"Man, you came buckets," Francesco said with a smirk as he felt himself between the butt cheeks.
"Did you come?"
Francesco moved one hand over his cock. It was still hard. "Doesn't look like it, right?"
Karl turned toward him and took his cock from his hand. Without a word, he began stroking it. Francesco gasped as the fucker took his time and brushed his thumb over the head over and over.
"Hey, aren't you afraid this is too gay?" he asked, enjoying the extra sensation and bucking his hips up.
Karl was looking at his cock, seemingly mesmerized with it.
"Wanna lick it?" Francesco challenged.
Karl moved his head away, but kept his hand there, moving it up and down faster and faster. He locked eyes with Francesco. "No, that's a bitch's job."
Francesco grinned. "So, mine, right?"
Karl kissed him hungrily. Francesco moved his hand enough to know that the other was hard again. He began jerking him off, fast and steady. The pressure on his cock was too much, and soon he was coming. At the height of his climax, he let go of Karl's cock.
In an instant, Karl was on his feet, placing himself with them on each side of Francesco's body. He was stroking his cock with frantic moves. "Open your mouth, Cesco," he ordered.
He was already spent, but he still wanted to feel that new load on his tongue. Keeping his eyes on Karl, he opened slightly and licked his lips. Then, he stuck his tongue out and waited. Karl knelt and held his head, while he used his other hand to aim.
The first spurt hit his palate. The rest coated his tongue, making his entire body twitch in pleasure. Why had he fought against this before? Maybe it was just his vocation to be a fucking whore. He played with the cum in his mouth, making sure Karl watched the show. Then he swallowed and smacked his lips. "Not bad," he said and smiled.
Karl moved fast, but when he wrapped his hand around the back of Francesco's neck, he was surprisingly gentle. "I don't like whores," he said in an unsteady voice, "but I like you."
"C'mon, man, you came twice, you can lay it a little less heavy on the romantic shit," Francesco teased him.
"I mean it, Cesco." It sounded as if it hurt Karl to admit that. "You could put your ass up for the entire world to fuck it, and I'd still... Forget it."
"Go on, this sounds interesting." Francesco placed his hands behind his head and smiled at Karl. "Just so you know, I don't buy it. You're just horny. That's all."
And horny guys could be used. Francesco would have felt bad about using someone before. But now, it no longer mattered. He had shed the so-called morality he had before, because he finally saw the world for what it was. People like Karl and his daddy could do anything. Whatever Karl's crime was, his dad had just chosen to send him there to teach him a lesson, not because he had a duty to pay to society. Just a little slap on the wrist. While Mouse, who had no one to have his back, was condemned to be there forever, after fending for himself because he was all alone in the world. Where was the justice in that?
"It's true," Karl said and pursed his lips. "What do you want me to do to prove it?"
