Hours had passed since Kyle had been turned to a statue. The dark, red lit room was silent other than the sound of warm flesh slapping against cold hard stone. Marcus was dripping in sweat emitting enough body heat to melt ice. He had matched the rhythm of his powerful thrusts to the clock hands ticking away on the wall. Marcus was in his office the entire night. He stood totally naked toying with Kyle's statue. The air was filled with the scent of sex.
Kyle remained suspended in the swing hanging from the ceiling motionless and silent. Marcus slid his right hand up the back of Kyle's stone thighs, up past his petrified calves to his ankles gripping them as Kyle's stone feet dangled in the air. Marcus' dick was still raging hard even after a night of jerking himself off and fucking this statue of a once fine man. With his left hand Marcus traced the head of his dick around the frozen wide opening of Kyle's ass "Mmm, you like that dick... I'll bet you're dying to have it back inside of you." The smooth surface of Kyle's rock hard entrance allowed Marcus' very sensitive, red head to slide comfortably around. Knowing that a reply would never be uttered from Kyle's lips, Marcus shoved himself back in burying his cock all the way up to the hilt. Marcus groaned loudly as he thrust inward. The interior of Kyle's petrified tunnel was generously coated from Marcus' multiple loads and lube.
Kyle could only lay there motionless other than the back and forth motion of the swing he was strapped into. Outward, Kyle was silent and still, an inanimate slab of rock. How could a lively young man full of energy and personality suddenly be reduced to a lifeless collection of minerals arranged to resemble the person he once was? He would become just another piece of erotic art displayed somewhere in the club for the many oblivious fags to unknowingly pass by. They wouldn't suspect that the very attractive statue with his cock at full mast in their selfies was really a person both trapped in unending sexual pleasure and imprisoned with a barren future he never asked for. Club Exit, the place where young men leave their human lives behind...
Inward, Kyle's head was spinning. He was caught, helplessly floating in an abyss of pleasure with the world he once knew all around him just out of reach. He was drowning in the sensations his new stone body provided. His body felt fuzzy and numb and his vision was slightly blurred. The sounds of Marcus' moaning seemed like they were coming from behind a wall, the pounding of Marcus slamming his ass drummed vibrations through his solid form. Kyle felt drunk. So much for the hangover the next morning. Even after an entire night his orgasm was still going full speed. After the initial spurt of his seed was sealed, it remained as one long stream. Kyles dick felt like a water hose left running. Every so often that stream was interrupted by a sudden climax as Marcus brought him to the peak of another orgasm that would never provide him relief.
Behind them, Diego stood watching Marcus' full round ass flex and pump with each thrust, wanting so bad to feel himself inside of it. Diego knew exactly how to work an ass, especially one as beautiful as Marcus', which he had the pleasure of watching all night.
Marcus climbed up into the swing and straddled Kyle's waist. Even as virile as Marcus was, he was exhausted. He hovered his naked body just above Kyle's stone pillar, teasing the unyielding tip of Kyle's head against the soft and inviting opening of his own ass. Marcus' well muscled but exhausted thighs shook as they struggled to support his weight. Marcus spit into his hand and reached back to massage the hard cock, lubricating it. "Can't wait to get this all inside, you really are a great fuck..." Marcus lowered himself, the solid stone head slipped past the outer ring of Marcus' entrance and slowly slid further and further in until Marcus' ass was resting atop Kyle's swollen rock solid balls. Kyle's attention was brought back to the present as he felt immense pressure surround his dick. A satisfying warmth spread throughout Kyle's groin. Kyle tossed his head back in ecstasy as he felt Marcus accept him completely. "Fuuuuuuuu..." Is all Kyle could manage to think as his body felt fully enveloped within Marcus.
Once adjusted to the unexpected size and girth of Kyle's ten incher, Marcus leaned forward placing his hands to Kyle's broad stone chest and began riding him. With each thrust the swing began to sway. Marcus soon matched the rhythm and picked up speed. Up and down, back and forth. Marcus reclined back taking hold of the two chains hanging from the ceiling near Kyle's feet raising his spent muscular body up leaving only the head of Kyle's dick to barely tease the outer ring of his entrance. With a deep breath he relaxed his grip and he dropped down.
The sudden force of Kyle's stone member driving right across his prostate stimulated it beyond comprehension. The thick stone stretched Marcus further, and reached deeper than what Marcus was used to. He opened his mouth and exhaled. In a sudden burst string after string of steaming hot semen shot across Kyle's body and face. Marcus moaned even louder this time Marcus laid back holding onto Kyle's legs enjoying his hands-free orgasm. Kyle could only lay there helpless wanting to shoot a load of his own. Kyle was unable to scream or yell, unable to grab hold of Marcus' firm ass in order to guide him up and down milking his balls dry. Kyle was helpless in allowing himself to reach climax.
Catching his breath and composure Marcus pulled himself off and repositioned his body to lay back across Kyle. Rivers of sweat cascaded down from his body, dripping from the stone body beneath him to the floor down below. All the while Marcus' body reacted as if he was feeding off of Kyle's statue, gaining some type of energy from him. Soon he regained his strength, looking a little stronger and more youthful than before. Kyle grew tired and the surrounding room seemed to fade, as if the lights were turned off.
That same morning, Dylan woke in his bed. He was still upset with Kyle, but decided maybe it was time to make peace. It was a new day, the sun shined through his curtains, and Kyle was still his best friend. Always has been, and always would be. Dylan had betrayed the advice his mother always gave him, "Never go to bed angry." Dylan rolled out of bed still in his tee shirt and boxers and shuffled his way across the house to Kyle's room. Dylan knocked and waited. No answer, so he slowly opened the door. The room was empty, Kyle wasn't there sleeping off a late night. Kyle was off today and it was too late for him to have gone for a morning run. Dylan left the room and let the door slam shut. With a deep annoyed sigh, "He seriously stayed out all night..." Dylan got ready for work and left.
That evening Dylan drove up to the house, Kyle's car was still not on the street or in the driveway. "Hey Kyle, I'm sorry I got mad at you. Can we talk?" None of his calls or texts throughout the day had been answered. Grabbing his lunch bag and sweater he walked inside. Tim was in the living room watching tv and eating a sandwich.
"Hey Tim, have you heard from Kyle?"
With his mouth full of food, "Nah man. He probably went home with some chick last night." Tim was obviously unconcerned. Dylan shook his head, "It's already getting late..." Tim just looked at him with a blank stare...
"And? He's an adult. I don't keep tabs on him dude, and neither should you." Dylan knew that this isn't like Kyle to just disappear like this. Something had to be wrong.
After getting out of his work clothes, Dylan decided to call the police. Maybe he was arrested for drunk driving. After being left on hold for half an hour Dylan hung up and decided to drive down to the police station. Police stations made him nervous, whatever the reason for a person to be down there, it was never good. He approached the front counter slowly, "Hi I have a friend that's missing."
The officer at the counter looked up from her crossword. She had frizzy gray hair pulled back in a bun. Her skin was rough, and her uniform, while ironed and professional, fit her frumpy body ill. "Name?" and she looked at Dylan like he was bothering her. Her voice was hoarse from years of smoking.
"Kyle, Kyle Miller..." The officer casually typed his name into the computer, "There's no one by that name in holding..." She looked up at him again.
