Date: Thu, 10 May 2007 19:23:27 -0500
From: mazin campbell <mazcam85@gmail.com>
Subject: Lorenzo's Journey Ch. 2

!@! This story contains sex between older guys, a teen boy, and maybe
later on a family member. Don't read it if you don't like that stuff
or if it's illegal to read it where you are. If you live somewhere
like this, please move! !@!

Thanks, Mason


Chapter 2

The next morning, Lorenzo awoke cuddled between the men. He laid there
listening to their breathings and Mark's light snore as the night
before flashed through his mind. After the shower, they had a nice
dinner in the hotel restaurant with the other men who seemed to have
gotten over his presence other than remarking on how cute he looked
with his black hair gelled into gentle spikes and how the men had
dressed him.

He snuggled down under the heavy down comforter which the other two
had somewhat thrown off onto him. Their strong, bare chests raised and
fell with each breath against the boy's soft long-sleeve t-shirt. His
happy float was suddenly pierced by thoughts of his father. He was
sure his father was dead, so what did that mean for him? The two new
men in his life seemed like they cared about him, but what if they got
bored? What if he were found out as an illegal?

"Don't cry, don't fucking cry," he told himself inside his head, but a
cloud of worry settled in over him and rained steady tears down his
cheeks. He sat up and drew his knees into his chest, fastening his
arms around them. He suddenly felt really alone for the first time.
Erik raised an eye and then his head to see what was going on. He
looked at Lorenzo with sad eyes. Not knowing what to do, he put an arm
around the boy and used his other to shake Mark.

"What? WHAT?!" Mark yelled, jumping up to his feet, poised to pounce
on the perceived emergency. His eyes scanned the room and then settled
down to the sniveling ball Erik was holding. "Oh, no! what happened?"
he exclaimed, kneeling down to lift the boy into his arms. Lorenzo
pushed his head into Mark's muscled shoulder, once again calmed by the
rocky torso. Mark held him, sitting back on the bed, Lorenzo's butt
firmly planted in his lap. He rocked the boy gently for a few minutes,
telling him "it's ok, you cry if you need to baby." His cries finally
settled into sniffling, a small trail of watery snot leaked down
Mark's chest, but he didn't feel disgusted with the boy.

"I don't know what I will do^Å" Lorenzo finally managed to splutter.

"What do you want to do?" Mark asked, not sure what the problem was.

"Where do I go? I have no family," Lorenzo tried again.

"You have us, and we have a big house and a big life with lots of room
for you." Mark assured him as Erik rubbed Lorenzo's back, kissing
softly on his neck.

"What if you decide to not want me anymore?" The boy began to speak
with courage.

"What if YOU decide to not want US anymore?" Mark joked, realizing it
wasn't a funny conversation. He quickly added, "Because^Å We have never
been more sure of anything, and I can't see us without you. That would
make us very sad."

"But you just met me."

"And we're already in love^Å" Mark cut him off.

Erik left the bed, returning with tissues and gave one to Lorenzo who
lifted his head and rubbed his eyes. Erik used another to wipe down
Mark's chest and the three settled down, staring at each other for a
few minutes as Lorenzo thought about what was said.

"I'll be very clean and do whatever you want me to do," the boy
finally offered.

"All we want you to do is be happy and we'll do whatever to make that
happen," Mark vowed.

Once again, the smile returned to the boy's face and he leaned forward
to hug Mark and kiss him on the cheek, then did the same to Erik.

That morning, they left the hotel as a family. Like most families, no
one really was clear on how the whole thing would work, but they
wanted to give it a try.

The day was spent in the car, driving over mountains, across plains,
through towns, cities, metropolises. Lorenzo was beginning to pick up
a few English words and amused the men by accidentally misusing most
of them. Lorenzo didn't care, he knew he had to learn English to fit
into this country and with this family, so he pushed on. Listening to
the two men chatter on, he began to pick out words, though meanings
were still few and far between.

As night began to fall, the weather dipped and Mark pulled off of the
highway into a suburban strip mall with lots of restaurants. They went
inside and got a booth. Lorenzo slid in close to the window and
studied the pictures on the menu. He had never really had much choice
in what he ate, and this new country had very different food. He tried
hard to read the menu, but the letters and numbers didn't make sense
to him and he didn't know much about words.

He had gotten about halfway through the menu's pictures when the
waiter came and set a plate of chicken and French fries in front of
him. Mark had ordered for him. He tried a few bites, but it wasn't
very good. Lorenzo, like all kids, wanted something familiar, but he
hadn't seen anything with tortillas or chiles on the menu.

Sitting back against the booth, something caught Lorenzo's eye from
outside the window. He turned his head and saw white flakes falling
across the parking lot, sticking to the tops of the cars, and settling
across the blacktop. He pressed a hand to the window and pulled it
back, unsettled by the cold glass.

"What do you see?" Mark whispered in the boy's ear, his face settled
in over Lorenzo's shoulder.

"Is snow?" Lorenzo asked. Mark nodded. "Woahhh," the boy exhaled
softly. Erik joined them at the window and the three of them stared,
Lorenzo at the snow; Mark and Erik at the boy's reaction, both
remembering their first times with it.

Mark finally pulled the boy away from the window and they all piled
back into the car to continue the journey. Lorenzo didn't want to
leave, at the restaurant door he put a hand out to test it, wondering
if it would hurt like falling ice. It was as soft as it looked, and he
stepped out even further to feel it fall on his face before Erik
pulled him away by the arm.

They drove for another hour, getting closer into a city that went on
forever. It changed from farms and small villages to suburbs to city,
each exit looking a little scarier and more crowded than the last.
Finally they left the freeway and turned off into a row of really old
houses. They were huge, covered with old trees that blew their leaves
across the roadway. A few blocks later, Mark turned into the driveway
and around the most beautiful place Lorenzo had ever seen. Halfway up
the driveway, two black gates opened and Mark cruised through with a
yawn. Erik dug around in a bag on the floor, "Finally," he sighed.

Mark pulled into a big garage and the three of them crawled out of the
car, stretching and yawning. Lorenzo's eyes were doubled in size. He
thought houses like this were only in the movies. He stood staring in
the driveway as Mark and Erik took the bags from the trunk and then
Lorenzo felt a gentle hand on his back pushing him forward.

"Welcome home baby," Mark said warmly. They went through a beautiful
white door with stained glass and into a giant kitchen; everything
clean, ordered, and shiny. The rest of the house was the same, ready
for visitors or a photo shoot at any moment. Lorenzo had the slightest
urge to run around and knock things over. He wasn't used to such order
and perfection. He felt cautiously excited at the thought of it.

They made their way upstairs and into the master bedroom which was
more like four rooms. The room was L-shaped from the large bathroom
the two had added on. The top of the L had a sitting area with a large
bay window. The king sized sleigh bed was against the wall and very
high off the ground. It was covered by a green satin comforter with
matching pillows. At the other end of the L were two French doors made
of glass framed with cherry wood. It led into an office with a small
bed, large couches, desk with computer, and a flat panel TV on the
wall. This was a dream room.

Then Lorenzo heard the words he dreaded, "Let's go look at YOUR room,"
Erik sang, patting the boy on the head. Mark pursed his lips into a
small O as though he had not given thought to this plan, but he
followed Lorenzo who followed Erik who left the room. Down the hall
was a door that led to a smaller room. It had a simple bed with a
rainbow quilt and a rainbow that flowed across the walls. There was a
pink tv on a little table by the window and hundreds of pictures of
Mark and Erik at various festivals and parades covering one wall. Mark
looked a little embarrassed, but for Lorenzo the rainbows were
meaningless. The pink was a little girlie, but he sighed with
resignation and sat on the bed, feigning an excited smile.

After a few minutes of staring at the rainbow fest, Lorenzo went to
take a shower. When he got back to the room, wrapped in a fluffy blue
towel, he found briefs and pajamas laid out on the bed for him. He
dressed, turned out the light, and crawled under the covers. The bed
had a clean smell, like flowers and Lysol, the boy thought. Mark came
in a few minutes later, spreading light from the hallway across the
dark room.

"If you need ANYTHING, wake me up. If you get scared, come to our bed,
ok?" he said, kneeling beside Lorenzo and kissing his forehead. He
gave the boy a guilty smile, and then retreated, as Erik watched from
the doorway. Erik came in next and kissed the boy's cheek, saying
goodnight and then pulling Mark from the room with a passionate kiss.
The door was closed and Lorenzo snuggled under the covers in a room so
dark he could not see his hands.

He had never slept alone. In Mexico he had shared a small bed in a one
room apartment with his father. There was always light through the
bare window from the moon or the police hall across the street. His
village was quiet, but there was always the random howl of the coyotes
or a dog barking or some drunk making his way home with a song. This
place was different and the only thing he heard was his thoughts.

"Just close your eyes and go to sleep," he told himself as he turned
over and hugged the pillow in the bed which seemed to be getting
larger and emptier. Lorenzo laid there for about half an hour before
he heard noises from down the hallway. He recognized the sounds of the
two men and his lips formed a mischievous grin. They were doing it!,
he thought excitedly.

Lorenzo crawled from beneath the covers and to the edge of the bed,
listening to Erik moan "fuck me daddy, harder, harder!" Lorenzo put
one foot against the cold hardwood floor as Mark growled, "yeah, baby,
take that cock, yeah!" The boy crept slowly towards the door that Mark
had left slightly ajar. His cock pressed hard against the new soft
briefs. The door opened a little more and Lorenzo slid through it and
tip toed down the hallway. Light was coming through the men's door, it
was open about three inches, enough for a peaking eye to see in.

He watched as Mark knelt on the bed, Erik on all fours in front of him
with a leather harness secured in the back by a silver ring. Mark had
the ring clutched tightly in his palm and was pulling hard as he drove
into Erik. Mark's hips swayed violently as his cock ripped into Erik's
ass. Mark's other hand smacked hard and fast against Erik's ass,
leaving red handprints. Erik threw his head back and his mouth open as
he breathed hard to keep up with Mark's assault.

"Uhhh, Yeah!," Erik wailed as he pushed back with his ass to give Mark
more access.

Mark gave a fierce tug on Erik's harness and pulled the man up to kiss
his lips. He kissed across his cheek and then sucked hard on Erik's
neck as Erik cocked his head to the side, closing his eyes and
giggling. Mark seemed to be fucking faster than before, inching Erik
slowly towards the headboard.

Then, with a long deep growl, he emptied his sperm into Erik's
waiting, willing pit. Erik could feel himself being filled up and
raised his body, gasping for air, and echoing Mark's moans. Mark
clutched Erik's cock and pumped it fiercely, telling him, "cum for
daddy, cum for daddy." Erik yelled out harder and sent white cream
flying up and onto his chest. His body nearly collapsed from the
orgasm, but Mark held tight to the ringed harness and then slid an arm
across Erik's tummy to steady him.

Cum leaked down Erik's chest and dripped from his hard nipples onto
Mark's arm. Mark held onto him and brought Erik into his chest. The
two stayed there for a few minutes, breathing heavily in sync.
Recovering, Mark brought his arm up across Erik's tummy and chest,
scooping the cum and then bringing it to Erik's lips. Erik lapped at
the cream until his lover's arm was clean. He then turned his head and
gave Mark a warm kiss.

Mark held onto Erik and then turned and laid against the bed, his
lover's body on his chest. Lorenzo stood there transfixed by the
scene, his cock pointing straight up and poking from the top of the
briefs. His gaze was broken when Mark's eyes met his.

Mark pulled the cover over him and Erik, and then waved Lorenzo
towards the bed, "It's ok baby, come in." He didn't look embarrassed,
didn't even flinch as his powerful stare brought the boy closer. Erik
turned red and tried to bury his face into Mark's chest, but was
impaled on Mark's heavy thick cock and still couldn't dislodge.

Lorenzo walked towards the bed and lowered his eyes, still feeling the
man's stare. "Did you like watching that?" Mark asked, reaching over
and tracing his index finger down the outline of Lorenzo's hard cock.
The boy nodded and Mark pulled on his shirt to bring him closer.

"Did we wake you up?" Erik questioned. Lorenzo shook his head no. "Oh,
you couldn't sleep?" Erik asked. Lorenzo again shook his head no. "Do
you want to sleep with us?" Mark offered. Lorenzo nodded and smiled
nervously. Erik patted the empty space next to him and told the boy it
was ok.

Lorenzo climbed up to the big bed and sat cross legged in front of the
men, his package fully bulked. Erik leaned over and rubbed it gently,
smiling up at the boy. Mark smiled nervously, still not completely
comfortable with a 15 year old in his bed, but the boy seemed to be
enjoying the moment and had come willingly. Erik crawled over,
releasing Mark's now soft, yet still massive, cock from his ass. He
put his mouth on the hard outline of Lorenzo's boy cock, remembering
how sweet it tasted the last time. Lorenzo laid back on his elbows as
Erik warmed him up. He looked across at Mark and stared into the man's
eyes.

Erik's hands traveled up Lorenzo's shirt, the boy raised his arms and
it was lifted off. Erik's mouth kissed slowly up the boy's tummy and
then his teeth bit softly into the nipples causing Lorenzo to shiver
and gasp. Mark crawled over to be a part of the action and his lips
met Lorenzo's for a passion and tongue-filled kiss. The boy closed his
eyes, hardly able to take in all the new sensations his body was
feeling. The men's warmth spread over him and he laid back against the
bed as Mark held him, continuing the kiss.

Lorenzo hardly noticed when Erik tugged down his pajama pants, but he
certainly became aware when he felt the man's warm wet lips slide over
the tip of his cock. It hardened to full strength across the man's
expert tongue and twitched slightly with each flick. The boy reached
down and instinctively guided Erik on his cock, not that he needed the
assistance. Mark pulled away from the boy's lips for a second and
stared with a slight smile, he rubbed a thumb over the boy's left
nipple, then flicked it playfully. Lorenzo smiled, and soon felt the
impending explosion. He pushed Erik off of his cock and grabbed it
firmly, pumping it fast. Erik pulled Lorenzo's hand off of his cock,
smiling and shaking his head no.

"Not yet," he said firmly. Lorenzo bit his lip and looked pleadingly
at the man, but then thought maybe it wasn't so bad to extend the
play, so he gave up and waited to see what Erik would do. The man
jumped off the bed and reached for a bottle from the nightstand, he
brought it back and squeezed out some clear stuff on his fingers and
then reached back to play with his own ass.

"Fuck yeah!," Mark yelled, indicating that he was in on the secret.
Lorenzo looked confused, but trusted the men. Erik worked his fingers
for a few moments and then squeezed out more of the stuff. Reaching
down, he grabbed at Lorenzo's cock and pumped it a few times, coating
it with the cold gel. The cold soon gave way to a warm sensation that
made the boy squirm, his cock was still hard and he had never seen it
get this big.

Erik climbed back onto the bed and straddled the boy, his ass hovering
above Lorenzo's tummy. He slowly lowered himself and grabbed Lorenzo's
cock, guiding it to his hole. Lorenzo stared in amazement, starting to
figure out the plan. He was going to do to Erik what Mark had done!

Lorenzo felt the tip of his cock touch the man's hole, it felt warm
and kind of gooey. Erik pushed down and the cock slid into the well
fucked hole easily. The boy's eyes widened, he had never felt inside
someone's ass. Once he had put a finger inside of himself, just to see
what it felt like when he was jerking off, but he didn't really like
it. He looked up into Erik's eyes as they opened and closed in sync
with his mouth gasping for air. The man lowered and raised himself on
the boy's cock, each time making Lorenzo feel a shiver run up his body
and then down again.

"Uhhh, oh wow," the boy giggled, not knowing how to react.

"Fuck yeah baby!" Erik growled, smiling down at the boy, "That's
fucking awesome." He kept riding the boy's cock, speeding up.

Mark slid away from Lorenzo and then disappeared behind Erik. A few
seconds later, his legs were lifted up and he felt a cold nose press
into his own hole and then a warm wet tongue slid inside him. Mark was
licking inside his hole! As Lorenzo's mind raced along to keep up his
body took over and his head fell back into the pillows, eyes closing,
he gasped for air, his hands grasped Erik's sides and rose and fell
with the man's movements. Mark pulled his tongue out and licked around
the hole in small circles before charging back in further, deeper,
faster.

Mark's tongue hit the magic spot and Lorenzo's body reacted. Before he
had the chance to warn Erik, his cock started firing inside the man.
He yelled, "Vengo, VEENNNGGGOOOO! (I'm cumming)," as he filled Erik
with his juice. Erik, working his own cock, was pushed over the edge
and splattered his accomplishment all over Lorenzo's chest. The two
collapsed against the bed and Erik held him firmly inside him.

"Good boy!" Erik laughed as he rolled over, pulling Lorenzo on top of
him. The boy's chest squished against the man's tummy, separated by a
thin layer of cream. Mark came from behind and lifted the boy up a
little to pull his cock out and clean it with his tongue, then he
licked the cream that trickled out of Erik's ass.

When he had gotten every drop of Lorenzo's juice, he lifted the boy
off the bed and carried him into the giant bathtub. Lorenzo clung to
Mark and put his head on his shoulder, smearing Erik's juice all over
the man. Erik followed and filled up the tub. They all three fit
nicely with the boy between Mark's legs, facing Erik. They took a
long, hot bath, soaping every inch of each other before settling into
bed for the night.

~#~ ~#~ ~#~ ~#~ ~#~ ~#~

It took about two weeks before Lorenzo finally felt at home in the big
giant house. Everything was in weird places and closed up, not at all
like the airy open village where everyone knew each other and felt
like family. Erik had been going to work, but Mark had taken off the
extra time to be with Lorenzo. He was fascinated by the boy who was
almost from another planet. He was slowly teaching him English and
American life. They rode on subways (with Lorenzo firmly holding onto
Mark's arm) and saw museums and parks.

Every afternoon they made dinner together and Lorenzo showed Mark how
to make "real" food. Erik came home, took off his tie and they had
dinner and played games. At night they played around, with Lorenzo
trying new ways to top Erik, and then fell asleep together in the big
bed. It was a happy little life they were settling into.

And then came Monday^Å Mark woke up with Erik shaking him gently and
handing him his cell phone. "It's your boss," he whispered to not wake
the boy. Mark rubbed his eyes and grabbed for the phone. He slid
carefully out of the bed, positioning Lorenzo on a few pillows and
covering him with the big comforter. Then he crept out into the
hallway to find out what the boss wanted.

Mark's boss was one unhappy lady. She yelled and yelled about his work
piling up and everyone covering for him. She threatened that if he
didn't come in today, she would give his accounts to someone else. He
was DEFINITELY replaceable! It was a wake up call from the life he had
forgotten about.

The men dressed together, shaved together, and headed downstairs
together. Their morning ritual of bagels and coffee and sharing about
plans for the day brought Mark back into his old world. So much so,
that he completely forgot about Lorenzo sleeping upstairs until he
slid behind the wheel of his car.

"Shit!" he yelled, turning off the engine. Mark ran back inside and
raced upstairs to tell Lorenzo he was leaving and^Å and to stay put and
don't touch anything. Guilt fell over him, but his job paid way too
much to be ignored. He looked at his watch and then ran a little
faster. Flinging open the door he saw Lorenzo's little form beneath
the comforter, so still and peaceful. He wanted nothing more than to
crawl under there and hold his baby tight, letting the morning sun
fill the room. He didn't have time to launch into a big explanation,
so he grabbed a paper from the desk and wrote out a note in his best
high school Spanish.
The note told the boy to stay in the house and he would come home for
lunch and take him to the office with him if he was bored. It said to
not answer the door or phone or turn anything on except the tv and a
light. Mark scribbled it hurriedly, forgetting punctuation and
accents, and a few verbs. He taped the note to the pillow next to the
boy's head and bounded out the door.

About 9 am Lorenzo awoke to the sound of the phone ringing. It was
coming from the office area attached to the bedroom, and he crawled
out from the comforter and to the edge of the bed. He looked around
the room suspiciously, waiting for Mark to come bounding in to grab
the phone or pick up the one downstairs. Neither of those events
happened and the phone rang. Lorenzo put one toe on the floor and then
stepped out of bed, wondering if he should answer it. He had never
used a phone in his life but had seen Mark and Erik do it hundreds of
times.

He finally decided to get it, but by the time he took a step it had
stopped. He shrugged and walked back towards the bed when the thought
hit him, "Where was everyone?" He saw the note on the pillow and
picked it up to study it. It was a series of loopy strung together
letters. He knew that letters made words and words, sentences, but he
didn't know any letters, much less words, much, much less sentences.

There wasn't a school in his village. Actually there was a priest who
taught a group of kids, but his father always kept him close by and
working, so he never got to go, never got to learn. Nevertheless, he
studied the paper praying to St. Alonso to find meaning. Lorenzo could
make no sense of it and started to worry. He wiped the sleepy from his
eyes and trudged downstairs to find Mark. He must be in the kitchen or
outside and didn't hear the phone, he thought, but after walking to
every room, he found no one.

He sat at the island in the kitchen and started to cry. What if
something had happened? He got up and paced around, thinking Mark
would walk around the corner any minute, nothing happened. Spotting
the phone on the wall, he thought maybe he could try to work it to
call for mark. He knew that you had to punch in numbers, but he didn't
know how many.

Picking up the receiver, he placed it to the side of his head and
heard a weird buzzing noise. He reached up and touched one number, it
made a beep, then quiet. So he reached up and touched another, *beep*,
then another, *beep*, and another *beep*. Finally, the beep was
followed by a ringing sound.

"Hello?" said a lady on the other end. Lorenzo asked for Mark, and the
lady said something in English and then hung up. How rude, no help at
all. Lorenzo hung up the phone and began looking around, on a table he
saw a list of words, each with seven numbers next to them. He knew his
numbers, well, enough to match them with the ones on the phone. So he
tried to dial the first number. Again some lady answered and said,
"Hey!" Lorenzo said, "Mark?" Then the lady started talking very fast
in English, so fast that Lorenzo got scared and hung up. He tried
another number with similar results. Finally he got a man on the phone
who sounded Latino, so Lorenzo asked if he knew Mark, he told Lorenzo
to hold on for a minute.

"Baby?" Mark's voice came through the phone, "Baby? Why are you calling Pedro?"

Lorenzo, finally feeling relief, burst into tears, telling Mark that
he didn't know where everyone had gone. He pretended like he hadn't
seen the note, not wanting to say that he couldn't read.  "I'm on my
way home RIGHT NOW, baby," Mark interrupted. He talked to Lorenzo the
whole drive home, calming him back down to normal. Finally he dashed
through the back door and hugged him. He took the boy upstairs to show
him the note, which was on the floor.

"See?" Mark said, "It says right here, Read it!"

Lorenzo took the note and stared up nervously at Mark. "Go ahead," the
man prompted, "read!" Lorenzo thought about what the note must say, he
pretended to read it, tracing each word with his finger. "Out loud,"
Mark commanded.

"Dear Lorenzo," Lorenzo started, "I have to go out, don't be afraid, I
will be home. Love, Mark." Lorenzo did his best to fake it.

"What? It doesn't say that at all!" Mark took the note and read it.
"Baby, I have to go to work, I will be home for lunchtime at 12. Don't
go outside and don't turn^Å Wait, can you read?" Lorenzo hung his head
quietly. "Oh," started Mark, putting his hand on the boy's back. "Ok."
He said nothing more of it. Mark pushed Lorenzo into the bathroom and
told him to clean up, then picked out clothes for him to wear. This
would count as his lunch time, so he had to hurry back to the office
and didn't want to leave the boy alone.

They drove back to Mark's office, stopping at a drive thru place to
get salads and made it there in time. Lorenzo ate his lunch staring
out the window of Mark's office which had an incredible view of the
skyline and the river. The boy was fascinated by the tall buildings
and watching the cars move through the congested intersections below.
Mark ate his salad between phone calls and emails.

The afternoon slowed down a lot as Mark had moved through most of his
work and was now looking for some downtime. Most of the office was out
on their lunch break so the two of them would be pretty much alone for
almost an hour. With a mischievous grin, Mark went and locked his
office door and closed the blinds on the window that looked out over
the cubicle maze. He pried Lorenzo away from the window and led him
over to his desk.

Pushing Lorenzo against the desk, he leaned down and pressed his lips
against the boy's, their tongues exploring each others' mouths.
Lorenzo had become an experienced kisser, learning from the two men.
Mark knelt down slowly, kissing down the boy's face, his chin, biting
softly on his neck, then lifted his shirt and kissed up the boy's cute
little tummy, lean and toned with a hint of definition in the soft
brown skin. He kissed his way up to the boy's nipples. Having
discovered his sensitive spots, Mark nibbled them to full erectness,
then sucked on them softly, causing Lorenzo to moan in enjoyment. The
boy pet Mark's soft brown hair, leaning against the big desk.

Having his fill of boy chest, Mark kissed slowly back down the tummy,
stopping at the little outtie belly button to nibble some more.
Lorenzo giggled and squirmed, a definite tickle spot. Mark smiled up
at the boy without stopping his playful assault. He traced his tongue
further down to the top of the boy's boxer briefs which sat just above
the waist of his jeans. Reaching for the button, Mark undid the boy's
jeans which fell down around his ankles. He stood momentarily to slide
off Lorenzo's t-shirt, leaving him cold and almost naked except for
the boxer briefs. Mark loosened his tie and knelt once more to kiss
the hard outline of the boy's standing cock. He had tasted it once
before, usually Erik did the sucking. Mark didn't get into it much,
but something about the cute hard boy cock made him cream when he
tasted it. Mark's own massive cock bulged against his black pants, not
wanting to be contained much longer.

Lorenzo had gotten used to sucking cock and wanted Mark in his mouth.
"My turn!" he said excitedly, trying to pull Mark up from the floor.
Mark stood and sat up on the desk, his hands against the desktop
supporting him from behind. He unzipped his zipper and his full 9
inches fell out of the opening in the boxers. Lorenzo got on the floor
and bent down, taking the huge cock between his lips and swirling his
tongue around the head slowly.

There was a definite difference in taste and smell between Mark's and
Erik's cocks. Erik kept his exceptionally clean and it usually just
tasted like freshly washed hands, but Mark's was just a little dirty,
which Lorenzo actually preferred. He dove onto it, enjoying the taste
of the man he clung to. Mark was a proud man with an even prouder cock
that demanded service. The boy liked that he could control Mark's
breathing and excitement, it made him feel powerful too. He slid his
tongue along the shaft, rubbing the head against the roof of his mouth
and dangerously close to his throat. He tried to swallow as much as he
could, but his mouth was much smaller than Mark's cock and it was hard
to fit inside.

Taking his lips off of the man cock, Lorenzo kissed down the shaft and
began pumping it with his hand, he kissed the man's heavy golf balls,
covered with a light dusting of pubes. This was definitely a natural
man. He kissed under the balls then traced them with his tongue then
moved back up the shaft. Mark sighed a long breath and gave a soft
"mmmmm" while petting Lorenzo's head.

"Oh baby I love you," he whispered. Lorenzo smiled up at him with a
mouth full of cock, loving the man's reaction. Mark was feeling a
little warm in his suit, but didn't want to be naked in his office in
case someone knocked and he had to answer. He spread his legs a little
so Lorenzo could get closer between them. He loved the blow job, but
desperately wanted ass. Lorenzo had never been fucked, except for
Mark's tongue. Mark worried that the boy was too small for such a big
cock, but he wanted to try.

Pushing Lorenzo off of his cock, Mark slid off the desk and stood up.
He put his hands under the boy's arms and lifted him up to set him on
the desk. Lorenzo liked being picked up and he smiled until he was set
down. Lorenzo slid off his shoes as the jeans fell to the floor and
sat there in his socks and boxer briefs, cock still pointing skyward.
Mark patted the desktop and told Lorenzo to get up on his knees. The
boy did as told and was on all fours on top of Mark's desk, his ass
wiggling in Mark's face.

Mark bent down and put his face between the beautiful bubble cheeks,
nibbling on the fabric of the boxer briefs. With his teeth, he slid
them down over the cheeks and began nibbling on the soft skin. With
his hands, he pushed aside the two cheeks exposing the boy's hole. It
was pink, hairless, and irresistible to Mark who began circling his
tongue around it. The boy tasted so sweet it made his cock grow an
extra inch in anticipation.

Lorenzo exhaled sharply as Mark's tongue made its way inside him.
"Ohhh, Ay!" the boy yelled out as he began to feel the warmth and
wonder of an experienced man's tongue inside him. Mark licked the
small opening and soon worked open a little more. The boy's body
relaxed and soon he was ready for fingers. Mark first worked in his
middle finger which slid in nicely and caused the boy to yelp with
excitement.

He worked at the boy's hole for a few minutes before opening his desk
drawer to fish around for the spare bottle of lube he kept there just
in case (sometimes Erik surprised him at work). Finding it, he lubed
up a second finger and worked it into the tight hole. It was a stretch
at first and he kept asking Lorenzo, "are you okay? Does it hurt? Let
me know baby!," every time the boy made a noise.

"It feels so good papi," the boy assured him, spurring him on. Soon
the two fingers worked around with ease and he was ready for a third.
The general rule of fucking is three fingers from the top, and Mark
grew more excited as he got closer to his long awaited goal. The third
finger was a little tight, but once he got Lorenzo to relax more, it
finally worked in with ease.

Feeling confident, he asked the boy if he could fuck him. "You mean
like you do with Erik?" Mark questioned. "Yes baby, it feels so good,
will you let me?" Mark asked, not really caring what the answer was.
"Ok," Lorenzo resigned, not really feeling too sure it would fit, but
he couldn't say no to Mark. Mark slid his fingers out from the hole,
then kissed it softly and told Lorenzo he loved him. With a long
squirt of lube, he got his cock super slick and lined up the tip with
the boy's hole.

He applied the slightest of pressure and the tip began to push in. He
got about half the tip when it stopped, he didn't want to hurt his
baby, but he needed to push harder. Lorenzo said he felt good and to
keep going, so Mark did. He had almost all of the tip in when he heard
a sharp "Ay!!" from the boy and pulled out. "No no!!," Lorenzo
reassured, "It's ok!!" Mark lined up the tip and tried again, this
time pushing a little faster. The head finally popped in and the boy
could relax, for a moment.

Mark held his position with just the tip inside the boy for a few
minutes until the boy got used to the giant meat invading him. Finally
feeling confident, he pushed in slowly, about an inch a minute, until
a good five inches were inside the boy. He knew the whole 9 wouldn't
fit and didn't want Lorenzo's first time to end up negatively, so he
decided to just go that far and fuck him that way. He waited another
minute and then began to slowly pull out until the tip was almost to
the hole and then drive it back in.

He fucked the boy slowly and cautiously, constantly asking if it was
ok or if it hurt. After the tenth time of being reassured, he began to
relax and enjoy it. It was the best ass he had ever fucked. Maybe it
was the tightness or the age or the fact that this boy had his heart,
but once he got inside the boy, he didn't want anyone else. He put his
hands on the desk on either side of the boy to steady himself, feeling
weak from the pleasure, and began to ride the little boy a little
faster. He started taking faster, deeper strokes, pushing further into
the boy. Finally he hit Lorenzo's happy spot and the boy squealed and
pushed back on the cock, begging to be fucked harder.

Mark stopped and lifted the boy off the desk, swiveled him around on
his cock and placed the boy laying with his back against the desk.
Lorenzo's legs were in the air, Mark held the boy's feet firmly
against his hard pecs and rubbed them gently. Their eyes met and Mark
leaned down to kiss him as he sped up his pounding. Leaning over the
boy, he slid his arms around him and held him tight, driving his cock
into the boy's ass. It felt so incredible that he didn't know how long
he could last and tried to let his mind wander a bit. He tried to
think about baseball and politics, but his eyes and his mind couldn't
wander from the beautiful boy he was pounding into.

His cock tip brushed over the boy's g spot one too many times and
Lorenzo was sent over the edge, his cock gushing cum, shooting it up
and over his nipples without ever being touched.

"Oh fuck yeah," Mark yelled into the boy's face feeling the hole
tighten up around his cock with the orgasm. He held the boy tightly
and lifted him up off the desk, raising and dropping him onto his
massive cock. Lorenzo threw his arms around Mark and bounced happily,
his body spent. His chest and tummy were covered, and he felt like he
could go for another round if Mark kept up.

The boy's intense pleasure shot through Mark and soon sent him over
the edge, filling the boy with hot man juice. Lorenzo loved the
sensation of being filled up and looked admiringly at his gasping
lover. Mark had the most intense orgasm he had experienced since
boyhood and collapsed back into his chair with the boy planted firmly
in his lap.

When the fucking stopped, Lorenzo laid his head against Mark's sweat
and sperm covered shirt and tie, trying to gather the heat coming off
of the man. He listened to the quickened heart beat and heavy
breathing that told him his man was satisfied and felt as though he
had found his place in this new life. The two laid there for about ten
minutes recovering when Mark's phone began to ring. He fumbled with
the buttons and hit the speaker phone. It was his secretary telling
him he had a meeting in fifteen minutes.

Mark got up from the chair and set the boy down on his desk, his
dripping cock slid out of Lorenzo's ass. He quickly walked over to a
cabinet and opened it, taking out a new shirt, tie, and pants. He
grabbed a pack of wet wipes and went to work cleaning up Lorenzo and
his cock. He got out of his clothes and wiped down his body and then
put on the fresh outfit as Lorenzo dressed, still smiling in a sex
induced daze.

Lorenzo spent the rest of the afternoon staring out at the city and
then using a legal pad and pencils to draw as much as he could as Mark
went from phone calls to meetings to wrap up the day. About 6, they
headed home to Erik who had made a huge dinner. They ate together,
then played again and settled in for the night. As Lorenzo nestled
into Mark's chest with Erik rubbing his back, Mark flipped through TV
channels and talked with Erik.

Lorenzo's eyes were half watching the TV as he enjoyed being between
his men. Suddenly he caught a vision he thought he would never see
again. Mark was flipping through channels idly when he spotted it and
sat up quickly, grabbing for the remote.

"Papi!" Lorenzo yelled and Mark sat up, laughing, "Yes baby?" assuming
the boy was talking to him. "No!" Lorenzo yelled again, "Papi!!" He
grabbed for the remote but couldn't find the channel. He was sure he
had seen his father, his dead father, but he was alive and surrounded
by police officers. Could it have been his father? Was he alive? Was
he looking for him? He had to know.

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Thanks for reading.

Check out my other stories,

Taige and Ryan (under relationships)
Kaleb's Daddies (under incest)

Thanks,

Mason