Copyright 2021 -- Daemon D. Hart
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Prison Island
Francesco snickered at the sight of Karl sprawled on their makeshift bed. How come he was still standing while that strong fucker was knocked out cold like that? He pushed Mouse playfully toward the bed, making him stumble and fall over Karl.
"What the hell?" Karl mumbled as he struggled to push Mouse away. The redhead rolled away, laughing and hicupping. "Are you two up for an ass-whooping?"
"Nope, but we're up for a fucking," Francesco replied. "We," he declared loud and clear, "are in need of your hard fat cock right now."
"You're fucking drunk," Karl said, but he slurred the words.
"And so are you," Francesco shot back and began shedding his clothes. "I'm fucking horny."
He pulled down his cock, already erect and ready for action only at the thought of what would follow. Karl and Mouse sat at a distance from one another, looking at him.
"What?" Francesco asked. "Haven't seen a guy jerking off before?"
"What's Mouse doing here?" Karl asked directly.
"Ha, good question. He's here," Francesco drawled, "because I want you two to kiss and make out."
"Make up, you mean," Mouse piped in, always the smart mouth.
"Na-ah. Make out. Really. There's one thing I want to see you two doing, and I can die happy. I want to watch you fuck because I'm crazy about you, and you," he pointed in turn at Karl and Mouse, "and I don't want you fighting."
Karl snorted and shook his head, as he was probably fighting the alcohol in his system. "Not gonna happen. I don't want to fuck this slut."
"Why?" Francesco asked, ready for a fight. "I'm a slut, too, and you fuck me every day."
Karl curled his hands into fists. "You always want to have it your way, don't you, Cesco?"
Francesco shrugged and knelt in front of him. He cupped Karl's cheeks and kissed him. "You know me. And you love me. So why don't you do this for me?"
"I don't want him to fuck me, either," Mouse chimed in again.
"Hush, hush," Francesco turned toward the redhead, "don't be a stubborn ass, too. I want this to work, is all I'm saying."
"Be careful, Cesco," Karl said in a sing-song voice. "You don't know what you wish for."
"Right, I'm scared. What could happen? I mean, do you two plan on ditching me once you realize how much you two dig each other? I'd even be happy then."
Karl grabbed him by the hair at the back of his head and brought his mouth furiously over his. Francesco was breathless when he was let go. There was the same intense look in the blue eyes which he had come to know for a long time now. Everything Karl didn't care to share out loud was written in there.
So he stood and grabbed Mouse, forcing him to stand, as well. Then, he pulled Karl up, too, and began working the zipper first on his husband, then on his boyfriend. It was their fault he was thinking stupid stuff like that, but as long as they were his, nothing else mattered.
He pulled both by their cocks and began rubbing the heads against one another. Mouse let out a small exhale, while Karl cursed under his breath. They were free to run their mouths all they wanted, they were both hard, which meant that they wanted it. Francesco took Karl's mouth first, kissing him deep and lazily, how he liked it, and then he kissed Mouse, making sure to use his tongue to penetrate that sweet mouth still tasting of berry wine, over and over.
All the time, he continued to rub the two together, and then knelt and began lapping at the glistening heads, struggling to push both in his mouth and give them a nice suck.
"Fuck, Cesco," Karl said breathlessly.
"Ready to come in my mouth?" Francesco asked. "I want you both to come."
Mouse was resting one hand on his shoulder to steady himself and looking down at what he was doing.
"You two are different, it's true," Francesco said. "And your cocks are different. But I want them both, and you both."
He returned to performing that double suck that was not as satisfying as deepthroating just one of them, but it was teasing enough to thaw the resistance he still felt in his two lovers. He moaned loudly as he felt the cum spurting on his tongue, hot and delicious, and licked the two heads in tandem until he could sense the shudders of that first release going through Karl first, then Mouse.
"You two are so tasty," he snickered, and gave Karl a dirty kiss.
The blond resisted at first, keeping his mouth close, but Francesco insisted, coaxing him gently until he gave in and allowed him to kiss him fully. Mouse was, in turn, eager, to receive his kiss, holding on to him with both hands and kissing him back.
"Now, you do it." He pressed Karl and Mouse to move toward one another until their lips touched. "Yes," he cheered when finally, they started kissing.
Mouse was hesitant at first, touching Karl's chest slowly and kissing shyly. Francesco took Karl's hand and placed it on Mouse's ass. "He doesn't have just an awesome mouth. He has an awesome ass, too. You'll love it."
Karl gave him a long look while he continued to kiss Mouse. Before, Francesco would have withered under that stare, but now it held a different meaning to him. That was why he said nothing as Karl turned Mouse brusquely and forced him on all fours.
Francesco took a step back and watched as Karl pulled Mouse's jeans over his ass. The redhead threw a seductive look over his shoulder and dipped his fingers in his mouth only to play with them along the crack.
"Do you want me to fuck this slut?" Karl asked in a throaty voice. "Want me to give it to him hard, the way I do to you, Cesco?"
"Yes, I do," Francesco whispered.
"Why?"
It all came down to that with Karl, always. The big whys. "Because I want to watch you fuck and come inside him. I want you to love him the way you love me."
"That I can't do," Karl threw at him harshly. "Don't ask me to love him."
"Then just fuck him. Can you do that?"
Karl grabbed him and pulled him close. Then he placed Francesco's hand on his cock. "You put it in there, just so you know it's your doing."
Francesco kissed him hard and then wet his fingers. He moved them slowly along Karl's shaft and helped push it inside Mouse's ass. The low sounds Karl made set his skin on fire. Moving behind him, he caressed the broad muscular shoulders and then let his hands wander downward until he reached Karl's ass. He grabbed the hard buttocks and then fell to his knees. Karl let out a surprised moan when Francesco pushed them open and stuck his tongue right into the puckered hole. He hadn't done that to him ever before, and there was nothing he liked more than to offer Karl new and exciting proofs that he was in it with all he had.
He proceeded to lick Karl's ass, time and time, going under and sneaking his tongue lower to reach for the balls as the other fucked himself into Mouse with ample moves. It was rewarding to notice how Karl was pushing his ass back just a little more to allow Francesco to give him a good lick and play with his balls, too.
Francesco couldn't get enough of it. He expressed his pleasure through low murmurs and words of praise. "I fucking love licking your ass," he whispered, and when he pushed his tongue as far as he could, Karl squeezed his butt cheeks hard and fast, and he could tell that the guy was coming, filling Mouse's ass.
He allowed Karl to move away and drop on his back, eyes on the ceiling, breathing hard. Mouse laughed and pushed himself up, but Francesco stopped him before he finished pulling his pants up, too. "I want to see."
Mouse giggled and turned, making a show of parting the round globes and squeezing out Karl's cum.
"Karl," Francesco called gently, "look at this. Your swimmers are inside Mouse now."
Mouse snickered. "Swimmers? Who says that anymore?"
Francesco laughed, too. "Karl says. And if he says that, it's `kay." Then he noticed that Mouse hadn't come while getting fucked. "Do you want me to help with that?" He brushed his hand along the redhead's erection. "How about giving me a facial? What do you say?"
Karl pushed himself up on his elbows and stared at him. Francesco gave him a long look and bit his lips. "Don't you want to see me covered in cum?"
"Mine," Karl growled.
"Okay, yours too," Francesco said and gestured for him to come closer. He took both hard cocks in his hands and began rubbing them against his face. "Come on, guys, give me a proper facial, would you?"
He was getting drunk on the smell of their cocks, their skin, on their looks as they watched him with eyes full of lust.
"I'll give you one, baby," Karl cooed. "I'll fucking cover your face with my cum."
Francesco closed his eyes and focused on the sensations. Mouse held his head gently with one hand and guided his spurts to spread them evenly over his forehead, cheeks and lips. Karl countered with low frustrated growls, and soon there were hot new ropes of cum shooting all over his face.
He pushed himself back a little and began to brush his hands over his face, spreading their cum evenly, pushing some in his mouth, sticking out his tongue and enjoying the taste. Both his lovers were breathing hard.
"Fuck, Kekko," Mouse said first, "I really hope two guys are enough for you, `cause you're too hot."
He laughed at that. "If you two decide to get along, then I'm sold. No need for other boys, I promise."
"Or other cocks," Karl hurried to say.
"Okay, or other cocks," Francesco admitted. "Now, who's going to suck my cock? And who's going to fuck me?"
Mouse snorted. "Like that's an actual question. Come here, and I'll show you how to suck a cock properly."
Francesco stood and walked toward them. "Fuck, guys, I love you so much."
Karl nuzzled his neck and bit it, while his hand moved to cup his ass. "Let the slut suck you off, and I'm going to fuck you right."
He opposed no resistance as Karl manipulated him on all fours and mounted him like a stallion would a mare. Mouse was quick to slide underneath and grab his cock. The lips he knew so well wrapped around the head and then swallowed him whole. At the same time, Karl was stretching him to the max with his cock. As he knew the guy, there was still plenty in those balls, only for him.
Mouse grunted in surprise when he came the first time, but continued to suck him relentlessly since Karl didn't stop.
At the end of it all, Mouse laughed while still stroking his cock lazily and playing with Karl's fresh cum in his ass. "Now I can see why you're addicted to Karl, Kekko. The guy doesn't let you be until he dries your balls. I have like four servings of your cum in my stomach."
"Good to hear that," Francesco said wryly. "Now could you leave my cock alone? Any more of that and it's going to suffer permanent damage or something."
Mouse slapped his ass playfully. "Glad I got drunk with you."
Francesco caught him as he started to walk out. "Stay with us."
"I'll come later. I just need to walk off the booze a little. And I have to take a leak. Do you want to hold it for me?"
"Just go. But come back, okay?"
"Sure." Mouse kissed him shortly. "Don't wait up, though. I might be a little late."
Before Francesco had the chance to ask why, the redhead moved away.
"Are you addicted to me?" Karl asked from behind.
"I must be," Francesco replied. He sighed and lay by Karl's side. He placed a hand on the hard chest, enjoying the rhythm of how it raised and fell. "I meant every word, Karl. I really love you."
"But not enough to stop loving him, right?"
"You know that. You shouldn't ask me anymore."
Karl turned toward him and held his hand, pressing it hard against his chest. For a moment, it seemed that he was about to say something, something important. Francesco held his breath, but Karl just pulled him close and wrapped his arms around him. "Don't forget me, ever, Cesco, or I'm going to hate you."
What did he mean by that? Francesco felt his eyelids growing heavy, and Karl's steady breathing, familiar and assuring, lulled him into sleep right away.
tbc
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