Derek seemed to enjoy his job a bit too much, as he buffed Chad's stone member. Chad had heard about statues of saints being rubbed smooth after centuries just by people touching them. To Chad it felt like Derek was simulating a thousand hands a second.
Derek grinned. Chad's solid stone member moved, and expanded ever so slightly. He applied more cream, and redoubled his polishing efforts. There was an audible creak, as Chad's cock suddenly stuck out at a 20 degree angle from his thighs.
Derek was dripping in sweat, and nearly an hour had elapsed. Chad's penis was now at 45 degree angle with his marble chiseled abs, and had grown 4 inches in length.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Derek looked up from Chad's boner to his unchanged expression.
"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" Derek asked standing.
The silent statue could see that Derek's shorts were tented with his own boner. That tent also sported a darker wet spot. Derek looked from his precum stained boner to Chad's. Then he looked at the wall clock.
"The players won't be coming in for 20 minutes at least. I didn't think you could get hard. I wonder if you can still cum?"