Date: Tue, 09 Oct 2007 08:10:40 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: My Ten Models 07/12 (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 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.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8

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