt. It satisfied him in so many ways, he was
about to cum even though the god was no longer sucking his dick nor
was he being masturbated.
The god spoke again, "Ummmm!
Your ass is so tight, it feels so good. I want to fuck it every
night!"
Steve managed to focus through the intense
sensations of the room spinning, his ass tingling and his own dick
which was about to explode, "Can you fuck me in the mornings
too?"
Eros exclaimed, "Yeah!" and sped up even
more, which was more then the youth could handle. The lad's dick
began to stiffen and stand at a forty five degree angle up off his
belly, then, as it relaxed it spewed semen across his chest, over his
shoulder, and onto the pillows beyond. The teen's ass clamed down on
the god's prick causing extreme gratification, and causing the god to
stop his intense pounding. Steve felt the god's phallus grow larger
against his sphincter that was gripping it so very tightly, and then
he felt the god's cock explode deeply in him.
Next, Steve's
body and cock spasmed again making a volley of semen go across his
chest, onto his left cheek and he felt it drip onto his ear and hair.
At the same time, the god's cock erupted again making the young man's
ass hot and slick allowing the god to once again begin to pull back
and thrust. With renewed mobility, the Eros started thrusting at a
moderate pace and sped up, milking his own cock with the young man's
tight ass. This caused the teen's body to spasm again and his cock to
ejaculate intensely several more times, covering his chest with
several ribbons of cum.
Steve continued to ejaculate even
after the god had finished cumming. Even after the slender young man
had finished ejaculating, his body still spasmed slightly for a few
more minutes.
Eros was still erect, but he decided to pull
out. His orgasm was so intense that he wanted to stop for a while. He
crawled beside the lad and seemed to drift off to sleep
The
teen couldn't believe how good it felt, and how at peace he was. To
have been made love to by a god. None of it had made sense. Things
like this don't happen. Steve's head was still spinning, and suddenly
nothing bothered him. He didn't care that none of this made any
sense, it had felt so good. He was spent, and drifted off to sleep.
He awoke disoriented. He didn't remember how he got into a
queen sized water bed. He sat up to jar his memory and looked around
the room to think of where he might be. He saw a bottle of lubricant
on the headboard. The room was strangely familiar, but he didn't
recall waking up and seeing it from this perspective. He saw his own
bed across the room. If Eros was a dream, why was he covered in
semen? Why did his naked room mate lay beside him with a grin from
ear to ear.
As he looked upon his room mate's morning
erection. How much it looked like Eros' dick. He had seen his room
mate in the nude before, but never his erection in plane sight, and
never this close. He had seen him hard through underwear when he got
out of bed in the morning. He wanted to suck it, but didn't dare.
Good lord, what happened last night? None of it made sense,
but he knew where he was. "Oh my god!" Steve exclaimed.
His room mate opened his eyes, and said "Good morning!"
He smiled, and his eyes drifted to the Steve's three-quarter hard
cock as he said, "I hope you were serious about wanting it in
the morning too!"
Stunned, the young man sat there wide
eyed, with mouth open. Finally he managed to ask, "You? But
you're straight! Aren't you dating Laura right now?"
His
roommate, now equally confused asked, "Like you, I may act
straight, but I'm not. Laura is just a study partner for Chemistry.
Who did you think made passionate love to you last night?"
The
stared at each other for a moment before Rick continued, "When I
came in the room you said, 'Rick, you can fuck me all night'. It was
the best idea I had herd since the millennium so I carried you to my
bed since it is a queen-size water bed instead of your twin, and we
had amazingly fantastic sex. Were you drunk? Don't you remember?"
Steve then remembered drinking at the fraternity party the
night before. He remembered getting undressed, going to bed and
having the bed spin as he drifted off to sleep. Then memories of sex
with Eros filled his mind and caused an immediate erection.
Rick
said, "Well," looking at his friends erection, "I
guess you do remember. Do you regret it?"
The young man
thought for a moment; it was an honest mistake, I have always wanted
him, and it was fantastic sex. "No," he said after a short
moment, "I only regret that I hadn't talked in my sleep
sooner!!" He laid back, threw his arms around Rick and received
a kiss from his room mate, the god.
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