by Kelsey Hodge
“Yes, of course. I came out to them when I was eighteen. I wanted to make sure that everything was out in the open before I joined the police academy. They laughed at me and said that they had known since I was eleven.” My family has been wonderful about my sexuality.
“Wow, that must be so nice,” he says with a sad look in his eyes.
“Your family isn’t supportive?” I ask, not sure how the conversation has gotten so deep so suddenly.
“No, they don’t know I’m gay,” he says sheepishly.
“Really?” I’m genuinely surprised by this.
“Yeah, it’s tough. They’re a typical traditional Italian family. I’ll tell them, at some point.” I can tell this is a complicated topic, so I change it back to the get-together.
“Hey, everyone coming out is different, and until then, you can be out with my folks. So, what do you say to Saturday?”
“I would love to,” he says, and I do a little fist pump. This feels like a proper relationship now.
Saturday comes around so quickly, and it turns out to be a beautiful day. The sun is shining, and the sky is the bright, pure sea blue that you only get on cloudless days. Lorenzo spent the night so we can go together from my place. My parents’ house is about an hour away in a town called Clifton. It has always been a comfortable house, and I’m looking forward to going home and seeing my parents, brother, and sister.
“Hey Wyatt, can we stop by the shop before we head to your parents?”
“Yeah, of course. Anything wrong?” I ask because this comes out of left field.
“I want to pick up some flowers I did for your mom.”
“Oh, she’ll love that, thank you,” I say.
“I’m trying to get on her good side, make a good impression,” Lorenzo tells me.
Thirty minutes later, I’m in the car outside Lorenzo’s shop, waiting for him to come back. When he does, he’s carrying the most beautiful bouquet of flowers. I have no idea what the flowers are, but the colors are gorgeous. They all work so well together, and my mother will love them. What makes me smile even more is the six-pack of beer he’s carrying, and I know he got them for Dad.
“You know I cannot drink and drive, right?” I call out to him as he walks up to the car.
“You think you’re so funny. I got them for your dad, but somehow I think you already knew that. Now, let’s get moving, funny man.”
He walks around to the car, opens the rear passenger door, and places the flowers securely behind his seat so they don’t topple over. Closing the door, he heads to the driver’s seat, bringing the beers into the front with him, and we’re off. I haven’t brought many guys home to meet the parents. Being a cop can hinder the love life at times, but this one is important, so I’m filled with an excitement I feel in my bones. We drive for a while in silence, both of us not feeling the need to talk. It’s nice that we’re comfortable enough that the silence doesn’t affect us.
“So, who will be at this get-together?” I jump as Lorenzo asks his question, breaking the silence.
“I think it’s Mom, Dad, my brother Peter, and sister Pen.” I’ve persuaded Mom out of inviting aunts and uncles, so it will just be immediate family.
We settle back into the comfortable silence, and before I know it, I’m pulling into my parents’ driveway. The house stands out on the street due to the light-yellow color and bright white railing that goes around the porch and runs the length of the front of the house. There’s a matching double swing seat at one end that I’ve spent many a night swinging back and forth, trying to put the worlds to the right. I look over to Lorenzo to see if I can gauge what he thinks of the house, but he stares at it, so I must ask, “Do you like the house?”
“It’s lovely, and you have a yard. I would have loved to have had a yard growing up,” he says
“So, you ready to do this?” I ask.
“Not really, but it’s too late now.” He chuckles.
We both get out of the car. Lorenzo carries the beers, gets the flowers from behind his seat, and joins me at the front of the car. I would’ve liked to hold his hand while we walked up the front steps, but he has his hands full. Typically, I would have offered to take something off him, but he wants to give them himself. When we’re outside the front door, I knock and walk straight in, shouting, “Hello, anybody home?”
“Wyatt, is that you?” Mom shouts.
“Who else would it be, Mom?” I shout back.
Just then, Mom enters the room, and I instantly hug her. My mom is a beautiful woman, tall and slender, and today, she is wearing light-blue jeans and a plain red t-shirt. Somehow, she makes that look sophisticated. Thankfully, all her children follow her, in that we’re all tall and have the same black hair. My eyes I get from Dad, and as I’m thinking of him, he enters the room. All six foot six of him comes up to me, giving me a hug. We’re a family of huggers, and I may have forgotten to mention that to Lorenzo.
“So, are you going to introduce us?” Mom asks, inclining her head towards Lorenzo.
“Oh, God, sorry. Mom, Dad, this is my Lorenzo. Lorenzo, my mom Fiona and dad Jim.”
Lorenzo steps forward. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I got you these.” He hands the flowers over. He has won my mother over; she’s swooning. He then turns to Dad and holds out his hand for a handshake before handing over the beer. “These are for you, sir. I didn’t think you would want flowers.” There it is, Dad is gone before I can warn him it’s coming. Dad grabs him for a hug.
“Thank you, Lorenzo, these flowers are beautiful. Wyatt said you’re a florist. Did you make this?” Mom says, stepping back to look at the flowers. She sets them on a table next to her before grabbing him for a hug.
“Yes, ma’am. It’s my rainbow bouquet and contains some of my favorite flowers.” I hear the pride in Lorenzo’s voice as he talks about the bouquet. I can tell it’s his passion.
“Lorenzo, please call me Fiona. I see why they’re your favorite.” Mom says, looking at the flowers again.
At this point, Dad speaks up for the first time. “I think you might have a new fan, Lorenzo. Bringing the wife flowers—good move; bringing the dad beer—even better move.”
“It makes a nice change to get flowers. When was the last time you got me flowers that weren’t from a service station?” Mom ribs him.
“Hey, they’re still flowers,” Dad replies, smiling back at her. If I hadn’t thought they liked Lorenzo already, his next statement seals the deal.
“Sir, next time you do something wrong or forget something, call me.” He hands Dad his business card. “I’ll fix you something that will make Fiona forgive anything.” He ends with a cheesy smile, and Dad bursts out laughing and looks at me
“Wyatt, I like him.” He turns to Lorenzo, putting his card in his pocket. “I’ll hold you to that, and the name’s Jim.”
“Lorenzo, be prepared to get a phone call every week. Honestly, that man is useless, and I pray every day that the kids follow me, not him. Otherwise, you’ll have your work cut out for you.”
Lorenzo smirks at this. “I think I can handle him.” Everyone laughs.
We spend the next few hours laughing and joking, and my family tells Lorenzo every embarrassing story they can think of, and he laps it up. My brother and sister are soon under his spell too. Watching them fall in love with Lorenzo as much as I am is amazing. This thought suddenly freezes me in my seat. When the hell did I fall in love? I have intense feelings for him, but love? Yet the more I think about it, the more I know it’s true. The little things feel so much more with him, from simply holding hands while watching a movie or waking in the morning, and he’s in my arms. Without me even realizing it, this man has become special to me, and I must wonder if he feels the same.
“Hey Wyatt, you okay? You looked lost for a second.” I spot Lorenzo as he comes up to me.
“Yeah, just thinking.” I look at my watch and realize that we’ll have to make our way back. “Probably best if we make a move.” Lo
renzo must have lost track of time as much as I have. When he looks at his watch, I see the surprise on his face.
“Mom, Dad,” I call out, “we’re going to get moving.”
“Really, only feels like ten minutes since you arrived,” Mom says, coming up to us. She pulls Lorenzo into another hug. “It was lovely to meet you. You’re welcome here anytime.” Then she hugs me. “Please drive safe and text when you get home.”
“Will do, Mom,” I tell her.
I watch as Dad comes up to say goodbye and wonder if he’ll hug Lorenzo. When he does, I cannot help but smile. This has never happened to anyone that I’ve bought home before. They’ve accepted him as one of the family. “Someone who brings a six-pack of beer is always welcome in my house.”
I watch Lorenzo blush. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him blush, and it’s endearing. “Fiona, Jim, thank you for a wonderful afternoon and making me feel so welcome,” Lorenzo says, and it’s the truth.
Just as I’m about to turn to make my way to the car, Dad pulls me into another hug—we do hug way too much. Dad pulls me in tighter and whispers in my ear, “He’s a keeper, son,” and then pulls apart. How I hide my shock, I have no idea, but I do. Before I even realize, I’ve walked to the car, and we’re both seated inside. I reverse down the driveway and head home.
I don’t remember the drive home being so quick, but before I know it, I pull into my parking spot in the basement. Turning off the engine, I turn to face Lorenzo. “Do you want to stay over?” I ask.
“You know that’ll be two nights in a row,” he replies with a smirk.
“Yes, and?”
“And nothing. Of course, I want to stay over. Was wondering if you would give me reasons why I should stay over.”
“You have an evil streak, you know that, right?” I say it in jest but briefly, and if I hadn’t been sitting so close to him, I would have missed it, but something like fear flashes over his face. Why would having an evil streak make him fearful or even scared? Before I can overthink it, he leans over and kisses me, and all thoughts disappear. I moan into his mouth, and I feel myself getting hard, pressing painfully against my pants zipper. “Upstairs now!” I growl at him.
“Anybody would think you want me,” he says while climbing out of the car and shaking his ass at me. Knowing exactly what that would do to me, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten out of my car and locked it this quick before. I prowl up to Lorenzo, who’s walking towards the elevator. I reach him as he’s about to push the call button, spinning him around and crushing my lips to his in a searing kiss. My tongue runs along his lips, and they part. I take advantage of plunging my tongue in, dueling with his. I push back off him with a sigh, push the call button, and stand back before things go too far in a public place. I look into his face and watch as his eyes track down my body and stop at the very noticeable line in my pants as my now hard cock fights a war with my zipper, which thankfully, the zipper is winning. I can’t miss the heat of desire in his eyes or the way he licks his lips as he stares at my cock. I can’t help but imagine those lips wrapped around me, sucking and licking until I’m a quivering mess.
“You need to stop looking at me like that before I do something that can get me arrested,” I say, my voice breaking.
Lorenzo’s eyes snap up to mine, and the blush that spreads across his face is adorable. I can’t help but gaze down his body. His nipples stick out, teasing me to be touched. When I move my gaze further, I lick my lips when I notice the bulge in his pants. I almost laugh at myself for doing the same thing Lorenzo did to me.
“You need to stop looking at me like that before I do something that can get me arrested.” I chuckle.
“Touché,” I reply. At that moment, the elevator pings to announce its arrival. We quickly get in, but there’s still an air of electricity between us I can almost touch, tethering us together. In this bubble of desire, it feels like the elevator is moving so slowly. Eventually, it arrives on my floor and as soon as the doors open wide enough to get out, we almost run to my apartment door. We’re already panting, and we haven’t even gotten inside yet. I fumble, trying to get my key into the lock. I gesture for Lorenzo to go first, but I follow close behind. The moment he hears the door closed, he pulls me around to face him and pushes me hard up against my front door, his lips crushing mine, his tongue demanding entrance. I deepen the kiss, tasting every inch of his mouth and capturing the moans that escape. I pull his shirt out of his pants and break the kiss to pull it over his head before dropping it to the floor. I run my hand over his abs and up his lean body and take his hard nipple into my fingers. The pressure causes Lorenzo to arch his back into my touch. I let his nipple go and grab the nape of his neck and pull him in for a kiss, devouring him like he’s my favorite coffee. I’m suddenly aware that my shirt is being unbuttoned, and Lorenzo is breaking the kiss to pull my shirt over my head, exposing my body to his hands.
Instead of running his hand up my chest like I did to him, he runs his hand down, popping the button of my pants while leaning in to take my nipple in his mouth and running his teeth over the nib, causing goosebumps to travel over my skin. I feel his smile on my skin as he notices my reaction. I hear my zipper being pulled down and feel a hand slipping inside and rubbing my cock over the cotton of my briefs. The pre-cum dampens the front of my briefs, and on his next stroke up, he pulls my briefs down and tucks them under my balls, causing my hard cock to stand at attention. Lorenzo takes a hold and pumps, rubbing his finger over the tip, smearing my pre-cum and using it as lubrication. I can’t help but try to fuck his hand. Just as I get into a rhythm, he releases my cock and slips to his knees. My cock is engulfed with the heat of his mouth, and the sensation causes me to moan aloud.
“Oh God, that’s so good.” I feel my orgasm building, and if I don’t stop this, I’m going to come down his throat. I don’t want that tonight, so I force myself to pull out and place my hands under his chin and gently pull him up to me.
I push myself off the door and lead him to the bedroom while holding the top of my pants, so they don’t fall and cause me to trip. Once in the bedroom, I walk over to the bed, turn, and pop the button of his pants, pushing them and his briefs down to his knees. His cock springs free and stands at attention. Turning slightly, I push him, so he must sit on the edge of the bed, and I kneel in front of him to yank his pants and briefs off. Throwing them behind me, I slowly kiss my way up his body, leaving behind a damp trail. Just when he thinks I’m going to take his cock in my mouth, I stop, causing Lorenzo to yelp with frustration. I move to the left leg and follow the same kissing pattern as I did on the right, except I take hold of his balls and rub them. The sounds Lorenzo makes are heavenly. Pulling myself up higher, I move in, licking the underside of his balls, and make my way to his cock, taking the tip in my mouth, and sucking the pearl of pre-cum that appears. I pump him deep a few times before letting it go with a pop. I rise fully to my feet and kick off my pants, so I’m standing in front of him completely naked. When I look at him, there’s no denying what he wants.
I push his legs open and stand between them, with my cock in a perfect position. He takes me into his mouth again. “Argh, that’s so good, but if you keep that up, I’ll come in your mouth. I don’t want that, not tonight.” The look I give him leaves no questions. He knows that tonight, I want to come inside him. After a quick flick of his tongue over the head of my cock, he lets go.
“Move up the bed,” I say, and Lorenzo follows my request. Leaning over to the bedside table, I pull out a bottle of lube and a condom. I’ve been trying to find the courage to ask if he’ll get tested with me, so we can finally go bare together. Lorenzo spots the condom, and a blush sweeps across his face.
“Ummmm, Wyatt.” He looks almost shy.
“Yeah.”
“I got tested and am clean,” he says in a rush. I’m blindsided for a second. He got tested, so he has wanted this as much as I do.
“You’re kidding, right?” I say in disbelief.
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bsp; “No, I have the result with me in my wallet if you need proof.”
“You’re only telling me this now! Why not yesterday?” I ask.
“We didn’t have sex last night. I was too nervous, remember? Now we are, and I wanted to let you know.”
As I remember, I laugh. “Oh, yes. I must have regular physicals with the force, and I came back clean, but you’ll have to trust me on that. I don’t have a piece of paper.”
The smile that spreads across Lorenzo’s face is all the proof I need that he believes me, especially when he pulls me in for a kiss and whispers, “Better throw that condom away; it’s not gonna be needed.” Suddenly, the desire to be inside him increases, and I cover my fingers with lube and run them up through his ass cheek to find he glorious hole and rub my slick fingers over it. As I slip my finger in, I lean over and take his nipple into my mouth and suck. The dual sensation of my finger pumping in and out of him and his nipple being sucked has Lorenzo fisting the bedsheets in his hand.
“More, give me more,” he pants, and I, of course, comply, adding another finger. I let go of his nipple so that all he has to concentrate on is the feeling of my fingers pumping in and out of him. I crook my fingers and angle them slightly until I find his prostate and rub it gently
“Holy fuck, just there. That’s so good,” Lorenzo says through clenched teeth, all the while squirming on the bed. “Wyatt, more… need to feel you inside me…”
I usually would’ve liked to have stretched him more. “Are you sure? Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yes, just fuck me already.”
I haven’t seen this side to Lorenzo, all needy and wanting; it’s fantastic. I withdraw my fingers, grab the lube bottle, and put a generous amount over my cock. Then I lean back, grab Lorenzo’s ankles, and place them over my shoulders, exposing his pink hole to me. I lean in and slowly push my tip in, watching his face all the time for signs of pain, making sure to take my time and let his body adjust.
“Harder, fuck me harder,” Lorenzo pants.
“Don’t want to hurt you,” I respond. I hear the strain in my voice. All I want to do is slam into him, so that my balls slap against him.