Lorenzo, Part 5

 

Lorenzo

The snoring made my mind drift to consciousness. My eyes fluttered open. Lorenzo’s head on my shoulder made me feel comforted and loved. His sleepy face gave him a vulnerability I liked. Under the covers, his leg was flung across mine and his hand was around my morning wood.

I woke up in Lorenzo’s apartment in Meadow Park. It was a modern and luxurious place and I enjoyed being here. Though we would also regularly spend the night at my apartment, I sometimes felt there were so many memories there.

Waking up just like this had always made me happy. And although I had enjoyed Lorenzo’s attention and the sex we’d had these past few weeks since the exhibit, something had felt off. I had been surprised how all-in Lorenzo had turned out to be.

I had enjoyed Lorenzo’s presence. We would see each other like three nights during the workweek and spend most of the weekend together as well. When I was by myself a night, I was feeling things I didn’t really want to pay attention to. It was better to have Lorenzo around. Although things had started getting more and more intense the more we were together.

Lorenzo

I already knew Lorenzo was a sexual person, and we’d fuck until exhaustion almost every night. But I had not expected the sex to be as intimate as it had been. And that intimacy had carried over outside of the bedroom.

“I am so thankful I was able to find out what a beautiful human being you are”, Lorenzo had said.
We had just been watching a movie at home while cuddling on the sofa. It had caught me off guard. I had given him a big kiss. He’d held the back of my head as we had looked into each other’s eyes. I had seen the spark in his eyes.

Lorenzo had gotten so much better at expressing his emotions, the longer we spent time together. I had always thought he had jumped from girlfriend to girlfriend because he had a fear of commitment. Just from some off-hand jokes like about the type of food he wanted at our wedding, I knew that couldn’t be true.

He hadn’t said ‘love’ yet, but I could feel he was close. And to be honest, it made me uncomfortable. Though I had decided to give this thing a chance. At 35, I had this hunk of a man who was enamored with me. And I’d had a crush on him before. It didn’t make sense that it wasn’t feeling right. I felt like I needed to explore a potential relationship with Lorenzo.

Lorenzo

Looking back, I had been closed-minded to think Lorenzo was straight. I had only seen him date women, but the signs had always been there. He had flirted with me in the past, though I had always interpreted it as teasing. Like he was making fun of my sexuality, adding to my dislike of him at the time. Things had certainly turned around.

Meanwhile, I was feeling like emotionally it was a lot for me to invest in something like this. Though there was no part of me that wanted to lose him.

The rhythmic snoring was quieting down. The body next to me started to stir. Lorenzo’s hand casually jerked my cock up and down a few times before his eyes opened, as if it was an instinctual action. After a light moan, his brown eyes focused on mine.

“Hey”, he whispered. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, sleepy.”
We kissed.

Last night had been so intense. I had made Lorenzo cum 4 times before he was ready to go to sleep. Today was our day off and I knew he would be ready to go again this morning. I could tell by his kiss. It was sensual, enticing. I felt my cock twitch as my hand travelled towards his ass.

Sexually, Lorenzo was just irresistible. The way he moaned into my mouth as I squeezed his cheek made me need to have him. He broke the kiss and with a naughtiness in his eyes he kissed my chest and stomach, keeping eye contact. Even when he started to suck my cock the glint in his eye was about as much of a turn-on as his warm mouth.

Lorenzo

It didn’t take long until I was so turned on I needed his ass. I loved rimming Lorenzo so much. His hole was always perfectly smooth and I could always tell he enjoyed it so much.
“Fuuuck yeah”, he moaned.

His perfectly round cheeks against my face turned me on so much as well. I jerked myself off as I got his hole wet. I noticed how it started to open up for me. It was so hot to notice.
“I want your dick inside of me so much.”

When Lorenzo started talking like that, there was no way to resist. The lube was still on the nightstand from last night, so it didn’t take much time to get my dick nice and wet. In no time I was slipping inside of Lorenzo.

His hole had been unlike any other I had fucked. It welcomed me instantly and had from the first time we had fucked. His body became limp like spaghetti once the pleasure of my cock overcame him. Right now I was fucking him missionary and I just needed hold his legs up.

Lorenzo

“Oh God yes.”
Lorenzo’s moans and facial expressions were everything. His eyes rolled back and his mouth was open. His arms dangled limply over his head with each of my thrusts.

As usual, it only took a little while of me fucking him before Lorenzo would shoot his load. This rarely meant the end of us having sex though. I flipped him to his side and fucked him in a spooning position.

This position was so intimate and sensual. His thick ass against my hips turned me on so much. I fucked him slower and I knew this turned him on so much. I kissed Lorenzo’s neck and nibbled on his ear as I fucked him. I saw his eyes roll back again.
“Hmmm your cock feels so good!”

Lorenzo

Fucking in this position usually got me off as well. I could feel I was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Lorenzo’s hand reached back and grabbed my thigh. I could tell from his grip he was in ecstasy. I paused my thrusts just as I was all the way inside of him. I felt my cock pulsing in his hole.
“Oh, fuck babe! That’s… that’s gonna make me…”

Lorenzo shot his load all over the duvet. I managed to hold on to my own load. I chuckled. That meant I had another position in me. I pulled Lorenzo up to his hands and knees and positioned him to fuck him doggy.

The second I re-entered him, his chest and head fell to the bed. Lorenzo’s knees also buckled and I had to hold his body up. I could feel his ass against my hips again. The slap with each of my thrusts and the jiggle in his cheeks got me so turned on.

I put one hand on the bed, the other still wrapped around Lorenzo’s waist to hold him up. I bent forward and let my chest and stomach touch his back. This way I could fuck him deeper. I could tell he could immediately feel it.
“That’s so fucking deep!”

Lorenzo

Lorenzo’s moans started increasing once I started whispering in his ear.
“You like taking this thick cock?”
“Fuck yeah!”

I knew I was on the edge. The feeling was too good and I knew I wanted to shoot.
“You ready to receive my load?”
“Yes! Yes please!”

My thrusts got fast and Lorenzo’s entire body shook against mine. Once I came, my thrusts slowed down and I felt Lorenzo shake like he sometimes would after cumming a few times in a row. As my warm cum shot inside of him, I held him close.

“ Uhhh… unngghhhh”
Lorenzo’s shakes started to subside as I kissed his neck and back. I knew he had cum a third time. I hoped that would satisfy him until the end of the day.

We fell back to the bed on our sides, my cock still slightly throbbing inside of him. He reached back and pulled my face towards him to kiss me.
“I love… I loved that.”

Lorenzo

I grinned awkwardly. I felt like I knew what he really wanted to say. His eyes were full of love. I wasn’t ready for it.
“Me too.”

He didn’t break eye contact and caressed my face. I knew what was on his mind and what would be on his lips soon. Like there was no avoiding it. He likely saw the doubt in my eyes as well. He had been excellent at reading my expression, like he always knew how I felt, which told me that our connection was special.
“I… I feel like I’m falling in love with you, Hasan.”

I kissed him. It felt good to hear him say it, but it also made me nervous. I wasn’t there yet. And I had worries about if I could get there. Lorenzo broke the kiss.
“I know it’s fast. Very fast. I just want you to know.”
I nodded. I couldn’t say anything. Everything my mind came up with felt like a lame reply.

We cuddled for a little bit.
“Are we going to the mall today? I need some new sweat pants.”
And all of a sudden the topic was changed.

Lorenzo

On the way to the bathroom to shower off together, I noticed Lorenzo had difficulty walking.
“I’ll be OK”, he chuckled.

I drove to the mall and Lorenzo held my hand while I did. He had done this before, only this time it felt more intimate after his confession this morning. I tried to push it to the back of my mind. I’d have to think about this and figure out my feelings later.

I was very much enjoying going shopping for clothes with Lorenzo though. As he was trying on some sweat pants, I found another pair I knew he would like. I opened the curtain to the fitting room and noticed he was naked. I chuckled. He looked at me with a big smile.

“Oh thanks”, he said as he took the sweat pants from my hand.
He handed me back another pair.
“These are too big.”

Lorenzo

“Why are you not wearing underwear?”
“I wear sweat pants when we’re just hanging out, without underwear. I need to make sure they are soft on the boys.”
I smiled at him. I did like him a lot.

I was asking him to try on more clothes. We originally came for the new sweat pants, but now that we were here, he realized one of his jeans had a rip in the ass, so he might as well get a new one. And I was bringing him other things in the fitting room as well.

I enjoyed seeing Lorenzo modeling sweat pants, T-shirts, and jeans for me.
“These are so tight on my ass though”, he said about a pair of blue jeans.
“I know. Please get them.”
He laughed.

We were having a fun day, and my worries from earlier this morning seemed far away. I didn’t need to think about committing for a longer period of time. I could just enjoy Lorenzo’s cheekiness and sexiness.

Lorenzo

I was sneaking peeks of him in the fitting room over and over. We had decided on two pairs of sweat pants, a button-down shirt and two T-shirts. Jeans that got both Lorenzo’s and my approval were harder to find. I wanted something tight on his ass, he wanted something that didn’t cut off his circulation.

After another peek into the fitting room, I walked back out into the store.
“Hey.”

I recognized the voice instantly. My head swerved around so fast, I almost got whiplash.
“A-Anthony.”

He was by himself. He looked good. He smiled wide. He held out his arms to hug me. I needed some time. I was so surprised to see him. I chuckled and hugged him.
“How have you been?”, I asked.

“I-I’m… I’m OK”, he said. “It’s been a tough couple of months, you know.”
I actually didn’t know, but I just nodded.
“How about you?”, he asked. “How did the exhibit go?”
He remembered. I didn’t like that he remembered. It would have been easier if he had just forgotten about me, it would have been easier to hate him.

Lorenzo

“It went well, I sold…”
“Hey babe, I think these make my ass pop the way you like.”
I turned around and saw Lorenzo check himself out in the mirror outside of the fitting room. I looked back at Anthony. His mouth had dropped open.

Lorenzo finally turned around and noticed Anthony. I immediately saw emotion in his facial expression.
“Ant…”
Lorenzo walked up to my ex and hugged him tightly. He was audibly crying. I noticed the jeans indeed looked amazing on his round ass.

I offered to pay for the clothes so that Lorenzo and Anthony could go talk in the food court first. I knew Anthony had ghosted Lorenzo ever since I found out about the affair. I knew Lorenzo had been angry at his best friend on my behalf, but he had wanted to talk and had been much more open to see Anthony than I had at the time. Anthony, in turn, had just felt too embarrassed.

Lorenzo

I had seen Anthony only once, but he hadn’t been very talkative then either. At first I hadn’t wanted to see him, and once I did, I felt like I shouldn’t have. It wasn’t the Anthony I had known, closed off and defensive. He had come into the apartment when I wasn’t there to take his stuff and left his key. I had thought that would be it. But Rochester wasn’t that big.

When I found the two of them at the food court, Lorenzo’s tears had dried. They were in a serious conversation.
“I had felt so lonely being away from home, staying in hotel after hotel”, I heard Anthony say. “And I realize it’s very selfish, but when Tom flirted with me at the hotel bar one time, it just felt so nice.”

Anthony didn’t stop talking as I sat down.
“I guess you deserve to hear this too”, he said. “I just somehow split myself into two. Work Anthony and Home Anthony. And I thought it would be fine if I kept them separate, thinking it wouldn’t hurt you. But I know that was naïve now.”

I wanted to hear this and not hear this at the same time. I nodded and looked down.
“Was it because… you missed something in our relationship?”
“No, I… No. Please don’t think that. I started having trouble being away from home. Away from you. And instead of talking about it or making a change, I took the easy way.”

I didn’t like that he implied it was easy to have the affair. As if I hadn’t crossed his mind.
“Of course I felt regret each time I got home. I loved you. I never loved Tom. But again, I decided not to speak about it. I’m sorry.”

Lorenzo

“You’re not with them now?”, Lorenzo asked.
“No. I was for a while, but it’s not what I wanted, really. That throuple business is tricky”, he chuckled. “No, it’s good to be by myself for a while.”

Of course Anthony wanted to know how Lorenzo and I had gotten together. Lorenzo told him in a way that made me smile.
“You know I always saw Hasan as the grumpy and quiet boyfriend of my best friend”, he told Anthony while looking at me with love in his eyes.
“That all changed when we spent time together when you were away. He is such a beautiful human being.”

They both looked at me and it was making me feel awkward.
“He is”, Anthony said.

By the time we left the mall, Anthony had said that it would take him some time to get used to Lorenzo and me being together. He had apologized to Lorenzo for not replying to his messages. They had decided to try to be friends again. Lorenzo was happy as we got back to the car.

Lorenzo

Although it had been good to hear Anthony apologize and hear why he did what he had done, I also felt uneasy. I had gotten closure. But I had no desire to have Anthony in my life again. And seeing Lorenzo and Anthony already start to resume their friendship in front of me somehow felt wrong.

Anthony had still ruthlessly broken my trust. It would be hard to just be friendly to him. And if he would be Lorenzo’s friend again, there was no way to avoid his presence.

When we got home, I contemplated telling Lorenzo how I felt about Anthony. But he seemed so cheerful, so happy he got to reconnect with his best friend. I felt bad having to take that away from him.

Lorenzo walked to his bedroom to put his new clothes in the closet. I sat down on the sofa and looked outside. Suddenly I saw my own reflection in the window. I looked tired. I was struggling. I remembered the look on Lorenzo’s face throughout the day. He was in love with me. Even though I couldn’t give him everything.

And then I realized it. I didn’t love Lorenzo. I couldn’t love Lorenzo. I hadn’t emotionally recovered from Anthony. From the betrayal. I needed time. Time alone.

Lorenzo walked back into the room wearing his new T-shirt and sweat pants. A smile on his face quickly disappeared when he saw my expression.
“Babe, are you OK?”

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Lorenzo

“You have an extraordinary talent.”
“Thank you so much, Mr Berrian.”
The old man turned around and left.

I looked around the gallery. It had been another very successful exhibit. When Joe from Dellwood, who bought my painting at the SEMVA exhibit contacted me a year ago, I never would have thought I would find myself here. I had noticed the art galleries in New York weren’t as careful with showing all of my paintings. The art community here had been so responsive too.

After one exhibit in a gallery that Joe owned here, the demand increased so much I had to move to NYC. I said goodbye to my apartment and my trusty studio. And it had been so worth it. My dreams were coming true.

The last year had been so inspiring. Art had done such a good job of helping me through everything that had happened. It had helped me to feel my feelings. Taking a step back from Rochester had also helped to process everything.

I had also realized I had been fine by myself. I had realized I had held on to Lorenzo because I was scared to be by myself again after the long relationship with Anthony. Which wasn’t fair on Lorenzo. I had made the best decision, for myself, but also for him.

I sighed in satisfaction as I now looked around the empty gallery. Paula, who had been the hostess, walked up to me and congratulated me on four sales in one night.
“Thanks”, I said.


THE END