In It For Life

42.

“What are you boys up to?” Morgan asked, but he had a look in his eyes that told Francesco that at least one of the daddies was locked and loaded. The bodyguard even grabbed his crotch to adjust the position of his cock, and that was a telling sign. Captain Reynolds was a little less straightforward and was trying to keep a stoic face while doing his bestest not to look too long at either of them. Francesco wondered how Mouse got this guy, who looked good enough to walk the straight and narrow, to fuck his cum hungry ass. Nonetheless, he was thankful for it, because the captain knew how to fuck really good. Even remembering how it had been to get hammered by the guy’s tool was enough to make him extra hard. The fact that he had just come earlier didn’t even matter.

“You know,” Mouse drawled as he was the only one who thought of replying to Morgan’s question. What went through Karl’s head, Francesco didn’t even dare to fathom. If it’s was a damn mystery that Mouse could make his commander bend him over and give him a good dicking, a bigger one was Karl doing the same for Morgan. That was a relationship of a particular kind right there, and Francesco wanted to learn about it.

“We don’t know,” Morgan said playfully and took a seat on the sofa, while his nostrils flared.

It had to smell so bad of jizz, even with the AC on, and Morgan could feel it. Francesco stared shamelessly at the bulge in the guy’s pants. He touched his own through his jeans, squeezing hard.

“Francesco wants a gangbang,” Karl professed loud and clear all of a sudden.

“What the fuck, asshole?” Francesco exclaimed, more by force of habit than anything else. By now, he should have known Karl was that kind of asshole. No surprises there. “Weren’t you saying that my holes belong to you only?”

“They do belong to me,” Karl admitted, “but I need to pass you around friends now and then, or else your bitch mind might start to wander.”

“Wander where exactly?” With the question, Francesco put on a glare.

Karl shrugged. “To other cocks. Don’t worry, Cesco, after everyone’s gone to their homes and shit, I have some cool stuff planned for you. You’ll never miss cum or cock in your life.”

“I have no idea what you mean by that, and I don’t care. And, at most, I want an orgy, not a gangbang.”

Karl grinned and pulled him close, feeling his cock with one rough hand. Even through the jeans, Francesco felt it. He could see that husband of his getting into serious shit, like a bit of S&M. He really had the internal makeup and messed up head for it.

To save face, he feigned indifference and eyed the other men in the room. “Why is everyone still dressed? If we’re going to have an orgy, let’s make it happen. Off with your clothes.” To show that he knew how to be in charge of that kind of party, he stood from Karl’s arms and took off his tee. Just the same, he continued to drop his jeans and underwear, and in under a minute, he was completely naked.

Karl stood and walked over to him. The other men in the room were watching him, and Francesco felt his cock getting harder and harder. Mouse laughed and brushed the back of his hand against his erection. “I think Karl really wants you to have all of us today, Kekko.”

“Hey,” he started to protest, although his cock twitched at the suggestion.

Karl grabbed him by the back of the neck and forced him on the sofa, ass up, back arched and head thrown back. “I have a whore of a husband,” he said matter-of-factly, “so he needs a lot of cock in his life.”

Francesco was done with protesting. He just pushed his ass back and wiggled it, while the others were eyeing him with wolfish eyes and smiles. He watched, as much as Karl’s hand in his hair allowed, as Morgan and captain Reynolds began losing their clothes, showing off their weathered, hairy bodies. He moaned only thinking of getting a ride from every man in the room.

As engrossed as he was in how the daddies put themselves on display for him, he was surprised to feel Mouse sliding under him, just as naked. His lover smacked his backside playfully to get his attention. “I’ll go in your ass first, but Karl tells me a bit of stretching won’t hurt you.”

“What?” Francesco asked, too horny to understand what Mouse was saying.

When Mouse slid inside his ass, and a second cock followed, he understood. He was being packed between his two boyfriends or husbands or whatever they wanted to be called. But what really made his cock twitch in pleasure was what Morgan and captain Reynolds were saying to each other.

“He’s taking two cocks, just like that?” Reynolds asked.

“Francesco’s one capable boy,” Morgan confirmed. “And he has a golden mouth, so let’s try it out again.”

Francesco was already panting and moaning as Karl and Mouse struggled to find their rhythm while hitting his prostate more by accident then by focused action. Even that was enough to make him want to spread his butt cheeks wider so that he could feel them more and finally allow them to fuck him at the same time. As long as one went in and one went out, it would be fine.

He gasped as Karl and Mouse thought better and bottomed out inside him at the same time. The fuckers were getting a good rubbing, cock on cock, in his ass, and he had no idea if he could be jealous of that or not.

Deciding against it, he offered his open hands for Morgan and Reynolds to fill them with hard leaking cocks. He licked one then the other, like they were ice cream cones, insisting to get all that juice from under the mushroom, and then the little eyes where all the precum pooled.

“Don’t be a tease, Kekko,” Mouse grunted under him. “Show us how you can take two cocks in your mouth, too.”

“You’re nuts,” Francesco moaned and mumbled while he couldn’t keep his mouth away for a single moment. “No way I can take two.”

Karl pulled at his hair harder and then moved his hands to force Francesco’s mouth wide open. “Yes, you can,” he said and used his fingers to keep his lips apart.

Morgan and Reynolds didn’t need any special invitation to jump at the opportunity, and Francesco immediately felt his opening invaded and overwhelmed by two pulsing cocks. They weren’t hard on him, and Karl let go, so that he could enjoy the feel of all that hard candy in his mouth.

Unlike Karl and Mouse, who were mofos, the bodyguard and the army man knew how to move so that they could push, in turn, into Francesco’s cheeks, alternating and leaving traces of tasty precum on his tongue.

He used his hands to grab the men by their balls. Damn, there was so much juice in there. To think that there had been a time when he couldn’t even imagine that he would like such a thing and even ask for it.

Mouse kissed and licked his neck and pinched his nipples hard. By how hard he was breathing, the redhead was coming and coming hard, but he didn’t slip out of Francesco’s ass, while Karl continued to hammer him fast and deep. The squelching sounds his ass was making let him know that Mouse had come a ton.

Karl went back to pulling his hair, but there was no real pain, even if his hold was firm. It felt more like Karl was pushing him to take those cocks in his mouth than the other way around. Karl had come a long way, too, since those times on the island when he had used to be such a big fucker.

Reynolds murmured some sort of apology and coated his tongue with a fresh load. Morgan stepped back to pump his cock while taking in the entire scene. His hand on his cock was moving freaking fast, and it looked like his muscles were going to snap some bones. Francesco let his tongue loll out, showing the cum.

Morgan cursed and grabbed his head, feeding him his already shooting cock directly. “Swallow, baby boy, swallow all of daddy’s milk,” he grunted.

Francesco let his head drop once Morgan finished, enjoying the taste of jizz at the back of his throat. Karl was still going at it, hot and hard. Mouse still kept his cock hard, despite having jizzed, only as support for Karl’s fucking. The feeling of having his asshole stretched so much was strange, but arousing. Still, Karl couldn’t hit it like he should have in that position.

Therefore, he wasn’t in the least surprised when Karl pulled him to the floor and mounted him like the bitch he was. “More cum for Cesco here, guys,” he said through his grunts. “He needs more in his belly, like the hungry bitch he is.”

That was cruel of Karl to taunt the others like that. But it looked like it wasn’t that much of a taunt after all. Reynolds appeared in front of him, knelt, and then filled his mouth and throat. “Such a good boy,” the captain praised him. “You know how to suck cock, don’t you?”

Francesco tried to nod with his mouth full and speak, but all that came out were some muffled sounds.

Reynolds laughed and patted his cheek. “Now, now, good boys don’t talk with their mouths full of cock, do they?” He used a rough thumb to caress the corner of Francesco’s mouth. “You’re a keeper, Francesco,” he praised him.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m keeping him,” Karl said, in his usual possessive way. “Enjoy the blowjob, Reynolds. It should keep you until next time.”

So, there was going to be a next time for him to get more of that cock. Francesco doubted that Reynolds would miss his blowjobs that much. After all, he had Mouse with him, and Mouse had a good mouth on him, as he well knew it.

From the corner of one eye, he saw Morgan moving, but only briefly.

“Do you have room for one more?” the bodyguard whispered, and Francesco wasn’t sure he was asked that.

Morgan must have said that to Karl, because Francesco sensed the change in how Karl moved, and soon, he realized that another blunt head was poking at his used hole.

“Like this, easy,” Morgan said gently. “It’s nice to feel your beautiful cock like this, Karl.”

A grunt from Karl assured Francesco that he must have been praised before. Maybe that was the magic trick Mouse had been wondering about. The bodyguard knew how to take Karl and make him behave like a good boy, just like they had done it before.

“Yes, yes, your Francesco’s hole is swallowing us both so nicely, yes,” Morgan hissed in pleasure while he found his way to worm inside.

When slender fingers found their way to pinch his nipples, he understood that Mouse was also there. Too bad there was no way he could take him in any of his holes, as full as he was.

But Mouse was the generous one of the bunch, as he proved right away when he grabbed Francesco’s cock and began pumping it quickly.

He was so full at both ends. Mouse licked his ear. “Nice being the dude everyone wants to fuck, right, Kekko?”

He couldn’t agree more, and by that, he really couldn’t, because Reynolds grabbed his head and began pumping his throat. At the other end, Morgan and Karl were in a race to the finish.

He wasn’t in the least surprised when they all came, almost at the same time, while he himself finished in Mouse’s hands.

***

Francesco shifted, trying to position his ass in a way that would hurt less. Karl handed him two pills and a glass of water without saying a word.

“For real, I hope this is not how most our days will go, okay?” he said.

Karl grinned and kissed his forehead in a gesture of surprising gentle affection. Then, he patted Francesco’s ass and pulled his pants under the cheeks.

Francesco buried his head into the crook of his elbows. “Are you going to go at it? Do you still have something left in those balls of yours?”

“I do have plenty, but I only want to massage your ass.”

It was no joke. Karl began to knead his ass cheeks gently and poured something cool and nice feeling on his crack. Francesco was starting to feel relaxed. “So, it was like a farewell gangbang or something?”

“Until next time. They’ll come by again.”

“Good to know,” Francesco murmured. “Hey, Karl,” he added, “I think whatever you gave me is starting to work. So, you can put it in if you want.”

Karl stopped and then moved to embrace him from behind. His hard cock entered Francesco swiftly. But he didn’t move and just remained there.

“Anything I want, Cesco. That’s why I love your sweet whore ass.”

“Nice confession, Karl.”

“The best I can do.”

Francesco didn’t remember anything else after that. When he woke up, Karl was sleeping by his side, still holding him.

And his hard cock was still in his ass somehow. That was the boon of being married to a 24/7 horny fucker, for sure.

~end