Chapter 19

“Is Karl taking good care of you boys?” Morgan asked as Francesco stood, ready to leave.

“In his own way, I suppose.” He didn’t have the heart to tell on Karl and his stupid ways of affirming himself as a leader. Even if he didn’t agree with him and the others, they were his tribe. As much as he liked Morgan, the man was an outsider.

“Lost boys.” Morgan shook his head. “Adults should take better care of their kids.”

“Do you mean Karl’s dad?”

“No, people in general. Take good care of the others, Francesco. You’re a smart boy.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“Your own way.” Morgan smiled at him and ruffled his hair. “Some boys are even more lost than others. That kid, Ahab.”

Francesco perked his ears up. “Mouse?”

“Yeah, that’s him. You take good care of him, Francesco.”

“Why me?”

“Because unlike you, he really doesn’t have anyone else in the world. You still have your mom, Karl comes from money and a good family, Leon has his little boyfriend.”

“What about Ty and Anya?” Francesco asked, now curious of what Morgan knew.

“Ty comes from a middle class family. His crime was just a tiny bit political, you know, enough to warrant making an example out of him. But he’ll go back and forget about everything. He’s an easygoing kid. He’ll go to college, dye his hair blue or another color.”

Francesco snickered at that. And then, he realized that Morgan was leaving someone out. “Anya?” he asked again.

Morgan sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Difficult case. I’ll have someone look into him when you boys are back from here.”

“Why is his case difficult?”

“Aren’t you curious?” Morgan bumped his fist gently against Francesco’s chin. “Involvement with organized crime. Lover of a kingpin, the guy he tried to kill in his sleep. Does that answer your question?”

“Will he be in danger once back?”

Morgan nodded. “Don’t worry; we have the means to make him disappear. You know, fall off that bad guy’s radar.”

“What do you know about Ahab, Mr. Morgan?” Francesco was in awe over how many things the man knew, and now felt the need to be polite.

“What’s with the ‘Mr.’ thing?” Morgan moved closer and wrapped one arm around him. Francesco had to tilt back his head to keep eye contact. He didn’t blink as the man pushed away the strands from his eyes. “Minutes ago, I was balls deep in your sexy ass.”

Francesco could feel his entire face on fire. This man had the gift to make him feel small and vulnerable, but safe at the same time. And he clearly didn’t want to divulge any more information. “Will I see you again?” he blurted out.

Morgan shook his head slowly. “I’m never in the same place twice.”

“Those guys ... did you...” Francesco swallowed his words. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to ask things like that.

“Don’t worry your pretty head.” Morgan kissed him and Francesco held on to him, not wanting to let go just yet. He moaned and pushed against the other, to let his desire known.

Morgan didn’t need any extra cue. First, he grabbed Francesco’s crotch, assessing the situation, and then he moved his hand to grab his ass. “I’m starting to get what these boys see in you,” Morgan whispered in his ear. “Turn and present that delicious ass.”

Francesco didn’t need to be told twice. He turned and lowered his jeans.

“Go sit over there, hands against that tree,” Morgan ordered.

He felt the bark with his fingers and closed his eyes for a moment. Morgan was behind him and this time, when he was speared by the guy’s cock, it went all in from the first try. There was still plenty of cum to serve as lubrication, and it fucking worked like a charm.

“I don’t usually fuck boys like you,” Morgan whispered, teasing his ear. “But there’s something about you, in your eyes, that just says ‘fuck me’.”

Francesco shivered as Morgan kissed his neck. He was bucking his hips back, enjoying every thrust.

“Are you happy with yourself?” Morgan teased him in a husky voice. “Making any man or boy with a working cock want to fuck you silly?”

“How do I do that?” Francesco moaned.

“Too bad that you don’t know. You’d make much more powerful men than me lose their heads over you. You’re sex on a stick, baby, yeah, that’s what you are.”

He was hard from words and pounding. From all the guys who had fucked him, Morgan was the first to make it clear that he was desirable in a way that didn’t make him feel bad about himself. Yet, he tensed, waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Morgan to say something that would make him feel like the whore he was.

He sobbed and pressed his forehead against the bark.

“Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” Morgan cooed, while slowing down the rhythm of his hips.

“I’m ... a ... whore...” Francesco admitted.

“Hush, hush, now. You’re not a whore.”

“But I want cock all the time,” he complained and pushed back, desperate for Morgan to pick up again and fucked him right.

“That’s not bad, baby,” Morgan said and began fucking him again. “It’s who you are. You’re beautiful and sexy and made for men to fuck. You’re the best fuck I had in a long time.”

“I am?”

“Yeah, sweetie, you are. You totally are.”

Morgan stopped his fears and trembling by turning his face and kissing him. He kept him like that until there was another load shot straight in his ass and he spurted against the tree like a hose.

“Let me wipe you well,” Morgan said and came back with the tissues.

Francesco enjoyed all that warm cum pouring down on the inside of his thighs. He rested against the tree as the man took care of wiping him carefully. He snickered when Morgan caressed his balls and gasped when the touch turned into a slight squeeze.

“You stay out of my way, Francesco, or I might mistake this job for being on a fucking holiday. You know, a holiday on which you go only for fucking.” Morgan chuckled.