Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 18:29:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob T. <balthazaro@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer in Florence, Episode I

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Giulio lay naked and sweltering on top of his narrow
bed, listening to the voices in the street below his
open window.  The light from the full moon poured in
through the window, its silver light the only cool
thing in the city.  Florence was always noisy, and
this summer more so than most; his father, close to
closing a contract with one of the leading bakers, had
announced that the d'Agnoli family would not retire to
the countryside for the summer like the other merchant
families.  Not, mused Giulio sourly, that that helped
him any.  As a result of his father's impending deal,
instead of swimming with the village children near
Monte Domenico or riding in the fields, he was stuck
in the city.   As if being forced to endure the
blistering summer heat in the city wasn't enough,
their house was crammed full of guests for his cousin
Cicciolina's wedding, so Giulio and his older brother
Cosimo had been bundled off to a junior maid's attic
quarters.  Cosimo was out, probably carousing with the
band of young dandies shouting underneath his window,
or some just like them... meanwhile, he was sent to bed
after enduring dinner with a dozen loud uncles and
twittering aunts, all of whom felt compelled to
exclaim over how tall he was getting.  That, he
supposed, was the difference between being barely
fourteen and being almost eighteen.

Despite his irritation, Giulio worshipped his brother.
 His earliest memory was of Cosimo taking him to the
garden to feed the geese.  He was a small child of
five, and terrified of the giant, honking birds, but
his eight year old brother drove them off with shouts
and a stick; if he could drive away monsters like
that, Giulio thought worshipfully, he was like a god.
In every lesson he took, his brother was held up to
him by his tutors as a paragon of virtue.  Even his
name was noble; Cosimo was named after Cosimo de
Medici, Pater Patriae, Duke of the City and state of
Florence and generally accounted a god by its
populace.  Giulio's brother rode beautifully; he
played the lute; his singing voice was a clear, fine
tenor; his hand was firm and manly in writing.  When
he was dressed in his finest clothes, with his smooth
skin, black hair and flashing dark eyes he looked like
a young prince.   Giulio prayed nightly that he would
one day be as handsome and as accomplished as Cosimo.

His hand slid along his sweating body until it brushed
the black curls that had begun to sprout above his
fourteen year old cock.  Even a touch was enough to
make it spring to life; since his first hairs came in
six months ago, it seemed to stiffen at the slightest
stimulation.  It had gotten longer, too.  Up until
about a year ago, it looked like a little finger,
tucked discreetly between his legs; now, though, it
was much longer than his hand, and getting thicker by
the day.  His eyes were heavy, but the heat was too
oppressive to sleep; his fingers toyed in the dark
curls between his legs, his boydick thickening and
growing until it lay against his forearm like an
olive-skinned snake, the purplish head peeking from
the folds of his foreskin.  Giulio felt a strange
tension come over him, as it felt better and better to
scratch at the hair between his legs.  He knew he
should stop; this was a sin that Padre Tommaso had
warned him about.  He tried to stop, but almost of
their own volition his fingers slid down even further,
rubbing his swollen balls and feeling the hair
sprouting beneath them as well.  As he watched the
skin slide down and reveal the head of his cock, he
began to wonder how big Cosimo's prick was.

The thought of Cosimo naked sent a thrill through
Giulio's spine as he realized he would soon see for
himself; with Cicci's wedding, they were sharing a
room.  The mental image of his brother's hard cock
made Giulio's boycock leap upwards.  A crystalline
clear droplet appeared at the gaping eye of his
straining prick.  It slowly began to drool down into
the folds of foreskin where they bunched about the
base of his cockhead, making the skin slick where it
rubbed against the sensitive flesh.  This took him to
a whole new level of pleasure.  All thoughts of
heavenly disapproval vanished as he slid his arm along
the eight and a half inches of cock jutting up from
between his slim legs.  His breath rushed out as the
wet spot created on his arm rubbed against the slit in
the end of his throbbing meat.  Sliding a finger
through the wetness at the end, he smeared it around
the lips of the opening there.  Another throb of
pleasure deep within himself, and more clear goo came
bubbling out of the end of his staff.

By now, the surface of his entire cockhead was slick,
and the skin that slid across it with increasing speed
was drenched in wetness.  Giulio rubbed the end of his
pulsing shaft with his hand and almost passed out from
the rush of pleasure.   He rubbed it again and again,
feeling something between his legs getting tighter and
tighter.  His rock-hard prick was throbbing, sticking
up in the air like an eight and a half inch tower,
with clear cockdrool pooling on his stomach.  His
balls burned with a dull ache, drawn up tightly
against the sides of his thick shaft.  His chest felt
tight - he could barely breathe.  As he moaned out
loud to announce his impending orgasm, he realized
with horror that the door had opened.

Cosimo stood frozen in the doorway, taking in the
sight of the young boy laying sprawled on the narrow
cot with an enormous cock arching upwards from between
his splayed legs.  Giulio's look of mortification was
clearly visible in the light of the Moon coming in
through the window.  Before his brother could get more
than a glimpse of what was occurring, Giulio quickly
turned over on the bed, his face burning with shame.

Cosimo laughed out loud.  "Don't stop on my account,
Giulito..."  Cosimo's handsome face was grinning widely
in the moonlight.  Giulio had never felt so
embarrassed in all his life; he wanted the floor to
open up and swallow him completely.  He turned his
head away from his brother's view, feeling the tears
start to well up.  Now my brother thinks I'm some sort
of pervert, thought Giulio.  This is God's punishment
on me for my actions.  Giving up his fight, he began
to sob openly.

"Hey!  What the hell is wrong with you?" Cosimo said.
Unbuttoning and removing his doublet, he sat down on
the bed in his rumpled linen shirt.  He ran one hand
through his hair and tugged out the velvet ribbon that
had held his shoulder length curls back from his face.
 "It's not as though we don't all do it.  I'm going to
do it in a minute, because there's no way I'll get to
sleep otherwise.  I just didn't think you were old
enough, so it surprised me.  Christ and the saints, is
it hot enough up here?"  Sweat was already beading on
his brow.  He looked around the shabby maid's garret
in disgust, trying to find somewhere to set his
clothes that was free of dust and grime.

"You... you do it too?"  Giulio thought he had surely
been mistaken.  His godlike brother Cosimo surely
hadn't said that he did... that.  He rolled over and
looked up at his brother, his now-limp penis hiding
between his thighs.  "But Father Tommaso told me..."

"Ha!  I bet he did, the pervert.  'Father Grab-cock',
Silvio calls him; take care he doesn't get hold of
you.  He'll tell you all sorts of fine things, but if
you ever let yourself get alone with him you'll find
out what he's about quick enough."  Shaking his head,
Cosimo finally laid his clothes carefully on the
room's single chair.  "What did you do with your
clothes, Giulito?  Mother will have a fit if we come
down tomorrow covered in cobwebs and filth like
rat-catchers."

Giulio was so amazed that his brother would admit to
doing something so sinful, especially in such a casual
manner, that the rest of his statement hadn't really
sunk in.  "Uh, the chest at the end of the bed, I just
moved the girl's clothes over to the side."

"Ah!  Good.  Thanks."  Retrieving his doublet from the
rickety chair, he folded it carefully and laid it in
the chest.  Pulling his fine linen shirt off over his
head, he folded that too and laid it on top of the
doublet.  Giulio's eyes were glued to his brother's
naked torso.  As Cosimo pulled off his shirt, the
smell of the perfume he was wearing filled the humid
air in the tiny garret with the scent of oranges and
musk.  Cosimo had a small patch of curly black hair
between his pectoral muscles; another light trail of
hair led down into his hose.  His ribs were clearly
visible, but the muscles of a trained fencer moved
under the olive skin.  As Cosimo unbuttoned his pants
and slid them off, Giulio felt his breath catch.  His
brother, wearing nothing but his skintight hose, set
the heavily embroidered fabric in the chest and then
stretched luxuriously.  "Well, looks like you're
getting back in the spirit, eh?"  Giulio realized with
a bit of chagrin that his cock, which had shriveled
almost to nothing from embarrassment, was now standing
proudly upright again.  Cosimo looked again at his
brother's erection, flagrantly displayed this time,
and said "Mother of God, I'm going to have to stop
calling you Giulito, little brother.  That's quite an
amazing pole you've got there." Giulio felt so proud
that his brother had noticed how much larger he had
become; he also noticed that the crotch of Cosimo's
hose looked somewhat fuller than before.

His raven eyes twinkling, Cosimo sat on the edge of
the bed and pulled down his hose, revealing his
slender legs.  He was turned away from Giulio, but
when he lifted his feet to remove his hose his elbow
slid along the length of Giulio's rockhard cock,
causing a thrill to shoot through the younger boy's
body.  Giulio hadn't really considered it before now,
but the narrowness of the bed was going to make it
impossible to lie together without touching.  As he
realized this, Cosimo stood up, folded his hose and
turned towards the bed.  In the moonlight, Giulio
thought he looked like an angel come down from heaven.
 The moonlight slid along his body, limning his
shoulders with silver light, waking twinkles from the
fine downy hair in the center of his chest, sliding
along the knotted muscles of his abdomen and revealing
the burgeoning erection at his crotch.  His cock was
angled to the left, seven proud inches standing up
from a bush of black hair made silver by moonlight.
It was also, Giulio realized with a rush of amazement,
smaller than his.

When Cosimo crawled onto the narrow bed, Giulio felt
like he was on fire.  Heat rose from his brother's
flesh like from an oven, and his skin felt too tight
from the rush of lust seeing his brother's nakedness
inspired in him.  He tried to slide over, but it was
no use; the cot was far too narrow.  Cosimo turned
towards him, his hard cock rubbing against Giulio's
larger shaft, and said "You should be proud of that,
Giulito, not embarrassed... it's incredible, a gift from
God."  With a flexing of his muscles, Cosimo made his
cock bounce against Giulio's, grinning at him from
where he lay.  The feeling of his brother's soft skin
touching him made Giulio moan; his hips thrust his
massive fuckmeat against his brothers stomach without
any thought on his part.  "Yes... Here, use me instead
of your hand... there's no room in this fucking dungeon
bed anyway."

Giulio felt himself being pulled sideways, and he
ended up sandwiched against his brother, with Cosimo's
stiff prick sliding between his legs.  The smell of
his brother's perfume overwhelmed him, the scent of
musk and oranges mixed with young man sweat making his
head spin with lust.  His own enormous cock slid along
his brother's abdominal muscles, leaving a trail of
clear drool in the trail of hair leading towards
Cosimo's prick.  His balls still ached for release,
and he could feel his brother's thicker pubic hair
tickling them as Cosimo's manmeat slid back and forth
between Giulio's smooth hairless thighs.  Just being
in bed with his brother, his perfect, beautiful
brother was almost more than he could stand; Giulio
felt like he had gone to heaven.  Each thrust of the
older boy's powerful hips sent a shock through
Giulio's slight frame, and bounced his cock against
the firmness of Cosimo's muscular stomach.  He knew
this was wrong, that the Church would say he was
damned, but he didn't care... it felt so amazingly
right.  "Mm.. you feel good... ah, God!... oh, yes, take
me that way, let my cock inside you, yes, take it,
Delia, you're so beautiful, take it all..."  Cosimo's
eyes were closed, and Giulio realized with a sudden
sense of embarrassment that his brother was thinking
of fucking a girl even while he was sliding his cock
around between his legs.  Cosimo, sensing the change
in atmosphere, opened his eyes and said "What's wrong?
Am I hurting you?"

"No..."  He couldn't keep the hurt from his voice.
Cosimo looked at him curiously, his cock still stiff
as a board and sandwiched between them.  Suddenly, the
beauty of the moment was completely gone.  Giulio felt
disgusted and ashamed by what he was doing.  "We
shouldn't be doing this!  I thought you were doing it
because... because... but you just think about your filthy
Delia, whoever she is!  Am I not good enough for you,
that you have to think about some stinking whore?"
Cosimo looked at him in total confusion.

"What?  What the hell are you talking about?"
Suddenly, a belated understanding dawned on the older
boy.  "Ah, God... I'm sorry Giulito!"  He reached out to
embrace his brother, but Giulio got off the bed and
sat in the filthy chair, wrapping his arms around
himself.  "Listen, I'm sorry... I thought you knew more
than you do, I'm sorry.  Will you come over to the
bed, at least?"  Shaking his head, Giulio just let the
tears flow down his cheeks.  What a night, he thought
to himself; I have seen the wonders of heaven and the
torments of hell, all in less than an hour.  I was
right before; God hates me.  Feeling a pair of arms
trying to lift him up, he looked up to see his
brother's stiff cock right at eye level; Cosimo had
come over and put his arms around Giulio.  He drew
back from his older brother, streaks of dirt from the
chair leaving marks like bruises on his tan flesh.

"Giulito, Giulito, I'm sorry I hurt you... you don't
understand, do you?"  When Giulio looked up, the
moonlight blurring through the tears in his eyes,
Cosimo looked even more handsome than ever.  Giulio
felt like a fist had closed around his heart.  "Look,
I meant you no disrespect at all, and you'd have known
that if you were older.  Women are expensive, and
girls are prudish; boys do things like this with one
another all the time.  There's no shame in it, and it
doesn't mean any less to you if the boy is thinking of
someone else - it's just a way to get rid of the
pressure, you see?"  Cosimo sighed in exasperation.
"I can't believe you haven't ever done this with
anyone before.  Haven't you?" When Giulio shook his
head mutely, the older boy sat down on the bed and
held his head in his hands.  "Ai, Madonna, Mother of
God... alright, I'm sorry if I made a mess of your first
time.  Come here.  Let's try this again."  He patted
the side of the bed beside himself.  Giulio looked out
the window instead.  He knew he was behaving
childishly, but he couldn't help it; his guts felt
like they were tied in knots, and he didn't know what
to do.

"Come here, damn it."  Cosimo came over and grabbed
Giulio by the arm, tugging him towards the narrow cot.
 "I said I was sorry, at least let me make it up to
you."  He wrapped his arms around his brother,
tenderly this time.  Giulio felt the fine hairs in the
center of Cosimo's chest pressed against him, and
could smell the sweaty musk of his brother's body.
The sweet scent of oranges rose from his hair as
Giulio buried his tear-streaked face in Cosimo's
shoulder length coal-black curls.  Despite himself, he
could feel his young prick rising again at the feeling
of his brother's muscular body pressed against him.
"Let me make your first time better..."  Giulio felt his
brother draw back, and when he looked up at him he was
amazed to feel his brother's lips pressed against his
own.  The wine that Cosimo had been drinking was
strong on his lips; the tongue that pressed into his
mouth seconds later carried even more of the tart
sweetness.  His legs went limp, and a firestorm of
lust carried him away.  All his hurt feelings and
confusion were forgotten.  He clutched frantically at
his brother's strong shoulders like a wild animal,
pressing his young lips against Cosimo's full ones.
To someone who was only used to the chaste kisses of
his mother or social friends, this was like the
difference between the cold Moon and the blazing fire
of the Sun.  Giulio heard someone panting and moaning,
and realized it was himself.  His brother's hands
rubbed his back gently, one caressing his shoulders
and the other sliding down to cup one of his tight
little buttocks.  His brother's hands felt like
firebrands, even in the oppressive heat of the attic
room.

"Do you forgive me now, little one?"  Cosimo whispered
softly.  As he licked and sucked at Giulio's earlobe
and throat, Cosimo stretched his younger brother out
on the narrow bed, lying on top of him and guiding his
painfully hard cock again between the silk smooth
thighs of his younger brother.

"Yes," Giulio moaned.  "yes, yes... oh God, it feels so
good..."  Unfortunately, in this position his cock
wasn't pushed as firmly against his brother's stomach
as he pumped.  His thighs were quickly becoming slick
with Cosimo's copious precum, and he tightened them
again and again each time he felt his older brother's
ramrod force its way between his legs.  He whimpered,
pulling himself tighter against the older boy, whose
bucking quickly reached a fever pitch with this added
stimulation.  Cosimo's lips pressed again to his, and
he felt his brother tense up as he began to moan
softly in the back of his throat.  The jet-black
ringlets of his older brother's hair wrapped around
their thrust-together faces like some classical
painting of the cloak of Night; his body shaking from
Cosimo's frenzied thrusting.  Giulio's balls ached
from the constant pounding, but this added more
pleasure than pain... his balls already ached from the
pent-up load of seed stored in them that had failed to
be released earlier.  Giulio's orgasm teased him,
seeming close, then drawing away; he lacked the right
amount of friction to get him off.  As he drew himself
closer to his brother again, trying for more contact
between his giant member and his brother's muscular
frame, Cosimo cried out in ecstasy.  His cock swelled
beneath Giulio's taut balls, and he felt his older
brother's cum spraying beneath his drawn ballsac,
coating his groin and legs.  Panting like a horse,
Cosimo thrust a few more times, each time forcing out
another jet of white sperm between his brother's
smooth olive thighs.  His last spurt spilled out into
the coarse black curls over top of Giulio's enormous
fuckstick, still bobbing angrily in the air after
being denied its release.

Groaning in frustration, Giulio tried to rub his cock
against his brother, but Cosimo drew back at the first
touch to his now-sensitive cockhead.  Instantly
realizing the situation, despite being flushed and
panting from his exertions he said "It is your first
time, so I will be kind.  Tell no-one, or I will kill
you."  Smiling, but with an arched eyebrow to show
that he was half-serious, Cosimo leaned forward and
kissed his brother again.  Giulio wondered what was
going to happen, but knew that he had to cum soon or
his testicles would burst.

"What..." he started to say, but his brother stopped him
by covering Giulio's lips with his own.  Sliding his
lips downward off the young boy's mouth, he nibbled at
his brother's chin and throat.  Licking a trail down
the boyish chest, he stopped briefly to bite softly at
the dark nipple.  Cosimo's nostrils filled with the
scent of orris from the boy's clothes, layered with
the sweat of the day and the scent of the stuffy
garret in which they lay.  No hair reached his tongue
as he slid his mouth around the whorl of Giulio's
navel, but eventually his lips reached the thatch of
curls sprouting above the giant log between his
brother's youthful legs.  Looking at the giant angry
snake before him, it's foreskin retracted and bunched
around the swollen head and the string of cockdrool
dripping from its gaping eye, Cosimo grinned.  "God
help me with the task I've set myself with this giant
beast," he said, as he seized the base of the enormous
pole with his hand.  Even in his lust-drenched stupor,
Giulio grinned with pride at his brother's compliment
to his newfound manhood.  As his younger brother
watched, astonished, Cosimo lowered his lips to the
end of the giant cock in front of him.  His tongue
snaked out to taste the crystal nectar at its tip, and
then he tried as best he could to stretch his jaws
around his younger brother's huge prick.

The sight of his brother's handsome face stretching
around his cock was awe-inspiring, but actually
feeling the warmth and wetness of his brother's soft
lips enfolding the head of his boymeat struck Giulio
like a hammer between the eyes.  His hips bucked
upwards of their own volition, trying to force more of
his eight and a half inches into the hot mouth
enfolding it.  Cosimo gagged, but gamely attempted to
take the thick ramrod into his throat.  Here was the
friction that had been missing; Giulio felt the
tension mount inside him like a wave, like a fist had
drawn itself up between his flailing legs.  As one of
Cosimo's hands slid along the base of the
olive-skinned pole and the other gently kneaded his
brother's swollen balls, Giulio's eyes rolled back and
he cried out loudly.  Cosimo knew that his brother was
past the point of no return; he drew back just as the
first jet of thick, salty cum spewed across his
tongue.   Again and again the boy's seed sprayed, each
jet coating his brother's face and lips with white
pearls of semen - Giulio had never had such a feeling
before in his life, each throb of his raging prick
bringing him almost to the point of pain because it
felt so amazingly good.

Grinning, his face covered in jism, Cosimo continued
to rub the lower half of his brother's cock, feeling
the final throbs as they forced the last dribbles of
cum out of the exhausted member.  "Amazing... " Cosimo
said softly.  "Little brother, you have truly
astounded me tonight.  To have so large a cock at any
age is rare; at fourteen it is a marvel beyond
comprehension.  To be able to shoot such an enormous
amount is likewise rare, and to have the two
together..." Cosimo shrugged and wiped the trails of cum
off his face with his hand as best he could.  "You
will be incredibly popular with everyone, I tell you
that.  Some night soon, I will take you to
Gattamelatta's with my friends; you are obviously old
enough to come play with us."  The name Gattamelatta
was unfamiliar to Giulio, though he wondered who this
"Honey Cat" was (for so it meant in the Florentine
dialect).  "For now, though, we should sleep.
Tomorrow is Cicciolina's wedding, and so it will be a
long day.  Imagine the scandal if we were to sleep
through the wedding!"

Giulio giggled.  All his hurt feelings were swept away
in a new rush of love for his brother.  He had never
imagined that two boys could do anything like they had
tonight, but he wanted to do it again.  Even the heat
seemed to have subsided somewhat.  The faint sounds of
men's voices singing midnight services at the church
two streets over lulled him to sleep; Cosimo slept as
well, spooned against Giulio from behind with his
now-soft young prick tucked securely between his
younger brother's buttocks.