Date: Sat, 12 May 2007 22:06:47 -0500
From: mazin campbell <mazcam85@gmail.com>
Subject: Lorenzo's Journey Chapter 3

Warning, this story has sex in it, of the gay persuasion. If you're
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Lorenzo's Journey
Chapter 3

"Wait, wait, you're going to break it," Mark laughed. He wrested the
remote from the boy and calmly flipped back through the TV channels
looking through the news networks. Finally he came to ANN, All News
Network, when Lorenzo slapped his wrist, "Here!" the boy shouted. It
was the logo he had seen, but the channel now showed a box of sleeping
kittens. "It was here!" Lorenzo implored, turning to the men, looking
sad and frustrated.

Erik sat up and pulled the boy into his lap, rubbing his back calmly.
"Ok," he said, "we believe you, this is news channel and they show
quick stories, it will come back if we wait." So they waited, watching
stories of a flood in Utah and some protestors in Argentina. Lorenzo
had no idea what they were saying, but he watched diligently for his
father, repeating the story to Mark and Erik that he had seen his
father, he was sure of it. It had to be him!

Mark's normally calm demeanor became agitated at the boy's insistence.
He was very happy with the arrangement they had and the thought of a
father coming into the scene shattered his little dream.

"Let's go to bed," he said after about ten minutes, ready to give up.
"It will be on tomorrow." He grabbed the remote and flicked off the
TV.

"NOOOOOO!" Lorenzo yelled, grabbing for the remote, "PAPI!!

"Don't be heartless," Erik said flatly, taking the remote from Mark
and turning the TV on.

"I'm going for a drink," Mark said, climbing out of bed and stalking
out of the room.

Lorenzo looked at Erik worriedly, and Erik rolled his eyes, told him
not to worry and then followed Mark out of the room. Lorenzo was left
there alone, his attention returned to the TV. About ten minutes later
the two men came back, the image of his father had not returned to the
screen. Mark set his bottle of water on the side table and climbed
back into bed behind Lorenzo and then pulled the boy into his lap,
rubbing his tummy. Lorenzo's head fit just under his chin. "Perfect,"
thought Mark, still very annoyed at the thought of his father
returning.

After a commercial for the yearly opening of Christmas Village, Route
47 in Cahokia, the newscaster returned with a boxed picture of
Mexicans climbing over a fence. Then Lorenzo saw it, wiggled out of
Mark's lap, jumped to his feet and ran to the TV, putting his hand on
the man's image. It was his father, with the police officers, but he
wasn't in handcuffs. Lorenzo begged for translation and Erik listened
closely to the story.

Mark studied the image of the man who looked nothing like the boy.
Taller than the other men in the picture, his muscles showed his years
of labor, piercing green eyes and a rugged, handsome face framed with
black hair. The boy was beautiful in his own right, but shared none of
the features. Nevertheless, Lorenzo  traced a finger around his
father's head and whimpered like a dog left alone.

When it was over, Erik told him that his father had survived the
attack, but two women and a border patrol officer had been killed.
Mauricio Cabrera, Lorenzo's father, was the surviving witness. He had
taken a little girl who also survived and crossed the rugged terrain
until border patrol had picked him up. He was being held in Houston
federal court to testify against the smuggler. He was also pleading
for help in finding his son, Lorenzo whom he feared was killed.

The news moved on to a bomb going off in some dusty country and
Lorenzo took his eyes and hands off of the screen.

Marks heart sank as he watched the boy bounce around the room with a
huge grin. Erik laughed at Lorenzo's silliness and felt happy that the
boy's father was alive, he always loved happy endings.

"Please! We have to go to him!," Lorenzo begged, moving hurriedly
about the room looking for clothes.

"No, no, tomorrow we will call," Mark said, standing up to grab the
boy and bring him back to bed. Lorenzo knew it was too late at night
to do anything, but he didn't want his father spending another night
worrying for him. Seeing the resignation in Mark's eyes though, he
followed him to the bed and crawled in between the men. His heart
floated with the thought of being reunited with his father.
"Tomorrow," he said to himself, "tomorrow."

That night, only one man slept in the bed. Erik snored happily,
holding Lorenzo from behind as the boy laid his head against Mark's
heartbeat, not noticing it's heaviness. Lorenzo ran through a hundred
different things he would say to his father as Mark ran through a
hundred different schemes to hold onto the boy. Both were deep in
thought and studied the same pattern on the white ceiling.

The next morning, Mark awoke to an empty bed, he trudged downstairs to
find Lorenzo and Erik making breakfast happily, all smiles. They ate
quickly and Mark promised they would call and find out information as
soon as they got to his office.

When they got to the office, Mark began making excuses about getting
ready for a meeting. He busied himself on the phone and computer, much
to Lorenzo's annoyance.

"But we HAVE to call!!," the boy pleaded, "he is worried for me."

"We will, we will, be patient," Mark said, putting him off.

Finally, at lunchtime, the boy would have no more. He refused to go
with Mark who tried to tempt him with a great Mexican restaurant close
to the Arch. Lorenzo would not go, he kept picking up the phone and
waving it at Mark saying, "please, please!" Finally, Mark gave in. He
"googled" the phone number and talked to someone for a few minutes
before handing Lorenzo the phone.

"Baby?" said the voice on the phone, causing Lorenzo to burst into tears.

"Papi!" he sobbed. Lorenzo talked, cried, laughed, and listened for
about fifteen minutes as Mark drummed a fingernail pattern into the
desktop. He feigned a smile when Lorenzo's happy eyes met his
momentarily, then went back to being deeply annoyed. Finally Lorenzo
handed the phone back to Mark, saying his father wanted to talk to
him.

Mark was greeted by a deep, rough voice, unmistakably male. Something
in the man's commanding voice made Mark feel like a scared little boy
and for some reason it made his cock harden in his pants. Mauricio
thanked Mark for taking care of his boy, but wanted to know when he
could see "His boy," as he kept calling him which drove Mark crazy. He
wasn't allowed to leave Texas during the investigation and would
probably be deported afterwards. He didn't have any money to bring his
son to him, but said that the FBI would call Mark about how to get the
boy home.

"The FBI?" thought Mark wondering how they would question him about
finding the boy and what they had been up to. "No, no," Mark said, "I
will bring the boy to you this weekend." Lorenzo's father was deeply
grateful and excited. Lorenzo begged that he couldn't wait for the
weekend and wanted to speak to his father. His father told him to be
patient and everything would be ok. "Be good and do what the man tells
you," he demanded, using his serious father tone.

Lorenzo submitted and calmed his whining. He told his father he loved
him and then hung up the phone. Mark took the boy to lunch, but
neither of them could eat much, Lorenzo from excitement and Mark from
worry. Mark had his secretary make travel arrangements for Friday and
then called Erik to update him.

The next few days were tense in the house as Mark made his plans and
Lorenzo went on and on about how wonderful his father was. Mauricio
called daily to speak with Mark and his son. His conversations with
Mark lasted longer each day and it calmed his anxiety about the
meeting.

Mark wasn't the kind of man who went for rough guys. He liked them
young and submissive, but partly from his conversations and partly
from the stories Lorenzo told, he began having dreams about meeting
the father and even dreams of being fucked by him.

Friday afternoon found the three guys in a large black truck that
Mark's secretary had rented. They were just driving away from the
airport and into this unfamiliar city to find their hotel. Lorenzo was
practically bouncing like a racquetball around the backseat, filled
with anticipation of seeing his father. Mark had booked the best suite
in a downtown hotel with two bedrooms and a large patio overlooking
the skyline.

They checked into their room and Mark ordered a few bottles of
champagne and a variety of food for dinner. Every time there was a
sound from the hallway, Lorenzo jumped up and opened the door to
check. Finally, after the food arrived, along with a spooked waiter
who almost lost the cart when Lorenzo jumped out at him, there was a
knock on the door. Lorenzo once again jumped up and ran over, this
time he was not disappointed.

Mark and Erik watched a hardened cowboy complete with western shirt
and hat fill the doorway, glaring menacingly at the men in the room.
Their cocks both twitched and they smiled at each other. His
countenance quickly softened into a warm smile when his eyes fell on
his precious treasure.

"Papi!" he yelled, jumping into the man's waiting arms, causing him to
drop his backpack.

"Ay mi nenito (Oh my little baby), hijo de mi alma (child of my soul),
I missed you so much," Mauricio began, his rough-hewn body bending to
embrace his sobbing boy. He easily lifted Lorenzo off the ground and
hugged him close, supporting him with one strong arm. The men watched
his strong ass fill his tight jeans as he spun the boy around with a
hearty laugh. He carried the boy into the room and used his free arm
to shake Mark's and Erik's hands, thanking them for watching over his
child.

The three men sat down with Lorenzo perched in Mauricio's lap, still
hopelessly clinging to his father. They talked for awhile about what
all had happened over the last few weeks. After a few hours and three
bottles of champagne (none for the boy), Mark finally asked the
question that nagged at him from the moment Mauricio came through the
door, "Why don't you look like your son?"

The mood changed from happy drunks to silence as Lorenzo looked down
in his lap and Mauricio got very serious. "Well," he started and then
told a long story of how he grew up with Lorenzo's mom and she became
a dancer in Tijuana then returned to the village a few years later,
two months pregnant and out of money. Mauricio took her in and married
her, so no one would shame her in the village. Two weeks after the
baby was born, she got very sick and died, since then he had raised
the boy as his own. Mauricio looked down at his son and squeezed him
hard, saying, "I love him more than anything."

Erik grabbed a bottle of tequila and mini cups from the mini bar and
sauntered back to the couches. The three men drank more and talked for
a few more hours with Lorenzo sleeping peacefully in his father's
arms. Finally, they all agreed it was time for sleep and Mark watched
Mauricio carry the small boy and his backpack to the smaller of the
two bedrooms. Mark felt his heart break, knowing he could not sleep
with the boy, but he would use tonight to think of a plan, it was his
only shot.

Mauricio walked into the bedroom and laid his baby boy on the bed and
then swaggered into the bathroom, leaving the door open. All the
movement woke Lorenzo, and he opened one eye, still in a sleepy haze.
He watched his father walk to the toilet and pull out his huge cock
through the zipper, cocking his head back and releasing a steady
stream.

Over the last few weeks he had begun to see men differently, knowing
the pleasure they could bring. Thought it was his father, he couldn't
excuse the fact that it was a perfect male specimen. Mauricio shook
the last drops from his cock and then set his hat on the counter. He
slowly unbuttoned his shirt with a yawn and slipped it off, revealing
a deeply muscled chest with a light dusting of hair and two small
nipples crowning his hardened pecs.

Mauricio slid off his boots and white socks before unbuckling his belt
and slowly sliding out of his jeans. His father rarely wore underwear
and tonight was no exception. Two muscular brown, hairless globes
emerged from the top of his jeans, followed by hard muscular thighs
and calves. Lorenzo watched his father bend over to turn on the
shower, giving him a nice view of his papi's ass, his cock stirred in
his jeans and began to thicken up.

Mauricio stepped into the shower and began to soap up, casting a
glance at his sleeping boy before sliding the curtain closed. Two
minutes later the shower ended and a wet, naked Mauricio stepped out
and grabbed a towel, rubbing quickly up his legs, over his chest and
tummy, across his soft 8 inch cock and then around his back and ass.
He dried off and then folded up the clothes, setting them on a dry
part of the counter, then brushed his teeth and stepped out, naked to
the dark bedroom.

Lorenzo shut his eyes as his father neared the bed, his heavy soft
cock swinging between a pair of heavy balls. A sudden knock at the
door stopped his father in his tracks; he walked back to the bathroom
and grabbed a towel. Lorenzo watched as he secured it around his
waist. It was Mark at the door who scanned Mauricio's body before
handing him clothes for Lorenzo to sleep in.

"Thank you," said the father, "have a good night!"

He started to shut the door, but Mark stepped in, saying he wanted to
check on the boy. Mark made his way over to the bed and Lorenzo again
closed his eyes. He leaned down and kissed the boy's cheek, rubbed his
hair softly and then turned and said good night. Mauricio moved out of
the way to let the man out, but his towel caught against a table and
fell to the floor. Mark froze and then quickly looked away, realizing
he had stared. Embarrassed, Mauricio dove for the towel and laughed a
little.

Lorenzo shut his eyes again as his father neared him once more, now
holding the clothes. He felt his father bend over him and lift his
back so he sat up on the bed. His t-shirt was slipped off of him and
then he was laid back down. He opened his eyes, pretending to wake up
and looked curiously up at his father's smiling face.

"Go back to sleep," he whispered, "I am getting you ready for bed."
Mauricio felt the soft pajama pants and thermal top, remembering how
Lorenzo usually slept in a pair of briefs and one of his old t-shirts.
"He's getting too fancy," the man thought to himself, shaking his
head. But he undressed his child and slipped him into the comfortable,
warm clothes. He folded Lorenzo's clothes and then scooped him up and
raised the comforter to put the boy beneath it and then climbed in
behind him.

It felt so good to hold his baby again. A month ago, he never thought
that he and his boy would be in a fancy hotel room, he laughed at the
thought and was happy to have the whole situation done with. He held
his boy close and began to drift off to sleep.

Lorenzo soon heard the familiar sounds of his father's light snore. He
had his head on his papi's chest and rubbed his hand softly down his
father's firm abs, beginning to feel excited again. He had NEVER
touched his father's cock, but it was so close and exposed. How could
he resist? At first he just brushed his hands over the soft black bush
above his father's cock, but then a finger accidentally touched the
base of the shaft. It was soft and he let the finger trace slowly down
it.

Responding to the touch, the man's cock began to rise and stiffen up.
Not having been able to cum for almost a month, the cock excitedly
began to stand and demand attention. Lorenzo's own cock tented the
pajama pants and poked against his father's thigh.

Lorenzo leaned down, putting his face an inch from his father's
growing cock. It was huge, thick and meaty, a tall proud Latino cock.
He breathed in the scent. Though Mauricio had just showered, it still
carried a lingering musk of male sweat mixed with forgotten piss
drops. The boy inhaled it deeply, feeling his own cock bursting to get
free from the pajamas.

Daringly, he let his tongue wander through his lips and close in on
the golf ball sized mushroom head, covered with thick brown foreskin.
His tongue circled around the edge of the foreskin, it tasted so
wonderful. His body shivered from the sensation and his lips inched in
to kiss the loop of skin.

This was nothing like Mark and Erik's carefully manicured cocks
cleaned with special internet-sold male products. This was a working
man's cock that could have fought both of the other two and come out
ready to fuck again. This was papi's cock, and it had to be serviced
specially.

Putting his lips against the foreskin, he let his tongue wander
inside. Mauricio's body responded and Lorenzo heard a soft sigh escape
his papi's lips. The strong body below him tensed up as the boy's
tongue worked down and tasted the kiwi sized head, still a little rank
from the day. He closed his eyes, waves of passion sweeping over him
as he tasted his new found desire.

With his right hand, he slipped back the foreskin slowly so as not to
awaken papi and then he took the tip of the cock into his mouth and
cleaned it properly, sucking on the head, his tongue swirling around
to clean what was left in the folds.

The cock was now a full eleven inches as it arched from two heavy
balls over the man's firm brown tummy. Lorenzo slipped more of the
cock into his mouth, letting it slide over the roof of his mouth and
touch to the back of his throat. He didn't gag, he didn't even think
about it, this was too tasty. He began to rub it back and forth with
his hands, pulling up and down on the foreskin as he swirled his
tongue around the top of the shaft and let the head hit against the
back of his throat.

He was so into it that he didn't even feel the strong hand rubbing
through his hair and guiding his head to accept more of it. He didn't
snap out of his fog until he heard his father's voice prodding him on,
"Oh yes baby, oh fuck that feels so good."

Lorenzo froze; he had been found out! He let the cock fall from his
lips and it hit just above the man's belly button. He turned his
scared eyes up to his father's face and found him smiling warmly. "Oh
my baby, I missed you too, but when did you start doing this?"

"I^Å. umm^Å. I don't know." He lied.

"Are you doing this with those men? That is why they want to help us?"
He asked.

"No papi! No, I would never. Only for you papi, only for you." Lorenzo lied.

Mauricio sat up in the bed, stroking his massive meat calmly. He knew
when the boy was lying, but wanted to take care of his needs right
now. He waved for the boy to come back to his cock and Lorenzo
attacked it happily.

His lips dove onto the giant cock and this time he began to work more
of it into his mouth. He could never take it all, but he had to try to
please his papi. He once again pulled down the foreskin and sucked on
the head, then the top of the shaft, working his way down to the
middle. He would get the head all the way back to his throat and then
pull off, pumping it firmly with his grasp.

Mauricio laid back against the headboard, moaning and using his hand
to guide his baby onto his cock. "You feel so good, I love you so
much," he told his boy as waves of pleasure swept through his body.
His cock was rock hard and his baby needed juice. He helped Lorenzo by
grasping the base and pumping it slowly for him. Lorenzo's hands moved
down to papi's enormous balls and he pulled them gently, feeling the
milk boiling inside. They were warm and soft and powerful. He mmmmmed
as he took papi's cock into his mouth more, his own cock gently
pulsing in the briefs.

His heart was beating so fast as papi used his left hand to rub slowly
up and down his back. Soon he felt his father's body tensing up more
and more until papi yelled "Ay, here it comes baby, don't spill it."

Lorenzo dutifully sucked on the head, probing the piss slit with his
tongue until it was pushed aside by the geyser flooding his mouth with
hot white Mexican cream. He lapped at it, not spilling a drop as papi
used his hand to unnecessarily secure the boy's head. Lorenzo began
swallowing as much as he could, loving the taste of the juice that
should have made him.

"Ay ayyyyyyyy fuck fuck fuck fuck ayyyy siiiiiii," papi yelled as he
continued to flood the boy's mouth with his sweet nectar. Lorenzo's
own cock pulsed in his briefs and began to cum from the forbidden
excitement. He hadn't even released it, but it wasn't going to wait.
He felt the warm cream fill his briefs and move down his leg as he
continued to swallow papi's juice. "MMMMMMMMMMMM," the boy yelled,
muffled by the cock in his mouth.

Mauricio was shaking violently with the orgasm, bringing the boy's
body with him. Soon, both of them collapsed against the bed, sweaty
and spent. It was the hottest thing either of them had ever
experienced and they laid there together, Mauricio on his back,
Lorenzo on his side, his head resting on his father's tummy, suckling
at the giant, softening cock. He had come to wrestle the meat, but the
meat was too much for him, and he gladly let it win.

Mauricio was the first to stir and he lifted the boy up and into his
arms, putting a hand where the wet patch was in the boy's pajamas. He
laughed and shook his head, saying to himself, "I knew the boy
wouldn't wear pajamas. He stripped Lorenzo of the clothes and used
them to wipe them both down. They laid there together, naked and clean
in the big fancy bed.

Lorenzo was lifted from the bed as Mauricio stood up, drew back the
covers and snuggled down between them with his boy in his arms, just
as it should be. He held the boy close and listened to him sleep on
his chest. All was right with the world again.