"Why did you do that?" Francesco asked, as Karl took his hand and began dragging him. "And where are we going?"
"You need to get all his cum out of you." Karl was walking so fast that Francesco had to break into a spring to keep up with him.
"Well, it looks like you both came in my ass. Don't tell me. Did you guys do it at the same time? Like simultaneous climax? You two must be more alike than you think."
Karl stopped abruptly and stared into his eyes. "I'm nothing like that fucker. I can't tell what the fuck you see in him."
"The same thing you see in me," Francesco replied calmly. "It's completely nuts and can't be explained."
Karl chewed on his lips nervously. Whatever he had wanted with that little stunt, it must have backfired or something because he looked pissed like hell.
"Would it be so bad?" Francesco dared to ask. "We could be good together, the three of us. I'm telling you, we could be so good." Seeing how Karl was saying nothing, just working his jaw, he leaned in closer until their lips were almost touching. "We could both suck your cock so well, and you could fuck us both--"
He was stopped by angry lips taking his. Karl was soon so deep in, his tongue moving with the same determination his cock did each time they were fucking, and Francesco couldn't tell if it was a good or a bad thing. Had he managed to make Karl horny at the thought of having him and Mouse at the same time? Or had he just pissed him off more than he already was?
Karl let go of him just as quickly as he had kissed him. He continued to drag him along. "You need to wash that ass," he said and kept his head turned so Francesco couldn't read his face anymore.
***
Francesco groaned as Karl forced in the fourth finger. He was doing it slowly and it made the stretch unbearable in a different way than hurting. "What are you doing?" he asked in a breathless whisper. "Your cock is not that thick, so you're just working on getting me loose for nothing."
They were at the river, and at least, this time, they had no audience. Karl was holding him bent over one arm, while his other hand was working at worming its way inside his ass. Now and then, Karl pulled him upwards to kiss him everywhere his lips landed on, the back of his neck, his shoulder, a turned cheek. It was strangely gently, and Francesco felt his knees going soft from too much stimulation.
"I just want to know just how much you need. You're a whore," Karl said matter-of-factly, "but you're mine, so I need to find out what could finally satisfy you."
Francesco could tell his eyes were rolling in his head from too much pleasure as Karl flexed his fingers in such a way that his knuckles were rubbing against the best spot in his ass. "No more, please," he begged.
Just as he said that, he spurted into the water with convulsive shudders. Karl brought him close and nuzzled his neck, making him tremble in the aftershock. "No way, Francesco, you only came once since I started."
"My balls are fucking dry," Francesco complained. "I don't think I'm even jizzing real cum at this point. And I came already too many times when you and Mouse fucked me."
"It doesn't matter," Karl whispered. "You need my whole fist in your ass, baby."
Francesco shivered. Karl was licking his neck slowly. "Your fist?" He gulped, not sure if in fear or something else. "No, Karl, it's too much already, please."
"You won't get loose," Karl promised. "You're clearly made to take it. That's why you're such a good whore, and I can't get enough of you. Your boy pussy could make the world go nuts. I need to keep you to myself, or else, who knows what might happen?"
"Not everyone's so obsessed with sex as you, fucker," Francesco keened softly as the fingers in his ass continued to work him relentlessly.
