Stotelalex

My Last Road Trip
The Trip To Paradise

The challenge was to write a short story with the following setting: This large town is located in the desert and looks run-down. It is best-known for a tumultuous history and its beautiful park. Also, rumor has it that the inhabitants are hiding something.

It was my first visit to Australia. I had rented a bike and wanted to go on a road trip from East to West. It was going to be one big adventure. Starting in Sydney and ending in Carnarvon. To orient myself I had a map with me. Okay, it was very outdated (it being 50 years old), but that just added to the adventure.

The first part of the trip would be relatively easy. From Sydney via Wagga Wagga and Mildura to Port Augusta. From there I went on to Cooper Bedy and then due East, into the outback. According to my map there should be a town near the Wilkinson Lakes. I found a dirt road that might be the right one.

I had followed the road for several hours and I could really do with some refreshments. I almost wanted to stop when I finally saw the outskirts of a town. When I got closer I saw a sign saying it was a town called 'Yates Eden', the town I had seen on the map.

At first I had some hope, but soon that was gone. The more I rode through the town, the more abandoned buildings I saw. Was there something here at all? As I reached the town square in the center I saw a pub. Hopefully it was still in use. I parked my bike in front and went in. It was as if stepping back in time. The interior was what you would have expected in the seventies. Behind the counter stood a man that reminded me of 'Vic' from the TV-series 'Flying Doctors'. Same posture, but with a bit more hair on top.

"Wow. We don't get too many strangers here. What are you doing here?"

"I'm on my way across Australia and I was getting hungry and thirsty. Any chance I can get something here?"

"Sure. My wife makes a great kidney-pie."

"Good. I'll have one of those and a pint."

While I waited for my pie to be heated up, I started on my pint and got to talk to George, as his name turned out to be. "This town was founded by a man called Harvey Yates. He was a farmer who started a general store. His son Andrew took over the farm and built it up to a dairy factory. It became very successful and Andrew was very concerned about the welfare of his employees. He built a park just a few streets down the road for his people to enjoy. He also made sure that the town kept up with all the new modern things of that era."

"But then Andrew passed away and, from then on, it went all down hill. His son Brandon took over the business and he was a big megalomaniac. It couldn't be big enough in his eyes. He just wanted to expand and expand. Unfortunately, in the process of this expansion, he failed to see that he was over-ambitious and held too many cows for the amount of available land. After a few years the once green meadows were changed into sandpits with, here and there, a small patch of grass. The drought did the rest. The factory had to close and most of the population left to find their fortunes somewhere else. The only ones who stayed behind were those who couldn't move. Some because of lack of funds, others because they were physically not capable."

The reason George was still here was that he had lived here all his live and didn't know any better. By the time the factory closed he had just bought the pub and had invested a lot of money in it.

By now my pie was ready and I enjoyed the delicious dish. I had almost finished when I heard a familiar sound outside that I didn't want to hear. The motor of my bike started! I ran outside just seeing a punk on the bike disappearing in the distance.

"Hey, you're not leaving without paying, are you?" George asked, as he came out of the pub with a bat in his hand.

"Do you have a police station here? Someone just stole my bike with everything on it."

"No, this town is too small. Nearest station is 200 miles North."

"I saw it happen. It was Steve," an elderly woman said from the other side of the street.

"I could have guessed. That boy has tried everything to get out of this town. Can't really blame him."

Luckily I found some change in my pocket that was just enough for the food and beer.

"I guess you don't have a room for me?"

"I have, if you have your wallet."

I hadn't, so I started to wander through the town seeing what it had to offer. Which wasn't much. I could now see why Steve was so desperate to get away. I decided to give the so famous park a try. When I reached the entrance I was completely surprised. Everywhere there was sand and dust due to the long drought. But the park was green and immaculate, like a green oasis in the desert.

I carefully entered and walked along some very nice statues. It had to be your taste, of course. Luckily for me it was my taste. All the statues were of naked boys in several poses, sculptured in white marble. One played with a ball, another had a flute in his hand. And all had beautiful bodies that showed everything. And by everything, I mean everything. No hypocritical leaf on a certain spot. With a few I couldn't resist the temptation. Looking around to make sure no one saw, I reached up and felt the smoothness of the marble boy-parts. Okay, they were not real, but nevertheless they felt very nice.

I walked on and, in the center of the park, on an open spot, there was a statue of a standing figure. As I looked on the marker it read:

IN MEMORY OF ANDREW YATES,
THE MAN WHO GAVE YATES EDEN ITS GOLDEN AGE

I sat down on a bench opposite the statue and kept looking. He looked like a very friendly man. I could completely see how he would care for the welfare of his employees. It had slowly became late and dark. I was getting tiered and lay down on the bench to get some sleep.

Suddenly I was awakened. Next to me sat a man in outdated clothes.

"Who are you, my dear man? I don't think I've seen you here before."

"I'm Mike and I am not from here, indeed."

Now I started to recognize the man. I looked at the base. It was empty.

"Yes, that's my place during the daytime."

I was completely shocked.

"But you were a marble figure."

"Yes, during the day I'm made of marble. But during night time I'm back in my fleshy appearance."

And all of a sudden he wasn't the only one. We were joined by several young, cute boys.

"Are those the boys that are…?"

"Yes, the other statues in the park."

"But how?"

"Well, I had some secrets no one in town knew about. One of them was that I was practicing magic. And I mean, real magic. Not that phony stuff illusionists do."

"So you're cursed?"

"I don't see it as a curse. Do you, boys?" Andrew asked the running and playing boys.

"Not at all!"

Andrew then turned back to me.

"It's a special spell I could cast on me. After my death I could be turned into a statue that would come back to life at nighttime. And I could also do this to others. The boys you see here have all voluntarily chosen to be this way."

"What do you mean 'this way'?"

"When they were 'cursed', as you call it, they were most adults. But with the curse they were turned back to the way they were when they were twelve years old."

"Wow."

By now it dawned to me that several of the boys had enjoyed the playing on a whole different level. Their cute boy-members had grown into some gorgeous stiffies. The boys were now waiting permission from Andrew to play with them. He looked at me and said, "Would you like to play with them? To help them out?"

I was confused. Did he know I liked boys? Especially of this age.

"I sense it when a man is a boylover. You're welcome to play with them if you like."

At first I was in doubt. Should I trust him? But then I went for it. I had several boys standing around me. I pulled the first one closer to me and started to rub his sensitive stick. The boy immediately started to moan. After several minutes he was at that point. His body started to shake and I could sense his orgasm going through his entire body. As he was done the boy sat down on one of the benches to catch his breath. Immediately the next boy offered himself to me.

On the bench next to me Andrew was playing with the boys as well. But he surprised me. Not only was he rubbing them to an orgasm. He also used their nice butts for his own pleasure. Several boys were, one after another, being fucked and jerked off at the same time, by the same man. I looked at Andrew. Then he gave me a signal that it was okay for me to do the same. He only had to say it once. This was going to be a wonderful night.

As the night went on I noticed that the boys also had different types of action with each other. Taking another look I recognized which boy was which statue and then I finally saw the pattern. The boy from the statue with the flute was on his knees most of the time giving blowjobs to whomever wanted it. Another boy, who was depicted with a ball, had a real ball-busting fetish. And so were there much more. One of them had a radio with two turning nobs, another had a baseball bat in his hand, a third wore a hat with pointy ears. The first loved nipple-play, the other was turned on by spanking and the third loved to have his ass filled.

Another one had no attribute, but had his hand up in the air. This boy was turned on by giving the others handjobs. He loved stroking other guys' dicks. I could really relate to this youngster. So while we kissed and kept kissing we were playing with each others male parts. His small piece of meat felt incredible. His skin was the most soft I'd ever felt. After playing this way for almost half an hour we both hit the point of no return. Simultaneously we had our climax, which felt great.

About half an hour before sunrise the boys left to go back to their bases. Yates turned to me and made me an offer.

"Listen, I've seen you in action. You really liked what happened tonight, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did."

"Would you like to have this every night?"

"What do you mean?"

"I can put the spell on you, too. Then you'll be included in our games forever."

I was completely thrown off guard. Did he just offered me to have fun with boys for the rest of times? Yates noticed my silence and continued.

"There are a few restrictions I have to tell you however."

"Which are those?"

"When you are under the spell, you'll be physically changed back to how you looked like when you were twelve. But you'll keep all your memories and experiences."

I thought it through for a few minutes. When I was twelve I had already just started puberty. My balls had started to grow, but my dick hadn't yet. Would that be a problem? I didn't think so. And this time I would have a twelve year old body, but 16 years of extra experience. This time I would know much better what to do with my body and body-parts to experience a lot of joy. I decided to accept the offer.

"Good. Very good," Yates said, "I'm looking forward to tomorrow night. You just go to the statue that resembles your favorite activity most and stand next to him on the base."

"Okay."

I stood up, said goodbye to Yates and headed towards the boy with the raised hand. He was happy to see I would join. As I climbed on the base I felt a strange feeling going through my body. Best way to describe it was as if it tickled from the inside. When I opened my eyes again I was a boy again and completely naked. As I looked down Yates had obviously been kind to me. My dick wasn't the small one I had when I had just turned twelve, but it was the size it had been when I was almost thirteen. That would be much easier and satisfying during the play-time. The boy next to me gave me a big smile.

"Looking forward to tomorrow night. You look awesome."

I felt I started to blush. Luckily that didn't last too long, because I felt a cold feeling going up my legs. Slowly I changed into marble. The boy and I were holding hands and both reaching for the sky.

Although I was made of marble now, I still could feel and see. It was as if my mind was trapped in a marble cast that gave me the same responses as my body from flesh. Then I was shocked. I remembered what I did when I came to the park. When I asked the boys the next night they said they didn't mind. Actually, they had loved it.

Standing on our base I suddenly saw a familiar guy approaching. George came to the park. He was clearly looking for something. When he saw the extra boy-statue he apparently knew what had happened.

"So you've decided to stay?" he said, "Good. Gives me another boy to admire during my break."

He approached us and then I felt his hand rubbing my smooth buttocks. His finger ran over my crack and I felt his hand going over the front of my private area. His hand rubbed my sac and dick.

"Well, impressive, I have to admit," George said.

Then the man left. That night I asked Yates about George and why he wasn't one of the statues.

"I asked him once. But he turned down the offer for now. He wanted to keep working in the pub. But he promised that if he felt the time was ripe… when there were too few customers for instance… then he would return during the night and join us."

"Looking forward. I think he would have been a great looking boy in his time."

"He was," Yates answered, "I had the pleasure of having him around during the summers of his teenage years. He mowed our lawn. And when he took off his shirt… Oh, his wonderful chest… I had the pleasure of having some nice times with him in the shed. One time, when he put away the lawnmower, I had followed him and brought him a root-beer. As we drank it he noticed me checking out the front of his body and the way I was looking at his pants. He was already fourteen by then and I was thirty-two. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to the floor. He then stood there in his tight white undies. When I approached him he didn't stop me so I went on and hooked the elastic behind his sac and balls. He had an astonishing package. That day we jerked each other off for the first time. We kept doing that until he met his wife. After she died he visited me here in the park late at night and we had some fun again. He doesn't come over that often. I guess the old man needs his sleep."

Yates and I started to laugh. That night we all had a lot of fun. The next night George came over to check me out. He was very pleased with the new addition and played with all the boys.

Every night since then we had a lot of fun. Some time ago George felt it was time to join. Now the boy with the bat had a friend as well. And I can agree with Yates. George is a very nice boy and good addition to our gang of horny little boys.

It's been several years now since the first encounter. I'm not sure how many, but it must be a while, going by the strange shapes cars have nowadays. But no matter how many years it has been, I can say that I have never felt sorry about my decision. We still enjoy each other during the night. All night long.

Who knows, maybe some time another stranger comes along and stays in the park. And when you do, don't hesitate to give the statues a nice stroking and say 'hello'.

The End