Chapter 23

“Man, you came buckets,” Francesco said with a smirk as he felt himself between the butt cheeks.

“Did you come?”

Francesco moved one hand over his cock. It was still hard. “Doesn’t look like it, right?”

Karl turned toward him and took his cock from his hand. Without a word, he began stroking it. Francesco gasped as the fucker took his time and brushed his thumb over the head over and over.

“Hey, aren’t you afraid this is too gay?” he asked, enjoying the extra sensation and bucking his hips up.

Karl was looking at his cock, seemingly mesmerized with it.

“Wanna lick it?” Francesco challenged.

Karl moved his head away, but kept his hand there, moving it up and down faster and faster. He locked eyes with Francesco. “No, that’s a bitch’s job.”

Francesco grinned. “So, mine, right?”

Karl kissed him hungrily. Francesco moved his hand enough to know that the other was hard again. He began jerking him off, fast and steady. The pressure on his cock was too much, and soon he was coming. At the height of his climax, he let go of Karl’s cock.

In an instant, Karl was on his feet, placing himself with them on each side of Francesco’s body. He was stroking his cock with frantic moves. “Open your mouth, Cesco,” he ordered.

He was already spent, but he still wanted to feel that new load on his tongue. Keeping his eyes on Karl, he opened slightly and licked his lips. Then, he stuck his tongue out and waited. Karl knelt and held his head, while he used his other hand to aim.

The first spurt hit his palate. The rest coated his tongue, making his entire body twitch in pleasure. Why had he fought against this before? Maybe it was just his vocation to be a fucking whore. He played with the cum in his mouth, making sure Karl watched the show. Then he swallowed and smacked his lips. “Not bad,” he said and smiled.

Karl moved fast, but when he wrapped his hand around the back of Francesco’s neck, he was surprisingly gentle. “I don’t like whores,” he said in an unsteady voice, “but I like you.”

“C’mon, man, you came twice, you can lay it a little less heavy on the romantic shit,” Francesco teased him.

“I mean it, Cesco.” It sounded as if it hurt Karl to admit that. “You could put your ass up for the entire world to fuck it, and I’d still ... Forget it.”

“Go on, this sounds interesting.” Francesco placed his hands behind his head and smiled at Karl. “Just so you know, I don’t buy it. You’re just horny. That’s all.”

And horny guys could be used. Francesco would have felt bad about using someone before. But now, it no longer mattered. He had shed the so-called morality he had before, because he finally saw the world for what it was. People like Karl and his daddy could do anything. Whatever Karl’s crime was, his dad had just chosen to send him there to teach him a lesson, not because he had a duty to pay to society. Just a little slap on the wrist. While Mouse, who had no one to have his back, was condemned to be there forever, after fending for himself because he was all alone in the world. Where was the justice in that?

“It’s true,” Karl said and pursed his lips. “What do you want me to do to prove it?”

Francesco closed his eyes and tried to rein in the victorious feeling washing over him. “I’ll think of something if it matters this much to you.”

He couldn’t just blurt it out. It would be too transparent, and Karl wasn’t stupid.

“Did Karl give you a hard time? I saw him watching you like he wanted to hurt you.”

Mouse’s worry was genuine, and it made Francesco feel guilty about keeping his machinations a secret. But he had an inkling Mouse would be against it, and he needed all his wits to orchestrate his plot and make Karl beg his daddy or whatever to allow Mouse to come with them back home once their punishment was over.

The redhead was jealous something fierce when it came to Karl. He hadn’t blinked when Francesco confessed about having been fucked by Leon. But Karl was a different matter; Mouse preferred to be the one to suck the guy’s cock only so that he could be sure that Francesco wouldn’t go with him.

He had no reason to be this jealous. But, after all, neither did Karl. These boys were not particularly rational, neither of them, and he needed to dance around them and make sure he saved Mouse’s ass while using Karl’s obsession for him.

He wished so much to talk to Mouse about the future, to tell him about how they would get a place of their own and build a new life for themselves. He was handy with cars and could find work quickly. Mouse could do what he wanted, but as long as they would be together, day after day, and night after night, everything would be fine.

When it came to getting fucked, Francesco realized that he hadn’t been too particular. Sure, Morgan was number one, and despite their rocky beginnings, Karl came a close second. Even his cum was delicious, but he wouldn’t let the fucker know that. However, when it came to him fucking another dude, ever since that first time with Mouse, he had come to realize quickly that he didn’t think or even fantasize about fucking someone else. When Karl had forced him to fuck Anya, it could have been a hole in the wall, and he would have still come. There was something fucked up in him, too.