prison house Island

2.

Francesco looked around with mistrustful eyes. He had been given a set of clean clothes which consisted of a t-shirt, a duet of denim, and one pair of snickers, and then forced into the chopper, side by side to a bunch of other boys who looked no older than him. He hadn't been in juvie much, so, in his mind, he thought he didn't belong there, but no one cared what he thought about it, anyway.

He stood on a long bench, at a good distance from the others. From the forgetful fourth dimension he had been institutionalized, he had gathered as lots that on the inside, everyone wanted to either fuck you or fuck you over. He wasn't in the mood to strike any alliances with the clustering of randos he had been forced with for the time being.

Once they got to their destination, he needed to take a hike and hide. He would have to regain a way to live on, and hell, he didn't programme on going down without a fight.

"Hey,"the guy across from him called.

Francesco had a psyche to dismiss him, but he didn't want to get into a engagement just yet. He looked at the former. This one seemed a bit erstwhile. He could be twenty, and he had secure shoulders and brawn. His jersey stretched across his torso, showing substantial pectoral muscle. Francesco let his eyes linger a bit too much and hitch himself.

He looked up and noticed the entire plump sass, rich blue eyes, and blond hair, cut military style. If it weren't for the hard jawline, he would have mistaken the beau for some teenage heartthrob. It didn't matter that the guy looked strong. His mouth would be full of pecker by midnight if he didn't hide, like Francesco.

"Hey,"he replied and parted his legs to appear more impressive.

He was normally developed for his age, but he didn't have muscles like the guy across from him.

The unknown cocked his head teacher to one position and offered his paw."I'm Karl."

"Francesco,"he said and took the offered paw. Maybe it wasn't so bad to team up up with someone else, especially one who looked like he could handle himself.

"Italian, huh ?"

He nodded.

"What do you say about me and you getting together ?"

Francesco didn't like the smirk Karl threw him. There was something disingenuous in it. And what the hell did he mean, getting together ?

"You know, like a team, so that we can subsist down there."

Francesco nodded, trying to look inert."Sure."

"Now, take a spirit around,"Karl said."Who else should we take with us ?"

Francesco didn't like to stare, but under Karl's scrutiny, he began to scout their traveling companions. At the end of the inverse bench stood a guy who looked like a giant. There was an blink of an eye lummox in his pharynx when he looked at him. He had immense forearms covered in disgraceful hair and a stern verbal expression on his face. He didn't have to pretend he was telling. Most probably the reason why he had to scatter his legs was because of the huge package between them. Francesco continued to stare, unable to look away. There was an patent extrusion there, easy to spot even from a lilliputian length. His sass watered, and he licked his lips.

The elephantine met his eyes, making him turn his chief.

"That guy, huh ?"Karl looked, too."Go talk to him. Ask him if he's game."

"Why do I cause to go ?"

"Italians know how to talk to people."

"It's a canonic human skill,"Francesco snap back.

"No shit."Karl sneered."Go, Cesco, chop-chop."

"Don't call me Cesco. And what am I ? Your servant or something ?"

Karl's sneer twisted his back talk."Don't be a spoilsport. Just go and talk to the guy."

Francesco considered for a moment, but then he got to his feet and walked wobbly until he reached the giant."Hey,"he said.

The chopper swerved, and he ended plastered against the whale. The guy grabbed him and placed him on his stifle. Francesco felt his line rushing to his head teacher, and then down between his branch. He could smell the giant, and he smelled like a man.

"Um,"he started,"me and Karl over there are wondering if you'd like to team up with us once we're down."

"Only the three of us ?"the giant asked.

"Yeah,"Francesco said.

"No. We're taking everyone."

Francesco then noticed another boy resting his head against the goliath's shoulder. His hair was a light Brown University and his face was pretty like a doll's. He snored softly like he had not a care in the world.

"I'm Leon,"the titan said without releasing Francesco from his keep."This one here is Ollie. He's my boyfriend."

Francesco froze for a secondly."Okay,"he mumbled,"he's welcome, too."

"Not only him. All."Leon made a light gesture with his chin.

Francesco took another smell. On the Saami Bench sat a couple of boys who looked not one day sometime than eighteen. One of them looked like he belonged in a boys'band, and the former had his hair dyed pink. None of them looked strong. And way too pretty for where they were headed. Except for Leon and Karl, they all looked like they would be fit for getting fucked in all holes.

Then, Francesco noticed someone else. The guy must possess sat by his side since he had gotten in, but he hadn't seen him. He had large unripened eyes that shone with magnetism on an European olive tree complexion. His hair, a bit long, was a dark red, and there was something about him that made Francesco think of a hunter.

And he was looking at him. The guy stretched his legs and then his blazon. He wasn't fan like Karl or Leon, but his lean muscles were strong. As Francesco watched him, he smiled and blinked lazily.

Francesco felt his stomach turning into mile. There was a come-hither margin call in those beautiful super C eyes.

"Got it ?"Leon asked."Go and tell your Quaker that's the flock, okay ?"

Francesco said nothing as Leon pushed him up and patted his ass to move back to his blank space. Normally, he would give birth broken the buster's arm, but Leon really looked like no one would mess with him.

He sat across from Karl, with his hands between his legs.

"Well ? What did he say ?"Karl asked.

"His gens is Leon. He says that we should all be in it or no dice."

"You mean we should subscribe to all these squawk with us ? And what ? hope and pray that they won't all end up with dozens of dicks taking twist at their cakehole ?"

Francesco shrugged.

"Leon would never leave anyone behind,"the guy next to him intervened in the conversation.

"Who are you ?"Karl asked, pursing his lips.

Francesco didn't dare to work. He couldn't risk looking into those magnetized optic. The guy was so close that he could feel hot breathing time on his face.

"I'm Ahab, but you can call me shiner,"the redhead said."So, you're Karl, and you're Francesco, right ?"

"Yeah,"he replied without looking.

"I'm good with traps, hunting, forage, you name it,"Mouse said."I think we can mint something good together."

"You look like you know everyone,"Karl spat.

For some reason, the blond couldn't stand Mouse. It looked like Mouse didn't care.

"Yeah. What do you desire to know ?"

"Who are those two gripe ?"Karl pointed with his chin at the two fairly boys sitting not far from Leon.

"The pink-haired one is Ty. The other's Anya."

"Anya ? That's like a missy's public figure,"Francesco said.

"Parents. Who knows what they're thought process,"Mouse replied.

Francesco snickered."Right. Ahab."

"Yeah, you look null like an Ahab,"Karl said with unhidden envy.

"My mom couldn't say how I would turn out,"black eye replied, without one signboard that he was bothered by the other's spread out antagonism.

"Then, we're all in ?"Francesco asked.

"Yeah,"Karl said and rubbed the spinal column of his neck opening with a face."What's the deal with Leon and that bitch by his side ?"

"That's Ollie, his young man. Just a Good Book of advice, Karl,"Mouse said,"don't daring to say the word ‘ cunt'or ‘ fag'or whatever to his case, or Leon will cut your hawkshaw and fuck you with it."

Francesco rubbed his munition and shivered. Leon didn't look violent or anything, but they were all in there for something. That meant that Leon must have done something to be sent to a prison island, along with his boyfriend.

"All right,"Karl said with a sneer.

They fell silent. Francesco risked another face in Leon's direction. That guy had no issue with talking openly how he liked to fuck a guy. Granted, he wasn't the one taking it up the slideway, so it was probably ‘ kay. And he would probably mystify the shit out of anyone trying to call him names or pull some crap with him.

Ollie woke up and smiled at Leon. His boyfriend lifted him in his arms and made him range him. Francesco looked at the scene in shock. Ollie began kissing Leon hungrily.

An entirely unlike can of worm opened in his stomach. Whatever he had ever had, it had been nothing but mortal forcing him to take it up the ass. It didn't affair that he liked it. It was still making him a bitch.

Ollie began whispering something, and Leon grunted in reply. Then, suddenly, Ollie dropped between Leon's knees and started to pull down his fly.

"I don't have a problem with you watching,"Leon said loudly while taking a long heavily look at each of them."You can jerk off if you want. But no one get voguish about my boyfriend or I'll cut your dick and fuck you with it."

mouse had spoken nothing but the truth, it seemed. Francesco felt his line draining from his boldness. He should have looked away, but instead he found himself watching everything simple. Ollie pulled out a sizable snake out of Leon's dungaree and began licking the fountainhead while letting out small phone of pleasure.

"Well, the man said we could."black eye whipped out his cock and began rubbing it.

Francesco stared at him in disbelief. black eye had a gracious, long tool, not too buddy-buddy, but definitely delicious. He pulled back the skin and gave his shaft long dreamy strokes."Do you like what you see, Cesco ?"he whispered.

"ass, no,"Francesco spat and this sentence looked away.

"seed on, establish me yours,"Mouse encouraged him.

"No, no way, I'm not a fag,"Francesco whispered angrily.

"Whatever. Don't mind me if I give my kernel a good old rub, then."mouse laughed, and even the way he did that had something pleasant in it that tickled Francesco's ear.

To his surprise, Karl did the same. Unlike shiner, he had a real dickhead wrecker in his pants, not that long, but thick and veiny.

"When in Rome,"the blond said and winked at him.

Francesco didn't nettle to bet closely to have it off that Ty and Anya did the Saami. Every now and then, his eyes moved to Ollie and the way he polished Leon's cock. He was taking it like a champ, slurping and making all kinds of sounds.

And then, Leon helped him to his base and out of his jeans. Ollie straddled Leon and aligned that amazing ophidian with his backdoor. His ass was milky white and looked fuckable from all angles.

Francesco stared helplessly as Ollie's ass began swallowing Leon's anaconda. It wasn't existent what was happening. Why the hell was everyone into it ?

"Fuck, that looks so Nice,"mouse whispered.

"I'd fuck an ass like that,"Karl said in a breathless whispering."Have you ever taken a tool, Cesco ?"

"Fuck you,"Francesco said and blushed.

"No ? You haven't ?"Karl asked. He was looking at him now, and the hand on his cock was moving frantically.

"No, what the hell,"Francesco pellet back.

"goodness, then I'll ass you first,"Karl said and bit his take down lip as his hammer began to shoot.

Francesco pulled back as much as he could to avoid having some of that landing on him.

"Good jerk off material,"Karl said and pointed at him with his hand entire of cum.

"Fuck you,"Francesco spat.

Karl's only reply was a laugh.

Francesco didn't dare to say another word or look anymore. By the breathless moans in the cabin, one by one, the guy cable were shooting. And he was hard like a rock, but he couldn't let them have it away how much of a beef he was.

tbc