Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2019 13:01:39 +0000 From: Embolisha Subject: The indifferent chapter 6 The grand Sikorsky S92 helicopter rises slowly from the helipad on the Medici Palazzo and begins to bank away towards the east picking up speed as it goes. It is a graceful black machine that is unusually quiet for such a large bird. Inside the sumptuous cabin Lorenzo Di Medici sits sipping on a large Aperol spritz and looking out the curtained windows as his domain slips by beneath him. There are three other occupants besides the ruler. Darius sits to Lorenzo's left looking out the other window. His left leg is tucked up under him in the unthinking casualness of boys. Still dressed in the golden shift with the fabric belted waist his little fingers play with the fringe as he watches the helicopters progress. Seated facing both Lorenzo and Darius are two other boys dressed in casual shorts and t-shirts. Olio with his dark Polynesian looks is sporting white nike shorts and a sky blue top, on his feet are a pair of blue Vans. His long hair is pulled back into a bun leaving a few strands curling forward around is face. At the nape of his neck is a chain of small white shells sitting against his dark skin. In the other chair, Byron is chattering away excitedly, oblivious to the annoyed looks he is getting from Darius. Lorenzo studies the boy noting that he looks much like an 11 year old Leo Di Caprio. His beautiful blonde hair is swept back from a part on the side of his head leaving his expressive eyes exposed as they dart around the cabin. He is wearing a tan pair of cargo shorts and a pink T. On his feet are a casual pair of Havianna's and his left ankle sports an anklet made from brightly coloured threads. Without being aware of it Byron is incredibly beautiful. His open uncomplicated nature only enhances his allure and Lorenzo looks forward to what the day will bring. The helicopter picks up speed travelling far faster than is usual for one of this type but the Medici can afford to employ the latest technology. The metal streamlined bird passes by the ancient city of Firenze still gaining speed as it goes. Byron feels that it is his duty to point out all the features that he can see. "Look, look there. See that. It is called the Duomo. That large dome on top took almost 20 years to build. Oh and next to it is the Campanile." He looks around at Olio who smiles indulgently at him. "Campanile means bell tower. Oh and there is the Ponte Vecchio, that just means old bridge and there is a corridor that runs across it to the Piti Palace. That was where the Medici used to live." He stops his eyes wide as he looks directly at Lorenzo. "Yes we did live there for some time, but I believe it was cold and bit draftee so we left it to the people of Firenze and moved to our current home." He smiles his lop sided smile at the boy, "I am impressed with your knowledge young Byron." "Thanks Pater." The boy replies. "Would it be ok if you called me Ronnie instead of Byron. I like it better." "Of course Ronnie it is." The boy's lips split into a huge grin and he continues his monologue as the helicopter soars across the Tuscan hills towards the coast line. Before long the blue of the Tyrrhenian Sea passes beneath them and they continue away from the land. Their destination is the island of Montecristo made famous by a certain book written in the 1800's. The Medici own the island now and as such tourists are not allowed to visit there, the official version for the public is that it is to protect the fragile ecosystem on the island itself. The chopper begins its descent towards the island of Montecristo, sweeping in low over the waves and approaching a small inlet on the western side of the island. As it clears the headland the boys can see a massive yacht at anchor close to the shore line. It is incredibly sleek with a glistening black hull and on its stern is painted the name of the ship. ` Copernicus.` Byron can count 10 stories from the water line to the crest and positioned just to the rear of the boat is the helipad on which the great aircraft settles itself with barely a jolt. As the blades begin to slow down a small boy darts out onto the helipad and reaches to open the door. "Uncle Lorenzo, I am so glad you have arrived. I have been waiting all morning. Papa said you were bringing some other boys for me to play with." He grins from ear to ear and drawing himself up to his full height of 4" 3' he sticks out his hand. "Hi, I'm Donatello Di Medici." Byron is the first to respond as he bounces out of the chopper. " Hi there, I'm Byron but you can call me Ronnie." He bumps fists with the shorter boy. "Ronnie... I like that. Well i guess you can call me Donnie then, haha. Ronnie and Donnie." He chuckles to himself before looking at the dark skinned boy who is gracefully stepping down onto the helipad. "Hey Donnie, I am Olio Matanui." He too bumps fists with the boy and stands aside as Darius begins his descent. "I know who you are." Donatello states smiling. "I saw you at the house last night. You were tied up on the table and you weren't wearing any clothes...". The boy's smile fades "I asked my papa if you were ok and he said that you had a lot of fun after I left for Chez Roger's.". He cocks his little head to the side and asks. "Is that true?" Darius regards the open boy before him. His expression is solemn, but he relaxes his features and smiles at the young lad. "It is true. I enjoyed it very much." "Good. I like it when my friends enjoy things. Oh i forgot to tell you, we are all friends now. Ok." The three boys laugh as Lorenzo bends down to pick up his small nephew. He cradles him under his buttocks and plants a kiss upon his red lips. "Awww uncle Lorenzo, not now." he says as he squirms about causing the man to put him down. "O.K. what is first on your list of adventures Donatello Di Medici." Lorenzo says with a chuckle. "I want to show my friends the boat and then I want to use the aqua scooters and then I think I will want something to eat and then. ...." Lorenzo holds up a hand. "And then I think I may want `something' youngling. Is your papa still here?" He asks and after getting the nod of assent from the boy he leaves the helipad in search of his cousin Luca. Donatello turns and grabs Byron's hand and begins pulling him along as they race to explore the massive pleasure yacht. The boys race down expansive corridors of polished wood and enter room after room, all of them are amazingly furnished. They race through a banquet hall and library, they stop to admire an aquarium and on and on, through gymnasiums and theatres and tennis courts and basketball courts. Finally they reach the aft section just as the massive helicopter lifts and heads away from the boat. Here stretching out is a beautiful pool surrounded by lush plants and shelters. The pool is 25 meters long and on the bottom it sports the Medici crest in gold. "You wanna swim now or go on the aqua scooters." "Scooters." All the boys say at once and Donatello leads them down to the equipment room right on the water line. A crew member is there waiting as the boys crowd around the two machines set up on the outer deck. Donatello is hurriedly pulling his shirt off and the other boys look at each other. "Don't just stand there, you can't swim in yer clothes." He says and each of the boys begins to undress except for Darius. "I don't have swimmers to wear." He says and Donatello stops and stares at him. "Um, so. It's not like I didn't see all you got last night is it." The boy guffaws as he strips his shorts off and stands completely naked in front of the group. Darius blushes and then shrugs untying the belt and pulling the shift up over his head bringing his red briefs into view. Olio puts his fingers to his lips and gives a wolf whistle causing Darius to blush all over again but soon all four boys are naked and standing beside the aqua scooters. The crew member comes forward eyeing the naked boys before him as he begins to explain the procedure. "O.K. boys, can I ask who has done this before?" Donatello puts up his hand and so does Byron leaving the other two standing nervously to the side. "Right then, Master Donatello as you and Master Byron have had experience I will make you the captains of your ships ok?" Getting the required nod the sailor indicates two of the scooters and Donatello and Byron choose one each climbing up onto the seats. The scooters look almost like motor bikes except they have no wheels. The seats are large enough to accomodate two people, and above the handles a glass canopy swings into place once the occupant is seated providing them with breathable atmosphere. The man motions Olio over and he admires the boys exquisite tattoo's as he takes a seat behind Donatello. Darius is similarly seated behind Byron and he places his hands on the boys naked hips to steady himself. In short order the winch is applied and the scooters are lowered into the water whereupon the boys start the motors and submerge, heading into the underwater paradise below. For the next hour they play hide and seek or race each other from one point to another, giggling madly all the while. After a while Byron turns the controls over to Darius and the boy is truly having fun. He doesn't seem to notice as Byrons hands circle around his waist dropping lower and lower until one hand brushes the thin boyhood resting on the seat. Darius stills suddenly as the younger boy begins to slowly pull on his foreskin. He can feel the stiffness of Byron behind him as the blond boy slowly moves forward on the seat pushing his 3" erection into Darius' arse cheeks. The pair sit like this for a while until Darius cranes his neck around to look into Byron's eyes. Byron smiles and says, "no harm in getting a little head start is there? After all I think before the day is up both of us will know each other and a certain Medici a lot better, hey." Despite himself, Darius feels his cock growing harder as Byron rolls his foreskin up and down. The itch starts again inside his anal cavity and he begins to buck his little hips back against his friend. `Oh well,' he thinks, `a good a time as any to improve bilateral relationships I guess.' He leans forward slightly bending over the handle bars and winces as Byron slaps spit on his cock and pushes it into him. They continue to glide through the water as the blond slowly fucks his new friend. There is not much discomfort this time for Darius, as the boys penis is not the same size as Lorenzo's, so Darius begins to roll his hips trying to fit more of the boy inside him as savours the feelings. After a while Darius' attention is drawn to a movement to the side. There, as he bounces back and forth, he sees Donatello and Olio staring at him as they glide closer in their aqua scooter. Almost he pulls off Byron, but he is feeling closer and closer to his climax, so he continues to grind himself back onto the urgent phallus behind him. The two boys continue to watch. Olio now also sporting a hard on that is pressing into Donnies little back. The boy ignores it as he watches Darius throw his head back, his cum falls onto Byron's hand and the black seat below. Byron too, bucks his slender hips and strains forward burying himself into the beautiful arse before him as he explodes into his friend. They pair grin at each other as their panting breathing returns towards normal. They look up to see Donatello with a strange expression on his face, pointing back towards the Copernicus. Presently, when they are all back aboard the floating palace, Donatello whispers in Byron's ear. "I don't care if you wanna fuck Ronnie, hell you can fuck me if you want, but don't you think that was a little dangerous? You could have run into anything and then what would uncle Lorenzo have said, huh? He would be really mad at me for killing two of his boys." He says all of this with a very straight angelic face, his little eyes wide open and staring. Darius and Byron both turn to him realising the little man is right. They apologise and Donatello straightens up, his usual grin appearing on his round face once again. "I'm hungry." He announces and with his boundless energy he runs on his little legs towards the dining hall with the other boys trailing behind. Hi all. Thanks for the kind words. 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