Page 2 of Soft Bronze

For the thousandth time since he’d been encased in bronze, he wished he could change his fortunes and chase the quiet security guard.

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Camden trudged through the rest of his shift, but he couldn’t get the statue out of his mind. Only someone with issues would be infatuated with a statue. He snorted. Was he in love with the bronze? A little. God. He needed a date. He needed sex. Maybe if he had someone to care about him, then the Greek god wouldn’t have affected him so much.

He ducked into the bathroom. Before he left, he needed to rub one off. Christ. His dick had been damn near bursting through his pants all night. He locked the stall and unzipped. Taking the pressure off his cock helped slightly, but the cooler air of the bathroom did little to quell his desire. He popped the buttons on his shirt, then shoved the hem of his undershirt over his head. He wanted to be naked with the bronze god.

Was he losing his shit? Getting caught up in this thing? He sat on the toilet and spread his legs. He could almost feel the hard cock in his ass. His entire body warmed. Holy shit. He wasn’t with the god or even another guy, but he could’ve sworn he felt that cock filling him to the hilt.

He wrapped his fingers around his prick and stroked. The orgasm had already begun to build, sending tingles through his limbs and along his spine. He’d never been one to take long to come anyway, but thinking of the statue pushed him closer to the edge. His knees shook and he gritted his teeth. Just a little more. He stroked harder and pressed his lips together to keep from groaning.

A vision of the god formed in his mind. A flesh-and-blood Zelus stood before him. The god smiled at him and slowly closed his eyes. A bead of sweat slipped down Zelus’s temple and the hairs on his forehead stuck to his skin. The muscles in his body became more defined with every thrust.

“Yes,” Camden murmured through clenched teeth. A shiver racked his body. He pulled hard on his cock, sending jizz all over his chest. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t catch his breath. He tipped his head back and groaned.

Whacking off in the bathroom wasn’t his usual style, but he did feel better. He sighed. At least now he’d be able to get through the rest of his shift without embarrassment, plus he had a sweet memory for the spank bank. He snorted. A memory of an occurrence cooked up in his mind. Oh, well.

After cleaning himself off and righting his uniform, he met up with his co-worker, Gus, in the stockroom. “When do we wrap up the statue?” He needed a few more minutes with the bronze face he’d fallen for.

The pudgy man lumbered up to Camden and balled his meaty hands. “We don’t. Andy and his partner put him in the box. They said something about us not being able to handle it. Like they’re the bosses or something.” He snorted and rolled his eyes. “Want to say goodbye? The truck isn’t coming for another fifteen minutes. Not enough time to get it on with the man of metal, but you could rub one off—oh, wait, you did. You get wood from shit like this.”

“You’re a douche.” He hated Gus. The guy had an attitude and arrogance enough for five men. He might not have disliked Gus so much if the man hadn’t taken pleasure in insulting Cam. He never could say something nice or even normal without adding an insult. He wondered sometimes why Andy and KG had hired him. Maybe he was good with a gun. Who knew? He had the interpersonal skills of a rock.

“You’re fucked up. It’s a statue, not a real girl. You need to fuck a girl.” Gus made a gagging noise.

Oh, Christ. How many times had Gus insisted he switch sides and go straight? Camden had lost count and he always used the hell card. “I’m gay, Gus. It happens. If I go to hell, then I’ll have earned my spot fair and square.”

“It’s an excuse for your perversion. Fucking guys will get you a one-way ticket to hell.” He sneered when he glanced in the direction of the hallway. “The bosses are coming. If I wasn’t paid so well, I’d quit. I can’t stand them.”

“You’d better shut up before they hear you or you’ll get fired.” He wished Andy and KG would. Gus didn’t help unless they were around and threatened to cut his job.

Gus clicked his tongue, then rubbed one hand across his face. A bead of sweat slid down his temple. “It’s fucking hot in here. Whatever your fascination is with the metal dude, get it over with and don’t leave a mess.”

“I won’t.” He’d fallen in lust with the statue. Crazy, since the statue wasn’t a real person, but maybe it was his secret fetish—one he hadn’t realized he had until now.

“Guess the bosses are busy. Darn.” Gus said. “What is it with you and that thing?”

“I feel a kinship with the statue because of my paper. The god was pretty fascinating. Because of him, we have jealousy.” Truth be told, there wasn’t that much information on Zelus in the records. He was so minor that very few writings mentioned him, except the stories about jealousy, but Camden didn’t understand why. Zelus was probably an interesting character.

“Whatever you say, perv. He’s in the box. I’ll give you five minutes, then we’re nailing his box shut.” Gus snorted and strolled out of the room. His footsteps echoed in the massive space.

Camden smiled and bit back his frustration. What an ass. Gus loved to insult people, especially those he didn’t understand. Camden wished his bosses would replace Gus already. He stood beside the open crate. The packing straw spilled out and exposed the statue’s face.

“What a shame. They should pack you in something better than straw. You should have the best. Respect.” He touched Zelus’s cheek. The bronze had taken on a dark patina over the years and hid the metal’s natural beauty. He knew better than to expect the statue to come to life, but it didn’t stop him from wishing. Fairy tales and magic only happened in books. Life wasn’t a book.

Still, he wondered what the god might have looked like if he were a real man. Dark hair with a bit of curl and body … sparkling eyes—blue maybe … or would they be brown? He figured the real man would have a brilliant smile guaranteed to make everyone melt to his will. He longed to run his fingers through the statue’s expertly sculpted hair and over every muscle of the man’s body until he came to Zelus’s cock. He sucked in a long breath. The man was packing. Most ancient statues weren’t so endowed. Either the artist really liked Zelus, or he’d fashioned the dick after someone he knew. Each ridge and vein were expertly defined. The cock looked so realistic. Kudos to the artist for his work.

Camden chuckled. He had to be out of his mind, fantasizing about a statue. Maybe old Gus was right—not that he’d say anything. He was screwed up. Actually, it didn’t matter if he was a little different or had a special fetish. He didn’t care. He liked the statue and he wasn’t ready to let it go.

“I’ll visit you.” He touched his lips, then the lips of the statue. A wild idea popped into his head. The next time he’d see the statue, would it be on display surrounded by palm trees, or even worse, dressed in crappy touristy clothes? Hopefully Andy and KG hadn’t sold the statue to someone who wanted to decorate their pool.

He glanced around the space and didn’t see anyone. If he kissed the bronze, no one would know or probably care. He leaned into the crate and pressed his mouth to the mouth of the statue. His entire body warmed. The erection from before came back stronger. He moaned, then broke the kiss. A lip-lock with the statue turned him on. The metal didn’t taste like metal … more like the salty sweat of a hard-working man. Even the texture wasn’t right. The lips felt softer, like an actual person and seemed to be kissing him back. Christ, he needed to get out more and stop allowing his imagination to get away from him.

“I wish you were real.” Camden smiled, then left the statue. He knew better than to expect his dreams to come true, but his soul yearned for a man like the one portrayed in the bronze. He’d fallen in love with the statue.

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