This story is a fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy and older men. If it is illegal for you to read it for any reason please leave now.
The first chapter is a bit of a slow burn but important to set the scene for what is to follow.
Chapter One: Coming of Age
"Hurry up, you'll be late! Late for your own party - that's very bad form!" Nico's Mum shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm coming, I'm coming - just trying to get my hair to stay in place," Nico called back.
He stepped back from the bathroom mirror, ruffled his fingers through his hair, for what seemed like the twentieth time, to achieve that perfect style that looked like it had all just fallen naturally into place. He gave himself one more spritz of the new aftershave his Mum had bought for the occasion then checked himself one last time. Eighteen years old. Finally, a man! He was pleased with what he saw, he'd filled out nicely over the last couple of years, from having been a pretty skinny kid. He was now reaping the benefits of his high school gym and playing Saturday morning football.
He unbuttoned another button on his polo shirt, if only to show off a little more of his dark chest hair which he was now so proud of. His dad had been a really hairy guy, from his Italian ancestry, and although Nico had been a slow starter he was now following in the family tradition. He loved his body hair, his thickly furred legs, his impressive covering over his chest and forearms and particularly his thick bushy underarm hair. He loved how masculine it made him feel and look. With his heavy eyebrows, deep brown eyes and olive skin, there was little doubting his Italian roots.
He only wished his dad, Alberto, was here to see what a man he'd become. Alberto had been so proud of his only child and had been a doting father. The family had been devastated when Alberto fell ill and after some routine examinations discovered that he was in the latter stages of pancreatic cancer. His decline was rapid and painful, whilst there was some relief quietly expressed by relatives that he hadn't 'suffered for too long', the impact of his death was far reaching. He'd been a popular and much-loved member of the community, running two successful restaurants and was a stalwart member of the local Rotary club.
The impact on Nico was immeasurable. His 'Papa' had been everything to him - supportive, encouraging and wise with a gentle sense of humour. He'd been devoted to Nico's Mum, Isabella. Isabella was another second-generation Italian and definitely leant into the Italian momma archetype - but with a few very English quirks. The past two years, since Alberto's death had been hard on them all, but Nico and his mum had supported each other and grown even closer.
And now at eighteen, Nico was getting ready to leave the family home and start a new life at university. Just one summer to go, where he'd spend much of it working across the two family restaurants, and then he was heading to Newcastle to start his accountancy degree. Heading off to 'find himself' as all the adults kept telling him. What he knew, but what they didn't yet, was that he hoped to find himself sexually too. Over the last couple of years he had become more and more interested in men. He had had a couple of girlfriends, but they had been short-term things and hadn't led to anything very significant sexually. Perhaps enough to make him realise that he wasn't bisexual as he'd first thought - both of the girls had been lovely and kissing them had definitely turned him on but he hadn't felt the heat of passion that he did around some of the more significant men in his life. He was still a virgin, the thought of losing his 'v-card' was equally exciting and terrifying and he certainly didn't see anything happening any time soon. In his mind, that was what would happen at university, a place where he could explore and experiment...
But first to the party! One last ruffle of the hair, then Nico went downstairs to be inspected by his mum. She went to ruffle his hair again but he fended her off with a smile, "It's all good, Mum, leave it!". She smiled and hugged him into her, he kissed the top of her head and squeezed her tightly. He breathed in her rich floral scent - always unmistakably her, he could always tell when she was home as the house was filled with the warm smell. Her small frame fitted neatly into his hug, even at 5'9", he towered over her now. What she may have lacked in stature, she more than made up in personality - she was a dynamic presence in any room.
"Let's have a wonderful evening, my beautiful boy."
She kissed two of her fingers and tapped them on the photograph of Alberto which took pride of place on the small table next to the door, then raised her eyes heavenwards. She smoothed her hands over Nico's jacket as he zipped it up. He rolled his eyes with a smile and they made their way out to the waiting taxi.
The taxi was taking them to Uncle Dani's house, some three miles away. It had been no question that Dani and his family would host Nico's 18
th
. Daniele Abonicci had always been like an uncle to Nico, he'd been Alberto's closest friend from childhood and the pair were inseparable. He'd been devastated at the loss of his best friend and had quickly stepped into the patriarch role for Nico. Nico had called Dani 'Uncle' since being very small and for all and intents and purposes he really was part of the family. Unusually for an Italian family, Alberto had been an only child, but you wouldn't have known this, many people who spent time with the Abonicci and Tonetto families assumed they were connected by blood or marriage.
Dani had remarried seven years ago, he had a daughter, Mia, from his first marriage and she and Nico were like cousins having grown up together and the families holidaying together on many occasions. Dani's new wife Suzanne had a son, James - Dani's stepson, but there was no love lost between them. For all Dani's paternalism towards Nico, he could barely stand to spend any time with James, James seemed to irritate Dani for no discernible reason, he was sharp and blunt when he spoke to James and there was usually tension when they were together. James was one year younger than Nico and in the same football team, they were civil with each other but no more than that. Nico felt an edge from James, possibly due to the closeness he enjoyed with Dani that wasn't there for James.
Even as a young child, Nico had idolised his 'Uncle' Dani. Dani wasn't one of those adults who deemed that children should be seen and not heard, he fully engaged with Mia and Nico as they played, oftentimes joining them in their games or rough and tumbling with them. He was a tall, imposing man with jet black hair and eyes so brown that they almost appeared black at times too. He's always been tactile and demonstrative, and Nico had loved clambering over him when they had play fights, he had loved on family holidays holding on to Dani's neck as they played in swimming pools. Dani's masculine, hairy frame was part of what had made Nico long to grow body hair, years before he started to. Whilst Alberto was hairy all over, like a brown bear, there was something about Dani's body that exuded a sleek animal magnetism. His chest was thickly coated in the smoothest, darkest fur, his small brown nipples only just visible. His arms and legs were similarly coated in a dense dark fur - like that of a panther. He had a permanent five o'clock shadow, even on holidays when Nico had seen him straight after shaving, a blueish grey shadow was already visible. Dani, to put it mildly, was Nico's hero and he adored him.
The party, at Dani and Suzanne's large house was to be a full-on affair. Dani was a wealthy CEO of a Finance company and was renowned for throwing the very best parties, and for his beloved friend's son, the boy who thought of as his own, he would pull out all the stops. He had hired a huge marquee - as big as any for a grand wedding party, there was a large bar (free of course, nothing so crass as expecting guests to pay), there was a huge dancefloor, a DJ and a long table serving all the very best Italian cuisine. This was staffed and supplied from the family business, but Dani had been clear with Isabella that he would be meeting all the costs. A variety of tables and seating was spread out across the marquee, some comfortable sofas, some more formal seating areas and a huge heap of beanbags for the younger guests.
As Nico and Isabella pulled up the sweeping driveway, they gasped as they took in the spectacle in front of them. Dani's huge house was bathed in light, huge spotlights had been erected on the lawns which lit up both the house and the marquee. Bright disco lights were pulsing inside the massive tent and a low thumping bassline could be heard. Directly outside the front door of the house a huge N and 18 in neon had been attached to a stand, it was spectacular.
Standing to the side of the sign, clearly having been given a heads up that Nico and his mother were due to arrive stood Dani, Suzanne, Mia and James. As they got out of the taxi, Dani stepped forward - and ever the gentleman - greeted Isabella first with a hug and kiss on both cheeks. He held her away from him, looked her up and down and smiled,
