Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (28 page)

Indicating
the name carved into base of his monument, he replied, “Please, call me
Severn.”

“Ghost,”
Wood stammered. He was hiding behind a headstone. “The ghost of Severn.”

“No,
he isn’t a ghost,” Bear said, moving toward him. He had to step over Knudson,
who was huddled over Tuul. When he stood face to face with Severn, he said, “He
isn’t even really a
he
. What we have here is a force of nature.”

When
the angel nodded his head, his hair waved behind him like a swimmer’s. “Stone,”
he replied. “At once a singularity and a multiplicity. I am every piece of rock
on this planet as much as I am this angelic form. We stones are individual
expressions of a single consciousness.”

Bear
reached for his hand. The moment he touched Severn’s solid skin, it turned
warm. He was hard, but he was hot. “My friend showed you disrespect,” Bear
said, kicking Tuul’s boot. When Tuul groaned, Alex Knudson wrapped his arms
around the loser and whispered words of encouragement.
So he wasn’t dead
after all.

Looking
down across the cemetery, Severn nodded. He withdrew from Bear’s handhold. Eyeing
the orbs and pillar down the hill, he set off in his slow swimming walk. As
Bear followed close by, the angel explained, “I know them. Stones from a common
quarry always maintain a significant affinity. It makes no difference what
forms we are shaped into by human hands. We feel each other out.”

“Do
you?”

“Oh
yes, very easily. Shape is of little importance. I can recognize a stone from
my quarry without even looking at it. We share a common experience. There is a
magnetism between us because we come from the same place.” When they reached
the bottom of the hill, Severn easily picked up the pillar he and the Alexes
had struggled with. “This stone and I come from the same quarry. The orbs too.
We were all sculpted around the same time.” Running his fingers along the
pillar’s smooth surface, he went on, “I take it you and that inebriated fellow
don’t see eye to eye.”

“He’s
a prick,” Bear said. When he realized his rudeness, he quickly took it back.
“Excuse the language. I only meant he lives like a stereotype. It drives me
nuts, because I’m always trying to take the high road. If his elders could see
him now, they’d flip. They’d be so disappointed—his grandfather,
especially.”

Severn
held the pillar in one hand. It seemed weightless to him, probably because it
was
him, in a sense. “It sounds like somebody needs to knock some sense into your
friend,” the statue mused. As he spoke, he pulled up the skirts of his robe.
Bear held his breath.
What was going on now?
The diaphanous fabric
pooled in his hand until the base of his robe rose beyond his waist. Bear tried
not to look, but how could he resist? Would Severn’s mid-section be as
anatomically correct as his fingers and toes? In a word, no. His fingers and
toes were made to be seen. His middle was made to hide under a gown for all
eternity. Maybe that’s why he had the crotch of a store mannequin.

Nobody
fucks an angel.

But
Severn wasn’t an angel, Bear reminded himself. It nearly threw him for a loop
when the beautiful statue pressed the rock pillar against his groin. “It won’t
be enough just to spook your friend. We will have to fuck the stupidity out of
him.” When he let go of the pillar, it stayed in place, hanging huge between
his legs. As he dragged it along, it dug a path through the wet leaves and
exposed the scent of the earth. He picked the orbs up off the ground. When he
pressed them underneath his rock-solid shaft, it surged into the air. “Do you
think this thing will be too big?”

Severn
had balls of stone.

“Too
big?” Bear repeated. The answer seemed obvious, but he could tell by the look
in Severn’s eyes that the question wasn’t rhetorical. “Yes, that is definitely,
definitely
too big.”

“Ah,”
he replied. His gown couldn’t keep his stone rod covered. It draped over on
either side. With doe-eyes, he asked, “What is your name?”

“Bear.”

“Bear,”
he repeated, considering him with the warmth of all nature. “Yes, that suits
you very well. Would you consider helping me, Bear?”

Extending
his hands, the angel lured him forward. Bear couldn’t get too close without
tripping over the giant stone penis. When he held his palms out, Severn traced
his fingertips across them. His hands felt like they were humming. New
vibrations ran through Bear as he set them on either side of the pillar. The
rock felt hot under his touch. When he took his hands away, the stone seemed to
have melted underneath. He inhaled sharply. “What did I do?”

“You
said it was too big,” Severn replied. When he ran his fingers through his hair,
Bear fell to his knees like a religious devotee. “So I gave you my destructive
will. Touch me. Taste me. Shape me to your liking.”

“I
can’t do that,” Bear said in a panic. “What if I take off too much? What if I
hurt you?”

When
Severn laughed, his hair bobbed around his head like sea grasses. “Impossible,”
he said. “How can you hurt me? I’m made of stone.”

His
argument seemed reasonable. Bear could hardly say no. When would he ever again
get the opportunity of sculpting a penis on a sentient stone angel? This sort
of thing could
not
be common.

Though
Severn said Bear couldn’t hurt him, it didn’t seem to take much to please him.
When he grasped an orb in each hand, the statue released a sigh that sounded
like waves lapping against the shore.
How strange
, Bear thought as he leaned
toward the giant penis,
that a form composed entirely of stone should move
like the sea
.

“It
isn’t strange,” Severn laughed.
The stone could hear his thoughts
. “I
lived in the sea for millions of years. In a sense, I am the sea. Can’t you
taste the salt in me?”

Bear
felt his mouth fill with saliva as he squeezed the giant orbs. Pavlovian
response. His body made Severn’s warm. Opening his mouth wide, he ran his
tongue along the stone. It was smooth. He was right—it tasted like salt.
As Bear fondled the giant balls, they seemed to shrink in his hands. Maybe he
only noticed because he was attuned to the change. He didn’t want them to
disappear, so he retreated. Running his palms along the underside of Severn’s
thick shaft, he licked the topside all over. The more he licked, the more the
stone cock felt like flesh. Severn sighed like a true angel as Bear’s tongue
got his massive rod slick with saliva. When he looked down to observe his
masterpiece, he noticed each loving lick left an indentation. He was working it
down to a reasonable size, and the process was starting to make it look
realistically veiny.

“Is
my pillar not to your liking?” Severn asked as he stared down at it in wonder.
When Bear’s gaze sprang to meet his, he was surprised to meet with concern.
Stone was supposed to be solid and hard. Severn was those things, but he also
seemed brimming with love.

“It
is,” Bear comforted. “It’s a thing of beauty, Severn. I mean, it’s really huge
now, but I’ll get it down to size.”

Bear
watched his smile before diving back down at his big cock. Thinking it might
make him happy if he expressed more enthusiasm, Bear cried, “Mmm, yes! This
thing is delicious.” He wrapped his arms around it and hugged the whole damn
thing as he licked all the way up to Severn’s belly. That seemed to fuse it in
place. “It tastes so good,” he went on. He lapped his shaft, running his hands
up and down its solid underbelly. When he grabbed hold of the stone balls
again, he noticed Severn’s cock wasn’t dragging on the ground anymore. Even so,
it was hardly what you’d call a reasonable size. It’s not like he could stretch
his lips around it yet. In fact, in neglecting the tip he’d inadvertently
formed a big cockhead.

He
went at the hot stone, licking everywhere as he concentrated his fingers’
efforts around Severn’s tip. He licked a seam in it. He sculpted veins through
the shaft. With all the attention he’d focused on its underside, the big dick
seemed to be curving downwards. That wasn’t a problem. In fact, he liked the
look. He went at that beast until the anaconda fizzled down to a snake in the
grass.
Okay, so it wasn’t that small
. But considering it started life as
a stone pillar, now it looked pretty normal.

He
was still hungry for its saltiness when Severn pulled away. “Is this a good
size?” he asked.

Bear
was torn. He was tempted to say no and keep sucking until the cock dwindled
down to nothing, but he just wasn’t the kind of guy who could lie like that. As
much as he hated the idea of Tuul getting it from the glistening mass he’d
created, it was Severn’s decision.

“It’s
perfect,” Bear replied.

“Good,”
Severn said with a giving smile. “In that case, you can’t touch it anymore.”

“I
know,” he said with a nod. Knowing didn’t make it any easier.

“Come
with me up the hill,” he bid. Bear followed his slow swimming motion. “The
unique capacity I’ve granted you will wear off in a few hours. Until then, try
not to touch anything.”

When
they reached the top of the hill, they found Wood and Knudson huddled around
Tuul. “Is he okay?” Bear asked. Strangely, he found himself caring about the
jerk.

It
wasn’t until Tuul looked up that Bear realized there was a cock under his
head—Alex Knudson’s cock, to be exact. They’d just walked in on him
giving the doe-eyed kid a blowjob. Not just that, but Tuul’s ass—which
had been up in the air when they left—was now up in the air
and
bare
and
getting serviced by Wood.

Bear
shook his head to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. It had become the sort of
night where anything was possible, but he would never have taken Tuul for a
willing bottom. “Maybe they don’t need us,” he said to Severn.

“Need
you?” Tuul sneered. His demeanour changed when he noticed Severn’s monster
cock. It hung between his soft thighs like ready meat. “Hell, I don’t
need
anybody, but I wouldn’t mind taking your fallen angel up the ass.”

Hopping
to his feet, he leaned over the nearest headstone. The two Alexes sighed in
dismay. After all they’d given him, he would abandon them at the drop of a hat?
Still, their caring seemed to know no bounds. Cramming his sheathed cock into
his pants, Woods got up and squirted some lube at the apex of Tuul’s ass crack.
“There you go, buddy,” he said.

“Oh
for Christ’s sake,” Bear laughed. “You just happened to have lube with you?”

Wood
shook his head. “It’s Knudson’s.”

Bear
laughed even harder as the younger Alex looked up and smiled. “It’s always the
ones who look innocent…”

“Hey,”
Tuul shouted. “I’m not getting fucked, here!”

“My
apologies,” Severn said, tracing a lubed-up finger down his crack. When he arrived
at the jerk’s hole, he pressed it inside his ass. Tuul gurgled like a baby. The
angel inserted another finger and he writhed against the headstone. Bear had
never seen him smile so widely.

“Come
on,” he begged. “Come on, fuck me! I want it so bad.”

As
Severn guided his curving cock to the entrance of his ass, Wood’s expression
fell.
Hadn’t he been good enough?
Circling his cockhead around Tuul’s
hole, Severn pushed it inside and breathed in deeply. He held for a few
moments. When he released, everything angelic fell from his demeanour. He
raged. He rammed Tuul even as he shrieked. A fiendish smile grew across
Severn’s face as he beckoned the boys to his side.
“You—blondie—play with my nipples,” he instructed. “Lube
boy—you grab my balls.”

Knudson
and Wood did as they were told, feeling him up and feeling him down. For a
moment, Bear felt left out, but he’d had his moment and could have no more.
“Give me your dick!” Tuul begged, leaning over the headstone. “Give it to me,
man. Fuck my mouth.”

After
what he’d seen with the two Alexes, the request wasn’t all that surprising.
Stepping forward, he pushed his pants to his ankles. The moment Tuul caught
sight of his cock, he took it in hand. Severn seemed to pause with alarm as he
watched.

“What’s
wrong?” Bear asked.
God, it felt great to be rubbed like that!

Severn
shook the shock from his face. “Nothing.”

Maybe
he was jealous
, Bear considered as Tuul took in his cockhead. Closing his
lips around the tip, he kissed it with his tongue. Bear thought he would come
on the spot. When Tuul sucked his erection into his hot mouth, he had to grab
the idiot’s hair. Severn gasped. Looking up at him as he reamed their guy, Bear
asked again, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

When
Severn issued another deep plunge into Tuul’s ass, he sighed and sucked. He
made noises too—growling and gulping noises. Bear had to curl his toes
inside his shoes to keep it together. Clinging to Tuul’s hair, he thrust his
cock down the guy’s throat.
Just following orders
. At first, Tuul
sputtered and gagged, but he quickly settled into the service. Bear squeezed
his eyes shut and felt the texture of Tuul’s velvet tongue on the underside of
his shaft. But the velvet soon became hard and rough. Even his hair felt
different.

No
sooner had Bear opened his eyes than he pulled out of Tuul’s mouth in a panic.
“Tuul!” he shouted, pulling up his pants.

His
alarm alerted the Alexes. They looked over to see what the trouble was. “Oh my
God!” Knudson cried, releasing Severn’s tits to be by Tuul's side. “No! This can’t
be happening.”

From
behind Severn, Wood shrieked. “The angel’s stone. He’s not warm anymore. He’s
just like he was when we found him!”

“But
without the wings,” Bear said, unable to shake his astonishment. “And when we
found him, he wasn’t cramming a huge cock in some guy’s asshole.”