Chapter 6

Had Karl’s dad have some unique sense to stop his son from getting his dick sucked? Francesco stood and moved away, but Karl grabbed his hand and made him follow as they emerged from behind the waterfall.

Morgan stood there, the phone in one hand, and a towel in the other. Karl made a gesture for Francesco to get out of the pool like him. Supposedly, their little get-together was over. But Karl stopped him from walking farther with a hand on his shoulder. He gestured to Morgan to give him the phone and pushed Francesco to his knees.

“Good evening, sir,” Karl said in a voice that held just a tiny sneer.

Francesco kept in a small sound of surprised as Karl pushed him to his knees and then grabbed his cock to rub it against Francesco’s cheek. It was clear what he wanted, so Francesco, burning crimson with knowing that Morgan stood right there, witness to his slutty ways, agreed tacitly to it.

He took Karl’s cock and began to lick it slowly. He dared to look up and saw Karl smiling, a lopsided grin as their eyes met.

“Yes, I’m well aware of her schedule,” Karl continued while moving his hips slowly, meeting Francesco’s moves with his. “I’ll pick her up tomorrow.” A small pause followed. “She didn’t have to go through you to remind me of what I have to do. With all due respect, sir.”

The small pause Karl took each time before saying ‘sir’ was maybe easy for some to miss, but not for Francesco. Not much lost love between those two, it seemed. Karl’s hand tensed on his head and he pushed his cock harder down Francesco’s throat.

“I know she’s going to be my wife. Yeah, it’s for my wedding.”

Francesco clamped his lips hard on Karl’s cock and grabbed it by the root with one hand. They were talking about her, making plans. He increased his rhythm, deepthroating Karl harder and harder.

Above him, a small hitched breath let him know he wasn’t doing it for nothing.

“I’m on the treadmill,” Karl replied to an obvious question. Another deep breath and a grunt followed.

Francesco went at it with a vengeance. His fingers dug deep into Karl’s hip while his other hand curled hard around the base of his cock.

“I’ll fucking be there,” Karl said sharply.

The conversation must have been cut short because Karl threw the phone at Morgan and grabbed Francesco’s head to face-fuck him properly. It didn’t take long for him to come with angry shouts and curses.

Francesco sat on his ass, fighting hard to breathe after having his throat fucked savagely like that.

They moved inside after that, Karl in no mood to talk, Francesco neither. It sucked to be the side piece, he realized. Reading about Karl’s wedding on the internet was one thing; hearing him talk about it was another.

Karl wiped himself with the towel he took earlier from Morgan and plopped down on a large velvety couch. He took Francesco by the hips and had him straddle his thighs. They kissed roughly, and then Karl’s cock was in his ass again, now a bit looser and properly lubed.

Firm hands were in his hair, and he had to force himself bend forward so that his mouth was devoured over and over.

“Best cocksucker ever,” Karl whispered as they teased each other.

Francesco couldn’t take it anymore and pumped his cock in rhythm with Karl’s upward thrusts. His cum spread all over Karl’s chest just as his ass got filled again. He got up on shaky feet.

“Was it enough?” he asked, his voice trembling just like his entire body.

Karl’s skin looked good like that, his pecs nicely decorated with jizz. His mouth hanged loose, and his eyes were wild. “It won’t ever be enough.”

Francesco nodded. It was the answer he hoped for, but that didn’t make things any better. “I should go,” he said curtly. He needed to find his clothes and go home with Karl’s cum in his ass and mouth, knowing that the fucker would get married anyway.

Karl stood and walked over to him. It wasn’t that surprising to have his chin lifted and meet that blue gaze again. “What are you getting your panties in a twist about, Cesco?”

“Where do I fucking start?” Francesco tried to move away, but Karl’s grip was firm, a sign that the conversation wasn’t over. “What? Do you want me to sleep over? And have one or more of your employees rat you out to daddy that you had some man with you for the night?”

“You could be just a friend,” Karl said, and his eyes narrowed. “It’s not like my dad would think right away that I’m fucking you behind his back.”

“His back? What about her back?” Francesco spat, aware of the venom in his words, especially the last.

Karl snorted and then reconsidered. Now his eyes were thin slits as he observed Francesco. “You ... Cesco, are you fucking jealous?” He started laughing.

This time, Francesco batted his hands away and marched out of the room to fish his clothes from around the pool where Karl had forced him to undress. It wasn’t like he had asked for this. He was fine before, when he—

“Are you talking to Mouse behind my back?” he asked as he turned to face Karl again.

Another snort was the only reply. Francesco groaned in frustration and rushed out, with the other following closely. “You are so incredibly fucked up, I don’t want to have anything to do with you,” he threw over his shoulder.

He found his jeans, but his underwear was nowhere in sight. Whatever, he wasn’t going to waste any more time, dallying around and listening to Karl and his daddy planning a fucking wedding. He got his t-shirt and sneakers. His socks were also missing in action, but he could deal without them on his way back. Karl could keep them, as a fucking wedding gift.

The annoying part was that he had to walk through the house to get to the main gate and then to fresh air. If he spent another moment here, he risked to lose a lung, he felt that choked up with anger.

Karl had put on a pair of casual pants and a loose shirt, and watched him walk through the large living room with the same amused look on his face. Francesco ground his teeth. He wasn’t going to ask what that satisfied smirk was all about.

“Wait,” Karl called after him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“My self-esteem? I guess you can keep it, as a trophy or something.”