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A Summer with Lorenzo
By: Isaiah Lincoln
Chapter 1: First Impression
Another sweltering summer day had me yearning to cool off. My dad had assigned me to mow the grass. With a push mower I had started the job at 9AM, and three hours later, I was pretty close to being done with the two acre job. I was pouring sweat and was beet red. I pulled my soaked white t-shirt off and discarded it, then threw myself onto the hammock. I laid there trying to cool off, but their wasn't the least of a breeze blowing. I finally decided to douse myself with the water hose. I poured the cold water over my head, and shivered as the cool streams coursed through my hair and down my chest. I moved the hose, getting every part of my body wet. Dirt and bits of grass washed off of me, and I stood glistening in the midday sun. I hypnotically watched the rivulets of water stream across my chest and down into my pubic patch. I grabbed the hose and jammed it into the front of my shorts. Today was no day for wearing boxers so I had gone commando. The water ran across my prick and balls making them cringe from the cold. I slipped a hand into my shorts and gently rubbed my member. My fingers grazed my sac, and I began to feel blood pump its way into my dick. I turned the hose to my backside and poured water down the crack of my creamy bubble butt. I shuddered as the cold water ran down my cheeks and into my tight pink hole. I was so hot, the water was so refreshing, and now I was starting to get horny. "Maybe I should go inside and get cleaned up," I thought. " I think a shower will prove to be quite stimulating."
I turned the water off and prepared to go inside when I heard my dad call my name. I went to the front of the house to see what he wanted and saw that a car was parked at the gate. From the porch, my dad waved me over. "Yeah, Dad, what's up?," I asked. "The new tenants are here to get the keys to the place and their copy of the contract. I want you to take it to them." "No problem," I replied and headed to do one more task before I could go take a shower.
Approaching the car, it was clear in my mind who I was taking these items to. A man and a woman in their early forties had come to see the mobile home we had for rent and decided to take it. I was glad to see the place rented because part of the rent came to me, and the last three months had been hard without the money. I had asked them if they had any children and they had told me no. I walked up to the gate anticipating Diane to get out of the car. Instead I watched as the back door opened, and my first glimpse of Him sent everything moving into slow motion. I literally gasped and lost my breath when my eyes made contact with his. He smiled as he walked the four feet or so from the backdoor of the car to the gate. He stretched his hand out through an opening in the gate and introduced himself. "Hey, what's up? My name is Lorenzo." I just stood there motionless, unable to recover from the beautiful sight my eyes beheld. He was Latin with a rich creamy tanned shade to his skin. He stood 6'1'', had buzz cut black hair, a slight mustache and goatee, and was in excellent shape. My eyes traced the lines of his muscles, from his broad chest to his chiseled abs, which easily showed through the fabric of his muscle shirt. He wore a pair of blue denim shorts, and my eyes clearly memorized every curve of his long strong legs.
Diane lowered her window and explained why this magnificent young man stood before me. "This is my son from California," she explained. It was unexpected, but my ex-husband sent him to me because of problems they are having. I hope it won't be a problem that he's coming to live with us." "No!," I quickly retorted, recovering now and trying to make everything seem normal. "It won`t be a problem, I just hope he doesn't get bored." I shook his hand and felt the most incredible impulses from his touch. "My name is Isaiah, and I'm glad to meet you," I greeted. From there I handed him the things he had come to get and then watched him get back in the car. He looked at me from the window and smiled. Diane thanked me and told me that they would be moving in that evening. I walked back to the house stunned. I had just been wishing the other day that a hot guy would move into the place we had for rent, and then this guy steps out of the car. I was so sure that Diane and Mark told me they didn't have any kids. Well obviously she did, as she said he was her son. I arrived at the house with this tingling feeling running up and down my spine. I turned at the porch and looked across the street to the mobile home they were going to move into. I gazed at the place picturing Lorenzo living there and us being friends. I closed my eyes and was suddenly overcome with his image burning brightly in my mind. I felt him touch me and saw his dark brown eyes piercing into mine. My eyes flew open in shock, and still I could feel his hands on my sweating body. I started to shudder and shake and nearly collapsed. I felt the most incredible ecstasy and almost came in my pants right there. The sensation of his hands on my skin faded instantly, and a few moments later I regained my composure. "What the hell was that?," I breathily asked myself. "Whatever it was I'm not complaining." I went into the house and truly enjoyed the shower I took. The ice cold water pouring down my skin paled in comparison to the intensity of my fantasy. Lorenzo had entrapped me. I would have him, I saw it. We would have the most incredible and passionate sex, and already I was in withdrawal from it. I busted the most incredible nut, shooting stream after stream spraying onto the shower wall. Tonight would be the beginning...soon our encounters would actually take place for real.
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