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Prison Island
Francesco didn't wait to be told to move out. By sundown, he was already in Mouse's improvised hut, waiting for the redhead. Eventually, Karl had tired himself out, shouted himself out, and promised Leon he would be on his best behavior only to be released. That didn't mean that Francesco felt at ease or anything. He could tell Leon wasn't buying Karl's promises, either, as the giant had his eyes on the fucker all the time.
After that, Karl had disappeared for most of the day. Now, it was almost time for the sun to set, and also one for a few little truths.
And a new life. Francesco hoped for that. He would have to tell Mouse everything, that if he wanted to have something real with the beautiful boy. Then, they would see. Looking over his shoulder all the time, afraid of Karl, that was something he had to deal with, as well. He had allies now in Leon and Ollie, and Mouse was just about to become, officially, his boyfriend.
He sat on the makeshift bed and looked at his hands. To think that he had had the guts to punch Karl. There were a few scabs on his knuckles and he kept from picking at them with some difficulty.
"Hey." He lifted his head and looked at Mouse. The redhead blinked a couple of times. "Did anything happen while I was away?"
Francesco grinned. "What makes you think that?"
Mouse smiled and played along. He placed his hands on his hips and began swaying them seductively. "I don't know. There's this handsome dude in my tent and looks like a gift that barely waits to get opened."
Francesco chuckled. "Yeah. You could say that. Come here."
Mouse's smile faded as he walked closer. He must have noticed the bruises. "What the hell happened?" This time, he was no longer playful. He reached for Francesco's face and caressed it. "What did he do?"
"We fought." Francesco didn't want to feel or look like a victim. "He has a black eye, too," he added with pride.
Mouse frowned. "Karl is fucking dangerous. You know that, right?"
"Yeah, I know. But I just couldn't let him do me dry."
Mouse sighed. "All right. Each day, you'll come with me hunting. And at night, we'll sleep in turns. And --"
Francesco stopped him with a kiss. "Leon and Ollie are on our side. I don't think he'll try anything."
Mouse loosened in his embrace, but scoffed. "He will try. He's a demented fucker."
"Yeah, you can say that again. But we're practically delinquents sent to serve a sentence. If we didn't suffer, it would be lost on us, right?"
Mouse snickered and ruffled Francesco's hair. "Glad to see you so philosophical about it. We'll keep an eye out for Karl. Now come here. I don't want to waste a moment."
That was pretty much what Francesco thought, too. Mouse was soft and compliant under his hands as he lay on his back and allowed him to undress him. His skin was so silky everywhere and naturally hairless, and Francesco let him hands travel along the showing ribs, the lean abdomen and then on the stiff long cock. His mouth dried and he gulped. It was a big leap of faith, but he had to take it so he leaned over his pretty boyfriend and took him in his mouth.
A small surprised gasp let him know that Mouse hadn't expected that. He made the cutest sounds while Francesco tried to work on his cock. It was completely new to have a cock in his mouth, as his stepdad hadn't cared about fucking his mouth. It was only his ass that took the pounding, and it wasn't like Francesco regretted it or anything. The mouth thing was much more intimate than anything else, even the butt thing. So he loved doing it to Mouse of all people for the first time.
Damn, the boy's cock was delicious. Francesco had had before a vague idea that he would love to suck a cock, but this was something else. It blew his mind how good it felt to be choke full like that. Mouse didn't have a thick cock, but it was pretty long, and it gave him a thrill to stuff it down his throat and feel it like that.
"Oh, fuck, Kekko," Mouse whispered while he was torturing his own nipples with his hands, pulling at them. At the same time, he was bucking his hips into Francesco's mouth, giving him that choking sensation that was making his dick swell and hurt from aching. "Don't, please, don't stop."
He had no intention to do that. Not until Mouse spilled everything down his throat. And that would be so good, he thought, just as the redhead began shooting. His mouth filled with cum and he hurried to swallow. Next time, he'd take it all on his tongue because this was so fucking good.
"Fuck," Mouse moaned and threw one arm over his eyes. "That was some deluxe BJ, Kekko... How many guys did you blow in your life? `Cause you're making me jealous, and I'm supposed to be a pro cocksucker."
Francesco wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, feeling pretty smug. "You're the first guy I've ever did this with."
Mouse pushed himself up on his elbows and threw him an incredulous look. "Seriously? Are you pulling my leg?"
Francesco shook his head. "Nope. Got fucked, yeah. Got cocks this big," he gestured, "up my chute, but I didn't give anyone head until now."
Mouse smiled and cocked his head. "So, how was it?"
Francesco sucked on his fingers. "Frigging delicious. I'll suck you off again, that's for sure. You might have to beg me to stay away from your cock."
"Yeah, right. Like that's ever going to happen."
There was a short moment of silence between them, but then Mouse rushed to him all of a sudden, kissed him, and pushed him on his back. He was frantic as he struggled with Francesco's zipper, especially since the hard cock underneath was making things difficult. But it didn't take him long. Soon, he had his mouth full and Francesco groaned in pure pleasure as Mouse began licking his cock on all sides only to push it back down his throat over and over.
That didn't tip him over though. He could stay like that, fucking himself into the pretty boy's mouth, for hours, but Mouse did a thing with his tongue, sneaking it under Francesco's balls and starting to lick them. Yeah, he had a lot yet to learn from this guy. That tongue and its wickedness did it for him.
He placed one hand on Mouse's head to keep him there and feed him like the good little whore he was. For a moment, he opened his eyes and felt another's presence. He looked at the entrance to the hut and saw Karl there, cock in his hand, transfixed, unblinking. If he wanted, he couldn't hold it back, so he just shot and shot in Mouse's mouth while locking eyes with Karl. He threw his head back and closed them. When he came back from it, Karl was no longer there.
"Was I good?" Mouse asked breathlessly.
Francesco smiled, chasing away the earlier image. Did the asshole come while watching them right now? It didn't matter. "You're the best," he told his cute boyfriend and pulled him in his arms for another kiss. "Don't worry about Karl," he whispered and caressed Mouse's ear with his lips. "I'll take care of that fucker if he ever dares to touch you."
Mouse giggled and hugged him close. "All right, Kekko, you're the man. Now tell me in detail what happened."
"Do you want to know how Karl kicked my ass?"
"No, silly, what came after."
Francesco massaged Mouse's shoulders and looked into his eyes as they parted. "Promise you won't get mad."
"All right. Why should I get mad?"
"Or jealous."
"Oh. That sounds promising," Mouse joked.
"Leon fucked me," Francesco blurted out. "In front of Karl."
Mouse began laughing. "Karl must have been hogtied for it or else I would have come back to someone's funeral now, so you must be joking."
"He was tied up," Francesco said. "And Leon thought of teaching him a lesson by, you know, fucking me." He let out a breath and looked away.
Mouse caught his cheek and made their eyes meet. "So? That's good. You've been gagging for Leon's cock since we were still in the chopper."
"So, you're not jealous?"
Mouse shrugged. Then he pressed their foreheads together. "I would top you if you wanted, Kekko, but I like it a lot better when you fuck me. So, Leon's cock in your ass... damn, I wish I was there. Also, to see Karl's reaction to that."
Francesco had to admit that he was, albeit only a little, upset that Mouse wasn't jealous at all. But the redhead had a point. "If you're not jealous of Leon, why were you of Karl?"
Mouse smiled and caressed his face. "Karl wants you only for himself. He wants you completely, that's why he kept saying you were his wife and all that. I can't let that happen. Because I want you all like that for myself."
Francesco didn't protest as Mouse kissed him deeply.
"Are you ready again?" Mouse grabbed his cock and began to pump it slowly.
"I was born ready," Francesco joked. "For you."
Mouse snickered and straddled him. "Good answer, lover boy."
Francesco grabbed the redhead's hips and helped him ease himself slowly into his hard cock. Mouse was a champion at lubing himself with spit fast, and even if there was still a bit of lingering jealousy over all the men who had him before, Francesco liked that about him, too. "Oh, fuck, Mouse, your ass is the best," he praised his lover, as the other slammed down, swallowing him to the hilt. "Like this, ride me, babe," he urged Mouse to move faster and faster.
If that was how things were going to be from now on, he could live with having Karl watching him like the fucker he was. And it had been all worthy to punch the asshole in the face.
Mouse was jerking off above him and Francesco opened his mouth and teased him with his tongue. "Can you shoot in my mouth from there?" he challenged the redhead.
Mouse laughed breathlessly. "Sure. I'll do it."
He was good on his promise, as his cum began spurting from his cock, landing all over Francesco's chest and face.
"Let me pound you on all fours," Francesco said and spanked Mouse's ass playfully.
Mouse's taste on his tongue gave him new strength. The redhead obeyed right away, and Francesco loved the look from behind, too. He grabbed Mouse by the hips and this time went all the way in. That had to be the best ass in the universe. Even if the boy was on the skinny side, he had a good round ass made for getting dicking after dicking.
He pulled out and stared at the abused hole, now puffy and wasted. Such a nice view. "Show off your hole, babe," he told Mouse as he pumped his cock.
He sent the first shot right on it, but then he sprayed it all over.
Mouse barely had time to let himself fall on his belly that Francesco was all over him again. He kind of understood Karl's obsession with his ass now. He wanted to put his cock in Mouse's ass forever and just stay there. With two fingers, he teased Mouse's opening a bit more. Then he kissed the other's sweaty cheek. "You're an amazing fuck," he whispered.
Mouse just let out a small tired moan, in protest.
"You are," Francesco insisted and draped him with his body.
Yeah, life was finally looking up for him, even with Karl looming around.
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