Chapter 41

“You two still have to tell me everything,” Francesco breathed out and nibbled the side of Karl’s neck. “About how you got a dicking from Mouse all while pretending that you don’t care for my dick in your hole.”

That seemed to trigger quite an interesting reaction from Karl, something between a grunt of denial and a gasp of arousal. Francesco knew it had to be good ground for doing a bit more probing. “How did you decide that you actually like getting dicked?” he asked. His cock perked up just remembering how he had fucked Karl’s tight hole in the bathroom. That, and how Karl had willingly or not, taken a fist to the nut sack just to mellow out a little and let himself get fucked.

Mouse was on Karl’s other side and he already got busy with feeling Karl’s snake through his jeans. It looked like he knew exactly what he was doing, being rough like that, because Karl threw his head back and let out short, angry moans. Yeah, probably he didn’t like the idea of liking it, but it wasn’t like he could help it if his body wanted it.

“For the record, Mouse, I hate you for being able to get him to like it, while I couldn’t,” Francesco said and stared at the redhead by craning his neck.

“Not my doing, though,” Mouse replied, grinning at him like he knew shit Francesco didn’t.

“Whose, then?” Francesco asked. “Don’t tell me it was Don--”

“Fuck you, Cesco.” Karl grabbed him by the hair at the back of his head and kissed him hard until his lips hurt. “Suck my cock, bitch.”

“Nah, nah, nah,” Francesco teased him, although his cock was already trying to dig a hole in his pants at the direct order, “it’s you who’s gonna suck it this time around. Oh, fuck, I want your mouth on my cock so badly. I’m so going to fuck your throat.”

“Kekko, you’re talking too much,” Mouse said and laughed. “This guy likes it best when he’s taken in hand. Too bad we didn’t know this shit when we were on the island. We would have made Karl our fucking cum dumpster and he’d have loved it.”

“Fuck you, fucker,” Karl grunted at Mouse’s dirty talk. “I’ll fuck the both of you so hard until you can’t walk anymore. Yeah, I’m going to take my cock for a walk from your ass,” he said while kissing Francesco hard again, and then pointed at Mouse, “to your ass.”

The redhead only laughed harder and straddled Karl’s lap. Then, he held his mouth open and let Karl have a full serving of spit.

“Fuck,” Francesco whispered. “You really like having the tables turned on you, don’t you, Karl?”

Karl didn’t reply but turned his head to kiss Francesco again and give him a taste of Mouse’s spit. “One of you better get it and now. My cock is killing me.”

“Good,” Francesco said. “You really need some putting in place, you fucker.”

“Shut up, bitch. Get naked and on all fours. I need to fuck your ass.”

Mouse dragged Francesco away and pushed his pants down. He cradled Francesco’s ass in his hands, making a show of pulling his ass cheeks apart and displaying his hole. Francesco laughed as Mouse began fingering him. Behind him, Karl was pulling out his cock.

“Who fucked Karl?” Francesco asked Mouse again.

“The same guy who likes boys like us and knows how to make us all willing and playing nice. He convinced Karl both to suck him off and take it in the ass from him.”

“Morgan? Fuck, you really mean it? Karl?”

Karl looked like he was about to kill them both, but Francesco knew that look. Karl wanted to fuck them until they begged to be left alone, not that such a thing was possible with two vet whores like them. Yeah, they liked dick, and Don was right, but they chose whose dick they wanted to get.

“I wish I could see that,” Francesco said. “Oh, wait, he’s home, right?”

“Chilling with my captain. Who knows? Maybe they’re sucking each other dicks,” Mouse said. “Well, maybe not Reynolds. That dude barely got convinced to fuck twink ass.”

“You call this a twink ass?” Francesco pushed down Mouse’s pants and grabbed his muscular ass. “I’m afraid you got to a different stage, soldier.”

“And? You don’t like my ass anymore?”

“I’d fuck it breakfast, lunch, and dinner, asshole,” Francesco teased him back.

“Less talking, more sucking, you fucking whores,” Karl said through his teeth.

He got to his feet, and then pushed Francesco and Mouse to their knees. They were both with their dicks out, but still, none of them compared to Karl’s big gun. Karl made it a point and slap them both on their faces with his cock until they started to protest.

“Nice and in line,” Karl whispered. He pushed his cock into Francesco’s mouth first, then he dipped it into Mouse’s willing opening. “Come on, the both of you, share my fucking load.”

Francesco took care of the balls, while Mouse swallowed Karl’s cock. They kissed as they pulled away and changed.

“Come on, keep your mouths close together,” Karl ordered and began pumping his cock. He was moving it from Mouse’s lips to Francesco’s, pushing in only now and then. “Fuck, have my jizz.”

Francesco wasn’t surprised by how fast Karl began to shoot. But it was fucking forceful, as if Karl hadn’t come in ages or something. Good thing he had a husband with such full balls all the freaking time. This way, he’d get fed regularly and keep his own horny ass in check.

Mouse stole the second and third ropes of cum, but, generous as he was, he fed them both into Francesco’s mouth. They played with the jizz on their tongues until there were bubbles at the corners of their mouth from so much to and fro.

Karl staggered and fell on the sofa. “My dad didn’t fuck me, Cesco,” he let out.

Mouse was still licking Francesco’s mouth slowly when Karl said that.

“I’m happy with not having that in common with you,” Francesco said.

“Now that we got that out of the way, let’s give our Karl here a proper facial,” Mouse suggested.

Karl straightened up, ready to bolt, but Mouse was fast, pushing him back and laughing. Next thing, he had his cock in Karl’s mouth, so fast that Francesco wondered just how much practice of fooling around behind his back these two had.

“Yeah, take it,” Mouse grunted as he pushed into Karl’s mouth.

Francesco didn’t want to be left out, so he hurried to jump on the sofa and poke at Karl’s cheek with his cock. “Suck me off, Karl. Put your tongue on my cock.”

Karl shot him a warning glance, but he pushed Mouse away enough so that he could free his mouth and take half of Francesco’s cock in his mouth.