A gay story: In It for Life Ch. 07
He was all needles and pins. He wanted Karl’s cock in his ass badly, and as soon as possible, and it looked like everywhere he turned, he only saw or read news covering the fucking wedding. Francesco wanted to reconsider everything and hate on that woman, but he still couldn’t. She looked genuinely happy in all those appearances, and it wasn’t her fault that Karl got it hard for some dude’s ass, or that her family thought she and Karl would make the perfect couple. Not to mention Karl’s dad who could presumably order Francesco off the face of the planet if he knew who his son was getting it up for.
Right now, he was watching some stupid TV show, and Karl and his fiancée had been invited. Alright, so he was a fucking sucker for punishment because he looked for all the shit that involved that wedding.
“You make such a beautiful couple,” the female host swooned like it was her getting married to that handsome man on the set.
Karl’s chosen flashed a dazzling smile at her and linked her fingers with her husband to be. “We do, don’t we?”
The female host offered a smile with many teeth in turn.
“Jealous much?” Francesco muttered under his breath. But hell, wasn’t he the same? Probably a lot of girls were, and maybe some guys, too. If only they knew Karl swung the other way, they’d have the shock of their lives. Yeah, that would be a totally different TV show.
“We’d all like to hear more from Karl,” the TV host insisted.
Karl rotated his wrist, making a small circle with the microphone he had been given like it was an item he very much wanted to get rid of. “What’s to hear?” he said in a rough voice. “We’re in love,” he added and the corners of his mouth went up like it was rehearsed.
The host blinked a few times and forced another smile. “Not a man of many words. How do you deal with it, Bea?”
These TV people. He didn’t know the girl, but strangers calling her something only family and friends should had to annoy her.
Bea smiled genuinely like before. “It’s a breath of fresh air from all the other men I know. Karl is never overbearing, and you know I like to talk a lot. I really think we complete each other. I’m the talker, he’s the silent one,” she added and laughed.
Francesco no longer listened after that point. All his attention was trained on Karl, on the line of his jaw as he stood there, bored out of his mind, and remote from the world, weighing the microphone in his hand like the useless thing it was.
He pushed his pants down and took out his cock. Who said stupid TV shows about celeb weddings couldn’t serve as jerk off material? His balls were fucking tight just by looking at Karl. One of the cameras returned to him quite obsessively, so behind it had to be someone who liked Karl’s looks a lot, seeing how the guy added nothing to the conversation between his fiancée and the show host.
Francesco took one deep breath. He held one hand over his balls and used the other to pump his cock hard. They had no idea who Karl really was. They saw the handsome son of a politician getting married to a girl of the same status, the stuff that made the headlines. They had no idea how hard his cock got when he fucked a dude’s ass, how dirty he talked, how he called Francesco his bitch and stuffed his throat and filled his stomach with gallons of cum.
He moved his fingers to touch the taint and lower. After wetting them shortly, he pushed them inside his ass, remembering how Karl had fucked him the last time. Fuck, he should have gotten the dildo and given himself a proper dicking, but he didn’t want to lose a second of looking at Karl’s face.
Suddenly, Karl frowned and touched his chest pocket. “Apologies, but there’s this call I need to take,” he interrupted the cheerful conversation between his girl and the host.
Bea’s smile faltered for a moment, but she just nodded. “Karl is getting really busy these days,” she explained to the host.
Karl didn’t wait for any confirmation from the female presenter and was soon out of the picture. Francesco’s hand stilled on his cock. Next time they saw each other, he would tell the fucker he was to blame for a pair of blue balls.
His phone rang and with a sigh, Francesco pulled his pants up and tucked his cock away, still hard. He winced as he went to grab his phone.
“Um, aren’t you supposed to take an important call?” he asked without any other introduction.
“You’re my important call,” Karl said directly. “What are you doing?”
“Jerking off. Thinking of you.”
“Me too.”
“Really? I just saw you on TV, and I’m sure your hands were nowhere close to your dick.”
“They weren’t. But they are now.”
Francesco bit his lips. “Where are you?” he asked slowly.
“In the bathroom. Hard as fuck, thinking of you.”
“Karl,” he breathed out. His cock was full hard again. “This is fucked up.”
“What isn’t?” came the reply and a snort. “I can’t listen to their droning anymore. They’re driving me nuts. The only thing I can think about is how to bend you over and breed your ass.”
“Is your cock out?” Francesco asked, dropping his voice as if he was the one who risked getting caught.
“Yeah,” Karl whispered.
“Then listen. Just listen, okay? Don’t wanna you getting caught and shit, dig me?”
“Sure.”
“Alright.” Francesco pulled out his cock. “Then close your eyes and imagine that I’m there, on my knees, ready to take your jizz.”
“Fuck.” Karl’s voice was loaded.
“I’m licking your cock, oh fuck, I’m giving it a good licking ’cause I want it to slide down my throat so easy. But first, I’m taking your balls in my mouth. They feel so nice and heavy, my mouth is full of them. I want to deepthroat you so badly. Do you feel it, my throat around your cock? Choke me with your cock, fucker.”
“Yeah,” Karl whispered. “So tight everywhere.”
Francesco’s attention was pulled for a moment toward the TV. There was a break coming, as the presenter announced, so Bea would start searching for Karl soon. They had to be fast.
“I’m sucking you deep,” he said quickly, “but fuck, if I don’t want more. More than just your cum.”
“What more?” Karl asked, his breath coming in short.
“You’re in the toilet, right? So use me,” Francesco said and closed his eyes as his hand moved faster.
“Use you?” Karl’s question came off excited and hesitating.
“Yeah, do you want me to spell it for you?” Francesco drawled the words as his eyes darted toward the TV time and again.
“Do it,” Karl ordered.
“Piss down my throat,” Francesco said. “Make me your fucking toilet.”
Bea looked ready to jump to her feet, already on the edge of her seat, while her smile was growing strained.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Karl whispered in his ear. “Do you want that? My piss on your face? In your mouth?”
“Hold your cock and shoot your piss,” Francesco continued, his voice deep and hoarse. “Shoot your cum, too, cover my face in it. Can you see me? Do you want me like this?”
“Fuck yeah,” Karl confirmed and by how fast his breath came in short bursts, he had to be coming.
Francesco closed his eyes for a second as he shot his load, too. Behind him, the commercial break was starting.