Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2022 16:56:26 +0200
From: Daemon D. Hart <daemondhart2@gmail.com>
Subject: In It For Life

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In It For Life

7.

He was all needles and pins. He wanted Karl's cock in his ass badly, and as
soon as possible, and it looked like everywhere he turned, he only saw or
read news covering the fucking wedding. Francesco wanted to reconsider
everything and hate on that woman, but he still couldn't. She looked
genuinely happy in all those appearances, and it wasn't her fault that Karl
got it hard for some dude's ass, or that her family thought she and Karl
would make the perfect couple. Not to mention Karl's dad who could
presumably order Francesco off the face of the planet if he knew who his
son was getting it up for.

Right now, he was watching some stupid TV show, and Karl and his
fiancée had been invited. Alright, so he was a fucking sucker for
punishment because he looked for all the shit that involved that wedding.

"You make such a beautiful couple," the female host swooned like it was her
getting married to that handsome man on the set.

Karl's chosen flashed a dazzling smile at her and linked her fingers with
her husband to be. "We do, don't we?"

The female host offered a smile with many teeth in turn.

"Jealous much?" Francesco muttered under his breath. But hell, wasn't he
the same? Probably a lot of girls were, and maybe some guys, too. If only
they knew Karl swung the other way, they'd have the shock of their
lives. Yeah, that would be a totally different TV show.

"We'd all like to hear more from Karl," the TV host insisted.

Karl rotated his wrist, making a small circle with the microphone he had
been given like it was an item he very much wanted to get rid of. "What's
to hear?" he said in a rough voice. "We're in love," he added and the
corners of his mouth went up like it was rehearsed.

The host blinked a few times and forced another smile. "Not a man of many
words. How do you deal with it, Bea?"

These TV people. He didn't know the girl, but strangers calling her
something only family and friends should had to annoy her.

Bea smiled genuinely like before. "It's a breath of fresh air from all the
other men I know. Karl is never overbearing, and you know I like to talk a
lot. I really think we complete each other. I'm the talker, he's the silent
one," she added and laughed.

Francesco no longer listened after that point. All his attention was
trained on Karl, on the line of his jaw as he stood there, bored out of his
mind, and remote from the world, weighing the microphone in his hand like
the useless thing it was.

He pushed his pants down and took out his cock. Who said stupid TV shows
about celeb weddings couldn't serve as jerk off material? His balls were
fucking tight just by looking at Karl. One of the cameras returned to him
quite obsessively, so behind it had to be someone who liked Karl's looks a
lot, seeing how the guy added nothing to the conversation between his
fiancée and the show host.

Francesco took one deep breath. He held one hand over his balls and used
the other to pump his cock hard. They had no idea who Karl really was. They
saw the handsome son of a politician getting married to a girl of the same
status, the stuff that made the headlines. They had no idea how hard his
cock got when he fucked a dude's ass, how dirty he talked, how he called
Francesco his bitch and stuffed his throat and filled his stomach with
gallons of cum.

He moved his fingers to touch the taint and lower. After wetting them
shortly, he pushed them inside his ass, remembering how Karl had fucked him
the last time. Fuck, he should have gotten the dildo and given himself a
proper dicking, but he didn't want to lose a second of looking at Karl's
face.

Suddenly, Karl frowned and touched his chest pocket. "Apologies, but
there's this call I need to take," he interrupted the cheerful conversation
between his girl and the host.

Bea's smile faltered for a moment, but she just nodded. "Karl is getting
really busy these days," she explained to the host.

Karl didn't wait for any confirmation from the female presenter and was
soon out of the picture. Francesco's hand stilled on his cock. Next time
they saw each other, he would tell the fucker he was to blame for a pair of
blue balls.

His phone rang and with a sigh, Francesco pulled his pants up and tucked
his cock away, still hard. He winced as he went to grab his phone.

"Um, aren't you supposed to take an important call?" he asked without any
other introduction.

"You're my important call," Karl said directly. "What are you doing?"

"Jerking off. Thinking of you."

"Me too."

"Really? I just saw you on TV, and I'm sure your hands were nowhere close
to your dick."

"They weren't. But they are now."

Francesco bit his lips. "Where are you?" he asked slowly.

"In the bathroom. Hard as fuck, thinking of you."

"Karl," he breathed out. His cock was full hard again. "This is fucked up."

"What isn't?" came the reply and a snort. "I can't listen to their droning
anymore. They're driving me nuts. The only thing I can think about is how
to bend you over and breed your ass."

"Is your cock out?" Francesco asked, dropping his voice as if he was the
one who risked getting caught.

"Yeah," Karl whispered.

"Then listen. Just listen, okay? Don't wanna you getting caught and shit,
dig me?"

"Sure."

"Alright." Francesco pulled out his cock. "Then close your eyes and imagine
that I'm there, on my knees, ready to take your jizz."

"Fuck." Karl's voice was loaded.

"I'm licking your cock, oh fuck, I'm giving it a good licking `cause I want
it to slide down my throat so easy. But first, I'm taking your balls in my
mouth. They feel so nice and heavy, my mouth is full of them. I want to
deepthroat you so badly. Do you feel it, my throat around your cock? Choke
me with your cock, fucker."

"Yeah," Karl whispered. "So tight everywhere."

Francesco's attention was pulled for a moment toward the TV. There was a
break coming, as the presenter announced, so Bea would start searching for
Karl soon. They had to be fast.

"I'm sucking you deep," he said quickly, "but fuck, if I don't want
more. More than just your cum."

"What more?" Karl asked, his breath coming in short.

"You're in the toilet, right? So use me," Francesco said and closed his
eyes as his hand moved faster.

"Use you?" Karl's question came off excited and hesitating.

"Yeah, do you want me to spell it for you?" Francesco drawled the words as
his eyes darted toward the TV time and again.

"Do it," Karl ordered.

"Piss down my throat," Francesco said. "Make me your fucking toilet."

Bea looked ready to jump to her feet, already on the edge of her seat,
while her smile was growing strained.

"You're fucking crazy," Karl whispered in his ear. "Do you want that? My
piss on your face? In your mouth?"

"Hold your cock and shoot your piss," Francesco continued, his voice deep
and hoarse. "Shoot your cum, too, cover my face in it. Can you see me? Do
you want me like this?"

"Fuck yeah," Karl confirmed and by how fast his breath came in short
bursts, he had to be coming.

Francesco closed his eyes for a second as he shot his load, too. Behind
him, the commercial break was starting.

"Shit, Cesco," Karl breathed out after a few moments. "I need to see you."

"Your wife's looking for you," Francesco said hurriedly. "Just get off the
phone."

He didn't wait for Karl's reply and cut the conversation. Then he slumped
against the counter and pressed his head against the fridge. This was
nuts. They were playing with fire. But he couldn't stop if it killed him.

***

It was pouring cats and dogs outside, and that used to remind him of that
time when Karl had punished him out in the rain for lying like a stupid
bitch. No one could give him the same mix of dread and arousal like Karl
did. At the time, Francesco had thought that he was done for, that Karl
would hate him for good, but for them, it had been nothing but a stepping
stone.

Whatever they had, it was doomed to fail anyway, so he had no idea what he
was hoping for. The proceedings with the wedding were underway like
usual. Surely, Karl would continue to see him after he got hitched, not
that he did so often right now. But maybe later, he wouldn't be under so
much scrutiny. Ever since their dirty phone sex, they hadn't even spoken to
each other.

Francesco pushed the balls of his hands against his eyes, letting out a
groan of frustration. What the fuck was he supposed to do? He'd ask Karl if
he got the chance when Mouse would be allowed to come home for good. Not
that he had talked to Mouse about whether or not he wanted to stay in the
army indefinitely, but he wanted to learn from Karl how long that sentence
was. He had to know.

These celebrity weddings went through a lot, but a hell of a lot of
preparations. Francesco couldn't believe it, but it was the only way for
him to see Karl, on stupid TV shows and whatnot. He didn't dare to call or
text, as he couldn't tell if there wasn't someone listening in. To keep
himself busy, Francesco had taken to learning everything he could about
Karl's dad, to the point that it had become nothing short of obsession. The
man was a political chameleon, choosing sides as he saw fit, and somehow
managing all the while to appear that he had always been a staunch
supporter of the values the new flag under which he served represented.

That didn't mean that he had some kind of wishy-washy
personality. Francesco examined the stern face on his screen. That harsh
jawline, the cold eyes, spoke of someone calculated, who never left things
at the whims of fate. A small burst of laughter bubbled in Francesco's
chest at the thought. If this guy ever learned of Karl's preference for boy
pussy, he would be one step from a heart attack.

But no, that would be insane, and Francesco knew that his laughter came
from a place of fear, deep and wide, not like what he felt when Karl took
him hard. That was mixed with arousal and the not so easy to define
feelings he had for the other. Just looking at Karl's dad made him feel
fear for real. That was a man who could order someone to be erased like in
those stupid B-rated movies. Even if that was just his fear talking, it
didn't mean that it couldn't be true.

Karl looked like his father, but not completely. Where his old man's eyes
were washed out and cruel, Karl's blues could light up with warmth. Maybe
he would grow up to look like him, but there was still something softer in
his features, as well as his personality that made him different.

And also the fact that Karl liked boys. Francesco seriously doubted
Mr. Bigshot Senator ever put his dick anywhere near a dude's ass. He looked
straighter than a pole, and pretty much a mean motherfucker, the kind who'd
bully anyone he deemed less of a man without thinking twice. Regardless of
where his dallying with political loyalties had taken him, he appeared to
keep pretty straight views. Some publications didn't shy away from calling
him out on being a homophobe, although he had always denied such
accusations on the grounds that he was only a supporter of the unity of the
family and nothing else, without imposing on other people's freedoms.

Something like a thump against his front door startled him. He shook off
the short shiver that coursed down his back within less of a second and
went for the door.

Soaked through and looking worse for wear, Karl stood there. Francesco
grabbed him by the lapels of his coat and pulled him inside. "What are you
even thinking?"

He closed the door quickly and kissed Karl on the lips. They were cold and
wet, a sign that Karl must have stood outside in the rain for a while
before setting foot in Francesco's building.

"Why the fuck are you like this?" Francesco made fast work of pushing
Karl's coat away and getting him out of his wet clothes. "Did you walk here
from your place? Like a hundred miles or so?"

"No," Karl replied, the only word he uttered since he had come through the
door.

"Let's get you warm."

He tried to continue taking Karl's clothes one by one and placing them on
the back of a chair. He'd see about drying them later, but now he needed to
bring Karl a change of clothes. Karl pushed away from him and got rid of
the rest, spreading them all over the floor. As soon as he stepped out of
his underwear, he grabbed Francesco's face in his palms and kissed him hard
and deep. "Don't talk. I just need to be inside you."

That was fine by him, too. They stumbled toward the bedroom, with Karl
landing on top of him, never letting go of his lips. Francesco spread wide,
as wide as he could, and Karl snuck his arms under his legs, bending them
and exposing his hole at just the right angle for his cock.

"Wait, just a bit," Francesco breathed out and pushed two fingers in his
mouth to wet them and then inside his ass.

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.

"Fucker," he let out with a hiss as Karl groaned in delight.

"I like you tight," Karl whispered.

"You do, huh?" Francesco wrapped his hands around him. "Missed you,
asshole."

"Don't talk," Karl pleaded and kissed him again.

Francesco moaned as Karl smashed against him with all his force, making
pain and pleasure blend together like usual. His skin was hot, and Karl's,
albeit still wet, was getting even hotter. The slamming of body against
body was so loud, but Francesco couldn't bring himself to care. The
neighbors could go suck it; they weren't the ones who had to go for weeks
without as little as a freaking kiss.

He'd feel this for sure tomorrow. He wouldn't be able to sit, but it didn't
matter. When they were on the island, he got fucked like this on the
regular. His body was just no longer used to it.

Karl came first, filling his ass and crashing on top of him. Francesco
patted him on the back. "I can see you missed my ass, too."

Karl said nothing, but after a while, he began moving his hips
again. Francesco mumbled a curse as he was getting hammered again. Now was
easier due to all that cum in his ass. He could hear it making obscene
sounds, and it made him even hornier. This time, Karl took longer, and his
big cock pushed obsessively at the right angle, making Francesco spill his
balls, too.

Karl rolled away, but after a couple of minutes, he pushed Francesco on the
side and entered him again.

"You're freaking amazing, you know that?" Francesco whispered.

Karl growled something unintelligible and grabbed Francesco's cock, rubbing
it to the rhythm. It wasn't hard to come like that, not at all, especially
since Karl began licking his neck, biting it, then licking it again, until
he went all nuts.

At the end of it, he was a mess. He could feel Karl's cum pouring out of
his ass, his sheets smelled like sex, and he was sweaty and had his own
jizz all over.

"Wow," he said. "Pent up much?"

"Don't-"

"Oh, shut up already." Karl didn't scare him anymore. "I'm not going to ask
you about the wedding or anything. Just come here, asshole." He pulled Karl
to his chest.

To his relief, Karl didn't fight him. He lay there, his head pressed
against Francesco's heart, and shortly, his breath became steady. Francesco
ran his fingers through his hair and soon drifted into sleep, as well.

tbc



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