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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
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"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 3 - Carlo of Rome
In Rome I was hosted by Marco Stenati, he too was a painter and a friend of Thomas. He owned a really beautiful atelier in the attic of a modern twelve-storied building looking onto Villa Borghese gardens. After I had called him from Florence, he had prepared a bed for me in a room adjoined his atelier. He came to wait for me at Termini station and saw me to his atelier in his car, where I deposited my luggage. He told me that he was not working at that time, because he had something to settle a his seaside house, therefore his atelier was entirely for me... Then he took me for lunch at his home.
He was living in an ancient mansion in downtown Rome at the back of the Pantheon. He introduced his wife and his three sons, all of them really likeable and friendly after which he took me back to his atelier. I settled my belongings and had a shower in the adjoining bathroom.
The atelier had three walls occupied by large windows, giving the feeling of being in a greenhouse, and running along the same three sides was a long balcony. Two of the sides overlooked side streets and the central one looked out onto the gardens. The view was so beautiful that on the very same afternoon I started painting one of my landscapes. I asked Marco if he could find a male-model to sit for me. He asked me what type I had in mind then made a couple of calls.
"Tomorrow morning at ten a model will come here. If he is not what you want, you can just tell him so without any problem. He is in touch with other models and will send you some of his colleagues."
The day after, while I was going on painting my landscape, the doorbell rang. I looked at my watch - it was ten o' clock sharp. I went to open the door.
He was boy in his twenties, with thick and soft dark brown hair cut short, combed back and a little ruffled, and a clear and clean face like that of an altar-boy.
"I am Carlo, the model... are you the English painter? Do you understand Italian?" he asked, almost shyly.
"Just a little. Do you understand English?" I asked in English.
"Yes, enough. But I'm ashamed speaking it, I do too many mistakes..." he said with a bashful smile.
I liked that boy. I told him to come in. He had with him a very colourful small rucksack and asked me where he could put it.
I asked him what his rates were and when he had free time so we agreed on a schedule. He would come to sit two mornings and three afternoons each week. I told him to undress and sit on a chair, took my sketch pad to start, as usual, with a set of sepias. He undressed with the naturalness of a professional model. While I was making my sketches, I asked him some questions.
Carlo was twenty-years old as I had guessed and had been a model for a couple of years. He had studied as a dental technician but, as he couldn't find a job in his field, he started to work as a model. He was living just with his widowed mother. He didn't have to support her as the woman had his father's annuity. But he didn't want to be a burden to her and with his present job he could earn sufficient money.
He was a well-mannered boy, polite, simple, possibly a little introverted... He had a lean but really agreeable body, hairless and smooth. He had also a nice member that, now, clearly attracted my attention. During the break, he put on his underpants and asked me if he could eat something. He pulled a homemade sandwich out from his rucksack and offered me half of it. I refused but thanked him. I looked at him and was aware that every now and then he too looked at me. I thought he had the nature of a cat... Looking at the boy was making me feel aroused.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-eight."
"Ah, I was thinking less. It's a long time you paint?"
"A dozen years."
"Did you have many shows?"
"Yes, many."
"Do you have a catalogue with you?"
"Yes..."
"I'd like seeing it. I'm no expert, but... I saw the works of many painters I sat for, and so..."
"Alright, tomorrow I'll show you. Let's start again, now."
"Yes, sure." He said and pulled off his underpants taking his place again on the chair that was covered with a white cloth.
"Do you like sitting, Carlo?"
"Well, in fact I do."
"You are a handsome boy. You have to be much in demand."
"Yes, sure."
"Also by photographers?"
"Also, but I refuse."
"Oh... why is that?"
"You know... often, with the pretext of art pictures, what they really want is to do porno pictures. Or else, they just want to exercise their hands on me. And I don't like that."
"I see. But possibly even some painters have tried to put their hands on you too. After all you are a handsome boy."
"Yes, sure, but rather seldom. The real painters want above all to paint, like you. And even if they have intentions about me... at most they just try to make me understand."
"Really? And how?" I asked, curious.
He made a bashful smile, "Each in his own way. Some by words, others... in another way."
"And does it bother you?"
"No, as long as they try in a polite way."
I wanted that boy. My new sensibility towards the male was making me particularly attentive and sensitive to his discreet fascination. But I didn't have the slightest idea about how to hook a boy, about what to do to make a boy understand my desire without exposing myself too much and without embarrassing him. After all, even in the three experiences I had had with women it had been they and not I who took the first steps.
The next day Carlo came absolutely punctually and when I went to open the door I again had that same feeling of seeing an altar boy as I had the previous day. When he was clothed he really seemed an angelic boy, clean, gentle, naïve. But on the contrary, when naked, he again gave me the feeling he was like a cat, both because of his relaxed and agile body and also his expression, at once both watchful and yet vague. When he was looking in my eyes he seemed to stare at a point beyond me... He gave the impression that nothing escaped him but at the same time that nothing really interested him.
When I was talking with him, he always answered fully, there was a dialog. But if I was silent, he was silent too. I would have liked to bring up again the subject of the sexual offers he had received, but was ashamed to try. Differently from the other models, he never asked to see the drawings I was doing, and didn't comment on the painting I had started.
During a break I showed him an album with the pictures of my paintings.
"I like them. You have a beautiful style, clean, somewhat dream-like. And I also like how you use colours."
"Thank you." I said with a smile.
He answered with a shy smile.
I asked, "Which one of all my paintings do you like best?"
He thumbed through my album again, then pointed out the last picture, the one with the third portrait of Giovanni.
"This one. It is particularly alive and true..." he said.
"Yes, I too think it is my best one. And not only because it is the last one I painted."
"Yes, it is really beautiful."
We started the sitting again. Looking at him was making me slightly and agreeably excited.
"Do you have a girlfriend, Carlo?" I at one point asked him.
He looked at me attentively, than said, "No, never had one. I haven't time for girls."
So what should I say to him after that? 'That's weird, a handsome boy like you?' Or a more direct, 'Don't you like girls?' No, I didn't feel like it.
But, for the first time, he asked me a direct question, "And you aren't married, are you?"
"No..."
"And... did you have some girlfriends?"
I lied shamelessly, "No."
He looked at me but said nothing.
And the third day came. He arrived punctually as before even though it was a hot afternoon, and somewhat sultry.
"Today is hot." Carlo said while he sat on the usual chair.
"Yes. You 're lucky there, being totally nude." I said.
"If you like, you can take off something. Between men, there are no problems, are there?"
I nodded and pulled off my shirt, remaining bare chest, then started to paint. I noticed that his glances were lingering on my pectorals and on my belly, and his look gave me some pleasure. We talked for a while of this and that, as usual. When we had the first break I said, trying to seem casual, "You can also not to put back your underpants, if you want... We are both men, aren't we?"
He looked at me with an interrogative expression but put his underpants down without wearing them.
"It's just the habit, at the Academy we always do so." He said and went to take his usual sandwich from his rucksack.
He started to eat it standing in front of the central window and looking outside, towards the park. "There is a beautiful view, from here." He said.
I looked at his firm, small and smooth ass, and answered with a slightly amused tone, "Yes, it is a really beautiful sight."
He turned towards me, saw my expression and coined a conspiratorial smile, "Do you like it?"
"Very much."
"But you... who knows how many you've seen..."
"One never gets tired..." I answered, conscious that this exchange was balanced on the edge of a razor.
Carlo had finished his sandwich. He rested the hands akimbo, turned towards me, and asked, "And what do you think of this sight? Don't you like this as well?"
He had suddenly assumed an almost cheeky, free and easy expression that surprised me. He no longer looked like an altar boy as he did when he rang at the door, but neither did he have the air of a cat languidly sitting on the chair. Now he was giving me the feeling of a veteran soldier, or of a strong and self-confident feline that doesn't even need to be aggressive.
I remained in silence looking at his body, at his genitals almost offered for my consideration.
He lightly caressed them and smiled like a braggart, "Don't you like these here?"
"Yes, sure. You're all well built."
"Don't be shy. I like you. If you want to touch me... I won't be annoyed."
"Really?" I asked, feeling an agreeable heat all over my body.
"Really," he answered drawing near me and caressed my pectorals.
Then, while I was lightly brushing his belly with my fingertips, he started self-confidently to unbutton my trousers. While he was pushing them down together with my underpants, to my hips, to my knees, around my ankles in one fluid move, he knelt before me and seized my rapidly hardening and rising member with his lips. He licked it. I shut my eyes enjoying his attention and pushed my pelvis forward. He then took all of it in his mouth and started to suck it, working it with his tongue in a proficient, really expert way.
Shuddering, I put my hands on each side of his head, holding it still, and making my pelvis rock back and forth, started to gently fuck his warm and welcoming mouth. Carlo let me do so for a while.
Then he stood up and asked, "Don't you have a place where we can lie down?"
"Yes, in the other room." I answered getting out of my trousers heaped on the floor, and guided him towards the small room where my bed was.
He made me lie down, my legs spread, knelt between them and bent down to swallow my erect and pulsating pole once again. He worked it for a while, then parted from me and laid by my side.
Tracing doodles on my nipples with his fingertips, he said, "May I lick all over your body? I like you..."
"Yes, Carlo. I too like you. What do you like doing?"
"Do anything you want with me, I like everything..."
"I would like trying to take you... I still never did it..."
"Do you have some gel and condoms?"
"No..."
"Then not now, the next time. Get them." Carlo quietly said.
So, that first time, we limited ourselves to caresses and licked each other and we came without fucking. Carlo, rightly, feared infection and wanted to take precautions.
It is apparent anyway, that on the bed he lost the innocent characteristics of the altar boy and became something different - an uninhibited youth, full of lust, ready for anything.
After we made love, we went back to the atelier and I started to paint him again. I had put on only my jeans.
Carlo asked me, with a knowing smile, "Why don't you stay naked? For the time being, anyway..."
"Because this atelier's owner has the keys and it would be embarrassing if he came and saw me stark naked."
"Isn't he too gay?"
"No, he's married and has children..."
"Well, that means very little..." Carlo sentenced shrugging his shoulders, "if you knew how many married men don't refuse to spend an hour in bed with a male if they can just find the opportunity. And as long as nobody knows, they also want to be fucked in the ass. It never happened to you then?"
"You are just the second male with whom I have sex..."
"The second one? Really?"
"Yes. I discovered just one month ago I like it."
"You mean that you never fucked, before?"
"Well, I did but only with women. I thought I was interested only in women..."
"You told me you never had a girlfriend..."
"That was a lie. I said so just hoping to make you understand that I was interested in you..."
Carlo giggled but nodded in understanding.
Then suddenly said, "Hey, don't think that I fuck with all the painters I sit for! Or with anybody else. I like you, that's why I'm game with you."
"Yes, sure. But why do you like me?"
"Who knows? Possibly because you are so... so English. You have a handsome body and a likeable face. And also because you didn't jump on me."
"I'm not English, I'm Irish."
"Well, to us you are all the same. Also we Italians, for you foreigners we are all the same, aren't we?"
"Yes and no. But I understand what you mean. Am I your first stranger?"
"No. My first man was a foreign boy. I was sixteen and he was a Dane of twenty-four, a tourist here in Rome. He knew some Italian. He stopped me on the street, at Salita del Grillo, near the Traian's Markets and said me - You're really handsome, would you like to fuck with me?"
"Wow! So direct? And what did you reply?"
"Well, I still didn't have any experience but since for a couple of years I was thinking of it and wanting to try it... And that youth, besides being handsome, inspired confidence in me... So I said yes. We then went by bus to the camping ground, to his tent. We shut ourselves inside and made love."
"And you liked it."
"Yes, he was skilled. And when I told him he was my first man, he did his best to make me enjoy it. He really was a beautiful boy, he could easily work sitting or as a fashion a model. He took my cherry that first time, but without giving me any pain. Happily his cock was not too big and he knew how to use it. He liked Italian boys and that was the fifth summer he came to look for adventures here in Italy."
"Do you have a steady boyfriend?"
"No, not yet. But I hope to find one, a day. If I had a boyfriend I wouldn't have tried it with you..."
"What is your type?"
"I don't know. Well... your model in Florence, for instance; I like his type. A number like him, manly, strong. Not effeminate, I mean. As you are too. But without being a Mister Muscle. And not hairy, or he would give me the feeling of being with a monkey... Somebody intelligent, but not playing the intellectual. And without complexes, especially in bed. Well... a Prince Charming, possibly." Carlo concluded with a smile.
I liked listening to him, looking at how he smiled. My first impression that he was somewhat introverted proved to be absolutely wrong. He was a lively and keen boy, uninhibited but sensitive.
I went to the chemist to buy gel and a supply of condoms, foretasting my next date with Carlo. I don't know if I was more attracted by the novelty of the sexual experience or by the boy and his personality. Possibly half and half. Sure thing is that up to then my only experiences with men had been to be penetrated and to be sucked. I knew there was a lot more to learn, to do...
I was fascinated by Carlo with his air of being a good kid that seemed to transform as soon as we were intimate.
When he rang at the door of the atelier, absolutely punctual as always, I was already behind the door and opened it at once. There he was, with his air of an altar boy, his look seemingly candid, his almost shy smile but, this time, also pleased.
"Were you waiting for me?"
"Of course. Come in..."
"I feel that today we will not start with the sitting, am I wrong?"
"Anyway... undress." I said rather directly.
Carlo went straight to the bedroom and I followed him.
"No, you have to undress me, now..." he said and started to undress me.
While he was pulling off my clothes, he caressed me, placed his lips on my bare skin and I imitated him. Soon we both were naked, one in front of the other, already aroused.
"You really have a nice dick!" he said, fingering it. Then he saw the condoms and the gel near the bed and smiled. "You have equipped yourself, I see. Good, very good..." he said and took one of the condoms.
He bent forward to lick my erection, then tore open the envelope and unrolled the condom on my hard rod, using just his lips. He stood up again, spread some gel in his hole and, standing, turned and offered himself to me.
"In this way?" I asked resting against him and circling his chest with my arms.
"Yes, sure." He said reaching back with his hand to locate my erection between his parted buttocks. I wedged into him, pushed a little more and then smoothly penetrated him, pulling his body against mine. With one hand I caressed his belly and chest and with the other kneaded his genitals. I sank inside him like a hot blade into butter and knew that I loved it! I understood what Giovanni felt with me and became incredibly aroused. I started to gently fuck him, savouring those new and really exciting sensations. At each of my thrusts he pushed his pelvis back against me, so making me feel his pleasure and desire.
"Do you like my little ass, Shaun?" he asked while I was tossing inside him with growing enthusiasm.
"Yes, to get crazy!" I answered starting to move faster and more vigorously.
"Go on, Shaun, harder!" he spurred me.
Our bodies, standing at the bed side, were waving in rhythm, almost like reeds shaken by the wind of lust.
"To be the first time you fuck an ass, you are good..." he panted at a moment.
"It's... great!" I moaned as an answer, holding his body tightly against mine and working it, now, just with my loins, with an instinctive pelvic motion.
"Oh, yes... bang me, Shaun! Make me feel how much of a male you are!" Carlo spurred me again, his voice filled with lust.
I bent my head to bite his shoulder, his neck, an ear and felt him shudder between my arms, against my body, around my rod, so multiplying my pleasure. Going on to masturbate him, I brushed his nipple, then the other one, and he moaned with in low and hot tone. Feeling my orgasm coming, I thrust inside him with increasing vigour.
And I unloaded inside him with strong lunges, seized by an indescribable pleasure, and he too soon came in my hand, totally pressed against my body, almost if he didn't want to lose the contact of our flesh. He bent his head back until we were able to unite in a hot and passionate kiss.
"Since my army service nobody has taken me standing like this. One of my comrades, a native of Friuli, in the shower... I liked it... It has been great, Shaun..."
Yes, it was great for all the month I spent in Rome. I also had other models, after Carlo, but I went on to make love only with him - we liked each other very much. When I left Rome to move to Naples, we both were sorry we had to part...
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4
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