Date: Sun, 06 Jan 2002 20:11:12 +0000
From: The Hessian <hessian_the@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Drawn Marine

Disclaimer : This story contains scenes of sex between
males. If it bothers you, leave this page.
Note : I appreciate any comments, suggestions etc. and
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One more thing: English is not my native language , so
sorry for the mistakes.

My drawn Marine by The Hessian

I dedicate this story to a beautiful soldier boy whom I
love and respect.

After the tenth drawing the 'creation' is nothing but a
series of automatic movements, when the coal moves on
the paper almost by itself. I could hear the noise of
the passers-by , felt them moving around me and saw them
as colourful patches walking on the pavement - but I
stayed outside. I was terribly hot and felt the little
drops of sweat on my back.

He was an incredibly fat man sitting on the little chair
opposite me. His wife urged him to have his portrait
made- 'just for fun'. But where is the fun? -I would
have asked. Certainly not for me. While I was drawing ,
they were continuously chatting, which made me quite
irritated. Of course I did my best because I needed
every cent. Still, it was impossible to forget about my
boredom, not to think of the dozens of characterless
faces I had drawn so far, ignore the bad feeling that it
was prostitution with my artistic skills. I started to
feel sick and felt happy when his portrait was finally
ready. My client seemed to be satisfied - his generous
tip showed how very much he wished to have what he was
given.

I was busy fastening a new sheet of paper on my drawing
board when a shadow fell on me and I rather felt than
saw somebody sit heavily on the chair opposite me.
'Colour or charcoal?' I asked without having a look at
my new model.
'You name' I heard him answer. The tone of his voice
made me jerk up my head. I almost moaned audibly. Just a
few steps from me was sitting one of the most beautiful
creatures of the universe : a young Marine boy . As he
was sitting , it was difficult to tell his height but I
was sure that he was much taller than me. His tight 'n'
high haircut didn't reveal too much hair but its dark
brown colour beautifully emphasised his bluest blue
eyes.
He was sitting there comfortably, lazily , staring at me
with those huge eyes with radiant self-confidence. Even
being so close to such a raunchy boy made me rock hard.

My boredom evaporated in no time and I decided that his
portrait must be drawn in colour. It was a sheer
pleasure to make his portrait. I devoted all my
attention to his face, examining every little
irregularity on it, which made his face so lovely. He
obviously enjoyed being examined so thoroughly. Whenever
I looked up to have a closer look at a certain feature,
he caught my eyes looking into them deeply. I tried to
go on with my drawing but I found it more and more
difficult, especially when I saw his hand falling on his
crotch, gently massaging his rising erection. I almost
dropped my charcoal crayon and didn't dare to look
around to inspect the reaction of the passers-by. He was
sitting back , exposing a huge bulge in his trousers.
His lips were slightly parted, all his demeanour
inviting. I involuntarily licked my lips. My eyes darted
to his tanned hand - and I felt as if the time had come
to  a standstill.  'Oh god, one more sec and I'll cum
into my pants' I thought. When I finally resumed drawing
I felt my mouth dry and my hands were trembling a bit.

The result of this exciting posing was one of my best
works. The face looking at me from the picture was
immensely masculine, tempting and very much eager to be
kissed, caressed, licked and fucked. I couldn't get
enough of looking at it. When I finally was able to take
my eyes off it and was ready to give it to its owner I
turned to stone: he was not there! He simply
disappeared.
'What the fuck....!' I didn't know what to think. He
left without saying a word, without paying me and with a
painfully swollen cock.

Days went by and I didn't find my place. Of course I
continued to make portraits but I found even the
pretties face dull and expressionless. I couldn't get
him out of my head and searched the crowd for him day by
day -  in vain. But at least I had the picture. At
nights my mind was full of lustful fantasies, all
involving this hot soldier. I spent these night
masturbating wildly, aiming my cock at the picture,
cumming all over the beautiful , drawn face. These jerk-
off sessions brought me only temporary release and
afterwards I felt my need for him even more unbearable.

Kneeling on the pavement I was busy packing my stuff
after an incredibly hot day. I was thirsty and longed
for a good shower when I heard a somehow familiar
'hello' from above my head.
'Jesus, it must be him!' I thought.
From my squatting position his figure seemed even more
powerful. It was an exciting feeling to see him towering
above me, looking down at me smiling, with his hands on
his hips, slightly rocking on his heels. He stretched
out a hand and made me stand up. I liked the feeling of
his hand. Even this short contact made me hard.
'We'd better go now' - he said.
He led me to  a nearby apartment.
'It's all I could arrange for this - he said when we
entered. I was wordless as if in a trans.  He took my
hand and led me to the bedroom. Then he left me for some
minutes. He returned with some cans of beers. The first
two went down in complete silence. Then he finally
completed the silence introducing himself:
'I'm Andy. And you?'
'I'm Mike. Why did you disappear? I thought I have lost
you!'
'Sorry for that . But .... I was sure I 'd find you.'-
he answered.
'Look, I'm dying for a shower and ...'

I enjoyed the feeling of the splashing water on my skin.
It was tepid and refreshing but it would have been
pretty  far from heavenly without Andy's knowing hands
fingering me all over. He ordered me not to do anything
- so I left him do his little magic on me. He was
soaping me down thoroughly from my head to toes,
pleasantly massaging my tired muscles, rubbing me
lovingly. While cleaning me, he was continuously
speaking to me but so quietly that I couldn't understand
his words. His voice was reassuring, monotonous, chant-
like. I felt pleasantly dazed, my eyelids were heavy, I
seemed to feel his touch everywhere on my skin at the
same time. He embraced my waist from behind, pulled me
back hard, pressing his body against mine. It was a kind
of shock to realise how strong he was - his beautifully
sculptured Marine body engulfed mine. All of a sudden I
understood that it was what I wanted. I wanted to be
eaten up by him, I wanted him to take control over my
body and mind.

Lying on his bed my eager body, all its little cells
were aching for his touch.
'You are beautiful' - he said - 'and I will take care of
you good and proper, boy.'
He was a sort of sitting on my thighs , I felt his heavy
balls pressing against my skin. He looked down at me
smiling with those cute dimples on his face. He ran his
hands over my face, my lips, gently pushing his fingers
into my mouth. I licked them playfully, softly biting
his fingerprints. Then he put his lips on mine kissing
me deeply. . He was moaning through our kissing mouths
and his wet lips  felt so good ....! He moved his lips
across my ear, not actually touching it but I felt his
hot breathe on it, heard him slightly patting, his voice
was gravely with lust as he said: 'I'll touch you in
just the right way, baby' - then a sec later his tongue
entered my ear, licking it with tiny movements.
I was breathing in swallow gasps and my heart skipped a
beat when I felt his hot palm wrapped around my cock,
gently stroking it. I arched my body with each of his
down-stroke, trying  to increase the pressure on my
cock.

By now he had thrown my legs over his shoulders and
tried to find a better angle to enter me. He aimed his
dick at my hole, I felt it touching warmly my sensitive
ring. Then he applied pressure and just in a sec he was
all up there in me. His immense closeness overwhelmed
me. I disappeared, stopped to exist, only his beautiful,
blue -eyed warrior existed, fucking me rhythmically,
again chanting something in a shooting, loving voice.
Then there was nothing else just his demanding body. I
felt all his muscles as he was hammering my butts, felt
his sweat cool my feverish body. My hands were blindly
groping for something on the blanket, the blood was
pounding in my ears. I heard myself begging him to fuck
my brains out because  that was what I needed, I heard
myself shouting, begging him to fuck the hell outta me.
When he threw his head back and blasted my guts with
jets after jets of hot fuck cream, his orgasm shook our
bodies and I felt every little jerky motions. Then he
was just lying on top of me, breathing hard, covered
with sweat , satisfied.

Oh my god, I had imagined this not-earthly scene so many
times before.! I felt like a king. Andy was kneeling in
front of me, calmly, waiting, his wonderful blue eyes
screwed up to me. What a heavenly feeling... I was
lazily stroking my cock in front of his cute Marine
face. My dickhead was shiny from my precum and Andy's
saliva. I touched his face with my cock, softly rubbing
my dickhead against his eyelids, nose and cheeks,
leaving behind my precum all over on his pretty boyface
as if drawing his face again-this time with my cock. Now
his sexy face was alive, with a ready look in his eyes,
the soft lips to be wrapped around my cock, the deep
throat to swallow my ropy, sweet cum. First I made my
dickhead slidden into his velvet -like mouth ( Oh guys,
only Marines have this velvet-like mouths!). His tongue
was examining all contour of my sensitive part sending
bolts of electricity trough my body. He pulled me into
him seeking my buttocks with his hands. I was half-way
down in his busy mouth and he was washing my tool
thoroughly, tasting it with a worshipping tongue. By
then I was so close to cumming that suddenly I held his
head and pushed my cock deep down into his throat, up to
my balls. It took him off duty. I saw tears were burning
in his eyes from the efforts to accept me all but he did
his best to give me a heavenly blowjob. Right in the
last sec I decided to pull out to cum all over his hot
face, covering his eyes, nose and lips with my
immeasurable man juice. When in the next moment I looked
down at him from my standing position I knew that it was
the moment I longed for . to see this magnificent Marine
boy kneeling in front of me naked, his skin is shiny
from my cum , with a grateful look in his eyes as if he
was saying 'thank you'.

When in the morning I woke up I found the bed empty.. He
disappeared - this tome forever- leaving behind only
his portrait and a pleasant memory which always makes me
smile and fills me with gently feelings.