Lorenzo, Part 1

 

Hasan

I turned left onto Broadway Avenue. I had spent the afternoon in my studio wrapping up paintings and getting them ready to be sent across the country. After carefully stacking them in the back of my car, I’d realized I wasn’t going to make it to the post office in time. So that would be a job for tomorrow morning.

With the paintings still in the back, I was now heading to me and my boyfriend Anthony’s apartment in Downtown Rochester, Minnesota. At 68 degrees (20 Celsius), it was a cloudy day, pretty regular for September. I turned right onto 12^th Street and soon left onto 3^rd Avenue.

I had known I had wanted to be an artist since I was in high school. It had meant a lot when I was able to make a living from just painting and I could quit my other jobs at the age of 28, now 7 years ago.

3^rd Avenue started out as typical suburbia. I passed the hospital on my left. The farther North I’d go, the more it would start to look like Downtown. I had driven this route so often by now, my art studio a 7 minute drive from home. I passed the K-Mart and the church without noticing. The buildings started getting taller and soon, I could go right and go to the below ground parking garage.

I smiled as I looked back at my car. I thought back to the young, insecure 15 year old version of myself. I was so introverted. I didn’t have many friends. During class I would doodle and draw, and barely pay attention. I was gay and very much in the closet. Dealing with an onslaught of high school kids asking me questions, accusing, or insulting me after 9/11, as I was the only kid of Middle Eastern descent in that entire school in Iowa. That kid would never have thought that he would be parking his car in the building where he shared an apartment with his boyfriend, the car containing 4 sold paintings ready to be shipped.

I took the elevator up to the apartment when I checked my phone. I had a text from Anthony.
‘Hanging with Lo. Will be home in time for dinner. xx’
I put my phone back in my pocket and shook my head. I was very much in love with Anthony. His best friend Lorenzo, I had never really meshed with.

Lorenzo, Anthony

It was hard to pinpoint exactly what I didn’t like about Lorenzo. He was always very present. Loud, even. There was something about him that got on my nerves, despite his undeniably handsome appearance. I was always exhausted after we would meet him. I guess our personalities just didn’t match.

Lorenzo and Anthony had a closeness though, from knowing each other for so much longer than I’d known my boyfriend. And even though Lorenzo went through girlfriends faster than I went through jeans, Anthony had told me that the two of them had fooled around in college. I’m pretty sure Lorenzo was straight and he had just been experimenting. So I didn’t think I was jealous of that closeness, or that it bothered me that they had hooked up before I had met Anthony.

Yet whether it was the three of us, or a double date including Lorenzo’s latest girl, Anthony and Lorenzo would totally focus on each other. So, in a way, I did feel left out whenever he was around. And to be fair, Lorenzo had been with the same girl for almost a year now. I think they even moved in together.

I walked into the apartment and took off my shoes. I poured myself a glass of chilled water from the fridge and wandered to the balcony. The wind in my hair made me smile. I looked out over Rochester, specifically the Zumbro River. I smiled.

Lorenzo, Anthony

I contemplated starting on dinner, but it was unclear when exactly Anthony would be home. When he was with Lorenzo, it was likely he would be home later than he said. Also, he was the talented cook out of the two of us.

Not sure if it was the outside wind against my body, or just random timing, I suddenly got horny. My cock began to grow inside my jeans. I thought back to this morning. Anthony’s schedule as a flight attendant was irregular to say the least. But he had a few days off. This morning we had fucked after waking up in bed. Anthony ended up cumming twice while I fucked him.
“That was fantastic”, he’d said.
However, he had been too tired to continue. I hadn’t cum, but he had promised he would make it up to me tonight. I had completely forgotten about his promise. I smiled.

I walked back into the apartment and took my clothes off. I laid down on the sofa and my thick, rock hard, circumcised cock pointed to the ceiling. I had decided to surprise Anthony. Once he opened the apartment door, he would be met with my sexy hairy body and the hard cock he always had trouble resisting. Afterwards we could eat.

As I waited for Anthony to get home, I played with myself a little bit to make sure I stayed hard. I had to make sure I didn’t get carried away. I was only making myself more worked up. As predicted, Anthony took longer than he had said to come home. When I heard the key go into the lock, I was still positively surprised, as it was still before 6.30.

Lorenzo

I tried my best to lay on that sofa seductively when the door opened and he locked eyes with me. He gasped. I smiled.
“Oh my God, Hasan!”
The door swung open further. It was Lorenzo. He looked at me and froze in place.

In a panic, I stood up. My erection flopped all over the place. I tried to cover it, but it was too big for my hands. I took a cushion off the sofa to cover myself.
“I-I’m sorry”, Anthony started. “I should have told you I was bringing Lorenzo.”
“Yeah, that would have been nice”, I said.
I noticed I was out of breath from the shock.

Meanwhile, Lorenzo stood there with a gym bag over his shoulder. His mouth was open as he stared at me. Suddenly he smiled.
“Fuck dude. That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”
Anthony and I both laughed. I quickly shuffled to the bedroom to change into some shorts and a T-shirt.

From the bedroom I could hear Lorenzo talk to my boyfriend.
“Does he fuck you with that thing?”
“Of course! I love it!”
“Wow. I’m impressed.”
They laughed. I rolled my eyes at how forward Lorenzo was and how easily Anthony just spoke about our sex life to him.

Lorenzo

I shook it off and walked back out. Lorenzo had dropped his bag on the kitchen island. They had each opened a bottle of beer and were leaning back against the counter.
“Babe, I told Lorenzo he could stay with us for a bit. He and Lydia are going through some stuff.”
I looked at both of them as they waited for my response.
“Is that OK?”, Anthony asked.

I didn’t like that he was asking me with Lorenzo right there. There wasn’t really time to discuss it. He was already here. With a bag.
“S-sure.”

Anthony generously offered to cook, but Lorenzo wanted to get food delivered. His treat. It crossed my mind that Lorenzo had a good job. He was a surgeon at the Mayo Clinic. He could have afforded a hotel. I didn’t mention that though.

As we waited for the food to be delivered, it was business as usual. Anthony and Lorenzo joked around with each other, and I sat next to them. Lorenzo didn’t look too sad about getting kicked out by Lydia.

Lorenzo, Lydia

Once we were eating, I couldn’t resist asking.
“So, Lorenzo. What happened with Lydia?”
From the few times the four of us had gone out together, I remembered Lydia as being a smart, beautiful woman. She had seemed slightly annoyed at Lorenzo’s behavior, so I had guessed they wouldn’t have lasted long. I was surprised to hear that they had moved in, though I didn’t know what Lorenzo was like alone with her.

“Oh, I, uhm… She looked through my phone as I slept. Saw I had gotten DMs from girls. I hadn’t responded, but she didn’t like that I had opened them. I didn’t like that she had looked through my DMs. So we had a fight.”
“That’s it?”, I asked.
Anthony smiled at my reaction.
“I think both of them are a little stubborn.”
“I’m right, OK?”, Lorenzo responded. “If she doesn’t apologize for this, who knows what’s next.”

It was the first time I had seen Lorenzo and Anthony not agreeing on something. I decided to keep my mouth shut. Though I had to admit to myself that I liked witnessing this interaction. After a short silence however, they continued to be as chummy as they had always been.

Lorenzo

By the time we had installed Lorenzo on the sofa and Anthony and I were in bed, I was so tired. Seeing Lorenzo brush his teeth in my bathroom, wearing nothing but his tight boxerbriefs, kind of threw me off. I had seen glimpses of his beautiful ass before, but now I could objectively say he had a hot body. I shook it off and tried to read my book.

“Sorry that I sprung him on you, babe”, Anthony said, not looking up from his own book.
“That’s OK”, I said. “I assume he sprung this on you as well.”
“In a way.”

“You do have to make it up to me though”, I said.
I felt Anthony turn to look at me. I saw a glint in his eye.
“I already owed you one, didn’t I?”
His hand wandered below the covers towards my crotch. He casually played with my cock, which eagerly responded. I was horny again in no time and had to put my book down.

We kissed. After two and a half years of being together I still felt a chill go down my spine every time we made out. I pulled him close. I loved holding his petite frame in my strong arms.
“Please fuck me”, Anthony whispered.
“Hell yeah”, I responded.

Holding each of Anthony’s wrists over his head with my hands, I fucked Anthony good. I was taking my sweet time, fucking him slow and I could tell it was driving him crazy. My hips pushed his thighs back with each thrust.

Anthony started to moan.
“Sssh”, I shushed. “Lorenzo is in the next room.”
“But your cock, babe… It’s so perfect.”
I chuckled.

Anthony couldn’t control himself as the moaning returned, getting louder and louder. I saw his eyes roll up and I knew he was in complete ecstasy. I switched to holding his wrists with one hand, and used the other to cover his mouth. His moaning was now muffled and hopefully less audible through the wall.

Without touching himself, Anthony shot his load on his abs. I fucked him harder and it didn’t take long for me to cum inside of him. Collapsing on top of my boyfriend, it felt so good to finally release that load that had been building up inside my body the entire day. We fell asleep holding each other.

Lorenzo

When I woke up the next morning, Anthony was still deeply asleep in my arms. He had one more day off before leaving for work for four days. I carefully got up without waking him. In the kitchen I found Lorenzo, once again in his underwear.

“Hey! Good morning”, he said cheerfully as he was frying an egg.
“Good morning”, I responded, happy to see coffee was already there.
“You really did him good last night.”
“What?”
“I could hear. Through the wall.”
His smile. I couldn’t stand it. I politely smiled back and said nothing as I poured coffee in my cup.

“Hey, I know I ruined your date night last night, or whatever. Please take him out somewhere this evening. I know he’ll be gone for work tomorrow. You two need your time together.”
Although it really wasn’t his call, I did like the idea.
“OK. Thanks, I will.”

Lorenzo had to leave to go to work. I dropped the paintings off at the post office. At the studio, I decided to take Anthony out to his favorite restaurant and a movie. I didn’t like that when we would get back, Lorenzo would probably be asleep in our living room, as it kind of ruined the mood. But hopefully we could just quietly get to the bedroom and finish the night off there.

Inspiration was hitting me quite naturally that morning. For my upcoming exhibit I had a theme of masculine vulnerability. I’d had models come in and pose for me, often nude or implied nude. But for some reason today I just started painting, not knowing the end result.

Whenever this happened, it usually didn’t end with something I was happy with. But every now and then, I made some really good paintings like this. After only 20 minutes, I took a step back to see how it was coming together.

Lorenzo

“Fuck”, I whispered.
It was clearly Lorenzo. Nude. In a bathroom. Brushing his teeth. Seen from behind, with a gorgeously curved ass. His face in the reflection of the mirror, looking at himself.

I mean, I loved how it turned out. I felt like this meant that somehow, subconsciously, Lorenzo was on my mind. In an erotic way. And that I didn’t like so much. I shook it off and decided to see if I could find some more local models to paint to complete the number of paintings I needed for my exhibit.

By the end of the afternoon I drove back to the apartment. I found Anthony playing video games. Lorenzo was clearly still at work.
“OK babe, time to get dressed!”, I said.
“What for?”, he asked me, clearly excited.
“Surprise date night!”
“Cool!”

Over dinner, it was so good to connect with just Anthony again. Eating at home, too often we would have the TV on or we would get distracted by our phones. Or both. Having Anthony sit across from me and the two of us just talking, not looking at our phones, made me happy.

Anthony told me about his new co-worker Wendell.
“He found me on Instagram during a layover and immediately told me how hot he thought you were.”
I smiled.
“That’s so sweet!”
“He asked if he could follow you, so I promised I would ask.”
I laughed.
“Of course!”
“OK cool. I’ll tell him tomorrow. He’ll love it.”

“I just love that there are people who name their kid Wendell”, Anthony continued. “They must have wanted him to be gay.”
I laughed. I realized Lorenzo had been right to send us on a date. And then I immediately hated that I thought about Lorenzo during it.

The movie we went to see was a thrilling murder mystery. There was something intimate about watching a movie like this together in the dark. Anthony started out holding my hand, squeezing it every now and then. Soon he had his arms wrapped around one of mine, resting his head on my shoulder.

I felt so close to Anthony when we made our way back. I was going to be OK without him for a while. I wasn’t looking forward to Lorenzo staying in our apartment while Anthony wasn’t there. He would be flying across the country for the next few days, sleeping in hotel rooms. But I guess I would be OK. Hopefully Lorenzo would soon talk to Lydia and everything would be OK.

In the elevator to our apartment I kissed Anthony on the head. When we got to our door we could already hear it. The TV was on. And it was loud. We looked at each other in confusion. I opened the door.

Lorenzo

I could immediately tell it was porn. The rhythmic, over-the-top moaning of a woman made its way into my ears. I stepped forward and saw Lorenzo sitting on the sofa. He was nude. His snoring didn’t come close to the volume of the TV, but it was still audible. He was holding his hard cock loosely in his right hand. There were a number of empty beer bottles on the coffee table.

Although I hated myself for it, I could feel my cock start to get hard. Lorenzo had passed out drunk and naked on our sofa, with our beers, while masturbating to straight porn on our TV. I should have been disgusted. Instead I was slightly disgusted with myself.

I turned to Anthony.
“Don’t laugh”, he said, even though laughter wasn’t remotely near the top of my list of emotions at the time. “He’s going through a hard time.”

Anthony turned the TV off. Lorenzo’s snoring was suddenly the loudest thing in the room. Anthony put a blanket over him even though I kind of wanted to look at his body and hard cock for longer. Anthony picked up the beer bottles and walked them to the kitchen. I just stood there watching it all.

I watched how Lorenzo’s head was resting on the back of the sofa, his mouth open. His chest, now partially covered by the blanket, rising up and down with each breath. His hard cock making a tent further down. This was masculine vulnerability.

Anthony took my hand and guided me to the bedroom.
“Let’s go”, he whispered.

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