THE INHERITANCE by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008 written on December 9, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Bob
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"THE INHERITANCE" 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.
THIRD TAPE
Lorenzo let me go and moved in front of me. I regretted the loss of those hands at my waist. He looked at me with a smile.
"You see, Stefano, that it's not difficult? You are moving well. I bet that next Saturday you will be coming onto the dance floor" he told me.
"I will never be as good as you are..." I answered.
"Who can say? You have a handsome body and you are learning to move it well. You really are a handsome boy and everybody will look at you... both boys and girls."
"I would never get tired looking at you..." I said.
"Yes, I noticed it." he said with a slight smile.
"You are so beautiful..." I said, moved, and my voice trembled.
"You too are very beautiful. There has to be a beautiful body, hidden under these clothes... And you are learning to move it in a really sensual way..." he added.
His compliment gave me pleasure. We were looking in each other eyes, smiling, going on to dance... I looked at him from head to toe... he lightly passed a hand on his fly, a fast an light gesture, almost casual, that sent shudders of anticipation all through my body.
"You are beautiful, Lorenzo..." I murmured, fascinated.
Dancing, he drew nearer to me. I trembled. One of his hands lightly touched my waist, almost in a caress. I closed my eyes, troubled. I felt him embrace me, take me tight against him... I sighed without opening me eyes. We both had stopped dancing.
His lips leaned on mine in a quick kiss that let me breathless and shuddering.
I then heard him say, "I like you so very much, Stefano."
"I too like you..." I murmured in a low voice.
He kissed me again, but this time our tongues played with each other, gently. His hands started to unbutton my shirt and I shuddered again. He undid all its buttons and pulled it out of my trousers. Then he let it slip from my shoulders and, opening the cuffs, made it fall to the floor. I confusedly thought it was like a miracle happening. He raised my T-shirt on my chest and soon I felt his lips on a nipple.
I could only emit a whispered "Oh..." full of pleasure.
"I like you, Stefano... I want you..." he whispered and I felt his hand on my fly, testing my bird. "I want you..." he again whispered, full of passion.
"Yes..." I panted, pushing my groin against that inquisitive hand.
He started again to suck my nipple with his lips, his tongue tip titillating it, his teeth gently nibbling it, sending me almost into orbit.
"Would you come with me... into the other room... on the bed?" he then asked me.
"Yes... please..." I answered, full of emotion.
I was like in a trance as he guided me to his bed.
He said to me gently, "Now, Stefano, undress me."
"Yes..." I answered.
My hands were trembling while I was raising his black turtleneck pullover from his chest. He raised his arms and I pulled it off. Then he pulled off my tank top, and I freed his from his trousers and took it off. All this seemed to happen in a dreamlike, unreal, wonderful atmosphere. We caressed each other's chest, sides, back and our chests gently brushed against each other. He kissed me on the mouth and pushed his tongue in to search for mine. I was feeling intoxicated and my head was spinning. His chest was totally hairless like mine, strong and finely chiselled. I bent to suck his nipples, which hardened at once between my lips, feeling sweet like ripe berries.
His hands busied with my belt and soon, with a sharp pull, he opened the buckle. He then unbuttoned one after another my fly buttons making me feel the back of his hand against my throbbing erection. I too then moved my hands to his belt, opened and slipped out the buckle then opened the waist button and slid the zipper slowly lower. Through the light cloth of his briefs I caressed his swollen member.
I slowly crouched down before him little by little, licking his beautiful chest firm belly while my hands were pushing down his jeans and briefs together to his knees. His beautiful erected and hard bird was in front of my face. I looked at it, fascinated - it was beautiful and desirable, a length of firm meat with smooth and velvety skin, the tip still covered by the prepuce. I caressed it making the skin slip down enough to start seeing his silky light purple head and started to tease it by inserting the tip of my tongue under his prepuce. Lorenzo gave a slight moan of pleasure and never did a sound seem to me more beautiful music.
I moved my tongue slipping it around the head until I met the connecting skin then moved it in the opposite direction. I liked doing it, mainly because I could feel I was giving him pleasure. I then closed my lips around the head and pushed down, moving my tongue against it, down, more down until my nose brushed against the thick hair of his groin. I breathed in enjoying the light musky scent of his virility and feeling drunk with it. He caressed the nape of my neck and started to slowly move back and forth in my welcoming and greedy mouth.
After some time he slipped it out and made me stand up. He slipped off his shoes then also his jeans and briefs. I was looking at him more and more fascinated. He was totally hairless apart from the thick triangle of hair in his groin and a light down on the lower part of his thighs and on the legs. He drew near me and finished undressing me then again kissed me on the mouth, brushing his hard tool against mine. "Come on the bed... let's do a sixty-nine..." he said pulling me to himself.
He then pushed me on his bed and lay down at my side head to toe; embraced and started to suck each other. I was feeling ecstatic from the pleasure, it was way too good! His balls were tight against the root of his beautiful tense bird. I could see them coming near and withdrawing at each movement of my head. I felt his warm and wet mouth on my bird sucking and licking it with real skill. I felt as if I was in heaven. His hands were tirelessly kneading my buttocks and I soon followed suit. Our bodies were pressed one against the other shuddering with passion.
His lips let go my blazing bird and went down to take care of my balls, sucking, licking, and kissing them. Then they went down again and slowly reached my throbbing hole. He teased and rimmed it with his tongue's tip. It was too good. I too let go his beautiful bird and went down to return the favour of such agreeable treatment.
Then Lorenzo turned around and made me lie on my back then he inserted his knees between my legs which he pushed upwards, raising them. He bent over me taking my head between his hands and deeply kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. He slowly made his pelvis advance until his beautiful bird, hard like an iron bar, slipped under my balls and tried to reach my well salivated hole. I spread my legs further and he pushed them down at my sides. He looked in my eyes while the tip of his bird was probing my buttocks. I put down my hands and seized it, guiding it to it's nest. I saw his smile shine in his eyes, grateful for my silent acceptance. I felt it push on my hole and relaxed then felt it opening my sphincter and quivered as I felt it gradually penetrate inside me and welcomed it.
"Tell me, do you like it?" he asked in an excited murmur while he was slowly slipping inside me.
"Oh yes, it's wonderful!" I panted, seized by a strong elation.
"How much do you like it?" he asked, going on to gradually invade me.
"So very much!"
"Since the first time I saw you I dreamed to make you mine!" he whispered, happily.
"I too, Lorenzo..." I panted, filled with joy.
I finally felt he was entirely inside me, to the root, his balls pressed against my buttocks. He then slipped his hands under my armpits and pulled on my shoulders. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. He again bent down to kiss me on the mouth and with skilled movements of his pelvis and steady strokes began to fuck me.
I was enjoying it very much - I could feel him, strong and manly, drumming inside me, almost at rhythm with the dance music still coming from the living room. His piston plunged in my cylinder unstoppable; his tongue roamed tireless in my mouth and that double penetration was throwing me into raptures. I thought he was more skilled than my friends up there in the mountains, much more skilled. I was terribly excited and my hard and stiff bird was brushing against his belly at each of his pushes and his pubes were lightly pressing my balls at each lunge. I was feeling nearer and nearer to my orgasm and instinctively started to make my hole throb. He accelerated his rhythm and I understood that he too was preparing for the final explosion.
Lorenzo was strong, vigorous, a real male in rut. I felt that his virility was exalting mine. I caressed his wide and strong back, his plunging loins, his firm and smooth sides. He accelerated his strokes and I felt I was near bursting out also without having touched myself, with my bird brushing against his belly and with the intensity of the pleasure that his rocklike bird was arousing in me at each of his strokes, massaging inside against my prostate.
I came first, embracing him tightly and moaning aloud. This seemed to set off his orgasm and I felt him spurting his hot seed inside me, jet after jet. My seed had spread between our bodies like a love glue. Love, yes, because I became aware I loved him! He now was lying on top of me, panting.
"How good, Stefano..." he murmured, and lightly kissed me on my eyelids.
We gradually relaxed, he still embedded inside me, and I could feel that his tool was softening and slowly withdrawing.
He then asked me, "Did you too enjoy it?"
"Yes, very much. You really are a young bull in heat. I like you..."
"I too like you. Do you want to be my boyfriend?" he asked me with a sweet voice.
"Oh yes, yes of course... Up on my mountains I always did it with my friends and I was missing it..."
He slipped out of me and we lay side by side, in a loose embrace.
"With your friends?" he asked me.
"Yes, we were six. When we brought our cows up to the mountain pasture nobody could see us so we did it on the meadows or in the woods... and in winter in the hayloft or in the stable, all six together."
"Did you enjoy doing it with many?"
"Yes, very much."
"So, then, would you like doing it with me and someone else?"
"Your friends?"
"Yes..."
"Well, I think I would."
"But you remain my boyfriend, do you agree?"
"Of course, alright."
Lorenzo caressed me and said, "I'm happy I found you. I was asking myself if you were gay or not... I was not able to decide."
"I desired you so very much... but didn't know how to let you understand."
"Well, we anyway got to understand each other. Do you know, Stefano, that you kiss well?"
"You do everything well..." I said curling against him.
"Well, after ten years of experience..." he said, smiling and caressing me.
"Ten years? Then you started when you were fourteen like me."
"Yes, at fourteen."
"And how did you start?"
"I was in a boarding school. A sixteen-year-old schoolmate persuaded me to suck him and taught me how to do it. I liked it at once. After a few months, each time we were able to hide, I was sucking him and also some of his friends, who sucked me... Then one of them tried to put it in my ass, but I didn't enjoy it, so afterwards I never again accepted the bottom role. But when I was sixteen I managed to persuade a schoolmate of fifteen to let me take his ass and I enjoyed that very much."
"Oh, what a pity... Then you don't take it in your ass?"
"No, I don't like it. But if you want to do it, I've some friends who would willingly let you fuck them. I enjoy only to suck and to fuck."
"That's a pity, you have a really nice little ass." I said, somewhat disappointed. But I didn't want to lose him because I liked him too much and anyway he would introduce me to his friends.
We went on chatting and caressing each other so that in a short time we both were again aroused. Lorenzo proposed another sixty-nine and I accepted at once and willingly, for I had much arrears to make up for.
I really liked Lorenzo's body and found it incredibly erotic and sexy. He had applied himself to giving me pleasure in a really exceptional way. He was licking my bird, nibbling, sucking it giving me fantastic sensations. The fact that I had just cum a short time before made that part of my body more receptive to his skilful stimulations and at the same time he was agreeably prolonging the growth of the enjoyment.
I adored giving pleasure to his body, which was also giving me pleasure, in a kind of unstoppable circle. His hands were wandering all over my body, at times light like feathers at times strong like claws, but always right and skilled about where and how to touch me. It was a feast for all my senses and those lips, that mouth, that tongue, were accomplishing miracles over all the length and the extension of my hard and hypersensitive tool.
He too seemed to enjoy my attentions at least as much as did. I could feel him quiver, become stiff and then relax, dart, tremble, moan, seized by a growing pleasure. Just the thought that in a short while I could savour his taste was intoxicating me. I felt like a hungry calf sucking from it's mother... I was feeling euphoric, delighted, and happy.
Then I felt a light trembling start from the root of my bird, up, up along my spine, becoming stronger, multiplying, amplifying until it reached the nape of my neck. All of a sudden my brain was filled by a blinding flash, like a lightning went down my back, reached the root of my bird, and flooded along my meat, imprisoned in Lorenzo's hot and wet mouth. My legs stiffened as well as my back and I erupted. I felt also Lorenzo unload his sweet liqueur directly into my throat which readily accepted it, spurt after spurt, up to the last drop, until his member, at one with mine, started to gently sag, sated after having accomplished its duty.
Lorenzo again turned around and embraced me. "Yes, I want you to be my boyfriend, Stefano." he said, tenderly, and kissed me on my mouth.
"I am, Lorenzo, I am so." I answered feeling the happiest boy in the world.
I felt that with Lorenzo it was different than with my friends in Prea. With them, having sex was just an expression of a virile friendship. With Lorenzo it was something more than that, it was a need to be united, a will to belong to each other. There was a new, special, really beautiful tenderness.
We finally left the bed and went to take a fast shower together. Meanwhile, outside, the sky had grown dark and we had to switch on the lights. We put on our clothes.
"Did you already have a boyfriend before me?" I asked him while he was pouring two drinks.
"No, never. Many friends, many adventures but never a steady boyfriend. You are the first one."
"Are you happy?"
"Yes, very much. I felt attracted by you since I first saw you."
"How come? There are other handsome boys in our class, or in the discos."
"You have a clear look, an honest face. You are simple and spontaneous and also you are beautiful. Are you happy that I'm your boyfriend?"
"Yes. You are strong and gentle at the same time, and you touch me and make love with me in a way that makes me feel important and you look at me in a way that makes me feel beautiful. I also like looking at you, both when you are clothed or naked... even though I prefer you naked."
Later I went back home. At the door, before I left, he again kissed me. I regretted having to leave him so soon.
"We will see each other again on Tuesday, at school." I said, when I was on the landing.
"Yes. I hope I can dream of you, these nights..." he said with a smile.
I went down the stairs feeling very light and went back home. I was in my room only a short time when I heard my uncle come back home. I at once went to meet him.
"Did you spend a nice day, Domenico?" I asked him.
"Yes, a wonderful one. Look how many fish I caught!" he proudly said showing me the basket. Then he asked, "And you, did you amuse yourself?"
"Yes, very much. I'm learning to dance, and I like it."
"I can believe it. When I was young I went to dances very often. That is how I met my wife."
"How did aunt die?" I then asked him.
"She died in delivery, together with our daughter. She was just twenty-four..."
"Good lord! It must have been a terrible stroke, for you."
"Yes, it has been. But then... life goes on and the wounds slowly heal..."
"But you too were young..."
"I was twenty-six."
"Why didn't you marry again?"
"Four years later I met a woman. But she was married and didn't want to leave her family to marry me. We were lovers for about ten years, then she decided we had to stop meeting."
"Why?"
"She had realised she preferred her husband to me..."
"And it took her ten years to understand that?" I asked, amazed.
"Bah... at times women are difficult to understand."
"Well, you were only forty, you still were young. So, after her?" I asked, fascinated by the story of my uncle's life.
"After her... some encounters, some adventures, nothing serious. When I was forty-five, I had as housemaid, a woman who was ten years younger than me. Her name was Sandra. She was really beautiful, cheerful, and likeable. I gradually became fond of her and, three years after she started working here for me, I started courting her... until she accepted my suit. So we started making love but she never accepted coming to live here with me because she had an old mother to care for. I told her I wanted to marry her... She then confessed to me that she was separated from her husband, but didn't want to divorce because she was a Catholic... Anyway she was coming to bed with me and she was taking the pill, even though the pope said it was a sin... Be that as it may, we went on making love for seven years. Then one day she told me she had to resign and leave me because her mother wanted to go back to her village and so she had to move with her. So I again remained alone."
"You were only fifty-two... you could still find someone..."
"No, in a way I was feeling tired. I would have liked to have a child, but none of the woman I had had could or wanted to give me one..."
"You have me, now..." I said, with all my heart.
He smiled and said, "Do you really want to be as a son for me?"
"Sure, I'm feeling really happy with you."
"I was planning to adopt you, so that when I'll die all that belongs to me becomes yours..."
"It's not for that that I want to stay with you. It's because I like you." I sincerely said.
"No, I promised it and will do it. If your parents agree, I will soon start the adoption's procedures."
"There is no hurry, Domenico..."
"No, one never knows. Nobody knows how much life he still has."
Tina had left the supper ready so we had just to heat it in the microwave oven. So while my uncle was having a shower and changing, I prepared our meal then we ate. My uncle told me some more details of his life and also how he transformed his father's second hand dealer's business in that of an antiquarian, which he now had. He told me also of the swindles he had suffered but also of the good businesses he had carried out. He was able to tell things in such a fascinating way that I would have liked listening to him for hours.
We went to bed late but could sleep until late as on Monday mornings the shop didn't open. The following morning my uncle went to see his lawyer and told him to start the adoption paperwork. As I was already eighteen, we didn't need my parents assent but my uncle said that he wanted it for the sake of correctness. Thus, after his lawyer prepared a declaration, on Thursday he left in the shop just Anselmo and we went together in his car to Prea to meet my parents.
They just asked me if I was happy with the adoption, and when I said I was, they at once signed the paper after my uncle filled it in with their data. We stopped there for lunch. That day I had not time to see my friends, because soon after the meal we at once left to go back to Turin.
That evening, when I went to school, I told Lorenzo that my uncle was taking all the needed steps to adopt me.
"Will you then change your family name?" he asked me.
"No, as my uncles' family name is Boetto like mine." I explained to him.
We agreed to go again to a disco on the following Saturday and Lorenzo asked me if, after the disco, I wanted to sleep at his place.
"It would be great," I said, "but I have first to ask my uncle..."
When I asked Domenico if on the night between Saturday and Sunday I could sleep out, he didn't ask me where or with whom.
"Of course you can, Stefano. You don't need to ask me. When you have the intention to spend the night outside, it's enough you just inform me you will not come back home so that I don't worry."
"Thank you, Domenico."
"Don't mention it. I too have been a youth. But do you still have preservatives?"
"Yes, thank you. And in case I can go to buy then at the chemist, don't worry."
"You should always have some with you, in any case. At times occasions come when you don't think of them. If you don't have them there, you could be tempted to do it all the same and it could be risky."
"Sure, Domenico, don't worry." I answered with a smile.
But being foolhardy, I didn't think I had to use them with a man. To me a condom was the means not to get a girl pregnant and I knew I wasn't running such a risk. Also with venereal diseases, I thought that it was only women who could infect men... I was really na•ve.
Saturday evening I went to a disco with Lorenzo. This time he took me to the Epic, outside of Turin and it was a gay disco. I liked the thought that there could exist discos for gay people only. One at least could be sure about the preferences and tastes of the people he met there, and even more than that, one could dance safely and in peace with his boyfriend. That evening I also discovered the existence of lesbians and transvestites. I really felt I still was an inexperienced young man.
That evening Lorenzo introduced to me two of his friends, Claudio and Dario. Claudio owned a bookshop, was thirty-years-old, had dark, curly hair, round small glasses and a wide smile. Dario, in contrast, was twenty-eight, was a TV make-up artist, was about 180 centimetres tall, and was slender, almost thin. He had brown, smooth and short hair with a left parting, light brown eyes, his nose a little hooked and his lips were just a little fleshy. Both of them seemed to be likeable people.
We chatted for a while then, finally, I went to dance. At first I was feeling somewhat awkward, shy and embarrassed; I had the impression that everybody was looking at me. But soon I noticed two things - one is that it was not true that they looked at me more than they did at other boys, and the second is that many were dancing less well than me. I then took heart again, started to move more self-assuredly, and amused myself.
When I went back to sit near my friends, I was feeling hot, a little tired but satisfied. Lorenzo complimented me on my dancing.
"With a master like you..." I answered.
"Did you teach him?" Claudio asked.
"Yes, sure."
"How many lessons did you give him?"
"Just one." Lorenzo answered.
"Oh, well, then the boy has a talent!" Claudio said, then added, "I would like to discover his other hidden talents..." and all laughed.
Lorenzo said, "I can assure you that his hidden talents are remarkable!"
"Wow! Tell us..." Claudio said, interested.
"More than hearing Lorenzo tell us about them, I would like to experience them..." Dario said, cunningly caressing my thigh.
Being the centre of their attentions was embarrassing but exciting. I asked myself with which of them I would like having sex, and for a while I evaluated them. At the end I concluded that I liked both of them, even though making a comparison, Lorenzo was the one coming out as a winner.
We danced some more. I became aware that after all each one was dancing by himself, just out of the pleasure to move, or to be looked at, but that at times one was exhibiting himself for just one other, looking at each other in the eyes and up and down the body, with a conspiratorial and seductive air. I then moved and went to dance in that way in front of Lorenzo. I wanted to tell him, so, that he was the one I liked more... and I think he understood it. Looking at him I noticed that the cloth of his trousers was starting to stretch over his fly, so betraying the hard-on I was giving him just dancing by in front of him. I was happy, satisfied, it was as if I discovered having a power over him.
When, around two o'clock, he asked me whether I wanted to go home or preferred to stay there some more. As I read in his eyes an evident desire, I answered I was longing to be alone with him on his bed.
So we said goodbye to the friends and went home. Being on his bike at his back, my arms around his body, was really agreeable. I was amusing myself making him feel my erection against his ass and lowered my hands between his legs to finger his erection.
"Stefano, if you don't stop," he shouted, "you'll make me come in my trousers!"
I then took away my hands but he shouted again, "No, let them there, I like it. Just don't rub too much or I'll really come."
When we finally got in his courtyard, he locked his bike with a chain and we flew upstairs to his apartment. We both were terribly excited. We feverishly freed ourselves of our clothes leaving them on the floor along the way to the bed. We were embracing and kissing filled with passion and desire. A passion that subsided only at dawn when the first light found us agreeably worn out.
CONTINUES IN TAPE 4
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