It would be a while until Morgan would notice he was gone, and he hoped his bluff about spending his entire day locked inside the bedroom worked, because he wanted his visit to be a surprise. Whatever Don wanted to use to destroy Karl, Francesco wished to undo it with every cell in his body.
Francesco wasn’t really listening to Mack’s happy chatter. He was busy checking the guy out who was standing in such a way that the curve of his ass was clearly visible.
They were all looking at him like he had just sprouted a second head. Francesco put his hands in his dress pants pockets and stared down the fuckers. “Want a demonstration?” he drawled.
Francesco snuck under the blanket, hoping Karl was still soundly asleep. The guy was snoring, so it was all good. He fought to relax, but even after a shower, he still imagined that he stank of cum. Also, there was so much still left in his ass, Don’s gift, and all the washing he had tried hadn’t helped to get rid of it all.
He yelped as Karl grabbed his hand, the one holding the phone and then pushed himself up while opening his eyes. He forced Francesco’s hand to his ear. “Hi, slut,” he said in a noncommittal voice.
Karl hovered above him, lunging for short wild kisses landing everywhere on his face, while his cock banged against his balls, taint, and lower at random. Francesco had to fight him a little to get his cock wet enough to enter. It was still too little, and the pain flashed through him as Karl pushed in.
He groaned and rolled on his belly. He was being stupid, thinking that Karl would see more than holes to fuck when he looked at him. So yeah, they had hugged at first, and that had felt real, but what good could come of it?
Part 1 of In It For Life, the sequel to Prison Island, so you might not understand a lot from this one without reading that first. You can quickly find it on my profile here, at GayDemon.
The story starts with Francesco looking for Mouse in all possible places, without knowing where Karl is, either.