My Ten Models

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 7 - Carlos of Valencia

My second and last stop in Spain was in Valencia. Here, the painter Pedro Garcia found for me a nice little house close to the sea-shore, for a really more than reasonable rent. Pedro helped me also to find a couple of models, but even if they were two well built boys, I didn't find them particularly interesting. Pedro had a twenty-four years old son, rather handsome, and soon I persuaded him to sit as my model. But my feeling was that all these three boys would do for me nothing more than to sit... But I, at this point, wanted also to have a model-lover, at least one.

On the third day, while I was sitting in the port area and was drawing on my landscapes pad, a sailor approached me and stopped at my back to look at my work. After a while he said something in Spanish. I told him I didn't understand. He then spoke in English, a rather simplified but understandable English.

"You are good to draw."

"I'm a painter."

"You do only landscapes?"

I turned back to look at him. He was a handsome hunk of about twenty-five, wearing the attractive uniform of the merchant marine. And he had quite a cheeky and likeable smile.

"No," I answered, "I also do portraits. Would you sit for me?"

"I? Sit for you? Well, why not? Now?"

"Well, I can do some sketches now, but I would like it if you came to sit at my atelier, so I can also paint an oil portrait."

"Do you live far from here?"

I told him where I lived.

"Yes, I know where it is. Once I had a girlfriend living in that neighbourhood."

"Do you have free time? Painting an oil portrait requires some time."

"My ship is at the yard for refurbishing. It would take a couple more weeks or even more..."

"Oh, good. But then, why are you going around in uniform?"

"Why? Because women like sailors, of course."

"Not only women, to say the truth..." I said with a smile full of meaning.

"Oh, yes, I know. Many men also try to hook me, in fact. We sailors are well known for having somewhat... wide tastes."

"Do you mean that you make no difference between a woman or a man?" I asked him, already filled with hope.

"I like women better, when I am ashore. Only on the ship we do it also amongst ourselves... At times it happens."

"When can you come and sit for me?"

"Right now, if you feel like it."

We went. I took him to the room I used as my atelier.

"What have I to do to sit for you?" he asked, looking around. Then he saw on the easel the canvas on which I was working. "I've to be stark naked like that one?" he asked me.

"As you like. To start, choose a pose and stay still. That's all."

"If I have to sit all naked... there is no problem for me." He insisted.

"Just as you like..." I said, as if I didn't really care.

I really wanted to see him naked, but because of the conversation we had had, I wanted it to be his decision. He started to undress. I asked him his name. Carlos, he said. He was twenty-five as I had guessed. He discarded all his clothes, but his white cotton underpants. Then he put a foot on the chair and leaned his elbow on his raised leg.

"Is this pose alright?" he asked.

"Can you stay still long enough in that pose?" I asked him.

"I think so. I'll try."

I started at once to do some sketches. I got the feeling he was looking at me with a provocative expression. His underpants, stretched because of the pose he had chosen, were wrapping his soft member allowing me to guess its size and shape - normal, at least at rest.

When he saw I was turning the sheet, he asked, "Already done? Do you want to do another, now?"

"Yes, if you are not tired. You can change your pose, if you want..."

"Would you like a more sexy pose?" he asked me with a sly smile.

"For instance?"

"As if I was about fucking a girl." He said.

"Let me see..."

He assumed an odd pose, his legs a little spread, his knees slightly bent, his arms just a little spread forward, his fingers spread, as to catch someone... I thought he had the aspect of a satyr. But with the underpants on him, he was funny and I laughed.

He frowned and asked, "It makes you laugh? Why?"

"Because it seems me funny that you are about jumping on a woman wearing your underpants and with your cock still soft."

Carlos straightened up and burst in laughter he too. With a swift gesture he took away his underpants and was at last completely naked in front of me.

He then looked at me and said, "But... if you want it hard... I need to beat it for a while..."

"Are you ashamed?"

"I? No way! If you aren't ashamed to look..." he said and at once started to massage and finger it under my eyes.

He was looking at me with a quite challenging expression, almost to underline that he didn't feel at all ashamed. I took his sailor cap he had put on a bench, went near him and put it on his head.

"So... yes, it's better... at least it's clear you're a sailor." I said.

He nodded. Now his pole was jutting out hard, stiff, pulsating, beautiful and inviting. I fell on my knees and at once took it in my mouth.

"What the hell..." he started to say, but without stepping back. "Is this what you wanted?" he then asked in a slightly surprised tone.

"No," I said looking up at him from below, "but when I saw it so nicely hard and straight... I felt I wanted it..."

"But you didn't seem gay, to me."

"You neither."

"I'm not..."

"But on the ship, you said, you do these things, don't you? And I bet that you don't just put it in each other mouths, but also in the ass."

"Yes, but only on the ship..." he protested, but he still didn't try to escape to my manipulations.

"Imagine we are now on the ship. A painter's atelier is somewhat like a ship, don't you know?"

"But do you like men?" he asked.

"No, women like you. In England I've a wife." I lied. "But now, here, I have you..." I concluded and resume sucking him.

That proud hunk, now, didn't have his previous cheeky expression any more. I felt he was getting aroused, excited.

"You always do this, with your models?"

"No, not always. Only with those whom I feel like it. And, after, I also fuck them in the ass." I added standing up and masturbating him, while teasing his nipples.

He looked at me with wide eyes, "Hey, you aren't meaning that you... you wouldn't put it in my ass!?"

"Why, you never took one in your ass?"

"Only when I was a ships-boy..."

"That is?"

"Before, when I was twenty, twenty-one..."

"Or even when you were twenty-two, twenty-three?" I ventured continuing to finger him to keep him aroused.

"Well... at times... with a friend... but both he in me and I in him..."

"In here anyway, you're a ship-boy once again!" I said determinedly, fingering his ass.

He quivered, without escaping me, and said, "No... Not in the ass. If you like it, I can fuck your ass."

"No, I don't like it." I again lied. "I'm a man and never took it in my ass, not even when I was a boy. I'll fuck your ass, Carlos. But you have to first suck it in order to make it become nicely hard and slippery, so that..."

The funny thing is that he seemed subdued by my look, by the tone of command of my voice. Without knowing it, I had possibly guessed the right approach with that boy who played to seem rough. He then said something I wouldn't have expected.

"I don't even know your name..." he murmured, in a subdued tone.

Good, I had him in the palm of my hand. With a sharp tone, I said, "Master Shaun!"

He repeated, almost amazed, "Master Shaun?"

"Yes, Carlos. Down on your knees, now! And ask me permission to open my trousers!"

I had fully hit the mark! He slowly, silently, glided down on his knees before me and asked, joining his hands like for a prayer, "May I open your trousers, master Shaun?"

He liked playing the servant and master. Very good!

"Yes, but with your mouth, your teeth. Don't use your hands!" I answered pushing out my pelvis towards his face. And he busied himself. It was unbelievable. He managed, little by little, to take between his teeth my zipper tag and to lower it. Then he pulled on the belt button and opened it. I got a hard-on at once and a nice swelling appeared in my white briefs. Carlos put his lips on it.

"What are you doing?" I asked, pretending harshness.

"May I put it out, master Shaun?"

"You have first to lower my trousers and briefs, but just with your mouth!" I ordered.

He complied, wriggling around me.

"And now, Carlos, you would like to suck it, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, master Shaun, please..."

"Do you want it all in your mouth?"

"Yes, master Shaun!"

"Then take it, suck it and make it wet with your saliva. And be careful..." I said thinking to the story of Pablo and his P.E. teacher, "if you don't do it nicely, as a punishment I'll shove it all into your ass!"

Carlos carefully sucked it, often making it go down his throat, pushing his nose against my pubic hair. He was skilled!

After a while, I said, "Stop it, now." But he went on. "Stop it, I said!" I sharply said, but Carlos continued to vigorously suck it.

I then brusquely parted from him and my rod slipped out of his mouth with a strong smack, glossy with saliva.

"You didn't obey, Carlos! You know what punishment you deserve, now, don't you?"

"Oh, master Shaun! You aren't now going to put it all into my ass, are you?"

"Yes, right so!"

"No, please, master Shaun, Not in the ass."

"Don't be a weakling! Be a man and take the punishment you deserve. Go immediately on all fours!"

"Forgive me, master Shaun..." he whined but at once went on all fours.

I knelt at his back. That kind of game excited me very much. I gripped him and put the tip of my hard rod between his firm buttocks.

"No, master, not in the ass, please..."

"Shut up! And spread your buttocks well!" I ordered and he complied.

I wet my fingers with my spit and for a while prepared his hole.

He was going on saying with a plaintive voice, "No, please, not in the ass..." but didn't escape.

And I impaled him.

"Oh, master Shaun!" he groaned.

I started to fuck him with gusto. He was moaning in a low voice, not out of pain but because he was clearly enjoying how I was taking him. I too was liking his firm, hot and tight ass a lot. His big body was docilely undergoing my assaults, clearly enjoying them.

After I fucked him for a good while, I felt my orgasm approaching. I started to bang him more strongly and quickly and we both were now moaning with a low voice, like two animals in heat. I unloaded inside him, one stroke after the other... and finally I slipped out of him, panting.

Carlos lifted himself up onto his knees and turned towards me. His eyes were shining and on his lips a cheeky smile surfaced again.

"Good. And now it is up to master Carlos to bang Shaun's ass! Lie down on your back! He ordered with a suddenly determined voice.

"But I'm your master!" I said appreciating his transformation and foretasting his coming assault.

"Bullshit!" he said simply and with his strong arms he seized me and in just one move made me me turn around and land on my back. He raised my legs, spreading them. I followed, pleased. He was looking at me with a lustful smile.

"Enough of the little games and the bullshit, now. It's my turn to fuck you."

"It's fair..." I admitted.

After he put me in a more comfortable position, he carefully wet his rod, happily not too big, then wet my hole. And finally he firmly went down on me and penetrated me. I welcomed him with a pleasure sigh.

"And you said you never took it in the ass! I sank into you smoothly like a ship goes on the water." He said with an amused smile.

"Stop the chit-chat and fuck me, go on!" I answered with a giggle.

"With real pleasure, liar!" he answered starting at once to give me the same treatment I had just given him.

His powerful body was a mass of contracting muscles while he was fucking me. And on his face there was a wide, pleased smile that matched mine.

"Do you like it, man?" he asked going on to bang in me with his mace.

"Yes, sure. And you, womaniser?"

"I like you, Englishman!"

"And I like you, sailor."

"Do you like better my cock or my ass?"

"Both of them. And you?"

"The same..." he panted tossing on and in me.

After he too had reached his orgasm inside me, pushing it all impetuously inside, he parted from me and stood up.

Laughing, he said, "Now we are even. Do you still want to draw me now or was it all just a put-on?"

"No, no, no put-on. Do you still feel like sitting for me?"

"Yes, why not." He said and, having seen a basket of apples, took one and bit it.

I put on my trousers then started to draw again. I liked that Carlos.

While I was drawing him, he asked, "But are you gay or not?"

"And you, Carlos?"

"I asked first!" he retorted, with laughter in his eyes.

"I first I had only women. But after a few months, only men. What am I, then, in your opinion?"

"Somebody enjoying a good fuck!" he answered, laughing.

"And you?" I insisted.

"Both... I take what I chance to find. I'm also a guy who likes to fuck a lot. But if it's a woman, should be a real woman, and if it's a man, should be a real man! No transvestites or effeminate people!"

"But if you had to have a steady partner, would you like better to have a man or a woman?"

"I have a steady partner on board. A thirty year old sailor. We've been together for four years now, that is since I've worked on that ship. He's married, but on board I'm his boyfriend."

"But does he let you take him?"

"Sure thing, He takes me and I take him. Like we just did. I like it only if it's even. Not like when I was a ship-boy."

"And where is your friend, now?"

"With his wife and children, of course. He is possibly trying to make her have another child..."

"Will you get married too?"

"For now, I'm not thinking about it at all."

"When did you lastly fuck a woman?"

"A couple of months ago... Why?"

"Just so. I'll stop here a month, or a little less..."

"Do you want to know if I'm game to fuck with you again?" he cheekily asked.

"Yes."

"Why not. But without all that fuss about master and such bullshit. And if possible, on a bed." He said, decidedly.

"Perfect. At least until your ship takes to the sea again."

"They say two weeks, but you'll see that, as usual, they'll be late. Are you gong back to England, in a month?"

"No, I'll spend some two more months in France, before going back to London."

"It's a pity that my ship never stops in London..." he said, finishing the apple.

"Don't move!" I admonished him.

"Hey, it isn't so easy!" he protested, but became still. Then, pointing at the nude on the canvass, he asked, "Did you fuck also with that one?"

"No, not with him."

"And why?"

"He's not game. He's the son of one of my acquaintances."

"I see. And then, he's also way too puny. I'm better than him, am I not?"

"You can say so!" I admitted, amusedly.

When I stopped drawing, he put on his clothes.

"Where do you live?" I asked him.

"Here, downtown."

"Alone?"

"No, with my parents."

"Are you an only child?"

"No, the little one."

"Little? A hunk like you?"

"The younger, you dunce!" We laughed. "What are you going to do now?" he then asked.

"Nothing special."

"Do you feel like coming to a pub with me? My sailor mates also go there. I would like you to meet them."

"Do you want to show that you fucked with an Englishman?"

"Come on, idiot! I'm not going around telling it. When we are ashore, we are all just womanisers. But I'd like them to know that you are painting me and making my portrait..."

"And will you also introduce me some of your friends to fuck with?"

"Ha, but you do have a bee in your bonnet about fucking!"

"I was joking, Carlos."

"Well, who knows?" he said, pulling my leg.

I went with him. We happily spent a couple of hours with his sailor friends. Then he wanted me to go to meet his parents, after explaining me that they didn't have any hint of his sexual adventures. Carlos' parents being likeable and friendly people invited me to stop for supper. Carlos proudly told them I was a painter and I would paint his portrait.. Then with some pride they showed me the pictures of their two sons and two daughters' wedding ceremonies. Then Carlos told them he was seeing me to my house.

When we were in front of my house, I invited him to come in.

"No, thank you, or else I will stop to fuck again." He cheekily said.

"Don't you have enough stamina to do an encore?" I teased him.

"Yes, I have, but I don't like doing something in hurry like before. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, if you feel like it, we can meet just after lunch. In the morning I'm busy..."

"Alright. Where?"

"I'll come to your place. Around three o'clock?"

"Perfect. I'll wait for you."

In the morning Pedro's son came to sit. Then I went out for lunch and went back to the atelier to wait for Carlos. He came around 3:30, knocked at the door and entered. I was looking at the sketches I did him the previous day.

"Hi Shaun. Mum sends you this cake. She made it!" he proudly said.

"Thank you. Can we do some sitting, before..."

"Before what?" he mischievously asked and at once started to undress.

"... before our catch-as-catch-can match!" I answered sweetly.

He asked, "You want me to get a hard-on?"

"No, it's better not, or else we can say goodbye to the sitting!"

He was not really able to keep still long enough. It was not a problem as long as I was drawing sketches, but for the oil paintings it would become a problem. So I decided that to paint the canvass I would just use the sketches, thus I did more of them than usual.

But later in the afternoon Carlos said, "Listen, Shaun, can't you now undress too and take me onto your bed? I'm fed up with playing the nice statuettes!"

I nodded. I gestured him to follow me and after locking the entrance door, took him to the bedroom. He went on the bed and laid down, looking at me while I was undressing. When I too went on the bed, differently from the previous day, he started to make love with me with almost the same tenderness as Pablo. I didn't expect that and it was a pleasing surprise.

While we were making love, he said, "Yes, I like it better. Making love quietly, as I usually do it with my man..."

Later, while we were going on making love, he said, "Yesterday, when you went so suddenly onto my cock, I was really surprised. I really didn't expect it..."

"But you don't regret that, I should say..."

"No, on the contrary. It is just that I really didn't think you would. But, tell me now, when we went to the pub yesterday, was there one of us that you liked more than the others? One you would have liked to screw with?"

"Yes, there was one..."

"Who?"

"You!"

"Flatterer! But besides me?"

"The one with a black leather string at his neck."

"Ah, Xavier. He's got wonderful eyes, hasn't he?"

"Yes. Did you ever make love with him?"

"No, never with him. He came on our ship just last year. Moreover on board he's the telegraphist's boy."

"Was the telegraphist there, yesterday?"

"No."

"But on board, are you all couples?"

"No, not all of us, but not a few, either."

"And everybody knows about it?"

"More or less... Couples are steady. Nobody tangles with a couple... It could be dangerous, do you see?"

"Jealousy?"

"Well, yes, we could say so..."

This second time he wanted to take me first. He no longer displayed the impetuosity of the previous day, but instead a kind of virile gentleness.

"I like you a lot, Shaun." He was telling me every now and then while he was working his hot and strong pole in me.

I could feel it slipping in and out, strong, determined, firm. I liked it very much. I felt he was accelerating his rhythm, giving me more vigorous strokes, I then brushed his nipples and tightened my ass muscles to increase his pleasure. In fact in a while he was no longer able to control himself and vigorously gave vent inside me to all his enjoyment. He unloaded himself with strong spurts that I enjoyed one after another, and that seemed never to end. But he finally let himself relax on top of me, panting, and we kissed for a long time. At the end he exhaled a long sigh.

"Today has been better than yesterday, don't you think?" he asked, satisfied.

"Yes, Carlos, it has been really wonderful." I agreed and he smiled with contentment.

I let him relax on me. His heart gradually resumed his regular rhythm.

"Now it's your turn, Shaun..." he then gently said and we swapped our positions.

"But put it first into my mouth. I like doing blow jobs a lot, you know it, don't you?"

"As you like..." I consented.

He made me kneel astride his chest and made me push my pole into his mouth. I arranged the pillows under his head better so as not to get him tired. I liked looking at my shaft disappearing and appearing between his lips.

After some time, Carlos stopped and said, "Now push it into my ass. You want it, don't you?"

"Yes, Carlos..."

I slipped down between his legs and he pulled them against his chest, offering himself to me. I decided to give him some more pleasure and instead of taking him at once, I lowered my head to first lick his firm testicles, then his hole. He quivered with pleasure. I was at times licking it gently, at times vigorously, and I pushed my tongue tip in a little and worked it for a long time.

"Oh, Shaun, so you are driving me crazy! God how good! You're magic!" he panted enjoying my attention.

When he started to squirm from the intensity of the sensations I was giving him, his pole was becoming erect again, hard and throbbing, I finally decided to replace the tongue with my pole and pushed it inside him, shoving it inside to the hilt.

"Oh, yeeeessss..." he moaned receiving it all inside him, "Oh, Shaun, you've made me hot again!"

"So much the better. So you can do it to me again ..." I said excitedly, starting to pound inside him.

"You can swear on it!" he murmured, enjoying my coming and going in his hot hole. "God, how good is it, Shaun!" he panted at my strokes.

His love channel was throbbing around my hard stake. He was endlessly caressing all of my body, moaning in a low voice, seized by the pleasure.

"Harder, Shaun, please..."

"But then I'll come too fast..." I protested.

"And then we will do it again, both of us. Do it harder now, Shaun, please!" he insisted.

I complied and he smiled happily, "So, good, yes, very good..." he said and started to brush my nipples.

His whole body was jerking under my strong strokes. I accelerated and he spurred me. I threw myself in a wild gallop and he moaned just as happily.

"So, oh yes, so... how good... how great..." he was muttering, his voice hoarse with lust.

All that was arousing me even more, so that I was no more able to control myself and quite suddenly I reached the peak of my orgasm. He clung me to him while I was almost violently coming, trying to sink even further into him. He caressed me, made me relax, and we played with our tongues.

He then started again, and wanted to lick my anus as I had done to him. And finally he again took me; later I took him once more. But this second time we both were able to control ourselves in a better way and for longer. It was really good.

The following days we went on to make love between one sitting session and another. I painted four beautiful portraits of Carlos, that he too appreciated very much, even if he could not see the fourth finished. In fact, punctually, in fifteen days his ship was ready to set sail. I went to say goodbye to him at their departure and he let me meet his man.

After Carlos left, I resumed the sittings with the other models, with whom I had suspended the meetings. But now nothing more was keeping me in Valencia. Therefore I finished my portraits, thanked Pablo, prepared my luggage and left for France, after a telephone call to the Thomas' friend who was living in Marseille, with whom I arranged a meeting.

CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8

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