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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 5 - Olindo of Granada
My fourth model was Olindo, a boy of seventeen. After I left Naples, I flew to Granada, Spain. What an enchanting town! And what enchanting boys!
In Granada I was guest of Bruce Fraser, an American doing interesting silk-screen printing inspired by foreshortened views of Moorish architecture that seem to have a great success in the U.S.A. He certainly lives in a very beautiful house in the old town centre, in the borough where about 400 hundred ago there was the Jewish ghetto. Bruce placed at my disposal two communicating rooms in his ethnic house, one to sleep in with an attached bathroom and the other one, wider and very bright, to paint, both opening on the patio.
When I told him I wanted to paint some landscapes, but male nudes especially, he at once nodded in assent.
"I can get you all the boys you desire, and for a very low price. But you don't speak Spanish, do you?"
"Unhappily not. But I understand some Italian..."
"No, even though it might seem alike, it's different. Then, I shall first find you an interpreter."
He was Olindo, to be precise. A student at a language institute. The first impression I got when Bruce introduced us was that he was just a kid. This, possibly, was because of his way oversized clothes, or for his urchin-like easygoing smile. He had really lively eyes and he spoke English in a rather correct way, with a delightful Spanish accent.
Then Bruce found some models - he summoned half a dozen boys to his house, made them undress completely and asked me to make my choice. They all were all rather handsome, but I chose only four of them and decided to start with two together. It was my first time to try a portrait of a nude couple. Olindo translated all I had to tell them, and standing at my back was looking at my work with genuine curiosity.
When I asked him to tell the two boys they could dress and go, but to be back the day after at the same time, he quietly translated. When there were gone, I told him he could go home as well.
"Wouldn't you like me to show you around, to visit the town? I can be your interpreter and guide at the same time..."
"But I can't pay more than what we agreed."
"No problem, mister Shaun, it's a pleasure for me, and it also benefits me practicing my English with you." He said with a winning smile.
We went out, he guided me around and then I offered him supper. He was really likeable and lively. But he seemed to me to be so much of a kid, that I didn't in the least think of him as of a possible conquest. But the fact is that, with my being completely unaware, he had decided he wanted to conquer me! In fact Olindo, as I got to know later, was already an active and out-and-out gay boy and had been for three years, that is since he was fourteen,. However, that first evening nothing happened, nor for a few days after.
But on the fifth day he was coming to be my interpreter, he proposed that we to go to the movies together.
"They are playing an English movie, in English..."
"Rally? What movie is it?"
"Jarman's Caravaggio. Did you see it?"
"Not yet..."
"Can we go, then?"
"Yes, let's go."
At the end of the movie as we were leaving the theatre he asked me in a saucy way, "Do you act in that way with your models too?"
"What?" I asked, caught unawares.
"Well... everything is allowed to the artist, or so I've heard." He said looking at me with a twinkling smile in his eyes.
"Ah, so that's what you think?"
"Sure."
"And why are you asking me?"
"Because... because... if you too behave like that with your models... I'd like to sit for you."
"But you've seen how I behave with my models, haven't you?" I asked with a casual expression.
"Well, your atelier is crowded, the two models, and I... But if we were alone, you and I..."
"Don't you think you are just a very cheeky kid?" I answered pulling his leg and so trying not to answer his clear proposal.
"Not so much of a kid, you know? I'm over seventeen. And then... cheeky... only because I'm telling you I like you and would like to sit for you?"
"To sit? You're talking just of sitting?"
"Of course, just like Caravaggio's models, its obvious!" he said craftily. "First to sit, and then..."
"Ah! So do you also want a gold coin?"
"No, not the coin... but all that came after..."
"Are you proposing that I have sex with you?"
"Don't pretend not to understand!"
"But what do you know about sex!"
"Oh, I've three years experience already. Perhaps that isn't so many but... they have been intense, I assure you!"
"Ah, little pervert!" I said, jesting.
"But listen, I saw your drawings and paintings. They are all the work of somebody who is all but indifferent to boys' graces!"
"Ho-ho! Are you an art critic?"
"No," Olindo answered with his eyes slyly shining, "... but I'm completely gay and you make me horny!"
That's exactly what he said. I looked at him and insisted, "Come on, you are just a kid..."
"Test me, before saying that." He insisted.
"I don't want to be prosecuted for corruption of a minor!" I answered.
"But here we are in Spain! For sex matters, our law considers me already of age, when I consent!"
"Stop it, come on!" I answered, cutting that discussion.
He shrugged his shoulders but let the matter drop and, as if nothing had happened, he changed of subject.
But the day after, he came to my atelier much earlier than usual.
"The model will not be here before a couple of hours." I said.
"Yes, I know." He said and quickly undressed.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Don't you want to see me naked? If you like you can draw me for free. Or else take me in the other room, to your bed and discover what I'm good for..."
His body already had a man's build, and he was sexually ripe and attractive.
"So, what do you think?" he asked, showing off in an almost cheeky way.
"You are well built, that's true. The oversize clothes you always wear totally conceal your physique. Alright, you have a beautiful body..."
Olindo came near me and without the least shame, caressed me on my fly. I recalled Carlo. There was something alike in the attitude of the two boys, although they were so different.
"Come on. Mister Shaun, don't play demure with me. Take me to the other room, on your bed and I'll give you two unforgettable hours..."
"Why not..." I murmured, surrendering and gently pushed him towards the bedroom.
He quickly moved to the bed and sat down, waiting for me. I undressed and while I was discarding my clothes he was getting a hard-on. His eyes were shining with anticipation. As soon as I was naked, and half aroused as well, I drew near the bed; he laid on his tummy and stretched out his head to meet my member, and at once started to suck it skilfully. Then he pulled me on the bed, without parting from me. He was wild and made me so horny. And by the way he had more experience with his three years of gay life than I with my few months. He knew how to touch me, and soon I felt totally helpless in his hands. I started to feel that I was the inexperienced kid, certainly not he!
"Olindo... you're making me die, doing that..." I panted, seized by pleasure.
"Oh yes?" he asked with a lustful smile.
"Yes, Olindo, let me breathe..."
"We don't have so much time before your model comes, mister Shaun."
"But... we will have all the time you want, afterwards..."
"Do you promise me that you will never again say that I'm just a kid?"
"Olindo, you are a force of nature, really!"
"It could be because I've gipsy blood, don't you think?" he said, but calmed down.
He caressed my body with all his body, even with his feet on my feet. He was really, really sensuous.
"But, mister Shaun..."
"What?"
"We will do everything, you and I, do you promise?"
"Everything?" I asked.
"Yes. I like you a lot. I want you to put it everywhere, and I want to put mine everywhere into you... are you game?"
"As you want. I have a feeling that you're the expert."
"Very well."
"And... stop calling me mister, at this point - it seems that we are now rather... rather intimate, aren't we?"
He smiled and kissed me on the mouth, a breathtaking kiss. We dressed again and went to the atelier.
"Anyway, Olindo, I've also decided I want to do some portraits of you."
"Naked?"
"Of course."
"Then I've to tell the model not to come tomorrow?"
"No, I'll finish with him first and then I'll paint you."
"As you like. You first get to know me more intimately, so afterwards you can paint me in a better way, right?"
"Exactly so." I admitted and saying it I became aware it was true - my best portraits were really those of the boys with whom I had made love.
During the sitting, Olindo behaved exactly as all the other days, acting as my interpreter and looking at what I was painting.
Profiting from the fact that my model didn't understand English, I asked Olindo, "But why did you try with me and not with the models? They all are handsome boys, in my opinion."
"Yes, but they are too young for me. You too are somewhat young, but you're starting to be okay."
"Why, what's your ideal age?"
"Between thirty and forty. And yours?"
"Eighteen to twenty-five... more or less."
"But don't you fuck with all your models?"
"No, of course not."
"And why?"
"Not everybody wants to, of course."
"It could possibly be just matter of being shrewd... I've the feeling that almost all the boys would like to, especially those of the age you like best. Possibly just once to give it a try, if nobody comes to know about it. With adult men it is a little more difficult, as they already are full of prejudice and taboos. But Mr Shaun, of all the models you have here, which one do you like best?"
"Possibly Pablo."
"Ah, Pablito! Yes, he has a beautiful body. Would you like having sex with him?"
"If he was willing, yes. But I really don't think he is one er... one of the family."
"Would you bet I will make him come into your bed, with you?"
"How can you be so sure?"
"You did not even try with him."
"You were always there..."
"You never did a threesome?"
"No, never."
"And wouldn't you enjoy trying?"
"You, I and Pablo?"
"Why not?"
"It would be a nice contrast, you so dark-haired and he so blond..."
"Ah, the artist! If I get to persuade him, will you be good for a threesome?"
"Possibly... It could be an interesting experience..."
When the model ended his sitting, Olindo dismissed him telling him to come the day after and as soon as the boy went away, he came over to me.
"Right then, Shaun... where did we stop? Here, I think..." said with bright eyes and, clinging to me gave me another of his breathtaking kisses. His tongue played with mine while his hands started to explore my body through my clothes.
I was excited by that contrast between his urchin's face and his hot, mature and very sensual body, his remarkable experience.
"Not here, come on..." I said and again pushed him into my bedroom.
Olindo quickly undressed then helped me to pull off the last of my clothes from my body. He again clung to me, kissing and groping me. I lifted him bodily and put him on my bed. Then he nimbly turned so that he could seize my member and offer me his own, for a juicy sixty-nine.
When I started to explore his small ass furrow with my fingertips, he too started teasing mine. He slipped under me so that he could replace his fingers with his pointed tongue, which started to flit around my sphincter, giving me sensations so intense and agreeable that they made me jump. He worked me for a long time with his tongue, until I appealed to him to penetrate me. He slipped away from under me, knelt behind me and I felt his quivering dick starting to play on my thirsty sphincter, increasing my desire to receive it.
"Come on, fuck me, Olindo!"
"Don't be in a hurry... I will, soon..." he murmured, caressing all over my body.
His tool pointed at my hole slippery with saliva and gently pushed. I began to open up and he entered a little.
"Do you like it, Shaun?"
"Too much..."
"Do you want all of it?"
"Yes, all of it!" I prayed him.
He entered just a little more and vibrated it making me feel it very well.
"Go on, Olindo, push..."
"Wait... a little at a time. You have to relish it slowly..." he said, penetrating me a little more.
I was feeling it move forward very slowly, filling me, dancing inside me... it was good! He was no longer a kid, now, but a strong and powerful male dominating me with his pole, which was slowly taking possession of me.
"Olindo... fuck me..." I again beseeched him.
"Yes..." he said, finally sinking completely inside me. He started to move back and forth. "Do you like it, Shaun?"
"A lot! Go on... go on, Olindo!"
"You've a nicely tight ass, Shaun; I like you."
"Fuck me!"
"Yeah, I am fucking you!" he said seizing me at my waist and starting to work inside me vigorously.
With each stroke his pubis hit my buttocks with a dull noise. I was incredibly excited and was enjoying that hot handle tossing inside me with such skill.
Suddenly Olindo slipped out of me.
"No... why?" I complained in a moan.
"Because I'm nearly coming and want still..." he panted. "Stay put like that" He added.
He slipped again under my body, on his back, he girdled my waist with his legs and embraced me, pulling me into him.
"Now it's your turn to fuck me for a while, but without coming, you understand? We have to enjoy it for a long time, a very long time... Come on, take me, now..."
While he was driving me inside him, he kissed me on the mouth. I sank inside him very smoothly, like a hand in its glove. He was hot and welcoming. When I was totally inside him, he contracted his sphincter muscles tossing a little, making me settle well inside him.
"Oh, Shaun, how good!" he moaned.
We kissed again and I started moving inside him, back and forth. I raised my chest a little to penetrate him more deeply and to be able to look at the expression on his face. He was transfigured by the pleasure and was enjoying my movements.
"Oh, Shaun, how good! Bang your nice pole as deep as you can! You like my little ass, don't you?"
"Yes..."
"Do you still think I am just a cheeky kid?"
"No..."
He brushed my nipples and kissed me again on my mouth while I was taking him with great relish.
"Oh, Olindo... how beautiful!" I panted accelerating my rhythm.
He put his hands on my buttocks and pulled me strongly against himself, almost stopping me from moving.
"What are you doing?" I panted quivering and trying to resume fucking him.
"No, stop now, or else you'll come..." he murmured.
He was right. I stayed still. He made his anus spasm around my hard rod.
"Slip out now." He whispered.
Even though reluctantly, I complied. He took my condom away and after having caressed me for a while until I calmed down, turned around and we resumed doing a good sixty-nine. Then he turned again and kissed my mouth, and his feet caressed mine.
"This way, without haste... right, Shaun?" he said gently.
"Yes, but it's a torment... a beautiful torment..."
"We are not in hurry. We have to enjoy each other in the best way."
"Olindo, who taught you to make love in this way?"
"Self-taught!" he giggled.
"With how many men did you make love in these three years?" I asked him in one of our pauses while we were caressing and kissing each other and calming down.
"Who can count them? A lot!"
"And your first man? You were fourteen, you said."
"Yes."
"How did it happen?"
Olindo giggled again, "He was my sister's husband. I liked him a lot."
"But you already knew you were gay?"
"Yes, but I still didn't have any chance to try something. And my yen was increasing... Well, my sister was eighteen and they were married for just two weeks. He was twenty-four. They had had to marry in haste because he had made her pregnant. They were still living with us. And one night José, my brother-in-law, came to my room, really pissed off. He said - make room for me, and let me sleep here with you. I made room for him and he laid down near me. Why - I asked him - what happened? Your sister won't let me screw, she says she has a headache. I need to fuck but she sent me away! And I then felt that that under his pyjamas he still was good and hard and at once I thought that I had got my opportunity.
"I moved and as if it was casual, touched him there - It's still hard, I said and lightly caressed it through his pyjama trousers. He said - if you touch me like that, you make it worse, stop it. But I told him - if you don't meet your needs you won't be able to sleep. And went on touching him there. And he said - yes, I need to wank... And I said I would take care of it. He let me do so when I slipped a hand under his pyjamas and pulled it out taking it in my hand, he let me do so again when I pushed the blanket away and bent down to suck it... it was my first cock! And he also let me do so when I lowered my pyjamas trousers and brushed my buttocks against his hard rod...
"Yes, at first he let me do it all, but then started to grope my little ass and said - You've a delightful ass, Olindo; and he tried to push it in me. I was still a virgin and he couldn't enter, but then I wet my hole with saliva and he tried again. I wanted it to die for, and by now he wanted it too. So at last he succeeded in pushing his rod into my little hole and started to fuck me vigorously. It was a bit painful, but I was also enjoying it very much! I liked feeling him on top of me, inside me...
"And he came inside me. But afterwards, when he had calmed down, he was ashamed of what he had just done, and asked me to forgive him, and begged me to tell nobody... I told him that, on the contrary, I had enjoyed it a lot and that each time my sister said no, he should just come and do it with me again. He said no, that it was a wrong to behave like that... but just two or three nights later he came back to me, and asked me if by chance I was feeling like doing it again... I was hoping for that, so I had bought some cream and that second time went even better than the first one... So now and then he was back to fuck me, without any problems. Indeed, when my sister went to the hospital to deliver, hiding from my parents, he was in my bed every night and fucked with me.
"But José let me suck him, put it in my ass, and I liked it, but he didn't suck me nor allow me to fuck him, and I on the contrary wanted to try that as well. I'm a man, he justified himself. So I decided I had to find somebody else I could do the other things with. My second boy was one of my schoolmates - I was attending the second year and he the fourth. I had been ogling him for a while and liked him a lot. And because I liked him and seldom lost sight of him I became aware that he never looked at girls but at our school mates, so I understood he had to be gay like me...
"So, one day I stopped him and bluntly told him I wanted to fuck with him. He said I was wrong, he was not gay, but I insisted until at the end he agreed to come to my place, one day when nobody was at home. And I was not wrong at all! And he liked being fucked in the ass. But at my home it was very unusual for there to be nobody there, so we had to find a place in the school. In the basement where the linguistics laboratories were, there was another door leading to the archives store where normally nobody went, so behind a plan-chest we could do it safely. Only once we risked being caught in the act... After that he let me meet some of his gay friends and so it became easier and easier for me to have encounters..."
After these pauses when Olindo and I were chatting and touching each other enough not to lose our arousal, we resumed making love, and at times I penetrated him, at times he took me in the most different postures, and at times we united in a sixty-nine. I told him about the few adventures I had had before meeting him, and he told me of his more interesting and exciting encounters, so we spent several hours of good sex on my bed. When we at least let ourselves go and we reached our orgasm, it already was ten p.m. and outside was already dark.
We went out to have supper together then I saw him to his house.
One night I want to spend all with you. But I first have to warn my Mum I won't be sleeping at home." Olindo said.
"But does your mother allow you to spend all night out? What do you tell her to justify it?"
"Just that I've met a man I like." The boy said quietly.
"Does your mother know?" I asked, amazed.
"Yes, for a year now... she caught me in my bed with a man..." Olindo giggled.
"And... how did she react?"
"A first really badly. But now she has resigned herself and accepts me as I am."
"But does she know also about your brother-in-law and you?"
"No, heaven forbid! But because they have since found an apartment, it doesn't happen any more. Even though I feel that José would willingly do it with me again. But at this point I'm not interested in him any more. I liked him, but now I have something better. Se you tomorrow, Shaun!" he said, and walked up the stairs two at a time.
I looked at him quickly disappear and felt that I was already longing for the next encounter with him, the day after...
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 6
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