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MY TEN MODELS by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007 written on November 14, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by John
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"MY TEN MODELS" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
CHAPTER 10 - Jules and Jacques of Paris
At Charles De Gaulle airport, after fetching my suitcase, I went out of the gate asking myself how I could recognise Jules. Auguste had told me not to worry, because his friend would manage to find me. I thought he could possibly have me called by the loudspeaker.
Somebody touched my shoulder, "Mister Shaun O'Malley, I presume..." a voice with an almost perfect English accent said.
"Yes, in person..." I said, turning.
"How do you do. I am Jules d'Avrieux." A boy said, offering me his hand.
I put down my suitcase and shook his hand.
He was a tall and athletic boy, twenty-one years old as I already knew, dressed with a refined casual elegance, almost like of a fashion magazine, smooth dark blond hair falling in a big forelock, apparently not combed, green-ultramarine eyes with a slightly mocking smile, pale lips, straight but full.
"Welcome to Paris." He said.
"How could you recognise me?"
"Oh well, Auguste called me after your departure describing your appearance, your clothes down to the smallest details. It has been easy. No, leave it there, my driver will carry your suitcase to the car..." he said when he saw I was about to pick my suitcase up again.
He made a sign and a driver in livery at once came, took away my suitcase.
"All your heavy luggage is already in Paris. Before going, may I offer you something at the bar?"
His behaviour was terribly different from that of Auguste. In fact Auguste was a simple, spontaneous boy, in spite of his conspicuous wealth. Jules on the contrary was refined, studied in each of his expressions and it was enough looking at him to understand he was used to luxury and wealth. However, he was an interesting person, and his behaviour, even though so controlled, was not bothering me at all. His way of observing was peculiar - he was eternally amused, and yet one could feel he was unceasingly scanning inside you.
"Auguste told me about you. Therefore I took the liberty of finding a pied-à-terre in Montmartre for you, where I have already brought all of your luggage and canvasses. And when you start painting, I can find for you all the 'Latin' models you can desire. Auguste told me he sat for you too so if you want me, I can sit for you as well, even though I have possibly a less Latin appearance than other boys..."
"I would be flattered. But because of me you are incurring too much inconvenience... without even knowing me."
"Oh, well, Auguste asked me to give you a hand. And Auguste and I are... dear sisters."
"Have you known each other for a long time?"
"No, just one year, but very, very intimately. Just think that when I first met him, last year in Hyères, I thought he was a hustler! Thus I asked him how much he asked to spend all the night with me. And he asked me how much I was ready to pay. Beware, I'm expensive! he told me... I really wanted him, therefore I shot a really big sum. And he said - well it's not so much, but you're pretty, so I'm game. After I made love with him and paid him, I discovered who he really was and felt so very bad... But he burst into laughter and offered me his friendship. We fit very well together. He is so virile, when he wants to be! We meet about once a month - either I to go to see him or he comes here. Oh, we are at your place already..."
He told the driver to bring my suitcase upstairs. He had rented for me a wide attic with big sloping windows on the eaves - the dream of any painter. Jules noticed the way I was looking at his driver.
"If you like, Jacques can sit for you too. And you can also have him in your bed, he is all fire..." he said with a somewhat malicious expression.
My packaged canvasses were already in the attic. It consisted of a long L shaped room and at the end opposite the entrance a wide king size bed was prominent. The part constituting the shorter part of the L was a kitchenette and a bathroom. It really was perfect.
"Thank you, it is wide and really beautiful... but how much is the rent?"
"Don't worry, I'll take care of the rent."
"You don't have to take the trouble of..." I said, slightly embarrassed.
"Oh no, it is a pleasure... or at least... I hope so." He added, looking again at me with his easygoing and sly smile, his pale lips barely folded in a smile. Then said, "You really are sexy, just as Auguste told me. He also said that making love with you is a keen experience... that I would relish. But you mustn't feel compelled, that has to be quite clear."
"No, on the contrary." I murmured somewhat bewildered by his direct way of stating things, "You're really attractive."
"Are you planning to stay in Paris for a long time?"
"More or less for one month, if it's alright for you."
"Very good. An when do you want to start painting?"
"As soon as I've unpacked everything I need. Perhaps even tomorrow, I think."
"If you like, I can tell Jacques to come back, as you like him... So he can help you to unpack."
"Thank you..."
"Thank you yes, or thank you no?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you."
"Good, then I'll tell him to come back here. Today I am a little busy. I will come again tomorrow, more or less at this time. Is it good for you?"
"Perfect."
"And I will have with me some models. How many do you need?"
"One at a time, usually. But possibly... I would like to chose them..."
"Of course, that's natural. I will bring several boys here, so that you can make your choice. And if none of them is good, I will look for others. All Latin types, of course." He said, winking at me.
At that moment his mobile rang. He slipped it out from his belt and opened it. It was Auguste who wanted to know how our meeting had gone.
"... he really is sexy, as you told me... Yes, well you do know that I am a bit of a whore, don't you? Of course I told him. Well, we'll see... Tomorrow, possibly... Of course... I think he is now somewhat tired from travelling. Jacques will help him to settle. That also... of course, you know that Jacques is always very obliging, don't you? I know very well that you had him in your bed too, bitch! Yes, of course Jacques told me... Yes, sure. Of course. I'm longing for... Yes, hold the line." Jules said and gave me his mobile.
Auguste asked me if I liked the accommodation, then asked me, "So, then, do you like my friend Jules?"
"Yes, very much."
"He is dying of desire to be in bed with you. Do you think you will you like him?"
"Yes, I really think so." I answered looking at Jules.
"Good, you must amuse yourselves, then. Oh, I was forgetting - show him your paintings. He will surely buy some of them. And don't give him any discount, he is swimming in money as well, do you understand?"
"Yes, alright..."
"Let me talk with Jules again now. Bye-bye and good luck."
They talked a little more, then Jules renewed our date for the following day, said goodbye and left.
I had just started to unpack, when the driver was back.
"Monsieur Jules told me to be at your complete disposal, both for unpacking and for... keeping you company, later." He said with a frank smile.
"You are very kind, Jacques, but it would be enough you help me to unpack..."
"Am I not your type, monsieur?"
"Oh no, on the contrary... you are really handsome and attractive. How old are you?"
"Twenty-four, monsieur."
"Yes, as I guessed. You really are handsome."
"You are too, monsieur; I like you. I would really be pleased to be able to keep you company..."
"Let's unpack, now." I said, getting on with it.
As my canvasses were coming out and I put them on the floor against the walls, Jacques admired them.
"With such a gallery of male nudes... oh, monsieur, you would make even a monk break his vow of chastity! They are so beautiful... gods, demigods... heroes..."
"Oh, Jacques, you've just given me the right idea about what to call the exhibition I'll hold in London - Gods, demigods, heroes and mortals. A fitting title, isn't it?"
"Yes, monsieur. They are one more beautiful than the other. You have been able to catch the essence of male beauty. Your landscapes are beautiful too, but your nudes! One feels the desire to kiss all of them, to make love with all of them... they all are really arousing."
We finished unpacking all the paintings. I mounted the easel, took out the colours, the sketching pads.
"Do you feel like sitting for me, now? I would like to draw some sketches, just to start..."
"Willingly, monsieur. I hope it doesn't bother you that I have an erection..."
"No, not at all."
"All those visions, you understand..." he said starting to undress.
"Lie down on that divan-bed, on your side, the chest a little raised on your elbow..." I instructed him, admiring his beautiful nudity.
He laid down in a languid, sensual pose, looking at me with inviting eyes. I drew a couple of sketches, but then set down the pad and drew near him. He understood and started to undress me, in a silence charged with desire.
When I too was naked, he said, "Here it's too narrow. Let's go there, on your bed. We'll be more comfortable, monsieur."
I followed him, aroused. He gave me an hour of intense pleasure.
When we finally laid down, satisfied, I asked him, "Are you Jules' lover?"
"Oh, no, monsieur, I'm just his driver. But at times he makes love with me."
"How did you meet?"
"He found me on the street, three years ago. I was hustling. He liked me, so he offered me this job. Monsieur Jules is really very generous. When I told him I was hustling because I couldn't find a regular job, he offered to let me work for him."
"And.. in exchange you have to make love with his friends?"
"Oh no, monsieur. With you, for instance, he asked me if I like you. If I had said no, he would never have sent me here with you. Even when he feels like making love with me, he always asks me if I want to. He never forces me, he is always extremely correct. He pays me just as his driver, not for the other things that remain my own choice. No, really, I have been truly lucky to have met monsieur Jules."
We went again to do some more sketches. Then he said goodbye and left. I dressed again and went downstairs to have supper in a characteristic bistrot. The atmosphere in Mantmartre was really quite peculiar... I went back home late at night and slept very well, feeling light, happy and lucky.
The next day Jules came with a handful of boys. He made them all undress and asked me to make my choice.
While I was studying them, he told me in English, "They all are hustlers, thus if you want, besides painting them, you can also have them in your bed without problems. And they all are innocuous boys, you have nothing to fear, I know them all very well."
While I was going on looking at the boys, Jules caressed one, kissed another, fingered a third one with extreme familiarity. The boys were smiling him and returning his touches and his kisses. I chose the boys, wrote down the names of those I was interested in and made some appointments with them for the following days, writing a schedule.
When I told the boys they could dress and dismissed them, Jules said me, "Good, I'm glad you found what you were looking for. But I've seen that you have let some empty places on your schedule... Do you want me to look for more boys?"
"No," I answered, smiling slyly, "These empty hours are left free to paint you and Jacques, if you can come and sit for me..."
He beamed a beautiful smile, "Sure. And as you have nobody in your schedule right now..." he said and started to undress.
He had a slender but incredibly sensual body. He took a pose like a Saint Sebastian, his trunk bent over to the right, the left hip higher, his left leg straight and the right slightly flexed so that his body was making a languid S. His member was half erect and was jutting out from a thick trapezium of hair of the colour of ripe wheat.
"Is this good, this pose?" he asked looking at me with his usual teasing expression.
"Sure. Stay still, while I'm doing a couple of sketches."
"But it isn't fair..."
"What?"
"You too should undress, so that I too can enjoy the vision of your nudity..."
"Usually it is only the model who undresses. Never the painter."
"Well, usually. Why can't we start a new fashion?" he said provocatively.
"You want me naked?"
"Of course."
"Alright. Let's try..." I replied gaily and quickly undressed.
I then resumed drawing him. So, between us started a game of glances that soon filled the air of a tangible erotic charge. Very soon we both were fully aroused.
"I'm feeling a deep desire to take you, Jules..." I confessed at a point, my voice hoarse with desire.
"I hoped to hear those words... And I have a great desire to be taken by you. I want to feel your beautiful cock everywhere... on my chest, in my mouth, on my back, up my ass... Jacques told me you're great in bed... I'm longing to verify it..."
"You're incredibly sensual, Jules..."
"And you are arousing. How long are you going to make me yearn for your beautiful hard cock? You make my mouth water... and my ass is all a-throb. Auguste told me, as well as Jacques, that when you fuck you have real endurance, just as I like it!"
I was going on drawing, but that exchange of words was keeping us both in a state of excitement and desire. And finally he was the first to yield. He came near me, crouched between my legs and started to suck me greedily. I set down my drawing pad on the easel, made Jules stand up and guided him to my bed. He at once went on it on all fours, his ass well stretched out towards me.
"Take me, Shaun! Fuck my ass, make me feel all your nice big cock all inside. Make me feel a real whore!"
I climbed on the bed, behind him, "I need to use some cream..." I said while putting on a condom.
"No, no need of it..." he moaned with a tone of urgency in his voice.
I then took him and started to bang him with gusto. Jules was tossing before me, making his sphincter spasm, thus increasing his own and my pleasure.
"Gosh, this is a real fuck!" he moaned contentedly.
Continuing to hammer inside him, I lightly pinched his nipples.
"Oh, yes, Shaun... break me down!" he panted.
He wanted me to go on for a long time and I tried to please him. But after a while, feeling next to the explosion, I slipped out of him.
"No... why?" Jules complained, "Are you already tired?"
"Not at all, I just want to change our position." I answered with a reassuring smile. I laid down on my back and pointing at my hard and straight member, told him, "Come on, sit on it. I want to fuck you from down up."
His eyes shone. He came astride my pelvis and crouched down. I pushed upwards and he guided it inside his hole. Then he sank down until his buttocks pressed heavily onto my groin; he tossed for a while, moaning with a low voice, seized with pleasure.
"Wow, how good!" he exclaimed, radiant, and started to spring up and down, using leverage from his legs and from his arms which he had stretched out behind him.
When he was letting himself go down, I vigorously pushed upwards.
"Yes, like that! Fill me completely!" he spurred me on. "Make it come out of my mouth!"
That image made me smile and I pushed with more energy. I don't know which of us was going the wilder. After a while we both were sweating and shuddering. I again felt I was approaching my orgasm so I stopped.
"Now I want to take you again from behind. Down on your knees." I told Jules.
Those changes of position allowed me to cool down a little and so made that fuck last longer. I knelt between his legs, at his back, and embraced his chest from behind. I again penetrated him with a single sharp stroke then started once more to move inside him with strong thrusts of my loins. Jules was happily moaning and pushing his small, taut ass out, to meet my lunges. We went on like that, changing our position once in a while, until I was unable to control myself any more and I unloaded inside him. He was masturbating furiously, so he came before I finished filling him with my seed.
We collapsed together on the bed. Jules embraced me tightly and emitted a long, tremulous sigh.
"What a splendid fuck, Shaun! You are a real expert. Heaven knows how many years of experience you have!"
"Years? Less than one..."
"You're joking! But then you have real talent, yours is a true gift of nature! Less than one... it's incredible."
"And you? How much experience do you have?"
"I? More or less eight years. I was just thirteen when I sucked my first cock."
"Oh, that's how you started?"
"Yes, giving a nice blow job to an unknown man on the Seine embankment. I'd heard from my schoolmates that a certain point was where the fags went to have encounters, and I was already aware I was one of them. So I went there and saw a man on his thirties. When he saw me, he pulled it out and started to beat it. I drew near him, to touch it. He then forced me down onto my knees and fucked my mouth. I liked it but afterwards, feeling confused and ashamed, I ran away. For a long while I felt the good, and rather sour taste of his come in my mouth.
"Less than ten days later I recognized that man at a party my father threw in the garden of our villa! He didn't recognize me. I inquired about him and came to know he was the son of my father's lawyer, and he was a lawyer too. With a stratagem I got him to come inside the villa, then took him upstairs to my room. And once there I told him I wanted to suck his cock. He put on a scandalized expression, but I reminded him of that time along the Seine... and told him that he either pulled it out and let me suck it, or else I would report him to my father... He yielded alright.
"Afterwards he introduced me to some of his gay friends and on the occasion of a little orgy I finally lost my cherry, thanks to one of his friends, a medical student whom I later met several times. When I was fifteen I already had on my carnet some twenty telephone numbers and I started to become more selective... but I always enjoyed whoring around.
"When I was sixteen, my father caught me in the greenhouse while our gardener was fucking me. He wanted to fire him and send me to a college... I then told him that he either let me have my own life and didn't fire the gardener, or else I would be reporting plenty of his friends and colleagues, dragging them through the mud. Well, I was bluffing a little, but anyway in the end my father surrendered - as a good middle class man, he was horrified by scandals. He resigned himself to having a gay son, mainly because he discovered that his younger brother was amongst my lovers! I don't know which was the bigger shock, having a gay son or a gay brother... the little brother who was the apple of his eye...
"When I came of age, I decided to go and live by myself. He made one only condition - I had to study economics and administration so that once I graduated I would go to work with him. As I was his only male child, he said, I owed him that at least. I accepted. Now he is saying also that he would like having a grandson from me, for the sake of the family name. I asked him to give me some time to consider his request. I really don't have any desire to start a family, but I'm thinking about a possible solution. I'm thinking of finding a girl who agrees to marry me, carry my son, then to divorce leaving me the son... That way she earns good alimony, an income for life. I make my father happy and live my own life. The son can be brought up by my parents, who don't ask for better... I have just to find the right girl."
"But will you make her pregnant?"
"I could do so, or possibly with artificial insemination. My friend's doctor says it's possible, and easy to do. I'm just looking around for the right girl, one accepting my conditions."
"Do you think your father would accept such an arrangement?"
"He? Oh yes. As long as he gets an heir. Middle-class people, you see, have weird morals - apparently very rigid and inflexible, but then they are ready for any compromise, as long as the facade is safe. And my father is the king of middle-class people!"
He caressed my member. "I think that you left too little time for me in your schedule ..." he said with a lustful smile.
"The schedule is just for the sittings, not for my bed.." I answered, caressing his chest.
"Ah, happily. When the boys come to sit, can I too come to look?"
"Of course you can, any time you want."
The period I spent in Paris was really intense. Jules came to assist at almost all the sittings. And he didn't restrain himself just to watch. During the sittings he was teasing us, both me and the model, touching, kissing, arousing us. So at the end we almost always ended making a threesome, with him or the model in the middle... Jules was really insatiable.
At his request I also made him several drawings where he was having sex with one or another of the models, and he bought all of them. They were my first "pornographic" drawings and all summed up, it was amusing doing them. I also painted a scene where Jules was sitting with one of the boys, a very beautiful one, that I titled "The Dioscurs". That painting was not pornographic. Jules was sitting astride a bench, his arms at his sides, his hands on his spread thighs, his member soft. At his back the boy was sitting, an arm on his shoulder, his big hand resting against Jules' chest, and his face near that of Jules, just their hair slightly brushing without touching. They could be seen just as two brothers or as two lovers... It was really a beautiful painting. But Jules said he was not interested in buying it because in that painting neither of them had an erection!
When the day of my departure was approaching, I started to pack all my paintings to send them to London. Jacques came again to give me a hand and, of course, we again ended on my bed to make love.
"Ah, monsieur Shaun, it has been nice to meet you." He told me during a break in our amorous developments, "You are the first foreigner with whom I have sex, do you know?"
"You told me that when you met Jules you were hustling, right?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"And you were... twenty-one, weren't you? For how long were you hustling?"
"For three years, monsieur. I started hustling when I was eighteen."
"And in three years you never met a foreigner?"
"No, never."
"Why did you start hustling?"
"Almost casually I was looking for a job but was not able to find one. A shop keeper told me that he could not give me a job, but that he would pay me well for a night of sex..."
"But were you already aware of being gay?"
"Yes, of course I was. I had been having sex for about two years already. So, when he propositioned me, I accepted. Then he found me other clients and so, from one to the other, I got a good circle of customers."
"So, you understood being gay when you were sixteen? How did that happen?" I asked, curious.
Possibly because my own discovery of being gay was so recent, I was really fascinated to get to know how others had discovered it.
"Well, more than discovering it, I did... verify it. In my erotic dreams after I reached puberty, when I masturbated, I always dreamed about handsome men. Therefore I had guessed that it could mean I was gay. But I didn't know what to do to find somebody with the same desires. Everybody seemed to talk only about women... When I was sixteen I was living with my widowed mother and two younger sisters. My mother's younger brother, George, came to visit us. He was a twenty-seven years old hunk. My mother arranged for him to sleep in my room.
"Already the first night, when it was time to hit the bed, he undressed completely. I was absolutely fascinated by his wonderful, virile body. I was lying on my bed, my eyes wide open, staring at his beautiful, dangling cock. He noticed where I was looking and came near my bed.
"He gently asked me - Do you like it? It seems that you never saw a cock, before.. I blushed, feeling ashamed to have been caught staring. I was about moving away my eyes from his cock when I noticed that it was slowly swelling, rising up, pointing towards me. You like it? He again asked me. Do you want to touch it? He offered in a persuasive tone.
"I was no longer able to understand anything, my brain was blazing. I shyly stretched out a hand and brushed it. It was warm, smooth as silk, He came nearer the edge of my bed and now the tip of his cock was almost touching my face. I instinctively opened my mouth and he pushed forward brushing its tip on my lips, then pushed. I opened my mouth more and let him invade it with his beautiful, hot and hard rod. Georges caressed my hair and explained me what to do to suck it correctly, without making him feel my teeth, and how to move my tongue, how and how much to press with my lips.. I was eager to learn, to please him.
"For a while he fucked my mouth, then took off my briefs and made me assume the position, my little ass stretching out off the bed. He carefully wet my still untouched little hole with his saliva, easing it with his fingers, until he felt I was ready. And in a really skilled move he pushed it all inside me, without hurting me, and took my cherry. I was enjoying it enormously - I finally had what I had always secretly dreamed of.
"It all happened exactly the same for the four following nights. After he had his orgasm inside me, he made me come by sucking me, and that also was great. And I liked to die for the way he kissed me! The last night I told him I was sad that all was coming to an end. He asked me if I knew where I could find encounters and when I told him I didn't, he promised me that the following day he would explain to me. In fact, in the morning, before leaving, he took me to several places where gay men go to cruise at night. He explained to me how to hook a guy and how to avoid danger... Then it was time to see him to the station and say farewell to him. And that same evening I went cruising in the places he had shown me.
"As I couldn't go back home too late, at first I didn't meet anybody. But I finally met a boy of eighteen. He took me to some gay venues, and so I entered the circle. At times my uncle Georges came to visit us again and then each night we had sex. Now we haven't got together for quite a while, but he has a steady boyfriend; they live together."
Jacques, telling me about his first experiences, was aroused again, so we started again to make love. Later, after he went away, Jules came to see me, to have sex for the last time. As I had come just before, my endurance was a lot increased, and Jules was really enraptured.
The following morning Jules and Jacques saw me to the airport and waited with me until I departed for London.
My adventure in the Mediterranean countries was over.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 11
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