Part (1)

It had been nearly a decade since my folks had died. A car accident had made me an orphan, but that’s a different story. I never knew my relations, other than my Aunt who took me in, and raised me.  She never talked about others, though there were the odd references, if I think about it.

Life wasn’t hard, as my folks had left some money, and my Aunt, in her own right, was rather well off. So my youth wasn’t all that bad. No private school, but I never lacked for anything, material things.  Course, affection, love, those were things she just couldn’t, or wouldn’t, give me.

As a gawky teenager, I craved for it, but never got it. Water under the bridge, I thought, until my Aunt fell victim to Cancer. That was just a little while ago, and to my amazement, I was left it all.  She never married, didn’t have any kids, but I gotta tell ya, the reading of her will by some stuffed shirt Barrister, was freaky shit.

That is where I learned I had family, real people including a cousin, who was mentioned in my Aunt’s will.  Phillipe was the name, and for some reason, out of the entire family, he was the only one she mentioned by name. It was odd, but got stranger, when I was told, that I had to personally deliver to him, a sealed envelope, from my Aunt.

No explanation as to why, or even what was in the envelope. Just that if I wanted her money, I had to complete the task, prove it to the satisfaction of the Executor, before I could have one farthing of her estate.  That included the home, and all that went with it.

The Barrister, old Mr. Gosforth, had the airplane ticket, hotel accommodation booked & paid for, and a VISA credit card I could use, while on the journey. He told me it had a limit of €2500.00 and if it ran out, well that was my problem, not his. The hotel would allow me my meals, which would be paid by the estate, but I was only booked for two weeks. Again, my problem if things hadn’t been concluded within that time.

Bottom line, I had two weeks, where I could enjoy breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a roof over my head, after which, I was out on the street. I didn’t expect it would take that long, as after all, it was just to deliver Cousin Phillipe a letter, get him to acknowledge I had given it to him, and come back, to claim my inheritance.

A vacation to Prague thrown in, all expenses paid, didn’t seem so terrible.

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The hotel wasn’t what you would call five star, but was rather nice. Everything was going like clockwork. The trip was uneventful, and even registering at the quaint old school hotel was almost, well, natural.  That is, until I got into the room.

Before I could even get my shirt off, wash the travel from my eyes, the phone was doing it’s thing. Almost as if it had been just waiting, till I was heading to the small basin and tap.  The shrill ring was like some old Queen screaming, or so it seemed.

Answering it’s piercing cry, I was stunned to hear a strong male voice, asking for me by name.  More surprising, was when the voice introduced himself, as Cousin Phillipe.  I should have expected that, I guess. My mind was still tired, but it seem my Cousin would be arriving at the hotel, at 8pm.

He was quick to suggest we meet in the Lobby, then go for dinner in the Hotel’s dining room. As he put it, might as well enjoy it, as it was free. Now like, how did he know meals were paid for?

That would give me a bit of time, to wash up and change into something fresh. Course it bugged me, at how did he know about the meals in the hotel being paid for, and then too, how the fuck did he know I was even coming to see him? Like it was all too coincidental. While I stripped off my clothes, I realized he had to have been tipped off by my Aunt’s Barrister.

How else would he know my itinerary, and the stuff about the free meals? I stared at myself in the mirror, out of habit. As a kid I was chubby and riddled with acne. My hair was always drab looking, but once I hit sixteen, things began to change. So that now, at twenty two, I was not that chubby kid.

I was six foot, had a lean body with some definition. I wasn’t overweight, had some muscle tone, and my hair was styled. Something I took pride in, and as for body hair, well I was blond. There was some light tufts of hair on the center of my chest, a bit darker around the inside of my thighs, but that was it.

I wasn’t what you’d call hung, but I wasn’t average either. My sex life had been rather limited, given the nature of my living with my Aunt. Still, I had experienced what it was like, to be with a girl, which wasn’t all that I had expected. Least not from what the other guys in the locker room had implied.

My first venture with a guy, had been with the pool guy, and the gardener’s assistant. Both of those times had been by chance, and while quick, were a lot more fun that those few times with Girls. I guess that made me Gay, though I never really thought about it.

Still not sure, but standing in front of the mirror, I wondered if Cousin Phillipe would be like me, would he be attractive, and more importantly, would it lead to something? Not sure why those thoughts popped into my head, nor why it made my dick get hard, but it did. Maybe it was simply that at my age, my sexual life was very limited.

Oh I jerked off a lot, to both thoughts of girls and guys, though mostly guys, especially after my experience with Roderick, the gardener’s assistant. Christ, that had been amazing, though only one time. It still made me weak at the knees, thinking of how his mouth had felt when it took my cock, or how his hands felt, as they spread my butt cheeks apart. How the pain of his finger going inside my ass, how hot it made me when he started to poke me, first with one finger, then two.

The whole experience had left me totally drained, yet wanting more. I wish we had done it more, but once was all I had managed so far. Course, once I inherited the place, there could be much more opportunity to experience sex with Rod, but that meant getting this mission completed.

That was enough to bring me back to the present, and quickly shower and dress. Even if Phillipe was attractive, it didn’t mean he’d be willing to teach his awkward cousin more than what the gardener’s assistant had. Not even sure he could, but then, it might be fun to find out.

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The lobby wasn’t exactly huge, nor did it really encourage much conversation. It was simply a place to wait, mostly to check in. Though I wondered, how busy could a place like this get? Still the chair was comfortable as I waited for Cousin Phillipe.

I didn’t even know what he looked like, yet somehow I knew he wasn’t some old geezer. The sound of his voice, the even timber of it, made me think he was maybe in his thirties, but not much more than early forties.

The place actually seemed busy, as people came and went. Many of the coming in one’s seemed much older, and my heart wasn’t really into it, as hardly anyone good looking managed to come in. Even the bellmen seemed ancient, as the big ornate clock above the entrance moved past 8, to almost a quarter of.

That was when I spotted him. At first I didn’t think it could remotely be Phillipe, given how young he looked, and how fucking hot.

The guy wore a pair of dark jeans, with a leather jacket. Open at the front, I could see he had a dark blue shirt, that hid a very well defined chest. Everything about him oozed sexuality, and strength. His eyes were dark, the hair close cropped. His face, though, had an impish look to it.

At first, I thought he was maybe the son of a guest or something, but as he came in, he began to glance around the lobby. His eyes passed over me, at first, then quickly returned. The thin lips curled into a sort of smile, and I noticed how his eyes lit up, as he moved towards me.

No way, I thought, was this Phillipe, and yet as he came closer with several easy strides, my heart began to quicken. Could it be?

Henri?

Yes, Phillipe?

In the flesh, so to speak. I thought I recognized you.

How? I mean…

Not important, come, let’s eat, I am starved.

We headed towards the dining room, with Phillipe in the lead. I couldn’t help but sneak a few glances at his firm ass, as he led the way. It was as if, he knew the place well. Besides, I was hungry, though at the moment, wasn’t sure if it was for ordinary food, or my newly met cousin. I mean, fuck he was good looking.

Tucked away in a back corner, the mood was becoming rather sensual. I mean, the guy was super easy to look at, and his smile was a killer. That and his scent that wafted across was enough to make me hard, which happened a bit too frequently, these days. Still, it was a bit of mystery too. I mean, how did he pick me out, when I’d never laid eyes on him, or even knew he existed until a short time ago.

Yet talking, eating & drinking some nice wine, it seemed like we had known each other for ages. His voice was so rich, so much more mature in sound, than mine, it made me jealous. Turned out that we were the same age, but not in experience.

I have no idea how the conversation turned to sex, but I suspect it was his fault. One minute he was talking about how he had been so distraught over hearing of our Aunt’s demise, to the next where he was asking how many sex partners I had.

Like talk about a mood switch, and it was how he said. Not leering like some pervert, but as if he was genuinely interested. Nor did he seem to even bat an eye when he asked how many women I had, then asked how many men. It was almost as if he knew what I wanted, even though I wasn’t sure.

Suddenly I found myself blabbing away about Roderick, as if cousin Phillipe & I were old time friends. I was telling him, in a breathless tone, all about our one time tryst in the back garden of the house, when I realized his leg was touching mine. I felt the electric jolt as our legs bumped, and he didn’t end the contact.

I was stuttering, unsure of what to say, when he just looked at me, and reached under the table, to rest his hand firmly on my thigh. I almost choked, as his hand caressed my leg, moving slightly between the leg, to lightly brush past my groin.

You have an envelope for me cousin?

Huh, uh, yeah, yes.

Can I see it?

Uh, yeah, but it is up in my room.

Hmm, well maybe we should go up to your room?

I don’t know, but somehow I got the impression that Phillipe wasn’t as interested in the envelope, as he was in coming up to my bedroom. Maybe it was the wine, the heady feeling from his hand brushing my groin, but it just felt like he was more interested in me, than why I was here.

Before I knew it, we were in the small little elevator, heading up to my room. It was close quarters & there wasn’t a chance of not rubbing up together. I don’t even remember signing the bill for dinner, just that I wanted to get Phillipe up to my room.

My imagination was soaring, and I envisioned walking into the hotel room, and being ravaged by the handsome cousin. I mean, it happened in all those books I read, so there had to be some truth to them, right?  Course I was nervous too, wondering if I was just feeling the effects of too much wine.

Fumbling with the key, it took me three swipes before the door would open. I stepped aside, to let Phillipe enter first, which was a mistake. As he moved past me, his hand brushed past my crotch. There was no way he couldn’t notice my hard-on.

I was sure my face was all different colors of red, as I closed the door & turned to face him, while switching on the room light. My eyes nearly popped out, as there he stood, his shirt already over his head, and that gorgeous toned body staring at me.

The books were right, it does happen that way.

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Welcome to the Family

Part (1)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

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Category ¦ Short Tales

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