All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  William sat in his truck for a few minutes, working out what he wanted to say to the man. When a guy exited the bar, climbing into the last car in the lot, William knew he’d better get inside before Beau closed up for the night. “Sorry, we’re closing,” Beau hollered, not bothering to turn around when he walked in.

  “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not here for a drink then,” William told him.

  Beau spun around, eyes wide. “William, what you doin down here? Shouldn’t you be back dere?”

  “No, I shouldn’t be back dere; I should be right here asking you what the fuck happened back dere.” He was tired of Beau assaulting his senses with that rumbling voice of his that oozed sex appeal, and the random kisses that were never quite enough to quench William’s thirst for the man standing before him, glaring at him with one eyebrow cocked up.

  Beau shook his head, leaning on the bar and grinning, eyes still uncertain, but unwavering. “What you want, boy?”

  “Dammit!” William shouted, slamming his hands on the bar, then pushing himself up and leaning closer to Beau. “I am not a boy. I am a man, a man that wants you if you haven’t figured that out yet you crazy fucking Cajun asshole!”

  When Beau cackled at him, throwing his head back and laughing long and loud, William wanted so very badly to be pissed about it. Then Beau met his eyes again and he saw the uncertainty gone, so he fell onto the bar stool behind him with a sigh. “So, who do I have to blow to get a drink around here?” Beau was wearing the same T-shirt he wore the night he jacked William off in the storage room and he delighted in watching the usually stoic bartender’s face flush slightly at his question.

  “You, my friend, don’t play fair.” Beau glared at him. He pulled a couple of mugs out and filled them with the Sixpoint IPA he’d just added to the tap that afternoon, keeping one eye trained on William.

  “So, tell me, why did you run off earlier? If it was something I did, you could have told me, Beau.” William took the offered mug, taking a drink before setting it down and running his finger over the rim.

  Beau sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. William watched a myriad of emotions play out on the sexy man’s face, even more so when he opened his eyes, staring into William’s. Sadness, pain and vulnerability dulled the usually brilliant pools of blue, making Beau look worn out and torn down. “I…I’ve not been in a relationship wit anyone in a very long time, Cher. Not since Izzie.”

  William was intrigued; he had so many questions. He decided to focus on the most important ones. Who was Izzie and why wasn’t he here? Did this man break Beau so badly that he was hesitant to ever open up to another man again? And why in the hell would anyone leave Beau? The man was beautiful, honest and kind. What more could anyone want in a partner? Oh, well, fuck him then. Him leaving may have cut Beau deeply, but that opened the door for me.

  A little bit of sunshine erased the dullness he’d seen in Beau’s eyes when he smiled. “Come on den; let’s at least get comfortable before dere’s any soul sharing.”

  Chapter 8 | More than Friends

  “Tell me about him.” William took Beau’s hand in his, twining their fingers together and resting them on his knee. Beau looked down at their joined hands, grinning. It felt strange to be holding a man’s hand again, different and yet…right.

  “We met at a bar in N’awlins when we was just eighteen. I still remember the first time I saw him like it was yesterday. So fierce and full of life—you remind me of him in dat way.” Beau smiled, remembering how vivacious Izzie was, until he got sick. “He was my first love, my only love, until he died.”

  William gasped, his grip on Beau’s hand tightening. “Oh god Beau, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

  Beau reached over and placed two fingers on William’s lips, silencing him. “It’s okay, how could you?”

  “It’s just…I’m almost embarrassed now to say, just a few minutes ago when you spoke about him, I thought he’d left you. I’m sorry I painted him in such a dark contrast before I knew everything Beau, truly.” William reached for him, cupping Beau’s cheek in his hand, sharing a sad smile.

  Turning his head slightly, Beau kissed his palm before covering William’s hand with his own. Now that he had ripped the Band-Aid off, so to speak, Beau felt much more comfortable talking about Izzie.

  William sat listening with rapt attention as he shared a lifetime’s worth of memories that had been stuffed into ten years together. While he did tell William about Izzie’s addiction, he kept the result of that addiction out of the conversation. The more time they spent together, the stronger Beau’s feelings became. But he still wasn’t certain how William would react to learning he was HIV positive. If they entered into a relationship or considered having sex, the conversation would be unavoidable. For now though, Beau wanted to get to know the dark-haired man that sat next to him talking about growing up in boring-ass Chicago, as William put it.

  “So, your parents don’t care bout you being gay?” Beau asked.

  “No; not even a little. I was scared shitless to tell them though, I didn’t know how they would react, you know. I was watching these videos online where guys my age were coming out to their parents and being cut off, kicked out or, oh my god Beau this one guy came out to his parents on video and then filmed them beating the shit out of him. I cried all night after that. I mean, who does that? To their own kid.” William looked like he was going to be physically ill.

  “You want some water?” Beau asked, standing and walking back behind the bar to refill his beer, filling William’s glass as well when he shoved it his way and asked for another.

  “Anyway, where was I? Right, telling parents. By the time I finally got up the nerve to tell them I thought I might throw up in my lap. You know what my mom did? She stood and hugged me and whispered I know. And that was that.” William chuckled, taking a drink of his beer. “What about you?”

  “Oh no, my papa was right pissed when I brought Izzie to the house to meet him and Momma. Told me to take my, I can’t say the word, let’s just say he called Izzie the N word and told me to take my N and get my faggot ass outta his house. Said if I ever darkened his door again he would gut us both and feed us to the fishes.” Beau could still remember the look of sheer hatred in the man’s eyes as he cussed and tossed him and Izzie out the front door. Slamming and locking it behind them, basically shutting his own son out of his life for good.

  “That’s horrible; I’m so sorry you had to deal with that. So Izzie was black?” William asked. Beau nodded, taking another long pull from his mug. “Damn, so you two had to deal with hatred from homophobic bigots as well as racist assholes. That fucking sucks. You two were happy though, until he died?”

  “Yeah, for the most part, we were.” Beau stared at the floor, a vision of Izzie’s funeral flashed through his mind. William sat his mug down on the bar and stood, moving over in front of Beau. Slowly, he lifted his head until he was looking into William’s eyes. He took Beau’s mug from him, leaning around Beau’s body to place it on the bar with his own, never taking his eyes off Beau.

  Beau did his best not to react when William’s hands landed on his shoulders, though he was quite certain that the gorgeous man could feel his body quiver with anticipation. He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath when nimble fingers worked their way up his long neckline, William running them through Beau’s thick hair until he came to the band that held his hair back.

  “Let me see…” William pulled the band down the length of Beau’s hair until the long locks were free and flowing, dropping the band on the bar behind him. “…there, better.”

  Beau chuckled, shaking his head at the man standing between his legs, smiling at him, looking at him like he was some kind of goddamn prize. William seemed to sense the sudden change in Beau’s demeanor, reaching up and grabbing Beau’s face to hold him still. “Please, stop pulling away from me. Stop letting me get one toe in the door, then shoving me back out and slamming it in my face.
I like you Beau, I like you a lot and unless you can give me a damn good reason why I shouldn’t, then you need to get over it and accept that I’m not going anywhere.”

  Beau laughed then, grinning madly and grabbing a fistful of William’s shirt, pulling him close for a brief kiss. Eyes closed, breathing becoming more and more difficult with each passing second that William was so close to him, Beau spoke from his heart. “I like you too Cher, you can’t even imagine, god, fuck it all I want you. It’s just…” Beau leaned back so he could look William in the eyes. The truth of his words shone in the deep brown eyes that stared back at Beau with nothing but longing. Could he tell William the truth and still keep him?

  “I…” the words were on the tip of Beau’s tongue—I’m HIV positive. But they stuck there like glue.

  “Hey, it’s okay. Unless you’re trying to tell me that you moonlight as an axe murderer, or worse, that you’re straight.” William shivered and scrunched his face up, his tongue darting out like he had just eaten a sour grape. Beau tried hard not to laugh; it was too damn cute. “There’s nothing you could tell me that would change the way I feel about you, Beau.”

  Wanna bet?

  William moved in for another kiss, his tongue swiping over Beau’s bottom lip, seeking admittance. Beau leaned back again, waiting for William to open his eyes. “No biting, Cher.” He didn’t give the man time to respond, instead wrapping his arms around William and pulling him close, devouring his mouth with a deep, demanding kiss that had been building in intensity for months. Fuck, but the man felt so right in Beau’s arms, like he belonged there.

  William alternated between rocking his hips, pushing his and Beau’s groins against each other, and trying to climb up him and straddle his lap on the small, uncomfortable bar stool. Beau planted both feet firmly on the ground, standing and reaching back, grabbing William’s ass and lifting him up into his massive arms. He wrapped his legs and arms around Beau like a spider monkey, clinging to him for dear life, never letting go of the hold his lips had on Beau’s.

  Beau had to navigate the twenty or so feet that separated the bar from the booths that lined the far wall. He took out one table and a couple of high-back chairs, unable to see since William refused to give up Beau’s lips for so much as one second. Finally making it to the other side of the bar, Beau dropped William onto a table and immediately reached for the button of his pants, knocking his would-be lover’s hands out of the way and growling at him when William tried to help.

  “Don’t make me tie you down, boy,” Beau barked.

  William laughed at him. “Promise?”

  Looking up into the eyes of the man splayed out beneath him was a big mistake. William’s usually brilliant brown eyes had gone completely black, his pupils blown. His face was flushed, nostrils flared and then the fucker had the audacity to lick his lips slowly and deliberately. Beau managed to get the button undone on William’s jeans, not bothering with the zipper, instead tearing the material away resulting in a rip in the jeans down to his balls. With one hand he released William’s long, meaty cock and slowly stroked him, the other hand crawling under his T-shirt, searching out then pinching one of his nipples, hard.

  William’s back arched, hands gripping the edges of the hard table he lay on, legs wrapping tight around Beau’s thighs. “Fuck!” he cried out when Beau flicked the slit of his cock with his thumbnail. He wasn’t entirely certain that the table would hold their combined weight, but he had to kiss the beautiful man that was laid bare before him, groaning and begging him for more. As soon as Beau’s face was within reach, William grabbed him by the hair, pulling his mouth down for a scorching hot kiss that made Beau’s balls tingle and dance.

  Reminded that he needed oxygen to keep his heart beating, Beau pulled back, gasping for air. Continuing his maddening slow jerk of William’s cock, he lifted the shirt he wore and leaned down, licking one of the pert, pink buds then blowing on the sensitive flesh. William shivered and moaned. “More, oh god Beau, please, more,” he begged.

  He shrieked, back bowing up off the table when Beau bit down hard on the same nipple, releasing the now hard peak of flesh only to suck on it, running his tongue over the tip. He tightened his grip on William’s cock, jerking faster, pulling harder, making the man writhe underneath him and beg so beautifully. “You like dat Cher? You like my tongue and teeth on your body?” Beau didn’t recognize his own voice; there was so much desire lacing his words, desire he hadn’t felt pouring through his veins in over a decade.

  William nodded his head, staring up at Beau with wide eyes. “Oh god, Beau, I’m gonna come!” he shouted, his body taut with tension before he groaned long and loud and Beau felt the wet heat of William’s orgasm between his fingers. “Kiss me,” William whispered, his body still jerking and quivering in the wake of his orgasm. Beau happily complied, kissing the man slowly and gently, before leaning back and bringing his come-soaked fingers to his mouth, licking them clean while William watched with rapt fascination. “Oh, my god, that is so fucking hot!”

  Beau wanted to tear his own jeans off, climb up William’s body, bend him in half and drive into him and fuck him until he was hoarse from screaming. That would require a conversation best saved for another time, so he improvised. Standing, he pointed one still damp finger at William. “Don’t move.”

  He didn’t break eye contact with William once. Not when he unzipped and released his cock and proceeded to stand just out of arm’s reach and bring himself to climax, nor when he jerked his T-shirt over his head one handed so he could use the material to catch his seed when he came. Beau was far from innocent; he’d seen his share of beds and bare asses over the years. But he didn’t think he had ever seen anything sexier than William spread out on that table, his pants torn open with his now flaccid cock staring back at him from a thatch of dark, curly hair. His shirt still bunched up around his neck, his nipples red and swollen from Beau’s ministrations. And those eyes, those fucking beautiful brown eyes that had managed to strip away every barrier Beau kept carefully erected around himself.

  Breathless and sated, Beau held up one finger, turning and heading behind the bar to thoroughly clean himself up, tuck his spent dick away then grab a clean dishcloth, wetting it with warm water for William. Beau couldn’t help the satisfied smirk on his face as he walked slowly across the bar to where William stood, leaning against the table, jeans buttoned but torn. He looked like a debauched angel, in Beau’s mind at least. Snatching the towel from Beau, he tossed it over his shoulder and grabbed Beau, pulling him close and kissing him.

  They ended up back where they started, holding up a couple of bar stools, drinking beer and talking a while longer. When William started yawning and stretching, Beau figured it was time to send his young suitor home. As much as he’d love to have William in his bed, they were far from that stage of a relationship yet, so despite his inner struggle to keep the man there, he walked William to the door so he could lock up.

  With one last, quick kiss, William surprised him yet again. “So, will you go out on a date with me, Mr. Boudreaux?”

  Beau couldn’t stop the laugh that spilled out if he had tried. “A date? Weren’t you da guy I had nearly naked and screaming bout an hour ago?” Beau nodded toward the table he had recently molested William on top of.

  William tried to feign innocence, gently shoving Beau’s shoulder. He smiled in spite of himself, letting his hand trail down Beau’s arm, twining their fingers together. “Seriously, I want to take you out on a date. It will give us a chance to continue to get to know each other. And, if we’re out in public, I will be less tempted to spread you out on the bar and ride you until I scream myself hoarse.”

  Beau coughed, damn near swallowed his tongue actually. Jesus, but the man was brazen as hell! William threw his head back and laughed, his eyes vibrant and glowing when he looked at Beau again. “Well?”

  “What’d you have in mind, Cher?”

  “I seem to remember you agreeing to go to Pier 25 with me,
but, I hope the stipulation is no longer required.” William looked up at him through his long, dark lashes, eyes optimistic.

  Beau cocked his head, his brow creased with confusion. “The last time I asked you to go to Pier 25 you said, just as friends. I think, well, I hope that after tonight we are at least a little bit more than just friends.” William continued to watch Beau, with bated breath it seemed.

  Smiling, Beau leaned in and kissed William on the cheek. “Yes Cher, I tink we done gone past the friends stage.”

  He stood leaning against the door frame watching William’s tight ass sway as he walked to his truck, turning back once and winking. “Make sure you bleach that table!” he shouted, then laughed, climbing into the truck and steering his way toward the road.

  Chapter 9 | First Dates

  Pier 25 was the longest pier in Hudson River Park and it included an 18-hole mini golf course, the only one in Manhattan. Beau tried his best to get William to change his mind on the drive to the Pier, all but resorting to whining. “Oh come on, a big guy like you isn’t afraid of a fun, friendly game of mini golf, right?” William teased. Much to Beau’s surprise, he actually had more fun at the Pier than he could remember having in years. It helped that he’d finally gotten to talk to Alma that morning for a while before William arrived at his apartment.