In 1227, Emperor Julius Nepos dismissed the patrician and «magister militum», the Gaul Ecdicius, and replaced him with Orestes, a barbarian from Pannonia who had been the secretary of Attila the Hun, and who after his death had gone to live in Rome. Here he had married a Roman patrician. He had also held embassies in Constantinople. As we have already seen, a son was born to him, Flavius Romulus.
Julius Nepos named Orestes «magister militum» and raised him to the rank of patrician too. Then he ordered him to go to the Gauls with the militias left faithful to restore order. But Orestes had other plans - he would not spend his whole life to control Gaul: thus he abandoned those lands to their fate and went down to Italy with his army.
With the help of his troops to whom, according to a widespread practice in the Roman-barbarian military world, he had promised a third of the lands, he laid siege to Ravenna and entered it on August 28, 1228, while Julius Nepos fled to Dalmatia, to the palace that had been Diocletian's at Salona, bringing with him the imperial insignia. Orestes then declared his rule lapsed. He had his entire family moved to Ravenna, in the pine wood of Classis, settling in a beautiful villa outside the walls, whose doors and wall were guarded by his most trusted legionnaires.
Romulus, who was now fifteen, liked that change. The pine forest that surrounded the villa, the sea a few steps away, were enchanting. One problem was that he could never go out alone, this on the other hand was forbidden to him even when he lived in Rome, but he had to have an escort even when he went to bathe. The other problem was that he could not take his servant Norbanus with him, and now he was missing his secret sex meetings...
He had solved the first problem when he had discovered a way to go out in secret: carefully exploring the whole enclosure of the beautiful villa, he found that in the back garden, at the point where the conduit of the aqueduct entered through the high and thick wall with the walkway for the sentinels, there was a small hole covered by thick bushes. With patient work over a few days, Romulus managed to enlarge it by removing several bricks: even on the opposite side there were thick, low bushes hiding the hole.
Wearing a simple short tunic not to dirty his elegant clothes, he was finally able to pass to the other side. He carefully studied the times of the sentries passing, so as soon as one had gone beyond that point, he crawled through on all fours and once on the outside he ran to the beach, diving happily into the sea. The fact of being able to fool the guards gave him almost more joy than the bathing itself.
Romulus perfected the system of his escapes, leaving a crock pot with lid next to the hole he had enlarged and in which he kept the tunic and where he put the elegant clothes when changing. Even if rain had fallen, the contents of the pot would have remained dry.
The villa was very large, so nobody noticed his absences: not seeing him, they thought he was somewhere else - in fact nobody could enter or leave the villa without permission: the sentinels carried out their task well.
One of the things that Romulus liked to do, more than bathing or just diving into the water, was masturbating under the warm rays of the sun, dreaming of still having his faithful Norbanus with him.
Romulus did not know that this point on the coast was also Helvius' favourite place when he wanted to relax bathing and taking a long swim in the sea.
So one day, while Romulus splashed naked in the water, Helvius arrived and saw him. He smiled observing the the boy enjoying himself and to be able to admire him at ease, he decided not to show himself. He thought that the youngster was incredibly beautiful and got excited. He was contemplating the best tactic to approach him, when Romulus returned to the shore and standing on the shoreline, began to masturbate. While, he did this, no longer having Norbanus with him, with the other hand he teased his little hole to increase his pleasure.
Helvius felt even more excited at that scene. He quickly undressed, leaving his clothes under a bush and completely naked, with an erect member, he carefully approached the boy so as to get silently behind him. Then he seized him, holding him in his strong arms and pulling him to himself.
Romulus screamed with fright and tried to wriggle away, but Helvius said in a low, warm voice: "Ssst! Do not cry... You must not be afraid... I do not want to hurt you..."
The boy felt the strong naked member of the young man press against his ass and quivered with pleasure. Without turning around, still a little intimidated, but stopping to struggle, he asked: "Who are you?"
"Eros, the god of love!"
"Gods don't exist..."
"Of course they do! One is holding you in his arms... I like you very much, boy. I want to make love with you..." he told him beginning to caress his chest and stomach, then taking hold of the boy's member that, through fear, had softened.
With pleasure, he felt it becoming hard again in his hand. Since he no longer held him, Romulus turned in his arms and looked at him. Then he went down with one hand to caress the beautiful erect member of the young man.
"Certainly..." he almost whispered, "you're beautiful like a god..." Then, starting to gently masturbate him, he asked: "Do you really want to make love with me?"
"Of course, my Hyacinthus..."
"Hyacinthus was the beloved of Apollon, not Eros... and Apollon killed him, even though he did not want to..."
"And I will be your Apollon, but I will not kill you..."
"Yes, you're beautiful like the sun... What's your name?"
"Helvius. And you?"
"Hyacinthus, no?" the boy answered with a smile.
Helvius smiled too, pulled him against himself and kissed him. Romulus stiffened for a moment: he had never been so intimately, sexually kissed. But then he felt a great sweetness, quivered and began to respond to the kiss of that splendid stranger.
Still holding him locked in an embrace , Helvius pulled him down by the water's edge, caressing and kissing him. The boy too caressed him, feeling the excitement increase dramatically. The waves gently lapped their bodies, their intertwined limbs. The sun's rays gently kissed them and the two trembled with increasing strength from the pleasure.
Then Helvius had the boy's legs resting on his shoulders and he pushed his hard member between the small buttocks, until the tip pressed against the hidden little entrance.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Romulus asked him, stiffening slightly.
"I want you..."
"But there... it's a dirty thing..." the boy objected, and shuddered: still he liked the feel the hard member poking into him.
"No... it's a beautiful thing..." the young man said excitedly.
"And then... you'll hurt me..." he insisted hesitantly.
"You do not trust me?"
"I do not know you..."
"Yes, you know me, I am Apollon, come to earth for you. Do not be afraid, my Hyacinthus... I do not want to kill you, nor hurt you, but just give you joy and pleasure..."
"I've never done it... not like that..." the boy said hesitantly.
"Trust me... let me..."
"But if... if it will hurt me... you swear to me that... that you will stop?"
"I swear! Relax... the more you relax, the more I will easily enter your garden of delights without giving you any annoyance or pain." said Helvius.
He had a lot of experience with the boys he had enticed and given shelter to in his house, so he knew how to do it. He took that handsome boy back to a strong excitement, and only then did he start pushing again, with caution. As soon as he felt him stiffen, he halted. When he felt him relax, he resumed pushing gently. After a long time, he felt the boy begin to yield to his pressure.
"Are you all right, my Hyacinthus?"
"So far, yes..." the boy answered in a slightly frightened whisper.
"You'll see that you'll like it a lot..."
"You... have you already taken many boys?"
"Yes, I have experience."
"And... did you not hurt them?"
"No, of course not."
"Are you not fooling me?"
"No, my flower."
Romulus relaxed again and the strong member entered him a little more. Helvius stopped, in order to get him used to it.
"Does it bother you?"
"No, Apollon... it's just a bit... weird... But it does not even please me..."
"Not yet... Let me in a little more..."
"Yes..." the boy surrendered with a slight sigh.
He felt it slip very slowly inside him, making many stops. Helvius exercised great self-control to restrain himself, but he knew it was important. Finally the tip of his member pressed lightly against the prostate of the boy who felt a sudden wave of pleasure and murmured a short, amazed "oh!".
"Did I hurt you?" Helvius asked, stopping immediately.
"No... on the contrary... you touched something inside me... that gives pleasure... Try again..."
Helvius smiled. He started again to push, to dive and a new "oh..." from the boy told him that now the most difficult point was surpassed.
He resumed talking to him in a low, warm, persuasive, almost hypnotic voice, while caressing and titillating his most sensitive parts: "Here, my flower, I'm taking you, I'm making you mine... I want to give you a pleasure like you've never experienced, my Hyacinthus... You will see that I will make you happy, I will make you enjoy... I will be your Apollon, your Eros, your everything, and I will take you with me to Olympus... Welcome my messenger of pleasure inside you..."
"Oh, yes..."
When he was finally inside enough, he began to move slightly, so as to exert a series of calibrated pressures on the boy's prostate, whose face became purple because of the growing pleasure he was feeling for that intimate and expert massage.
"Oh... yes... it's good... really good..." Romulus murmured, closing his eyes to better enjoy the new experience.
Helvius then began a cautious movement, each time conquering more deeply the inviolate channel.
"Oh... yes... yes... yes..." the boy moaned, abandoning himself completely to that sweet and exciting penetration.
Helvius gradually accelerated his thrusts, always making sure to rub his strong pole against the boy's pleasure point. He felt him quiver more intensely, ever more intensely, trembling, until Romulus exploded forcefully between their bellies, ecstactic and amazed to have come without masturbating.
Then finally also Helvius abandoned himself and with a few thrusts he reached orgasm, pulling the boy's body vigorously to him. He kissed his new conquest deeply and warmly.
They separated slowly emiting a loud sigh, almost in unison.
"I did not think it could be... so beautiful, so extraordinary..." Romulus murmured, opening his eyes and looking at Helvius with a bright, sweet smile. Then he asked him: "Do you have to go back immediately... to Olympus?"
"No, not yet. I can stop with you for a while, if you like."
"But then... will you come back here again, to see me?"
"Of course, my flower. When?"
"At the end of the tenth hour, in two days?"
"I'll be here. Where do you live?"
"There..." the boy pointed.
"Do you work in the villa of the family of Orestes?"
Romulus smiled: "Yes..."
"Are you a servant or a slave?"
"A slave..." the boy answered, thinking about how much he was always controlled. "Sometimes I can escape... to come here."
"Will you do it for me?"
"Sure. I really liked..."
"You speak in a very elegant way, to be a slave..."
"When the tutors give lessons to the son of Orestes, I am always there... Always!" the boy said, amused. "But now I have to go, or they will realize I'm absent."
"But how can you... you have to pass through the door and they will see you..." asked Helvius interested, intrigued.
Romulus chuckled: "I have a trick: I made a hole in the wall through which I pass, so they do not see me coming in or going out ... otherwise I would be in a deep trouble..."
Helvius was very interested in this secret passage. "Truthfully! And they do not see it, the hole?"
"No, it's hidden by bushes, both inside and out. For a while I have to crawl, because the bushes are low, but then..."
Other questions came to Helvius, but in order not to make the boy suspicious, he decided to keep them for other meetings.
So, whenever they saw each other, Helvius before or after making love with Romulus, who he believed to be a slave and who he liked more and more, made smart questions to find out how the inside of the villa was, where there were more precious and easily removable things and so on. Romulus, naively, answered him in great detail.
Even Romulus liked Helvius more and more, and not only for his beauty or how he took him, but also for his cheerfulness, his sense of humour, his simplicity... He would have liked to have the young man with him always and not only in their fleeting and secret encounters.
He once asked Helvius what work he did.
"I organize entertainment for rich people..." the young man replied, "and I also do some trade..."
"Entertainment? Parties do you mean?"
"No, let's say rather... hobbies." answered Helvius.
He did not feel like telling the truth to that boy, in whose eyes he read purity, ingenuity, simplicity. It is not that he was ashamed of his business, no indeed, he was proud of it, but he was falling in love with Romulus and therefore he did not want him to face the most raw aspects of life. He was feeling a sense of protection towards the boy whom he believed to be a slave.
Thinking that, like all slaves, even those who lived in the houses of the rich, had an unpleasant life, he began to bring him small gifts: a wooden top, a little candy, a bell, a ball of coloured leather... Romulus accepted them gratefully, both for the gesture and for their simplicity...
Helvius thought that, after trying to steal in that villa, he could have proposed to the boy to run away with him... the only thing that held him back, rather than the danger of helping a slave to escape, was that he would have to take him home and let him discover exactly how he really made a living.