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Arun T

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Boarding the train, I breathed a sigh of relief to find I had a spacious compartment all to myself. I stretched out across the seats and put my headphones on, making sure to set an alarm on my phone as the trip between Rome and Florence was not a long one. I heard the final passenger call, and then the conductor"s whistle. As the music washed over me, I felt all the stress leave my body, literally like it was flowing out of my fingertips. It had been a busy week, and it did not take long for the gentle rocking of the carriage to lull me to sleep.

I must have been asleep only for around twenty minutes before the sound of the compartment door slamming jerked me half awake causing my Beats headphones to slip off my ears and the soothing voice of Tracy Chapman to abrupty stop. Someone else had joined me in the compartment. He was tall, maybe 6"3, and wearing a tailored suit that hugged his body in all the right places. He turned and sat to face me.

His face shook off all of my drowsiness. Tousled brown hair, light green eyes, and cheek bones that could cut glass were accentuated by a light stubble. He caught my eyes and there was a pause between us. I wanted to look away, but I couldn"t. This man knew me before even speaking- his eyes were reading my thoughts; did he mind me staring? God, I hope not, the last time I stared at a cute guy things had not gone my way

After five seconds of staring, his beautiful face relaxed into a smile, revealing gorgeous dimples I wanted to poke my finger in to, and perfect white teeth.

"Hi", he said. I was stunned. Why was this God talking to me?

"Hello", I replied nervously. His smile grew, and he continued staring at me.

I tried to look everywhere but his face- the window was a good place to start. But there was nothing to see, just empty fields and a cloudy sky. My eyes were drawn back to him. He had removed his jacket, and his fitted white shirt emphasised his lean, hard body. I might have shut my eyes to stop myself from gawking.

"Where are you from?", he asked. I opened my eyes, and regarded him. I was mesmerised by his full lips and tanned, smooth skin.

"London", was all I managed. His smile grew even fuller.

"Really! I love that city. So is this your first time in Italy?", he asked.

"No, but it"s my first time going to Florence. I"m supposed to be meeting my Grandmother in Tuscany in a couple of days but I thought I"d go early and explore the city before I see her". He nodded in response.

"I have a villa in Tuscany. It"s nice to get away from the city and relax once in a while you know?"

No. I did not know. But I nodded anyway and smiled weakly at him. He turned to look out of the window and his profile made me breathless. I had plenty of good looking friends, but none of them made my heart beat triple in speed like this guy did.

He turned back towards me, and to avoid another awkward pause I began asking him questions about himself, such as where he"d learned to speak such excellent English and what he did for a living. I found out he had learned English at school and University and he was now a Trader in the City. He had struck out completely on his own as he had defied his Father"s wishes for him to take over his firm of solicitors. This was the only time in the conversation that his smile vanished and I decided not to push for more information.

"Whats your name?", I asked.

He gave a very sexy smile and my dick twitched behind my slightly too tight chinos.

"Nicolo". It suited him. I repeated it a few times and he chuckled slightly at my bad Italian accent.

"What"s yours?"

"Arun...".

He didn"t repeat my name. He nodded again, still smiling slightly, and looked out of the window again. The grey sky had cleared, and the landscape had changed completely. I didn"t expect Tuscany to actually look as it did in the postcards, with the rolling hills full of flowers and grape vines with the villas perched at the top. My look of wonder must have shown:

"Beautiful, isn"t it"

"Yes you are" I said quietly. Instantly, I realised my mistake, and I could feel my face turning several shades of red. Maybe he hadn"t heard? Shit. He heard it alright. Nicolo grinned.

"I meant the view, but thanks anyway. You"re beautiful too"

My face burned, and I could feel myself getting a boner. This guy was so hot, but at the same time, so hard to read. I had no idea about his sexuality seeing as I had known him for all of one hour. He fiddled with his hands slightly, his strong brow creased. "He has nice eyebrows", I mused to myself. Nicolo looked up, breaking my train of thought. Again, it"s like he was reading my thoughts.

"You staying somewhere nice before you see your Grandma, Arun?", he asked suddenly.

"Some Hotel I found".

"Is it a good one?"

"Quite good I think. It"s only a three star but i don"t want to waste my money on a fancy hotel "cause I"ll be out most of the time anyway. Just need a place to rest my head".

"I"ll drive you there". It was not a question, it was a statement. My dick hardened to it"s full seven inches.

"The taxi drivers around here are all sicilian. Not nice people. They"ll over-charge you", he said, his brow slightly creased at the thought of the drivers. Should I trust Nicolo enough to get in a car with him? My answer came involountarily out of my mouth as he gazed at me for an answer.

"Sure. I"d love to", I blurted out. He smiled, those appealing dimples showing themselves again. The train was slowing down, then suddenly ground to a halt at the station. The sudden jerking motion caused Nicolo"s bag to fall off the rail above him, fly over his head, and hit me squarely in the chest.

"Ooof". Damn, that was gonna bruise by the evening. In an instant, Nicolo had stood over me and removed the bag.

"Shit! You okay? I"m so sorry, I should have pushed the bag further in, that"s never happened before. I"m sorry". He rested a hand on my shoulder. If he knew how much more painful my boner was than my chest, he wouldn"t have done that.

"I"m okay. It wasn"t your fault anyway". His face still bore a look of concern as we headed out of the compartment. The weather was beautiful, a complete difference to Rome. I could see the sun beating down on the hills in the distance. Nicolo led me to the station car park. When I saw his car, I swore loudly. An Aston Martin DBS. Not a very Italain car, quintessentially British actually, but it suited him.

"You"re all of twenty three, maybe twenty four years old. How the hell did you get this!". He winked, causing another twitch behind my boxers.

"Twenty two actually. You see, I"m rather good at this Trading thing". This guy has it all, I thought to myself as I opened the passenger door and climbed in. I shuddered slightly as the throaty engine roared to life. The car had a very sexual aura, just like Nicolo.

There was silence in the car, and I reached to put the radio on. A fraction of a second later, Nicolo did the same thing, and his hand rested on top of mine. It felt like an electric current was running through my hand, quickly transmitting through the rest of my body. I looked at Nicolo uncertainly, and could find nothing in his face but a look of faint amusement. I snatched my hand away and looked out of the window.

My Hotel was near the Ponte Vecchio (I think it translates to the "Old Bridge"). It looked quite a seedy area, and when Nicolo found my hotel, he looked appauled.

"There is no way you are staying in that", he said, gesturing towards the slightly run down hotel I was to stay in. I shrugged nonchalantly, but instead of allowing me to get out of the car, Nicolo reversed, and drove towards the "Toscana" signs. My heart beat tripled.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.

"You"re staying with me. You"re a teenager in a big new city that will most likely take advantage of you. You can"t stay in that hotel with the drunks and beggars outside, so you"ll stay with me for a bit. OK?". Once again, a statement disguised as a question. I marvelled at the generosity of this stunning hunk.

"I could be a thief or murderer...". He laughed loudly, and turned to regard me.

"Trust me, you couldn"t". He carried on looking at me. His carefree smile was gone,but his hypnotizing eyes looked warm".

"Nicolo, you"re more on the left than the right", I said, grateful for the distraction.

"Hmm?", he said distractedly.

"The road!"

"Oh. Right".

He quickly adjusted the wheel, and focused on the road again. I noticed his jaw had tightened slightly, making him just that bit more good looking, but I hope I hadn"t pissed him off. We had reached a dirt track branching off the main road. There was a gate accross the track, and as the Aston came close, it opened automatically.

Nicolo gently edged the car onto the track and uphill. Over the crest of the hill, a Villa emerged. It looked old, but pretty large, with a couple of newer extensions built on the sides. I gasped. Sure, the villa was lovely, but the view was absolutely breathtaking. All I could see for miles around were grape vines rolling over the hills. It would have made an amazing picture- the greens,purples and ocassional splashes of oranges and yellows amongst the vines.

"It"s beautiful". Nicolo nodded his agreement.

He parked under a shady cover and took the key out of the ignition, exiting the car. I followed him to the large door. He fished around for the keys in his back pocket. How I wish I could have been those keys in that pocket so close to his ass. He unlocked the door and beckoned me inside.

The inside of the villa was refreshingly cool compared to the baking heat outside. I admired the view out of the panoramic windows. There was a spacious kitchen and dining area, with a living room through another archway. The bedrooms were to the right, and i followed Nicolo to see where I would be staying. Nicolo walked into his room, already unbuttoning his shirt.

"There are some rooms down the corridor. You can pick whichever one you like".

I wanted to see him shirtless but I decided that would be far too bold. I followed the corridor and found the first guest room. It was spacious, but I wanted to see the others aswell. The next one had a fireman"s pole. Peering down it, I saw it led to a garage where a sleek black Merc was. I had underestimated Nicolo"s wealth.

The third room was much more to my liking. There was no wallpaper, instead, the walls had been shrouded in a red gauze that was soft to the touch. It was the most spacious of the three, and there was a large grand piano in the corner. A Steinway no less. I began to play a few notes of Fur Elise on it, but was interrupted by Nicolo coming in. He was wearing a white sleeveless vest and had no trousers on- just boxers. I stopped playing. Maybe it was just for show and he was about to berate me.

"Why"d you stop playing! I was enjoying that". I wasn"t really paying attention to his words. He had leant against the doorframe,and his sinewy arms were flexing and bulging with the slightest effort. I took in his toned legs, and I could well imagine what his chest looked like underneath that revealing A shirt. He walked over to where I was sitting on the piano stool.

"Stand up, I wanna see if that thump on the chest from my damned briefcase did any damage". I stood, and what he did next nearly made me faint from excitement. He began unbottoning my shirt. He undid the first four buttons, then pulled the two sides apart, revealing a slight blackish-blue bruise. He touched my chest, and my heartbeat leapt out at him. He took his hand away quickly, and stared at me. I quickly lowered my eyes to the floor. "Scomodo", I thought to myself- the Italian word for awkward.

"Look at me please...". I did not. I could not. My eyes were rooted to the floor. He put his index finger underneath my chin and lifted my head. I still kept my eyes on the floor.

"Look at me", he said softly, drumming the soft skin of my neck with his finger- willing me to look up.

I did so, and his eyes bored into mine. My mouth went dry as he moved closer. He moved a hand behind my waist, and let it rest on the small of my back. Slowly, he lowered his face to mine, still looking intensely at me.

I could feel his hot breath on my skin, smell his fragrant skin- it smelt like choclolate and cinnamon. Slowly, gently, he brought his lips to mine. I shut my eyes as he kissed me. After staying frozen like that for a few moments, I relaxed, and gently parted my lips. He pried my mouth open with his tongue, and I groaned into his mouth. His tongue was like velvet rubbing against mine. He continued to probe my mouth, and I took the oppurtunity to run my hands through his thick, luscious locks. He moaned, and without warning, scooped me up bride style whilst still kissing me.

He adjusted me so I had one leg either side of his waist, wrapped around his back. I could feel his rock hard cock poking through his boxers at my ass as he began to plant little kisses on my mouth, neck and earlobe. I ran my hands through his chestnut tresses, and he kissed me with passion as we entered his bedroom. Laying me down on my back, he pulled the shirt off me and began devouring my neck, biting and sucking, sure to leave hickies all over. I loved the feeling of his full body weight on top of me, constricting me. This man was going to have his way with me whether liked it or not, but I was more than happy to oblige.

He pinned my arms above my head, and brought his mouth to my ear.

"You ever done this before Arun?" he questioned, his tongue flitting in and out of my ear and his teeth gently grazing my earlobe.

"No", I managed to breathe back. He propped himself over me.

"I"ve never done it either".

I stopped writhing about for a second and looked at him. I could not believe it. How could this guy still be a virgin? The sincerity in his eyes confirmed what he"d said.

"Would you be my first?", he asked bashfully.

I laughed. Of course I fucking would. In answer, I pulled his face towards mine and kissed him. This seemd enough of an answer for him, and he began removing my chinos. At last! My poor dick was free. The top of it was peeking past my briefs, and Nicolo noticed this. He squeezed the spongy head of it, causing me to gasp and squirm. He held me down with his thick arms and continued kissing down my chest, reaching my nipple and flicking his tongue over it until it grew hard. He licked all over my chest, and continued his descent to my abs.

The past six months, I had been a slave to my body since everyone had started teasing me about how puny I looked. I had gone the whole hog; whey protein, working out for at least two hours every weekday and six hours at the weekend; early morning jogs; a diet that made me dread meal times because I knew how bland the food was gonna be. All so my friends would stop teasing me.

Kinda pathetic, I know, but I think the results had paid off. My pecs had and abs had tightened, the skin stretched taught over the developing six-pack, and I could run faster for much longer distances. I had nothing on Nicolo though. He had removed his shirt, and his body was almost as beautiful as his face.

He obviously played some contact sport- Rugby maybe. His strong shoulders sloped down to bulky pectoral muscles and a ridged, cut six pack. His slim waist tapered into a v-shape, but I could not tell what was behind the boxers just yet.

I had to remove them quickly. Wasting no time, I grabbed Nicolo by his hair and pulle slightly. He looked up concerned, and I pushed him onto his back. Like a madman, I ripped his boxers down and gazed upon his piece.

Eight inches of uncut dick. And it was still on the rise. Nicolo had risen, pulling me to his chest and bending down to kiss me. I allowed his tongue to move freely around my mouth, enjoying it"s warmth and the taste of his saliva. I reached down between our chests and caressed his smooth organ. He groaned into my mouth as I squeezed it hard, and was rewarded with a few strands of pre-cum dripping on my hand. I wiped it onto the sides of his cock, before bending down to take it in my mouth.

I had never given head before, and I looked with slight trepidation at the pulsating now nine inch monster before me. Gulping, I decided the best thing to do was try and take in as much as possible at once. I opened my mouth wide, and grabbing Nico by the hips, crammed his dick down my throat. Nicolo screamed out in delight as his dick touched the back of my throat.

I was determined not to gag, and forced myself to relax as he began to gently push it further down my throat. I closed my eyes, and opened them when I felt his wiry bush poking against my face. I had taken in all of his cock and not even gagged. I was so freakin proud of myself. Coming up for air, I licked the underside of the head, causing another deep groan from him. He pushed my head back onto his dick.

"Please, please just a bit more". His face was picture perfect- he was biting his bottom lip,with his eyes shut tightly. A small rivulet of sweat ran down his neck inbetween his pecs. I went down on his dick again, and began a bobbing motion. He obviously liked this, for he held my head with both hands and began to face fuck me. Every time the head of his dick was constricted by my throat muscles he would give a little cry of ecstacy.

I could sense he was close. His dick was throbbing in my mouth and releasing copious amounts of pre cum. I pulled my head away and he instantle leapt on me, pinning me down and forcing me to kiss him, tasting his own salty/sweet treat. I liked how he was aggressive and gentle at the sane time. His fingers running through my hair, but at the same time, his tongue insistently exploring my mouth, as if I belonged to him.

"I"m gonna make you mine", he muttered. My skin heated up when he said those words. He flipped me over onto my stomach effortlessly, so he had easier access to my ass. When I felt his humid breath in my crack, I nearly fainted with excitement. His long tongue licked across my tight hole, and I instinctively squirmed away. He held both of my thighs with his strong hands, and dove in at his target. He jammed his tongue as far as it could go.

I clenched around it, and he had to wait a few seconds before I was relaxed. Once I had got used to it, it was an incredible sensation. Nicolo was amazing. He was doing all these corkscrew actions, trying to get deeper and deeper. He brought both hands to my asscheeks and pulled them apart slightly. He dove in again, making me yelp loudly. He seemed intent on making my crack as moist as possible. He bit my left ass cheek, and flipped me over again.

The tip of his cock was pulsating, and was leaking gooey,pearly strands.

"Arun?"

I looked up at him.

"I don"t want to force you to do this. Tell me now if you"re not keen on it". The sincerity in his eyes caused a lump to form in my throat. He looked beautiful-every muscle in his toned body emphasised by the slight sheen of sweat that now covered him. How could I deny such a perfect human being?

"Nicolo Even though I"ve known you for half a day I couldn"t think of someone I would want to be my first more than you. When you touched my hand, I literally felt the sparks. I don"t know if you felt it too, and I don"t know if you want more than just sex from me at the moment. But until then-I know this will sound desperate- but...I"ll take all I can get". I allowed the meaning of the words to sink in, and Nicolo wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him.

I shivered all over as he kissed me softly, gently allowing our tongues to explore the other"s mouth. I savoured the feel of his slight stubble against my soft cheek. Reaching over to his bedside table, he pulled out a tube of KY jelly. Laying me back down, he squeezed a pearl of gel onto his index finger, then let it rest at the entrance of my asshole. In one fluid motion, he inserted his index finger. I moaned in anticipation, and clenched around his finger. He knelt down and whispered words of encoragement in my ear as he began moving it in and out.

He inserted a second finger. My mouth was wide open, but I could make no audible sounds. I had never experienced something so pleasureable before, and the pain I"d heard about so often had not yet come. He removed his fingers and slathered the excess on his potent, now ten inch weapon. I gulped inwardly, then steeled myself. I would take it like a man.

"Final chance", he said softly. I admired his gentleness, but I was growing slightly impatient.

"Just fuck me already!"

He winked before replying, making my dick throb against my stomach.

"Love you too babe". Then he inserted the head of his dick in my rectum. Instantly, white hot pain erupted through me. I nearly cried out, but clenched my teeth. I expected Nicolo to stay still, but without warning, he kissed me deeply, then stuck his entire dick up my ass. I swear I could feel the air contracting inside my gut. I would have screamed, but Nicolo was covering my mouth with his, kissing me so passionately for a minute it felt like I belonged to him, and he was the only person I would ever kiss again. He lay perfectly still, his dick throbbing impatiently in my rectum. I knew he was trying to be gentle, but I wanted to please him. I clenched my ass muscles around the base of his thick dick and he groaned contentedly into my mouth.

He began rocking back and forth slightly. Our lips separated and I gasped for breath. He pulled all the way out, until just the tip of his dick was in me, then pushed in again, excruciatingly slowly. I let out a soft whimper which was answered by a low growl as he upped the tempo. He began a regular thrusting motion. I let my hands roam up and down the broad expanse of his back, feeling all the tight muscles and his sun kissed shoulders popping with energy.

He paused slightly to nibble on my earlobe, then thrusted himself hard into me. The tip of his dick touched something inside me-something that caused my whole body to jump. I yelled very loudly. Nicolo laughed, "That was your prostate my dear", he said still chewing on my earlobe and grinding the tip of his dick into my prostate. The combination of him rubbing my prostate with his prodigious pole and the way his chest was rubbing against my dick had my whole body to explode any second.

He switched his lips to my neck as he rolled his hips between my legs, massaging my inner walls. This guy thought he was calling all the shots; "I"ll show him", I thought to myself. Nico was pumping at a furious pace now, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. I draped my arms around his neck, and allowed him to continue. The force of his thrusts was leaving me breathless, and there was nothing I could do but hold on for dear life as he ravished my bowels.

He continued for another five minutes, not letting the pace up even for a second. He looked at me intently and I stared back at him. I could still not get over the fact that he had chosen me. His tight, sweat covered chest was rubbing hard against my dick now, and I could feel myself getting close.

"Fuck! Nico...I"m about to cum".

He grinned at me, and reached down to caress my dick. He squeezed it hard. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, as the most powerful orgasm of my life ripped through my body. Thick, white strands appeared on Nico"s golden, tanned chest. I also squeezed my asshole as tight as I possibly could. Nico groaned deeply, and with one final mega-thrust, slammed all the way inside me. I felt his dick expand as he shot his profuse load deep inside me.

Nico collapsed on my chest, his ear right over my furiously beating heart. He closed his eyes and rested for about half a minute. I absentmindedly glanced over at the clock and realised with surprise that we had been at it for over half an hour straight. He lifted himself off my chest and propped himself up with his elbows on either side of me.

I brushed one of his light brown bangs out of his away from his eyes so I could look at him. He leaned down and placed his soft pink lips on mine. I tried to memorise this moment- the feverish kiss, the smell of Nico"s amazing aftershave mixed with his natural scent and his penetrating green eyes that almost paralysed me with lust.

"I think we need a shower", he said softly after removing his mouth from mine. I nodded my agreement and with that, he picked me up again and we proceeded to the bathroom. The shower was amazing. The showerhead itself was about as wide as a car tyre, and when Nico turned it on I could almost feel like I was under a waterfall. We let the sweat and cum wash free from our bodies before we began soaping each other.

I started by soaping his ripped chest, enjoying watching the suds flow over his pectorals and abs. He then reached behind me and started soaping my crack up. It was all innocent and fun, then Nicolo tried to slip a finger up there. I scooted away in mock horror and raised my voice.

"Hey. HEY. None of that, or you wont be getting it ever again". Nicolo pouted, and he looked so damn adorable.

"I"m just playing baby", he said in a mock cocky voice, swaggering over to me and trying to touch my arse again. I flicked his balls as hard as I could with my middle finger. He howled, and nearly fell to his knees. I nearly fell to my knees from laughing so hard. His pain didn"t seem to last for long though. He straightened, and pinned me against the glass shower wall with both arms above my head.

"Think that was funny MOFO!" he said in my face. I shrugged slightly.

"Yeah I do actually. And what?"

His eyes glinted, and I could see his cock beginning to stir. He kissed me again, forcefully shoving his talented tongue deep into the recesses of my mouth. I groaned, and attempted to pull him in further by snaking my arms around his neck. His lips tasted so sweet. He pulled away, leaving me gasping for air. He began sucking on my neck rather forcefully. It was at this stage that I realised I had to assert what little power I had over him.

I had done karate for eleven years, and knew exactly how to get out of the position I was in at the moment. Kicking his right ankle with my left foot, it quickly buckled from undrneath him, and the momentary distraction caused his grip on my wrists above my head to loosen slightly. I tore my left arm free, and knocked his chest backwards, also freeing my right arm. He looked surprised at this show of force.

He probably didn"t expect me to be strong enough to break free from him. "Not finished yet though dear" I thought to myself. Running at him, I kicked him in the solar plexus fairly hard. This caused him to bend, and I knocked his legs out from under him. Before his head could smash against the floor, I placed a hand behind it and let the rest of his body fall unceremoniously.

I straddled his chest, feeling his dick against my crack. He looked at me with amazement and I let out a small chuckle. I, a five foot eight fairly skinny guy had just reduced this six foot three muscled hunk to the floor. I felt quite proud of myself, and leaned down to kiss him which he eagerly accepted and returned.

"Holy shit Arun! Where"d you learn that? I swear, Mr.Miyagi must be your grandfather or something". Laughing, I helped him up and we continued our shower without further incident. When the bathroom was entirely fogged up, Nicolo turned the shower off and walked out to fetch two large towels. I walked up to him, and his hands became a frenzied blur as he dried me as vigorously as possible. When he removed the towel from my face and head, my hair was standing in all different directions. He did not stop until all moisture had been removed from my body. He then dried himself and walked me into his bedroom.

There was no need for me to sleep in my own separate bed now. I hunted around in Nicolo"s drawers for something that would fit me. I decided since it was quite hot, I would wear just boxers. I found some form fitting black ones, and sat on the bed, waiting for Nico. he appeared in just boxers aswell.

"Where did you get those boxers from? I thought I just found your underwear drawer..." I asked.

"Theres a closet behind here", he said tapping on a mirror next to the bathroom.

The mirror opened up when pushed, and I flicked a light switch. The closet was bigger than my room at home. It was filled with suits, shoes, expensive casual shirts and colognes with fancy names such as "Creed" by "Aventus" and other such things a simpleton like me had never seen before.

I walked over to his bed where he was now lying and got under the covers with him. A panel on the side of the bed dimmed the lights, and the air conditioning also kicked in. I looked over at Nico on the other side of the bed. He seemed deep in thought, looking at the ceiling. He turned to face me and smiled. My stomach lurched when his dimples re-appeared.

"Come closer, you"re all the way on the other side", he said.

Up until he said that, I still would have thought that maybe he was just an incredibly good looking guy who just needed to get off, and therefore picked me up. By asking me to scoot closer to him I felt much more valued.

I redted my head on his chest, and he sighed with what I hoped was contentment. He wrapped both of his arms around me firmly, not so tightly that my breathing was constricted, but enought to let me know that I should feel safe and protected. He brought his lips to my ear.

"You"re all mine now". I shuddered when he said it, and he kissed me on the top of my head, his nose resting in my hair. I closed my eyes and allowed the steady rise and fall of Nicolo"s chest to lull me into a deep sleep.