“Take it, bitch,” Karl hissed, “take it all!”
Francesco didn’t mind the second serving. Hell, he wouldn’t mind to be kept on a cum diet for days if it came from Karl’s balls. He swallowed it like a pro, enjoying every second of it, and every inch of Karl’s cock.
After it softened in his mouth, he held his head against Karl’s thigh and played with his tongue around. Karl surprised him by moving from the sofa and towering above him. He didn’t protest as the guy pushed his half hard cock through his lips and began moving his hips to the rhythm. Francesco was a bit disappointed that Karl didn’t fuck his ass like that, but maybe that was all he wanted.
It wasn’t his say to ask for more. Karl hammered his throat, making his jaw hurt a little in that position. Francesco pressed his own hard-on down with his palm, moaning as much as the cock lodged down his throat allowed it.
“You fucking beautiful bitch,” Karl whispered. “Yeah, look at me, high on my cum already, Cesco?”
He probably looked that far gone. Why did he enjoy being mistreated like this so badly? There was something wrong with him. With Mouse, sex was a nice trip, a leisure making him shudder in pure pleasure all over. Karl was making it hard, impossible, but Francesco’s cock was a fucking weirdo, right now threatening to burst through his jeans, fuck the consequences.
His eyes locked with Karl’s helplessly, and he was pretty sure they were now rolling in his head, as a third serving of cum was pumped right into his stomach.
Later, as Karl let go of him, he worked his jaw and touched it gingerly. Then he started laughing, and Karl followed.
Francesco wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and moved onto the sofa. His dick was still pulsing hard in his jeans, but he didn’t have the strength to do anything about it anyway. That would have to wait till later.
Karl remained standing, towering over him still. Francesco cocked his head and looked at him. “What?” he asked, his voice a bit raspy after having his throat mistreated like that.
“You’re hard,” Karl pointed out.
“Yeah,” Francesco admitted. “Wanna suck it?”
Karl made a grimace.
“Worth a try,” Francesco said. “No experimentation outside daddy’s jurisdiction all this time, then?” It was lame, but he needed to fish for some info on that time apart.
Karl surprised him by lifting one foot and pressing it against his crotch. Francesco’s breath caught in his chest as he stared at the dress shoe, shining like it had just been taken off the shelf. Karl didn’t press very hard and moved it slowly, making Francesco squirm.
“Cut it out,” Francesco whispered.
Karl shook his head slowly. “You want it,” he said and his eyes flashed with something.
Francesco turned crimson under that gaze. Yeah, he wanted it. “At least, let me pull it out,” he mumbled.
Karl shook his head again. “No, like this. I want to see you cum in your pants from my foot on your dick like the slut you are.”
“Fucker, that’s not even–” Francesco groaned as Karl pressed down harder. His cock was a complete idiot, happy at being rubbed like that.
He kept staring at Karl. The asshole held his hands in the pockets of his pants like he was bored or something, but he moved his foot around like he knew what to do. Francesco grabbed the edge of the sofa with both hands to stop himself from kicking Karl’s foot away. He half wanted that, but his cock was pleased with the attention nonetheless.
He closed his eyes only as his entire body shuddered with the forced release. He was panting hard when he heard Karl talking.
“Show me.” The command was curt and to the point.
Francesco huffed as he struggled with his fly, his fingers still shaking. Karl examined him with a cool look as he presented his soiled underwear.
Then, much to his shock, Karl grabbed his coat and began walking toward the door. Francesco jumped to his feet and followed. “What the hell, man?”
He grabbed Karl from behind and held him close, not wanting to let go.
“You don’t get to ask me that,” Karl hissed.
“Why?” Francesco held on to him. At least, Karl wasn’t trying to break free.
“You don’t like the silence? How about two fucking years of it?”
The injustice of it all was making Francesco tremble with anger. “You said I was dead to you. What was this? Some fucked up zombie sex? And how the hell was I supposed to find you?”
For a moment, he thought Karl was laughing, but the tremble in the strong body came from somewhere else.
“You looked for him, but not me,” Karl said harshly and pushed him away.
Francesco stumbled backwards for a moment, but he still managed to reach Karl, turn him, and press him against the door. Maybe he was nuts to challenge the fucker who was still stronger than him, but he could feel his teeth grinding in anger. “So what? I had to. You can’t be so fucking jealous when you were the one to cut all ties.”
Karl looked at him like he wanted to strangle him on the spot. “Did he fuck you good, at least?”
Francesco shook his head. “Not as good as you if you’re that desperate for confirmation.”
Karl’s eyes lit up for a moment. “You must have gotten dozens of cocks these years in that tight boy pussy of yours.”
“Not one until Mouse came.”
“Liar.”
“Asshole.”
Karl laughed and pushed one hand through his hair. “Whatever. Gotta go. Or do you want me to sit around and talk about my wedding?”
Francesco tsked in displeasure. “You’re still a fucker, you know that? But whatever, thank you for bringing him back to me.”
Karl shrugged. “I’d say ‘you’re welcome’, but you’re not.”
“What about my stepdad? I got that message by the way. Twelve broken bones. I didn’t even know if that was the correct number of times he fucked me when I told you.”
Karl threw him an odd look, but then a small smile crept to his lips. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Francesco sighed. He felt too weary to continue that argument. “Will you come again?” he asked. “My door is open, just so you know.”
“Just like your legs?” Karl sneered.
Francesco worked his jaw. It still felt sore after the fucker had fucked his throat like that. “Screw you, Karl.” He pushed Karl away to pull open the door.
Karl smirked as he moved past him. Francesco caught him by the front of his shirt and gave him a loud smack of a kiss on the lips. “Now your mouth smells like your dick. Make sure the missus doesn’t sniff you. She might wonder.”
Karl didn’t walk away, not yet. He held Francesco under that unnerving gaze for a bit longer. “Still so fucked up.”
“You’re one to talk. By the way, the answer is yes.”
“What?” Karl was staring at his lips, somewhat distracted.
“My legs are open for you, just like my door.”
Francesco followed Karl with his eyes as he walked away. No answer to any questions, voiced out loud or not.
Welcome back, Karl, welcome the fuck back.
tbc