A Summer with Lorenzo
Chapter 2: The Tattoo
By: Isaiah Lincoln
The day passed in a blur, with my mind solidly transfixed on one thing...Lorenzo. I couldn't concentrate on the rest of the work I had to do, and I kept looking across the street to see if he was there yet. My cock wouldn't stop throbbing. In the seven hours that I spent waiting, I jerked off more times than I could count. I would sink into the deepest of trances, Lorenzo's image searing into my mind, keeping my lust on fire. My cock felt powerful in my hand as I pumped away at it. I could see my mouth swallowing Lorenzo's shaft, taking his length all the way down my throat. I envisioned my hands experiencing the actual touch of his skin, my fingers traveling across every contour and crevice of his tanned body. I heard him moan, groan, and push himself closer to me. I relished the taste of his cum as it poured like sweet syrup across my tongue and down my throat. Every time that he would blow his load, I just couldn't hold back anymore. I came hard each time, and the loads I blew were beyond belief! I shot the thickest whitest nut. It shot out of me, each blast sending a current of electric impulses coursing throughout my body. I think I passed out a couple of times. I was baffled by how I was shooting so much cum, why my orgasms were so intense, and why I couldn't stop thinking of Lorenzo. I just had this feeling that he and I would mess around. The certainty of this was anchored to my being.
About 7:30 I heard a truck and sure enough Lorenzo was moving in. There was still about an hour of solid daylight left, and Lorenzo and his parents wasted no time in unloading the U-Haul. I didn't want to go bother them while they were moving in, but I wanted to get a better look at Lorenzo. I decided to go "smoke a cigarette". I lit the cigarette and took a few drags, but by the time I reached the gate and caught sight of him, I completely forgot about the cigarette. My eyes drank in Lorenzo's muscles as they glistened with sweat as his muscles strained to carry the things that were passed to him. I saw him, in my minds eye, and became sure that he played football. A Bulldog flashed into my mind. I glanced away, so as to not attract attention, took a few more drags of the cigarette I wasted, and then looked back and waited to see Lorenzo come back out of the house. Lorenzo came out, and I almost passed out when I saw him bare-chested. His muscles were taut and tight, it was more than apparent that he worked out quite a bit. His six pack was chiseled to perfection, and I could see that he had a thin dark happy trial. I saw my lips pressed against the hairs, breathing his scent in like oxygen. I don't know if I had drifted off or what had happened, but then I noticed someone in the corner of my eye and found Lorenzo standing just feet away from me. I stepped back in utter shock because I couldn't figure out how he had gotten there without my seeing it. I was hard, and I was glad that it had finally gotten dark so he couldn't see. I stammered out a hello and took a second to catch my breath before turning to face him.
"What's up?," I said. "I see you're getting moved in." "Yeah, Lorenzo replied. "My mom and step dad really like this place and so do I. We're ready to get settled in." I stood there and decided to ask him if he wanted a cigarette. "Sure," he answered. "I saw you smoking one, and thought I'd come see if I could get one from you."
I passed him the cigarette and grabbed one to smoke myself, hoping he hadn't just come to get a cigarette and leave. He asked me for the lighter, and a conversation got started. He was 18 and from Los Angeles, CA. He had been born and raised there. His mom, Diane, had divorced his dad years ago, and for the most part he had stayed with his dad until recently when he started having problems with him. He didn't specify about the problems, and I would find out about that later anyway. As he shifted in the dark to a place where the street light illuminated him better, I saw something glimmer. I noticed that on his right arm he had a tattoo of a dragon. It was colored, shades of brilliant red, green, and yellow covered it's extent, the scales so well drawn, it emanated a life of it's own. The forked tongue flickered out past its set of razor sharp teeth, fire spewing forth. I saw Chinese characters drawn beneath the image.
"You're tattoo is bad-ass," I remarked. "Did it hurt? It must have taken a while for them to tat that on." "It did take hours for the guy to do it, but it didn't hurt," he replied. "It just cost me a lot of money." "What's written under it?", I curiously asked. Lorenzo stepped closer to the gate, and I looked into his eyes. "It says "Passion"," he whispered. My eyes grew wide and became locked with Lorenzo's. His brown eyes burned with intensity, and I felt like they would devour me. I stepped back and asked why he had picked that word. "Well," he replied as he grabbed the gate, "you'd have to get to know me, and then you would see why I chose that word."
I wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come out of my mouth. I just nodded in amazement, and he ironically, just smiled at me. I was just about to ask him if he wanted me to show him around the area sometime, when my brother came to the front door and started calling me.
"WHAT?!," I yelled. "You're ex-girlfriend is on the phone," my brother called out. "She said it's really important to talk to you." I looked back at my brother, and knew I had to go. Christy wouldn't have said it was important unless she meant it. I looked at Lorenzo and told him I had to go. "Come by some time and chill, Lorenzo invited. "We should be done unpacking within a couple days." "Sure, I`ll do that," I agreed.
I walked to the house shooting glances at Lorenzo as he walked back to his place. His ass pushed against his jeans so juicy and tight. I watched the cheeks shift as he walked and I wished I could drop down behind him and slide my tongue into his sweet crack. I finally reached the house and grabbed the phone from my brother.
I met Christy when I was 12. My sister had brought her over, and from the moment I saw her, I was in love. She didn't think much of me when she first met me, but with time, I could tell she was coming around. Amazingly what brought us together was her own stupidity. She had found a .22 rifle that belonged to my dad. Because it was old and kind of rusted she thought it didn't work. Not knowing it was loaded and that it worked, she stood about 50 feet from me and fired it. The shot hit my chest and ricocheted. It turns out that having an extremely dense chest plate, a condition that is fewer than one in a million, protected me from harm. I was on the ground though, and Christy came running over. As I lay there she cried and told me to be okay because she loved me. I looked back at her and we kissed for the first time. After that we were together for six years. She had become pregnant when she was 17 but had a miscarriage three months along. Our relationship grew stronger from the experience, and soon afterwards, I proposed to her. I wasn't ready for marriage, but she demanded it, so I did what I knew she was desiring. My life, however, was and still is too complicated to have "forever" in the picture. In private I had been living a life she was unaware of. It had nothing to do with my bi-sexuality, which Christy did not know about, but spanned into an area I can't discuss here. To put it short, once she knew and became increasingly aware that there were things about me she didn't know about, the relationship fell into shambles. She trusted me and she loved me, but I refused to divulge the information she sought. I couldn't explain the things that happened from day to day. I would not involve her in the life she had never been a part of. I carried a burden I didn't want her to know about and I didn't want to risk the chance of her being hurt. The relationship dissolved bitterly, but I stayed after her, asking for nothing but her friendship if I could not have her heart. Christy decided not to waste our years together and we stayed friends. She knew that if she ever needed me I would be there for her.
Indeed, Christy did have an emergency, and I had to go to Houston to help her. I packed quickly, wishing I didn't need to go. I still loved Christy but knew she and I would not be together again. Besides, Lorenzo had my mind spinning. I dreamt of him and fantasized constantly of being in the throes of the deepest pleasure with him. The dragon on his arm came to life in my dreams and would magically transform into Lorenzo. His eyes burned with fire, and his touch was truly fitting to the word on his arm...he had "passion".
My week in Houston passed slowly, every second away from being able to look at Lorenzo was driving me crazy. I couldn't settle for dreams anymore. To make matters worse, my car broke down. I was forced to return on a bus. I arrived in the early evening flat broke and tired. I called my dad and told him I needed him to pick me up. I waited for close to an hour before someone showed up. It's the person who showed up that really surprised me. In a red, mid-nineties, four by four pick-up truck, pulled up Lorenzo. He called out to me and I stood there motionless. How would I control myself while sitting right next to him in the truck? He smiled and waved me over. I walked over, opened the door, and climbed in. He reached out to shake my hand, and as our hands locked, I was overcome with a vision. I was standing in Lorenzo's room. He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He had nothing on, and his body radiated the most intense heat. I turned and faced him and he gently kissed me. My hands wandered across his chest before grabbing his head as our tongues began to intertwine.
The world came flooding back at me, and I lost sense of where or when I was. I turned to see Lorenzo with a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay?," he asked. "You seemed really zoned out there." "I'm fine," I panted. "I've just had a hard week." "Well, if you're not too tired would you like to hang out?," he asked. "I thought you could show me around, and we could get to know each other." "That would be great, let's go," I replied. The day had finally turned around, and a smile was plastered to my face. The next month would be quite interesting as I got to know Lorenzo and discover how "passion" really did suit him.
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