Chapter 5

Karl sat by his side as the smell of cooked meat rose into the evening air.

“Don’t go sucking dick behind my back, or we’ll have a problem, Cesco,” Karl hissed in his ear.

“Not everyone’s obsessed with sex like you. And get it through your thick skull already, Karl. I’m fucking straight.”

Karl laughed, low and dangerous. “How many women did you fuck?”

“None of your fucking business. Do you want to jerk off to stories of my girlfriends or something?”

Karl threw him a weird look. Maybe he wasn’t that much off the mark with that. Francesco shrugged and sank his teeth into the meat roasted over the fire. It was hard and stringy, but it the best meal he had ever had.

He ignored Karl’s hard stare as he ate. From time to time, he looked over at Mouse who was across from him. Their eyes met, and his heart beat faster.

He was sleeping soundly when someone began shaking his shoulder.

“Hey, Cesco, wake up.”

He blinked a few times. “Karl?”

“Come with me a little.”

He didn’t want to do that. All the warnings from Mouse came back to him, but refusing Karl made him a pussy, and he could do without that. After all, what could Karl do? Unless he pulled out that knife on him, he could handle Karl.

“Okay,” he said and rubbed his eyes.

He followed as they walked a bit away from the camp, and stopped when he stopped.

“Well, not bad for a first day, huh?” Karl began.

“I suppose.” Francesco was on guard. Who knew what the asshole wanted?

“Am I a good leader or what?”

Francesco snorted. “Are you looking for my approval or something?”

“Yeah. I want to know what you think.”

“Why?”

Karl came closer, filling him with apprehension. “Because I care about that.”

Francesco fought against his gut instinct telling him to flee. Karl was so close now that he could feel his breath. “Oh, right. Where does that fit between you spouting all that bullshit about wanting to fuck my ass and this?”

“I want to fuck your ass,” Karl said matter-of-factly.

“Seriously, dude. You’ve never have a girlfriend? Like never?”

Karl tsked. “And you have? You still didn’t tell me how many.”

“More than your accusation counts.” Francesco crossed his arms, trying to look unintimidated.

Their eyes were getting accustomed to the dark and the faint light of the moon. Still, it was a scent of something dangerous coming from Karl putting him on the edge, and not what he could see.

“Tell me about that. Tell me about those pussies,” Karl said heatedly.

“I don’t kiss and tell, idiot.”

Karl laughed. “Ah, so you’re full of crap.”

Francesco could feel the advantage slipping through his fingers. “I’m not. Maybe you’ve never had a girlfriend because you’re an asshole with girls.”

“You’re the asshole, Cesco. Oh, fuck, I bet you’re so tight,” Karl whispered and grabbed him suddenly.

They fell to the ground, Karl on top of him and grinding against him like an animal in heat. Francesco set his jaw hard and tried to push against his attacker. Karl was so much stronger it was frightening.

Karl stuck out his tongue and began licking Francesco’s face anywhere he could. “Fuck, I can barely wait,” he continued.

Karl’s tool was hard and poking him in the groin. To his horror, Francesco sensed his cock reacting to that. He hated this asshole, and his cock was a retard. Karl pinned his wrists above his head and tried to stick his tongue inside his mouth. Francesco moved his head around not wanting that after having kissed Mouse earlier.

He didn’t want to be forced again, and especially not by an asshole the same age as him. Once he got branded a bitch, his life was over.

Francesco thrashed and whimpered as Karl lodged his hard cock right against his, making him part his legs and buck his hips. Suddenly, the pressure was gone and he saw Karl being lifted off him like a toy.

Leon’s tall stature came into view. “Leave Francesco alone, Karl,” he said in a stern voice.

“Hey, hey, we were just playing,” Karl protested, but Leon grabbed him by the back of the neck and led him away.

Then, Mouse appeared in his view, lending him a hand so that he could get up.

“Thanks,” Francesco murmured.

“What the hell, man?” Mouse whispered angrily. “I told you not to get alone with this fucker, didn’t I?”

Francesco rebelled at that. “You’re not my fucking mom.”

“Oh, yeah? So you want his cock in your ass?”

“No, what the hell?”

“Then stop being stupid, Kekko. Leon wasn’t happy when I woke him up to come here to save your sorry ass.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I followed you two here. I cannot take Karl, and I’m not insane to go against him. He would wreck me. Leon is the only one who can stand up to him and put him down. But we shouldn’t abuse his goodwill, right?”

Francesco nodded, chastised. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry about it. And thanks.” He rubbed his wrists where Karl had kept them in a vice-like grip.

“What did he do?” Mouse took his hands and began caressing them.

“Nothing,” Francesco denied. “Thanks to you and Leon.”

“Let’s go back,” Mouse said.

Francesco walked after him and before they reached the camp, he patted Mouse’s shoulder. “I really mean it, man,” he said when Mouse turned.

He walked closer and took Mouse in his arms. The other boy said nothing as Francesco took his lips and this time made it count. He moved his lips slowly and used his tongue to tease. He kept in a smile as Mouse began sucking gently on his tongue. Maybe he wasn’t good with kisses, but Mouse looked like he knew how to use his mouth, after all.