The Hampshire University, Hapsford, England...(1654)...
Following his father's decision to send him abroad for his studies, Athan Accardi had ended up in the remote town of Hapsford, England where he learned to speak English and Latin as well as other academic feats that had only expanded his young mind and brought about a kind of new awakening within the solitary and occasionally depressed lad. Athan had still missed his mother and younger sister something awful but he had little choice in putting his grief of the past behind him and focusing on living for the future. Athan had taken to his studies quite well and learned to speak English and a few other languages while attending Hampshire University. He had made quite a few friends along the way and had become quite well-liked after a full-on year attending.
Of his rather distinguished list of friends had been a lovely young man by the name of Leonard Byron Mills who had simply wished to be addressed by any as Byron. He'd been a rather handsome and intriguing English lad who had the most inviting blue eyes that Athan had ever seen. There was an air of sophistication and charm that seemed to radiate off the handsome average-sized lad as he moved about the corridors of the university, popular by all accounts and seemingly interested in all manner of carnal arts. He had dressed in the finest fabrics and silks money could buy, kept his long dirty blond locks neat and combed, and seemed to gravitate toward Athan like an unseemly moth to an open flame.
Upon their first meeting, Athan had been privy to Byron's more eccentric sense of humor and rather direct manner of dealing when it came to the things he wanted. Byron had been a bit above average height, despite his rather casual manner of walk, and about three feet shorter than Athan himself. The rather clueless and still quite worried Italian noble had not known what to say when Byron casually strolled up to him on his first day in Hampshire and extended his hand.
"Well hello tall dark and handsome." he had said in something of a casual tone with something of a flicker of mischief and attraction behind his blue-eyed gaze. "This may come as a total shock to one as culturally distinguished and strikingly handsome as you but know that I fully intend on fucking you."
Athan had been caught off guard, to say the least when he'd shaken Byron's hand as the handsome rather bold Englishman had said those words to him, catching him off guard. He could see the flicker of desire behind his deep blue eyes and as a result, understood all too well that he'd been flirting with him.
Byron seemed to delight in his shock all the more as he led him by the hand toward their shared living quarters amid scandalous whispers and many odd questions. Being so far from home where he could keep a proper eye on the likes of Vincenzo, Athan had been more or less worried about what his wayward and vile elder brother would do next now that he had no one to contend his cruel nature.
Byron had been a rather calm and charming lad, about Athan's age and very well-mannered despite his love of all things pleasure-related. He'd been bisexual according to his own words to Athan as they unpacked the new arrivals' things and he made a good deal of none-too-subtle remarks about how much he had enjoyed when his sexual partner had a large cock. Athan had been rather uncomfortable with Byron's assessment of his anatomy but kept it to himself to remain polite.
Athan unpacked his bags and began to settle into his new lodgings in a strange land unsure of what his father was thinking when he sent him away. It took some getting used to life without his mother, her loss still a sore point for the handsome young Italian lad who had been graced with her lovely presence for his entire brief existence before she'd been taken from him.
Byron had invited Athan for a day out on the town opting to show him the sights and to introduce him to a few friends of his. Athan politely declined given his schedule but Byron had not been one to take a polite no for an answer. He urged Athan to get out and see the world every bit as much as his father would have.
As a result, Athan found himself out on the town amid the drizzle of rain and in the company of his newfound friend, Byron who had introduced him to the first English-born girl he'd ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on, who had also happened to have been Byron's lovely twin sister, Julia Mills. She shared quite the resemblance to her handsome and charming elder twin brother and seemed to have been just as fascinated by Athan as Byron had been upon their introduction.
Byron had offered Athan a drink and it had turned into two, a rather easygoing concoction that seemed to both lift the lad's spirits and relax him all the more. By the time he had his third drink, there was a full-on confidence within him that he'd not recognized before, and before he knew it his boldness resorted in him actively pursuing the lovely Julia Mills as if he had been capable of quite a good deal of charm.
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Athan had been at a loss as to how his day had gone from a simple introduction to a lovely young blonde lass with the deepest blue eyes that had reminded him of the sea to sweating between satin-grade sheets of white as she moaned in his ear as naked as the day she was born with her pert breasts and pink nipple a pleasing sight before his drink blurry eye as he saw his way to pounding his cock amid her formerly virgin sex groaning and gasping as he felt her clench around him for the first time. She didn't seem to mind it as he used her body for his seemingly unyielding means of pleasure as she clung to him, her pasty thighs wrapped around his tanned larger body as she took him in, all of him as she gasped and clawed at the flesh of his bare back further spurred on by the sensation of having been deflowered by the massive pale cock that rammed inside her.
Athan had been by no means a virgin given his history with the false priest but she had been one and gladly gave up her virtue to a relative stranger from another country with ease. He knew not of his troubles before coming to England as his mind had been swimming with a good deal of drink and unbridled lust for the lovely blonde who had been taking his thick cock as if she'd always been meant to.
Amid the flickering flames of the candles that burned and brought light to an otherwise darkened room, Byron sat in the dark as naked as the two of them slowly stroking his pale cock amid the moans of his twin sister as Athan pummeled her formerly virgin sex with reckless abandon jolting her lovely body along the elegant bedding as if he had not a care in the world. Byron's blue eyes flickered with lust and longing as he watched his sister take the strange noble Italian lad's thick cock wishing it had been him in her place as he stroked himself to completion as he coated the hardwood floor with his measure of release just as Athan's thick hot seed spilled into the heated formerly untouched womb of his twin sister Julia.
The night had been quite young even as Julia seemed to have succumbed to overexertion and passed out amid the pillows. Athan lay on his back, his thick cock still slick from his previous exploits and his eyes heavy in the wake of the drink and his actions with Julia. Byron sought his chance as he climbed into the rather large bed and began suckling the slick cock of the handsome Italian noble who had been of no mind to object.
The last thing Athan recalled was being straddled once more by a lovely blond with deep blue eyes before succumbing to exhaustion and over indulgence in drink himself. The morning after he'd awakened, he'd been back in his bed at the University as if nothing had ever happened aside from awakening to find himself naked with something of a hangover and his cock sore before he'd gone to use the loo.