Lorenzo smiled.”No. Gay porn But was he part of its history, he thought? He looked down at Lorenzo as he petted his hair. Oscar’s body shook in surprise. Go away.” The Italian stud responded as he gestured to close the door.”Can I come in?” Oscar questioned, clambering the small stone step into the room. I’ll leave.” He finally conceded, turning away.But, instead of heading back inside the house, he began walking towards the front gate. He is.” He reinforced, fighting not to chuckle at Oscar’s prudeness.”What the fuck was this doing in the attic?” Oscar asked, his curiosity peaking.”I know, right? The Italian bull’s eyes shifted immediately, and his hand went for Oscar’s throat, pushing and holding him down further inside the couch. Then, after a brief moment, Lorenzo turned around and started returning to the house. Lorenzo stood there, tall, shirtless, with his twirly raven hair over his face.”What you want, Oscar?” he asked. Lorenzo swung his naked body to the side and off the bed, went to the minibar near the TV set, and poured a glass of water. “Here.” He offered, extending his hand to Oscar.Oscar took them in his hand.
