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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 6 - Pablo of Granada
I was going on making love with Olindo - he was exciting, full of sensuality or, more truthfully, of lust. I also started using him as a model and to draw his sketches and to paint him.
One day he came to the atelier together with Pablo. I had already met Pablo as a model. He was a boy of twenty-three, a dark-blond athlete with superb pectorals, fair, smooth, silky skin. He was able to assume plastic poses. He was a professional model, and an amateur athlete. He had won several cups, medals and prizes also at a national level in track and fields events.
So Olindo arrived with Pablo. I had forgotten his promise, so when I opened the door I was agreeably surprised seeing them both together in front of me. I looked at Olindo with an interrogative expression and he, as his sole answer, winked at me.
I asked him, in English, "Did you so persuade him?"
"It was not at all difficult. But he doesn't know that you know... so let me do, it will be more amusing. Now make us sit together, naked of course, and I will get him aroused and then... you will make your move. Do you agree?"
I smiled and nodded. They undressed. Olindo had Pablo sit on a stool covered with a red velvet cloth and stood behind him, leaning his hands on his shoulders. I started to sketch them on my pad.
During a break Olindo said to me, "Now we have to assume another pose, right?" and again winked at me from behind his still unaware companion.
"Do as you think, little devil... I'm already getting a hard on just looking at you two."
Olindo nodded, pleased. He said something to Pablo, who nodded seriously. Pablo sat again, but in a three quarters position and opening his firm and beautiful legs a little. Olindo sat on the floor, between his legs, leaning his back against his right leg and making his crossed legs pass under Pablo's left thigh, on which Olindo rested a hand... and then leaned his check on Pablo's lap. Pablo said something to him and Olindo answered shortly, saying my name.
I started to do the new sketch in this pose and noticed that Olindo, every now and then, was slightly moving his check against Pablo's pubis so that the boy was having a more and more embarrassed expression, because he was getting a visible erection. And all of a sudden Olindo turned his face towards his companion's member and licked his erection. Pablo had a start, violently blushed and said something to Olindo with a low and clearly troubled voice, and with his hands tried to push away Olindo's head. But the boy resisted him and started to caress himself between his legs.
At this point I put down my pad and went near the two boys. Pablo looked at me and seemed as if paralysed. Olindo then took his whole shaft in his mouth while Pablo was looking at me, his eyes wide and blushing again. I then reached for Pablo's hand and drew it between my legs, on my erection, at which Pablo, all of a sudden, surrendered.
He opened my trousers with feverish movements, pulled out my already hard member and placed his lips around its tip, letting me push all of it inside his mouth. Olindo stood up, came near me and started to undress me while I was fucking that available, hot and nicely wet mouth.
"You like him?" Olindo asked me in a whisper while caressing and teasing my nipples.
"Yes... does he take it also in his ass?"
"He does all and everything. He is less of a little pig, compared to me, but... let's go to your bed."
"Yes..."
Olindo said something to Pablo, who parted from me and stood up. His expression was still a little hesitant, a little shameful, but also rather more relaxed. While we were going to my bedroom Paolo, who was at my side, dared a caress to my member, then to my ass, and murmured something.
"He says you are really beautiful." Olindo translated and sat on the bed edge, spreading his legs.
"Tell him to suck you..." I said and Olindo translated.
Pablo, as I had guessed, bent in front of the bed without going on it and took his companion's rod into his mouth. I then crouched behind him, spread his buttocks and worked his hole for a while with my tongue, preparing him. Then I stood up, gripped his waist and pushed my tool into his hole wet with my saliva, slipping inside him, penetrating to the hilt. I entered him very easily, and it was obvious that I was certainly not the first one to visit him there. I started gently to fuck him.
Olindo smiled to me, and bent forward, stretching his arms. I too bent forward towards him and our mouths glued in a kiss while Pablo was enjoying our two rods well embedded into him. Pablo was rocking forth and back with all his body, keeping himself steady with both hands on the bed edge; so while he was slipping away from Olindo's rod, he was making mine slip well inside his ass and when he slipped away from mine, he took all Olindo's rod in his mouth.
After a while, Olindo asked to be him between us, taking it in his ass from Pablo and sucking me. Gradually, Pablo was losing all his apparent shyness and bashfulness, and was enjoying that pleasure triangle. Then they put me in the middle and Olindo penetrated my ass while I was sucking with pleasure the beautiful pole of Pablo.
I remember that I thought it was great being penetrated at once from both the ends, and that it would have been great having one more boy to take care of my hard dick... Almost if he had read my thoughts, Pablo turned so that we could unite in a good sixty-nine while Olindo was going on pounding into my ass with his usual, youthful exuberance.
I was caressing Pablo's beautiful, firm and strong body. He was caressing Olindo at my back and the boy was caressing me. It was something extremely erotic, and I felt like I was dreaming... Then Olindo moved behind Pablo and penetrated the blond athlete.
We were there, all three tightly enlaced to enjoy each other, when Bruce entered the room. I became stiff, really embarrassed, but saw that Bruce was smiling and was starting to undress.
"This is the real surprise I wanted to give you..." Olindo said with a mischievous smile, "I had already fucked with Bruce, so yesterday evening I told him about this... meeting. Come on, Bruce, there is room for you too. Come here and take Pablo..."
The man, when naked, came on the bed and at once penetrated the blond athlete, while Olindo made me take him.
When we parted for a break, to make our play last, I said, "You too, Bruce? I didn't know..."
"Neither I about you. Yesterday evening Olindo told me everything. Does it bother you that I've come here to play with you?"
"No, an the contrary! But I feel as if I'll stop painting..."
"No... Work before pleasure, of course!" Bruce giggled then added, "If I had known before, I would have put a king size bed here ... Why don't we all go upstairs to my bedroom? We will be a lot more comfortable..."
Naked as we were, we all went upstairs. Bruce's bed was a square of two meters on two, totally surrounded by a canopy made of white veils. We four went on it and started to have sex again. I took Pablo, Olindo took Bruce who offered me his circumcised cock that I sucked with pleasure. Bruce was not really handsome, according to my aesthetic canons, but he was agreeable and had a good size tool that he used skilfully.
The director of our unending quest for pleasure was always Olindo, tireless and surely more expert than we three together. Pablo liked above all to suck and to take it in his ass, therefore he was often between two of us. I was feeling strongly attracted towards Pablo therefore, unconsciously, even though I did enjoy the other two, I was looking above all at him.
Thus, gradually, we spontaneously split in two couples, I with the blond athlete and Bruce with Olindo. It was also agreeable fucking Pablo while looking at the other two having sex nearby. Also Pablo seemed more attracted to me than to the other two.
"Pablo, te gusta?" I ventured to ask in Spanish, while I was taking him from in front.
"Muchissimo..." the athlete answered me with a smile, girdling my waist with his strong legs.
Now that Olindo was busy with Bruce, Pablo and I reached our orgasm without holding back any more. The couple near us was going on to fuck unperturbed. After a while I slipped away from the bed, taking Pablo's hand, and took him downstairs to the atelier. I made him sit and started to draw him.
Pablo was now looking at me with different eyes, almost a dreamlike expression on them, with a hint of a smile. I liked looking that contented, satisfied look, similar to that of a purring cat...
After I had been drawing for a while, Bruce and Olindo came downstairs. The American got dressed, offered a couple of witticism to me and the boys and left. Pablo then said something to Olindo, who translated it for me.
"Pablo is asking if by chance you will allow him to spend the night here with you... He says he would like making love with you again, but this time you two alone..."
"What a good idea! I'll be really happy." I answered, delighted by that request.
Pablo smiled. Olindo, after looking for a while at what I was drawing, put on his clothes.
"I leave you alone. I think you will manage without an interpreter, for what you intend to do, am I right?" he said cunningly.
"No, wait. Come to have supper with us, before leaving. Are you in hurry?"
"Not at all. As you like, I'm easy."
After finishing that sketch, Pablo and I put on our clothes and went out and I offered both the boys to enjoy a meal on me. I took advantage of Olindo's presence to chat a little with Pablo. I asked him how long he had been doing athletics and how he had started. So I came to know that it was eight years ago he had started to do athletics and that it was not his decision to do it, but of his physical education teacher at school, and that the man pushed him to athletics in a way really quite odd.
After the P.E. hour, Pablo went to take a shower with his schoolmates. He had fixed it so that he together with a classmate were the last. So that, as they were alone, they had started to touch and wank each other as they had already done on other occasions. But that time their teacher came unexpectedly and caught them. The two boys were scared and his mate pleaded with the teacher not to report them to their parents or to the dean. The teacher, with a gruff manner, told them to dress and to go to his studio at once, one after the other, to talk about it.
Pablo was terrorized. When his mate came out from the teacher's studio, he asked him, "What did he do?"
"Nothing. He just made me swear I would never again do such things with you or others. And if he doesn't catch me doing it again, he would not tell my parents."
Pablo entered. The teacher made him sit down and started the interrogation.
"For how long are you doing such things?"
"Since... three months..."
"You do it only with this mate or also with others?"
"With him only..."
"Who started it, you or him?"
Pablo blushed but honestly answered, "I started it..."
"And who taught you?" the professor asked, severely.
"A neighbour, a boy of my age..."
"Do you still do it with that boy?"
"No... he now has a girlfriend..."
"And what were you doing with that neighbour?"
"We touched... wanked each other..."
"Nothing else?"
"Well, he... he fucked me."
"In the ass?"
"Yes..."
"And in the mouth?"
"No, never in the mouth."
"And with this class-mate, what were you doing?"
"Just with the hands..."
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Yes, professor, I swear."
"If your parents knew..."
"Oh, no, sir... my father would skin me alive... would kill me."
"And did you like taking it in your ass by that neighbour?"
Pablo blushed but nodded.
Then the professor ordered him to stand up and said, "Come near me. For this time, I will not tell your parents, but... I have now to punish you, of course. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Kneel here!" the professor ordered.
Pablo thought he would give him a good thrashing and knelt, prepared to get it. In fact the professor took a wooden stick, and stood in front of him.
"I leave you with the choice, Pablo. Now you lower your trousers and either you get a hundred blows on your ass... or you pull out my dick, make it hard with your mouth, then let me come into your ass as you used to do with your neighbour. What do you choose?"
Pablo looked at him in surprise but at once choose, without the least hesitation. He opened the professor's tracksuit zipper, freed his member from the jock and took it in his mouth. It was the first time he could touch the member of an adult man, and it was the first time he received it in his mouth, and he greatly liked both. That was everything but a punishment! And when the teacher made him stand up, lowered his trousers, made him bend on his desk and impaled him, Pablo literally felt in his seventh heaven. The man fucked him for a long while and finally unloaded inside him.
While they were tidying their clothes, Pablo thanked him and frankly said, "Sir, this, more than a punishment, seemed to be a prize..."
The teacher laughed and said, "You really are a little pig!"
Pablo said, "If you catch me again doing those things, sir, will you again punish me so?"
The professor, trying to maintain a severe expression, said, "No. Next time you will get two hundred blows on your buttocks. But if this is for you more a prize than a punishment, you have just to become the best of your class in physical education. Each time you get good results in a contest, you will get this... prize, from me."
So Pablo committed himself completely in all the sporting activities. When he was eighteen he had already won several contests and was the steady lover of his P.E. teacher. But at that point he was devoted to athletics for his own pleasure as well and not only to get the "prize" from his teacher.
During his last high school year, his teacher was moved to Madrid. Pablo pleaded with the man to take him to Madrid, but the man refused. This was a first disappointment for Pablo. And when one day he managed to go to Madrid to give him a special surprise, he discovered that the man was living with another boy and his disappointment was total. He went on to do athletics anyway.
When he graduated, to be able to carry on his athletic activities, as he had a beautiful body and face, he started working as a model for painters and photographers. And he passed from adventure to adventure.
Then Pablo wanted to know about my experiences and, always thanks to Olindo's translations, I told him about my life and my experiences, answering his questions. When he got to know about my gay initiation, he was amazed to hear that I had been almost "raped" when I was twenty-eight and that I had enjoyed it.
When we parted from Olindo, Pablo came back with me and asked me to see my drawings of Giovanni and of the other boys with whom I had had sex before him and Olindo. Then he came near me and started to caress me. They were gentle caresses, not lascivious, but all the same they made become aroused at once. After a while we were caressing each other, Pablo pointed to my bedroom making me understand he wanted to go on the bed. We undressed and laid down. We embraced and started to caress each other again. He was tender, sweet, very different from the other boys with whom I had had sex up to then. And I felt that, possibly for the first time, I was really making love with him and not merely having sex.
Also his face was expressing an incredible sweetness. He too, like Olindo, from time to time made us calm down our ardour, but while with Olindo it was something like an agreeable erotic play, with Pablo was the desire to savour that sweetness in small draughts. Our excitement was gradually increasing and reinforcing. And when at last Pablo offered me his beautiful, virile and strong body for penetration, I went on him with a trembling pleasure and took him.
Pablo was smiling with an expression of warm gratitude that made me feel incredibly happy. With that splendid boy, I was feeling like being out of time and space, while slowly moving back and forth inside him, and was aware he too was enjoying me - at least as much as I was enjoying being in him. And he seemed me really beautiful. His hard member, leaning against his belly, was pulsating under my hand that was massaging it at the same rhythm I was moving inside him.
I caressed his thighs that were against my chest, his legs raised up to my shoulders. I caressed his muscled arms stretched out to stroke my body, his wide, fair and hairless body adorned by firm pectorals. I titillated his sweet pink nipples, hard and swollen under my fingertips. I was taking him with slow and firm movements while admiring him. I could feel him gently quiver under my cares.
"Te gusta, Pablo?"
"Muchissimo, Shaun, muchissimo." He murmured accentuating his smile.
I had no doubt about it - he was showing it with all his body.
His half closed eyes were shining with thousand specks of gold. Between his slightly parted lips, every now and then the tip of his pink tongue was appearing for a moment. I bent down to kiss him. He received my tongue in his mouth and started to gently suck it while my shaft was going on moving inside him with the movements of my pelvis.
He felt me tremble slightly and sensed I was approaching the peak. He went on kissing me, lightly gliding his nails along my spine and brushing one of my nipples with his other hand. As my restless movements were growing more agitated he sucked my tongue more vigorously and increased the pressure of his nails along my spine, brushed my nipples more firmly and made his anus grasp around my pole, so accompanying the strengthening of my pleasure.
When I finally started to spurt inside him, he vigorously clung on me, kissing me with sheer passion, until he was aware I had poured all of my tribute inside him. He then slowly loosened his hold, so accompanying the gradual relaxing of my body. When my member shrunk and slipped away from his little and firm ass, I slipped down between his legs until I reached with my mouth is still hard pole, until then gently pulsating between our bodies, and started to suck it with all the passion and the tenderness I was still feeling in me.
He passed his fingers in my hair, enjoying my hot caresses, and after a few seconds his orgasm burst out and he gave me all his sweet cream, faintly sweet-smelling of almond flowers, which I drank with real pleasure.
I then went again on top of him and embraced him. We kissed with great tenderness. I felt his breath going little by little back to normal. We caressed each other for a long while. I slipped down at his side and he turned toward me, wrapping my body with his arms and legs. We were going on to gently caressing and kissing each other and we fell asleep like that. Even though I was twenty-eight and he twenty-three, I felt I was the little boy in his strong limbs, pressed against his body, and I curled in his embrace, feeling happy and satisfied.
The following morning he woke me up, kissing and caressing me. I felt he was aroused, and at once I too showed a nice hard-on.
He wanted to go down to suck me, so I made him turn in order to unite to him in a sixty-nine. We devoted to each other for a long time, making reciprocal desire gradually strengthen. His mouth wet with saliva on my rod was working wonders, and he sucked my quivering meat with the right intensity. And inside, his tongue was massaging my glans and fraenum with the right pressure, while his fingers were skilfully playing with my testicles.
Then he turned again to kiss, to caress me. It was incredible how he was able to well graduate the intensity of his caresses, of his kisses all over my body, giving the maximum of good vibrations to all my erogenous zones. And yet, he didn't at all give the impression he was using an erotic technique, as refined as it could be, but he seemed to guess, to know how and where to touch me, almost if he knew my body since always. I was literally enraptured.
At the right moment he again offered himself to me. This time I took him lying on our sides. He was pushing back, skilfully meeting my thrusts. But I wanted to watch his face, therefore after a while I parted from him, made him lay on his back and took him again like the previous night, from in front. We made love for a long time, unhurried and with indescribable pleasure.
When Olindo came later he found me dressed, painting Pablo's portrait, who was sitting nude in front of me. The two boys greeted each other and started to talk between themselves.
"Shaun, Pablo says you have had a splendid night together."
"Yes, that's so."
"He says he loves to die for the way you make love..."
"I like him very much too."
"And he asks if he can spend the night with you again ... But, before you answer, I want you to know that I too want to make love with you, Shaun!"
I smiled. After all, it is really agreeable feeling desired, almost contended by two so different and so delightful boys.
"Alright, but not in threesomes or foursomes, Olindo." I answered going on painting.
Pablo was trying to understand what we were saying and his eyes were attentively watching my and Olindo's expressions.
Olindo said, "I thought you enjoyed doing it in three and then in four."
"Yes, it's good, but I like doing it just with one a lot more."
"But you want to do it again with me as well, don't you?"
"Yes, of course I do, as much as I want to do it again with Pablo."
"Well, then we will take turns. One time with me and one time with Pablo..."
I smiled, "What's that? You want to write down a schedule? I have only a few more days left anyway, and I did it with Pablo a lot fewer times than with you."
Olindo didn't get upset, "Well, then you will do it twice with Pablo and once with me. Does that suit you?"
"We have to see what Pablo has to say about it, don't you think?" I answered him amused.
Olindo started to discuss non-stop with Pablo.
Then he told me, "Pablo says he would agree if you spend three nights with him and one with me... He persuaded me. Therefore, if you agree, today and tomorrow he will spend the night with you, and the day after tomorrow, that is Sunday, I can stop here with you..."
"As you like. For me it's good because I like both of you very much. And I think that next Sunday I'll start a new painting of both of you - the two of you make a very fine contrast."
I think that if I spent more time with Pablo, I could haven fallen for him, for his strength and his sweetness. In a sense, Olindo acted a little as an antidote for Pablo.
My stay in Granada came to an end and Bruce decided to throw a little farewell party in my honour before I left, obviously he invited Pablo and Olindo. And on the last night, while Olindo went upstairs to Bruce's bedroom, Pablo spent the night with me.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7
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