Lorenzo, Part 3

Lorenzo

I woke up and stretched. I smiled. Anthony was coming home today. Even though we had been able to call almost every night, I had missed him next to me in bed. Of course, I’d had Lorenzo in the house for all four of the days instead.

I was surprised how well the four days with Lorenzo had gone. I had gotten to know him better and that is possibly why I got less annoyed with him as the days progressed. I hadn’t addressed the college adventure with Anthony he had told me about. Though I intended on bringing it up with Anthony, as I felt like he hadn’t told me the full story.

I had learned a lot about Lorenzo when he posed for me. He had done art modeling in college and during his residency.
“Medical school debt is no joke, you know!”

He had told me about how he was born in the US to Italian parents, a diplomat and a translator. They had divorced when he was 12, his father going back to Italy. His Mom passed when he was 21.

He had asked me a lot of questions as well, sometimes distracting me from painting. But I was noticing I didn’t mind that it took a little longer.

Lorenzo

I was really proud of how the painting had turned out. It was equal amounts artistic and sexual. I had also followed Lorenzo’s advice on the spontaneous painting I had done of him. I had just redone the head, making it look down as opposed to in the mirror.

The day after I’d had him pose for me in my studio, I asked him if I could come to the hospital to have lunch together. There was something about seeing him in the middle of the day that gave me energy.

I had always had trouble connecting to overly talkative, oversharing guy I had known to a serious job like surgeon of dermatology. Seeing him in his scrubs with Dr. Lorenzo Ponti on his left pec made it real. Getting to know him and hearing about his parents had made it make more sense as well.

I checked my phone and turned off the alarm that was supposed to go off any second now. I had a new follower on Instagram. Wendell Stampley. I giggled at the name. I saw a twinky African American guy in a flight attendant uniform and I remembered that Anthony had mentioned him. There was a photo of him with Anthony, which I double-tapped instantly. Wendell looked like a fun co-worker to have.

Lorenzo

The door to the living room flew open. Lorenzo was standing there in just his underwear.
“Anthony is coming home today!”
He seemed so happy and energetic first thing in the morning. He walked over to the bed and jumped in. He wrapped his around my neck and pulled me in.
“Good morning!”
He kissed my forehead.
“Good morning”, I chuckled as I put the phone down.

It was quite an intimate gesture. I was naked under the covers, which he might not have known. I knew his stance on nudity by now though. He just didn’t care. Not too long ago I would have been annoyed by behavior like this. Somehow I found it more endearing now.

“Fuck, this bed is comfortable!”
Lorenzo laid back, his arm still around me. The side of my head ending up resting on his shoulder as I laid on my side. We were basically cuddling. I admired his smooth chest from up close and without thinking I out my hand on it. Lorenzo had no reaction to it.
“Do you want to go along with me to pick Anthony from the airport?”, I asked.
“Absolutely!”

Lorenzo

It was so good to hold my boyfriend in my arms again. I was surprised to find Lorenzo hugged us both. It was like we were a triad. Almost like a polyamorous throuple. Which we weren’t, of course. I didn’t think that would work out so well. It did remind me to talk to Anthony about what happened between him and Lorenzo in college.

As usual though, Anthony was very tired after four days of very long shifts. I knew I had to take him home and let him take a nap first. Lorenzo had to get to work and I decided to go to the studio to give Anthony some space.

I decided to look at the paintings I had prepared for the exhibit. I was proud of the selection I had and the theme ran through each of them very well. I looked at my sketchbook and really the only sketch that I hadn’t painted yet that caught my eye was the one of Lorenzo passed out mid-stroke.

I decided to just go ahead and give it a go. I was soon in the zone. I surprised myself with a color scheme I hadn’t used before. A few hours later I took some steps back and looked at my newest creation.
“Fuck”, I whispered out loud.
Not only was it hot, it could be a standout piece in the exhibit.

Lorenzo

I realized how much time had passed and checked my phone. Anthony was awake. I smiled. I drove back home and found him on the couch playing a videogame. I cuddled up next to him.
“So happy you’re back”, I said.
“Happy to be back”, he replied.

Anthony said he was only going to be home for one more day before going on his next 4-day shift. I was disappointed.
“Aren’t you working too much?”
“It was just an opportunity to make more money”, he replied.
“I miss you though.”

He paused his game and looked at me.
“I miss you too, every day I’m working”, he said.
He planted a kiss on my head.

“Hey, can I ask you something? Before you continue playing?”
“Sure.”
“I, uhm… Lorenzo and I… We kind of bonded.”
“Oh good!”

I realized he hadn’t really checked in with me how I had been handling living with Lorenzo. I let it slide, he was probably tired.
“And out of nowhere, he mentioned that time when you and him fooled around… In college.”
Anthony chuckled.
“Yeah?”
“And he described it quite differently than you did.”

Anthony looked down. He smiled.
“I’m sure he did.”
“When you said fooling around, I didn’t think you meant you had fucked him.”
Now he looked at me. The smile was gone.
“Oh babe, I’m sorry. It’s not like I tried to keep something from you. We had been drinking, and, well… I…”

Lorenzo

He looked away and soon his smile returned.
“It was my first time topping someone. I thought he had a great ass so I thought I would try it. And… well… I realized I didn’t like it at all. I wasn’t naturally a top. But at the same time, I think Lorenzo realized he is naturally a bottom.”
I smiled now, too.
“He did say he thought it was very hot.”

“Lorenzo and I never really talked about that night. But I do know that when he is with girlfriends for a while, he asks them to wear a strap-on.”
I chuckled. I kind of thought it was hot to find this out. It was true that his ass was made to get fucked. So I guess it was good to find out it did get fucked every now and then.

“Hey”, Anthony took my hand.
I noticed he looked serious again.
“I’m sorry you had the feeling I was keeping something from you.”
“Thanks for explaining”, I said.
“Don’t tell him I told you about the strap-on thing.”
I laughed.

Lorenzo

When Lorenzo got home, Anthony suggested the three of us go out for dinner.
“Yeah?”, Lorenzo asked. “Are you sure you don’t need couple time?”
Although we hadn’t discussed it, I was happy to have Lorenzo tagging along.

It was strange. Although Lorenzo acted exactly the same as before, I was able to laugh at it. Or maybe he just included me more now that we had gotten to know each other better. He was still loud and kind of obnoxious, but it helped that I could place it in the context of him also having a serious side. We had so much fun at the restaurant, although maybe we all drank a little too much.

When I woke up, all three of us were lying in bed, on top of the covers. We all still had our clothes on. It had turned out to be quite a messy night. But I had more fun than I’d had in a while.

Lorenzo was lying in the middle and snored. His hand rested on my stomach, with the palm facing up. Even though my boyfriend was lying next to him and he was beautiful, I couldn’t help but stare at Lorenzo. I wondered if I had developed some sort of a crush. I knew I had to get that out of my mind. Not having him around all day would help with that.

Lorenzo, Beth

However, instead of talking to Lydia, Lorenzo revealed at dinner that he’d had a date the night before with this woman named Beth. I had noticed him being gone in the evening, but I never would have guessed he’d go out on a date while his relationship with Lydia was not officially over.

Anthony had said that Lorenzo’s love-life had once again turned messy. Anthony and I had both given the advice to first face the music with Lydia and decide to either continue or end the relationship, before moving on with someone else.

Lorenzo had apologized for taking up space in our apartment for longer than any of us had expected. He had offered to go to a hotel, but Anthony refused. Even though he would once again be gone soon and this decision affected me way more.

Then again, I didn’t mind Lorenzo’s presence so much anymore. I just wasn’t sure if it was good Anthony and my relationship.

The three of us spent the day together playing videogames and watching shows and movies. We ordered food in. It was kind of the perfect day. Lorenzo was so hungover that he fell asleep several times and ruined a movie with his snoring.

Lorenzo

Knowing I didn’t want to say goodbye to him without having had sex, Anthony and I left for the bedroom once Lorenzo had fallen asleep a third time.

Fucking Anthony always felt good. My cock and his hole went together like they were made for each other. I could tell I was giving him pleasure as usual, but he was probably feeling tired. He wanted to go to sleep after only cumming once, which for him was less than usual. He helped me cum as well by giving me the best blowjob. Soon after, we cuddled up and fell asleep.

It was starting to become normal for me that Lorenzo and I lived in this apartment. We had our morning routines, we regularly met for lunch and sometimes we spent the evenings together as well. I was getting to know him so well.

“You bring out a calmer, more serious side in me”, he’d told me. “And I kind of like it.”
“It suits you”, I’d agreed.

Lorenzo

Although I had walked in on him in the bathroom with just a towel around himself, it helped that I wasn’t seeing him naked as often. We did go to the gym together once again however. And I couldn’t stop myself from checking out his ass clothed anyway. I was happy to notice we were forming a friendship and it was easier to push my feelings of attraction away.

It was the third day that Anthony had been away when I was slowly waking up in bed, scrolling through my phone. I was going through my Instagram stories when suddenly I thought I saw Anthony. I swiped back.

It was a story posted by Wendell, Anthony’s co-worker. It was a re-post of a story from an account I didn’t know. Tom Pendleton. ‘Our crew waking up to snow in Boston this morning!’ Wendell had captioned it. It was a still from a video of snow falling outside of a window. I was confused as to why I had swiped back.

I tapped to open the original story on Tom’s profile. And then I saw it. There was a reflection in the window. A tall, white man with blond hair holding up the phone. An unmade bed. And Anthony. Next to him. His arm around him. They were both nude.

It was like something broke inside of me. I could feel it happen in realtime. My breathing sped up, but I couldn’t cry. I was in shock.

I knew I shouldn’t, but I checked Tom’s profile. He was a pilot. He was in his 40s so older than me, but looked amazing in his uniform. He was tall. He was white. And from the reflection I could tell he had a big dick as well.

I threw my phone on the bed. My mind was in overdrive. I bit my finger, trying to think. I took my phone back. I had the clarity to take screenshots of the video where the reflection was clear. I went back to Wendell’s story and replied to it.
‘THE. FUCKING. REFLECTION.’
Send.
‘Tell me everything. Now.’
Send.

I texted Anthony.
‘So tell me about Tom’, I started. Deleted it.
‘Looks like you had a good night in Boston.’ Delete.
When I didn’t know what to write I threw the phone on the bed again.

Lorenzo

I stormed out of the bedroom and found Lorenzo in the kitchen, making himself breakfast.
“Good morning”, he started, but I saw he instantly could tell something was wrong. “Hey are you OK?”
“NO!”
I put my hands behind my head and suddenly the tears came. Only now I realized I was naked.

Lorenzo turned off the stove and walked towards me.
“Hey, come here”, he said, putting his arms out.
He hugged me. He hugged me tight. My naked body surrounded by his underwear-clad body. I felt nothing sexual. I felt intimacy though. And it helped.

Once I calmed down, I told Lorenzo everything. Lorenzo listened and made me breakfast.
“I am so sorry”, he said. “You don’t deserve that.”
All of those days that I had to miss him, sleep alone… I felt like such a fool, patiently waiting for him to get back.

My phone buzzed. It was a DM from Wendell.
‘I think you should ask Anthony about the details.’
He was still typing.
‘But he and Tom have been taking the same shifts for a few months from what I know.’

I broke down again.
‘I’m sorry’ was Wendell’s third message.

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