And suddenly I saw him standing there, on the rocks, in his bright neon speedo overlooking the sunset on the Mediterranean horizon. I can't help but notice how perfectly those speedos outline his nether regions both front and back. Though, if I'm honest, I never thought Lorenzo would be the type of guy to wear neon, especially for a pair of swimwear.
Lorenzo and I have been good friends since the time we studied at the same boarding school in England. We even shared a flat in London when we studied at different universities. He obtained his degree in Mathematics and IT, myself in Economics. He's pretty far from most people would assume a maths/IT geek would look like, though. His frequent trips to the gym for intense routines mean he's very well sculpted, 185cm tall, and living under the same room as me means a strict and healthy diet regime for all the good fats.
I, on the other hand, would fall dead centre on the stereotypical definition of "twink". I'm Southeast Asian, and actually pretty slim. I pride myself and am thankful for my body's ability to gain mass, no matter how much I eat. I seldom go to the gym, but when I do, it's usually for cruising.
"Rafael, look!" he says to me as he motions for me to come over.
"If you look to your right, there's Italy somewhere beyond the horizon. But.."
He points to where the sun is setting.
"..if you look that way, Tunisia. Of course now we are in a country which identifies itself as European, but if long ago history was a bit different, this coast right here would've been African territory."
Oh, yes, he's a bit of a geography buff, too.
As I observed the panorama, my eyes landed on his head. He had that thinking face on him. Before I realised it, though, I was also looking at him. Making my own observation.
Dark brown eyes and hair, but when he's smiling or expressionless, he has that boy next-door face. He looks like the muscular college guy in American movies when a girl moves into a new suburb, and he'd be all smiling and charming as he casually helps lifting the heavy stuff with his muscles. As he crosses his arms together, it implies a somewhat assertive posture.
"Come now, Lorenzo. Let's put something on and get back for dinner. I think I saw a restaurant nearby."
"Yes, mother."
We put on our beach shorts and top, put our stuff back on the rental cabriolet, and drove over to the restaurant I spoke of. Luckily, it's also got a cliffside terrace, so we can still witness the outstanding sunset. The drive was short and quiet, and when we arrived we thought we'd get some drinks first.
"Hello, boys! Welcome to Malta! Maybe you would like some of our signature cocktails to start?" urged the bartender
"Sounds great. We'll take two" I requested
A sun-kissed woman with blonde hair glanced at us, whispered to her male companion, and strided over to Lorenzo. It spoke of confidence, so she knew exactly what she was doing. Her male companion was ever so watchful from his seat.
"Hi, I'm Francesca! Nice to meet you!" she chided as she extended her hand first to Lorenzo then to me.
"Lorenzo. This is my good friend, Rafael."
"Hello, Rafael. Paula, from Germany."
She was very bubbly. The smile was also very genuine; I would say it matches the tone and mood of the room. Summer, sea air, and sunset.
"Do you mind if I sit next to you?" she motioned towards the empty seat next to Lorenzo.
"The seat is empty, but are you sure your boyfriend won't mind?"
She looked back at her male companion.
"Oh, that's my friend, Flo. Nah, he's okay, he's more interested in men, anyway."
Lorenzo happily chimed in, extending his left arm to me.
"As is Rafael! We're waiting for our cocktails, but once we have them maybe let's move to a table for 4.." he suggested, as he looked around for empty tables.
"Fantastic! I'll call him over, and let's all have fun!"
She turned back towards Flo, then waved him over. He was more.. guarded, as I observed. Definitely a contrast compared to her extroverted bubbly presence. He wasn't half bad, with the toned body and biceps. I observed that his ass was also a sight to see.
"This is Lorenzo, and that's his good friend Rafael. Rafael drives on your side of the street, so maybe you'd like to get along?" she finished the sentence with a wink.
Suddenly, the guarded German smiled and allowed himself to let loose a little. He didn't hesitate to put his hand forth, shaking mine. Just then, our cocktails arrived and we paid up.
"Come! I think there's an empty table outside. And there's still some sunset left to see!" Lorenzo charged, leading the way.
As we sat ourselves down, with Flo across me, and Lorenzo across Paula, we sipped our drinks and witnessed the sun going down. I glanced over to my new acquaintance, with his wavy dirty blond hair and blue eyes matching his flannel shirt. A wait staff came and took our orders, after that we got to introduce ourselves to the table some more.
She has a PhD from TU Munich, and is working for a European airspace/defence company. He's a photographer/artist with his own studio in Berlin. Apparently, they were childhood friends.
"Ah, so you've known each other for longer than we have" Lorenzo marvelled.
"And how long have you two known each other?" enquired Flo.
"Since we were.. what, 14? 15? Went to the same boarding school together."
We chatted away until the food came and finished. And then more drinks were ordered. Lorenzo thought now might as well be the time to push the night a little more.
"Why don't you come to our rental apartment? Let's have some more drinks there? And we've got our own rooms, so no twin beds there" he clued, with almost a wink.
Flo and Paula smiled at each other.
"I'm down, are you?" first time in the night he showed more enthusiasm than Paula.
"Yes, let's go. Do you have a car? Or are we calling a taxi?"
"Rafael's driving. Tonight's dinner is on me, so you three can go ahead to the car."
As we were walking to the car, Flo wasn't the same guarded man he was about an hour ago. He asked me questions about myself, talked about his work in the creative industry, and even leaned forward before Lorenzo came out of the restaurant.
"Let's go!"
Though the drive was quiet (it was a quick one anyway), the mood in the air was apparent. Everyone was in high spirits, and it was only going upwards from here. It has gotten dark, and we had to carry our things back to the 2nd floor apartment as well.
We went up and unpacked. Drinks were flowing, and music playing. We played a bit of drinking game, too, before finally the night was heading to a peak.
Without any words uttered, Lorenzo and I headed into our respective rooms, with Paula & Flo following us each.
Flo walked in behind me and closed the door. I closed the curtains but opened the bathroom window to make the airflow better. He began to remove his shoes, and he walked to me, ever so cautiously.
His 183cm height and my 175cm were perfect. He looked at me so deeply, with much focus and intent, as if studying me from the perspective of an outsider. He cupped my face in his hands, and my hands found its way to his toned torso. It moved from his abdomen then to the sides.
Then, without hurry, he began to plant his lips on mine. I let him, of course. I'm enjoying all this.
The kiss was leisurely, steady, and patient. I moved my hands to the front of his torso again to unbutton his shirt. As the last button gave way, I moved my hands up and down his toned figure.
As if a button's just been switched, he moved his hands to my butt and carried me to bed. I took my top off, and our lips reunited. This time was different, though, as the pace went from that of a snail to that of a rushed freight train. There was much force, and I reciprocated happily.
We got off the bed briefly, to take the last articles of our clothing off. Then we lay next to each other in bed, on our sides. There, we find ourselves bare, as if without any secrets.
Then, without any warning whatsoever, we heard Paula's muffled moans all the way from Lorenzo's bedroom. They seem to have wasted no time, so we just smiled and kissed some more. I've seen Lorenzo's tool once, when we were on a camping trip to Scotland, and went skinny-dipping. I bet she's enjoying his rocket.
Again, Flo picked up the intensity. I thought I'd also turn the heat up by motioning him to be on his belly. His ass was magnificent. The rotund shape of his buttocks was an art form in and of itself!
I took it in, letting my hands move around it, taking in its size. Then, I planted a kiss on the arch of his back, which elicited a muffled moan from my guest. Finally, my kisses start to move further downwards.
Before I allowed myself the pleasure of what's between his globes, I made sure to kiss his butt cheeks both left and right, giving them equal love. On top of that, I gave them each a love bite. In a gesture of welcome and approval, he arched his back and moaned.
Then, finally, I've earned the pleasure. I spread his cheeks, and breathe in the musky smell of another man. I placed my nose on top of his little fuck hole, and inhaled as deeply as I can. Afterwards, I gave it kisses, which earned even more from the artist. I continue to repeat the process again and again until the pungent smell becomes less and less apparent.
I let my tongue out like a hungry puppy dog, licking his hole from the bottom up. Flo couldn't hold his moan in, and his right hand pushed my head further in. I firmly planted my face on his butt, pleasuring him with my lips and tongue.
Then, suddenly, we heard Paula cursing in German, and a set of doors opening and closing hard. I lift my head up, as I also heard Lorenzo calling loudly for her name, seemingly in vain. We immediately stopped what we were doing, put on our clothes, and got out.
"Paula? Paula!" Flo screamed out. She has already disappeared, and did not sound interested in returning. There goes my date for the night.
I turned my gaze towards Lorenzo, who had a puzzling look on his face. Longing, regret, and confusion. I closed the door to our apartment and locked it, knowing damn well neither will hurry back.
I crossed my arms and shrugged my shoulders
"Lo, what the hell happened?"
