Date: Wed, 3 Jul 2002 10:30:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Balthazaro <balthazaro@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer in Florence, Part III

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Giulio awakened to the sound of the door opening.  The
candle had guttered into a melted pool of wax, helped
by the tremendous heat of the tiny garret room.  The
shutters over him remained closed, and Cosimo stopped
in disbelief as soon as he stepped through the door.

"Mother of God!  What happened to you?  You look like
a corpse!"  The older boy said.  Eyeing his younger
brother cautiously, taking in the smudges on his face
and his wrinkled clothes in which he had obviously
been sleeping, Cosimo said "You're sleeping in your
good clothes, and you left the window shuttered?
Giulito, are you well?  You aren't sick, are you?"  At
the last, he sidled backwards.  Since the plague took
a third of Florence's population some thirty years
before, illness of any sort was feared as never
before.

"No..." Giulio rubbed his eyes with his hands, leaving
new smudges on his cheekbones.  "No, I was upset... I
must have fallen asleep."  The fourteen year old's
head felt like it was filled with cobwebs.  Still
trying to shake off the effects of sleeping in the
heat, Giulio stood up and looked with disgust at the
mess he'd made of his good clothes.

"Upset?  Why were you upset?  Saint Mark's balls, is
it hot enough in here?"  Cosimo wiped away the sweat
that was already trickling from beneath his thick
black hair.  Cosimo leaned over the narrow bed and
threw open the shutters to the night air.  Cool
moonlight burst into the room along with a slight
breeze; even the muggy summer air felt a bit cooler
than the oven the attic had become.  The older boy
continued "And you, sleeping in your clothes, for the
love of God - Mother would wring your neck like a
chicken if she saw you!  I know Ippolito and Maria are
in your room, but please tell me that you brought some
other clothes up with you that you can wear tomorrow."
 At his younger brother's sheepish expression, Cosimo
gave a short sigh of disgust.  "Wonderful... a fine mess
you've made tonight, Giulito."

This stung the younger boy; in a waspish tone, he
replied "Well, I'm so sorry to inconvenience your
lordship!  Not everyone is a prancing peacock like
you, to be more concerned with clothes than with
anything else."  At the older boy's look of shocked
indignation, Giulio relented.  "I'm sorry, Cosimo... I
was asleep when you came in, and it is very hot.  That
is enough to make anyone angry and stupid."

Cosimo pursed his lips.  "Well, angry I can
understand, but there is never any excuse for stupid."
 Drawing himself up in his finery, he looked down his
nose with the best haughty expression he could muster.
 "And as for being a peacock... it is imperative that a
young man never be seen dressed less than his best, to
do honor both to his own state and to the reputation
of his family."  His noble pose was somewhat lessened
by the sweat which by now was pouring down the sides
of his face.

"Ah, I don't know, Cosimo, I fear for you... what will
you do if there is a war?"  Giulio grinned boyishly.
"You will spend so much time polishing your armor and
putting feathers on your helm you will lose your
sword."  As Cosimo leaned over to swat his brother,
the younger boy danced out of the way, giggling.  "But
maybe some brave condottiero will see you and fall
into a swoon from your beauty!  Oh, oh, my heart!"
Giulio clutched at his chest dramatically, his eyes
rolled up.  "I am smitten, like Zeus seeing Ganymede
in the meadow!  Ah, it is Adonis himself, he has
struck me mad with his beauty!"  Laughing madly, he
fell back onto the bed.

"You little wretch, I will strike you, and not with my
beauty!" the older boy cried, jumping at Giulio and
almost tripping over the chamberpot sitting in the
middle of the floor.  Drawing up short at the prospect
of falling into the room's soot and dirt, Cosimo shook
his head and cursed, then began stripping off his
clothes.  "Ecch... how that slut of a maid can even
appear clean living in such a filthy hole beggars the
imagination!"  Folding his doublet and hose with care,
he laid them again in the chest at the foot of the
bed.  Giulio began to disrobe as well, though
despairing of the filth that had already been
liberally smeared across his best clothes.

"Still," Cosimo went on, "There is the wit I saw this
morning.  I thought I would die when you ran into that
Venetian bastard ^Ö and then when you insulted him so
perfectly, ah, Giulito!  Even our father was thrilled,
though of course he had to pretend to be annoyed."
Yanking loose the ribbon which tied back his flowing
curls, Cosimo shook out his hair and ran his fingers
through it.  It looked like a waterfall of black
glass, so shiny and contrasting so perfectly with the
olive skin that Giulio's breath caught in his throat
to see it.

Seeing his brother standing naked in the light of the
candle, Giulio was again struck with the older boy's
remarkable beauty.  From his shoulder length coal
black curls and chiseled features to his high-arched
feet, his brother was the very image of male
attractiveness.  As Cosimo stretched luxuriously, the
muscles rippling beneath the smooth olive skin
reminded his younger brother of a racing dog or a
yearling horse.  His father's friend Vittorio
Scarlotti the astrologer once made the observation
that Giulio was born with Venus strongly placed on his
ascendant, granting him beauty of form and a gentle,
easygoing charm.  Giulio had to agree... if ever there
was anyone beloved of the Goddess of Love, it was his
brother.  Giulio, on the other hand, Vittorio
pronounced to be ruled by Mercury.  The boys' father
laughed at the prediction that Giulio would have a
career of living by his wits in some intellectual or
trading profession, claiming it took no foresight of
the future to know that.  Venus' blessing was clearly
visible on the older teen; at the sight of Cosimo's
naked body, Giulio's young prick began to stir in his
hose.  It produced an enormous and unseemly bulge at
his crotch when he removed his shirt.

"Ah," Cosimo said archly, looking askance at his
younger brother's lewd display, "so this is how it
is?"  The older boy rolled over onto his stomach,
exposing his perfect muscular ass, but waved one hand
dismissively.  "You insult me, almost make me fall and
break my neck, and then seek to have sport with me?
Be off, knave, I've nothing for you here!"  At
Giulio's hangdog expression, Cosimo burst into
laughter.  "Giulito, you are too funny... you look like
a baby that just lost its tit!"

Still snickering, Cosimo patted the bed beside
himself.  "Last night awakened the hunger in you, eh?
Ah, Giulito... my little brother is growing up and
becoming a man.  It will wax and wane but you will
never again be free of it."  The older boy's face
looked wistful in the flickering light of the candle.
"Your days of innocence are over now... If I had only
known last night that you were still pure, perhaps..."
He shook his head, his long hair rustling.  "But, no
matter; what's done is done."  Giulio tugged the
tight-fitting hose down over his legs, his huge cock
waving like a club in front of him as he tugged them
down over his feet.  "God, look at it..." Cosimo said
lazily, reaching out and wrapping his hand around his
brother's massive prick.  "You are lucky, Giulio; I
wish that mine were so sizable."  The feeling of his
warm hand stroking Giulio's boyprick made the younger
boy grunt softly and his eyes grew hooded with
pleasure; he bit his lower lip to keep from moaning as
his foreskin slipped back across the swollen purple
head.  Cosimo's own prick was stiffening rapidly,
extending outwards from beneath his hip where he lay
on his stomach on the bed.

"Yours is better; you're so beautiful... I am just a
skinny little sticklegs."  The younger boy
interjected, then blushed.  He hadn't meant to say
that.  Cosimo smiled sweetly at him, and then dragged
him down onto the bed.

"Well, a compliment, even!  You must be truly excited...
or maybe we will make a proper young man of you yet.
But I thank you for saying so."  The smell of musk and
oranges surrounded Giulio again as he pressed his face
into Cosimo's black curls; the small patch of hair in
the center of the older boy's chest tickled him as
they embraced tightly.  "And you are not a sticklegs,
as you say," Cosimo whispered softly into the delicate
golden whorls of his brother's ear, "you are a
beautiful young man, and you will become even more
handsome as you grow.  And this..."  Giulio felt his
brother's hand wrap once more around the wrist-thick
shaft of his cock.  "This will make you even more
popular than I soon enough."  Drawing back from their
close embrace, the older boy winked at his younger
brother.  "I will speak to our father about continuing
your education.  After your triumph over the
oh-so-beloved Signor Gritti in this morning's
jousting, he will be inclined to do you a good turn,
trust me."

"My education?"  Giulio's confusion was evident.  "But
my tutor already..."

Cosimo burst out laughing.  "No, not that old bag of
bones!  If you milked him from head to toes, you
wouldn't get a drop of spunk, he's so worthless ^Ö I'm
surprised dust doesn't puff from his mouth when he
talks.  No, brother mine, I mean your education in the
ways of the flesh.  Especially now that the hunger is
there, you must be educated; you are still very much
an innocent, despite this tree trunk between your
legs.

"Our family is a proud one, as you know, but we must
always be vigilant; far greater houses than ours have
been brought low because of wandering cocks.  This is
more properly our father's lecture to give, and you
should hear it from him; he'll scare even this great
rod into hiding!  It is important that you learn as
soon as possible what pleasure there is in the flesh,
but also how to restrain your desire and think clearly
while aroused... too many men are rendered stupid as
sheep by the rise of the staff between their legs, and
are ruined thereby, or put to great expense and trial
that they should easily have avoided otherwise.  As a
d'Agnoli, you are expected to be above such men,
cleverer and more wily than they are, the better to
take advantage of their weaknesses.  When they think
only of some warm, wet place to stick their pricks,
you must be focused on your own profits, and those of
your house; only then will you be able to retain the
means to enjoy yourself into your old age."

Giulio was only halfway listening to his brother's
little lesson; his brother's hand sliding along the
shaft of his cock was more compelling.  Precum had
started to flow from the blunt end of his thick rod,
slicking the inside of his foreskin.  It sent a tingle
up his spine each time the skin slid back over the
flared ridge of his cockhead, and another shiver when
it snapped forward again to hide the deep plum-colored
head from sight.  His eyes lidded with pleasure, and
he moaned softly.  Suddenly, Cosimo dropped the large
cock and snatched his brother's hair at the back of
his head.  Yanking Giulio's head around painfully, he
stared into his brother's eyes.  "What did I just say?
 Tell me now!"

"What?"  Giulio's eyes were tearing up; the pain from
his hair was intense.  "Ow!... Cosimo, you're hurting
me!  Stop!"

"What... did... I... just... say?"  Each word was punctuated
with a tug on Giulio's trapped hair; it felt like it
was coming out by the roots.

"Augh!  You said that... that when other men were
thinking about their own pleasure, that I would have
to pay attention to... money and profits and the honor
of our house."  The last few words came out in a gasp
as the younger boy wriggled around frantically.

Cosimo released Giulio's hair.  "Very good.  I'm sorry
I hurt you, but you have to understand; this is no
joking matter."  The older boy smoothed over the hair
he had just pulled with his hand.  "Many a rich and
powerful house has been destroyed because of the
pricks of its foolish sons.  We owe it to our father
and mother not to let that happen to us.  Playing
about like this is one thing, but once you have felt
true passion, you will know what a strong horse it is
that you must learn to ride."  Giulio rubbed the back
of his head gingerly; the pain slowly subsided, but
his prick had grown soft.  The sudden pain and shock
had made him lose his erection.  His hurt feelings
from the encounter with Bartolomeo returned with
crushing force; he turned his face away from his
brother and fought to keep the tears from running down
his cheeks.

"Giulito..." his brother's voice came softly and full of
sympathy.  "This is for your own good.  I am your
brother, and I will defend you to my dying breath.  I
love you, you know that.  But you must learn these
things."  He hugged Giulio tightly to himself again,
and the younger boy gave up his struggle not to weep.
His tears ran down his older brother's shoulder.
Cosimo continued, "Father was much less tender with me
than I have been with you. When he begins to tell you
these things he will try to terrify you into
submission.  I do not want you to think it is all bad,
like he tells you, but I want you to learn this lesson
well.  You must."  The older boy's eyes were earnest.
"Do you understand?"

"Y... yes," Giulio sniffled.  His emotions were whirling
inside him; his stomach felt like it had snakes
writhing inside it.  Ideas and images swirled in his
mind, too fast to analyze.

Cosimo's face lit up with a smile; in the candlelight,
he seemed to glow like the god of the Sun itself.  "I
know you do... you are my brother, and I am proud of
you."  He tousled Giulio's rumpled cap of curls.
Despite himself, Giulio felt a surge of pride.  His
older brother, the godlike Cosimo, was proud of him!
His brother's lightning-quick changes of mood seemed
incomprehensible; the younger boy felt like he was
being swept along by some raging river of events far
outside his own control.  In a daze, he realized that
his giant cock was again struggling upright, dueling
with Cosimo's slender seven inch rod between their
stomachs.  Not even thinking, he slid down and wrapped
his lips around the head of his brother's iron-hard
cockmeat.  Cosimo seemed quite taken aback.

"Giulito, what are you doing?... You shouldn't... oh, God!
Ahh..."  The younger boy's lips slid down over his
brother's rigid cock, his tongue sliding along the
ridge of foreskin now trapped behind the swollen,
purplish head.  Cosimo's fuckstick swelled, oozing
precum into Giulio's sucking mouth.  It tasted better
than Bartolomeo by far, the younger boy thought,
sweeter and lighter... Glancing upwards, he saw his
brother's face contorted in ecstasy, his head thrown
back and mouth hanging open as he panted his lust into
the close garret air.  His breath coming in short
gasps, Cosimo's hands slid across Giulio's hair,
pressing his face more firmly into his older brother's
crotch.  "Ah, Giulito, watch out... I'm... I'm..."  For the
second time that evening, Giulio felt a hard cock
drilling deep into his throat, its swollen knob
pressing against the back of his mouth; this time,
though, he wanted it.  It was what he'd been wanting
for what seemed like his whole life.  At that thought,
Cosimo cried out and arched his back.

In seconds, Cosimo's thick cum poured into Giulio's
mouth, burning hot and sweet as honey; Giulio
swallowed it willingly, imagining his brother's beauty
pouring into him along with it.  His own enormous cock
was hard as an oaken staff, thrusting up from between
his thighs like a tower, but in some strange way he
felt content and sated already with his brother's
sweet juices filling his mouth.  As Cosimo lay panting
on the narrow cot, Giulio slid upwards and eased his
massive prick between his brother's sweat-slick
thighs.  The friction from the older boy's thighs was
enough; within ten strokes, Giulio was shooting
streams of his own teen boycum across Cosimo's slender
hips and firm buttocks.  The smell of Cosimo's perfume
rose around him as Giulio lay gasping for breath,
until finally sleep rose up and claimed him.