In It for Life Ch. 04 – A Thrilling Chapter in this Engaging Gay Sex Story
A gay sex story: In It for Life Ch. 04 AN: The message was – I didn’t forget a thing.
In It For Life
4.
The knock on the door didn’t take him by surprise. He didn’t rush to get it, though, his steps still hesitant. Fear and excitement bubbled in his chest, choking him as he grabbed the handle and opened the door.
“I got your message,” he said, feeling numb at the sight of him after all this time.
Karl moved inside, past his threshold, looking good in his long dark coat and the expensive suit underneath. His blue gaze held Francesco’s questioning eyes, forcing him to walk backwards until the door closed behind him with a loud thump.
He couldn’t even breathe properly. The last words from Karl to him had been clear. Or were they nothing but lies, lies caused by too much pain? He gasped as Karl suddenly pulled him into a rough hug, making their bodies clash and forcing Francesco on his toes only so that he didn’t lose his balance.
“Aren’t you going to hug me back?” Karl’s voice jolted him out of his stupor.
Francesco let his hands rest on Karl’s back, and his body began to warm. He turned his hug into a tight squeeze, as they stood there, not saying a word.
***
It was so damned strange to have Karl there, sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the TV that wasn’t on. Francesco had dashed to the small kitchen under some pretext only to calm down the beating of his heart. For Mouse, he had gotten ready for two years. For Karl, he had barely had several hours.
“What can I get you?” he asked as he moved closer to the sofa. “A coffee? A beer?”
Karl snorted and looked away. He was so unnervingly silent and had been so since he had come through the door, with the exception of that question.
Francesco walked even closer, until his shins were touching Karl’s legs. “A blowjob then?” he asked in a playful tone.
Karl’s eyes shot up to him, and there was so much hidden hurt in them that Francesco didn’t feel like teasing him anymore. So he took his seat by Karl’s right and let a cautious hand drop on the dress pant clad knee.
“You look good,” he said, not knowing what could help the other start talking. “How have you been?”
“Making small talk, Cesco?” Karl asked, in the same rough voice.
Francesco was starting to feel more and more frayed at the edges as that voice chipped at him. “Anything but this silence. It’s freaking me out.”
To his surprise, Karl chuckled. That was a good sign. Francesco raised his hand and grabbed Karl’s cheek hard between his fingers. He pulled for good measure.
“Ouch!” Karl batted his hand away but he was laughing now. “What was that for?”
“Didn’t I tell you I’d hurt you if you left me for some chick?” Francesco said and laughed, too.
“Ah,” Karl muttered and sighed. “Her tits aren’t big.”
“What?”
“You said that if I left you for some chick with big tits,” Karl said pointedly.
“Really? I think I said melons,” Francesco shot back, just to show that he was remembering things all too well.
“You did?” Karl asked and turned his head to make their eyes meet.
Francesco could feel his heart fluttering in his chest, and his cock getting hard. Yeah, it was enough for Karl to look at him like that, and he wanted to lie on the floor and put his ass up for a pounding. With Mouse, it was all so fine and smooth and good feelings. With Karl, it hurt, but it felt like nothing else could top that.
He just nodded at that question.
Karl leaned against the sofa and sank in it while throwing his head back. Francesco stared at his Adam’s apple, going up and down. “I was the happiest in my life on that island,” Karl suddenly said.
“Speak for yourself, fucker,” Francesco joked. “You weren’t the one getting his ass pounded like there was no tomorrow.”
“You liked it,” Karl said with a snort. “You were gagging for my cock every day.”
“True,” Francesco admitted. “Gagging for it even now,” he added quietly.
He looked away, not in the mood for Karl and some kind of judgmental look.
“Still a whore,” Karl said like it was a simple fact, not an insult.
“You know me,” Francesco replied in kind. “So, how’s the wedding coming along?”
He had a need to punish himself by going there. But Karl was there, within reach, and he needed to piss him off if he wanted to get something out of it.
“I changed my mind. I’ll have that blowjob,” Karl said with a sneer. “It looks like something needs to keep that mouth of yours busy, Cesco.”
Francesco wasn’t impressed by Karl’s bad moods, not anymore. And the guy was there, at his house, for a blowjob if not anything more. He had Mouse now, and it had to be because Karl had a hand in it, for sure. Morgan must have talked. And like always, the one who got the favor needed to express his gratitude.
But this wasn’t about that, Francesco decided, as he slid to his knees and pulled Karl’s cock free from his dress pants. It was hard like a rock and weeping precum. Francesco threw himself at it like his life depended on that. He moaned around the engorged mushroom as he licked it and engulfed it in his mouth. Damn, he hadn’t known he had been so starved for this cock until now.
Above him, Karl was breathing hard, but he wasn’t doing anything except let Francesco have his way. Decided, Francesco grabbed one of Karl’s hand and pressed it against the back of his head.
“Fuck,” Karl whispered. “You’re the best to take cock in the whole fucking world.”
No need for encouragements. Karl grabbed his head with both hands and even pushed his hips up from the sofa to fuck his throat. Francesco had to keep his thighs close to stop his erection from going nuts. This was about sucking Karl’s cock. About having Mouse back because Karl had made it possible. About having them both again, just like before.
Karl came hard and fast, and Francesco could swear he could feel each spurt hitting the back of his throat, choking him. But he just held Karl’s thighs down with his hands as he took everything.
“Best cum ever,” he commented although he hadn’t had a chance to taste it properly.
He made a move to get up, but Karl held him there. “Not yet. Mouth on my dick.”
Francesco nodded and took the spent cock in his mouth again, teasing it with his tongue.
“Why do you have to be so good, you fucking slut?” Karl wondered.
Francesco could feel his balls getting blue. Why the fuck did he enjoy being insulted like that by Karl? Only him. Anyone else dared to say anything, Francesco didn’t think he would take it lying down. With Karl, he would take everything lying down, or on all fours, or against a wall, or bent over a sofa, or however the guy wanted.
The cock in his mouth was chubbing up again. It filled him so good, even though there was another hole in him that wanted it. He swallowed greedily, down to the hilt, enjoying the smell of Karl’s crotch. Was that woman doing this for him? Like this? For Karl’s sake, he surely hoped so because otherwise, he was getting a rotten deal. Karl’s big fat cock was the kind to be worshipped on one’s knees.
He pushed his tongue out to lick the entire length and the balls as far as he could. There was no need for Karl to force his head down since he was doing a pretty fucking good job on his own. Deepthroating this gorgeous cock was such a blessing.