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David


It was right after a Delta Iota Kappa meeting. Matt, the Chapter President, and Hunk, the Vice-President, were seated at a table with me, Rory, and Rick, the three newest members. Also there was Tami, the President of Gamma Nu Tau, which was ΔI E’s sister sorority.

Rory and Rick and I looked at each other. We’d been asked by Matt to stay after the meeting. What was this all about? we wondered. And why was Tami there?

Matt looked at a notebook in front of him, and then looked back up at us.

“Dave, Rory, Rick,” Matt started hesitantly, “I know that the three of you are aware of the service requirement for all the members of ΔIE,” he started. We nodded. “I’m looking at our notes for the year, and the three of you are about four hours short. and it’s May—almost the end of the year.”

We just nodded. Matt was right.

“Now, I’m afraid there aren’t any more service opportunities for the fraternity,” Matt went on, looking at his notebook. “We assisted with the Humanities Conference last February, and participated in campus cleanup efforts. None of you took part in those.” He looked up at us. “You all had a chance,” he said. “Where were you?”

I spoke up. “Those weekends we were slammed with homework! I had a term paper that was due in February. And during the conference I had to go home for my sister’s wedding.”

Rick piped up, “I was too busy too,” he admitted, then went on to make his excuse. Rory followed suit.

Matt sighed. “Well, the fact remains that you are short on service hours. You need four hours of service each, to fulfill the requirement.” He paused. “And there aren’t any more service projects on our calendar.”

Tami chimed in. “That’s where I think Γ Ν Τ can help,” she said, smiling.

“Okay,” Rory looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Γ Ν Τ is planning on one more event,” Tami explained. “We’re doing a project with the Art students. It’s kind of a . . .well, a living statue exhibit.”

Matt jumped in, “And if you each can contribute four hours of service to this exhibit, we can count it toward your four-hour requirement for Δ I E.”


Rick looked puzzled. “What exactly is a living statue exhibit?”

“We take over the wooded park behind the sorority house, and set up pedestals and stuff. Then, people stand on them posing as famous statues. For instance, Kelli is going to pose as the famous statue of Juliet in Verona. She’ll be all made up in grey body paint, like a statue. She’ll have on a grey wig, and her dress will be grey to match. She’ll look like a grey stone statue. She stands on her pedestal completely still, and pose like the actual Juliet statue whenever people go by and see her. She’ll look just like a sculpture.” Tami grinned and winked. “Except of course, if she wants, she can break the pose slightly and surprise people by moving her arm, or her foot, or by saying something.” She chuckled. “It’ll be fun.”


I nodded. It did sound interesting.

“Melissa is going to be the Statue of Liberty,” Tami went on, “and Heather is going to be the Little Mermaid statue from Copenhagen. We have Melissa’s boyfriend Andrew who is going to be the Lincoln statue from the Lincoln Memorial.” She was obviously excited about it.

“So, what do you need us for?” Rory asked.

Tami smiled. “We want to do three more male statues,” she explained. “We want to do the ‘Laughing Buddha,’ and Rodin’s ‘Thinker’” she hesitated, “and we want to do the ‘David’ statue.”

I’d never heard of any of these, other than the Statue of Liberty. I wasn’t even sure what the Lincoln Memorial statue looked like—I’d never been to Washington. I looked over at Rory and Rick. They obviously didn’t recognize the names either.

“Well,” I said slowly, “I guess I can do David, since that’s my name.”

“Good,” Tami smiled. “And Rory, you can be the Laughing Buddha,” she looked at Rory’s corpulent stomach. “You’ll be perfect.”

Rory grinned. “So finally my extra lard is going to do some good,” he chuckled.

“And I guess that leaves me for the ‘Thinker,’ then,” Rick sat back in his chair.

“Right.”

“I guess I can stand there and think,” he grinned.

“Oh,” Tami chuckled, “Yours is the easy one. The Thinker is sitting down while he thinks.”

“Even better,” Rick sighed. “Okay, I’m in.”

Matt looed at the three of us. “Okay, then, Dave, Rick, Rory,” he nodded. “That should take care of your service requirement.”

. . . . . . . .

That evening, back in my room, I got to thinking. I was going to be David. Yeah, David, King of Israel. I’d get to stand there regally and wear probably a robe and crown . . .come to think of it, what was David wearing for that statue?

I pulled up my laptop and typed in “david statue” on the keyboard. Immediately on the screen popped up a bunch of pictures of old-time statues. I picked one at random. The caption said “Statue of David—Bernini.”

I enlarged it. It was different from what I expected. For one thing, David was shirtless. I guess I could do that. He had a big cloth covering his midsection, not too tightly, but enough to cover the genitalia amply. He was in the coolest pose—more of an action shot. He had a slingshot in his hands, with a big old rock loaded into it, and the fiercest look on his face, and he looked like he was about to bonk old Goliath right between the eyes with it. I wasn’t crazy about the costume, but I liked the pose. I could do that, I guessed, if I could pull that cloth up just a little more.

Just for fun, I pulled up “Laughing Buddha.” It was the perfect choice for Rory. He was seated cross-legged on the ground, or maybe a pillow. His top was undone right down to his pants, and his ample belly was showing, along with some saggy breasts—the guy had man-boobs. I grinned. Rory was gonna love this.

Rick was in for a surprise with Rodin’s “Thinker.” The Thinker was thinking stark naked, sitting on a seat, head propped up in one hand, without a stitch on. It did help that the legs were pretty close together, so that you’d have to peer in between the legs to see the groin area. I chuckled. I thought for a moment of alerting Rick, then decided to let it be a surprise—he sure would be caught off guard!
. . . . . . . .

As directed, we showed up at the Γ Ν Τ house at 8:30 for make-up, as directed. The exhibit was to start at 10, and would run through 1 PM. We were told to go various rooms, where they would apply face and body paint to us and give us our costumes.

Andrew walked by us. His face and hands were completely covered with light gray makeup. He had on an artificial beard, also gray, and his old-fashioned tux and stovepipe hat were gray also. He grinned as he saw us.

“How do I look?” he chuckled.

“Like someone living at a Gettysburg address,” Rick laughed.

Actually, it looked pretty good. Andrew stopped for a minute and stood perfectly still—and, by gosh, he did look like a statue of Lincoln!

He pointed back to a door to a room in back. “They’re making up the statues back there,” he explained. “Just go through there and they’ll get you made up.”

We went back and sat down on the chairs next to the door. “I can go first,” said Rory, “since I have more territory for them to cover.” He looked down at his ample girth and grinned.

Just then the door opened and Kelli walked out. For a statue, she looked lovely. Her makeup was a light bronze, and she was wearing a long dress that came down and covered her feet. The top was sleeveless, and there was a bodice delicately covering her breasts.

As Rory went in to be made up, I admired Kelli’s “Juliet” costume. She grinned at me. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah, It’s beautiful, actually.” I gazed up and down her.

I should probably explain that Kelli was my official “little sister” from Γ Ν Τ. At the time of our initiation, every guy from Δ I E was assigned a “little sister,” who could accompany him to Greek outings, and projects, and generally hang out with him. Often, the two would get pretty close, which I think was the intention. So Kelli was not really a fiancée, but was more than just a fuck-buddy. Somewhere in between, I guess.

She looked at me now, with her cute grin. “I’ve been reading up on this Juliet statue,” she said. “When visitors came to see it, the story was that if they fondled Juliet’s right breast, they would be lucky in love.” She laughed.

“I bet it got her breast a lot of attention,” I grinned.

“Well, I hope no one around here knows the story.” She grinned at me. “Except you, Dave. If you want to caress my breast, you’ll certainly get lucky tonight. I’ll see to it.” She did a kiss-y thing with her lips, then winked again.

A girl I didn’t recognize came up to us. “Ready, Kelli?” she asked. “I’m going to show you to your spot in the garden.”

“Ah, sure.” Kelli turned to her. “Let’s go. She turned back to me, smiled, and winked at me again, then turned back and left with the girl.

Just then the door behind me opened and Rori came out. I didn’t recognize him at first. There was jade green makeup all over his face and his body. His hair was covered by a green skullcap, so well that he appeared totally bald. He was dressed in a red over-the-head robe, which had a neck-collar that drooped ‘way down, all the way below his belly, so that his breasts and his belly were perfectly visible. A pair of undies could be seen, ringing the bottom of his abdomen. He carried a dark red cushion with him.

“Boy, do I feel stupid!” he complained to us.

Rick and I were suppressing laughs, not wanting to hurt Rory. “You look, ah . . . ah, good!” I managed.

“Great,” Rick grunted out. “Just like the real Buddha.”

Just then Mandy poked her head out the door. “Next customer,” she announced, looking at me.

“Uh, sure,” I said, getting up and heading into the door.

. . . . . .

Mandy took me by the arm and led me past a long table to a sink in the corner. She sat me down on a chair in front of the sink, with my back to it.

“First we have to do your hair,” she explained. “I’ll need you to take off your shirt for this.”

I pulled my tee shirt up over my head, and handed it to Mandy.

The chair tipped back so my head was right over the sink, with me facing up. Tami came over with a bottle.

“Let’s see,” she looked down at me, “You’re David, right?”

“I always was,” I rejoined.

She laughed. “No, I mean you’re the statue of David. So we need a kind of marble gray. Like this,” she picked up a large gray towel, which was sort of rolled up in a tube. “We’re going to paint you this color.” She looked at the bottle in her hand, held it next to the towel, and made a disapproving sound. She put the bottle down, and picked up another one. “Now just lean back.”

As I tipped back over the sink she leaned over me and started wetting my hair with the hose. I felt her fingers running though my hair, and looked up to the neckline of her shirt; there was just a little bit of her cleavage showing.

She started scrubbing and lathering and doing all kinds of stuff to my hair.

“By the way, Dave,” she said as she worked my hair, “That towel I showed you? That’s your costume.”

Finally she finished scrubbing. Then she had me sit up.

“Okay,” she mused. We’ll need about twenty minutes. Meanwhile we can start applying body paint.”

The chair was brought back to upright position. Mandy took my arm and led me over to the table, and had me lie down on my stomach. She and Tami started opening bottles. I felt their hands, holding sponges, starting to rub up and down my back, applying some kind of light creamy stuff all over it. Tami’s sponge slid around on my upper back, and slipped over my shoulders. I felt Mandy rubbing my lower back.

“Okay,” Tami announced. “Turn over onto your back.”

I rolled over. The two girls started smearing makeup on my front. Mandy was obviously enjoying rubbing my chest. Her finger would rub across my nipple, tickling it every so often, and grinning at me. Meanwhile, Mandy’s hand rubbed all over my belly with her sponge, around and around, all the way down to my pants. Then she rubbed the stuff onto my sides, and up to my arms.

Mandy’s watch beeped. She looked at it.

“Time’s up,” she announced. “We can rinse his hair now.”

They led me back over the sink. Tami leaned over me again, her breast in my face, and started squirting water all over my hair, then letting it drain. They had me sit up then, and dried my hair briskly with a towel.

“Now back to the table, and we can finish with the makeup.”

I was laid down on the table again, face up. Using sponges, the two girls applied makeup to my arms and hands, with sponges, and they used makeup brushes to paint my face, being careful not to get it in my eyes. As Tami hovered over my face, she grinned mischievously down at me.

“You’re going to be the star of the show, Dave,” she predicted.

Mandy started unbuttoning my jeans. She looked at me, grinning. “We have to body-paint your legs and feet,” she explained. So I let her remove my shoes and pull my jeans off. Now I was just in my underwear.

“Ooooh! Cute undies!” Tami cooed. She slipped her fingers under the elastic. Mandy did the same on the other side, and they started pulling my underpants off me.

“Hey! Wait a minute!” I yelped. “I want to keep those on!” I squirmed. “Don’t I have that towel thing over my middle as part of my costume?”

Tami grinned in amusement. “I don’t think so,” she said. “Let’s be sure.”

She pulled out her phone and typed in something with her fingers. Then she scrolled, and looked at the screen. “No, I was right,” she said. “It’s actually your sling. It goes over your left shoulder.”

She leaned over and showed me the picture. I read the caption:

“Michelangelo—'David.’ Galleria di Accademia, Florence.”

I looked at the statue in horror. It was different than the one I’d seen before. This David did in fact have a rolled-up sling—he was holding it over his left shoulder, so you couldn’t see most of it from the front.

The rest of him was completely nude—stark naked, right down to the tip of his penis.

Unlike the other statue, this David was standing, looking calm and content, as if standing in the nude was an everyday thing for him. His physique looked muscular, and his face looked placid and confident, as if he was thinking “Ain’t I beautiful?” The muscles in his calves and thighs looked well-developed. The only thing a bit odd was his crotch—his testicles looked man-sized, but his penis looked awfully short—not the sort of thing that he’d brag about.

And I was going to stand for three hours like this!

I looked up at Tami, then at Mandy. They were both grinning at me.

“Oh, don’t worry, Dave.” Mandy chuckled. “We’re going to give you a waist towel to wear to go out there.”

“You’d better!” I felt a little relieved.

“Just in case, though,” Tami smirked, “we have to color all of you. Some of this might show, around the towel.”

“But I’ll have the towel when I go out there, right?”

“Of course,” Mandy grinned, “We don’t want you feeling embarrassed, do we?”

By now they had gotten my underpants down off my legs and over my feet. I was as naked as—as David. Mandy poured some body paint into a shallow bowl, and started rubbing it up my thigh with her sponge.

They did a pretty thorough job of covering me with body paint. I felt their hands moving their sponges around on my feet, my calves, and my thighs. They made me turn on my stomach, as they did the back of my legs.

“Nice ass,” Mandy chortled. She squeezed my butt cheek with her fingers, then started rubbing her sponge around on my butt cheeks.

“I think it’s better than the statue’s ass,” Tami observed.

Once they had the back of me covered, they had me stand up. Mandy held me by the arm while Tami applied the body paint to my penis with the makeup brush. She went very carefully over the top, and around the tip, then lifted my penis with two fingers. I shuddered as I felt the brush going down the underside of my penis.

“Hold still for me, Dave.” Tami admonished me.

She continued to hold my penis up whole she painted my testicles. Again, I felt the brush tickling the bottom of my testicles as she applied the paint. She grinned. “This is fun,” she giggled, giving my penis a playful little squeeze.

When she was done, she stood up and stood back to look. She and Mandy slowly walked around me, surveying their work.

“We forgot something,” Mandy pointed out.

She took the sponge and knelt down in front of me. She started dabbing me on my lower abdomen, right above my penis. She made a couple of dabs with the sponge, then drew back and looked.

“His pubic hairs needed color,” she observed. “I think they’re better now.”

“Go look at yourself, Dave,” Tami gestured toward a full-length mirror.

I went and stood in front of the mirror. Sure enough, I looked like a statue. A nude statue. It was my body, but in a marble color.

“Now,” Tami instructed, “don’t move. Just stand there, and breathe lightly. See if it doesn’t look like a statue.”

I did as instructed. Sure enough, the marble-grey and my inanimate body looked like an old sculpture. I had to hand it to these girls—they’d done a nice job of this.

Tami came up to me with a large gray towel. She wrapped it around my waist, and tucked it into itself. “There, Dave,” she said, “Does that feel better?”

“Oh, yes.” It did feel more reassuring. The idea of my standing like that was still a little disconcerting, but if my essentials were all covered, it wouldn’t be too bad.

“Okay,” I sighed. “I can do this.”

“Good!” Tami smiled brightly at me. “If you’ll just step outside the door now, you can send Rick in. Robin will be here in a minute to get you.” She handed me my sling.

I went outside. Two or three girls looked at me and whispered to each other, grinning. Oh, well, I thought, there’s going to be a certain amount of this as long as I’m standing around shirtless. I may as well get used to it.

A minute later, a tall girl wearing a light blue top and jean shorts came up to me. “You must be David,” she said, looking me up and down.

“That’s me,” I said.

“I’m Robin.” She took my right arm. “Let’s go, then, David. I’ll show you where you’ll be standing.”

Robin was a little taller than me, and it made me feel a little helpless, being led by her. We walked out the side door of the house, and headed into the park. It was a lightly wooded area, about a block long and a block wide. There were paths with benches leading into the park, winding around through the trees. As we went I saw places where the sorority had been setting up. One clearing near the path had a throne-like chair in it. Abraham Lincoln was already sitting in it. He was all a very light tan from body paint. He greeted us with a wave as we went by. If he hadn’t moved, I know I’d have mistaken him for a statue.

Another clearing had a round pedestal. The next had a jade green floor pillow-like thing on the ground.

I was led around a couple of curves, into a clearing where several paths intersected. The area had been also prepared by the sorority, with platforms and pedestals. One was low and round. Another had a rather large boulder sitting on it. Another was a square whit pedestal, about a foot high.

“You’re going to be right here,” Robin informed me, gesturing toward the square pedestal.

For the first time I noticed little signposts along the path, next to each spot. I read mine with interest:
“David. Sculpture by Michaelangelo. 1501-1504. Brancho ordinario. Galleria del accademia, Florence.
This was followed by a lot of information about the original sculpture, some of its features, such as the sling and the stone in David’s other hand, and how the statue was made, and the debate about where to place it. All pretty interesting, I guess.

“Does that look all right to you?” Robin asked.

“Ah, yeah, sure.” I really didn’t know much about art history, so I couldn’t say much.

“We’re almost ready to go,” Robin led me over to the pedestal. “You just stand in the middle here,” she had me step up onto the pedestal, “and I’ll help to pose you.”

Robin leaned over and took my left leg and turned it out a little. She looked at it, and nodded to herself. Then she leaned over and picked up something round, about the size of a baseball.

“It’s a stone,” she explained. “For the sling.”

She put it in my right hand, then turned my hand facing my leg. Then she put the sling in my left hand, and positioned my left arm up, so the sling went over my shoulder. Finally, she reached up and put her hand on my chin and turned my head slightly to the left. Then she stepped back.

“Perfect,” she said, looking me over. I think we’re ready.”

Meanwhile, I saw other figures being led in. I recognized a girl named Heather, who was all dressed in a mermaid costume. She was body-painted in a dark reddish paint, and was wearing her hair up. She had a sort of filmy dress thing around her legs, and was wearing a tube top. Her guide posed her sitting on the big rock.

A minute later, Kelli was led in, with her delicate dress. Her guide had her stand on the round pedestal, and positioned her so that her left arm was reaching up toward her face, covering her left breast. She looked over at me and grinned and winked. I winked back. Meanwhile, her guide had her right hand holding up her dress slightly.

Finally, Robin addressed us.

“You all have heard the phrase ‘as still as a statue.’ That’s how you have to act when people are looking at you. There will be some visitors who will try to make you move, by saying things to you, or even pretending to touch you. Don’t let them trick you into moving. Stay as still as you can. Above all, don’t talk to them. Yo can move slightly when there’s no one looking at you.”

She explained how to breathe. “Take slow deep breaths, all the way into your abdomen. Don’t just breathe into your chest. This way no one will notice any movement. Try it.”

We all tried it. It took some concentration, but we managed it.

“Good,” Robin nodded approvingly. “I think we’re about ready to start.” She looked at her watch. Then she nodded to Heather, the Little Mermaid.

Heather’s guide reached behind her and unfastened the back of her tube top, and took it off. Hethar’s round breasts were now exposed.

“Hey!” Heather yelped. “What are you doing?”

Meanwhile, robin came up to me and reached out for my towel. Before I could stop her, she yanked my towel off my waist, baring my entire midsection.

“Hey, wait!” I protested. ‘Tami said I could wear that in!”

Robin grinned at me. “I know,” she smirked. “She said you could wear it coming in. Well, now you’re in. So it’s time to take it off.” She tossed my towel on the ground.

So there I was, posed as David, totally naked. I saw Kelli looking over at me. She’d seen me naked before, but not outside like this. Heather was staring at my body too, as were the guides.

Robin stood there nodding approvingly. She stepped forward.

“Just this one thing,” she said, under her breath.

She reached out and slipped her hand between my thighs and slid it up. She took my penis in her fingers and pulled it forward, so that it was no longer hidden by my thighs. Then she stepped back and surveyed the result, nodding. “I think we’re ready to go.” She patted the bottom of my testicles, then grinned.

I heard Tami come in. “We’re going to start letting guests in now,” she announced. “Remember what we told you about not moving.” She looked around at all of us, nodding approval. Then she smiled and turned and left.

I wonder who will be in the audience.

And there I was, on display, naked as a bug, for whoever came through the exhibit. And Kelli was there to watch my humiliation.

Almost immediately, we heard voices coming down the path. Female voices. “I can’t believe they did this!” “He was sitting there completely naked!” “Yeah, but you had to look way up between his legs.” They got closer. “That one Chinese guy was funny.” “I thought he almost twitched when I rubbed his belly.”

They came around the corner. I got into my David pose, but I could see them out of the corner of my eye. A blonde girl I didn’t recognize wearing a short white dress, another blonde in jean shorts and a pink top, and a brown-haired girl in a ponytail, wearing white shorts and a red top. I didn’t know any of them, but I’d seen them around campus.

They immediately came over to me, grinning.

“Oh, my! Look at this!”

They hunched over to inspect my crotch. I held my pose, staring forward. I could see them out of the very bottom of my eye, just the tops of their heads, as they inspected my genitals.

“Look at this PENIS!”

“It’s so CUTE!”

One of then took a deep breath, then blew on my penis. I shuddered slightly.

“Oh, look! It MOVED!”

I felt a finger touching my bellybutton. It slowly traced down my abdomen.

“Hey! You’re not s’posed to TOUCH them.”

“I know. I don’t care.”

The finger traced all the way down to just above my penis.

“Look at all this HAIR!” The finger was now tracing through my crotch-hairs.

“I’ve never SEEN so much HAIR on a boy!”

“Look at him now!”

I became aware that I was developing an erection. A pretty big one.

“Look at it STICKING OUT!

“Look at those nice big BALLS!”

I felt the fingertip tracing around the bottom of my testicles. Around and around.

I thought, I have to think about something else, or I’m going to lose it.

I looked around the clearing. At that moment two huge guys came in, both wearing tee shirts and jeans. They looked at me being inspected, and one of them smirked. Then they went over to Heather, in her Little Mermaid costume..

“Oooh!” one of them said. “Look at those nice BOOBIES!”

“Look at those cute little NIPPY-NIPS!”

Heather didn’t move, but I could tell that she felt embarrassed about having her nipples inspected by these two guys.

One of them took a deep breath and blew gently on Heather’s nipple. She stayed perfectly still, but something in her face looked a little distressed.

“Hey! Look! It got bigger!”

“Yeah! It’s poking out!”

“Cool! I like to see nice perky nipples on a girl!”

Heather’s face was tight, but I could tell she looked uncomfortable.

Meanwhile I could feel the girls playing with my penis. I struggled to keep my erection from getting too big, but I knew I was heading for trouble.

Two other girls came up. They looked me over, and one of them put her hand on my breast. Her finger traced a circle around my nipple. She giggled.

I saw two more guys come in. I thought I recognized one of them from one of my classes. He looked up at me and smirked. Then they both went over to where Kelli was playing Juliet. I could hear them.

“Hey, she’s pretty. Who is she supposed to be?”

“That’s Juliet.

“From ancient Rome or something?”

“No, you dummy! From Shakespeare. Haven’t you ever heard of Romeo and Juliet?”

“Oh, yeah. I think we read that in high school."

“Hey look!” One of the two of them was peering down at the sign. “It says here that people used to rub her breast. They said that if you rub her right breast, you’ll be lucky in love.”

“I wanna be lucky in love!” One of the guys reached out and cupped his hand over Kelli’s right breast. He moved his hand around, gently fondling her breast. I looked at Kelli’s face. She was tense, trying not to move. Her face was tight, like a grimace, as the boy rubbed and caressed her breast.

Then with his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the material. “Hey! I can feel her nipple through the cloth!”

The other guy came up. “Let me see!” He reached out and squeezed Kelli’s other nipple, which was slightly protected by her arm. “Yeah! This one’s getting nice and perky!”

Kelli’s face was tight. She looked like she was trying hard not to cry.

Suddenly, below me, I heard a “click!” I looked down and saw that one of the girls had her cellphone out, and had just taken a picture of my penis.

“Wait ‘til everyone sees this!” She chortled. She stepped back and took another picture. “Click!”

I stayed as motionless as I could. I tried not to listen to all the chortling going on from the three girls. Presently, one of them stood up. She was blonde, and was wearing a short, light summer dress, sleeveless. She grinned.

“Hey, Mr. Statue? Want to give me a little kiss?” She stepped up onto the pedestal, right next to me. As she did, I could feel the flutter of her dress against my chest and my belly. She put her hand on my bare chest and peered into my face, smiling mischievously.

I stayed completely still. The girl puckered up her lips. I could feel her breath on my face. Her right hand was on my chest, and I could feel her left hand around my waist.

She leaned in and kissed me on my lips. I started to kiss back, out of impulse, then caught myself.

The girl backed up abruptly. “He did it!” she announced. “He kissed me back! I felt it!”

“Did he? I didn’t see it,” the brown-haired girl said.

“Me either,” this from the girl in the pink top.

A couple of the girls wandered off. The girl with the cellphone took a couple more pictures of my naked body, then walked away.

Meanwhile, I could see a few more guys crowded around Kelli and Heather. One of them reached up and put his hand on Heather’s bare breast. He started to squeeze gently, then moved his hand lightly around, caressing her breast. I looked at Heather’s face. She was keeping a straight face, but I could tell she was still tensed up, holding back tears.

Then I looked over at Kelli. She had several other guys looking at her admiring her. They were chattering to each other: “. . .right breast. . .” “. . .it’s an old custom . . .” “. . .good luck in . . .” and other bits of random phrases.

“I want some good luck,” piped up one guy. He had red hair and a large build. He put his hand on Kelli’s bare shoulder, then slipped it inside her dress. I could see the dress material move as his hand moved around Kelli’s breast. Her face was tight, and her eyes had a humiliated look in them.

The guy chuckled as he moved his had around, playing with Kelli’s breast. He scrunched up his hand, and suddenly Kelli’s eyes got wide for just a second.

The guy chuckled. “I gave her a little nipple squeeze,” he grinned. “It’s getting hard now.” There was more motion under Kelli’s dress, and her face was trying not to wince. “These little nipples feel nice and perky.”

“I wanna feel them," said one of the other boys. He pushed up in front of Kelli. The redhaired boy backed up, and the other boy touched the fabric on Kelly’s breast. He rubbed his finger around, then located her nipple and gave it a playful little squeeze. Kelli’s body lurched.

The boys laughed. Kelli’s face looked like she was holding back tears.

At this moment, a group of five students came up to me, led by Professor Madlin. She had been my prof when I had taken Art Survey the first semester. She was in her early 30s, I guess, and had short brown hair and a slim build. She was wearing slacks and a red sleeveless blouse, and was carrying a pencil and a notebook. She was lecturing to the class.

“Now, this is the statue of David, from the Old Testament, done by Michelangelo.” The students were looking at me and scribbling in notebooks. “It was done in the early 1500s, and you can see the original today at a museum in Florence. It was sculpted out of a leftover piece of marble that Michelangelo had obtained. Michelangelo was actually commissioned to do this sculpture by the Florentine Office of Public Works, when he was only 26.”

The students were looking me over intently. One of them pulled out her cellphone, aimed it at me, and “snap!” took a picture of my body.

Dr. Madlin went on, “You remember that one of the things that was new in the Renaissance was knowledge of the human body. Remember that this was the same time that people like Dr. Vesalius did all those illegal dissections of human bodies, and was able to study the bones and muscles of the human body. You can see this in the sculpture of David. For instance, notice that David’s rib cage is slightly visible, looking muscular and well-developed,” she pointed to me as she went, “and that David’s abdomen is perfectly formed, and nicely tight,” she touched her pen to my belly, moving the pen around.

“He has a nice-looking vee,” one of the girls remarked.

The students wrote furiously in their notebooks, looking up at my bare belly and down at their notes.

“Even David’s legs are anatomically correct. Look especially at how the thigh muscles are visible.” Dr. Madlin ran her hand up inside my thigh, slowly, up toward my crotch. I shivered.

“Another thing to note is the sense of balance throughout. Sculptors at the time were getting away from that perfect symmetry that you see in late Medieval art, but there’s still an appreciation of the idea of balance.”

Se looked up at me. “Look at David’s pose, for instance. It’s not symmetrical. He’s not even looking straightforward. But the details are still symmetrical in their own way.” She pointed to my chest. “You see how David’s nipples are perfectly spaced, for instance. Or look down here at his pubic hair.” She ran her pen back and forth through my hair. “You notice that the clump of hair is exactly the same on either side.” As the end of her pen slipped through my hair, I could feel it tickle me. I did my best to hold still.

“Doctor Madlin, I have a question,” one of the girls raised her hand.

“Yes, Lacie?”

“Wasn’t David Jewish?”

“Yes, he was. Why?”

“I was just looking at David’s dic-. . , I mean, David’s penis,” Lacie looked up at me and giggled. “If David was Jewish, wouldn’t he have been circumvented?”

The whole class chuckled.

“You mean circumcised, Lacie?” The class laughed as Lacie turned red. “No! Class!” she admonished. “Lacie has a very good point. Yes, in Biblical times, David would have been circumcised.” She paused and went on. “In the Renaissance, artists usually showed Jewish men’s penises as being uncircumcised. This was actually a carryover from Greek practice; the ancient Greeks thought circumcision was a primitive practice or even a deformity. Renaissance artists and sculptors like Michelangelo followed this concept.”

The other girl held up her camera directly in front of my crotch and “snap!” took a picture of my penis. She giggled.

One of the other girls giggled. “His balls are symmetrical too!” One of the two boys chuckled “Well, duh!”

“Any other questions, class?” Dr. Madlin looked around.

A girl’s voice came from behind me: ‘He has a cute ass!” The whole class laughed.

Dr. Madlin rolled her eyes. Then she looked up at me and smiled. “Well, let’s give our “statue” a round of applause.” They all grinned at me and clapped. Two of the girls whistled. “By the way," Dr. Madlin went on, “Our ‘David’ really is a David. His name is David Ward, and he’s a sophomore majoring in accounting. You’ll probably see him around campus. Be sure to thank him for posing for us this morning.”

Geez, Dr. Madlin, thanks for nothing, I thought.

The class started to trail off toward Kelli. Dr. Madlin turned back and looked at me and grinned. I stayed as still as I could.

Nicely done.

I watched Dr. Madlin’s class all wander over to where Kelli was standing. She started to explain how Juliet’s statue was made by a guy named Constantini, in 1972, and that it was moved to the, inside of the Museum Castelvecchio because thousands of tourists were coming and rubbing Juliet’s breast, in the belief that it would bring good luck. Upon hearing this, one of the two guys in the class reached over and started groping Kelli’s right breast, fondling it and squeezing it. I think Kelli was surprised that a prof would actually allow this in one of her classes. Kelli’s eyes had opened wider, and she had a look on her face, half surprised and half embarrassed. One of the girls in the class pulled out her cellphone and snapped a picture of Kelli being groped by the male hand. The guy pinched Kelli’s nipple gently through the fabric, and then stepped back.

The class moved over to the Ariel statue. As they did, three boys entered the clearing. Two of them headed for Kelli, but the other came over to me. He was medium height, not fat, but a little heavy, and had light curly hair. He looked up and down at my body, then focused on my crotch. He reached into his pocket with his right hand and pulled out his cellphone and took a picture of my penis. I had to hold perfectly still as he slipped the index finger of his left hand under my penis and lifted it up. He pushed my penis completely up, then took a picture of my testicles. He gave my penis a couple playful squeezes, chuckled, then walked away. I’m not gay, and this all just kind of creeped me out.

The class, meanwhile, was over where the Little Mermaid was sitting on her rock. They were admiring Heather’s bare breasts. One of the boys had his hand on her right breast, and was tickling her nipple. Heather was clenching her mouth shut, and her eyes were opening wide. I could tell she was tense. One of the girls reached over and started rubbing Heather’s bare belly. I thought I saw a slight lurch from Heather, as the girl’s finger flicked over her exposed bellybutton. The other boy started caressing Heather’s bare foot.

I heard the chatter of girls’ voices coming from around the trees. They had apparently just looked at Rory and Rick.

“Lindsay, you made that one guy wiggle, when you rubbed his belly!

“Where did you get that flag from?”

“What flag?”

“The little American flag? The one you stuck in that Chinese guy’s belly button?”

“Oh, that!” Chuckle. “I got that with my Quick-Meal. It was sticking in my hamburger. So I just put it in my purse, until I found something better to do with it.” Chuckle. “It looked cute sticking out of his belly button.” Laughter. “I hope it doesn’t attract flies.” More laughter.

The speakers came around the corner. There were three young teen girls. Two were dressed in sleeveless blouses and shorts, and the other had on a camisole that reached almost down to her bellybutton, and a pair of shorts. They all had purses over their shoulders.

The tallest one immediately looked at me, her glance going up and down my naked body, a grin on her face.

“It looks like a statue,” she giggled. “Like one of those old-time Greeks or something.”

“Yeah,” said another one “It must be a statue. Look at how that dingy is hanging out!” Laughter from all three. “Why don’t you ask him, Kailee?” More giggling.

I stood as still as I could. Maybe if I acted like a statue, they’d lose interest.

The one in the camisole looked up at me and grinned, “Are you really a statue?”

I held as still as I could.

Suddenly she reached behind me and inched my butt cheek with her fingers. I steeled myself and held as still as I could.

Kailee giggled. “He has a nice ass,” she observed.

“I still can’t tell whether he’s a statue or not.”

“He doesn’t look like he’s breathing.”

“Jenny, listen to him and see if he’s breathing.”

The tallest girl came up in front of me and leaned her head sideways against my bare chest. I could feel her cheek on my breast, and her long hair down on my stomach, tickling my belly. I held my breath.

“I don’t hear any breathing,” she said quietly.

She straightened up and climbed up on the pedestal next to ne. She put her face right in front of mine. I could see her face in detail—every light freckle, every wrinkle in her lips, and every eyelash.

Jenny grinned at me and then pursed her lips. She gently blew into my face. Then she leaned forward to kiss me. I held as still as I could, trying hard not to kiss her back.

I heard a “click!” of a cellphone camera.

The other girls were cheering her on, “Go, Jenny!” “Make him kiss you!”

After a minute she gave up. She pulled back and stepped down, looking disappointed.

“Okay,” she mock-pouted. “Eather your just a statue or you don’t love me.”

Tha other girls laughed.

As they walked off, I glanced up at the other two models.

There was now a group of three guys in front of Kelli. One of them moved to one side. He reached up for Kelli’s breast, and held it in his hand.

“It says that anyone who rubs her boob will get lucky,” he explained to his grinning companions.

“Well, then,” another one of them said, “I’m gonna get real lucky!” He put his hand on Kelly’s bare right foot. He slid his hand under the long skirt, and up Kelly’s bare leg. As he did, her skirt rode up on his arm, all the way up to her crotch.

He grinned at us. “Now she’s gonna get real lucky.” We could see him slip his index finger into the leg-hole of Kelly’s panties. I watched in horror as he pushed up, obviously slipping his finger inside Kelli. He wiggled his hand, then pulled his finger partway out. Then he did it again, and again.

I looked at Kelli’s face. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was starting to hang open. She was starting to breathe rapidly.

“See?” said the guy. “She’s lucky! She’s getting’ finger-fucked!” Everyone laughed.

Kelli’s poor breasts were gasping for air. She was starting to moan.

“Another minute, and I think she’s gonna cream for me,” the boy grinned, sliding his finger up and down.

Just then, three girls stepped in front of me. Two blondes and a brown-haired girl. All hair shoulder length, perfectly done, wearing blouses and shorts that looked like they were off the high-end rack. They came up in front of me, looking at me and grinning.

“Well,” mused the brown-haired girl, “Look what we have here!”

“It looks like a statue,” said one of the other girls.

“But it’s so lifelike!”

“All the other statues have turned out to be people.”

“Do you think this is a real person?”

“Naw! Couldn’t be.” The blonde girl touched her hand to my chest. “It’s too perfect.” She started to rub the tips of her fingers around my chest. I tried not to move.

“He’s not moving!” "Maybe he’s a statue after all!”

“Probably. I mean, no real guy would stand here stark naked for us to look at!”

“Not with his little bazooka hanging out!” They all laughed.

“I’m gonna find out,” the brown-haired girl announced. She climbed up on the pedestal and put her face right in front of mine, then pursed her lips to kiss me. As she leaned in, I remembered—hold my face perfectly still. I must have done it, because after a few seconds her lips backed off. Her face looked vaguely disappointed.

She kissed me again, a little harder, hoping for a result, but again I held perfectly still.

As she backed off, she decided to fake it. “There! Did you see him kiss me?”

“No, not really.”

"We saw you kiss him, I mean you kissed it.” Laughter.

The brown-haired girl was standing on the ground again. She was leaning over my crotch, examining it. “I swear this has gotten bigger since before I kissed him!”

She reached out and crooked her forefinger and slid it under my penis. Then she put her thumb over the top of my penis and squeezed gently. “He’s warm,” she observed.

“He might be a little bigger than before.”

I was. Deninitely. All this touching and kissing was getting to me. I could feel myself getting stiffer down there.

The brown-haired girl looked up at the other two. “I can prove he’s real!”

“How?”

“I’m gonna MAKE HIM SQUIRT!”

Amazing! How old are these girls touching him?

I’m assuming these are all college age people in attendance?
I would also assume an erection would ruin the paint job and attract more attention.

Jeepman89 wrote: Sat Sep 12, 2026 5:00 pm Amazing! How old are these girls touching him?

College age. Say 17-21.

NudeBaG wrote: Sat Sep 12, 2026 6:37 pm I’m assuming these are all college age people in attendance?
I would also assume an erection would ruin the paint job and attract more attention.

I guess it depends on the type of paint. Alcohol-based body paints are pretty resistant to moisture. The problem is that they take longer to set. Also, it requires more work to clean them off after the performance. (Hey! You just gave me an idea! Maybe we can have a session afterwards, where the girls clean off the boys, or something. I have to think about this. Thanks!) There are water-based body paints on the market, but they're not for situations involving water, perspiration, etc. I imagin they would not survive a good ejaculation very well.

I don't think a thorough paint job would be a problem, if he was erect when they applied it. And when girls have been brushing a guy's penis with brushes, there'll probably be something close to an erection. Actually that's a good question, and I should probably check it out. Thanks!

“I’m gonna MAKE HIM SQUIRT! I’m gonna RUB HIS PENIS with my FINGERS and MAKE him SQUIRT his MAN-JUICE for me!”

”Well, you can’t do that if this is a statue.”

“That’s just the point,” replied the brown-haired girl, smirking at what she thought was a pun. “Statues can’t ejaculate. So if he does, he’s a real guy. If he doesn’t, he’s a statue.”

She took the tip of my penis between her thumb and forefinger and examined it.

“What are you doing?”

“I just want to make sure they didn’t paint over the little hole,” she said. She squeezed the tip of my penis a couple times, staring at it, studying it. “Nope,” she said, “it’s open.”

She held my penis tightly with her thumb on top and her other fingers underneath. I felt her fingertips tighten on me as she gently squeezed and then started stroking my penis.

I felt the muscles in my penis tighten up.

“Look!" One of the blonde girls pointed at my crotch. “It’s getting bigger!”

It was. I was experiencing a very inconvenient erection. I could feel the muscles start to throb.

One of the blonde girls came to one side of me and and put her hand on my stomach. I felt her other hand grip the back of my butt cheek. The other blonde girl hand one hand on my chest, her little finger just touching my nipple.

“I feel him breathing,” she said.

The brown-haired girl kept stroking my penis, harder and harder. Her other hand gripped the inside of my thigh, to steady me. I could feel her finger just touching the bottom of my testicle.

“Come on, Statue-boy! Squirt for us!” she commanded.

“He’s getting nice and thick!” one of the blonde girls observed.

I was. I could feel my penis getting stiff and full. Several other girls came up to watch.

“Wow!” said one of them.

“He looks like he’s about to burst!”

Suddenly I felt a finger touching the bottom of my testicle, tickling me. It startled me and I let go. The semen came spewing out of my penis like lava from a volcano. It squirted about three feet in front of me, and landed on the ground.

A cheer went up from all the girls. “Yaaay!” “Nice squirt, Mr. Statue!” They laughed at me.

The brown-haired girl raised her hand. “I guess he’s not a statue.” They all laughed again.

One of the blonde girls pulled out a tissue and started wiping off my penis. “He really got flabby!” she chuckled, squeezing my penis playfully.

"Look at him panting!"

I was. I was trying to catch my breath.

“Carla really emptied him out,” chortled another girl. “Now he’s got nothing down there but a limp dick.” More laughter.

“I guess it’ll be awhile until he’s ready to go again,” the brown-haired girl laughed, giving my penis a playful little tweak.