Date: Mon, 26 May 2008 11:23:32 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Inheritance 1/9 (beginnings)

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THE INHERITANCE
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008
written on December 9, 1993
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Bob

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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.

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FIRST TAPE

My name is Stefano Boetto and I was born in Prea, a small village on the
banks of the river Ellero, on November 23, 1969.

Prea is a mountain village, at the end of a valley between tall
mountains. There are about four hundred inhabitants though probably
fewer than that as gradually all the young people are abandoning it. I
attended the primary school there in a mixed class of different age
groups. Later I went by bicycle down to Villanova to attend the middle
school where I got a diploma, probably out of pity, when I was sixteen,
as I didn't attend the school very often through having to help in my
family's work.

We owned a few cows and we boys had to take them up to the mountain
pasture to browse in the meadows. The girls, instead, had to go down
valley to Mondov" where they worked as maids in the houses of the
middle-class and the rich people. The stronger men went to work in the
factories at Mondov" or Alba or Cuneo and even as far as Turin. So in
our village there remained only the old men plus the women and we boys.

I remember that when we were going up to the mountain pasture with the
other boys, at first I beat my meat in secret. But one day when I was
about fourteen, I saw Giovanni going to piss against a tree and Marco
went at his side to piss also. When they were done, I don't remember
which of them was first, instead of putting it back in his trousers he
started to beat his meat and soon the other followed suit.

One of them boasted "I came before you!"

"But you started first!" was the reply.

Alessandro and I were looking at them with curiosity and amused, because
we knew what they had done and he asked me, "Can you cum yet?"

"Of course I can." I answered proudly.

When the day after Marco proposed a contest to see who could cum the
fastest, without a second thought we all four pulled it out and started
to beat it to see who won the contest.

I don't remember who won that contest but I still remember that I liked
looking at the cocks of my mates pointing up from their opened flies,
hard and firm and then seeing them spurt one after the other. It was
more fun than doing it by oneself and evidently I wasn't the only one to
think so as we all four continued to do it together and soon Michele and
Roberto also joined us. We didn't have much other amusement up there,
alone all the day long just looking after the cows.

Then one of us proposed another contest to see who was able to shoot the
furthest. We made a line on the ground then all six stood on the line,
pulled it out and at the command "start!" we began to beat our meat
until we came. Then we went to check who got furthest.

We were playing these games day after day, all six of us. I was the
youngest and Roberto, who was three years older than me, the oldest but
the biggest "bird" was that of Michele and we all envied him for that.

To be freer and more comfortable we started to lower our trousers to our
knees, none of us was wearing underpants, and to raise our T-shirts on
our chests. I really enjoyed seeing the uncovered portion of my mates'
bodies.

Then one day one of us proposed we beat off in couples to see who was
able to make cum faster his companion. The pleasure of feeling the
other's hand on our bird and the feeling of the hard, hot and throbbing
cock of the other in our hand was so good that soon all six of us
started to do it without thinking any more about the contest but just
for the pleasure of doing it.

To masturbate, in our dialect, was said 'to do a saw' so some of us
started to call that group activity 'the joiner's shop'. Whenever one of
us announced, "I'm going to open the joiner's shop, Who's coming to
help?" and opened his clothes, in a short while we were all busy there!

I liked it a lot when I was able to handle the bird of Michele but I
also liked how Alessandro made me feel so I proposed forming a circle
and to do it in threes or even all six in a chain. Some of us soon
started to tickle and caress the chest or the belly or arse of his
neighbour and found it became even more pleasurable.

As the weather was fine and warm and up there nobody could see us or
come up there to disturb us, we gradually started to undress completely
each time we were feeling like amusing ourselves. We were moreover
increasingly caressing each other all over the body because we had found
that by doing so we were enjoying our games more and more.

We came to enjoy our pastimes so much that even when there was bad
weather and we didn't have to go up to the mountain pasture with the
cows, we got into the habit of meeting in Roberto's family hayloft. It
was possible to climb into it from the back so that nobody could see us
sneak in, and up there Roberto had hidden a wide camouflaged sheet so
that we could lie down next to each other and amuse ourselves in the
all-together.

In a few weeks, almost without we being aware, it was something like a
hill-torrent in spate when the snow is melting at the spring sun. Up
there in the hayloft and on that sheet, we started to rub our hard cocks
on our mate's body and it was a really pleasurable addition to our
games. We also started to slide it between the tight legs of a mate and
in the warm furrow between the buttocks until one of us thought to try
to push it inside the hole of his friend.

Another had the good idea to use saliva to ease the access and lessen
the pain both for the one pushing and the one receiving! From there to
the idea of sucking each other's tool to coat it with saliva was a short
step and so we also learned to do juicy blow-jobs. We were at that point
unrestrained in our experimenting and though self-taught we had covered
all the necessary steps on the road to homo-sex.

We were continually enjoying all these pastimes whether in the meadows
and woods with the fine weather or in Roberto's hayloft or the stables,
mainly that of Marco, with the bad weather. At times we were meeting in
couples or in threesomes and, at times all six of us. There weren't any
steady couples as we were all close friends and none of us ever
hesitated when one proposed to "open the joiner's shop", as we used to
say.

We also soon learned to take it in the arse and in the mouth at the same
time or to suck each other in a circle or to fuck all together in the
"little train"...  We discussed amongst us about whose cum was more
tasty or who came more abundantly but anything we did amongst us was a
source of pleasure. We became the inseparable six of our village even
though nobody in the village suspected the real reason cementing our
close friendship! That was our secret.

Our bodies were becoming more and more manly and virile and this was
giving us a growing pleasure. Michele was impetuous, Giovanni gentle,
Roberto strong and tireless, Alessandro did fabulous blowjobs and Marco
took it in his arse with sheer pleasure. But we all did everything
without differences amongst us.

We weren't interested in the older or in the younger boys, as we six had
no needs for others. It was enough for us to catch a glance to
understand our desires. Giovanni had also started to kiss on the mouth
like they do in the movies he had once seen in Mondov" when he went
there for the marriage of his elder brother. Soon we all imitated him
and so added a new element to our erotic games and pleasures.

When I was sixteen, I at last got my diploma at the middle school and so
accomplished the compulsory education. That summer also came to the
mountain pasture a French family to camp. They were father and mother in
a ridge tent, their seventeen-years-old son in another and two daughters
of fifteen and twelve in a third one.

I remember that Michele was really fed up with their presence because
when we wished to amuse ourselves we had first to be careful where those
pests were in order not to be caught in the act, though this didn't
prevent us doing what we liked. At times when they saw us, they waved a
greeting, the boy more than the others, and we waved back.

That boy of seventeen was not bad at all. He was a fair-haired and we
had caught a few glances from him while he was bathing in the river
wearing a small and tight swimming suit.

Marco said, "Look at that one, what a nice basket he has between his
legs. I'd like to go there and pull down his trunks!"

One day, we saw them all going up the mountain for one of their usual
long walks and didn't realize that the boy remained in his tent because
he had sprained his ankle. So we decided to go down to the river to
bathe, all naked as usual, not far from the French family's tents.

After we bathed, we were on the bank, naked and happy to dry under the
sun. Alessandro, without needing to say a word, crouched between my legs
and bent down to give me a good blowjob. After a short while Michele was
fucking Giovanni while Marco and Roberto were quietly looking at us.
Roberto turned his head towards the tents and, just by chance, saw the
French boy with his head outside his tent looking at us agape.

So Roberto said to us, "Hey, boys we have an audience from the tents."

We at once stopped and stood up, and the boy hurriedly disappeared
inside his the tent.

"Fucking shit, what should we do, now?" Giovanni asked.

"Let's go to shut his mouth." Roberto said.

"You aren't going to kill him, are you?!" Giovanni asked, scared.

"No way, asshole! He was looking at our birds with such wide eyes...
that I think he would just be happy to taste a few of them!" he said and
walked towards the tents.

Naked as we were, we followed him. When we got in front of the boy's
tent, Roberto crouched down and pulled up the zipper that the boy had
lowered.

"So then, blondie?" he said, looking inside the tent.

The boy's voice came out, trembling, "Don't do me any harm... I'll tell
nobody..."

Roberto slipped inside the tent and we heard him saying, "Suck it, go
on!" then we heard nothing else.

We then peeped from the tent opening and looked inside. The fair-haired
boy had all Roberto's bird in his mouth and was sucking it as if he was
a thirsty calf, while with his hands he was caressing his thighs. We all
laughed and the French boy just went on sucking. I then slipped inside
lying at the side of the blonde and I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled
them down. He didn't try to stop me but kept on sucking Roberto. I
caressed his hard-on then settled at his back and, putting spit on my
cock, searched for his little hole...

He pushed back his arse to make me understand he wanted it. Without any
difficulty I slipped inside his hot channel and started fucking him with
gusto. Then Alessandro slipped inside with half of his body, enough to
reach the French boy's bird, took him in his mouth and started to suck
him. First came Roberto and the blonde conscientiously drank it all to
the last drop, then the boy unloaded into Alessandro's mouth and while
he was having his orgasm his hole spasmed and I too emptied myself
inside him.

"Did you like it?" Roberto asked him.

"Oh, yes, very much..." the fair-hired boy panted in his halting Italian
and added, "Can I do it again with you?"

"Why not!" Roberto answered.

"It's my first time with many together. It's good!" the French boy said,
with a wide smile.

"How long will you stay here?" Alessandro asked him.

"Two more weeks."

"Good, then we will have plenty of occasions." I said caressing his
little arse that I had just enjoyed.

In fact we amused ourselves with that boy several times. He told us that
at his home he had a steady lover, a man of twenty-six with whom he had
made love for more than one year. It had been that man who taught him to
make love and who took his cherry and to make him aware he was gay.

So we learned that new word and with a real amusement we came to
understand that we too were gay, as we really liked doing those things
also. The boy liked only to be a bottom, so we all re-drilled him many
times. Each time his family went upstream to fish or down valley to buy
provisions he came to look for us. That boy had been a really agreeable
diversion for we six but he remained the only outsider we admitted to
our circle.

The little French boy was really wild and I can't tell if he enjoyed it
more taking it in his arse or in his mouth, as each time he came to see
us he wanted it in both ends at the same time. When he left, we waved
him goodbye for a long time until he disappeared from our sight with all
his family. I think that Marco had a real crush on that French boy
because for a long time he went on talking about him.

Our village as I said was really small and we all knew each other and we
were all relatives, more or less distant. Also the family names were few
so we often called each other by a family nickname. In our village there
wasn't even a post office so to send a letter we needed to go down the
valley to the other village. When it happened that a letter came, the
postman came up with his scooter and everybody hearing his engine noise
knew that somebody had received a letter.

Thus when the postman came with a letter for my parents, at once all the
village knew. When that evening we came back from the mountain pasture
to the village with our cows, I got the news even before reaching my
house. I shut our cows in the stable and went upstairs to the kitchen.
My family was already at table.

"We got a letter." my father said.

"Yes, I know." I said, sitting at the table.

"Go first to wash your hands, at least!" my mother muttered.

I stood up and washed my hands at the hand basin, then went back to sit
down.

"It comes from Turin." my father said.

"Oh, really?" I said putting the napkin in my collar.

"It comes from uncle Domenico." my father added.

"And who's Uncle Domenico?" I asked, biting into a slice of bread.

"Put down that bread! The soup is coming. He's your father's cousin, the
son of uncle Tommaso, grand-father's brother." my mother said starting
to dish up the soup.

"That one who went to Turin when he was a boy, and who works as an
antique dealer." my father said.

"A what?" I asked.

"He sells old things to the rich people." my father shortly explained.

"But... don't rich people buy new things" I asked, rather surprised.

"In the cities, people are weird." my father said.

"Uncle Domenico is one who has done well. He made good money. Lots of
money," my mother said putting the empty pan in the sink, "and he has no
children. He was widowed when he was a young man and didn't marry
again." my mother added.

"Ah. And why did he write?" I asked, starting to eat the soup.

"He asks if we all are in good health." my father said, after pouring
some barbera wine into his soup.

I really can't understand how he can like his soup with wine, but to
each his own taste.

"He asks if you still live here with us." my mother said.

My two younger brothers and the older one looked at me, then Rino, the
older, asked, "And why does he ask if Stefano still lives with us? Where
else should he live?"

"You remember uncle Domenico, don't you?" my mother asked Rino, "You
were eleven the last time he came here at our village..."

"Eight years ago? No, I don't remember him." Rino answered attacking his
soup.

"You Stefano were nine, you Carlo six, and Mario just two years old."

"I remember him!" Carlo said, and we all laughed.

I didn't remember that uncle Domenico and didn't even remember he
existed.

For a while we ate in silence, than my father said, "He, Uncle Domenico,
says... that Stefano was the smartest one..."

I looked stealthily at Rino, but he seemed not to care about that.

"He then writes he is lonely." my father added.

"Eh, he is now sixty-six and he is a widow for forty years." my mother
said.

"And why he didn't marry again?" Rino asked astonished.

"He said he was better alone, but now it's starting to become a burden.
You know, a few more years and he becomes an old man." my mother said.

"If he's sixty-six, he's already an old man." my brother Carlo said.

We again ate for a while in silence.

Then my father started, "He's really rich and he has no heir."

"And he also writes that he feels lonely." my mother added.

"And so..." my father said but stopped, to sip his soup.

"And so?" Rino asked, curious.

"... he writes that if Stefano goes to live with him, he will leave
everything to him." my father concluded.

I paused with my spoon in mid air, looking at my father. "I, to live
with that uncle, that I don't even know?" I asked astonished.

"He's a really good man..." my mother said.

"But I don't even know him... and he doesn't know me!" I protested.

"Why can't it be me to go and he leaves everything to me?" then Rino
asked.

"No, not you. You have to carry on things here at home." my father said
flatly.

"Living in Turin, just think it!" Mario said, his eyes wide.

"What is Turin like?" Carlo asked.

"Ah, a really beautiful city. Your father and I went there for our
honeymoon... and we were guests of uncle Domenico. It's a really
beautiful house! In old times it was the house of a marquis..." my
mother said.

"No, of a count." my father corrected her.

"He says that you will have a room of your own and that he has a maid
and a cook, you know..." my mother said and her eyes shone.

"But I'm alright here!" I protested, stubbornly.

"Come on, at your uncle's you would live like a great lord." my mother
said.

"And then he will leave you everything when he dies. He's millionaire."
my father added.

"A millionaire?" Carlo asked, widening his eyes.

"Millionaire!" confirmed my father, and finished his soup.

Mum waited till all had finished the soup then gave us the stew with
potatoes. Dad poured some wine for me and Rino, then filled his glass.

"Uncle Domenico owns two cars and he possibly, when you are eighteen,
will give you one, Stefano..." my father said, in a casual tone.

Well, the thought to have a car was starting to seem rather interesting.
But I didn't want to leave my friends.

"I'm alright here!" I stubbornly repeated.

After a while, my father started again, "For sure you would become
richer than all our village put together. Do you know that he also owns
a villa in the Riviera?"

"Did you see it, Dad?" Carlo asked.

"No but it should be beautiful, there is also a park." my father said.

"Then uncle Domenico says that you will want for nothing..." my mother
added, "... and that he would treat you as a father."

"I don't need another father!" I said, somewhat sullen.

"He also writes that in your room there is a TV set and a stereo." my
mother insisted.

Well, car, TV set and stereo... I was beginning to waver. In our village
the only TV set was the one at the tavern and only the parish priest had
a stereo...

"He says you have to take nothing with you as he will buy you a new
wardrobe. All fine city clothes." my mother said, continuing to eat the
stew.

"A new wardrobe?" I asked as I usually wore the clothes that didn't fit
Rino any more and mended several times. I only had good clothes for when
I went to the school and to go to mass on Sundays.

My father without looking at me asked, "So then, Stefano, can I answer
him you will go?"

I answered, "If you say so... If I have to go..."

We didn't talk about it any more that evening but the day after my
father took from the tin box an envelope and a sheet plus the ball pen
and started to write the answer. He then sent my brother Carlo on his
bicycle to post it at the down valley village, giving him the needed
coins to buy a postage stamp.

I took out the cows and called with the usual whistle my mates and, all
together, we went up to the pasture. All along the way I said nothing,
as I didn't know how to tell them that I would be leaving our village
and them.

When we were at the pasture, Giovanni asked me, "What's up, today,
Stefano? You're weird!"

"Bah... nothing! I've got to leave the village."

"Leave the village, how?" Marco asked.

"I'm going to live in Turin."

"Turin? Fucking shit! Are you going to become a citizen?" Roberto said
in an admiring tone.

"I never went that far, not even to Mondov"." Michele pensively said.

"Why are you going to live in Turin?" Marco asked.

"An uncle I don't even know. He wants me to go to live with him. He's
rich and he has no children. When he dies he leaves me everything." I
explained.

"How old is he?" Roberto asked.

"Sixty-six." I answered.

"Well, he still doesn't have a foot in the grave but you will not have
to wait for long..." Giovanni said.

"He could live thirty more years." Michele said, thoughtfully.

"But meanwhile Stefano lives in Turin and in the house of the rich
uncle." Roberto said.

"Hopefully he is not a pain in the arse." Giovanni commented.

They discussed amongst themselves the pros and cons of my new destiny.

Then Giovanni asked me, "When will you leave?"

"I don't know. Possibly soon."

"We will miss you..." Michele said and all the others nodded seriously.

"But at least you will remain all together, I will miss you all much
more." I said disconsolate.

Once the news had sunk in, we all were somewhat pensive.

"A sure thing is that... Turin is very far away." Michele said.

"Farther than Rome?" Alessandro asked.

Michele laughed, "Of course not, you jackass! Rome is much farther than
Turin. Rome is in the far south!"

"Anyway also Turin is far away. Will you come again here to our
village?" Giovanni asked.

"I don't know. He wrote that when I'll be eighteen, he will give me a
car."

"In one year? A car? Fucking shit, this is something I would like a
lot..." Roberto said.

"In Turin they make cars, they are called Fiat." Michele said.

"So there they will be less expensive..." Alessandro said.

We were sitting on the ground, in a circle. Giovanni caressed between
his legs and I turned towards him and kissed him. We started to undress
each other there on the sunny meadow and soon after all the others
followed suit and we started to make love. I was feeling I needed it in
that moment and could also feel that I would miss my mates a lot,
especially for that.

Who of the five would I miss more? I really couldn't tell. I remember
that I thought I had to enjoy them as much as I could in the days that
were left to me, many or few as they might be. And I did enjoy them.

About two weeks later came another letter from uncle Domenico. There was
also a postal order for 100.000 lira for the "travel expenses", and he
wrote that he was really glad that I had accepted to go and that I would
enjoy life with him and that I would want for nothing. He wrote that he
was waiting for me about June 12 and that when I arrived at Turin
station that is called Porta Nuova I was to telephone him that I had
arrived. In the letter he wrote two telephone numbers, one for his home
and the other for his shop, and also that the house address was 12 Via
Palazzo di Cittˆ and that of the shop was 35 Via Maria Vittoria.

He also wrote he was having my room prepared and again said to take no
clothes with me as he would provide everything. He wrote not to forget
to bring with me my ID paper and to check it was still valid.

June 12 was just five days away.

My mother at once started to tidy my good clothes. Dad decided that
Carlo would replace me in taking the cows up to the mountain pasture
after I left. There were not so many preparations to do. Dad decided I
should take to uncle Domenico some whole cheeses and went to choose the
best ones.

I went up to the pasture with my friends for the last time and told them
that my brother Carlo would be taking my place. We made love all six
together and everybody wanted to do it with me because it would possibly
be the last time. I got an odd sensation being the centre of attention
of all five of my friends and felt a really special and strong pleasure
and enjoyment.

The day of my departure my mother made me wash thoroughly and checked I
had washed also my ears and my nails. I wore the good clothes. My father
took the big cart pulled by two cows and together with all my friends,
accompanied me down the valley to the village from where the coach for
Mondov" left. I got into the coach and, when it left, everybody was
waving me farewell from the village square. When I couldn't see them any
more, I felt a lump in my throat and blew my nose so as not to let the
man sitting near me notice that I was about to cry.

My journey towards the unknown and towards adventure had started. The
suitcase with the cheeses, my only luggage, was on the luggage rack. In
the inside pocket of my jacket I had the wallet that my father had given
me with my ID card together with Uncle Domenico's letter and what
remained of the 100.000 lira after the coach ticket had been paid.

I looked out of the window, I had never been before that day so far down
the valley. The river was wider and more placid, the valley was
incredibly green and wide and I was observing everything filled with
curiosity.

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CONTINUES IN TAPE 2

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