My name, which isn't really of any consequence, but it is Martin Reynolds, and I like to think that I am a budding artist. Drawings, sketches and the like, spending a lot of my time in museums copying any statue that takes my fancy.
Fancy isn't really the correct word to use for what attracts me the most are those of any young male for with me being gay, I think you would understand the subjects I would pay the most attention too. I'm twenty four years of age, fair haired, both top and bottom, blue to green eyes and with tongue in cheek, a fairly good body and decently hung. I've quite often done drawings of myself by posing before a full length mirror to do these, liking those where I am sporting an erection. But these I do not ever display for obvious reasons.
What changed my life somewhat was when on hearing of some dowager Duchess who had quite a few statues in her mansion that I wrote to her saying what my profession was and that I would like to see those that were at present in her mansion. It was a lovely letter in reply that she sent, inviting me to visit and see her collection.
With a date being fixed, I duly turned up on the specified day and time and was made most welcome. I was given tea as we both talked of our love for sculptured figures which, after our tea, was shown round. She had over twenty sculptured statues and statuettes to show me and there was one which struck me as being the most beautiful one I had ever seen. To me, it was far superior to that of David by Michelangelo and instantly fell in love with it.
It was of a young man, naked, standing, about my height, sculptured out of marble that made me break out in goose pimples at the sensuous expression on the face. For I had the sudden desire to move up and kiss this marble figure and stroke the penis that was between the thighs, but because of being conducted by the Duchess, refrained from doing so. But, it had aroused me to the extent that I had to cover my front with the papers I was carrying so that she couldn't see the sudden expansion of the front of my trousers.
With the tour finished and being offered a glass of sherry, which I accepted, I then waxed lyrical over such a wonderful collection and begged her permission to visit again to do some drawings of some of her delightful collection. I flattered her enough for her to give me permission to do just this and we set a date not far off in the future.
In fact it was for a week later but before this time came round, I was able to draw from the imprinted vision in my mind of that particular statue that I found later that my drawing from just the seeing of it once was almost perfect in all its glory.
On the appointed day and at the correct time, I presented myself at the mansion of the Duchess and was warmly greeted. I followed inside until I was in front of the first statuette. She watched me for a short time before taking her leave and left me alone to carry on with my sketching of this piece. When finished, I walked through to the hall where my statue was, I called it mine, for I just loved to gaze at the beauty of it and wished that I possessed it.
I moved closer and began to stroke s shoulder and could see over this and through a window, saw that the Duchess was out walking across the lawn with two dogs and knew that I was now alone in the mansion with my statue. I began to stroke both arms, feeling the coolness of the marble, wishing that it was bare flesh and feeling the need to make it warm, moved in closer and held it in my arms and then kissed the cool lips. I made believe that it was kissing me back as I ran my hands up and down his back. I was now referring it as him now as I kissed his neck before moving down and kissed as well as sucked on each nipple. All thoughts of the Duchess left my mind as I slowly went down onto my knees, running my tongue down over the flat but muscled stomach until I reached the flaccid penis which I took into my mouth to suck and tease with my tongue. Oh how I wished that I could make it come erect for me to really pleasure him and then at the same time have the pleasure of having him come in my mouth.
My hands had moved round his back and began to run them over the firm cheeks of his backside, pulling him towards me as I carried on with my sucking of his cock. In the doing of this, I had roused myself and my own was beginning to hurt me, so I pulled down the zip of my trousers and pulled out my own throbbing cock and as I continued on my sucking of him, jerked myself off and came all over his lower legs.
I could only imagine in my mind that as I spent myself over his legs that he had at the same time come in my mouth for me to savour before swallowing his seed. I reluctantly pulled my head back off of him, giving his penis a final kiss before rising up and kissing him again on those cool lips and thanked him for the pleasure that I had received. I was fantasising I know, but for those few minutes he was flesh and blood to me and couldn't stop myself from moving round behind him and let him feel my still hard cock being pressed up tight to the cheeks of his ass, wishing that they could part for me to enter and really make love to him.
It was only when my tumescence began to wilt did I moved back round him, putting my cock back inside my trousers did I then take out my handkerchief and wipe my sperm from his legs, licking some of this off before putting it back into my pocket. I gave him one final kiss before leaving him o go and do another drawing of another statue before the Duchess returned to offer me some tea. This I accepted and followed her back to her lounge where tea was served by a maid as she looked at my drawings and was very pleased with my efforts. In fact, she liked them so much, she commissioned me to do drawings of all of them for her to have them framed for her gallery.
This put me over the moon for it would mean I would be able to spend at least a month with my statue for me to kiss and make love to while there. Which I did for several weeks, taking my time in doing her drawings very carefully. As slowly as I did these, the time finally came when all were completed which would me then not being able to gaze and stroke and fondle my statue as well as my making love to it. But fate or luck, whichever way you look at it, it was not my last time of seeing my statue when I said my goodbyes to her with a nice cheque in my pocket.
It was only a week later that I was in one of the town's galleries seeing if they had added anything else that was worth my sketching when without really looking, turned round and bumped into somebody who was behind me.
I dropped my portfolio case that I had been carrying in a state of shock at the young man that I was now facing, for he was the spitting image of my statue here in the flesh before me. I'm sure that my face had gone white at suddenly seeing him there before me. The face was the same as was the expression and he could have been the original that the statue had been copied from but that was impossible for the statue was at least a hundred years old whereas he looked to be around the same age as myself.
I stammered out my apologies for bumping into him and quickly bent down to pick up my case, noting that he was clothed as I stood up.
'I...I'm sorry, but you have given me a shock,' I stuttered and his face changed slightly with a look of query in his eyes. 'Please, if you have a moment, I would like to show you something. A drawing that I have with me,' and pulled his arm towards a seat that was close by. He still had that look but still followed me and sat down beside me as I opened my case and pulled out the drawing of my statue.
He took it from me as I passed it over and he looked at it for several minutes before speaking.
'It's a drawing of me,' he said, and just the sound of his voice made my cock start to rise, for he spoke in such a lovely soft tone.
'N...no,' I stuttered again. 'It's of a statue that I did a few weeks ago. It gave me quite a shock to see how much you resembled my drawing. My name is Martin Reynolds,' I said, holding my hand out towards him.
'Mine's David,' and my heart skipped a beat, 'David Collins, and I must say that it's a beautiful drawing.'
