In It For Life

41.

“You two still have to tell me everything,” Francesco breathed out and nibbled the side of Karl’s neck. “About how you got a dicking from Mouse all while pretending that you don’t care for my dick in your hole.”

That seemed to trigger quite an interesting reaction from Karl, something between a grunt of denial and a gasp of arousal. Francesco knew it had to be good ground for doing a bit more probing. “How did you decide that you actually like getting dicked?” he asked. His cock perked up just remembering how he had fucked Karl’s tight hole in the bathroom. That, and how Karl had willingly or not, taken a fist to the nut sack just to mellow out a little and let himself get fucked.

Mouse was on Karl’s other side and he already got busy with feeling Karl’s snake through his jeans. It looked like he knew exactly what he was doing, being rough like that, because Karl threw his head back and let out short, angry moans. Yeah, probably he didn’t like the idea of liking it, but it wasn’t like he could help it if his body wanted it.

“For the record, Mouse, I hate you for being able to get him to like it, while I couldn’t,” Francesco said and stared at the redhead by craning his neck.

“Not my doing, though,” Mouse replied, grinning at him like he knew shit Francesco didn’t.

“Whose, then?” Francesco asked. “Don’t tell me it was Don--”

“Fuck you, Cesco.” Karl grabbed him by the hair at the back of his head and kissed him hard until his lips hurt. “Suck my cock, bitch.”

“Nah, nah, nah,” Francesco teased him, although his cock was already trying to dig a hole in his pants at the direct order, “it’s you who’s gonna suck it this time around. Oh, fuck, I want your mouth on my cock so badly. I’m so going to fuck your throat.”

“Kekko, you’re talking too much,” Mouse said and laughed. “This guy likes it best when he’s taken in hand. Too bad we didn’t know this shit when we were on the island. We would have made Karl our fucking cum dumpster and he’d have loved it.”

“Fuck you, fucker,” Karl grunted at Mouse’s dirty talk. “I’ll fuck the both of you so hard until you can’t walk anymore. Yeah, I’m going to take my cock for a walk from your ass,” he said while kissing Francesco hard again, and then pointed at Mouse, “to your ass.”

The redhead only laughed harder and straddled Karl’s lap. Then, he held his mouth open and let Karl have a full serving of spit.

“Fuck,” Francesco whispered. “You really like having the tables turned on you, don’t you, Karl?”

Karl didn’t reply but turned his head to kiss Francesco again and give him a taste of Mouse’s spit. “One of you better get it and now. My cock is killing me.”

“Good,” Francesco said. “You really need some putting in place, you fucker.”

“Shut up, bitch. Get naked and on all fours. I need to fuck your ass.”

Mouse dragged Francesco away and pushed his pants down. He cradled Francesco’s ass in his hands, making a show of pulling his ass cheeks apart and displaying his hole. Francesco laughed as Mouse began fingering him. Behind him, Karl was pulling out his cock.

“Who fucked Karl?” Francesco asked Mouse again.

“The same guy who likes boys like us and knows how to make us all willing and playing nice. He convinced Karl both to suck him off and take it in the ass from him.”

“Morgan? Fuck, you really mean it? Karl?”

Karl looked like he was about to kill them both, but Francesco knew that look. Karl wanted to fuck them until they begged to be left alone, not that such a thing was possible with two vet whores like them. Yeah, they liked dick, and Don was right, but they chose whose dick they wanted to get.

“I wish I could see that,” Francesco said. “Oh, wait, he’s home, right?”

“Chilling with my captain. Who knows? Maybe they’re sucking each other dicks,” Mouse said. “Well, maybe not Reynolds. That dude barely got convinced to fuck twink ass.”

“You call this a twink ass?” Francesco pushed down Mouse’s pants and grabbed his muscular ass. “I’m afraid you got to a different stage, soldier.”

“And? You don’t like my ass anymore?”

“I’d fuck it breakfast, lunch, and dinner, asshole,” Francesco teased him back.

“Less talking, more sucking, you fucking whores,” Karl said through his teeth.

He got to his feet, and then pushed Francesco and Mouse to their knees. They were both with their dicks out, but still, none of them compared to Karl’s big gun. Karl made it a point and slap them both on their faces with his cock until they started to protest.

“Nice and in line,” Karl whispered. He pushed his cock into Francesco’s mouth first, then he dipped it into Mouse’s willing opening. “Come on, the both of you, share my fucking load.”

Francesco took care of the balls, while Mouse swallowed Karl’s cock. They kissed as they pulled away and changed.

“Come on, keep your mouths close together,” Karl ordered and began pumping his cock. He was moving it from Mouse’s lips to Francesco’s, pushing in only now and then. “Fuck, have my jizz.”

Francesco wasn’t surprised by how fast Karl began to shoot. But it was fucking forceful, as if Karl hadn’t come in ages or something. Good thing he had a husband with such full balls all the freaking time. This way, he’d get fed regularly and keep his own horny ass in check.

Mouse stole the second and third ropes of cum, but, generous as he was, he fed them both into Francesco’s mouth. They played with the jizz on their tongues until there were bubbles at the corners of their mouth from so much to and fro.

Karl staggered and fell on the sofa. “My dad didn’t fuck me, Cesco,” he let out.

Mouse was still licking Francesco’s mouth slowly when Karl said that.

“I’m happy with not having that in common with you,” Francesco said.

“Now that we got that out of the way, let’s give our Karl here a proper facial,” Mouse suggested.

Karl straightened up, ready to bolt, but Mouse was fast, pushing him back and laughing. Next thing, he had his cock in Karl’s mouth, so fast that Francesco wondered just how much practice of fooling around behind his back these two had.

“Yeah, take it,” Mouse grunted as he pushed into Karl’s mouth.

Francesco didn’t want to be left out, so he hurried to jump on the sofa and poke at Karl’s cheek with his cock. “Suck me off, Karl. Put your tongue on my cock.”

Karl shot him a warning glance, but he pushed Mouse away enough so that he could free his mouth and take half of Francesco’s cock in his mouth.

“Still, he likes you more,” Mouse pointed out while he rubbed his cock all over Karl’s face. He hissed when Karl grabbed him by the balls and squeezed.

Francesco moaned in rhythm with Karl’s sucking. That was fucking it, and it was Karl doing the sucking, so it was double it. Plus, he didn’t look like he completely hated it, which said a lot. Given enough time, his husband would end up taking to cock completely. The thought made his cock jerk and spit. Karl choked and slapped Francesco’s balls.

He kept on two feet and guided his cock to shoot all over Karl’s face. “Baby, you look really nice with all this cum on you,” he cooed.

“Here’s some from me, too,” Mouse said and guided his spray all over Karl.

When they stepped down, Karl looked fucking nice, with cum dripping from his chin, and that killer look in his eyes.

“Awesome,” Mouse commented and clapped. “You could work on your swallowing technique, though, Karl. You don’t want me to be the one who sucks off Francesco until there’s not a drop left in his balls.”

“I’ll drain his balls good, don’t you worry,” Karl said. “And both of you will get fucked, mark my words.”

“Later,” Mouse said and grabbed Francesco to pull him into another cum-flavored kiss.

“Hey,” Francesco breathed out as soon as he was allowed, “I hope you’re not going back.”

“Back?” Mouse asked.

“To your unit.”

Mouse looked away. “I have to. I haven’t paid my dues yet.”

“But it was Don keeping you there, right? He cannot do that anymore.”

Mouse shook his head. “I got off easy, Kekko. It’s what I need to do.”

Francesco pushed him away and crossed his arms. “Don’t you have anything to say about this, Karl?”

His husband was busy wiping his face of cum. “It’s Mouse’s choice,” he said with a shrug. “But I sent him there, not my dad.”

Francesco frowned and closed his fists. He was getting much in the mood for throwing a punch, and he didn’t know who deserved it first. “For real? Fuck you both.” He stared out the window, just to avoid looking at them.

“It’s not that easy to get someone off a 10-year sentence or more,” Karl explained. “I pulled a lot of strings to get this deal for Mouse. And yeah, my dad helped, but I went the fucking extra mile to save your boyfriend from getting turned into a prison bitch.”

“Stop scaring Kekko,” Mouse scolded him. “Like I’d have let some assholes get the better of me, just like that. Your dad is right, Karl. I’m a vet whore. That means that I know how to use my ass and mouth to get what I want without being anyone’s bitch. Look, Kekko, I won’t be away forever. I’ll come back to you both.”

“For fuck’s sake, Mouse,” Francesco said under his breath, but the will to fight was drained out of him. “Do that, or I’ll be pissed for life.”

“Sure thing, I don’t want you to be pissed at me that long. Come here, don’t be an asshole.”

Francesco didn’t move, so Mouse had to walk over to him and hug him. He relented as Mouse continued to kiss him and whisper in his ear. “Alright, you can have your army stint, geez. But you two, you better fuck like rabbits in front of me while I watch, because you went behind my back for way too long.”

“I can fuck Mouse, sure,” Karl said with a sly grin.

Francesco narrowed his eyes. “You don’t care that Mouse loves the army more than he loves us?”

“He’s a big boy,” Karl drawled. “How about you let him make his own decisions?”

“Are you the dad in this family or something?” Francesco shot another glare at his husband.

Karl leaned back into the sofa, hands behind the head. His arrogant smile was enough to get on anyone’s nerves. “You have a daddy kink, Cesco. Be damn sure I want to be your daddy, too.”

At that, Francesco had to roll his eyes. “No way that’s going to happen.”

“Yes, it will,” Karl said back, sure of himself.

Like he always was.

Francesco had wanted an answer for so long, so he needed to ask. “Were you two that bent on forgetting about me after the island? None of you searched for me. And you could.”

Karl looked him in the eyes. “I could, yeah. Did I want to? About a hundred times every day. But shit like that with my dad, that was always in the cards, Cesco. I knew it would happen. And it did. You had to endure all that because I just didn’t want to leave you alone.”

Francesco nodded. “Fair enough. And you?” He turned toward Mouse.

The redhead ran his hands through his short hair. “Some serious catch-22 shit.”

“Like what?”

Mouse groaned. “This fucker here told me not to dare to call you or he’d throw me in jail in a heartbeat, and in one where I wouldn’t get visits and such. I would have ended not seeing you at all. So, catch-22.”

“Always such a fucking fucker, Karl,” Francesco muttered while shaking his head and staring at his husband.

Karl shrugged like that kind of thing went without saying. “I couldn’t have you. Why would I have let him have you? Never, Cesco, you know that.”

“You’re fucked up,” Francesco said matter-of-factly.

“Who I am.” Karl gestured for him to come.

He obeyed, because there was no other way with the guy. Karl pulled him into his lap and kissed him for a couple of minutes, one hand on Francesco’s chest, pulling at his nipples.

“I’ve done for you more than I thought I’d ever do for anyone in this life. Be nice for a change, Cesco, and say ‘thank you, Karl’. You know, like you mean it.”

Francesco caressed the fucker’s hair and looked him in the eyes. “Thank you, Karl, for saving Mouse for me. I really fucking mean it.”

“And, just like that, I’m getting left out,” Mouse said with a sigh. “Maybe I should go and play with our daddies, while you’re done with all this mushy romantic crap.”

“Shut up and come here,” Francesco ordered. “Are we in this forever or what?”

Mouse kissed him on the cheek first, then, with tongue, he kissed Karl. “Yeah, fuckers, we are.” He turned his head at the sound of the door opening. “Ah, the daddies are here. I suppose we can have some serious fun now.”

Francesco hoped for some serious fun, too. “Wait a minute, what we just did wasn’t serious?”

Mouse smacked his lips. “You call that cum snack something serious? Just watch me suck off all of you, and then we’ll talk.”

tbc

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 AN: Just one chapter left, and then I'll start publishing Mouse's story in the army. It's called Sucking It Up, and it will be mainly about how Mouse got the captain and some new characters.