“The Graduating Class”

Nearing the end of a year, each graduating class of the Kinder College for the Advanced Arts takes a vote as to where, and what museum of art they will lite upon and browse in detail.

The class president swayed the vote; pressing for the Chicago Museum of art due to what they had on display was of great interest to him, sexually!

Stan was never a great lover of art, but his coming to this small southern college offered an easy course structure, and kept him near his more artistic, and significant other.

Once he stood inside the dank halls of the museum, Stan was near bored out of his mind until he took note of some special pictures that all graced on hallway. These Greek and Roman pictures portrayed stories of myths and legends, some showing detailed likenesses of Satyrs and their many blandishments with those of human kind.

As the group went one way he decided to wander another. Soon he was alone and standing at the restraining ropes of one interesting exhibit named as, "Greek Passions"

Leaning slightly over the ropes offered a fair view, but with giving a cautious look about and seeing not another soul in the entire hallway, Stan stepped past the security ropes.

The exhibit was obviously not opened to public viewing, but this interested Stan sexually, and from such feelings he would take chances. He walked down the darker hallway as the pictures their quickly enlightened his lusting mind.

Pictures of Fauns and Satyrs lined the walls. Each lighted by a small spotlight while leaving the rest of the hallway was in a spooky blackness granting a greater perception of depth.

As if with and from seeing each new and exciting painting, Stan became more enthused, excited, and personally aroused. Sweating from the stale air and of the temperature of the hallway, he then approached what looked like an old time moving picture viewer. The thing was standing in a dimly lighted circle as covered and surrounded by a tented trellis of grape vines.

One step up and he was inside the tented enclosure. The brass colored metal stand stood with a view port made to hold both head and capture one's total sighted view. He had a nervous wonderment about this thing, as he placed his forehead into the facial fitting, as this actuated the mechanism as what it had to show then began.

Stan chuckled seductively as he watched in vivid black and white action as three well endowed Satyrs spied on a Nymph bathing. The scene was as if he, Stan was possibly a fourth Satyr, peering over the shoulders of his satyr friends. All was quite placid until one by one each of the Satyrs jumped into the water, grabbing and attacking the pretty woodland Nymph.

A brawl ensued, the Nymph having different ideas, these suggesting she was not to be one easily taken, raped or mated by a band of roving Satyrs filled of lusty desires.

As the lusty orgy continued Stan felt a discomforting shiver, as if in the dank and dark hallway a cool and or plain chilly breeze blew. The sensation only added to the sexual view, it seemed to add to the total scope of this adventure, as if he was a real part in the unfolding story being presented before his own eyes.

While two of the Satyrs held the intended Nymph in place, a third Satyr stood with his massive and beastly sized cock at full erect state. He moved closer as the Nymph screamed and began cursing them for what they were doing.

Stan cringed with wild sexual pangs as he watched the Satyr press the flared end of his goatish cock at and then past the slightly quivering lips of the Nymph’s sex. As it sunk inside her body she stopped the wailing cries of one angered and disgusted; changing instead to speaking of passion and lust, as she changed her demeanor and joined the orgy, becoming quite willing.

Stan jumped from one foot to the other as the raw sexual movie acted and verbally continued, until suddenly the three of the Satyrs stopped their sexual play, this making the Nymph look up, as all seemed to turn and gaze back at Stan.

They all pointed a finger toward the one standing there at the viewing port, as with a ringing in his ears, Stan heard the Nymph chant an angry sounding curse, spoken in English, even as he could see her lips move mouthing the words on another language, maybe even in Greek.

All four in the scene cupped a free hand and tossed water from the pond up, and toward Stan as a sign of their indignation and disgust of him watching.

Jumping back from the viewer as water sprayed his face, Stan stood in wild wonderment at what just had happened. A look up and then around saw he was not surrounded by grape vines. He was instead hunched down and before him stood a hedge of scrubby looking sapling trees.

Blinking his eyes in sudden surprise he saw then the three Satyrs and their lusty Nymph, all four stood before him as the scene blazed in full living color!

"Cursed be you for watching our fun," as so yelled the Nymph.

As if from hearing her words he felt his muscular self stiffen, becoming unmovable, with the only exception being his eyes.

Then Stan heard the voice of Professor Simmons as he was speaking as to the artistic minded class, “Now see here, this is our most recent piece of art which comes to the museum by a collector of things rare and often highly suggestive of the Greek style of art. To be sure this one is of the mature realm of art, but must be viewed from the artistic value moreover than the subject it so sexually portrays.

See here a painting in gray tones with some black and zinc white texture adding to the depth, it almost seems alive, and so real one would think to reach into it and touch the creature.

The Painting is titled as, "Standing He Peeps" As you can see this is a male Satyr, and is peeping at something he finds quite of interest just beyond the line of trees.

"Now without touching the picture you may come closer and look but please don't touch," said the Professor.

One by one each student came up close for a detailed glimpse of painting and the technique which made it so exceptional.

One of the students started to chuckle softly and was promptly and verbally reprimanded by Professor Simmons.

She then tried to explain her humor, saying aloud, "Mister Simmons, the Satyr in the painting looks facially like Stan Brooks!"

"So it does, how strange, what do you think of it Stan, Stan, where the devil is Stanley anyway?" asked the Professor.

A twitching and peering eye of one Stanley Brooks looked back at his friends and teacher from his new world of living and cursed art. He wanted to cry out but the sexual goings on before him kept him steady and half erect as he crouched there watching all, from within his smaller world hung then upon that stone wall.

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The group moved on as Bryon, that significant other to which Stan felt so close, circled back and stood looking at the picture. "Can't be, it looks just like Stan," mumbled Bryon to himself. As he looked ever so close he caught sight of what might be a slight movement of the left eye of this crouching and sensual Satyr.

"Stan!" said Byron as he reached his hand up to touch the painting.

Mister Simmons was giving the students a break for lunch but with checking his list saw that both Stanley Brooks and Byron Lester were not with the group. Quickly he turned around and went back down the last hallway the students had just come from their morning of viewing.

Looking this way and that, his eyes caught sight of the black and white painting nearest the end of that short hallway. Oddly the lights there had turned off leaving only the faint light which illuminated the painting.

Looking and checking all the side halls that began from this one hall in the maze of what makes up the museum, he neared to that highly suggestive and sexual portrayal of a Satyr peering at something highly of interest.

Seeing not a sign of his two lusty minded students the Professor was turning to leave the darkened hallway when he caught a passing view of that suggestive painting.

"What the Hell!" Exclaimed the Professor as his quick look at the painting made him
do a double take.

As if added to the painting was another Satyr, he too was peering at the far scene, but stood hunched over back of the original Satyr. Hunched and hung over the back of the other Satyr, the Professor took note of how the second Satyr had his full length of penis inserted up the rear of his fellow Satyr.

The second Satyr stood with some seemingly apparent ease, enjoying both the view and some satyr sex.

This strange and seemingly resent addition of new detail to the painting caused the Professor to feel strangely disturbed inside.

Looking up at the sexual painting he thought the left eyes of the two satyrs seemed to move, almost as if from their lofty perch they were eyeing a look in his direction.
A quick cleaning of his bifocals proved to cause the dear Professor even more discomfort. He took a closer look at how the painting had seemingly changed, wondering if this was the rear side of the original and they simply turned or on occasion would pivot.

Then with his careful eye for detail he took note how the original satyr did appear to resemble the face of Stan Brooks, but he took a step back seeing how the second satyr had the face of Byron Lester.

Shaken by what he saw before him his courage failed totally when with eyeing both faces he definitely saw the left eyes move, turning to peer in his direction and downward as if wishing to point to their sexual and goatish bodies.

A couple more steps backwards, then the Professor took note of the painting name plate glimmering in the reflected light off the painting.

“Stan Feels Byron as They Peep”

Reading the captioned name, it had changed as with the painting. Seemingly his two students were lost, but there in that painting they stood. Permanently together in more ways than one, one cursed and the other wishing he could have joined his friend; the idea of all this sent the Professor scurrying to leave the museum and never wanting to return.

So if you ever visit Chicago, check out the Museum of Art, Greek paintings, Satyr section, and maybe you will get a deeper appreciation of art as did Stan and Byron!



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:D Holy manolly, what a story. Liked the painting too. Hell of a why to end up. :devil2:

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“Within the Realm of Possibility”

Days turn into weeks and months became as years with Stan and Byron remaining as intricate parts of one undignified piece of magical artwork.
Both are alive, living, thinking, and feeling of raw bestial sensations that spur them onward to want and long for more.

Years passed as neither youth could age in appearance, both remaining as if virile males, if but somewhat satiric of form and woe some in their manner of play.

The painting becomes something of an argument between those in authority at the museum and great collectors such as Masseur Francis De Boyle, of whom purchased the work of art and took the fellow friends into his own gallery.

When he sat there, and had more time to admire just how nicely the two satyrs looked be well hung on his wall, he thought to take notice of varied changes in the peace of art. Seemingly the direction to which eyes looked and tails stood as if swaying, added a strange sense of sensation to the scene.

De Boyle sat one night before the painting, intently taking mental notes of how each of the two satyrs stood hunched, and as one seemed to have his prong rammed into the rump of the other. Now this was the epedemy of sexual debauchery put to canvas, a lifestyle the artist and author did not agree was the prim and proper etiquette for living a life, yet art is still art, and comes in many forms.

Then he saw what appeared as if the satyr underneath his friend began to become erect in his maleness, the shaft protruding, and to his amazement, the satyr penis had a circumcised head.

“No damn way,” De Boyle exclaimed aloud if only there and to himself he was alone in his darkened gallery of strange and usually extra-sensual works of art.

He peered ever closer, standing up, and walking to his piece of art, taking a closer look at what seemed an advancing erection.

Humor overtook De Boyle, he felt an odd sensation as if drawn to the painting and in a moment of weak-minded sensual expression, he pressed his lips to what the picture set forth as if the expanding erection of one young male satyr with a very Christian sorted style of dic.

As he kissed the dic-head with his own human lips, he felt as if an electric shock jolting him when flesh touched the dank strokes of a lifeless canvas.

Strange too, was the taste sensation of something salty and a scent of male goat musk tainted and twisted his own human nose.

Jerking himself away from his work of art, De Boyle stood eying the painting and licking his lips of the varied flavors that seemingly were abound about his lips, tongue, and mouth.

“By all that is unholy I command you two to come out of there and address me!”

De Boyle stood stunned that he spoke those words, his mind felt so inspired and he said them, but as to why he spoke, he felt foolish but again drawn to the painting.

First Stan turned his head, blinked and with his companion the two while still sensually attached together, did step out of the painting and stood as if life forms before the owner.

Stan took the hand of one very stunned and surprised man and shook it heartily, verbally thanking him for his and their mutual deliverance from an entrapment of many years as part of one weird painting.

Byron popped his shaft out of Stan like a wine cork leaving the neck of its bottle.

Hairy hands patted the shoulders of one star struck man, De Boyle standing there in a near state of shock.

Slipping to sit in his easy chair, De Boyle asked his two new friends to take a seat and converse with him.

Byron sat quite close to Stan as they told of their entrapment while visiting the Chicago Museum of Art. It was Byron that kept a watchful eye looking back at the painting, as if wanting to peer into it and see, gawk, and look at something the had kept them interested and aroused for years.

The thought and question finally arouse to the notation of De Boyle seeing how Byron longed to look back into the painting.

Therefore, De Boyle asked the primary question asked by so many through all the years the painting hung in the museum, what were those two horny satyrs starring with such delight and arousal?

Byron burst forth stating the answer, as if the real reason for their captivity came from a scene of Circe standing with many beasts wandering about. It was with seeing a half-changed man becoming soon a male swine and boar. He standing on cloven trotters and hind like legs of a boar, with his changing face working with an elongated piggy tongue to tickle and clean away the lingering remnants that clung to female lips of sensual and sexual perversity.

Those that milled about and around Circe and her swinish suitor had transformed, having become as swine, some as boars, but most that were once men became then as large sows.

As those damned men stood feeling their new gender and species, the lucky few that kept their male gender found their nostrils captivated by the excited horny sows. This bade those that stayed then male swine to rise over and mount their fellow sailors, screwing them cross-eyed!

Stan chimed in, laughing about how off in a corner of the scene stood a man mostly transformed into being then as a shaggy pony stallion. He stood with his long pony penis trying without making contact to breed a larger mare, her vulva a bit too high for the elusive stud to reach and bury his shaft.

This offered something to De Boyle that he too should peer into the painted scene and see the debauchery that went one just out of sight of common viewers that eyed a strange work of art.

De Boyle peered into the painting, with Byron standing to his right and Stan holding a hairy hand on the left shoulder of one eager and enticed man.

Peering closer into the painting, it seemed to De Boyle as if he could merge his head and face easily into the artwork and as the two satyr men said, there stood Circe and her swine. He strained to see further, denoted then the hairy rump of then the shaggy pony still hard and at work trying to mate with a tall-legged mare.

De Boyle laughed seeing the reality beyond the normal scope of what he had seen in the painting before.

His laughter turned the attention of Circe, she seeing someone watching her and the vile blandishments she felt so endearing, her anger flared at the intrusion.

“Love you to see what only animal eyes are accustom, then look now through eyes beholding one with wanting to sniff, lick, and mount the rump of another like your kind,” cursed Circe toward De Boyle, this making him jerk back into what is our reality.

Stan and Byron have since that fated night found their lives changed for the better. As caretakers, they work diligently at the De Boyle estate, keeping everything that was neat and nice in perfection until De Boyle could figure out a way of returning to his previous manner of living his life. His present state of affair tends to keep his mind thinking more of what to him is sensual.

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A forlorn hope floats in the mind of a bull, as De Boyle found life as a bovine to be vile and raw. He frowned on those that toyed with animals, but given he became then an animal, all lack of moral duties ceased. He longs to be as a man once more, and enjoy the clean feeling of his morning hot shower. He swishes to brush his teeth again, moving the vaginal slime that prevails his mouth after every new conquest. :devil2:

well writen kept me intrested i like 10 :D

Three years almost to the day and one such Masseur Francis De Boyle stands yet as the master of his small realm and a piece of this bigger world.

A wandering soul wishing his greatest desire, that being to live outside the moral confines of human social society, and he had his wish come true.

Thoughts and memories come and fade, some just a flicker, but when he lies beneath a shade tree and chews his cud, the thoughts flood his mind and he remembers.

Vivid memories of someone he knew as his mother, but thinking about her his vision of her clouds, and all he savors then is the memory of how he did suck her tears, drinking a udder dry.

As of his father, that who sired him into being alive he knew nothing, as his dear mother did speak of the relationship as being like unto a bull and cow passing in the night.

Francis had worn a callous on the end of his bullish cock. having first found the delights of mating mature cows, their leather-like vagina worked on his shaft, milking him with grabbing muscles, pulsation motions, and near to sucking his massive big balls dry as cork.

Discovered by a good friend, a picture of Francis and his most recent conquest now shows up in the strangest of places.

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