Lorenzo, Part 2

Lorenzo

I heard the distant sound of the alarm clock. I felt Anthony move next to me. The alarm stopped. I felt an arm around me and lips on mine. I opened my eyes. I smiled.

“Good morning, babe.”
“Good morning.”

“Can you look out for Lo while I’m gone? I’m worried about him.”
I pulled Anthony in.
“Don’t worry, babe. You go work. He’ll be fine.”
Anthony kissed me.
“You’re the best. He’s not very good at being alone.”

I felt myself drifting back to sleep until I heard Anthony again.
“I gotta go. I’ll call you tonight.”
“Bye babe.”
We kissed and soon the bed was a bit emptier and colder.

Anthony was very good at getting dressed quietly. Though I did get one look at him in his uniform when he carefully closed the bedroom door. I continued to lay in bed, thinking about what he had said about Lorenzo. He cared so much about his friend. It was a nice trait. Yet he knew Lorenzo and I didn’t particularly get along. Did he realize what situation he was leaving me in?

Lorenzo

Once I knew I wasn’t going to fall back asleep, I got up. Usually I would walk out into the living room naked, but now I jumped into some shorts. I opened the door and immediately saw Lorenzo. He was sprawled across the sofa face down. The blanket had fallen to the floor. One arm and one leg dangled down. His snoring was audible, but not as loud as last night. The curve of his perky butt gave me a boner.

I tried to shake it off. I quickly covered him with the blanket and walked to the kitchen, from where I could still see him. I realized I was in denial about my sexual attraction to Lorenzo. As the coffeemaker started, his snoring stopped. He moaned and moved around a little. I realized I was waking him up. I poured myself some juice and got started on food.

Once the coffee was done, Lorenzo was sitting up on the sofa.
“Good morning”, I said cheerfully.
His hair was in all directions, his eyes barely open.
“Morning”, he mumbled.
“Coffee?”, I asked as I poured a cup.
“Please.”

I brought him a cup and sat next to him with my own.
“You OK?”, I asked.
I realized that me sitting down on the blanket had caused it to shift. I now saw his rock hard morning erection.
“Oh, sorry”, I said, trying to cover him up.
Lorenzo looked down at his cock. He didn’t seem shy in the slightest.
“Oh, that’s all right…”

Lorenzo

It was like he realized something.
“Fuck.”
I ended up explaining that yes, Anthony and I had found him buck naked, mid-stroke, passed out cold, porn playing loudly on the TV.
“I am so sorry”, he said, touching my forearm. “I didn’t mean to disrespect your home. And I’ll replace the beers.”

His closeness to me as well as his nudity turned me on so much.
“That’s-That’s fine. I just hope you are all right. Shouldn’t you go talk to Lydia?”
Lorenzo sighed audibly.
“I tried. I called her last night. She was still angry and I guess so was I.”

I looked at his dark features. His hair, his eyes, his facial hair. Lorenzo looked down at the floor. He did look unhappy. I really wanted him to make up with Lydia and get him out of the house. Although part of me felt like Anthony didn’t really take my feelings into account, I was going to do what he asked me.

“Are you working today?”, I asked.
Lorenzo chuckled.
“I would never drink that much if I was working the next day.”
“Good. Let’s get you to the gym this morning, OK? Get some adrenaline pumping. You’ll feel better.”

Lorenzo

He looked at me with the biggest smile.
“You and me? Together?”
I nodded.
“You’d do that for me? Thanks buddy!”
He turned to hug me. I felt his cock poke me in the side.

As Lorenzo sat back down, his cock was fully visible again. It was still rock hard. The shiny head made my mouth water. He clearly couldn’t care less.
“I need some food in me first, but yeah. Let’s hit the gym!”
“I got you”, I said, wanting to get up and go to the kitchen.
Lorenzo grabbed my wrist.
“I just wanna say, I really appreciate it.”
His big brown eyes were gorgeous. I stopped dead in my tracks for only a second.

I snapped out of it.
“Hey, no worries.”
I got up and noticed my shorts were tenting. Yet I still wanted him out of my apartment rather sooner than later.

I could tell breakfast was already making him feel better. I drove him to my gym and got him a guest pass. As we got changed in the locker room I made sure to turn away from him. Lorenzo was very talkative though. He asked me questions about my gym and my workout routine, and then continued to talk about his gym and his routine without me asking.

Lorenzo

I found it difficult to focus on my workout. For parts of it, Lorenzo was either on the machine next to mine, or using the same weights. He was talking my ear off. But when he was off doing his own thing, my eye wandered. To his shorts specifically. And the way they clung against his round ass. When he was doing pull-ups he even took his sweaty shirt off, showing off his smooth chest and stomach.

Only once we were done did I realize what would happen next. The showers were completely open. I made sure to keep my eyes off Lorenzo’s naked body, because I knew I would get an erection in no time. As I focused on getting myself clean, he thanked me for taking him to the gym. He felt more energized and had a sense of relief.

“Good”, I said, not looking his way.
“So what are you doing next?”
“I, uhm… I need to go to my studio for a bit.”
“Oh cool! Would you mind if I came?”

I had prepared on driving him home and going by myself. It would also offer me some peace and quiet. His question caught me off guard. I had no valid reason ready to say no.
“S-sure.”
“Thanks, man. Really looking forward to see how you work.”

Lorenzo had never shown this much interest in me. In the back of my mind I remembered what Anthony said. He’s just not good at being alone. That probably explained it.

Lorenzo

Lorenzo turned to face the shower head and without thinking, my eyes looked up. His muscular back and once again, his full, round ass made my mouth drop open. I knew I had to look away but I couldn’t. Once I could tell he was about to turn back around, I quickly looked down. But just before I did, I noticed Lorenzo’s cock. It was rock hard, once again.

As we got dressed, I focused on not looking Lorenzo’s way once again.
“Hey man”, he started, “you know your schlong is absolutely massive, right?”
I couldn’t help but laugh as I covered my face.
“It’s… It’s been mentioned, yes.”
“Don’t be embarrassed! You should be proud of that thing!”
I really wanted our conversation in this gym locker room to be about anything else.
“Anthony has good taste”, he finished off with.
I smiled, but I didn’t reply. Even if I had wanted to know, I didn’t know what to say.

As I drove Lorenzo to my studio, and he asked me questions about how long I had been an artist for and how I knew that’s what I wanted to do, I realized something. Even though his presence in my life was quite annoying to me, and his incessant need to fill any silence with talking, only increased that annoyance, it was the first time Lorenzo had shown any interest in me. It was likely this was because Anthony wasn’t here, of course.

Lorenzo

I opened the door, and I was aware Lorenzo was about to be confronted with several paintings of naked dudes. Part of me wondered how he would react. Another part of me didn’t care. If he didn’t like it, it would be the last time he would ask to come to my studio.

“Oh wow, man. These are really beautiful. You are so talented.”
Lorenzo took his time looking at all the paintings. Some had a full frontal view of a penis. One had an ejaculating cock in it. He did not seem fazed.

“Do you ever do shows?”
“I have an exhibit coming up in November.”
“Really? Where?”
“SEMVA Art Gallery. It’s on…”
“…on Broadway Avenue? I love that place.”

I was stunned into silence for a second. That was so unexpected from Lorenzo. I saw him closing in on the painting I had done the day before, where I had subconsciously painted his naked body. I had forgotten about that one. I really didn’t want him to recognize himself and call me out.

Lorenzo

“I love this one”, he said.
“I think I’ll paint it over. I did it on a whim yesterday.”
“Really? I think it’s beautiful.”
He stepped back.
“It’s not as… vulnerable as the others.”

Did he just recognize my theme? My mind was blown.
“Maybe because of the expression in the mirror? He looks… confident. There’s a theme of vulnerability in the rest, isn’t there?”
“Yeah…”
“This one seems stronger. But definitely don’t start over. I love the composition, the colors…”

Lorenzo looked up and looked at me.
“So do you get models in to pose for you?”
I shrugged.
“Sometimes.”
“Cool. Well, let me know if you ever want me to model for you.”
I frowned.
“Really?”
“Are you kidding me? It would be an honor to be in your paintings.”

Lorenzo

I was going to ask if he was OK with being nude, but then I remembered how casual he was about nudity.
“Actually… that might be quite convenient”, I said. “I did ask for the agency to check availability for a few more models, but it’s of course better if I have a model who is available sooner.”
“And, I’ll do it for free! Of course! As a thanks for letting me stay at your place.”
Lorenzo seemed actually excited to do this for me.

Although I wasn’t able to do any work that day, it was still quite productive. He had given valid feedback for the spontaneous painting I had done, which made me want to work on it more. And I had gotten the offer of a free model who would be available on short notice.

I was starting to see Lorenzo in a different light. We had lunch together as well as dinner, and he wasn’t getting on my nerves anymore. He was definitely a smart, cultured guy. I realized I was asking him more questions in return. Maybe I hadn’t put in much of an effort to get to know him before.

Two days after showing him my studio, I had come up with an idea for a painting that Lorenzo could model for. It was the morning and I was sitting in my studio making some sketches. I had made a sketch clearly inspired by Lorenzo, where a man was sleeping, his hand loosely around the base of his hard cock. I couldn’t ask him to pose for that though.

Lorenzo

Because my eye kept darting to his butt, I had selected the sketch of a man seemingly caught naked in the shower. Viewed from the side, I knew Lorenzo would be a good model. The painting’s eye-catcher would be his round buttocks.

I texted him to say I had a painting he could model for. He asked me to visit him at work so we could talk it over during lunch.

I drove to the Mayo Clinic, which was close to the apartment. I sat down in the restaurant. Soon I saw Lorenzo walking over to me. He was in his scrubs. George Clooney or McDreamy had nothing on this guy. Somehow the scrubs complimented his chest and arms in a way that seemed almost obscene in the context of a hospital.

“Hey you! How fun to see you at work!”
He hugged me.
“Hi!”, I got out.
I told him the idea while he ate a salad from a Tupperware container. He nodded. He loved the idea.
“So no full frontal?”
I chuckled.
“No.”
“OK. Just saying that I don’t mind either way.”

He said he had the full day to model the following day and I decided we should do it. His beeper went off.
“Sorry, gotta head back to surgery. See you at dinner tonight?”
“Sure!”

Lorenzo walked away and his ass looked delectable in those scrubs. I wondered how anyone got any work done around him. I snapped out of it. I went to the store to stock up on paint, excited for my new painting.

The next day, we drove to the studio together.
“I worked extra hard at the gym after work yesterday”, he said.
I smiled. I wanted to say he would look great regardless, but decided not to.

Lorenzo

I explained where and how I wanted to position him in more detail, and soon Lorenzo was taking off his clothes. It was the first time I had seen his cock soft, as I realized it wasn’t circumcised. His body was beautiful.

I asked him to lean against the wall, turn his head to me. One leg forward, one leg back. Once he was in position, I was so inspired to paint. My brush went over the canvas so fast. Lorenzo did have a tough time staying quiet, as usual, though it didn’t take me out of my flow as much at first.
“Am I good like this?”, he asked me.
“You’re great.”
“I feel like my ass is going to look huge.”
“It looks just perfect”, I said without thinking.

Lorenzo chuckled.
“That’s exactly what Anthony said.”
Now I was distracted.
“What?”
“What? You didn’t know?”
I saw a slight panic in Lorenzo’s eyes.

Lorenzo

“I didn’t know what?”
Lorenzo stayed in position but looked away from me.
“I, uhmm… Anthony and I fooled around in college.”
“Oh, yes. I knew that.”
“Oh. Phew!”

“When he was fucking me, he said my ass was perfect.”
“He fucked you?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Oh wow. He didn’t say that.”
“To him it was just a drunken fuck, I think. He probably didn’t care enough to tell you the details.”

Never in my wildest dreams had I expected Anthony, who had always preferred to bottom, had at one time or another fucked his seemingly straight best friend in the ass. Was it weird that he hadn’t told me everything about that night? OK, this was a decade and a half ago. It probably didn’t mean anything.

I shrugged it off and continued painting, until Lorenzo’s words really landed. He made it sound like the drunken fuck with Anthony had meant more to him.
“What was it for you?”, I asked, attempting to sound casual as I painted.
“I was just curious. I never expected it to be… that hot, you know? I wanted to do it again, but Anthony wanted us to stay friends. He thought sex would jeopardize that.”

Lorenzo

I nodded. I suddenly worried that this was why Lorenzo was still so close to Anthony. Was he secretly still pining for my man, after all those years? Was Lorenzo even straight?
“So… why are you dating women now?”

Silence. After talking my ear off for days on end, this was the first time Lorenzo had been silent. Seconds, it lasted. But it felt like minutes.

“Women turn me on, too. The sex is hot. Or, well, most of the time. But… I don’t know. I’m scared sex with another man won’t be the same, you know? This way, it’s something between me and Anthony.”

I was puzzled. I didn’t completely follow his reasoning. But then, it seemed like this was the first time he was thinking about this, questioning his sexual identity.

I continued to paint. The painting was starting to come out fantastically. The slightly confused facial expression I was able to translate to the canvas. I was very proud of it.

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