From: "A.K." <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Sent: Sat, October 6, 2007 6:24 am
Subject: My Ten Models 06/12 (Encounters)

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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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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"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.

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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.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7

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