All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  Tristan reached down and wrapped his hand around Micah’s cock, a devilish grin forming when Micah bucked his hips and moaned. Gabe shared an equally evil smile, bending and licking Micah’s slit before opening his mouth and swallowing him down to where his lips met Tristan’s fingers. Tristan’s free hand wrapped around Micah’s throat, pulling his head back so he could nip at his lips before kissing him fiercely. Micah was bucking, trembling and moaning, his orgasm already bubbling just beneath the surface.

  Tristan pinched Micah’s nipple between two fingers, causing him to jerk and thrust forward again. Gabe relaxed his throat muscles and let Micah slide all the way in, the suction from his lover’s mouth pulling Micah over the edge and he cried out as came, shooting his salty seed down Gabe’s throat. Micah fell forward onto Gabe, crawling up onto the bed with Tristan’s assistance from behind. As Micah climbed over Gabe, Tristan held onto his pants, dragging them down his legs and off.

  Gabe stood and stripped in a rush before Tristan could stop him, collapsing onto the bed, scooting backwards until he was resting against the headboard next to Micah. They both sat there, Gabe slowly jerking his cock, Micah panting, trying to catch his breath, while Tristan stripped off his clothes, dropping them on the floor at his feet. One knee on the bed, then the other, Tristan stalked them slowly. His eyes looked feral, hungry, as he raked them over both men’s bodies.

  Micah licked his lips, watching Tristan’s thick cock bob as he crawled up the bed on his hands and knees. He sat back on his heels when he was close enough to touch, running a hand from ankle to thigh on each of his men. Micah unhooked his blade, letting the prosthetic fall to the floor beside the bed. Tristan leaned over him, running his hand over the stump, his fingers lingering as they brushed over the mottled skin left as a reminder of what Micah had lost. It was such an intimate gesture, far more intimate than anything Micah could remember feeling, ever.

  “You’re beautiful and brave Micah, and I adore you.” Tristan whispered, bending and stealing a quick kiss that went from sweet and affectionate to holy-fucking-hell before Micah pulled back to catch his breath.

  “And you.” Tristan scooted to the left, wrapping an arm around Gabe’s small waist, pulling him closer to them. “I want to turn you over my knee and smack your ass for cutting off all that wonderful hair.”

  Gabe’s eyes widened, though if he were honest, the prospect was very arousing: Tristan’s big, strong, hand smacking his ass and making his skin tingle. “Wha... what? Why?” Gabe tried to put words together, unsuccessfully.

  “Because I have fantasized about crawling up behind you and shoving my dick inside, riding you across the bed with your hair fisted in my grasp, holding us both steady. And now I have to wait for all that hair to grow back to achieve that goal.” Tristan grinned, seeing the effect his words had on Gabe.

  Gabe lunged for him, almost knocking the man over. Tristan laughed into the kiss before turning his head and deepening it. Gabe rocked back and forth in his lap, his cock already searching out its home, gliding through the crease nestled between Gabe’s ass cheeks. The snick of a bottle cap made Tristan and Gabe pull apart, turning to look at Micah. He had the bottle of lube Gabe kept in the bedside table in one hand, his other already slick with lube coated fingers.

  He sat up, sliding over until he was behind Gabe. “You took care of me; now let me help take care of you,” he whispered into Gabe’s ear, letting his tongue trail down his long, lean neck, gently biting down on the sensitive skin, making Gabe shiver. “Keep kissing, it’s sexy and I want to watch Tristan make you squirm while I get you ready to ride that monster cock he’s packing.”

  Gabe opened his mouth to speak, but his eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned as one of Micah’s lube-slicked fingers penetrated his ass. “Oh, holy hell.” Gabe thrust back, sucking Micah’s finger all the way into his body, then rocking back a couple times before Tristan gripped his hips hard, holding his body still.

  Micah added a second finger, then a third. Gabe writhed and moaned, begging Micah to stop teasing him, then shouting at Tristan to just fuck him already. Tristan chuckled, “Baby, let Micah stretch you just a little more please; I don’t want to hurt you.”

  When Micah added a fourth finger Gabe screamed out Tristan’s name along with a few colorful curse words. Tristan looked down and saw Gabe’s dick straining, the head full, red and leaking, he knew Gabe was ready to blow and that he’d better get in there if he wanted to before Gabe came just from riding Micah’s fingers.

  Micah met Tristan’s gaze. “You ready?” Tristan nodded and Micah pulled his fingers free from Gabe’s quivering channel.

  He took Gabe’s face in his hands and kissed him again, just as tenderly as he had downstairs. “Condoms?” Tristan muttered into Gabe’s mouth. Gabe shook his head vigorously. “Are you sure?” Tristan asked.

  “God-fucking-dammit, Tris! If you don’t shut up and fuck me…” Tristan cut off Gabe’s tirade, shoving his tongue into Gabe’s pretty mouth and kissing him quiet.

  “Turn around and face Micah,” Tristan commanded once he managed to pry his mouth free, that deep baritone voice that both Micah and Gabe loved spurring them both into action. Gabe moved to turn and almost fell over; Micah reached up and steadied him, then helped Gabe turn so he was straddling Tristan’s thighs, backwards.

  “Hand me the lube, Micah.” Tristan popped the lid and squirted a generous amount into his hand. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Gabe, his body so much smaller than any lover Tristan had ever had.

  Tristan opened his mouth to tell Micah to suck Gabe, but Micah was already leaning down to wrap his lips around Gabe’s swollen member. Tristan held him by the hip, holding his body up and grabbing his own thick dick with the other, rubbing the head in small circles around Gabe’s entrance. As soon as the head pushed past the first tight ring of muscle, Tristan sighed. He took his time, driving in a little further with each small thrust.

  They set up a nice rhythm straight away. Tristan would thrust into Gabe which would push his dick further into Micah’s mouth. Gabe’s head rested on Tristan’s shoulder which left the column of flesh from his ear down to his shoulder open and vulnerable. Tristan took great pleasure in licking, biting and sucking his way along that path while Gabe spurred him on with delicious little moans and gasps. Within minutes Tristan could feel Gabe’s channel pulsing and contracting, tightening almost to the point of pain. His own balls were so tight and full, Tristan knew they were both fixing to blow and he wanted to be looking into Gabe’s eyes the first time he made the man come apart.

  He lifted Gabe up and off him, flipping his body around and laying him on the bed. Tristan slid right into the space between Gabe’s legs, grabbing his thighs and lifting Gabe’s ass up off the bed, gliding right back into the warmth of his body.

  “Oh fuck, Tris. So big, so full, please don’t stop.” Gabe writhed and wiggled as Tristan fucked him slow and deep. Micah leaned in and kissed Tristan, reaching down and gripping Gabe, running his hand up and down his length, keeping perfect time with Tristan’s thrusts into Gabe. The three of them were already lined up, in sync and anticipating each other’s moves.

  “Tris, Micah… fuck! I’m so close, just… gonna come,” Gabe shouted.

  Tristan tore his mouth away from Micah and thrust harder, faster, watching in amazement as Gabe came unglued beneath him. Gabe’s already-tight ass felt like a vise wrapped around Tristan, pulling him under just moments after Gabe covered his stomach with thick, white ropes of come.

  Unable to hold himself up anymore, Tristan fell onto the bed beside Gabe. “Good lord, you are so much fun to fuck,” he gasped. Gabe and Micah both laughed. Tristan lifted his head and locked eyes with Micah. He trailed the tip of his finger through Gabe’s come that had pooled on his belly, then slowly brought the come-dipped finger to his mouth, swirling the tip of his tongue around his finger before sucking the digit into his mouth and groaning. “Holy fuck Micah,” Tristan exclaimed. “You keep that up and
I’m going to have to bend you over this bed.”

  Micah’s eyes sparkled, a mischievous grin quickly forming. “Promise?”

  The three dozed off and on throughout the night, waking long enough to satisfy each other again before collapsing back onto the bed, sticky and sated. Micah was intent on giving Tristan a reason to follow through on his threat. He finally got his wish around four a.m. when he woke Tristan up by licking and sucking on his balls until Tristan shot up, picking Micah up off the bed, then bending him over the mattress and fucking him until he almost passed out from sheer bliss.

  Gabe’s bladder dragged him out of bed sometime around sunrise. He gently extricated himself from the two bodies on either side of him, trying to make as little movement as possible, hoping Tristan and Micah would continue to sleep. Bladder empty and teeth brushed, Gabe headed back into the bedroom. He stopped at the foot of the bed, smiling, watching Tristan and Micah as they slept.

  In the few minutes he had been in the bathroom, Tristan had scooted closer to Micah, the two of them lying on their sides facing each other. Tristan had an arm thrown over Micah’s waist and Gabe thought, if Micah had his entire left leg, it would be thrown over Tristan right then. They both looked so peaceful and content, a small smile gracing Micah’s relaxed face. Micah had let his hair grow out and Gabe loved the way it fell over his face, barely brushing his shoulders. The man was fucking gorgeous and didn’t even know it. His olive colored skin was riddled with scars and tears from the IED Micah had survived in Iraq. Each and every blemish was covered by intricately placed ink to hide the pain.

  Micah groaned, fidgeting in his sleep a little before rolling over and settling on his back. Gabe watched with amusement as a still sleeping Tristan scooted closer to Micah, his arm finding its way back over Micah’s stomach. Damn, but the man was stunning; there was just no other way to describe him. Tristan carried his Italian heritage in his tall, fit frame and those bluer-than-blue eyes. He was roughly six foot two, probably tipped the scales at two hundred pounds of fine-ass man. Gabe thought Tristan’s Irish heritage was to be praised for his strong facial features: the black hair and ever present five o’clock shadow. He had never seen Tristan clean shaven, and really had no desire to.

  Gabe drank in his fill of his two men. Mine, that’s right, they are both mine. And I am never letting either one of them go, you hear me? Gabe lifted his eyes toward the heavens, thanking God for this second chance at love, but also begging the Almighty not to take anything else away from him. Thank you for putting us in each other’s paths, but please, don’t let anything happen to them, either of them. I wouldn’t survive it.

  “Morning,” Micah’s sleepy voice interrupted Gabe’s prayer. “What you doing up there?” Gabe looked down and smiled at Micah. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, a small smile playing on his lips. He crawled up the bed until he was hovering over Micah, leaning down and kissing him good morning.

  “Jesus, Mary and Joseph you two are like fucking rabbits,” Tristan grumbled, pulling the pillow over his head. Gabe and Micah laughed. He climbed over Tristan, lying down behind him while Micah curled up in front of him. Tristan chuckled, but didn’t say anything, or pull his head out from under the pillow.

  “You’re one to talk. You’ve been inside both of us, twice. How does that define us as the horny rabbits?” Gabe joked.

  It had been a long, eventful night. Tristan had indeed fucked them both twice in between catnaps. If Gabe had gotten his way, there would have been a third mount for him, but Tristan had smacked his already tender and sore ass and told him to go to sleep. Both he and Micah would surely be walking crooked for a while. But he could not bring himself to care, not in the least.

  “Why don’t you fuck Micah and let me sleep?” Tristan mumbled from under the pillow.

  “Well when you put it that way, how can I refuse?” Gabe snorted. “Seriously though, I’m a dedicated bottom babe, so the only dick our sexy soldier here will be riding is yours.”

  “Then shut up, and go back to sleep,” Tristan groaned. Gabe rolled his eyes, lying back and plastering himself to Tristan’s back, while Micah wrapped his arms around both of them from the front. Once the room was quiet and still; once again they all drifted back to sleep.

  Chapter 20 | The downside of therapy

  “Say what now?” Kory leaned across the table in his and Jon’s kitchen, staring at Tristan, Micah and Gabe in disbelief. “The three of you, are, a…” Kory looked to Jon.

  “A threesome, or a throuple as Mattie says,” Jon supplied, nonplussed.

  “Yeah, that.” There was an edge to Kory’s voice that rubbed Gabe the wrong way.

  “Shut your face, Kory. And be nice,” Gabe growled.

  Kory sat back and held his hands up. “Whoa there Gabe, I’m not condemning you or anything. I’m just, well, confused. Damn, this is, well Gio just…” just the mention of Gio’s name sent Gabe over the edge.

  “Don’t you fucking dare, Kory! Gio is gone, and that fucking sucks, but what did you expect? That I would live my life in celibacy? It’s been a year. And besides that, they make me happy, Kory. Does that even matter to you at all?” Gabe’s usually striking features were mottled with patches of red.

  “Damn, Gabe, I’m sorry. I… fuck.” Kory dragged his hand down his face. Tristan, Micah and Jon sat quietly, watching the fiasco between the two friends as it played out in slow motion.

  Gabe relaxed a bit and sighed. “Just say whatever it is you’re thinking, Kory.”

  Kory raised his head, meeting Gabe’s intense glare. “I’m sorry, okay. I didn’t realize it had been that long. It’s still so… present and consuming for me.”

  All the anger and frustration drained away when Kory explained it that way. Gabe reached for Kory’s hand, patting it. Of course Kory would still feel raw and bitter. The shooting that left his lover dead had landed Kory’s in the hospital for almost a month. “Okay, let’s try this again. So, the three of you? That’s very exciting, but crowded.” They all laughed at the statement as well as the contrite look on Kory’s face.

  “Can I ask a question, without one of you biting my head off?” Kory asked.

  “Of course,” Tristan responded.

  “Are you sure this is what you want to do?” Kory lifted his hand before the glare Gabe was giving him could transform into words. “I’m not judging, Gabe, just asking. I’m concerned is all. You and Micah have both been through so much these last few years, both together and apart. Tristan has been a beacon of light for both of you. I guess I just worry that the gratitude you all share with one another for holding each other together this past year might be presenting itself as attraction. I love you guys, you’re all my friends, and Tris, you’re family. I would hate to see any of you hurt if this ends badly.”

  “We are. We talked about everything upside down, backwards, sideways and inside out over the past couple of days,” Micah responded.

  “I’m sure you have. Missionary, doggy style, in the shower and with someone’s back against the wall.” There was the smartass Kory that everyone knew and loved. They all laughed. Jon met Tristan’s eyes, nodding toward the living room, the two of them quietly excusing themselves.

  “So, Gran is going to pop a blood vessel when she hears. Please wait until Sunday dinner to tell her.” Jon looked like a kid getting ramped up for his birthday.

  “What would Mother say if she heard you say that?” Tristan teased his brother.

  Jon reached for his brother, squeezing his shoulder. “Seriously bro, if you’re happy, that is all that matters.” They hugged before heading back into the kitchen. Jon and Tristan cooked omelets and the five of them ate and put bets on how Victor, Andrew and Mattie would react when they told them.

  ***

  They arrived at Harold Prescott’s office just after two that afternoon. Once Tristan, Micah and Gabe had transitioned from friends to lovers and partners, he transferred their psychiatry therapy over to Doctor Prescott. One evening after Tristan moved
in, Harold had come over for dinner and the four of them talked about it at length. The important thing, Tristan had told Micah when he hesitated, was that his therapy not be compromised in any way because of the shift in their relationship. Eventually Tristan and Gabe persuaded Micah to agree.

  “I’ll be there with you every step of the way.” Gabe told Micah when he protested the change. “Tristan and I both well, just like the two of you will be there for me. We’ll always have each other’s backs, the three of us.”

  Gabe followed Tristan and Micah to a room that held a desk, two computer monitors, a chair, all sorts of controllers, a visor and other things that made the area look like a gaming station. There was a smaller, wooden chair in one corner; it looked uncomfortable. “Come in, please, and shut the door.” Dr. Prescott motioned the three of them into the small room.

  Gabe froze when Micah pulled the small, uncomfortable chair out and sat down, facing Dr. Prescott. “Okay, Micah, I know you already know the drill; just humor me. And it will be good for Gabriel to know what we are fixing to do as well.” Gabe plastered a smile on his face when Micah looked up at him. He groped around until he found Tristan’s hand, twining their fingers and squeezing tight to keep himself grounded.