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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 4 - Antonio of Naples
The third one of my models I want to remember was from Naples. Hs name was Antonio and he was twenty-two. But let's proceed in order. In Naples I had the address of a sculptor. He had a large atelier in an old house in the outskirts of the city, not far from the sea, and was living in the same building. He found a small room for me in a guesthouse almost in front of the atelier and I went every day to paint in a corner of his wide studio. He found some models for me, all handsome genuine Neapolitans. But as he was always there, I never could do anything with those boys, even though one of them was looking at me in a way that made me think he was sending me a message.
Antonio was the elder son of the owners of the guesthouse. He had a mane of dark brown hair, wavy and thick, covering part of his forehead and his ears almost totally. He had an attentive way of looking, made almost cold by the very light blue of his irises, but mitigated by his well drawn and sensual lips, with the corner slightly folded upwards so that he always seemed about to smile.
One day, I found him while he was cleaning my room, wearing a pair of bleached jeans that were so full at his fly that the buttons seemed about to pop from one moment to another. Hanging at his side he had a duster slipped at his belt. His chest was bare and adorned by a gold medal and by a triangle of hair between his nipples, thinning towards the navel, circling it, then going further down in a thin line disappearing into his jeans.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you would be back later, sir..." he said. "It you want I can go, now..."
"No, no, carry on." I said admiring his so young and yet virile torso, and his full basket.
I put the sketch pad on my bed and, acting so that it seemed casual, I made it fall open at the page where Carlo's sketch was, the one I portrayed with a glorious erection. I noticed that the youth lingered a little with his eyes on it, and felt pleased. He observed the drawing, then me.
"You're a painter, aren't you?"
"Yes, right."
"You're very good..."
"Thank you."
"May I look also at some other drawings?"
"Yes, sure."
Antonio slowly thumbed through the album.
"They all are naked boys, young... Do you paint only nude boys?"
"No, also portraits and landscapes. But I like male nudes and they sell rather well."
"Do you sell these drawings?"
"No, only my oil paintings. Those are just working sketches."
"I thought that only females nudes had a market."
"No, no, male nudes as well, believe me. Did you ever sit for a painter?"
"Me? No, never. And also... I think I would be ashamed to sit all naked."
"Why? It seems you have a beautiful body. Nothing to be ashamed of..."
"Naked in front of another male... In front of a female, possibly, I wouldn't feel ashamed but... Moreover with the tool hard like that one... No, no way, I would be really ashamed."
"And yet I would like drawing you, having you as a model." I hinted, smiling and looking at him with open admiration.
Antonio blushed lightly at my glance but soon after to my great surprise,he assumed an almost cheeky expression, "Possibly I would be ashamed because my tool is too big and long." He stated.
"Too big?" I asked, genuinely made curious and interested at that news.
"Yes, no girl up to now had dared to try it... Only once, a whore..."
"You mean that up to now you made love completely only once?" I asked him, even more interested.
"Yes."
"But then, what do you do, usually?" I then asked.
"This way!" he said making a gesture of masturbation with his hand.
He went slowly on thumbing through my sketches pad.
"But you... you like boys more than girls, don't you?" he asked.
I didn't understand if he intended as a painter or sexually, and if it was a naive question or a shrewd one.
I simply answered, "Yes, that's so."
"But you... your models... these boys... you just drew them or did you also..." he asked half way between boldness and awkwardness.
"What do you mean?" I then asked, pretending not to understand.
"No, nothing... Would you draw me too?"
"Yes, sure. Would you like me to?"
"But then I have to undress... totally?"
"Well, it would be better." I answered in a casual tone.
"Would you draw me here... now?" he hesitantly asked.
"Yes, of course. But it would be better if you lock the door first."
"Yes... and you also close the window curtains..." he said going to lock the door.
I took my pad, my sepia pastel and sat in front of the bed, waving him to it with my free hand.
"I have to lie down there?" he asked.
"Yes, after taking off your trousers and underpants." I said in a natural tone, but feeling my heart thump in my chest.
He looked at me. He seemed to hesitate. Then he went near the bed and, turning his back to me, undressed. He had a small and sinewy ass and I felt the desire to grope it, but held back. He turned towards me. He had between his legs a really broad and long dick, even now that it was at rest. When he noticed my look a slightly embarrassed expression crossed his face.
"It's too big, isn't it?"
"Too big? No... it's... majestic!" I exclaimed.
"How do I have to lie down?" he asked, still somewhat embarrassed.
"On a side, looking towards me. Your right leg with the knee folded upwards..."
"This way?" he asked climbing on my bed and assuming the pose.
I stood up, let my sketching pad on the chair and went near him. "No, this way..." I said leaning my hands on his handsome body, to change his position. As soon as I touched him, I got aroused. Thus, I don't know where I found the courage of doing it, I caressed that fabulous tool.
I said, "You are really well endowed..."
"Don't you think it's excessive?" he asked, without avoiding my caress.
"No, on the contrary..."
"If you touch me so, you make it hard..." he said in a low voice.
"What I want." I said going on to caress it, then asked him, "Am I annoying you?"
"No... not at all... your hand is more... gentle that a girl's... without offence."
I smiled him and seized that turgescent dick with my hand, now openly groping it.
"You're the first man touching me there..." he murmured, confused but pleased. Then he added, "But so... didn't you want to make my drawing?"
"Yes, but later. If this is bothering you, I'll stop..."
"No... no... it's good..."
"If you want... there are also more agreeable things we can do..."
"What?" he asked.
"Do you want me to make you experience them?"
"What?" he insisted, without moving.
"Do you want me to make you feel something more agreeable than this, or don't you want?"
"As you like..." he assented.
I then leaned forward over his now erect tool and pressed my lips and tongue onto it, passing up and down its whole length. It should have been ten or even twelve inches and wide in proportion.
He placed his hand on my hair, "Take it in your mouth... make me enjoy..." he murmured with an excited and hoarse voice.
I immediately complied. He emitted a long moan in a low and hot voice.
"You're better than girls... you..." he murmured relaxing on my bed and abandoning himself to the stimulation of my mouth and hands.
I caressed and sucked him for a long while. When I let it reach my throat, I managed to take just half of it and I groped the other half outside my mouth with one hand, while with the other I gently kneaded his testicles' purse. Antonio started to shake violently all over his body. I then teased his nipples with my fingertips and this at once set off his orgasm. It seemed that from that fleshy hose the sour and scented liqueur never stopped coming out; I swallowed it with some difficulty, with big draughts, and at the end I felt almost dazed and drunk.
Antonio remained for some moments on my bed, panting and trembling, his eyes shut, his fingers clawing the sheets. I contemplated him, feeling excited and fascinated, feeling a strong desire to undress, to climb on the bed and make him mine. That young male so languidly relaxed, his face still upset with pleasure, was more sensual, exciting and desirable than I ever saw. His face was so young and his body so virile, his expression so naïve and his physique so libidinous... And that prodigious dick, now at rest and yet still so big...
He opened his eyes, met my glance and lowered his. He sat up and reached for his trousers.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"I'm leaving..." he murmured.
"But I have to draw your sketches now ..."
"No... I'm ashamed, now."
"Ashamed? And why?"
"I... I never did it with a man."
"Didn't you like it?"
"Yes, that's why... Let me go..."
"Wait, Antonio. Let's talk about it..."
"No, please. Let me go, now."
"Are you upset with me?"
"No, but... I've to go, now."
I didn't insist any more. He stood up, dressed and left my room, frowning and... delicious. I felt I had to have him, I had to make him mine. And also that I had to paint him.
The following morning I saw him but he barely greeted me, with an ashamed expression, and slipped away quickly, almost avoiding me. He served me the breakfast without looking at me, frowning slightly, saying the minimum, indispensable words.
During the day I went to paint and later to have a walk downtown. Without doubt, in Naples there were many handsome youths, a real feast for my eyes and for my fantasies.
In the evening, after having dinner in a pizzeria (if you don't eat a pizza in Naples, you don't know what a real pizza is!) I went back to the guesthouse. Once in my room I undressed, wore a dressing gown and went out to the bathroom to have a shower. When I came out of the bathroom I found Antonio in front of me. Our eyes met and he blushed.
"Antonio... I would like having a talk with you..." I said.
"I would like that too..." he answered, to my amazement.
"You'll come to my room?" I proposed.
"Yes..."
After he followed me into my room, I lit the lamp and shut the door with the key. He looked at me surprised, but said nothing.
I sat on the edge of my bed and asked him, "So, then?"
He was wearing the same tight jeans as the day before, and a sleeveless, white cotton T-shirt that was finely drawing his beautiful pectorals and let see the small points of his flat and sound nipples.
"I... after what happened yesterday here at your place..."
"Should I apologise?" I asked him, almost in a challenging tone.
"No... If you want me to sit for you, now..."
"With this light? No, I need the daylight. But now..."
"Can't you... try to draw me all the same?" he insisted, moving away his eyes, embarrassed.
Then I understood. "Undress, then..." I suggested.
He started to unbutton his jeans, without looking at me. He uncovered his overfull underpants, his hairy legs and I at once was aroused. As under the dressing gown I was naked, the Bordeaux silk at once visibly tented out. I didn't care - he could well see it, he could just as well be aware of the effect he had on me. I didn't even take the sketch pad, it would have been a useless pretence. He pulled off his T-shirt uncovering his beautiful, hollow belly, his strong and wide chest. Then hesitantly looked at me. His underpants were also tenting, pressed by the stiffness of his awakening member. He looked at me, clearly ashamed, and didn't try to take them off.
So I stood up, put my hands on his hips, slipped my fingers under the elastic band and started to push down, slowly but resolutely. I felt he was slightly trembling. I looked at his face. He had closed his eyes. I lowered his underpants passing my hands over his hips, thighs, legs, down, down making them fall around his feet. His powerful tool was fully erect, pointing forward, fiery and free, pulsating with his heartbeat.
I freed myself of my dressing gown, and I too was naked. And instead of bending forward to suck it, as I was certain he was expecting from me, I caressed it and turned around him, then pushed my body against his back, pressing my erection, upwards, against the furrow of his buttocks, while with both hands I brushed his powerful member pushing it against his belly and pulling his body against mine.
"What..." he started to say, stiffening a little at my unexpected move.
"I'll make you enjoy it, Antonio. Didn't you come here for that?" I murmured at his ear, brushing my naked body against his back and his ass.
"Yes, but..." he went on.
"Yesterday night I made you come, but I didn't. This time I'll make you come again, but I want to come with you as well... It's just fair, isn't it?" I said, coaxing.
"Yes, but..." he repeated, still tense.
"Let yourself go... relax... You'll see, it'll be good..." I insisted, gently groping and teasing him. "You're so beautiful, Antonio. You're a real male, you..." I said reassuring and enticing. "Who knows how many girls are crazy for you..." I whispered while I was brushing my hard pole between his thighs and lightly pinched his nipples.
He again shuddered almost violently - he was hypersensitive on his nipples and he liked being touched there very much. I wanted to penetrate him, but held back, because I could understand he would escape. For this time he had just to get used to feel my nudity without seeing it, to feel my erection without fearing it.
After a while I turned round him again and, this time, I crouched down to suck it for a while. He let me do so and his quivers became more intense.
"You like it, Antonio, don't you?" I asked him standing before him.
"Yes..." he panted, and when I applied my lips on one of his nipples to suckle and gently bit it, his body jumped and he emitted a low moan of pleasure.
I again slipped behind him, licking and kissing, and made him feel my body and erection again, while teasing his nipples. I turned in front of him once more, going on to lick and kiss all of his body, and then I gently pushed his chest until he laid on my bed. I too moved onto the bed, between his legs, and started sucking it again. Then I licked all of his powerful rod, lingering on the swollen, purple glans, then went down to suck his testicles, one at a time. He moaned quietly, seized by intense pleasure.
I liked him under his balls, between his thighs. As I expected, he spread a little his legs to allow me to lick him more easily. I went up again, and licked his rod, pushing it against his belly, then went up and up to lick his belly, his chest and brushing my hard pole against his belly. He was all trembling and panting heavily. His hands held me on my back, gently clasping it and keeping me tight against his body.
I slipped upwards with my body against his, licking his neck and an earlobe, his beautiful rod pressed well between our bellies and mine wedged well between his thighs, under his testicles, pointing at, but not yet reaching, his hidden hole.
With my fingertips I lingered on his beautiful and sensual lips and he again shuddered strongly - he was hypersensitive there too. I then brushed his lips with mine. He didn't open them. I then, going on to brush my body on his and teasing his nipples with my fingers, lightly passed my tongue tip on his lips. He emitted a low moan and opened them. I didn't push my tongue between them but took his lower lip between mine and lightly sucked. Again he moaned. I felt he was incredibly aroused. I then went down again licking all over him until I took part of his erection into my mouth yet again while with a hand I masturbated its root.
I felt his orgasm build up, overtaking him. He moaned and groaned again and finally his orgasm burst, intense, and violently shaking he erupted all his lava. I was masturbating and had prepared a handkerchief, so I came in my turn inside the cloth square.
Antonio was lying, deeply panting and trembling every now and then. I caressed him for a long while all over his body, until he gradually relaxed.
I then said, "But I would also like drawing, painting you. You have a really splendid body. Will you come tomorrow at the atelier?"
"I don't know..." the boy murmured, without opening his eyes.
"Why? You are so beautiful, so manly... I really would like drawing you, paint at least one or two canvasses..."
Antonio opened his clear blue eyes and looked at me. "I... I... think that... possibly... I'll come..."
"Thank you Antonio. I really like you very much, do you know?"
"Yes..." he answered hesitantly. Then asked, with a troubled glance, "Do you think I am... I am a faggot?"
"No, why?"
"I enjoyed what you did to me..."
"Everybody would enjoy it, if they just tried it. Before coming to Italy, I didn't even guess how much I could like it; I never did these things, I had only women."
"Really? And... do you still like women?"
"Of course!" I answered showing a certainty I didn't really feel, but that I understood would soothe is fears. I couldn't scratch the myth of the Latin male, I would have destroyed that boy. Or at least I could not do so yet, at that point. So I added, "I now feel more complete than before, on the contrary. Because I now like both males and females."
"More complete?"
"Sure. You see, before I liked just one half of humankind. I have now doubled my choices, and so I have no more problems."
"I never saw it in that way..." the boy murmured.
I got up off the bed and put my dressing gown on again. Also Antonio dressed himself and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You, mister O'Malley, you are a learned man, an artist, one who travelled. Do you really think that I'm not a faggot?"
"I think you are just a healthy boy who likes sex, isn't that so?"
"The fact is that... up to now I did really everything with just one woman... and she was a whore. But it seems that my friends have plenty of girls with whom..."
"Hey, don't you know that most boys just invent their sex adventures? And that the majority of your friends, in your place, would have enjoyed what we did just as you did or even more than you?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, I am. And then, it is certainly possible that the girls are somewhat sacred by the size of your tool, and on the contrary your friends are envious..."
"That can also be true..." Antonio said and for the first time he hinted a smile. Then, serious again, he said, "But you, mister... tell me the truth... before... you wanted... desired... to fuck my ass, didn't you?"
I looked at him studying his expression. He was waiting for my answer, looking at me with an almost worried expression.
"Do you think I am a faggot, as you say?"
"No... you're so virile..."
"And yet... I have taken it in my ass, you know?"
"Really?" he asked widening his eyes, almost unbelieving.
"Sure. His tool was less big than yours or he would have killed me!" I said with a smile.
He too smiled, then asked, "But did you enjoy it?"
"Sure thing! And you too will enjoy it." I concluded looking straight in his eyes.
"I don't know..." he protested, "I don't think so..."
"Well, you have just to try and check it. You could be right that you won't like it, but if you don't try, you will never know."
"But... and if instead... if I like it?"
"You will be like me - surely not a faggot but just a more complete youth, who can enjoy himself in several ways."
He looked at me not really persuaded.
I then said him, "But just look at yourself in the mirror! I never saw a more manly youth than you. Also your body is even more manly than mine."
That seemed to please him. He stood up. "Tomorrow, you will really draw my portrait?"
"Yes, I will surely start it tomorrow."
"And... you will also... if tomorrow evening I came here again... you will..."
"Yes, I will do it more than willingly, if you want it."
"Well... at this point... better you, mister, than heaven knows who..." he said and left my room.
The day after he came to the sculptor's atelier and I did several sketches, then started his portrait. The more I was looking at his body, the more I was feeling it to be desirable and fascinating.
That evening I waited for him in my room. I already was in bed, totally naked under the sheet, the door not locked. On the night table there were, clearly visible, condoms and gel. At one time I was afraid he would not come. However, around 11:40 I heard a light knocking at the door.
"Com in!" I said, immediately feeling more excited.
He entered and locked the door with the key.
"I thought you would not come..." I said while he was coming near my bed.
"I could not make up my mind..." he confessed, "but... here I am."
"I'm glad. Undress, come on, and come here with me." I said, quietly.
He freed himself of all his clothes, turning his back to me. Then he turned round and I made room for him near me. He slipped under the sheet. I embraced him and started to caress him. I could feel he was slightly tense, stiff, ill at ease. But as I was making him aroused, he started to loosen, to relax. When I felt he was more involved, I tried to kiss him... and he returned my kiss, at first hesitantly, then more freely.
I made the sheet slip away from our bodies and started to lick, suck, kiss and caress, titillate and grope all over his body, mainly where I knew he was more sensitive. When I felt he was fully aroused, all a quiver, after working on his genitals with my lips and tongue for a long while, I flexed his thighs and went down to lick his anus. When I felt that there too he was throbbing, I took the gel and prepared him, put on a condom and leaned my member's tip on his soft and slippery hole.
"Relax, Antonio... relax..." I whispered starting to push it inside him while I was brushing his hypersensitive nipples.
"Relax... you see that everything is alright... relax... you like it, don't you?" I murmured masturbating him and going on to tease his nipples hard like grams, and continuing to slowly but resolutely push myself inside him.
And then the handsome Antonio was mine. He surrendered his virginity and virility to me. He let me conquer him, take him. He was looking at me and seemed to hold his breath back while I was starting to dance inside him. He was still, but relaxed, his eyes fixed in mine... and he came just before me, suddenly, and the spasms of his anus at each of his spurts, at once set off my own orgasm.
Just before I started to withdraw from inside him, he murmured, "If my father saw me now... in this way... he would have a stroke!" but the tone of his voice was light, almost amused.
I parted from him and caressed him.
"So, Antonio?"
"It was good, I have to admit it."
"And do you now feel less manly than before?"
"Not at all, it's true."
"So you see that I was right, then?"
"How long will you stay here in Naples?"
"About three weeks."
"And... will you again... have sex with me, like this time?"
"Every single day, if you want it."
He wanted it. He didn't miss one single evening. And I made him very beautiful portraits.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5
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