From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Sex At The Carnival (MM. gay)
Date: 11 Feb 1996 17:09:30 GMT

			       Carnival

	The carnival is in town. A friend has mentioned that they have
an unusual attraction, the "Ultimate in Sensual Sensation" tent. It is
a lovely evening outside and you have nothing planned for the night so
you decide to check out this mysterious tent at the carnival. The
carnival is packed, as usual. You search out said tent and notice
that oddly enough, people seem to be avoiding or at least not noticing
this tent. Your curiosity is piqued and you decide to enter.

	The man at the entrance takes you money and shows you in.

	As you enter the tent, the flap closes down and darkness
descends. You get the feeling of enormous space but cannot see
anything.

	Suddenly a spotlight flashes on. The light brightly
illuminates a figure a few feet in front of you. You look closer and
see that it is a statue of a man. A very handsome man. The statue is
brown-red in hue to it and you move towards it to examine it.

	As you near it you notice that the color is caused by the fact
that the stone of which this fine specimen is constructed is Granite.
You can see the veins of darker stone and in the light, they look
almost as if blood is flowing in them. The statue has a hard on! You
wonder what artist would create such a feature.

	You are nearly touching the statue when you notice a smell, a
sweet, wet smell. You search your memories and it dawns on you, you
are smeling human sweat, and it is coming for the statue! You reach
out to touch the statue and start as you realize that it is not cold.
In fact, it seems as if it is at the same temperature as you are! The
statue is slightly damp and you feel a growing desire in you to run
your tongue over its surface, to taste the delicious smell.

	Your body is touching the statue and you are licking it. The
texture is as you expected, stony, but the taste is pure heaven. You
are licking its chest, its cock. You are trying to gather every last
drop sweat and finally you are on your knees licking its legs and then
its feet.

	As you finish licking the feet you notice that the statue is
no longer in the same position, its arms seem to have moved slightly,
you step back in alarm and watch, fascinated, as the statue raises its
arms in the air and stretches out.

	The sight of this naked statue of a man, stretching out has
you transfixed and you cannot move as it reaches out to you, to touch
you. You entered the tent fully dressed, but somehow your clothes have
disappeared and you feel the touch of the statue on the skin of your
bare chest. The touch is warm and hard and you realize that the statue
is still made of stone.

	Somehow animated, yet retaining all of its stony texture and
hardness. The statue's face contorts and relaxes and it smiles at you.
You are already quite hard, the sight of this gorgeous man has cast a
spell on you!

	The statue sees this and lowers his hand to your member. He
gently starts to rub your swelling rod. You feel the rock texture on
your cock. A feeling you have never experienced. It is hard and warm
and compelling. You have an urgent need to smother yourself on the
statue and so you step forward and embrace it. The statue now radiates
strength, the strength of stone.

	All at once you kiss the statue. Its mouth opens to yours and
its stone tongue reaches out to you. The lips are hard, and you fear
for your teeth as its tongue enters your mouth searching, probing. It
is like brushing with a stone toothbrush yet, somehow, there is no
grating of stone against teeth. It is as if the tongue were infinitely
soft and hard at the same time. The statue renews its ministrations to
your cock and starts to rub it up and down.

	After a short span it raises its hands, places them on your
shoulder and turns you around.

	When you are with your back to it, it pulls you towards it.
You notice a touch against your rear. A brush of stone on skin. The
touch becomes a pressure against your rectum and you feel an intense
pain, such as you have never felt before, as the shaft that is the
statue's cock starts to move into you.

	The sensations are of roughness and strength and you can feel
every single nerve in your ass fire as the rock passes over them and
again. The statue reaches in front of you and places a Granite hand on
your cock, and another on your sack. The statue is now in you, and it
starts to pump against your back, you sense the bones in your spine
and rib cage grate against the body of the statue as it moves away and
towards you.

	Each movement eliciting another wave of pain and pleasure. You
become light headed as the blood tries to pull away from your head and
enter your, already fully erect, cock. The statue is playing with your
balls, pressing them slightly and releasing them. You are rotating in
space and your axis is the statue's member.

	The rhythm of the statue's movements are increasing now and
becoming almost frantic. The pain is unbelievable and has transcended
into total awareness. You sense the inside of your ass, the stone rod
that is savaging it, the interface between the two. Your own cock is
red hot. All at once it cums, in a stream of liquid, hot to your
insides, dripping down your cheeks.

	The statue spasms long and hard, as you top the curve and
shoot, shoot into the statue hand (which has come up to gather every
last drop of your own seed). The release is more then you can bear and
you go limp in the statue's embrace, still transfixed by its member.

	Out of the dimness you sense that the statue is no longer in
you. You struggle back to full awareness and realize that you are
standing, on the dais which the statue had previously occupied. The
liquid in your ass forms a hot spot in you. You attempt to step off
the dais but cannot seem to move. You are looking ahead and notice a
figure standing in the space in front of you.

	Your eyes focus and you realize that it is the status. Its
hands are running over its body, rubbing the semen that was yours onto
its skin.

	As the liquid touches the skin, the skin changes color,
becoming a healthy pink.

	After a while the statue has turned entirely pink and looks
human. Clothes materialize on it. The man grins at you, turns around
and starts to walk away. The light above you is extinguished and you
are left in the dark, unbreathing, unmoving, and hard as rock.