The Experiment - Part 3 - 13 (Patreon)

After a few minutes I stepped back. I moved around the living statue slightly, and slipped my hard cock into the tube formed by the curled fingers of its upraised left hand. It was an almost perfect fit -- very tight around my cock's shaft but enough room that it wasn't at all uncomfortable. The polished finish of Kevin's granite skin and the lube I'd applied meant that I could slide myself in without any unpleasant friction.

Only pleasant friction, I thought to myself.

I gasped aloud with pleasure as I felt my cock push past each of the statue's four curled fingers, and felt the hump of the stone thumb slide smoothly across the underside of my glans. I stopped for a moment, savoring the feeling of the living statue's petrified hand, frozen in place, gripping my cock. The outside of its pinkie finger and palm rested gently against my balls. I took a deep breath. I was about to get a hand-job from a statue that just minutes ago had been my friend.

I smiled and slowly pushed my cock forward. The stone hand pulled my foreskin back tightly. The outside of its granite palm pressed against the base of my cock and balls, unyielding.

Oh, nice.

I slowly moved my hips backward, pulling my cock backwards through the statue's curled hand, feeling my foreskin relax and the shapes of the petrified fingers ripple across my throbbing shaft. I stopped when only the head of my cock still rested inside the sculpted grip.

Oh, this was heavenly.