“Symbolic of Satan”
Taking a short swig of his pocket flask, the same one his dead father carried for so many years, and used it to help him keep alert; or so he thought until he drove his car into a freight train.
Finishing his sip, Danny looked back at the larger than life satyr form, he blinked his eyes, trying desperately to focus them through the alcohol seeping into his bloodstream.
Ogling carefully at the facial part of the white stone figure, he felt a sense of friendly admonition, as what happened to so many that dreary night had become a friend to being this embarrassing thing of sexual fodder. “Hey, but you look a lot like my friend Nick.... !”
Danny stood there looking the satyr creature at its face, his eyes panning down, saw a chest made of muscles, all highly toned, as if for the creature’s entire life it needed to run and live an athletic existence.
“Athletic…, Hick-up, yes quite…, burp…, oh but if I were like you, I would dare not stand around and try to mimic looking like Satan! No, no…, oh in all that is holy unto men, but my oh my, you are so well given to having such a long…, lengthy, stout it is, and…? Dripping, the marble cock head dribbles murky juices of…, of who, of what!” Danny muttered, he bending slightly at the waist, did ogle close and eye at the cock end of this a mighty male satyr statue, he seeing the drips of sensual cum oozing out, then dripping to the floor.
Seeing required in the inebriated mind of this youth a reason to touch it, and feeling the sleek feeling of it, he began to stroke it as if it were his own.
Then the dribbling ceased, and Danny so took note, he looked at it from quite close up.
As he eyed at the unholy and uncircumcised head of this masterfully large cock, it popped out the opened end a sudden pearl. A yellowish glob of substance, it puckered past the stone lips of the small hole, and held at bay of dropping to the floor, it helped to build up back-pressure, happening then to give a spit, spitting its pearl of infectious semen at the face of one taking a closer look to what he wished he had as well!
Certainly symbolic of what Satan would cause or if there too, do himself, the pearl of infection leaped the distance; it coming to splatter and stick, resting on the lower lip of that stunned face belonging to the friendly Danny.