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Grapes of Italy – Chapter 12

Don di Francesco sat in an Iberian chair grand enough to be a Kings throne. He did not have many visitors. The Sabin did business with him willingly and sometimes they came, but the Romans need persuading to buy from him. That caused several deaths, but only Roman deaths. He had to make an example out of anyone that did not buy from him.

Don di Gotti was most problematic. He and Don Moretti seemed to have power that Francesco did not understand. Their people stood behind those Dons, which aggravated Francesco immensely. Because of that Francesco's men spent most of their time dealing with those villages, instead of having a good trade with the Sabin people.

The second problem was Francesco's wine making ability, and sheep herding lacked experience and work force, that was the real reason he charged less than Gotti and Moretti. However, people would rather spend a little more for a better product. That was where Francesco's problem laid. With the war in the north, Francesco had his chance to finally move in, take Gotti and Moretti's land holdings and ask the Sabins for protection. A protection they willingly agreed to.

The Carthagians and Greeks who had some villages that traded with Francesco would only promise men to help deliver goods to the Romans. That in itself was dangerous enough. The Romans not known for their cruelty at the time were changing because of what the Etruscan war was doing to the Roman soldiers. It was not as if Francesco was in the center of the Iberian culture.

Francesco and about forty Sabin soldiers attacked di Gotti's villa. Francesco led the attack, but it was set up as a meeting. There he met with di Gotti face to face to discuss their problem with each other. Di Gotti was a good host, offering food, drink and an inviting atmosphere. Gotti wanted the deal made immediately. When they sat down to talk business, all di Gotti would say is that Francesco must stop strong-arming his villages. Each time di Gotti said `his villages', Francesco became more irate.

Di Gotti saw the temper in the man "Is something upsetting you Don di Francesco?"

"Si di Gotti there is. They are not your villages they belong to no one. There is not a sign saying they can't buy from me, regardless of the prices. I have been fair. Si, I have to say some of my men did push on some of the merchants, but I have asked them to stop. Understand however, that I must make a certain amount of sales to stay above water."

Di Gotti did not smile, he leaned over and whispered, "For three hundred years my family has owned this land, the villages you seem to think belong to no one, are on our land. We helped to create the villages when and where they wanted them, mostly to take care of our farms and ranches. So, Si Don di Francesco, they are my villages. Now if you can't offer the same prices as all the other Dons, and you can't sell without bullying the merchants, then you will not be able to do anything. If you sell at the same prices, I will stand behind you. I hope you understand, it is just the way we do business. If you comply you will be welcome with open arms all over Rome."

Francesco did understand. He understood that no matter how much he reasoned with di Gotti, that the man would not budge. Di Gotti was too into Roman politics to change his ways. Maybe he was afraid of his superiors. After normal pleasantries, di Francesco left amicably.

Di Gotti turned to one of his boys, "I want you to take the back way to Don Nico's villa. If he is not there, stay at the villa until the army returns. Tell them what transpired here today. Abalone, I think this di Francesco will try a takeover of the villa. We have no protection this far out. If he tries, we will be dead within a few hours and at the most days."

"But papa shouldn't we all flee?" Abalone asked.

"No son, we will stay and fight. It will be up to you to get Don Nico to seek revenge for what transpires here."

"Papa, how do you know he will attack? He has no army either."

"You have a lot to learn yet Abalone, but remember one thing, always look the enemy in the eye whether you win or lose because that is a true Roman, not the scum we have to deal with."

Abalone mounted the fastest horse they owned and headed for Don Nico's villa. It would take several days to arrive. The young man, just sixteen and a new Roman citizen cried because he knew his family would be dead by the time he arrived at Don Nico's.

Less than an hour away from di Gotti's villa forty Sabin warriors camped, waiting for their orders. If there would be any resistance at all, it would be civilians against trained warriors. They were already celebrating because their tribe would receive a portion of the villa income each year.

When they attacked, it was fierce and bloody. So many atrocities occurred it would take a book just to detail them. In a very cruel manner, they made Gotti watch his wife and children murdered. To Francesco's dissatisfaction, di Gotti and his family did not beg for mercy. From the youngest eleven-year-old girl to the oldest grandmother, not one begged for their lives. Si, di Gotti and his wife cried and screamed for their loved ones but their stares and glares were more of a satisfaction; their smiles shook Francesco to the bone.

The battle only lasted a few minutes. A few roman citizens and loyal slaves fought the intruders. Francesco gave the land and villa to his oldest son immediately. The bodies of the dead, instead of buried, were thrown in the sewage ditch.

Then Francesco waited. It would take time for the news to spread. There would need to be visitors and merchants to visit the villa on business. Of course, the Roman visitors would die, but others that knew about business would be welcome. The warriors were left that the villa to protect it, and to get help if they were attacked by any Roman force.

After two months with no repercussions, Francesco attacked Moretti's villa, knowing that Moretti was away at the war. A month after that, getting cocky by the day, he decided to go after Don Romano's villa. With all three out of the way, that left Francesco with over one hundred and forty-five villages to sell his goods to, and no competition at all.

By the time Moretti came back from the war, he would be broke and unable to sustain any vengeance. He would finally come to a meeting where, before arrival, they would murder him. What Francesco did know is that Moretti was the area warlord, and Gotti and Romano paid Moretti off each month. He had no idea of the political setting of Rome's hierarchy.

Francesco wore a Roman toga, which was illegal to wear unless you were a Roman citizen, but it did not bother him. He was creating his own empire and did not need permission from any Roman on how to dress. It was more of a statement of belligerence than something he wanted to wear. Then again, he sometimes dressed as a Greek. His preference was Phoenician, but here in the Roman province he would look foolish.

The Roman dress was much more formal for his taste, making those he dealt with a little smaller in their political stature. There was no doubt he was an egotistical heathen. During this time, he used his new powers to induct Roman men as soldiers for his little army, again not realizing the power of Romans, whether they were slaves or citizens. Even though he now felt safe with his Sabin allies, the mocking look of the families he had murdered kept him in a state of nightmares.

To ease his fear he sent an emissary to Don Praetorio, a weaker but strong willed Roman landowner to the north. He would sue for peace and work out details with him. That would create a buffer between him and Rome. His objective of course was to get Praetorio to buy his goods and sell them to his villages at a reduced cost, giving the citizens a choice of what to buy based on their income. This was something that Gotti, Moretti and Romano refused to do. Once the death of those landowners had spread, he was sure of a victory over Praetorio, and could eventually take over Praetorio's warlord.

He sat in his dining room eating with the Sabin officers, making sure they had a good time, while they told their stories of the unarmed slaves and citizens of Rome they murdered the last few weeks. Some of the information the heathens talked about Francesco could have done without knowing.

They saw the Romans as very weak, adopting the ways of the people they went to war with, and making those areas they conquered a part of their Republic, by making the conquered citizens, and giving the slaves a chance for freedom. This was not only unheard of, it seemed very weak and demoralizing to those with more power. Most were still unsure of how the Romans chose who would be a slave and who would not. There seemed to be no reason for how they did things. Besides wine making and milk, Francesco vowed to find out.

Sending a Sabin warlord to talk to Don Praetorio would not work. He needed a well-spoken man of some stature, someone who could speak Roman, and Greek, maybe even Latin. He did know of a Greek trader of marble and bronze that traveled through sometimes. He would sell his statues in Rome, and then travel on to Veii to sell. The man seemed to be well versed in many things, but his worth was really in the fact that he could travel so easily between the city-states of all of Europe.

That is not to say that Myles had it easy. He not only worked hard, made beautiful statues and tried to pawn them all over Europe. He had his problems. Because he traveled alone, he was always paying unfair taxes and at the mercy of bandits during his trips. Francesco would offer him an armed escort in exchange for his loyalty. `Si', Francesco thought, `with a man like that, Praetorio and others would listen.'

***

During the journey, Ettore by Lothario's orders split up the Fourth Cohort by the location in which they lived. Those to the North formed together as well as those of the other directions. Now Lothario had an idea of how many men would be departing when he gave the orders to go on leave. He would also know how long it would take them to get home.

Those living in the South would take the shortest time, those in the North the longest time. Those to the East and West would take time, but only a few days compared to the others. The men seemed happier about the move too. Now they were with other men from around the same villages and the same dialect.

Rome had, for three-hundred years or more tried to become its own country. Led mostly by Etruscan kings in the beginning, they now headed for a solid Roman foundation. The Etruscans and Latins did not like it, but The Celts, Iberians, Greeks and others had no idea of the kind of people that they were dealing with.

Lothario did not say much about Ettore's diatribe about love. It was almost constant. Sometimes embarrassing Lothario and sometimes making him giggle. Lothario was impressed, but had no idea of how to put his fondness of Ettore into words. Being at a loss for words, he preferred to say nothing than make a fool of himself. This was irritating to Ettore who did not understand why the not so much younger boy, who was well versed in speech, kept so quiet about love.

On the third night of the trip home, it was dusk before they made it to the campsite. By now Lothario and the other officers realized that the camp personal were mostly made up of citizens and freeborn, and a camp had very few slaves. This information took a mental change in how they were to treat what they once thought were all slaves. Giving the number of the camp personnel, Lothario wondered exactly how much it was costing him each day.

That is what Lothario was thinking about as he took his bath. Anthony let him soak, while Anthony went to get dinner for the two of them. The guards ate right away and took turns at the camp bathing area to have a good showing for Lothario.

That is when Ettore started in again about the matters of love. "Lothario have you ever been kissed?"

Lothario looked over at Ettore, "So you ever wonder how much it costs to have a camp of citizens and freeborn to take care of things? Why don't the slaves do all this work, setting up the camps and things like that?"

"I really don't know but have you ever been kissed?"

Lothario looked ahead at some horses being moved out to graze, "Papa, mamma, Fedele, oh yea and Dino. Pablo and Giulio kissed me several times. I think Esta kissed me every day all my life. What does that have to do with the cost of all this stuff I have to pay for?"

"I was just thinking. Do you know what love is? I mean really you don't talk much about it." Ettore asked as if it did not matter at all.

Lothario said, "If I am paying one coin a day to each of the citizens and one quarter coin a day to each of the freeborn that would come to hundreds of coins a day and I don't even know how much I am really paying. No one ever told me about that until the quartermaster asked about money." Lothario sighed and looked at Ettore, "You have been talking about love for the last three days. I love my mamma, and papa, I sort of love Fedele, I love Esta. I really loved Dino; he was my best friend since I was little. I loved Pablo and Giulio. I guess there are others."

Ettore threw a towel at Lothario, "I meant love, not liking someone a lot."

"Well if you mean love like papa loves mama that is pretty gross. You wouldn't believe the things they do and it is so embarrassing." Lothario threw the towel back.

"What if you were a girl, what kind of boy would you marry?"

The Tribune stopped talking and suddenly he felt the water was too cold, or did the goose bumps start because of what Ettore asked. Lothario thought back to Auriel and those men sliding in and out of the boy and Auriel tickling for hours at a time.

"Lothario, answer me!" Ettore commanded.

"I am a boy not a girl why would I think of something like that?" Lothario finally answered.

Ettore sighed, "You have never thought of what it would be like? Would you want someone like Dino, but strong... okay he wasn't a fighter, but he was big and strong and cute."

Lothario swallowed hard, "Dino was a true Roman and was brave and courageous. I guess if I was a girl, then yea someone like Dino would do."

"Would do?" Ettore asked.

"It is not like there are a lot of choices Ettore. You like me and I like you, but that does not mean I would be a girl and want you for my boy. Ettore, what if you were the girl? Whom would you want for your boy?"

"I never thought about that. I would probably want a man though. Someone big and strong and that would cuddle me. Someone like me I guess."

Lothario started giggling just as Anthony and Cyrus came back with food. They sat it on the table and began washing the noble boys. "What is so funny Lothario? Ettore asked, "I am big and strong and I am a man."

"Well you do have muscles, but you aren't much taller than I am, and you are hardly a man, you don't even have any hair yet."

"Well I am bigger down there than most men are."

Anthony started laughing. Lothario looked at him, "Don't make fun of him, you will get him upset."

"Master is twice as big as Lothario down here, and I have seen men not nearly as big when they have a stiffy." Cyrus announced.

The three boys looked at Cyrus. Cyrus looked back, "I have been a house servant forever of course I have seen stiff men! That doesn't mean I had sex with them!"

"I don't think it matters how big someone is. I think it matters how long they last." Lothario quipped, "It really doesn't matter we are boys. It might matter to girls though. As big as Ettore is he can have one big big fat girl that's for sure."

Everyone but Ettore laughed, "That is not funny. It is you I want."

"Well that big thing would not go into me, and I am a boy anyway." Lothario laughed more.

Ettore bit his tongue, but spoke anyway, "I think it would and I think you would love it." There was no way Ettore could tell Lothario that his red juicy top had already been in, even if not planned. No one would believe him either way. That did not keep Ettore from getting a stiffy right then, thinking about how tight, hot and sweet Lothario's bum was even if just the red top was in him.

Just to prove a point, Ettore stood up just then to show how big a man he was. The ding was huge and stood straight out, not like Lothario's small one that stood straight up. The giant red bulb stuck out waiting for attention. Lothario grinned, "You are a show off."

Cyrus tried not to pay attention and finished washing his master. Ettore stepped out of the tub and pointed his ding at Lothario's face, "See I know you want it. I still may be short, but I am a man, and I would cuddle you all the time."

"You would need to learn how to control it, but someday a girl might want if you didn't scare her to death." Lothario laughed.

Ettore grumbled, slipped his sandals on and went to the tent. Anthony spoke very loudly so Ettore could hear him, "I think he went inside to rub it Master Lothario."

Ettore yelled back, "When you are as big as me you don't rub it, you pull on it! If Lothario wants to see how a man does it he can join me!"

Cyrus grabbed Ettore's food and went inside the tent. Lothario was beside himself. He could not help but to get excited over the flirtation and sights Ettore gave him. His behind was burning up and his little ding was boiling in the water. He looked at Anthony, "I am going to soak a little more. I will get out and eat soon though."

Anthony sat and ate his food, waiting for his master to get out of the tub. As he sat and ate the thought about the exchange he had witnessed, the comments he heard while they traveled over the last few days and he finally looked at Lothario, "Master. Do you know that most boys our age have a ball in their throat that makes them look like a man?"

"Yea almost everyone has one."

"You don't master. When I first met you, I thought you were a girl for a few seconds. I think Master Ettore knows that too and he sees you as a girl with some boy muscles. He gets a stiffy every time he is around you. Sometimes I hear you guys talk, and I know I am not supposed to repeat things, but he is in love with you like you are a girl." He hesitated before continuing, "I watch you almost all the time. When he was talking about those things, you got excited. When he put his ding in front of you, you started breathing harder. You guys play sometimes, but I think you both want more than that. I think you love him as much as he loves you. I think you want to be... maybe like a girl for him. After all master, he is cute, he has muscles all over, he is Roman, and he has a big thing. It doesn't matter if he gets a lot of hair, most real Romans do not have that much, but even if he does I think you would like him either way." Then Anthony became quiet.

Lothario let it all sink in, and then he smiled, "You think too much."

"You didn't deny it master, so there must be some truth in what I think."

"You keep quiet about what you think. Part of what you say is true, I admit that, but he can't know that or he will try and lead me around. Do you understand? Boys have to fight to be the best at everything, and if he knew that stuff, we would always be fighting for power. Just like with his pranks, only one can be on top, and because I have the rank, and position, I can't be led around like a puppy. Do you understand Anthony?" Lothario confided.

"You are saying that you have to be better at everything so he can't use you." Anthony stated.

"Well, that is not exactly what I meant, but maybe it is. Whatever I want to do, it has to be equal. For instance, you have seen my papa and Fedele. Papa is always the leader no matter what. Yet papa wants Fedele with him all the time. They are best friends, equal friends. For Ettore to get what he wants and for me to get what I want, we have to be the same. Get my towel, I will come out and eat now."

Pao walked over as Lothario dried, "Tomorrow we will be at the crossroads, with your permission I will take the Northern and Western Centuries to Rome. That was the plan I believe."

"Of course." Lothario answered, "Remember they have thirty days of training at the post before they go on leave. Remember that father wants us all together in forty-five days to march into Rome as an army."

"What is Ettore up to?" Pao asked.

"He is pulling on his ding he said. I don't think he wants to be bothered, he has a big ding and takes him forever." Anthony giggled.

Pao laughed, "Si I see it all the time at the games, and we are always betting he will trip over it." The three boys laughed hard.

It was then that Cyrus came out of the tent grumbling to Ettore. No one saw what the boy was talking about at first. Then the boy stepped into the bath and washed his stomach off. With the other three looking at him, he explained, "Never oil an excited ding and stand in front of it. They go off on you!"

All three boys chimed, "Oh that is disgusting!"

Ettore yelled out from the tent, "It wasn't my fault; he just tickled it too much!" A statement that made the boys laugh even harder.

Pao left, laughing as he walked away. Cyrus stepped out of the tub and dried off, "I am not ever doing that again. He can oil his own ding if it gets big."

Lothario's mouth dropped open and Anthony laughed even more. Once the three had settled down, Lothario went into the tent and Anthony oiled him, without the excitement that Ettore caused. Lothario ate while the others were talking about how uncouth Ettore was for letting Cyrus get goo all over his stomach. It was dark and Lothario was tired. "When you finish your chores get some sleep. We will stay here tomorrow night, but we still have a long way to go. Four days I think, or was it three, I don't remember. I will ask Don Romano in the morning."

Ettore looked at him, "I will come to bed when I am ready. I am not ready, but you sleep tight. I am going to look around the camp while the boys take care of the horses."

Lothario frowned because he forgot about his horses, but he was so tired he just nodded and fell into bed, pulling the quilt over himself, "Don't forget to turn the oil lamps off when you go to sleep."

Ten minutes later, he was out cold. Ettore looked at the other two boys, "I wonder how he falls asleep so quickly."

Anthony immediately began to clean up and then headed out to take care of the horses, even though it was dark. He would have to remember that the next time and do it earlier. Cyrus followed Ettore during his walk through the camp. Ettore spoke to everyone he met, introducing himself and making a mental note of the names. He answered every question the best he could. Cyrus was impressed with Ettore, it was his first time seeing Ettore as a leader, even though just about everyone was older. Most the men he met were from sixteen to twenty-four years of age. Yet, those same men gave respect to Ettore, Cyrus started seeing another side to his master. He may not want to be a slave, but at least he had a descent master.

One group of soldiers stopped Ettore, gave him warm wine and invited him to sit. Ettore took the wine, but refused to sit, saying he was on a quest to meet everyone that night. After some joking around one soldier asked about Lothario, "Don Ettore, Don Lothario does not talk much to any of us. He has beaten everyone he has fought. Why is it that no one told us he gave a sword to an enemy General, and then killed the man? Something has been bothering us. Why doesn't he associate with us? And why is he so deadly with his orders?"

Ettore was not ready for that question. He thought for several moments, "I am not the speaker that Don Lothario is, but I will try and explain. At the gym, he was small and always wanted to win, so he worked five times harder than everyone else until he could beat all the boys bigger than him. Then he had General Fedele as his personal trainer for fighting. Now people like the General, and all of you are bigger than him, how much respect would any of you give a twelve year old? Who by his act of valor alone became a citizen four years earlier than you did?"

The group said nothing and Ettore continued, "That is why he does not associate. He is afraid that one of you will say something or invite him to a fight, several things might happen. The point being, that he would meet any challenge and someone could get hurt, or even die. That is what I think is happening with him. Now about his orders, I was with him before he became an officer. There were several battles, which we were in. He was not an officer but there were no other officers around. Lothario thank goodness took control and defeated the enemy in each instance. After we won he wanted the enemy soldiers dead, and he wanted cowardly bodyguards killed, including his own, who put down his sword instead of fighting for him. That cost Don Lothario, not just two slaves, but two little boys he loved. When the last battle fought, many of the noble boys and their slaves died because of the same type of cowardly bodyguards. He ordered their execution. When no one moved to do that, Don Lothario killed them all himself."

"Now that Don Lothario is a real soldier, with some rank, he will kill anyone that does not follow his orders, there is no ceremony for it, and his attitude goes for me as well. Like most of you, Don Lothario could not live without Rome, and Rome is a country that respects allegiance, as you well know. As a soldier and officer, all of you should love Rome the same way, so the point is mute; you follow Don Lothario, who to us, represents Rome."

One of the replacement soldiers smirked, "You are telling me that our General or whatever he is, is only twelve summers old, and we are supposed to take orders from him?"

Pao walked up to the group just in time to hear the comment. He replied, "If you do not take orders from him, I guarantee that any man in this cohort will cut you down without thinking about it. How does that sound?"

The young man could not see that it was a Centurion speaking when he answered, "Si and what are they going to do? Spank me?"

The man next to him pulled a knife and put it to the soldier's throat, "I do not care for Tribune Lothario, but then again, I have seen what he will do for us and Rome, and Si I and others would cut off your head if you did not obey him."

Cyrus spoke up, "It wouldn't matter. Don Lothario is good, he is gentle, and he rides with Hades and Mars, he would strike you dead just based on the words of other soldiers, then he would kill them for not doing it themselves. If he couldn't you would have to answer to my Master Ettore, and he is just as deadly."

"You little urchin!" Another new soldier stood up and leaped toward Cyrus. Cyrus moved behind Ettore as Ettore tripped the man, pulled his sword and put it to the soldier when the man fell to the ground.

Ettore smiled, "The other thing you need to know about Tribune Lothario, he does not like a slave to be mistreated. That doesn't mean they get to do what they want, a slave is a slave, but to hurt someone else's slave, is definitely something you don't want him to find out about. Now get up and enjoy the night." He turned to Pao, "I guess you know there is no meeting tonight?"

"Si, I just came from the tent. The guard told me they were asleep. I passed the word to the others. Don Lothario will probably have it while the rest of us are half asleep in the morning." Pao answered.

The soldier on the ground stood as the other men laughed at him, "You don't want to mess with the little brothers. Don Ettore is not as vicious, but he is just as deadly. Even though he was screaming for his life, in the charge he made, he killed at least twenty men riding back through the lines. I personally ducked thinking it was my last minute on this earth."

Several soldiers laughed, Pao was holding his stomach, "So that was you! Ettore wasn't trying to kill you, he wanted to shave you!"

The men laughed some more, and Ettore smiled, "Remember what you saw and heard tonight, maybe you can understand why Don Lothario does not want to associate. If two men cause so much trouble already, then imagine how Don Lothario would have reacted."

Pao frowned, "Si, at least two of you would have died by now, maybe others with them. Keep your head on your shoulders and watch your mouths. Don Lothario is nothing like we have ever seen before. Even the Generals make way for him, not out of fear, but out of respect. I suggest you show respect. He is a good caring commander, but even commanders like that have their limits."

Ettore bade them goodnight and continued to the next camp where he hoped no one else asked about Lothario. Not that he minded the questions; it was antagonism toward Lothario. He would talk to Lothario about being with the men more. He turned to Cyrus as they walked, "You need to keep your mouth quiet, I think I can handle anything that is brought up about Don Lothario or myself. Don't play words with those citizens, it just aggravates them."

Cyrus nodded, "I will stay quiet then. Afterwards can I tell you how I felt?"

"Of course you can, you can always talk to me, but I would prefer it to be away from others." Ettore explained as they came into the next campfire area. Several higher-ranking visitors greeted him and Ettore took his seat with the men. They handed Cyrus water and gave a river-cooled cup of wine to Ettore, "Salute."

They talked for about an hour before Ettore left for another campfire. Cyrus asked several times if Ettore was tired, but Ettore said he was not tired at all.

The next campfire had a full party going on. The group was very jovial and handed both Ettore and Cyrus cold wine. Several conversations were going on at once. Almost everyone sat on the ground. Ettore and his boy joined them. As Ettore looked around he saw a girl wearing silks, her thighs were showing. Her hair pulled back and he could not see the back of her head, but he presumed it looked similar to a horse's tail. He laughed to himself.

The girl noticed Ettore too, "You are very young to be an officer."

A couple of the men laughed at the statement. Ettore smiled, "You are awfully young to be a girl at a man's party."

One of the officers tapped Ettore's shoulder, "Si, because that is a boy, a well to do prostitute on his way home from the war."

Ettore blushed, "Well umm I didn't know."

The boy smiled, "I am Auriel, you would have known if you saw me in the daylight. In my tent no one cares." He and the others laughed.

"He knows a lot about sex, don't you Auriel?" One of the men said.

"Well I am not sure, but I do know more than most. I sure know what turns you guys on!" He replied.

Some of the men laughed and if you could see them by firelight, others turned crimson red. Ettore was interested, not interested in Auriel, but what Auriel could tell him about getting Lothario to want him. Of course, he could not tell him who the boy was, although it would not take long to figure it out.

Ettore made a plan. The difficulty in the plan would be Auriel was leaving for Rome in the morning and Ettore wanted the information now. Ettore felt his coin purse and wondered what it would cost to have Auriel join them for the month before returning to Rome. Then he would have to explain the boy to Lothario. Auriel was older than they both were, but to take a prostitute to the Praetorio villa maybe hard to explain.

Maybe he could trade a horse, or other possessions. Yet the boy looked like he did not need much. "I guess you have two or three horses to ride to make it to all the camps." Ettore led in.

The boy smiled, "I am saving for one. I think that is all I need, since the army usually is on foot. Sometimes one of the officers will give me a ride."

"I guess it would cost you a lot of coins then. You must have your own tent, and I see you have fine clothing." Ettore continued.

Auriel smiled, "Thank you. I have gold from most of the tribes, mostly Etruscan, but then the Romans. I don't get to Greek village much since they are further south and the Carthagians money is almost worthless unless you live there. The colonies are poor. Why do you ask?"

"I was thinking maybe I could help, not sex, just having someone to talk to." Ettore stated.

"It would depend on how much you want to talk. I need to make at least five coins a day, Roman coins, or three Etruscan coins."

The group stopped talking and looked at Auriel the second time he said Etruscans. Auriel stared back, "I have to make a living. It is hardly as if I were a spy."

Another man replied, "No it's not about that. It is that you placed Etruscan coins above ours."

Auriel shot back, "Let's see, silver and gold coins versus bronze, which would you prefer?"

The men backed off and started partying again. Auriel moved sitting next to Ettore, "Now sir, what do you have in mind?"

"A war horse would be too much, but I can promise you a beautiful riding horse of your choosing and a saddle. It is not as if I need a lot of information, because I am a man already. Yet there are things you can teach me about men, or at least men that look like women. That is what you are, so you should know, Si?" Ettore swallowed hoping Auriel would take the offer.

"Where would I stay for these thirty days?" Auriel asked.

"There is a training ground for the soldiers there. There is always at least one Century there, now there will be three at least for the thirty days. You can stay with them, have good food, a bath when you want, and instead of spending your money on an expensive horse, you could probably buy a slave." Ettore smiled, his eyes gleaming and he continued, "That way you could make some extra coins if you wished."

Auriel grinned wide, "With these guys?"

Ettore nodded. Auriel stood up and yelled, "Si I am going with you guys!"

Everyone looked at Auriel. Almost everyone was happy about the idea. Cyrus whispered to Ettore, "How is Master Lothario going to take this news?"

"I will handle him; you say nothing to no one. Oh, that reminds me. In the morning, you get my bath and breakfast. After that, you can do what you want until lunch. Lothario has a rule I didn't know about, you have to have play time. Now I don't have to go along with that, but you do work hard. I think he is right. So you and Anthony, I think that is his name, you can go play or do what you want."

"Si his name is Anthony, but what do you mean play?" Cyrus asked.

Ettore looked at him strange, "You have never played?"

"Not that I know of, what is it?" Cyrus asked seriously.

"You have never played? Never kicked a ball around with friends, or climbed a tree? Maybe swam in a lake or stream and just had fun?"

"I have always stayed by my master, just like I do you. By the time he would go to bed, I would be tired and go to bed at the same time. No I have never done any of those things." Cyrus explained.

Auriel half smiled, "Most slaves live a life like that. It is nothing new."

Ettore frowned, "I am getting tired. In thirty-six days, we will leave for Rome, where you can get what I have offered. In the meantime I have hundreds of questions for you."

Auriel smiled, "Si, we can talk about Don Lothario all you want. He is ripe for the picking; it will be what you do that makes a difference."

Ettore stood, and then what Auriel said struck him, "What do you know of Don Lothario? What do you mean he is ripe for the picking?"

"Let me walk you back to your tent, and I will tell you what I know." Auriel joined them as they went back to the camp, "Lothario for all his muscles, above average looks, and his quick reactions to everything around him, is still a girl. I am sure you noticed that. I am sure you want him as others would want a girl."

You could not see Auriel smiling in the dark, "You want to bed him, and you want him to want to bed you. Then you want to put your `man' ding in him, if it is long enough. You want him to be with you all your life and that is why you are coming to me. It wasn't just the horse that got my interest. It was the fact that I think Don Lothario is ripe, and he just doesn't realize it yet. You are the closest one to him, you may have a chance to make him happy, but it will take work."

Ettore thought and then said, "What if I told you it was someone else?"

"Because back there I overheard you say you could handle Don Lothario, but your heart isn't so sure you can do that, is it?"

"That has nothing to do with the boy I love. It takes care to make sure you talk to a Tribune using the right words, to get what you would like to have done. He has his own ways of doing things."

Auriel sighed, "You won't have to worry about Don Lothario letting me go with the Century's. He will think it is a good idea."

Ettore stopped and grabbed the boy's arm, "How would you know something like that?"

They neared the dim fire Anthony had made. Two soldiers stood outside the tent. Auriel shrugged, "Don Lothario and I have met, and he knows who and what I am. I can't say we are friends by any means, but he knows me well enough he won't mind me being around the soldiers. I will just have to stay around them and not search you or Don Lothario out. If either of you want something of me, you will have to come to me."

Both Ettore and Cyrus were skeptical. Ettore asked, "How did you meet Don Lothario?"

"Well, to be honest he is still Master Lothario. He is hardly a man. People are calling him Don because of his position. As far as how, the first time I met him in daylight was when he was protecting his slaves from a Centurion. I was sorry to hear that they died in battle. We ate together and that was about it." Auriel explained, leaving out the tent incident.

Satisfied, Ettore nodded, "It seems that you do know him. He grows fond of people easily."

Auriel shrugged, "I am sure you do as well. I will go on to my camp now. We have a deal. I will move out with you instead of those heading to Rome in the morning."

When Auriel left, Cyrus spoke up, "Is he right about you and Don Lothario?"

Ettore touched the boy's shoulder, "It is only proper that Lothario and I get married to women when the time comes."

Cyrus frowned, "Don Lothario does look like a girl when he has clothes on."

"That is probably why he goes around naked more than others. Maybe he does it to show others he is a boy." Ettore explained, "Now let's go to sleep."

Cyrus sighed, "I think he is right about you two. Next, you will tell me to keep quiet about it. Is there anything I can talk to about with Anthony?"

"You can talk about a lot of things with Anthony, just not about me. Now get undressed and go to sleep." Ettore commanded as he got in bed with Lothario. He pulled up the blanket and wrapped around Lothario. Then when his ding started to rise, he pleaded silently, "Please don't get me in trouble."

** *

Although the Northern and Western Centuries were packed and ready to go, they were not wearing any sort of armor at all. Armor had been stored in the wagons that the Centurions owned. The soldiers only kept their weapons, and white tunics. It would be a march in formation, but there was no reason to wear the other equipment.

Pao came to Lothario and asked him to inspect the troops. Lothario thought it was odd. Was not that the job of the Centurions? Lothario and a hung over Ettore inspected the troops. He had several of the two hundred some men go get new sandals from one of the vendors. Satisfied with their equipment and health of the men he and Ettore moved out of the way and the two complete Centuries began their march to Rome.

Lothario was actually upset to see them leave. He turned to Ettore, "It is a sad day. Now I have to worry about them for a month."

Ettore looked at him and smiled, "You are such a baby sometimes." Ettore handed him a towel, "They will be just fine. Worry about us and our Centuries, Lothario do you even know the names of the two Centurions that are left?"

Lothario wiped his eyes, "Of course I do. Aquil and Crispin are their names. Why did you ask that?"

"Well you never say their names at a meeting, like you didn't do this morning. That causes hard feelings. Have you even walked the camp to visit the men? Most of them think you are a great man, but they never see you. The new men need to know who you are and how caring you are." Ettore explained.

"I don't know Ettore, I just feel weird. I have started to do just that a few times, but I always back down."

"Are you afraid of them Lothario?"

Lothario sighed, "Of course not. I just don't know what to say to them."

"Tonight I will go out with you. I will help talk to them if you get stuck with your words." Ettore offered.

Lothario smiled, "That might help if you stay with me. Giving a speech or an order is different than talking to them face to face."

The boys walked back with the two guards. The camp was empty. Lothario smiled, "Maybe the two of them went off to play."

Ettore frowned, "I would like us to find them and see what they are doing. I have the feeling that they have never actually played before. If they have they don't remember it."

Lothario gave him a strange look but said, "Let's go together, and least we won't be bored while we look."

That is not what Ettore planned at all. His real purpose was to go see Auriel. He nodded and they walked together. Ettore immediately noticed that Lothario was walking around the village, not through it. "We can see the horses and sheep while we are looking." He explained without Ettore asking about it.

Half way around the camp, they found the boys sitting under a tree. The tree was so small and lifeless; it looked like a bush without water. When the boys saw their masters' approach, they both stood and looked nervous. Lothario smiled, "Are you having fun?"

"We are just talking Master." Anthony stated, "Have we done something wrong?"

"No not at all, we just wanted to check and make sure you were enjoying yourselves for a change." Ettore smiled.

The two boys looked at each other quizzically, "I guess so." Cyrus said in reply, "We are trying to get to know each other."

"That is great!" Lothario smiled, "You didn't get a ball or any other toys out of my tent? You should have, you could have a lot of fun."

The boys looked at each other again, "A ball is the old towels wrapped in twine?" Anthony asked.

Lothario raised an eyebrow, "Are you serious Anthony? You do not know what a ball is?"

Ettore sighed, "Boring. Let me go get one from the men, maybe we can teach them to have fun." When he returned with the ball, Lothario just finished telling the two boys the rules of the game. Ettore grinned, "So then you understand, Anthony and Lothario will play against Cyrus and myself. Cyrus and I will win of course. The winner gets to choose what they want the loser to do for them, agreed?"

"No," Lothario said, "We are playing for fun. They have to learn fun Ettore."

Ettore shrugged, "Alright then."

Four hours later the four boys collapsed on the ground. The score tied, Ettore looked over at Lothario, "We can call it a draw or you can forfeit."

Both the slave boys were excited. They both wanted to win. Lothario looked at their faces. "We can beat you easily, but for this game we will call it a draw. Next time we will play harder and you won't have a chance."

After resting awhile the four stood up, "I am going to give back the ball and visit for a while, besides the wine is closer here than it is at the tent. Cyrus you go back with Master Lothario and Anthony and get your lunch. I will eat with the troops."

The three watched Ettore leave. Anthony said aloud, "That was strange."

Lothario giggled, "He has been acting strange for days. He is always talking about love, sex and his big ding. I don't know what he is thinking, but let's just leave him be until he sorts it out. Now, let's get lunch, rest awhile, and I will teach you boys other fun things to do."

After they ate, Lothario took them to a grassy area and taught them how to play. They played for hours before Ettore came back to join them. "It is dinner time. We need to bathe, eat and take care of the horses. We will be leaving in the morning and the three of you will be dead tired if we stay up late."

Lothario looked at Ettore, "You are always up late."

"Well I won't be tonight; we have a long way to go to get to the next camp." Ettore explained.

"How far did you send them?"

Ettore frowned, "About eight hours on foot."

Lothario sighed and led the other three back to the tent, "I guess playtime is over for now Anthony. Don't fret, each day you will get some free time, I promise you that."

Anthony looked at him, "Why are you so nice master?"

"Because under that mean deadly exterior he is soft and feels sorry for everyone." Ettore grinned.

"He is not soft Master." Anthony answered, "He is sweet."

To Lothario's shock, Ettore grabbed the boy, threw him on the ground and started tickling him. Lothario and Cyrus started laughing, "Si he is sweet you crazy boy, but you aren't supposed to contradict me either!" Ettore laughed. Ettore got off the boy and helped him stand, "That is called tickling, and it is fun, don't you think?"

"That was great!" Cyrus gleamed but was not fast enough to get away from Ettore. Ettore tickled the boy mercilessly before letting him up.

Lothario laughed before speaking, "Now what got into you to be so playful?"

"You don't play with me anymore, so I will play with them. I am just in a good mood, so don't get jealous." Ettore laughed.

"We still play, well, we have been busy and I am tired at night." Lothario countered, "It's not like we were in Rome and played all the time."

Anthony and Cyrus looked at the two, wondering what they were talking about, Ettore smiled, "Well I want to play tonight. You didn't have any pressing matters that could make you tired, and if you can play with others you can play with me." Ettore grinned wide, "Besides I want to try something new tonight, something that will be fun for you."

Maybe it was the way Ettore spoke but Lothario became nervous, "And what is that Ettore?"

"You will see after I oil you all up." Ettore grinned as they entered the campsite.

Lothario's attention turned to the guards, "You know, you two are supposed to guard me, not the tent. There is nothing in there worth stealing."

Ettore pushed Lothario into the tent, "Don't do that now." He turned to the boys, "Would you get the bath water ready?"

The boys looked at each other, grinned, and ran off grabbing the buckets as they went. "Even they know you are up to something."

Ettore shrugged, "Well it's for you not for them and I want it to be a surprise. Let's just get ready for a bath, a good dinner and you can send the guards away, and the boys can go play."

When they undressed, Lothario could see Ettore's somewhat enlarged ding with the light filtering in the tent. He sighed, "Is something wrong with your ding? It looks swollen."

"Ah and you want it stiff, I see. So if it is not stiff something must be wrong. Is that what you are thinking?" Ettore giggled.

"No, I don't think I have ever seen it that way. It looks a little weird if it isn't asleep or stiff." Lothario still stared at it, "You better make it stiff so you don't look odd."

"Oh you would like that. You are just going to have to wait until we play. I know what you are thinking. You want it to rub against you like at the gymnasium. It's big and strong and it tickles your ding to bits and you like that a lot." Ettore teased as he watched Lothario still staring at it.

Lothario licked his lips, "Well maybe I supposed. It is fun and it does tickle."

"I have something so much more fun to teach you and you will love it." Ettore said and then he grabbed Lothario and kissed him gently, pulling the boy close to him.

Lothario pulled back after the kiss breathing hard, "What are you doing?"

"I am going to love you tonight. I always want to love you and you want me to. Look Lothario, your ding is stiff." He grabbed Lothario and kissed him again.

Lothario did not pull away but he did reach down to see if he were actually stiff. Doing that he touched Ettore's ding and Ettore whimpered, "Si my baby, we are going to have fun tonight."

Lothario put his head on Ettore's shoulder, "Why are you always doing this stuff to me?"

"Because you love me, I love you and we need each other." Ettore said as he grabbed Lothario's behind and pulled him closer, "Your ding is hard and hot and it wants attention, just like mine does."

Although Lothario was enjoying Ettore's attention, he secretly hoped the boys would come back and save him from whatever Ettore was doing. Lothario could not help himself. He needed outside intervention. Ettore felt Lothario melt in his arms. He rubbed their groins together and listened to Lothario whimper.

Auriel was right, Lothario was ready and he would not admit it. It was time Ettore made him admit he was in love and wanted Ettore as much as Ettore wanted him. "Has anyone made you feel like this Lothario?"

Lothario just whimpered. Ettore smiled knowingly rubbing his cheek against Lothario's hair, "No I didn't think so, and you really are in love with me aren't you?"

With his head pressed against Ettore's shoulder, he whimpered Si. Ettore shook his head, "No Lothario you have to say it." He gently demanded as he pressed their dings together.

Lothario whimpered, "Si I do but this is not fair."

Ettore whimpered back, "What is not fair is me telling you I love you over and over, and you not saying anything for weeks, months, maybe longer." Ettore put one arm around Lothario's back and kept the other where it could knead the boy's behind, "Si you need this as much as I do, tonight I will take care of you." Ettore pushed Lothario back and kissed him again, "Will you be okay for a couple of hours?"

Lothario stepped back and fell upright on the divan. He was breathing heavily and his little stiff ding was throbbing, "No but I will."

Anthony popped into the tent, "The water is still too hot, we will go get dinner. I will have one of the guards get theirs at the same time."

Ettore looked at Lothario and grinned, he knew he did something right as he listened to the heavy breathing. He turned to Anthony, "Si that will be fine Anthony. It is Anthony right?"

"Si Master Ettore." The boy answered as he ran off. He was not sure what to think of Lothario's silence. He grabbed a guard telling him what they were doing and then Cyrus, "Come on, I am hungry."

Ettore sat next to Lothario, "Are you okay?"

Lothario turned and grabbed Ettore and kissed him hard. He put his hands around Ettore's neck and held him but said nothing. Ettore held Lothario, "See it would have been easier for you to just admit it weeks ago."

"Just be quiet and hold me. What is the surprise?"

"You will find out later. I think you will love it, but we have to test it first." Ettore giggled at the horny Tribune.

Lothario ate quickly, checked the water and climbed in. Ettore and the boys giggled. Anthony said, "Now I know! I have never seen him do that on his own. He is in a hurry for something."

"I can hear you Anthony; you are only a few feet away. Don't talk like I am not here." Lothario said.

"Then you and Master Ettore are going to rub and play and tickle all night?" Anthony yelped happily.

One of the guards who was drinking from his cup almost choked and spit the wine out in shock that a slave would say such a thing. Then he smiled. His partner smiled as well. Neither said a word. Lothario frowned and looked at Anthony, "You have a big mouth! Why would you say such a thing anyway?"

Cyrus started giggling. Actually, Anthony had no idea why the information came out of his mouth, "I am sorry Master it just came out. I don't even know why."

Cyrus knew why, you could feel it, or maybe it was like a smell some could sense, or the electricity in the air, or maybe it was how Lothario and Ettore were acting, but something told Anthony what they were up to. Something told Cyrus that he and Anthony were horny too. Cryus giggled and he watched Lothario and Ettore play in the water next to each other. Cyrus was starting to get the idea of what fun actually was by watching them.

He began to understand that playing meant not hurting anyone with the objective of making each other, or others happy. Of course, Cyrus did not know about the boundaries of such fun. He picked up a cold bucket of water, and poured it on top of Ettore.

Well it was true. Lothario laughed, Anthony rolled on the ground laughing and the two guards went hysterical. However Ettore was not laughing. He turned to Lothario, "You told him to do that!"

Lothario laughed even more as he shook his head, "I did no such thing, and that was of his own doing!"

Ettore caught his breath, wiped his eyes and blew out the water running down his mouth. `'No one but Lothario would dare do such a thing.' Ettore thought then he said sweetly, "That really is funny, Cyrus come where I can see you."

Cyrus unwittingly came around to the side, right next to the tub. He was giggling and smiling. Cyrus grabbed the boy's hand and pulled him closer, "Now kiss me right here Cyrus, right on the cheek." He pointed.

Cyrus was happy to do it, "That was funny Master. I hope I did it just right."

Lothario looked at Ettore. Ettore smiled, "I wouldn't do that too many times, I might throw you into a lake with crocs in it just to see how cold the water is, but Si Cyrus that was fun. Did Master Lothario ask you to do that?"

"No Master I did it all on my own." The boy smiled.

Ettore nodded, "It would have been funnier if you would have done it to Master Lothario. He loves cold water." He slid under the warm water, came back up and shook water all over Cyrus, "Now, you guys go play, then you both sleep in my tent tonight. You are free to walk around the camps and talk to people, as long as it is not about us." He turned to the guards, "I will be watching Don Lothario tonight, and so you can take the evening off, and tell your replacements they will not be needed either. Just enjoy yourselves."

The two guards looked at Lothario for confirmation. Lothario nodded and the two left. Anthony sat with his ankles crossed, "I just want to be with you Master."

Lothario hid his face so the others could not see him laughing. Ettore frowned, "Anthony, we need to be alone to go over maps and strategies. You boys get the ball, find other boys who can play, and just have fun. The two of us haven't been alone for a long time to talk of these things. You understand right?"

"Si, I understand you want to be alone to talk about love and kissing." Anthony pouted.

Ettore sighed, "You are our age, and you know you have to have alone time. Don't we give the two of you alone time?"

"No." Cyrus answered, "Not until now."

"There you have it. Now go together or off on your own, but just sleep in my tent tonight." Ettore instructed.

Both boys pouted as they left. Lothario looked at Ettore, "Awe you broke their little hearts." He said trying to stifle a laugh."

"Well I can call them back and let them listen to you whimper all night." Ettore smiled.

Lothario glared at him, "I have no idea how you do what you do. Since I have no idea what you have planned, I would rather not have anyone around."

"Oh that is right, because I am the leader and you are the baby!"

Lothario winced, "You wish you were the leader."

"In the bedroom I am the leader, deny it."

Lothario looked around to see if anyone heard Ettore, "Ok you are the leader in the bedroom, but you don't have to say it so loud."

"I don't have to say it at all now that you confirmed it. Here is a deal. I am always the leader in the bedroom, and you are always the leader outside of the bedroom. Is that a deal?"

Lothario groveled, "What does you being the leader in the bedroom entail exactly?"

Lothario saw the gleam in Ettore's eyes when he replied, "Well I would never do anything to hurt you right? So it can't be that bad. I just want to tickle you as much as I can before you fall asleep. Now let's get try and oil each other down just like we used to. Then I will get on top and we will tickle to bits."

"Si but now you have goo that comes out, and it sure isn't milk. You will get it all over me." Lothario quipped.

"Well I don't make that much yet, and it isn't going to hurt you. It can't be too disgusting; you always want to make it tickle right?"

"Okay we can try it." Lothario stood, climbed out of the tub and began drying.

Ettore followed suite, "Now, if you dried me, I bet I would get stiff."

Lothario grinned and walked over to dry Ettore, "It is nice that I can make you stiff just by you looking at me."

"Si and you like it more when you can touch it and make it stiff." Since Ettore was only two inches taller than Lothario, it was impossible to pick up the boy he loved, instead he took him by the hand and led him into the tent. There Lothario got the oil and started working on Ettore.

Slowly with just the right amount of pressure that they learned by trial and error at the gymnasium Lothario made Ettore as hard as a rock and throbbing for attention. Finally, Ettore could take no more, and pushed Lothario's hands down to his love parts. Lothario grinned as Ettore moaned.

Then Ettore stopped the other, and started oiling him, "If you continued that I would have gone off too soon." Ettore started putting oil on Lothario, kissing with each touch of the oil. Lothario started to fall, and Ettore took him to the divan and laid him down. There he continued with the oil and kisses with each part until Lotharios stiffy could not take it no more and stiffened. However Ettore did not stop, while Lothario was going through his spasm, Ettore continued.

Lothario did not understand what was different, they had done this many times, but his body reacted differently, never had he had a climax so soon. He did not complain when Ettore spread his legs and put his hand on Lothario's behind. He trusted Ettore completely. Then Lothario's eyes widened and he whimpered. He could feel Ettores hand near his pink and tender hot spot, but he let Ettore continue. When Lothario started reacting, his whimpering and moaning went along with the movements his behind made. His behind followed Ettore's hand, and wiggle it did until he had another climax. Lothario's eyes widened, again not expecting such a reaction.

Lothario climaxed repeatedly, his behind wiggling while Ettore used his other hand to keep Lothario from falling off the bed. Ettore smiled, watching his love squirm and wiggle under him. This is what Auriel promised Ettore; Lothario was butter and melting under Ettore's touch. When Lothario climaxed again, Ettore slipped his finger into Lothario's well-oiled love spot. Lothario kept up his squirming wiggling motion but Ettore could see that Lothario knew something entered his special place. Lothario did not complain.

Ettore let Lothario climax another two times, then he leaned over the boy, "Can you tell I love you?"

Lothario nodded as Ettore's finger probed his behind making Lothario whimper as he wiggled. Ettore kissed Lothario hard, "I want to give you your surprise now, but if you don't love it, I will stop."

Lothario could not imagine what surprise could be any better than what he was already getting. He nodded and as Ettore lifted his behind up with one hand and used his body to hold him there and then put pillows under Lothario's behind. Lothario was taking deep breaths as the finger in him drilled and squirmed inside him making him wiggle and squirm even more. Whatever it was Ettore was doing to him, he was not going to stop him.

Ettore positioned himself between Lothario's legs. Lothario looked down at the massive almost man-ding, and suddenly it dawned on him that the big ding was going into him. Lothario could not stop even if he tried. He felt the finger leave his bottom and wanted to hit Ettore for stopping, but Lothario froze in ecstasy.

Lothario felt Ettore's hands hold his bottom half still enough so he could slide the big red tip in. Lothario moaned and whimpered as it entered. Ettore still held Lothario's hips, but not as tight, as Ettore laid his oiled stomach on Lothario's ding grinding and sending waves of pleasure into Lothario.

Lothario felt the huge red top of Ettore press on his little hole. Then a push and Lothario felt it pass his first muscle, Lothario orgasmed once more, tightening around Ettore's member. Ettore groaned and his ding was burning as it shot into Lothario. Ettore didn't expect that but he took his time to enjoy it.

Lothario looked up, "Are you alright?"

Ettore nodded, "Give me a minute and I'll give you more, but I am afraid you will wiggle off the bed."

Lothario was wiggling against Ettore's stomach and squirming around the ding inside him. He whimpered when the big ding pushed a little more and he started buckling with another orgasm. Breathing heavily Ettore asked, "If you don't like or it is hurting just tell me and I will stop."

Lothario grumbled, "Don't you dare stop no matter what I say!"

Finally, Ettore got his whole eight inches of boy-man into his love. He let loose of Lothario's hips and let the boy squirm and wiggle without holding back. As Ettore pushed in and out slowly and gently he felt the hot sweet Lothario caress and wiggle all over his big ding. With several near climaxes, Ettore tried to continue, as slow as he could, hoping Lothario would wear out sooner than Ettore would.

Ettore was not counting but Ettore had to have climaxed at least ten times, and he continued to love the attention, the love ding that was in him and the rubbing of his own ding as Ettore kissed and rubbed him. Lothario lifted his behind more and wrapped his arms around Ettore as Ettore sped up, not able to help himself, "Si please put it all in me!" Lothario whimpered.

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