The Inheritance

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.

SIXTH TAPE

When I was twenty years old I met Giacomo and Mattia. To be correct I first met Giacomo, a twenty-five years old boy working as a model. I met him in our shop. He came in when I was alone to attend the customers, as Anselmo was working in the back-room and Domenico went to see a man and to evaluate some items that this man wanted to sell.

As Giacomo came in he at once attracted my attention. He had a nice head of black curly hair, hazelnut eyes lightened by golden specks, fleshy and sensual lips, a small nose and a perfect oval face. He was looking for a glass or crystal "rosolio" set of the last century. I showed him the one we had, but he seemed rather dis-satisfied with it.

Rather suddenly he told me, with extreme naturalness, "It is for a gift for my man's birthday - he is turning thirty-nine and he really loves objects of the 19th century..."

I looked at him with renewed interest, "I suggest I would give to my man this table pendulum-clock. With these two handsome nude men, I think it would be rather appropriate..." I told him, showing him a clock of the '30s.

"Is it of the last century?"

"Not really. It is of the fascist period, but the nude men are really appealing, don't you think?"

He touched with a light caress the two statuettes holding the clock. "Yes, they are nicely sculpted... I think he would appreciate them..."

"It is rather expensive, but possibly..." I told him showing him the price tag.

"It doesn't matter. It's worth that price, for my Mattia."

I then asked him, "How long have you been together?"

"Three years. He did my first book for my modelling career."

"Is he a photographer?"

"Yes, and a very good one. He shot me really beautiful pictures that smoothed the way for me."

"I don't think it would be difficult to take beautiful pictures to a handsome boy like you..." I then said.

He looked at me, then asked, "Do you have... a boyfriend?"

"No, we split a few months ago. I'm free, at present."

"And yet, you too are a really handsome boy. I think that my Mattia would like you."

"As a model, or..."

"Both things, I think."

"Then it will be better he doesn't see me." I said with a smile.

"But why? Wouldn't you like doing a nice threesome?" he asked with a cunning smile then added, "I would like a threesome with you."

I didn't have any hint about how could that Mattia be, but I was feeling really attracted to Giacomo. Thus I told him, "Then we can meet and... the proof of the pudding..."

"... is in the eating." he concluded with a smile.

He paid for the pendulum-clock and I prepared a nice gift package. Giacomo wrote me down his address, and I wrote him mine and we agreed we would meet again.

I felt excited at the prospect. Even if Mattia turned out not to be so handsome, I liked Giacomo very much. He had a small, perfect arse and a full, attracting basket. A few days later the boy rung up to give me a date.

They were living in Statuto Square, in a wide and luminous attic where Mattia had also his photographic studio. When I rang the doorbell, Giacomo came to open, showed me in and introduced me his man.

Mattia was a little taller than Giacomo, who anyway was around 180 cm tall. He had a short moustache and a square face. I noticed they both were wearing identical rings.

"Giacomo told me you are a really handsome boy, and he was just right. It's a real pleasure meeting you, Stefano." the man said offering me his hand. Then, having me sit in the lounge, Mattia said, "He and I are used to always go around our home stark naked... Would it be a problem for you undressing with us?"

I looked at him rather surprised - I hadn't anticipated such a request, but then nodded in assent and smiled. After all it could be amusing and I knew that sooner or later we would undress. So we went in the nude.

They offered me a drink and we chatted as Mattia showed me some albums with his best shots, including some really beautiful male nudes, all in black and white.

While entertaining me, Giacomo and Mattia were sitting half-embraced like any loving couple, but seeing both of them in the nude excited me. At first I felt somewhat ashamed but then, seeing their naturalness I just didn't take notice any more.

Mattia's body was a little stockier than that of Giacomo, but was anyway agreeable. Giacomo's body was really beautiful.

After a while when were chatting Mattia suggested, "Stefano, I would like to take some photographs, both of you alone and with Giacomo. How would you feel about that?"

"Yes... sure." I answered.

We went to his studio. Mattia set some spots and the camera. He first took some shots of me alone, then with Giacomo - he asked us to touch each other, to kiss while he was shooting so that, first the both of us than also Mattia were soon displaying glorious erections.

"You are really photogenic..." Mattia told me.

I was feeling the situation incredibly arousing. I was feeling a strong desire to make love with those two beautiful men but I didn't dare make the first move, also because I rightly thought that Mattia was not interested in shooting pornographic pictures.

But after he had shot his fourth film, Mattia came near us and vigorously embracing both of us kissed us on the mouth. Giacomo then moved at my back and squatted to lick my arse, sinking his face between my buttocks. My prick, already hard, jumped up becoming even harder. Mattia knelt in front of me and holding my balls with one hand, started to lick all along my rod then to carefully suck it. Those two mouths were driving me mad - it was way too arousing.

After a while both of them stood up and made me turn. Matttia guided me to penetrate his boyfriend and when I was well embedded into him, came at my back and in his turn penetrated me. He took both of us in a tight embrace. I then started to move my pelvis back and forth between the two bodies so that with each of my movements I was penetrated and was penetrating. It was a really good and enjoyable feeling!

We went on in that way for some time then we parted. Giacomo lay down on a fur, on a bench and raised his legs high. Mattia put them on his shoulders and started to fuck him. Giacomo bent his head backwards inviting me to use his mouth. I slipped my rod between his lips then Mattia embraced me from above his boyfriend's body so that he could kiss me on my mouth, while we both were hammering both ends of Giacomo and enjoying both his welcoming openings.

But I too wanted to experience such a position so after some time I went on all fours on the carpet offering myself to both lovers. Giacomo slipped under me to unite with me in a sixty-nine, and Mattia knelt behind me and again took me starting to hammer me with a will. After a few minutes we three came, one after the other - first Giacomo directly in my throat, then I in his greedy mouth that sucked me to the last drop and finally my sphincter, palpitating because of my orgasm, made Mattia orgasm and filled me with his hot cream.

We lay down, one on the other in a disordered pile, panting and satisfied. But Giacomo was not yet sated, so he started to suck his man and me until he made us get a new hard-on and again aroused. We then took Giacomo in turns, swapping positions from his arse to his mouth, until first Mattia then I too poured into his rectum a new load of hot lava. When we were again quiet we went to shower all three together. We dried each other and went to sit again in the lounge where Giacomo served us some pastries and Porto wine. Mattia, with a satisfied smile, said to me, "Giacomo was right to tell me it was worth inviting you." "And for me it has been worth accepting your invitation:" I joyfully repliede.

We met several other times. Differently from when I had threesomes in the past, it was evident that Giacomo and Mattia were fitting very well together - they were really getting on well and really in love with each other. We met again for almost one year that is until they moved to Milan where both of them were offered a really good job.

I was now twenty-one and had a few short adventures with other boys, agreeable occasions but always without a sequel - I don't even remember their names. They were boys I met at the gay disco or at the gay sauna that I had started to attend.

One day Domenico told me that our neighbour, an old man in his eighty-fifth year had decided to move to a rest home and to sell his small apartment. Domenico thus thought to buy it, to connect it to our apartment, restore it to get some space for our guests. He asked me what I thought of it, and I said it was a really good idea.

So he bought it and looked for a renovation firm. An architect came to carry out a survey and to get the plan so that he could make a project. After we examined it and discussed and modified it with the architect, we approved it. The firm then sent us a mason to start the work. Domenico asked me to stay at home both to check on the work and also because of having to open a door between the two apartments, it was better to have somebody at home all the time. Tina was also in the home but the mason was always coming at 8 in the morning while Tina came at 10 and she often had to go out on some errands. Thus on the first morning I waited for the mason, to open for him the door of the other apartment.

When he came, I was slightly surprised - he was an Arab of about twenty-five, slender and tall around 180 cm, wearing a white overall and a light blue shirt. He had a really beautiful face, long and tapered hands, piercing eyes. I looked at him feeling fascinated.

"I'm the mason from the RiCoIm Company, Sir." He said with a good Italian accent and with a deep and warm voice that at once made me feel quivers of desire.

"Oh, good. I'll open the door for you. Come." I said and guided him to the near apartment.

He entered, toured all the rooms then said, "I'll go downstairs to fetch my tools sir. Can you leave this door open please?"

"Yes, of course. Do you need some help?"

"No, no, thank you, I can manage alone." he answered with an enchanting smile.

I went back to the apartment. I heard him coming up and going down several times, then I heard him starting to work. After a while I thought to go to see what he was doing. The door to the landing was half open.

I went in and asked, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, alright, sir. I have now to eliminate all that is to be discarded, then I can start to make the new works."

Somewhat amazed, I asked him, "But are you doing all the work alone?"

"Yes, I'm expert and in twos we would just bother each other."

"Your Italian is really good. Is it a long time you have been in Italy?"

"Six years."

"Where are you from?"

"Palestine. From Jericho, do you know of it?"

"Yes, even though I never went there. Are you here with your family?"

"No, alone."

"Did you leave your wife in Jericho?" I then asked him.

He smiled, "No, I'm not married. I'm alone." Then he asked me, "Are you married, sir?"

"Neither married nor with a girlfriend." I told him, looking straight in his eyes.

He nodded in assent and started again to work. He was taking down all the old bathroom tiles.

"I let you work..." I then said and went to the other apartment.

Tina was in the kitchen. I went in to have a glass of water.

"God knows how long we will have to stand all this noise!" she said.

"Just think when he has to open the joining door, then! Noise and plenty of dust!" I said, merrily.

"Yes, I would have to cover everything with old clothes and nylons. And anyway everything will be full of dust!"

"You know, the mason is an Arab."

"Oh, we are invaded by Moroccans."

"He is not a Moroccan, but a Palestinian."

"It's all the same!" Tina said.

I knew it was useless to contradict her, so I didn't object.

I went to my room and put on some music, but the noise coming from the other apartment was preventing me from enjoying it, so I switched off the stereo. The mason worked there for about ten hours and around seven p.m. he rang the doorbell to give me back the key.

"I'll come tomorrow morning at eight. Is it alright?"

"Yes, of course. I will be here waiting for you."

I looked at him while he was taking the elevator to go down. He was moving with elegance, with a supple grace. I was feeling strongly attracted to that young man. I had heard that all the Arabs are more or less bisexual and asked myself if by chance also that handsome mason was also. I would have liked it even though almost surely he would play only the "top", the "male" part.

The following morning he rang the bell, absolutely punctual. I went to open the door, the keys of the other apartment in my hand.

"Good morning, sir." he said with a nice smile.

"Good morning. My name is Stefano, don't call me sir..."

"Alright. My name is Malik."

"A nice name, Malik."

"In Italian it means king..." he said with another smile.

"Even nicer, then." I said giving him the keys.

"Also Stefano is a good name, it sounds nice." he said with a wider and even more appealing smile.

He had very white and perfect teeth that his light terracotta colour skin made catch the eye. Without thinking it over, I told him so. He looked at me with a light smile and made a nod like to thank me.

He then said, "Well, I'm going to work."

"Yes, good. If you need something, I'll be there."

"Thank you. You are really kind, Stefano." he said and went to open the door of the other apartment.

I went back to my own. The more I looked at Malik, the more I was finding him seductive, beautiful, desirable. I heard him starting to use his hammer and chisel. I thought he was taking down the kitchen tiles... It was mid morning when I thought to go and see what he was doing. I really just wanted to look at him, to talk with him and to enjoy his presence. The apartment door was half open as usual. I went in and went to the kitchen.

"Hi, Malik. Is everything alright?"

"Yes, Stefano, alright. In a short while I'll be finished with the tiles. Then I have to move and change some pipes and to make the passage for the new electric wiring pipes. After that I will make an opening in the wall for the connecting door so all this noise will be over. I hope I can do all this tomorrow so I will not bother you more with all this noise."

"Don't worry about that, Malik."

"The less I bother you, the better it will be, won't it?" he said with his usual splendid smile.

"Would you like some fresh drink?"

"Thank you but don't bother. I've got a bottle of water."

"No, no trouble at all. Would you like a coffee?"

"Well, yes, a good, warm and strong coffee as you Italians do..." he said.

"I'll go to prepare it." I said.

A few minutes later I was back with a tray, two cups, the sugar pot, the coffee pot and the small cream jug.

"I'm having a coffee with you." I said.

"Thank you. You are really kind to have your coffee with me..." he said, then added, "You have no prejudices..."

"I? Of course not."

"Italian people generally don't like Arabs or North Africans..."

"That's not so in my case. And you, particularly... I like you very much." I said and bit my lips fearing I had said too much.

It had slipped out of my lips, but he didn't seem to care. I was looking at his elegant hand turning the sugar in the coffee. He had a gold ring on his right hand, a plaited ring. He noticed I was looking at it.

"Do you like my ring?" he then asked me.

"It's beautiful, original."

"It was made in Turkey. It's the present of a friend there in Jericho... a souvenir."

"It is plaited golden wire, isn't it?"

"It is like a puzzle. If I pull it out from my finger, it opens like a chain..." he explained me and taking it away, he showed me. "Then it is really difficult to put it together again, if you don't know the trick. Look... so..." he said and with a few fast moves he remade the ring and slipped it again on his finger.

"Wow..." I just said.

He smiled and drank his coffee. "It's very good. Thank you."

"Here in Italy we say that a real man has to be like a good coffee - strong, sweet and hot..."

"Ah, I never heard that..." he said then added, "So, then, I could possibly be a real man."

I looked at him, curiously. He again smiled at me, then excused himself and started to work again. I left him to his job and went back with the tray. Around one o'clock, when I heard he had stopped working, I went again to see him. He was sitting on a crate and was taking out of his bag some sandwiches.

"Do you have something to drink?"

"Yes, a bottle of water."

"Of course, you can't drink wine, am I right?"

"Oh yes, at times I drink some wine."

"Really? But Arabs can't drink alcohol..."

"No, not Arabs, but Muslims. But I'm a Christian, a Copt."

"Ah, then I'll offer you some wine... it is way better than just water."

"Don't bother..."

"No, no, no trouble at all."

I was back soon with a bottle of fresh wine and a glass. He thanked me, poured half a glass of wine and raised the glass towards me.

"To your health... and to your desires..." he said with a slightly sly smile.

"To my... desires?" I asked him, somewhat amazed at that unusual toast.

"Yes... Don't you have desires?"

"Well... yes, of course..."

"So, then, I wish you to realize them."

"All of them?" I asked, jokingly.

"One above all... the one you are thinking about in this moment..." he answered, looking straight to my eyes.

I felt troubled and asked myself if he really could guess I was feeling a growing desire for him.

"The one I'm thinking now?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Even if it doesn't concern me alone, but also another person?"

"Sure." he said and gave a light caress between his legs.

I asked myself if that gesture was casual or made for me... and I felt nervous. Malik stood up, went to close the apartment door then came back to the kitchen.

"And possibly that person is feeling your same desire..." he said stopping in front of me and passed again his hand lightly on his fly.

After all was happening exactly what I had hoped for, what I really desired... and yet I felt even more nervous.

"I have to... leave you, now..."

"You don't really want to leave. We both know it." he said with a low voice, looking at me in a provocative way.

"My dinner is ready, and..." I said hesitantly, but without moving.

He was still looking me in the eyes. "The is no hurry, right?"

"I don't know... I..." I almost stammered while I was feeling my prick becoming hard and pushing against the cloth imprisoning it.

"Come here, Stefano, don't be afraid. I just want to give you what you are desiring..." he said, with an alluring smile.

I was feeling my head in fire and spinning. I made a step towards him and his hand caressed again lightly his trousers' fly. He made the braces slip off his shoulders and the front of his wide white overall sagged to his knees revealing white cotton boxers tenting in front. I literally fell on my knees in front of him, embraced his legs and pushed my face on his erection deeply smelling it. A blend of soap and man's smell excited me even more. I lowered his boxers pushing on the elastic waistband - I was feeling eager to finally see his cock.

It was big, uncircumcised and tumescent, surrounded by flat black and curly hair like the ones adorning his head. It was dark and a swollen vein ran the length of it. He pulled off his light blue shirt - his belly and chest were hairless and two perfectly round and dark nipples were adorning his perfectly shaped pectorals. He had a slender body like that of a gazelle. I caressed his beautiful rod and sighed, then deposited on it an almost shy kiss. He made me stand up, opened my trousers then pulled out my already hard prick.

"You have a beautiful tool..." he said.

"Yours too is beautiful, Malik." I panted.

I was feeling hot and felt as if my legs would give way at any moment. Malik seized our two cocks in one hand and started to slowly wank them both. With his other hand he held my balls, gently kneading them.

"Oh, Malik, tell me what you want from me... tell me..." I beseeched, more and more excited.

He made me stop talking, leaning his sensual lips on mine. I opened them and his tongue ventured to explore my mouth, searching for my tongue. I was feeling his breath becoming heavy and felt also the fresh scent of his breath. Our tongues played for a while, then I pushed mine into his mouth, and Malik started to gently suck it. He let our cocks free then embraced me tightly gently brushing his groin, his chest and his belly against mine. Then he raised me, always kissing and holding me tight, and brought me to the room with the moquette. He made me lay down and lay on top of me.

I caressed his back, squeezed his small, firm and sinewy buttocks. He left off to open my shirt and raise my tank top on my chest. Then he slipped out of his shoes, pushing each against the other, pulled off his overall then took off my trousers. Then making me sit up, he pulled away my shirt and tank top and gently pushed me again to lay down and lay on me.

"I like you, Stefano. You are a really handsome young man."

"You too are a really beautiful man."

"Do you like my body?"

"Yes, very much."

"And my tool?"

"As well."

"Do you want it inside you?"

"Yes, Malik." I answered ecstatic.

He then stretched out a hand and rummaged in a pocket of his overall. He took out a little tin box and from it a condom envelope. He knelt astride my chest and gave me the envelope.

"Put it on me, go on." he whispered.

I tore the envelope, pulled it out and applied it to his rod, unwinding it all along its length. His eyes weren't leaving mine and he looked at me, smiling brightly. I desired him, I wanted him in me.

"How would you like me to take you? In this position?"

"Any way you like, as long as you fuck me." I answered, filled with lust.

He then slipped backwards and knelt between my legs. Parted and raised them, making my ankles lay on his shoulders. He spit on his fingers and passed them between my buttocks, carefully lubricating my anus.

"Hurry up, push it all in me..." I begged, prey to libido.

"Yes, I'm going to fuck you, my sweet friend." he murmured, his eyes shining.

"Go on, stallion, make me feel all of it!" I spurred him.

He guided it on my hole then started to give small measured but energetic thrusts, making his rod sink little by little into me. It seemed to me even bigger than it was and I was enjoying it to die for. Slowly but relentlessly he drove it all inside me. I wanted all of it, so I strongly and vigorously pushed against him meeting each of his strokes.

"Go on, Malik, go on!" I was spurring him in a kind of frenzy.

His balls slapped against my buttocks and his meaty prick filled me. I felt my sphincter invaded by a strong heat filled with lust. I looked at him gathering all his strength making his muscles dart and he finally started to pump inside me.

"Do you like it, little flower? Do you feel how my dick nested inside you, my beautiful boy?"

"Yes..."

"You are sweet like honey and milk... your so white skin, like a lilies field... You are a nice little colt to ride..."

"Oh yes, go on..."

"Your little ass is so soft but so tight, my sweet little brother... sinking all my pole in it is sheer joy... O, my friend, how much I desired you! I desired to visit you, to house it inside you, my little flower..." Malik was fondling me going on to mount me with his vigorous strokes.

I was prey of a so sweet and yet so strong pleasure at the same time and was loosing my self-control. His athletic body was towering above me and seemed to become more and more radiant, more and more beautiful. Then he suddenly became still, his beautiful rod firmly embedded inside me, I felt him shudder from head to toe and understood he was downloading inside me, as his voice grew hoarse while he continued to fondle me.

"Oh, my friend... little flower... Oh, little brother... sweet colt... here I am... here I am..."

I then started to wank myself very fast, but he stopped me with his hand.

"No, my sweet, not so... You have to come inside me..." he gently whispered.

"Inside you? But you Arabs don't usually accept it..." I said, astounded.

"But I'm gay like you, little brother. I want to feel all of yours inside me." Malik said.

He took another condom from his small box and slipped it on me with tender care, unrolling it down to the root of my rod, using his lips. Then he lay on his back and raised the legs against his chest.

"Come, my little sweet brother, enter me, now."

I felt like dreaming. I settled on him and he girdled my waist with his legs pulling me to himself. I spread his small and sinewy buttocks, prepared his hole with my spit and mounted him. I slipped inside him with the first push, so easily, and yet I was feeling his hot channel adhere to my member like a glove.

When I was fully inside him, he murmured, his voice filled with hot passion, "Go on, my sweet colt, let me feel what you're able to do."

I started to hammer into him with strong and fast strokes.

"Right so, my little flower. So..." he said, smiling me with happiness.

His joy became mine, "Do you like it Malik, my king? Do you like it, my handsome man?"

"Yes... go on... ride me... ride me..." he panted, caressing my chest and my sides.

I was moving in his burning channel with growing ardour. I felt I was about coming, so I tried to slow down to lengthen those marvellous feelings, but it was too late so I burst inside him with such a violence that I feared to tear up the latex of the condom.

"Oh... how good! How good!" I panted.

"Don't pull out..." he asked me.

I remained still, shuddering for the pleasure, until my prick slipped out from him. I then lay down on him and we kissed, playing with our tongues. When we felt calm and relaxed we parted and dressed, looking and smiling at each other well satisfied. "Now you can go and have your dinner, little brother." Malik gently said to me, caressing my hair.

CONTINUES IN TAPE 7

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