Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2008 13:37:45 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Inheritance 5/9 (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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FIFTH TAPE

I started the third and fourth school year at once in the same private
school and so I started again to meet with Lorenzo. I had thought to
tell him about Brad, but I decided to first make him undergo the erotic
massage with which the Australian boy always began all our encounters.
Lorenzo was very aroused by it, and afterwards he asked me how I had
learned, so I told him about Brad.

He too had had his summer adventure at his family village. When he was
going to meet his friends at the bar, he had to walk along the main
street of the village for some blocks. He had so to pass in front of
another coffee shop that had in front some outside tables. One day he
noticed sitting at those tables a boy who, while he was approaching, was
staring at him and moving his eyes several times from his face to his
basket. When after he passed Lorenzo turned to check him, the boy was
still looking at him.

So he got rather clearly the message and the boy was attractive but his
friends were waiting for him so, even though reluctantly, he went on
along his way. But he didn't stop thinking of that boy... The day after,
around the same time, he decided to pass again in front of that bar,
even though he had no meetings to go to in the hope of seeing again that
boy who had struck his fantasy. But the boy was not there, neither at
the outside tables nor at the inside ones. Lorenzo anyway asked for a
coffee.

When he was leaving the bar Lorenzo saw that boy was coming. The boy
looked at him exactly as he did on the previous day and Lorenzo returned
to him the same glances, feeling at once aroused. He waited for the boy
remaining at the bar's door. The boy came near him but went on walking
along the pavement. Lorenzo felt somewhat disappointed and followed him
with his eyes. The boy stopped a little further on, in front of a shop
window, pretending to look at the merchandise but throwing frequent
glances towards Lorenzo.

Then Lorenzo walked towards the shop window. The boy resumed walking and
at the first crossing turned in a lateral street. Lorenzo followed him.
The boy turned again at a crossing, walked to the post office square and
sat on a bench of the small garden. Lorenzo, after a brief hesitation,
went to sit at his side.

"Hi..." Lorenzo said.

"Hi..." the boy answered, with an encouraging smile.

"What's your name?" then Lorenzo asked him.

"Massimo." the boy answered.

"You aren't from here, are you?"

"No, from Vercelli."

"Are you here on holiday?"

"No, my father was moved here two month ago..."

"How old are you, Massimo?"

"Eighteen."

"I thought you were younger..."

"No, I just turned eighteen."

"Do you work? Do you study?"

"One more high school year in Susa."

"Do you fit in well here?"

"I just feel somewhat lonely..."

"Well... you're not alone now..." Lorenzo said.

The boy suddenly asked him, "Do you have a place?"

Lorenzo looked at him, somewhat taken aback because of such an explicit
approach, and said, "Unhappily not. I'm at my parents' home. And you?"

"Neither I... It's a pity, I like you."

"I too like you. Listen, I've a bike... we can go and look for a place."

"Now, in day time?"

"Why not? We can go to the river..."

"Isn't there a less public place?"

"Near the banks there is an old house in ruin. We have just to slip
under the barbed wire... Inside it nobody can see us."

They went, Lorenzo guided Massimo inside the old house and the shy boy
went wild revealing to Lorenzo all of his lust and the skill of an
expert whore. Lorenzo was amazed but also pleased. First the boy brought
him to a strong excitement thoroughly licking and sucking him then he
lowered his jeans and offered himself to Lorenzo. It was clear that the
handsome Massimo had already accepted in himself not a few males,
because he received him without needing lubrication and very easily,
tossing his ass and pushing it backwards, until he brought Lorenzo to a
strong orgasm. Not yet appeased, Massimo started again to suck his bird
until Lorenzo reached a second orgasm and the boy came masturbating
himself. After that, Lorenzo and Massimo met almost every day in the old
ruined house.

Lorenzo's account had aroused me, so I said, "Listen, can't you go some
times to take this Massimo and bring him here? After all with your bike
or my car, in less than an hour is possible to go and bring him here,
isn't it? On Sundays we have all the time we can need, we can go to
bring him in the morning and take him back late in the afternoon..."

Lorenzo at once agreed to my request - he too desired to meet again that
boy. So one Sunday we went to look for him. After a few tours in the
village streets, we met him. When he saw Lorenzo, greeted him with a
wide smile - he really seemed to be a sweet, shy, reserved boy.

"Massimo, this is Stefano, my boyfriend."

"Hi..." he said studying me.

"Hi..." I said giving him my hand.

"Would you come with us to Turin? We will then bring you back here, this
evening..." Lorenzo said to him.

Massimo looked at me with a cunning smile that gave me a shiver of
pleasure. "A threesome?" he simply asked.

"Sure. We can amuse ourselves, we three alone at my place. Are you
game?"

"I just need to tell my parents I will have lunch outside..." Massimo
readily answered.

"Will they raise problems?"

"No. I'll tell then I'm going to Susa to a schoolmate place. Can you
wait for me here, just a few minutes?" Massimo merrily said.

"Sure."

He ran away, hurriedly.

"What do you think of him?" then Lorenzo asked me.

"I find him attractive, and even a turn-on."

"You will see, as soon as we are alone..." Lorenzo promised me.

Massimo was back soon after, "Here I am. Let's go."

"Good."

When we were in my car, Lorenzo sat in back and Massimo at my side.
While I was driving back, Massimo, his legs somewhat spread, was
caressing his basket, looking at me.

"So, you're Lorenzo's boyfriend..." he said.

"Yes."

"How old are you?"

"I turned nineteen."

"Ah, one year more than me. Are you together for long?

"A little more than one year."

"I never had a steady boyfriend. And there at the village I have nobody.
Lorenzo is the only one I have met, up to now. In Vercelli, on the
contrary, I had a good group of friends."

"Were you living in Vercelli, before? Were you born there?"

"No, I'm born in Pinerolo. But when I was twelve my father has been
moved to Vercelli. And it's there where I had my first men."

"When you were twelve?"

"No, I was fourteen. At the railways station, at the toilets... A boy of
twenty was at the urinals near me. He was beating his meat and when he
noticed I was looking at him, he asked me if I wanted to go with him. He
took me in a building's cellar and there he took my cherry. I really
enjoyed it. So, the second time we met, he brought with him a
seventeen-years-old friend and both of them fucked me. Then they
introduced me to others of their friends... and in a few weeks I had a
dozen boys to make happy. I never missed a good cock to satisfy. It's
not that they all were gay, but they liked getting a blowjob then to
fuck my little ass... and I too liked it a lot. Some days I could take
even two or three of them. It was enough we casually met, and we were up
to it; they almost never refused. Some of them came also to wait for me
at the school gate.

"The only problem was to find a place where we could do it in peace and
safely. One of those boys was working as usher at the Town Cinema and he
found the solution. He had the key of a storeroom full of old seats and
other items, to which it was possible to enter from the corridor of the
emergency exits. So we were going to the cinema in twos or threes,
bought tickets then our friend gave us the key and without being seen we
went to the storeroom while shutting ourselves inside... and we could do
everything at our pleasure.

"I went so often to the movie theatre! How many fucks on those old seats
that we had moved so that we could even lie down on them... But
unhappily my father got an advancement and was moved to that hole of a
village..."

"What's the work of your father?"

"He is a Carabineers' lieutenant." he quietly said.

When we got to Lorenzo's home, Massimo literally flung himself on me. He
was really thirsty for sex, that boy, and had lost at once all his
shyness. We went in the bedroom and undressed, leaving all our clothes
all around the floor, in disorder. Massimo wanted to be fucked both in
his mouth and little ass, making Lorenzo and me swap our positions
occasionally. Massimo had a handsome, slender and athletic body, really
enjoyable and he was really insatiable. We spent a very agreeable
Sunday, together.

Every Sunday I was going to dance to a gay disco or another together
with Lorenzo. So I met Fabrizio, a thirty-seven years old man, who owned
a bar in the city outskirts. It was already two or three weeks he
discretely courting me so one evening I decided to talk with him. I left
the dancing floor, while Lorenzo was going on to dance, went to sit near
him and greeted him.

He then said, "It's a while I noticed you. You dance really well."

"Thank you."

"I've heard that it is possible to understand how a person behaves in
bed, just looking at how he dances..." he said with a cunning smile.

I said, "I didn't yet see how you dance..."

"Who knows if it's possible also to understand how a person dances,
judging by how he behaves in bed?" he then said.

He had a seductive smile, he was a seducing man. We chatted for some
tine.

He ten said, "Would you like to come with me?"

"I'm here with my boyfriend..." I answered.

"Who's he?"

"That one wearing wine colour jeans, who dances there..." I said,
pointing to Lorenzo.

"He too is a handsome boy..." Fabrizio said.

"If you want, I can ask him if he feels like doing a threesome... Does
it appeal to you?"

"I don't know. I never had a threesome..."

"It can be amusing..." I said.

We settled for that, and Fabrizio brought us to his home. He was living
in an old building in San Paolo borough, but the apartment had been
restructured and was modern and elegant though not luxurious. The
bedroom was plain but what stuck my fancy was that at the sides of the
wide king size bed there were two floor to ceiling closets all covered
with mirrors. So, while making love we could se ourselves reflected
several times and this was arousing like looking at an erotic movie.

Fabrizio had a light down on his belly, making almost a rays circle
around his navel. Chest and arms were hairless, he had small brown
nipples, his thighs and legs were covered by a light down. His bird was
not very long, but thick and firm and it was a real pleasure touching
and also sucking it, and when he was hard he let come out from the
prepuce a really tempting pink and glossy knob.

Fabrizio was versatile, and he also was able to kiss in a really erotic
way. He was evidently more attracted by me than by Lorenzo, and it was
clear he had accepted him above all to be able to have me. So, I think,
Lorenzo was feeling somewhat excluded. In fact, when we went back to his
house, he told me that he didn't like so much that Fabrizio. I, on the
contrary, had enjoyed him very much, but could understand Lorenzo's
feeling. On Sunday Lorenzo wanted to be only with me, in spite I had
insisted to go and take Massimo.

I think that it was right that day that Lorenzo started to change.
Another time we met Carlo, a natural science teacher in a State High
School, a thirty-eight years old man. Even when he had just shaved,
Carlo had a black shadow of a beard on his jaw and this gave him a
strong and virile aspect. I liked the dimple he had on his chin, his
fleshy lips, his long and straight eyebrows, his intense eyes. I managed
to persuade Lorenzo to hook him and to take him with us.

It was clear that Carlo liked a lot my Lorenzo, therefore I presumed
that this time he would feel more involved. But oddly, I was wrong. When
we were all three on his bed, it was almost as if Lorenzo was escaping,
withdrawing. I couldn't understand his behaviour. Then Carlo possibly
made the mistake to insist to penetrate Lorenzo who, finally, left the
bed and told us to go on just we two, and went to sit in the living room
to look at a porno movie.

I was somewhat hesitant about what to do, but when Carlo dived his face
between my buttocks and started to rim my hole, I was so excited that
for the moment I didn't think any more of Lorenzo and enjoyed his
skilled laps ant his tongue deeply rummaging and penetrating into my hot
hole. Then Carlo made me go on my knees and penetrated me with few,
strong strokes then, keeping me tightly against his chest and
masturbating me, started to vigorously fuck me.

I think that Carlo's cock has been one of the biggest I ever took, or he
possibly was just able to use it skilfully, because I really enjoyed it.
He was pitch-forking me with pushes upwards, while teasing my nipples
with one hand and wanking me at rhythm with the other. There was no
gentleness in the way he was taking me, there rather was a certain
degree of rudeness and yet this didn't annoy me but was rather giving me
a strong, intense pleasure. He was lightly biting my shoulders, neck,
ear lobes while fucking me deeply and vigorously.

He went on hammering inside me, keeping me against him with energy. I
was tossing under him, enjoying that living meat column tat was dancing
inside my tight and warm channel; I enjoyed his impetuosity, and that
relentless fuck. When he finally unloaded inside me I too came in his
hand that he cupped on the tip of my cock to receive all my seed and at
once he took the hand to his mouth and greedily and carefully licked all
my seed.

Only at that point I remembered about Lorenzo. I then left the bed and
went to look for him. He was asleep on the living room sofa, in front of
the TV set where were unloading the last scenes of a porno movie. On his
belly some pearls of his seed were glittering, shining remains of his
solitary enjoyment. Carlo showed at the door, still naked. I told him it
could be better if he left us alone. He understood, vent to dress and
left our flat. I then went near Lorenzo and kissed, caressed him.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you with him?" he asked me as he
awoke.

"I asked him to go away. Come to the bed, come on..."

He stood up, cleaned his seed and came to lay on the bed. I embraced him
but he didn't return my embrace.

"What's up, Lorenzo?"

"Nothing. I want to sleep."

"Are you upset with me?" I asked him, slightly worried.

"No..."

"Why then you don't embrace me?"

"I'm tired."

"I want you..."

"Didn't you have enough, with that one?" he coldly asked.

"Are you jealous of him?"

"Jealous? No way, I'm not jealous. We aren't a married couple, are we?"

"It's a while that you're strange... If you prefer, we will look no more
for a threesome... even though it has been you who proposed it, not I.
But if you don't like it any more, I'm glad we do it we two alone..."

"I proposed a threesome only because you wanted also be a top. But if it
is just to be a bottom of another..."

"Yes, but... I'd like being a top with you, Lorenzo."

"You know I don't like it, don't you?"

"Yes, and it's alright with me. And I anyway like making love with you.
And I'm now willing to do it..."

"But I don't." he dryly answered.

We didn't talk any more and fell asleep. But on the following morning it
was him who came to me and everything seemed again alright. We made love
for a long time, quietly, with he usual tenderness. For a couple weeks
we didn't call anybody else in bed with us, not even Massimo. Then, on a
Saturday evening, we met Sergio. He was a twenty-five years old guy
working in a photocopy shop where usually Lorenzo went. Sergio was
clearly attracted to Lorenzo so it was Lorenzo who at a certain point
asked me if I wanted to have him to come to bed with us.

"If you like that, Lorenzo, there is no problem with me..." I answered.

Thus Lorenzo invited him to come with us, and the young man accepted.

When we were on the bed, Lorenzo devoted himself, body and soul, to
Sergio, almost ignoring me. I thought he wanted take a revenge for that
time between Carlo and me so I let them do as they please, but without
leaving. I was licking Lorenzo's balls while he fucked our guest, or I
united in a sixty-nine with Sergio while Lorenzo was going on fucking
him... But all that night long, Lorenzo never kissed, sucked or fucked
me. We fell asleep, Sergio lying between Lorenzo and me. I thought that
Lorenzo would overcome that coldness.

The following day Sergio didn't even hint to leave, to let us alone, and
rather he and Lorenzo were touching, kissing each other from time to
time, so that I felt not only excluded or rather an intruder. So, at the
lunch time I announced I had an appointment and I had to leave. Lorenzo
knew very well it was not true, but he did nothing to keep me.

I went back home. Domenico wasn't yet at home. I started to read
something, waiting for him. When he came, he was surprised to see me
already at home. He too had decided to come back home earlier than usual
because it was becoming cold and he had caught few fishes.

We chatted of this and that. His warmth and his affection did me well. I
was feeling irritated against Lorenzo but Domenico's company helped me
to relax and forget my frustration.

On Tuesday at school, when I met again Lorenzo, we almost ignored each
other. Then on Thursday he told me he told me he would come to take me
on Saturday, to go to dance together. I told him no, that I didn't feel
like it and that I would rather spend some time with Domenico. He
insisted for a while but I went on saying I didn't feel like going. He
then said he wanted to talk with me, so he proposed to meet on Saturday,
even without going to the disco.

"We cannot talk here. Come Saturday afternoon after school to my
place..." he insisted.

"No, I don't feel like. Moreover, I've nothing to tell you..."

"But I want to talk with you..."

"If you want we can meet Sunday evening." I answered.

"Why not on Sunday morning, then?"

"I'm going with Domenico, all the day long..." I said.

"As you like. So I'm waiting for you Sunday evening. Will you have
supper with me?"

"No, after the supper, in case."

"I'll wait for you at nine p.m., is that alright?"

"Yes, alright. Sunday at nine p.m." I dryly answered.

When I told Domenico I wanted to spend the Saturday and Sunday with him,
he was happy and his joy gave me pleasure. As he knew that I wasn't so
keen about fishing, Domenico took me on a tour in the Aosta valley to
visit castles and to eat in typical restaurants. We spent a pleasant
time together. Spring was already late and the weather was mild.

After the supper, I went to meet Lorenzo. I was expecting he wanted to
settle things, to understand and make me understand what was happening
between us. But when I went to see him, in his flat there already was
Sergio.

"Hi, Stefano, have a seat." Lorenzo said.

I looked at Sergio who was sitting on the sofa and was quietly smoking.

"You see, Stefano, Sergio and I decided to be a couple." Lorenzo said,
studying my reaction.

"Ah, good." I said, felling my heart drumming strongly - so it was over.
Just so!

Lorenzo then added, "But at times we would like also making love with
you too. Also Sergio likes you..."

"I don't need it. If it's over, it's just over." I said trying to
control myself.

"But we can anyway remain good friends..." Lorenzo said.

"That's what is always said in such occasion, isn't it?" I retorted.

"You and I... we weren't a couple..." Lorenzo said, almost to excuse
himself.

"You're right. Therefore I don't see any problem. We just amused
ourselves. We will now just amuse ourselves in another way, with
different partners. That's all." I said, curtly.

"He and I... we hoped you would now stop with us for a while... Isn't
that so, Sergio?"

"Yes, sure." Sergio answered with the tone of one who is not interested
at all on the matter.

"No, I'm going back home," I said, "Domenico is waiting for me."

"Is he your new boyfriend?" Sergio asked.

"No, he's my father." I dryly answered, standing up.

Lorenzo seemed to be embarrassed; Sergio on the contrary had a satisfied
expression. I said then goodbye and went out. While I was walking back
home, for a moment I thought to go to the Cage aux Folles or at the
Triangolo Rosa, but then I decided to go home. I was somewhat
disappointed, somewhat annoyed. I wouldn't have thought that between
Lorenzo and me it had to end in such way... It was possibly my fault, or
Lorenzo's, or Sergio's... but after all it wasn't relevant.

At school, I had just a formal relationship with Lorenzo. He tried some
two or three times to talk with me, but I always discouraged him, until
he stopped. The end of the school year came and I underwent the final
test for the arts diploma. I passed with an average mark of seven on
ten.

Domenico, as a present for my diploma, gave me a trip to Iceland. I
would have liked if he too came, but he told me he would rather stay in
his villa at the Riviera, quietly and without too much stress and
strain. Domenico was now sixty-nine year sold.

The tour of Iceland was really interesting. It was an organized tour and
we visited all the island to admire its peculiar beautiful spots. When I
reached Reikyavick I noticed that in our group there was a rather
handsome Dane. His name was Lars, he had platinum-blond hair with some
darker streaks, light hazelnut eyes, a hint of moustaches underlining
his sensual mouth. He was looking at me, And I at him. That first
evening at the supper he was seated near me. We chatted. His glances
were eloquent and when, after the supper, we went towards our rooms, he
proposed me to stop a while in his room to show me his boyfriend's
pictures. He couldn't be clearer that that...

In fact, as soon as we were in his room, he draw me to himself and
kissed me on the mouth, while caressing between my legs. We undressed
each other. He had a beautiful body, with a hint of down on his chest,
forearms and legs. After we caressed and kissed each other for a good
while, Lars turned around and offered himself to me. I took him there,
standing, his hands leaning on a chair back.

"I've always dreamed doing that with an Italian man..." he said while I
was taking him with a real pleasure.

His shoulders were broad, his waist narrow, he had a nice little and
firm ass, muscled legs and arms but not to much. I liked him a lot and
he evidently liked me.

"Oh... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me..." he was spurring me while I was
moving into him.

I didn't need at all to be spurred doing it. I was vigorously hammering
him in a good rhythm, enjoying his pleasure. When he felt I was near
coming, Lars parted from me, lied down on the bed, on his back, raised
his legs pushing them against his chest.

"Take me so, now... I want to look at your face while you come inside
me..." he said.

I knelt on the bed and immersed again in his welcoming channel, resuming
at once to hammer into him with real gusto, until I unloaded into him
with long and strong spurts. I then withdrew, bent on him, took in my
mouth his beautiful cock, so hard and firm and, with a few up and downs
I made him reach his orgasm, and drank all his warm seed.

While we were relaxing, sated, he sighed, "We are going to have splendid
holidays, together..."

Later he really showed me his boyfriend's photos, and also the pictures
of their wedding, celebrated in the City Hall. I was astounded coming to
know that in Denmark also two men could be officially married, but I
also liked that a lot. Also their parents attended their wedding
ceremony, and this pleased me even more. I thought that really Denmark
was a civilized country! He explained me that they were married for four
years, but that they used to spend half of their holidays alone, looking
for an adventure. But when they were together, they were absolutely
faithful to each other.

On the following days Lars shot me some pictures, as he wanted to show
his Piet, his boyfriend, who was the young man he had had his summer
adventure. They were used to doing so. We made love every night all long
the tour period. At times we were starting with long and good
sixty-nines, but we anyway ended with me fucking him from the front as
he liked it.

When we parted, we exchanged our addresses and promised each other to
stay in touch and to write each other. This adventure had helped me to
erase from my mind Lorenzo, and I was grateful also for that to Lars.

Back to Turin, I at once wrote to Lars to thank him for the beautiful
summer days I spent with him and thanks to him, and asked him to send me
a picture with his boyfriend. He answered soon, with the picture I asked
him - they were both naked, near Piet's bike, half-embraced and kissing.
I hid it amongst my private things, as I didn't want Domenico to see it.

I asked myself several times if Domenico guessed something about my
sexuality... After all, he never saw me with a girl or heard me talk
about girls. But he never asked questions... Who knows!

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CONTINUES IN TAPE 6

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