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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.