In It for Life Ch.03 – A Compelling Gay Sex Story of Lust, Love, and Lifelong Commitments
A gay sex stories: In It for Life Ch. 03 AN: To answer the questions in the comment on the previous chapter:
1. Mouse will talk more about the army.
2. No, Karl didn’t forget.
3. They will work things out in their own way.
In It For Life
3.
They lay on the bed in Francesco’s bedroom, their hands linked, their eyes on the ceiling, and Mouse talked.
“At first, I fought like a mad man,” he started. “I mean, I had no idea what they wanted to do with me. They hosed me down because I stank so badly.”
Francesco snickered. “We all stank really bad. Only that we had no idea we did after all that time on the island.”
“Yeah, we were all a bunch of stinky boys,” Mouse confirmed and snickered, too. “Then they gave me clean clothes and something that put me to sleep, and when I woke up, I was in a place with a lot of sun, and part of a military unit with a mission.”
“The other guys, were like you, gathered from all kinds of places, or pros?” Francesco asked.
“I don’t think anyone was like me, which was a bummer because, at first, they were all so freaking serious.” Mouse sighed like the memory amused him. “And then, since I’m a friendly guy, I started making friends.”
“Let me guess, by offering blowjobs along with your undying friendship,” Francesco commented. He wasn’t mad at Mouse for getting cozy with his mates and doing whatever. He had no qualms with that, and strangely enough, he felt not one ounce of jealousy. In comparison, getting all green with it because of Karl’s future bride seemed like such a stupid, unexplainable thing.
“You know me,” Mouse replied and nudged him playfully. “Anyways, I got quite the reputation. Sometimes, the guys didn’t mind coming in pairs.”
“You had both hands full, then?” Francesco joked.
“Yeah. And I was having fun until the commander caught whiff of our extracurricular activities.”
“How did you get out of that?”
Mouse rolled on the side and pressed himself against Francesco. “You don’t mind me sucking off all those guys.” He said it like it was just something they both acknowledged for what it was.
“I don’t. I’ve not been with one guy all this time, except sucking off Morgan when I asked him the favor of getting a message to you,” Francesco confessed. “But it doesn’t mean that I’m upset about you getting it on with your mates. It must be lonely there, right?”
“Just boring more often than you’d think,” Mouse said and rolled back to his place.
Francesco poked him in the ribs. “Are you upset that I’m not jealous?”
“A little,” Mouse admitted.
“C’mon, with you, I can be myself. Back on the island, we did all that crazy stuff with Morgan. I just know that stuff like that is just fun. It doesn’t matter otherwise.”
Mouse snorted and pulled away from his poking. “I bet you don’t think the same about Karl.”
Francesco sighed and groaned loudly to let the other know that he wasn’t too happy about breaching that subject. “Karl is… I mean, he was always so fucking intense. With him, everything was serious.”
“And now he’s getting married,” Mouse completed what he wanted to say.
“I never thought I’d have a future or anything with him. With you, yes, and that’s what I hoped for these two years. So, how did you get out of the pinch with your commander?”
“He was a reasonable man, much to my surprise,” Mouse explained. Good thing, he understood Francesco was in no mood to talk about Karl too much. There was no point.
“So, you sucked him off, too?” Francesco decided to joke a little more.
Mouse chortled at that. “No. He’s not that kind of guy. But he told me to make sure that the guys don’t get into petty fights and jealousies over my ass, or he and I would have a problem.”
“Basically, he told you to suck them off equally,” Francesco offered his own conclusion.
“Kind of. Yeah,” Mouse confirmed. “So, all is good now.”
They fell silent. Francesco didn’t feel like talking anymore. It was wasted time, so he climbed on top of Mouse and leaned in to kiss him. The sound of his phone startled him. Who the hell could be at that hour?
It was an unknown number, but he answered anyway. “Hello?” he said when the person on the other end didn’t utter a word. “Hello?” The line went dead. Francesco shrugged. “Wrong number, probably. I suppose that it happens.”
Mouse propped himself on his elbows and gave him a long once-over.
“What?” Francesco asked, his throat dry under that stare.
“I can suck all the cock I want, but I can’t put my ass up for anyone or the commander will get pissed at me.” Mouse paused for a bit to let it sink in. “And after you fucked me so often while we were on that island, I would have thought you’d jump my ass the moment you saw me.”
Francesco smirked and climbed the bed. “Looks who’s disappointed,” he teased. “Want my cock? Deep in your ass?”
Mouse stuck his tongue out, challenging him. “How deep? I remember you’re not that big.”
Francesco made a face like he was mad and straddled Mouse, making sure to squeeze him between his thighs. He cupped his face in his palms and kissed him hard. “Spread wide for me, and I’ll show you just how big I am.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Mouse teased him and trapped him by wrapping his strong legs around him.
They were both naked, so their little struggle on the bed turned quickly into something else. Francesco took his time to kiss Mouse completely. As it happened with them, it turned sweet fast, but also urgent, so Francesco began pushing himself against the other, his cock with a mind of its own. “We’ll use lube,” he said with determination.
Mouse laughed in his face. “You’ve grown so tame.”
To prove him wrong, Francesco bit on his lips hard. Mouse moaned half in pain and opened his mouth wide. That was what Francesco wanted, so he began to push his tongue inside while looking blindly for the thing he needed.
Mouse didn’t protest anymore as he worked the lube on him and then pushed inside only when both his cock and the hole he wanted in were properly prepared. The look in the green mischievous eyes told him everything.
“A whole different thing, right?”
“Wait,” Mouse said and gasped as Francesco pushed inside him a little more. “If you don’t fuck anyone, how come you have lube?”
Francesco winked at him. “Can’t a boy play with toys anymore?”
“I’ll be damned. You’ll have to show me.”
“Another time. When you come again,” Francesco said. Was he desperate for a confirmation that badly?
Yes, he was.
“I’m about to come again right now,” Mouse breathed out. “I take it back. You’re a little bigger than I remember.”
Francesco laughed and began fucking Mouse slowly while planting small kisses on his face everywhere. Yes, it felt tight. Maybe he would have gotten a little bit jealous if Mouse had started sleeping around, putting his ass up for just anyone. Blowjobs were fun and didn’t mean a thing. But hell if he would let the redhead know about how possessive he found himself getting lately, especially of guys out of his reach, like Karl.
Mouse was here, though, and his strong thighs were trapping him hard, while muscled calves pressed into his hamstrings to make him move.