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.

SEVENTH TAPE

I was absolutely fascinated by Malik, possibly because he was a decidedly atypical Arab - uncircumcised, not a Muslim, and openly gay. But also because he was really handsome and very sweet.

He told me he accepted his being gay only after he came to live in Italy. When he was in his homeland, as a normal son of his culture, he thought that only boys or effeminate men and transvestites could take it in their arse, therefore not him. He had also something like a lover, a boy five years younger than him and slightly effeminate, who often let himself be fucked also by other youths and men in return for some coins.

Then Malik came to Italy looking for a work. He had been working irregularly for a couple years, but he finally succeeded in having a regular job and a residence permit. When he first came to Italy, he started washing car windows at the traffic lights. He was sleeping in a small room together with eight other Arabs coming from different countries. They used three old bunk beds. He was feeling uncomfortable in that place, also because the other men were all Muslims and despised him for being a Christian.

He had been living in Italy just four months when one evening he met a man in his forties, a really handsome Italian man, who was looking at him with clear desire. He too became aroused looking at that man so he decided to buttonhole him on some pretext. They chatted in English, as Malik still didn't know enough Italian. The man was a literature teacher in the middle school, and was a likeable person.

Malik told him how much he was feeling uncomfortable with his companions, mainly because of their religion difference, and that he would have liked to move elsewhere, but he didn't earn enough money to pay rent for a room. The teacher offered to let Malik stay at his place as he had a guest room, asking him only to share the basic expenses. Malik accepted at once. They had not even hinted at sex but Malik was sure that it was implied. So he moved to professor Angelo's house.

The man settled him in the guest room still without making any sexual approach. But on the second evening when Malik came out of the bathroom wearing only his white cotton boxers he noticed that Angelo was in his room. He knocked at his door - the man was already in bed and was reading a book. Malik asked him if he was feeling like talking a little with him and at the affirmative nod he sat on his bed edge.

While they were chatting of this and that, Malik noticed that the man glance was lingering on his naked chest, he then stretched out a hand and caressed the man's chest. Angelo seized his hand and kissed it. They were soon naked, embracing and aroused. Malik was presuming he would penetrate Angelo - he was strongly desiring it. But Angelo was only a top and he was the one who wanted to penetrate Malik... Thus that evening they didn't couple and both came just touching and masturbating each other.

Malik wasn't used to being kissed on the mouth and he would not even think of doing a blow-job on a man. Angelo was good at caressing and arousing him as nobody else before had done and made him burn with desire. He also sucked Malik's rod in an incredible and wonderful way. Malik was used to being the "man", so let him do it with real pleasure, but without reciprocating. After a few nights that they were sleeping together on the man's king size bed, Angelo told him he didn't want him any more in his bed. "It's no use for me having in my bed a flesh doll, who remains still, letting me do everything without participating," he told him with a gloomy expression.

So Malik went back to sleep in his room but he soon felt he was now missing Angelo's closeness. He endured the situation for a few nights then he finally went again to knock at Angelo's door. He begged him to start again to make love with him and to accept him again in his bed. In order to give pleasure to Angelo and be accepted, Malik learned to kiss on the mouth and to caress... but was not yet willing to do more. So after some days, Angelo again refused him and sent him to sleep in his room.

Malik went again to try... and he learned to suck a member and discovered that not only that he liked doing it but also that in doing it he didn't feel less of a man. So after a last and increasingly weak resistance, he also accepted to be penetrated by Angelo. He was living with him for about six months when he finally surrendered completely.

There was not just sex with Angelo. The man every day gave him lessons in Italian and also helped him to find a job. At first an illegal job but then a regular one, so that Malik could settle his position with the law. It had been Angelo, in fact, who introduced him to the owner of the renovation agency where he was working at present, as a colleague of Angelo was the wife of the owner.

But then Angelo fell in love with another person, so Malik had to leave him and, as Angelo's new lover was jealous, their friendship came to an end. Malik then found a small attic where he could live alone as he was now able to afford it.

I came also to know that Malik, even though he was now having sex with me almost every day, had a steady lover. This was a nineteen years old Philippino, also a regular worker as the houseboy for a rich family. He had been living with Malik for one year. He showed me a picture of Marcos, his boyfriend. He was really nice and had an agreeable smile. I asked Malik if he wouldn't like to do a threesome...

"No, Marcos knows that at times I have some adventures, but he doesn't want to have sex with other people."

"Does he know you are having sex with me?"

"No, he doesn't like me to tell him about my adventures. He is not jealous and says he can understand that at times I need something different, but he says he doesn't want to hear about it nor meet the people I have sex with. Anyway I have to spend all of my nights with him."

"But what if a day you fall in love with another?"

"Oh no, there is not such danger. I really love my Marcos and will never part from him, as he will never part from me. We really fit wonderfully together. In this year you are just the second one with whom I have sex."

"Are you sure he doesn't have sex with others?"

"Yes, I am certain. But even if he did, the only thing I care about is he remains with me."

"How did you meet?"

"At the Aliens Bureau of the Police Headquarters. He was applying for his first residence permit. He was talking really poor Italian and as I was queuing just behind him, I helped him. Then I invited him to come to have a coffee at a nearby bar and then... we understood each other so I invited him to come to my attic... He was living with a married brother. After several times he came to make love with me, we both became aware we were falling in love with each other, so Marcos told his brother he was moving to my place."

"But his brother knows bout you two?"

"Yes, of course, he knows,"

"And... he doesn't oppose?"

"No, on the contrary he treats me as a family member, exactly as if Marcos and I were a wedded couple."

"I would like meeting your Marcos."

"Only when you and I have stopped having sex; not now. I don't want him to feel bad."

"When your work here will be over, quite possibly, we will no more have occasion to have sex, I presume."

"Yes, I think so too."

And it happened exactly so. After about one month Malik ended all the works in the small apartment and so stopped coming.

Domenico and I furnished the "guests quarter", as we called it, and so it was ready. Then Malik arranged for me to meet his Marcos. The boy was even more handsome than in the picture. He had a good character, merry and sweet. When they were together, it was a pleasure looking at them - they were looking at each other with clear affection and tenderness. It was right after meeting them often that I started to desire getting a real and steady lover.

They invited me to their attic flat, comprising a small entrance, a toilet, the kitchen and a tiny bedroom. It was modest but nice, decorated with Palestinian and Philippine objects harmoniously mixed. Also the dinner was a blend of Arab, Philippine and Italian dishes, very well assorted.

The first guests we had in the new "quarter" were Lars and Piet. I introduced them to Domenico telling him they were cousins. He knew I met Lars in occasion of my journey to Iceland even though of course he didn't know I also had sex with him. Piet, on the contrary, knew about it so a couple of times, there in the guest quarters, we also had a threesome. They stayed just one week, because they also wanted to visit Florence, Rome and Venice before going back to Denmark.

When Summer came, Domenico and I went to our beautiful Riviera villa. Domenico had suggested I do another journey somewhere but I preferred to spend the summer vacations with him. I am now really glad I did because that was the last summer I spent with him even though at that time I had no inkling of it. Domenico was now in his seventieth year though he didn't seem that old. He still seemed to be in perfect health. That summer went on quietly and agreeably like all the previous ones and I had also a couple of rather agreeable adventures.

The first happened just on the first days of the vacation. Domenico received a phone call from an acquaintance, who informed him that a family in Genoa intended to sell some vintage objects. So Domenico asked me to go and see and to buy everything I judged to be worthwhile. It was the first time I was going to make such purchases all alone, and his trust made me glad. I went to see and bought for a good price several pieces of furniture, vases, clocks and other objects that I knew we could sell easily. I paid for them and called a carrier sending all to Turin where Anselmo would receive it.

I then went back with my car to the villa. I don't know why but I decided to go along the national road instead of driving on the highway.

Just out of Genoa I saw a hitchhiker and stopped for him. He was a seventeen-years old Roman boy who was going to France. I liked him so, while driving, from time to time I glanced at him. He became aware of my glances and, to make me understand he was interested in me, he spread his legs a little and paused a hand on his fly. I then stretched out a hand and fingered him there.

"Do you have a place to go?" he then asked me.

"I don't know... at home there is my father and the housekeeper..." I said, feeling at once aroused.

My hand had checked that under his trousers cloth that boy had a member that wasn't that of an adolescent.

"I like you... I would like to spend some time with you..." the boy said caressing my hand that was groping him.

"I too would like..." I sincerely answered.

That boy had the good solution. I took him to the villa explaining that I gave him a ride but that along the road he started to feel ill so I had suggested he stop a while at our place before resuming his journey. He said he felt his head spinning and was feeling weak and played his part nicely. Domenico asked Tina to prepare the guest room and the boy went to bed... After I had discussed with Domenico what I had bought, I told him I was going to look in on our guest.

So I went upstairs to his room where the boy was already under the sheet wearing just his briefs and tank top. When I came in he hurriedly bared himself offering his nudity for my eyes. He had a mature ad really beautiful body, his arms chest and belly hairless, a thick tuft of black hair around his half erect dick, that was of a good size, and some hair on his thighs and legs. It was an exciting vision.

I too hurriedly bared myself and went to him on the bed. The boy welcomed me by embracing and kissing me. That boy had fire running in his veins! He started to lick, feel, suck me everywhere making me more and more aroused. It was as if he hadn't had sex for a year, so wild he was! When he had got me incredibly aroused he made me lay on my back and crouched astride of my groin on my hard rod, making me penetrate him in just one stroke.

When he was well settled on my groin, he bucked on it and started to vigorously move up and down. I thought he seemed as if riding in a rodeo, a wild ride. He was a real force of nature filled with lust. While he was caracoling and bucking up and down firmly impaled on my rod, I was holding his dick with both hands and keeping it straight up against his belly so that with his movement it was as if I was wanking him. Finally the boy spouted a huge quantity of warm and opalescent seed, partly against his chest and partly against mine. His orgasm accelerated mine so that in a short while I too unloaded in his depths giving him vigorous pushes from below.

We became still, both heavily panting. He looked at me with bright eyes.

"You enjoyed it!?" he said and it was more a statement than a question.

"Yes, very much. You are fantastic. Can you stop here for some days?"

"I can't. Well, possibly tonight, but tomorrow morning I'll have to resume my journey. A friend of mine is waiting for me at St Raphael."

"Your boyfriend? He's lucky having a lover like you."

"Not really. He's an actor who pays me to stay one month with him."

"To have sex?"

"Sure!"

"But you... do it for money?"

"Not with you, as I like you. I'm not a real hustler, a boy for rent. I'm sort of... a companion to hire for very rich people."

"But you are just seventeen!"

"So? It's just nine months I've been doing it and I already earned millions."

"But... how did you start it?"

"A member of parliament, a friend of my older brother. He offered me plenty of money to be allowed to take my cherry. Afterwards he introduced me to an industrialist, one of his friends, and this one to another friend... and so on."

"Do you mean that it is just nine months since you understood you were gay?"

"No, I've known since I was fifteen. But all I had done before was just some sixty-nine with one of my school mates."

"But... how did that MP know you were gay?"

"He didn't know, he just tried with me and he was lucky... or to better say I was lucky. In fact I pretended I never did anything with a man before, to know nothing about sex, and this made him really excited. Anyway he really deflowered me, so big he is. But with the others I'm not as forward as I've been with you. I pretend to be shy and inexperienced and those men love the thought they have to persuade me to do such things... They love the thought of corrupting an innocent minor, to teach him to have sex... and so I earn lot of money and amuse myself..."

That night I went again upstairs to be with him and we had sex a second time. He again made me become almost mad with the pleasure. The following morning, having "recovered", he thanked everybody and resumed hitchhiking towards France. He was travelling hitchhiking he explained me not so much to save money, but in the hope to meet likeable people like me to amuse himself between one customer and the following one.

The second adventure happened at mid-month.

Domenico accompanied Tina to Genoa to buy the "big provisions" and I remained in the villa. I was wearing just some shorts and the plastic sandals, and was wetting with the hose the access lane.

A boy, possibly one year older than me, came. He had a wide folder under one arm and a small rucksack at his back. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a colourful Ferrari logo and torn blue jeans, which were just starting to be fashionable. I looked at him while he was coming nearer and thought I liked him.

"Excuse, me, is there somebody at home?" he asked me with a shy smile.

"No, just me. Why?"

"Well, you see, I'm a boy who cannot find a regular job, so as not to go stealing or begging, I try to sell some prints and art photographs. If you can buy one to help me..." he asked with an alluring smile.

"Come inside, and show me..." I said.

He followed me to the living room, opened his folder on the table and showed me his items. I looked, thumbed through all of them, but I was also looking and gauging that boy.

"That's all?" I asked at the end.

"Yes... Nothing appeals to you? Look, this is fine..." he said showing me a landscape silk-print.

"How much for this?"

"Ten thousand each... Buy one, please."

"I don't really like any of then. Don't you have one with a male nude?" I asked.

"No..."

"That's a pity. I would have paid for it even twice... or more... You really don't have any drawing or picture with naked men?"

"No, I don't have any..."

"Possibly even one of your pictures... naked..." I said, looking straight in his eyes.

"What?" he asked, really amazed.

"You should have a beautiful body... I would like to look at it. And I would willingly pay..." I said, as a hint.

"Wha... what? Me... naked?" the boy asked, in confusion.

"You have just to undress..." I insisted.

"But... I..." he said, looking at me, hesitant.

"Come on, undress. What's the problem, are you ashamed?"

"No, but... But are you a faggot?"

"Yes, why?" I answered, quietly.

"And you want also... also feel me?"

"Also."

"You want... What do you want to do, if I undress?"

"Lick, suck you... make you enjoy it."

"Enjoy? How?"

"Just undress, and I will show you." I insisted as I noticed that a swelling was growing under his fly.

"But I never did it... never with a man."

"Good, I'll be your first man, then. I like you."

"You want also... give me a blow job?"

"Also."

"But then... but then also putting it into my arse?" he finally asked in a hesitant tone and delightfully blushing.

"Only if you too want to do it. Undress, come on..." I insisted again, feeling he was about surrendering to my request.

"I don't know..." the boy said lowering his eyes and slightly balancing on his feet in an uneasiness gesture.

"You can at least give it a try."

"But... here?"

"No, upstairs, in a bedroom."

"I don't know..."

He didn't rebel, he wasn't feeling offended, he didn't run away. He was just standing there, embarrassed and hesitant, and this persuaded me that he was really near to surrendering to my proposition.

Thus I just took his arm and simply said, "Come upstairs with me." and I gently drew him up the stairs.

He followed me, leaving all his prints on the table, his small rucksack still on his back. When we were in the guests room, I took off his rucksack from his shoulders and put it on a chair.

"Undress..." I said him.

"No, let me go..." he murmured.

But his swollen fly was attracting me too much. I leaned a hand on it, cupping it. He stepped back like if he was burned, but said nothing.

"Come on, I don't want to hurt you. I just want you to enjoy..." I said, feeling again between his legs.

"No, let's go downstairs..." he again murmured, in confusion.

But this time he didn't step back, he didn't escape my touching.

"You've a hard on..." I said, fingering it.

"Yes, but..."

I knelt in front of him, keeping him on his hips, and pushed my lips against his erection.

"What are you... No..." he moaned but I felt him shudder and he still didn't try to escape me.

So I started to unbutton his jeans.

"No... wait..." the boy panted, trembling.

But I went on until I freed his hard tool and at once I captured it with my mouth.

"Oh gosh... oh gosh..." he moaned and I felt his legs were trembling.

While I was sucking his nice dick, I opened his trousers lowering them to his knees then caressed his uncovered little ass. He was trembling and panting, lightly moaning. I pushed his trousers down to his ankles and caressed between his thighs and the heavy sac of his balls, going on to suck him.

"Oh gosh..." he moaned again.

I opened my shorts under which I was wearing nothing and while I was standing up I let them fall to my ankles. I raised his T-shirt to take it off and he meekly raised his hands to let me do so. His very light blue eyes were wide open and filled with a mix of awe and surprise. I went down slowly and gently nibbled one of his nipples getting from him a soft moan then went further down to suck again his dick now very hard and straight up. I had him raise his feet, one after the other, and took off his moccasins then his jeans with the briefs. We were now both totally naked. I then stood up again and gently pushed him onto the bed.

"No, please..." he moaned, but I pushed on his chest, brushing his nipples and standing against him.

He almost fell on the bed, on his back, his legs dangling over the edge. I set his legs on the bed then went on him on all fours, head to toe, and started again to suck him, moving over him so that my hard rod was aimed straight at his face. When I felt he was all a shudder, I lowered my hips a little until my rod brushed his face. I moved it lightly against his lips.

"Suck it." I asked.

"No..." he whined.

"Suck it. You'll enjoy it."

"No, please..."

"As I'm doing to you... it's great..." I said starting again to suck him.

He raised his hands to touch my genitals, then he started to wank me. I sucked him some more. Then stopped, turned around, sat on his chest aiming again my rod to his mouth. I took his head between my hands and guided it towards my hard pole.

"Come on, open your mouth, lick it. Suck it. Don't you see how beautiful it is?"

"Please, no..."

"Yes, come on. Open your mouth! Come on, I know you want all of that nice cock in your mouth... Come on, try it, suck it, you'll see you'll like it."

He finally opened his mouth. I made half of it slip inside and he started to suck. He was awkward but the situation was incredibly arousing me. After some time he was sucking it, following my advice about how to do it. I turned again and lay at his side head to toe. I made him turn on his side towards me and started again to give him a good blow-job. He touched it again, felt it with his hands and without asking he resumed to lick and suck it.

I decided to make him come soon, to give him the strongest possible orgasm. I sucked him with all my skills, with a hand I was brushing his nipples and, with the fingers I started to gently tease his arsehole and the boy started to toss more and more intensely until each of his jumps coincided with a strong spurt of good cream inside my mouth. He had left my cock and was moaning aloud, in the grip of a strong pleasure. I turned and caressed and embraced him. I had decided to forego my orgasm so as not to scare him and to definitely conquer him.

I gently talked to him, "So, then, was it so awful?"

"No..."

"You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"It's the first time I... I come so."

"Nobody ever did you a blow job?"

"No, never."

"But it's good, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's good..." he whispered.

His clear and limpid eyes showed me all his confusion. He has still to rearrange inside his head this new experience, I was conscious of that. I intimately caressed him and, as I thought, in a short while his dick, that was softening, awakened again, trembling and palpitating.

"So you get me aroused again..." he murmured.

"Does it bother you?"

"No..." he answered, letting me do it.

I leaned my lips on his and made him feel my tongue. He opened his lips and pushed out his tongue, playing with mine. His hands started to explore my body, at first hesitantly and shyly, but gradually more daringly and assuredly. He was getting excited more and more and he was aware that it was my body arousing him and he was accepting that. He was discovering and accepting that having sex with a man was agreeable. I understood I had to progress slowly, to prevent him from stepping back. But at the same time I wanted him, I wanted to totally conquer him.

I turned down again to lick and suck his genitals, from the root to the tip and down again to his balls. The boy moaned, more and more excited. I then went down, under his balls, and licked him there, between his thighs until I could explore with the tip of my tongue in the furrow of his buttocks and finally reached his hidden hole. He again moaned aloud and spread his legs enough to give me room and allow me to lick him there. While I was kneading and caressing his genitals, I devoted myself to teasing his hole with my tongue.

I could feel him become more and more excited and at a certain moment he started again to take care of my rod, at first only with his hands, but then also with his lips and tongue. He was lapping it up almost as if it was an ice cream, he squeezed it between his lips and finally let it all slip into his mouth and started to move his head to and fro.

I then, using my fingers together with the tongue, started to rim his hole then to force it open with the tip of my tongue, while my fingertips just stretched his sphincter, without yet penetrating him. I could feel his dick hard as granite pushing against my chest, under my throat. The boy was gradually surrendering to my manoeuvres and this was incredibly exciting me. He was shuddering, relaxing and contracting, and he was gradually accepting the intrusion of my tongue and of my fingers.

I had abundantly wet his hole with saliva, so I started to push into his hot hole one of my fingers. He didn't stiffen, he didn't oppose and he rather started to suck my hard rod more greedily, pushing all his body against mine and caressing my buttocks and my back.

Now one of my fingers was well immersed in him. I gently moved it, turning it round, then also back and forth, very gently and slowly and I felt he was enjoying it. But a finger is not a cock, it is a lot smaller. So, going on to lick it and wet it with saliva, I tried to push in two fingers together. At first he seemed to give some resistance, but then he accepted inside his hole both of my fingers. Besides moving them gently in and out, I made them turn around to soften his hole, to get him used to that intrusion. The boy was still terribly excited. I parted from him, going on to work his little hole with my tongue and fingers.

"Goodness... what are you going to do..." he panted, his voice low and hoarse.

"I'm preparing you..." I whispered gently.

"You want... you want to... fuck me?"

"Yes, but only if you too want it. I want you to enjoy it as you never did before. I don't want to harm you."

"Oh, goodness... it's so weird..."

"But are you enjoying it?"

"Well... yes, but... I can't believe it..."

"I'll make you enjoy it. Relax..."

"Yes..."

"Relax more..." I said laying at his back on my side.

I brushed the tip of my hard rod on his sphincter slippery with saliva. I felt his hole palpitate.

"Relax, so it will be easier..." I murmured at his ear.

"I'm... scared..."

"I'll go gently... I'll make you enjoy it..." I said starting to push lightly.

"No... please..." he begged in a whisper, but without trying to escape.

"Yes..." I simply said, pushing a little more."... don't squeeze your hole, relax, come on."

"Go slowly... gently... please..."

"You want me inside, don't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"Relax..." I again whispered pushing some more and moving it to settle it better on his hole.

The boy was squeezing and relaxing his hole, torn between the desire I had awakened in him and the fear he was still feeling.

"Oh... goodness... you're... entering..." he panted, "you're... fucking me..."

"Yes, I'm fucking you, sure. Because you want it, you like it a lot, don't you?"

"Oh, goodness... you are fucking my arse..." he repeated while I was slowly but relentlessly slipping inside him.

"Yes, relax. Take it all. It's good, isn't it?"

"I dunno... yes, it's good but... it's so weird..."

I was caressing his chest and genitals with both hands. His dick was softening, but I was now totally inside him. I then teased his nipples and started to gently beat his meat, then started to slowly move back and forth in his very tight and hot channel. I moved so that my stiff cock, each time I sank into him, brushed his prostate from inside. And soon his dick in my hand, started to grow again, to harden, to throb.

"Oh, yes... fuck my arse... oh... oh goodness... it's... it's... so good! Fuck me, bugger me, screw me..." he panted, prey of a real frenzy.

I then started to vigorously hammer into him, faster, while wanking him at the same rhythm of my pushes. The boy was moaning very low, at each of my strokes. He was tight, hot, shuddering and his dick in my hand was again granite hard, as much as mine inside him.

"Oh goodness... I'm co... coming... I'm comiiii... iing, coooming..." he moaned, now aloud, stiffening and squeezing with all his means his small buttocks and his sphincter, and started to shot a spurt after the other, in a volley.

This stirred up my orgasm so, pushing myself well deeply into him, with all my energy, I too unloaded filling him of my seed.

We became still, and he was trembling all long his body, in my arms, heavily panting.

CONTINUES IN TAPE 8

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