Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2001 09:30:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Balthazaro <balthazaro@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer in Florence, Episode II

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Summer in Florence part II
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The light from the open window woke Giulio; from the
sounds of the household echoing up from the courtyard
below, everyone else had been up for some time.  For a
moment he was confused, since the bed he was in was
not his own, and something seemed to be jammed between
his legs.  In a moment, he remembered that he had been
forced to sleep in a maid's nook because of the
wedding with his brother... and he also realized that it
was his brother's hard cock stabbing between his
thighs from behind.  Cosimo's arm was thrown across
him, and his warm breath was blowing on Giulio's
shoulder through the curtain of his black hair.  As he
remembered more of what had happened last night, his
own cock went from swollen and half-hard to upright
and inflamed.  Trying to avoid waking Cosimo, he began
to rub his now-erect prick gently.  Unfortunately, the
cum Cosimo had shot so copiously between his brother's
legs the night before had long since dried, gluing
Giulio's two legs together and trapping Cosimo's cock
between them.  When he pulled away from his brother,
hoping for more room to quietly stroke himself, the
ripping sensation as the two were separated hurt
Giulio more than a little and awoke his brother quite
rudely indeed.

"Agh!  For the love of God!  What in hell...?"  Cosimo
looked around wildly for a minute, then with a muffled
"Shit!" sank back down onto the bed.  Once he figured
out what had caused the problem, he laughed.  "What a
mess, eh?  Ugh... I thought you were pulling my prick
out by the roots."  He stroked his abused organ a few
times and winced as his hand ran across the abraded
skin.  Glancing over at Giulio, he eyed his younger
brother's giant cock waving in the air; it looked even
bigger in the light of day.  "Giulito, that thing is
truly a marvel."  He grinned and slapped at Giulio's
hard prick, making it bob back and forth.  "We should
get up.  Breakfast will be ready, and Cicciolina's
wedding is today."

Cosimo fished for the chamberpot under the bed.
Heaving a giant sigh, he released a rushing stream of
piss into the pot while watching his younger brother
stroking the giant log between his legs.  "We don't
have time for such games this morning, Giulito.
Besides, it is always a bad idea to spill your seed
before the day has even begun.  Who knows what
opportunities the day might bring for sport?  The man
without desire is dull, too placid to see where his
chances lie.  You should only seek release by yourself
when the pressure is too great.  Too much wasted seed
makes you stupid."  Throwing open the battered chest
at the foot of the bed, Cosimo began tugging on his
skin-tight hose.

Giulio pouted, looking closer to ten than his own
fourteen years.  He continued to rub his swollen
boyprick, thinking of the feeling of his brother's
mouth on it the night before.  "But I want to do it
again..."

Cosimo laughed out loud, cuffing the younger boy
playfully.  "Get up, lazy ass!  Leave that pole of
yours alone for a minute, at least.  I feel like the
farmer's wife... now that I've invited the devil inside
I can't get him to leave.  Since you seem to have
forgotten, let me remind you of our station.  We are
the sons of Mattimeo d'Agnoli, not some peasant
layabout; we have duties far more important than our
own pleasures.  Our father and mother are expecting us
downstairs," the older boy said.  Glancing out the
window, he added "very soon!"  He eyed his crimson
velvet doublet critically, beating the dust off it
from its brief sojourn on the room's filthy chair the
night before. "Our cousin Cicciolina is getting
married today, and we must be there, and properly
dressed to boot.  Get UP!" With the final words,
Cosimo reached over and hauled Giulio out of the bed.
As Giulio stood there glaring at the older boy, his
still-stiff cock waving at his brother, Cosimo fished
his younger brother's hose out of the bottom of the
chest and threw them at him.  "And," Cosimo went on,
tying back his hair with the length of ribbon he had
set aside last night, "I intend to get my morning meal
and be a credit to our family's name, whether you do
or not... I thought last night you seemed to be growing
into a proper young man.  I see I was mistaken."  With
that, he turned around and opened the door.  Casting
one last sardonic grin back at his younger brother,
now cursing and tugging up his own hose, Cosimo
descended the narrow staircase to the lower levels.

After getting dressed and washing his face and hands,
Giulio descended the stairs himself.  Emerging into
the constant chaos of the kitchen, he dodged a
scullery maid laden with dirty pots and avoided two
servers bearing platters from the main hall.  As the
second server ran past, he snatched the last roll
filled with almond paste off a tray headed back from
breakfast.  Leonora the cook shook a giant wooden
spoon at him in mock threat and he grinned around the
roll as he passed through the serving hall into the
town house's receiving areas.  His mother gave him a
sharp glance as he came into the great hall, still
filled with people even after breakfast.  Although his
lessons with Magister Pietro were set aside for
today's wedding, he still cringed when he saw the old
man glaring at him from the opposite wall; he was sure
his late arrival would be the topic of some discussion
in the next deportment lesson.  Worried about his
tutor's reaction, Giulio didn't pay attention to where
he was going, and collided with someone else.

"Ah, young master d'Agnoli, I presume!"  A booming
voice rang out just above Giulio's ear.  The entire
room turned to look, and the young man's olive skin
turned a brilliant crimson in embarrassment.  The man
with whom he had collided looked to be about fifty,
and was obviously wealthy.  His black damask robes
were heavily worked with gold embroidery, and atop his
head was an elaborate cap trailing pheasant feathers
and studded with pearls.  His voice proclaimed him no
Florentine; he spoke with the quick voice and nasal
tones of a Venetian.  As the people with whom the man
had been talking shifted about, Giulio could see
Cosimo across the room; his brother  looked as pale as
if his throat had been cut.  "We have heard so much of
your brother's accomplishments, and he seems a fine
young man.  But what studies have you been making, eh?
 Studying with Father Ficino at the palace, no doubt,
learning to be a philosopher!"

With horror, Giulio realized he had just run into
Lorenzo Ghiberti, the corn factor for the powerful
Gritti family of Venice. Ghiberti's face was filled
with cheerful malice; he had been invited to the
wedding for political reasons, but the merchant had
disliked Giulio's father since losing several
contracts to him with the Florentine Baker's Guild.
The other factors who had been chatting with him
simply looked amused.  "Perhaps," Ghiberti continued,
"we should ask for an oration from this budding young
scholar, to see what he has learned from his
teachers?"

"No learning could fill me with such happiness as your
presence on this joyful day, Signore." Giulio said,
bowing as he had been taught.

"A sweet tongue for a sweet young man, and fast to
reply."  Ghiberti smiled fondly down at the young man,
though his eyes were cold and calculating.
"Mattimeo," he called to Giulio's father, "perhaps I
should begin to beware of this one already!  Does not
the hound learn hunting from its sire?"

Giulio's father stepped up beside him and dropped his
hand on his son's shoulder, smiling sweetly at his
colleagues.  "Indeed, the properly trained hound can
drag down even a leopard... or so it is said."  The
Grittis were rumored to be in league with a consortium
of the French, Giulio remembered; such a reference to
the French royal animal could not go unremarked.

Amid the buzz of conversation that ensued with the
other guests, Ghiberti tried again.  He patted Giulio
on the head like a dog and said "Good puppy.  You seem
a bit young to hunt even deer, let alone leopards.
Back to your kennel now."

The older men snickered.  Giulio, despite the burning
in his face, replied "Even the singers in the
marketplace denounce the hound that would bite the
hand which feeds it.  Since your hand has let slip
such feasts to my pack, Signore, I will wag my tail
like a good dog and be on my way."  The shouts of
laughter from the other factors at this reference to
d'Agnoli's triumph in the corn contracts vexed
Ghiberti visibly.  Even his father's cautionary glance
could not dispel the sense of triumph Giulio felt in
embarrassing his family's enemy.  Especially sweet was
the grin on Cosimo's face across the room as Giulio
walked away from the older men.

- - -

The wedding itself and the feast afterwards passed in
a blur.  Giulio's verbal banter with Ghiberti seemed
to have raised him several notches in the estimation
of the other guests; he was spoken to and made much of
by several of the men affiliated with other merchant
houses.  Ghiberti himself seemed to take the episode
in good grace, though Giulio caught the older man
looking at him twice during the feast and later during
the dancing.  Being only fourteen, there wasn't much
for him to do; all of the other young people there
were several years older than Giulio.  The young men
of each house attended to the few young women and
girls who had come to the feast under the watchful
eyes of chaperones.   One of the young men, Bartolomeo
Cicci, performed an elaborate love song to young
Isabella Salieri.  He was a handsome young man,
clothed in periwinkle blue damask worked with black
embroidery; his thick blond hair and ice blue eyes
made him look like a German or Swede, and proclaimed
his Northern heritage.  His performance was observed
with much sighing by the young ladies and more glares
than usual from the girls' chaperones.

After watching Cosimo lead one of the new French
dances with much shouting and jumping about, Giulio
decided he had had enough.  He was past ready to go to
bed; he also desperately needed to piss.  The wine he
had consumed was stronger than the watered stuff he
was accustomed to, and his head was swimming.  Seeking
out his mother among the older married women, Giulio
bid her good night and retreated towards the kitchens
and the garret stair to his temporary quarters.  On
the way, the privy beckoned.

Almost running into the privy, Giulio had his cock in
his hand before he realized that there was someone
else present.  It didn't matter; he couldn't wait.
Aiming his stream into the mouth of the pot, he
glanced over at the other person leaning against the
wall.  Almost immediately, he recognized Bartolomeo's
blond hair; just as quickly, he realized that the
young man had been masturbating when he burst in on
him.  The young blonde's pale face was flushed with
both lust and shame, and he attempted to hide his
sizable prick with his hands.  Grinning, Giulio shook
the last drops of piss from his cock; the sight of the
older boy's hard rod made his own giant horsedick
begin to swell.  At the sight of the huge snake rising
up in front of him, the blonde breathed "Madonna..." His
embarrassment was gone; amazement and lust warred on
his face.  "How old are you?" he said softly.

"Fourteen."  Giulio felt a rush of pride; until the
night before, he had no idea that he had anything to
be proud of... now, his entire world had changed.
Cosimo had spoken the truth last night.  He could tell
the power that he had from the look on the face of an
older boy who would never have even looked at him on
the street.  "Do you like it?"  Flexing his groin
muscles, Giulio made his now fully erect prick bob up
and down.

"Fourteen, my God..."  The older boy's pale blue eyes
widened and he shook his head in wonder.  "Yes, I like
it a great deal.  Still, I must get back to the
others, though, I can't... unh!"  He broke off and his
cock jumped visibly as Giulio rubbed the end of his
prick along the top of the older boy's hand.

"Come upstairs with me," Giulio whispered.  A part of
him wondered at this wanton behavior; he was acting
like a common whore!  Still, he didn't care - lust had
him firmly in its grasp.  He could tell the other boy
was fascinated despite himself.

"I... I shouldn't... my uncle..." the older boy protested
weakly.  Giulio continued to rub the bottom of his
broad prickhead along the blonde's fingers where they
clasped his own erect fuckstick.  A trail of
crystalline precum slid along the back of Bartolomeo's
hand as Giulio's wrist-thick eight and half inches
began to drool in excitement.  "Oh God, I want that...
 Mother of God, very well... but we must be quick!"
Giulio grinned as he took the boy by the hand and led
him to the back stairs.

Knowing that there was no way to get through the
kitchen without being seen, Giulio dragged Bartolomeo
up the servants' stairs to the hall leading to the
family bedrooms.  Checking for witnesses, the young
boy heard the furtive sounds of hurried lovemaking
from one of the family chambers but there was no-one
in the hall.  They both made their way quickly to the
other stair at the end of the hall, bypassing the
kitchens, and up to the garret room.  A maid had been
through and left a candle burning in the holder by the
bed.

Before the door was even closed, Bartolomeo seized
Giulio's hose and wrenched them down, leaving his
crotch bare.  Pulling out his own seven inch cock, he
began rubbing it as he sank to his knees and leaned
forward.  The handsome blonde boy slid his tongue
along the length of the thick eight and half inch
tower rising from between the young boy's legs.  He
pulled back on the loose skin of Giulio's prick,
locking the foreskin behind the swollen, oozing head.
Wrapping his tongue around the plum-colored knob,
Bartolomeo savored the taste of the copious precum
seeping from the eye of the younger boy's gigantic
fuckstick.  Giulio thought to himself that the feeling
of a warm mouth on his cock was even better this time
than it had been the night before; he watched in
amazement as the blonde-haired boy took almost his
entire cock into his throat, sinking down again and
again to the curly black pubes at the base.

In almost no time, the pressure had built to the point
of no return.  Giulio felt the tension building
between his legs, and his balls drew up against the
sides of his cockshaft.  His breath catching in his
throat, he looked down one last time at the sight
before him.  His giant cock slid into view, its dusky
olive skin wet with spit, and then vanished again
between the red lips of the beautiful older boy.  The
contrast between Bartolemeo's pale face and Giulio's
dark skin was amazingly sexy; the feeling of the older
boy's obviously experienced mouth on his huge pole was
even better.   Grasping the blonde's head
instinctively, he grunted as his first shot of thick
boyjuice spurted deep into the older boy's vacuuming
mouth.  Again and again he felt his balls contract,
forcing the seed out, wrenching the breath from his
fourteen year old lungs and making him cry out.
Bartolomeo choked as the flood of jism filled his
mouth.  The first shot went directly down his throat,
making him want to cough, but he pulled back enough to
get the next shots of sweet boycum in his mouth.
Realizing he had no option, he swallowed frantically,
trying to keep ahead of the massive load pouring like
a fountain from the fourteen year old's overfull
testicles.  With a sigh, Giulio finished cumming; his
knotted muscles relaxed, and he sank back on his
heels, releasing the blonde curls in front of him.

Springing up from where he had been on the floor,
Bartolomeo waved his hard prick at Giuleo.  "Quick, do
me!"  Giulio had not planned past his own ejaculation,
and this took him a bit by surprise.  "Hurry!"
expostulated the older boy, his blue eyes shining in
the candlelight.  Giulio slowly knelt, and examined
the cock in front of him.  It was about seven inches
long and somewhat slender, standing straight and proud
from a nest of dark blond curls.  The older boy's
balls were already drawn up tight against the base of
his fuckshaft, but looked enormous in the flickering
light of the candle.  The foreskin had slipped back
halfway from the crown, and the end of the head which
was visible shone with precum.  He slid his tongue out
and along the bright red head of the older boy's cock.
 The slick precum felt like oyster-juice or pudding to
his sensitive tongue.  It looked different from
Cosimo's, the only other adult prick Giulio had ever
seen erect; the head of Bartolomeo's rod was flared
more strongly, not the smooth column of olive flesh he
had seen on his brother the night before.  His finger
slid through the forest of hair at the base of the
hard shaft in front of him, feeling the coarseness
against his fingertips.

"Saint Mark's balls," cried the older boy, "what kind
of a pricktease are you?  Suck it, don't pray to it!"
Grabbing Giulio's head, Bartolomeo forced the younger
boy's lips down over his inflamed cock.  The slick
taste of precum filled Giulio's mouth as the bright
red head of the older boy's prick slid across his
tongue.  He tried to avoid the rod with his teeth, but
was only middling successful; the older boy cried out
again.  "For God's sake, suck, don't bite!"  Forcing
his rod back and forth, pushing and pulling on the
younger boy's head, it only took a few strokes for the
worked-up teen to start his orgasm.  With a groan, his
hot cum flooded into Giulio's mouth.  Gagging, the
younger boy pulled back and grimaced at the bitter
taste.  Each successive pulse was a bit weaker,
pushing a bit less of the hot, viscous sperm onto
Giulio's tongue.  When the older boy released his head
with a sigh, Giulio immediately spat out the cloying
sour cum into the chamberpot beneath the bed.  Hauling
up his hose, Bartolomeo muttered "Thanks, I have to
go" and fled down the staircase.

Giulio sat down on the bed, cradling his head in his
hands.  Once again, he had the feeling that he was
missing some crucial piece of the puzzle.  Perhaps he
shouldn't have seduced the handsome blonde boy without
knowing what he was doing... maybe then he wouldn't
feel so dirty and sordid.  He hadn't felt this way
with his brother, though.  It was all quite
mysterious.  All Giulio knew was that now he felt
worse than he had when Cosimo had caught him.  Sighing
deeply and trying not to cry, he huddled on the bed
and finally fell asleep.