Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2008 12:03:58 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Inheritance 9/9 (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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LAST TAPE

I was getting more and more fond of Mimmo and he of me. I was feeling I
loved him, more than as a friend or a brother but rather as the boy I
always desired most to have in my life. I was becoming more and more
attracted to him and even though I still hadn't seen him naked or even
half naked I desired him with increasing intensity. We had never talked
about sex or girls and I had no indication whether I could dare make a
move towards him or not.

It was about two months after he moved into the apartment when one
evening after supper he said, "Stefano, I'm feeling really good being
here with you. I would never have guessed when my mother died that I
would not remain alone, that I would soon have such a... such a
wonderful future. All this, thanks to you alone."

"I'm really glad to have you here with me as I was feeling lonely after
Domenico's death. I too am glad you're here."

"Yet at times you seem so pensive and withdrawn as if you had some
problem... Won't you confide in me? We are now... more than just
friends, aren't we?"

"Yes, you are right but it is a problem I have to solve by myself."

"So, I am right. Why don't you try and tell me? We are only three years
apart... I think I could understand!"

"I don't know. At times there are things difficult to say, to reveal...
even to one's best friend, even to a brother."

"I don't want to force you, Stefano. I just want you to know that I'm
always ready to listen to you..."

"Thank you. But, you see, there are matters about which it is really
difficult to talk..."

"Yes, I understand. Forgive me for having asked you..."

"No, no, on the contrary I am flattered you asked me." I answered
quietly.

His deep, dark eyes studied me for a while then he smiled and said, "You
see, my life has changed totally in these last months. And who made it
become interesting, beautiful, it has been you... And I love you
Stefano. I really love you. I would be or do anything to give you at
least some of the serenity, some of the joy you are giving me."

"You are already doing it, Mimmo." I answered with sincerity.

"But I would like to be able to do more to show you... how important you
are becoming to me."

On impulse, I seized his hand and our fingers intertwined. It was a
gesture tender and full of sentiment. At that sweet contact, I became
excited. My god how much I desired him!

So, with my voice broken by emotion I murmured, "I desire to embrace
you... to kiss you..." and my heart was beating loud in my chest.

He squeezed my hand and said, "You can..." and smiled me with such a
gentleness that I felt my heart melting.

Then, I don't really know where I found the courage, I said, "But not
just as a friend or a brother..."

With the same gentleness as before he said, "I know... and it will be
good for me too."

"Mimmo, I think... I believe I'm... I'm in love with you..." I said
desperately trying to make him understand what I desired of him, but
still unable to say it openly.

"Yes, Stefano, I know."

"And I'm afraid... I'm afraid a kiss would not be enough for me." I
added, almost trembling.

"For me neither, I think." he answered.

I wanted to stand up, to pull him to me, to hold him tight against me...
but was not able to move. I was looking at him, just looking at him.
Then Mimmo stood up and pulled me up also still with his fingers
intertwined in mine. He was just a breath away from me.

Looking in my eyes, he said, "If I am wrong... I hope you will forgive
me, Stefano, but I... I do love you and would like to make love with
you."

My heart was madly racing, my head spinning.

In a low voice, I told him, "I desire you so much Mimmo."

He gave such a sweet smile and said, "Now I want nothing more to be
totally happy! I always dreamed of a companion like you. If you want
me... I want to be yours."

"Always? You mean that you too... like me... you too are..."

"Yes, I'm gay though I don't have much experience. Up until now I only
had one companion, a schoolmate. We were both sixteen... it's thanks to
him that I understood my sexuality. We made love for one year until he
went as a volunteer in the Navy. We got on very well together even
though we weren't really in love. We had sex, yes, but... but we never
got to... to a complete union.

"But now I know that I'm in love with you... I just didn't know how to
tell you. But I thought...I felt that you were falling in love with
me... and I felt I had to do something, I had to take the risk... I
would like to make you happy, Stefano, I would like to give all of
myself to you, belong to you...do you want me, Stefano?"

"Oh, God... yes! And do you want me?"

"With all my heart, all my soul, all my body... with all of myself!"

"Oh, Mimmo, I feel like I'm dreaming..."

"You aren't... touch me, I'm here. Flesh and blood for you... for you
only."

"Embrace me, Mimmo, kiss me..." I murmured, moved.

He held me tight and gently touched the tip of his tongue to my lips. I
opened them, welcomed it and gently sucked it in. I felt his erection
and he felt mine.

"I feel such a strong desire for you, Stefano, but... I don't want to
burn all in a moment... Now that we both have been able to tell each
other of our love, I would like that we get to a complete union little
by little... Does that upset you?"

"No... yes... no... I don't know! It is hard for me not to strip you
naked now, at once. I have desired you for such a long time and I want
you terribly!"

"For me too. I too want you badly but we have been able to wait up till
now... let's wait just a little more... Tell me you love me, Stefano."

"Yes, yes! I love you, Mimmo. I desire you but above all I love you. I
want to devote my whole life to you. I want to make you happy."

"I know you will succeed."

"But why do you love me?"

"For how you welcomed me and treated me and because I felt your love for
me. Because you made me feel important and I felt day after day that you
were becoming more and more important to me. Because I feel I would not
be able to give you up, because I feel that if I lose you my life would
become empty again. Because in the night, in that wide bed, I dreamed of
having you near me and night after night to melt into being one with
you. Because you are beautiful in a way that goes beyond the physical.
Because you are much more than I could have dreamed of..." he said and
kissed me again.

His mouth was fresh as a mountain stream, his eyes bright like stars,
his body pliant and supple like a rush, his hands strong and warm. His
powerful erection was telling me of his desire for me and how beautiful
it is to feel desired!

He gently parted from me, "Today is July seven - 7-7. It's a beautiful
date, we should celebrate it every year, my love."

"Yes, oh yes. It's our date and our destiny."

"It's good being able to call each other love."

"Yes, my love."

"Will you tonight and for ever, sleep with me?"

"Yes of course, my love."

"I love you!"

Then I got a wonderful idea. "Mimmo, in less than one month we will go
on vacation to our Riviera villa."

"Yes..."

"We will then invite all our friends and so, in front of them... we will
marry. We will declare to each other our eternal love."

"That would be beautiful."

"It will be beautiful! We will also exchange rings. We will prepare the
announcement cards... We will start tomorrow to write the invitations.
Do you agree?"

"Yes, but on one condition... it will be on that first night after the
ceremony when I will give you my virginity, when we will totally unite."

"Oh my god! How can I resist one month in your bed... without touching
you?"

"We will touch, kiss each other... but without still having a complete
union... So that night will be even more beautiful."

"I will do my best to behave, my love, if that is what you desire."

"Yes. It will be the proof of the strength of our love. I too would like
to strip you here and now and start to make love at once, immediately,
and be all yours, totally yours. But I feel it will be more beautiful as
I said..."

I accepted, how could I not? That night I saw him naked for the first
time. His body was hairless and smooth, not overly muscled but really
beautiful and harmonious. He had two small pink, delightful nipples, a
thick tuft of hair on his pubes from which a beautiful meaty column was
arising, two small tufts under his armpits... And that sweet and
wonderful smile that enchanted me, especially now that I knew it was for
me only.

We barely touched each other, fearing we would go beyond the limit we
had imposed upon ourselves, we embraced and kissed. His skin was smooth
like silk, soft like velvet, but his body was firm.

"My god, how beautiful you are, Mimmo!" I murmured, moved.

"And you are so erotic, so sensual... more than desirable..."

We cuddled each other until sleep came, though it did not come easily.
During the night I awoke several times and each time, feeling him warm
and tender near me, I felt happy as I never had been. Yes, I was in
love! I really loved him and love is the most beautiful and sentimental
emotion one can feel.

The following day we wrote the invitations to all our friends, asking
them to come to the villa as our guests, in the week between the 12th
and 19th of August, telling them that on the 15th we would celebrate in
front of them the rite of our union. We invited Lorenzo and Sergio,
Roberto with Marco, Alessandro with his Franco, Lars and Piet, Giacomo
and Mattia and of course Malik and Marcos. To our great happiness all of
them accepted our invitation.

So after closing the shop for the summer holidays and helped by Marcos
and Malik who came with us, we went to the villa and prepared sleeping
places for all the couples. Then we went to a nearby restaurant to order
a dinner for the 15th.

We had already bought in Turin the two rings and the bombonni¸res as
well as two identical formal, very elegant but youthful suits, to wear
on the occasion. Mattia had promised us he would come with his cameras
to offer us a nice set of pictures, as a souvenir.

We met for the first time Alessandro's man, Franco, who was thirty-four
years old - he was a really likeable and handsome Tuscan. Mimmo met my
other friends and they at once got on well. He knew that almost all of
them had had sex with me but he was not jealous as I swore to him I
would be faithful to him and he now knew me well enough to know I was
sincere.

Malik had decorated the white salon of the villa with beautiful
arrangements of red and white flowers. On the morning of the 15th when
all of them were gathered, we came downstairs wearing our new suits to a
welcome of sustained applause. We then read from the paper we had
prepared.

"I, Stefano Boetto, in front of you all as witness, here declare my love
for Domenico Scanferla. I therefore solemnly undertake to give him my
love, my assistance, my help and respect in good and in bad fortune, in
health and in sickness, in youth and in old age, with the help of my God
and yours, forever. Therefore, Domenico, I place this ring on your
finger as token of my love and of my oath." And, incredibly moved, put
the ring on his finger.

Then Mimmo read the same formula and put the ring on my finger. We
signed the paper where the two declarations were written and all the
present wrote their signature as witness. We kissed, amidst the applause
of all our friends. Mattia, all through the simple ceremony, shot plenty
of pictures.

Then Mattia came with just we two into the garden in the back of the
villa and in front of a wall with blossoming vines, as we had asked him,
he shot there more pictures. Pictures of us kissing, holding each
other's hand and embracing all in the nude.

We dressed again in our suits and went back to rejoin the others.
Meanwhile Marcos was directing the staff of the restaurant in preparing
in the dining room the table for all the guests. When everything was
ready we sat at the table. After the meal we distributed the
bombonni¸res. We had managed to find a beautiful line drawing of the
Dioscuri that could be seen as two lovers. We had it reproduced on the
lid of beautiful silver snuffboxes with inside our names and the date.

And finally, while our friends were talking and amusing themselves,
Mimmo and I went upstairs to our room. Malik had decorated it also with
red and white flowers without us knowing it.

"At long last, my love... we can now made love!" I said, filled with
emotion.

"Yes, at long last, really! I'm beside myself... my desire for you is to
die for..." Mimmo whispered to me.

We undressed each other without hurry, caressing and kissing. We had
already seen many times our naked bodies, caressed them, kissed them,
touched them, and yet it was for us as if it was for the first time.
Mimmo seemed to me even more beautiful than usual, probably because he
was so happy, perhaps because I knew that soon he would finally be mine
and I his.

Through the open windows a strong, bright and joyous sun was flooding
in, caressing our bodies and making them even more alluring. We both
were so moved that it seemed almost impossible we were really living
such a magic moment. When we were naked, gloriously exposed to each
other, it was almost with awe that we touched each other. Our bodies
drew nearer, clung, as if magnetized.

"Good lord, how much I need you..." Mimmo whispered.

I took him in my arms, lifted him and placed him on the bed. He took my
member in his hands and kissed it, gently licked it.

"Now, Stefano, I can give you my virginity. I want you to first take
me."

"I love you!"

"Tell me again..." he commanded.

"I love you, I love you to die for, Mimmo!"

"Do you want me?"

"Yes, oh yes how I want you."

"Take me my love, I'm yours." he said opening his legs and offering
himself to me with a bright smile.

"My god, how beautiful you are, Mimmo!"

"Do you like me?"

"Crazily..."

I lay on him, slipping between his thighs and prepared myself to take
him. Knowing it was his first time, I was extremely worried so as not to
harm him. I hesitated but he encouraged me with his smile filled with
desire. I pushed and he totally relaxed. I started to sink into him
gently and with extreme caution, and felt him shudder while he was
opening for me, gradually receiving me.

"Oh, Stefano, finally... Oh, how good it is feeling you in me!" he
panted pushing his elbows on the bed and moving back to meet my push.

I finally was totally inside him.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked, still worried, pausing.

"No, no, it's wonderful my love. Don't be afraid as it's sooo good! Go
on my love. Go on!"

I then started to press down his hot and tight channel with my member, I
had never felt so hard. Mimmo was visibly enjoying it while giving me
utmost pleasure. I was happy giving him happiness, I wanted to make him
happy with all of myself. Looking at his radiant face was to me a
wonderful vision, knowing that I was causing that transfiguration
exalted me. I never felt such deep, intense, strong and beautiful
sensations. I was really feeling as one with him, united in one flesh
and one spirit. I loved him with all of myself. It really was a mystical
experience...

"I love you, Mimmo!" I murmured, moved.

"Yes, love, I feel it." he answered, ecstatic.

It is difficult finding words to describe what we felt in that first
union. Also when I reached the peak of pleasure and gave him all my
seed, I had the strong feeling that with him it was totally different to
all the others I had known. Between us something was happening
infinitely more beautiful and precious, something... sacred! Then,
almost without pause it was time for him to enter me and the miracle
happened again, exactly the same.

People in general, and even some gays, seem to make a distinction
between a top and a bottom, almost as if the top is the 'male' and the
other the 'female'. It is possible that for some people this may be so,
but I never felt anything like that and in particular with Mimmo. When
he takes me and towers over me with his vigour and virility, I still
feel deeply and totally male. When I take him and he offers himself to
me and welcomes me in him, I still feel him to be really and fully a
male.  I think that this is the beauty of our union - the fact that in
the union of two males who really love each other there is no
difference.

After that first time our loving became less... extraordinary, more
normal but no less beautiful and valid. In our union there is more calm
but no less pleasure or less mutual desire.

It is now five years that Mimmo and I have been living together. In
these five years some new things have happened

Gradually Anselmo came to understand that we two are lovers, thus he
opened to us. As I had guessed he too is gay, but he never got the
courage to accept himself as such. Opening with us, he also started at
long last to accept himself. So he stopped going once in a while to go
around looking for a hustler and then to feel guilty. This lead him not
only to live more serenely but also, come with us at times to gay discos
or other gay premises. Thus he finally found a lover, Giorgio, with whom
is now living for some two years. Giorgio is a thirty-two year old
white-collar worker. He isn't really handsome but he is a good-hearted
man, likeable and intelligent. So now our Anselmo is more open
extroverted and serene.

Another change is that Malik and Marcos are now living with us, in our
little guests quarter, Moreover Malik started to work with Anselmo in
our shop taking care of transportation and deliveries and, under
Anselmo's guidance, he is also learning the restorer's craft.

Mimmo and I bought a small two place camper-van that we use often to do
some trips in the week-ends and in vacations. We are gradually exploring
Italy and the neighbouring countries, doing some agreeable tourism.

But the latest change happened a little more than a year ago. My brother
Mario, the youngest one, was sent to Turin for his army service.
Therefore of course he came to visit me. In accord with Mimmo, we
decided we had to tell Mario about our relationship. Thus on the second
occasion when he was off duty and came to see me, while we were having
our lunch I tackled that subject with him.

"Mario, Mimmo and I have something to tell you but have first to ask you
to keep  secret what we are about to tell you with everybody but mainly
with our family..." I started.

Mario looked at me somewhat surprised and somewhat with curiosity said,
"Sure, as you want."

"Good. You see Mario, Mimmo and I are lovers and have been for five
years." I said straightforwardly, thinking it was useless to beat about
the bush.

Mario looked at me with a less amazed expression than I had anticipated.
Then said, "Really? You and Mimmo... But you, Stefano, you've always
been... that way?"

"Yes, since I was a kid, since I was taking our cows to the pasture with
my friends..."

"But... you never had any problems being... being that way?" Mario
asked, seeming more interested than puzzled.

"No, Mario, I have always been happy with my kind of sexuality."

Mario was pensive for a short while, then said, "Well, thank you for
telling me. Because, you see, it has always been a problem for me. I
mean, I too at the pasture, with my friends... But I always thought it
was something wrong and so I always tried to stop doing it... without
being able to stop. I believed I was sick... wrong... Even more now,
here in the barracks, where all my mates always only talk of pussies and
despise faggots... I really didn't know what to do, how to.... I tried
having sex with a girl but... but really girls are not able to arouse me
at all."

So we talked a lot about being gay. On one hand it was a relief for me
that Mario was also gay because we could now have him around without
problems and on the other hand try to help him to accept himself
serenely and without trauma. But I think that, more than our words, what
really helped Mario was seeing how content Mimmo and I are together and
how happy we are loving each other.

We took Mario to the gay discos with us and introduced him to all our
gay friends. I know that he also had some adventures because afterwards
he wanted to discuss them with us in order to better understand things.

He was near the end of his army service when he met a boy. He was a
Bosnian political refugee. A blond boy, really handsome, a Muslim of
twenty-one years who in his land and before his escape had been working
as an electrician.

After meeting several times, Mario became aware that between them was
beginning something really serious so he brought Ahmed to our home to
introduce  him. I felt funny meeting a blond Muslim with light
aquamarine eyes. The boy was living in Italy with a residence permit as
a political refugee, but had not yet been able to find a job. So he
survived by washing car windows at the traffic lights and selling
lighters on the street or doing any small temporary job he could find.

He seemed to be a good boy and we saw how much Mario and he were
affectionate. They had met one evening in a bar. Ahmed, with his tray of
lighters and tissues entered that bar asking the barman the kindness to
give him a glass of water. The barman rudely answered him that they were
there to sell drinks and that they weren't an assistance centre for
tramps. Ahmed politely excused himself and said, "I'm a Bosnian refugee
so I've no money, please forgive me." At that the barman started a
racist tirade, saying that we Italians are fed up with Moroccans and
niggers and gypsies and 'wanna buy' and rubbish like that.

Mario, who was about to order a sandwich and a cappuccino, intervened in
defence of the boy. Then said to him "Let's go! Come with me to a bar
with a civilized owner, and I'll willingly offer you refreshment." They
went out and Mario apologized saying "Not all Italians are like that
man!" "I know," the boy replied "but I've become used to being so ill
treated."

They went to another coffee shop, sat down and while eating and
drinking, talked. Ahmed told him about his escape from a Serbian
concentration camp... and told him that the camp officer, having
discovered he was gay, had raped him several times. As Ahmed had
declared with great simplicity his homosexuality so Mario, who was
feeling attracted to the boy, told him that he too was gay and that he
would like to make love with him.

Ahmed accepted at once as he too liked Mario. But they didn't know where
to go. Mario didn't feel like bringing to our home somebody he had just
met. Ahmed told him that he had heard that near Porta Nuova station
there was a hostel renting rooms by hour. So they went there, Mario paid
for the room and they made love. Mario got a deep impression of that
boy's sweetness and they felt so good to be together that they decided
to meet again. When Mario was off duty and they were able to meet, they
went to eat a pizza together, then to a movie, then to that obliging
hostel. Each time it was on Mario, but Ahmed always wanted to help with
his money and Mario had to insist that it was he who paid.

The evening when we met Ahmed, we got at once a really positive
impression of him. Therefore, after the supper, I told Mario, "If you
want to take him to your room... there is no problem with us..." Mario
nodded with a smile and Ahmed delightfully blushed, but joyfully
followed him. While the two boys were making love, I talked with Mimmo
and we decided we had to try to help Ahmed .

When we had the opportunity to talk with Mario in private, we asked him
if he intended to start a steady relationship with Ahmed.

"Yes, we talked about that and we would like very much to live together.
We fit nicely together and we are very fond of each other."

I then asked him, "What are you planning to do, Mario, after your army
service Is over? Do you plan to stay here in Turin or to go back to our
village?"

"Well, of course I'd like it better staying here in Turin - I certainly
can't take Ahmed with me to the village."

"Do you have in mind what sort of job you will do?"

"No, I don't know. I don't have any training or specialization. You know
that I'm only able to care for the cows..."

"What would you think if Mimmo and I set up an electrical appliances
shop so you and Ahmed could work in it? And if you wish you both can
come and live here with us in the room you are now using..."

"Oh, Stefano, Mimmo... it would be wonderful, a dream come true! But an
electrical appliances shop would cost... millions!"

"We have money... and you two can repay it gradually when your business
starts to be profitable. Ahmed can go to the customers' houses to do
repairs and installations and you can stay in the shop... Why don't you
tell Ahmed?"

Mario, excited and happy, embraced and thanked us. As soon as he met
Ahmed he told him about our proposal. The boy was really moved and
wanted to come to thank us in person and swore he would be forever
grateful to us.

So, as soon as Mario got his certificate of discharge we bought for them
a premise in Lagrange Street, registering it at both their names. Had it
fitted out and gave them their first big order so that they could start
their business. Mario and Ahmed came to live with us and the more we get
to know Ahmed, the more we liked him. He really is a good and gentle boy
and is nowadays a member of the family. He also gets along nicely with
Malik and Marcos so now we are all six just one big happy family.

So, my dear Andrej, this is my story. You asked me to tell it to you and
here is my recording. If you want to transcribe these nine tapes and
publish it on your site, Mimmo and I and the others have no problems.
Who knows, it might be of some use to somebody trying to accept himself
or to accept us. My thoughts or convictions are as follows - I am glad
for being alive, being gay, having a lover and friends who love me. I
wish everybody could know such happiness and, above all, to be able to
serenely accept their sexuality and whatever life deals to them. Life is
a gift and a banquet my friend! Enjoy!

Well. I will end here and hope this may be of some use or interest to
you.

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THE END

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