The Stranger

*** Hey guys, This is my new story. I wanted to try first person and this is my first attempt so any feedback would be good. I will complete the other series, it's just on the back burner at the moment. Sorry for the delay in posting a new story(GCSE work is a bitch). I hope this story doesn't seem trashy. Having sex in the first chapter does seem a bit cheap, but hey, Michael Booker did it with 'Detention' and look where that got him. Hope you enjoy :)

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.