“LORENZO’S STORY - BOOK ONE”

By

B. J. Frazier

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Lorenzo’s Story - Book One

About B.J. Frazier

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This book contains erotic fiction with graphic sex and is intended for mature readers only.

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Table of Contents

Author’s Note

Introduction

Lorenzo’s Story

About B.J. Frazier

Other Works by B.J. Frazier

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Introduction to Lorenzo’s Story - Book One

This is the prequel to the series, “Perchance to Dream”. That seven-book series chronicled the adventures of Dr. Francesca Doram, a self-described sleep doctor. What she really tested, however, were the sexual proclivities of her patients.

“Perchance to Dream - Book Two” introduced Lorenzo, the Italian Adonis, who quickly became Frankie’s favorite sub, much to the dismay of Sayo Li, the doctor’s nurse practitioner and alpha sub.

This book tells his story before he met the doctor.

Lorenzo’s Story - Book One

Lorenzo’s parents died in a car crash when he was a baby. With no other relatives to take him in, he was adopted by the Benedictine Monks of St. Paul’s Abbey.

The monks adopted a handful of babies each year to fulfill their community duty and to perpetuate the teachings of Christ. Lorenzo, or “Loren” as he was christened, grew up in the monastery.

Brother Gregory joined the abbey when Loren was fifteen. Gregory was twenty-six, and he was in charge of gardening and farming. Every monk was expected to work in the farms, and Loren did his part.

Gregory encouraged Loren to learn the healing powers of plants. He took to it so well that by time Loren was seventeen, the abbot, Mark, had apprenticed him to Gregory.

The pair spent many hours in the fields together. It was never questioned.

There was no reason to question.

All were servants of the Lord.

It would’ve been nonsense to think anything different.

Yet Gregory struggled with impure thoughts of Loren, and he punished himself at night for having them.

He didn’t think he was alone in the thoughts, though. When they were potting seedlings, Loren had wiped the back of his hand against Gregory’s. That had to have meant something.

Also, the way Loren always lingered to ask questions. So many questions!

And the way Loren looked at him with those beautiful eyes. Those looks from the boy had to mean something.

Boy. He was almost eighteen.

Gregory would wait.

* * * *

On his eighteenth birthday, Loren showed up for his regular morning work.

“Good morning, Brother Gregory. I’m so excited to be here this morning!”

Loren had to feel it, too. Perhaps he had been waiting for the same day!

“Good morning, Loren. You’re always excited to be here.”

“I love the plants... and learning from you.”

“I thought we could do something different today, Loren... Brother Loren.”

The title had first been used at breakfast, but it sounded more meaningful when Gregory said it.

Loren was shy but didn’t understand why. He looked at the plants.

“Would you like to do something different?”

“I always want to learn anything, Brother Gregory.”

“Good. I’ve planned a late morning snack. A bit of a picnic, actually...”

Loren looked at the wicker basket on the potting table.

“Are we going to collect samples again?”

“No, Brother Loren. Come.”

Gregory led Loren out of the greenhouse and through trails until they came to a secluded meadow by a river. He spread a blanket and sat.

“It’s so beautiful and peaceful here, Brother Gregory.”

“Yes. I like to come here and meditate. Somehow, I feel closer to God here.”

“I’ve felt the same way walking on trails but I’ve never been here, I don’t think.”

“It’s a special place. Off the beaten trails... where no one can see us.”

Gregory glanced at Loren, but Loren was fully occupied by the beauty that surrounded them.

The pair shared a light snack and some wine while they discussed God’s plan.

Everything about the encounter was pleasant.

Each man felt comfortable with the other, but Gregory’s pulse quickened.

Gregory cleared his throat. “So, um, Lor--Brother Loren...”

“It’s okay if you don’t call me Brother. It sounds kinda strange still.”

“No, it’s proper, though. I know you grew up here and led a chaste life. But um, has anyone ever talked with you about... basic human needs?”

“We brushed over it in health. But I kinda don’t see the point. I mean, I feel so lucky to be at the monastery, with everyone who’s taken care of me. I don’t ever want to leave or change anything about my life.”

Gregory picked at the grass and wondered if his plan should be put on hold.

When he looked up, though, Loren’s brown eyes were watching him carefully.

He HAD to feel it, too!

“That’s very admirable of you, Brother Loren. But it’s okay if you get urges once in a while.”

“Yeah, they talked about it in health. It’s normal. And it’s only a sin if you act upon them.”

“Yes.” Gregory nodded. “Do you get urges, Loren?”

Loren blushed and looked away.

“It’s okay, I won’t make you say it.”

They watched a twig float down the river and tried to ignore the awkward silence.

“I get them, too,” Gregory confessed.

They faced each other.

“Get or got?”

“Get.”

“Oh.” Loren sighed. “I thought they’d go away once I reached adulthood.”

“I thought so, too. Sometimes they become worse... or more intense.”

“Have you ever had sex?”

“Yeah...” Gregory blushed and turned back to the water.

“I... I’m sorry, Brother Gregory. I’m always being scolded for talking without thinking.”

“Being inquisitive is a virtue I value, Brother Loren.”

Loren beamed.

“But yeah. I’ve experienced the beauty of true love and intimacy. I didn’t grow up in a monastery,” he added.

“Right. You speak of it fondly, so how’d you get to be a monk?”

Gregory’s face clouded over. “That’s not an appropriate story for your birthday!”

“Oh, I’m sorry if that was a bad question.”

“No questions are bad, Brother Loren. It’s just that I’d rather concentrate on positive things today. It’s a big day for you, entering the monastery officially.”

“Yeah, but kinda no, too. I mean, I always knew all my life I’d be doing it, so the fact that it’s come, today is not all that great. You know?”

“Yeah, I think I know what you mean. So... I wanted to do something for your special day, something out of the norm.”

Gregory shifted closer to Loren, who sat facing the older man.

“Thank you, Brother Gregory, but it’s not necessary. Everyone’s been so nice to me every day.”

Gregory nodded, trying to find the strength to continue.

“I... I wanted to be extra nice to you, Loren. I... I think you want it, too.”

“I don’t think I deserve special treatment, Brother Gregory.”

“Oh, but you do, Loren. You do. And if it’s okay with you, can you not call me Brother today?”

“Sure, Bro--I mean, Gregory.”

“Thank you.”

Gregory played with a blade of grass before continuing.

“I... I think about you a lot.”

“I do, too.”

“No, I mean, like, when we’re not together. When we’re in our rooms with lights out.”

“I think about you sometimes then, too, Bro--Gregory.”

Gregory was encouraged.

“What... can I ask what you think of me?”

“Oh. Well...”

Loren played with grass.

Gregory put his hand over Loren’s and brought it to his chest.

“Can you feel that?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“You’ve got me so nervous right now.”

“Why?”

Loren’s eyes were innocent yet hungry.

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