All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  The golf course sat right on the Hudson River. All the usual silly amenities were included: sand traps, foot bridges, a pond, a cave, a stream and even a waterfall. The green was immaculate, all the foliage and plants in full bloom. “Wow, dis actually pretty cool.” Beau finally praised William’s choice for their first date. They played the first round straight through, stopping long enough to grab some lunch from the snack bar—sodas, hot dogs and chips—before playing another round.

  It was evident the second time around that William planned on having some fun, deliberately knocking a ball into the river, jumping over to the next hole from the one he was putting and even attempting a friendly game of croquet, knocking Beau’s ball away with his own just as Beau had lined up and threw his arm back to putt. William was laughing so hard he was crying, watching Beau’s big, burly body spin in a circle when his putter swung at nothing but air.

  “Oh, dat’s how it’s gonna be den?” Beau stalked toward him, one eyebrow raised. William sprinted past him just as Beau reached for him, giggling like a school girl before turning and sticking his tongue out at Beau. Freezing midstep, Beau was quick to call his date out on his antics. “Did you just say, nana nana, you can’t catch me?” William doubled over, laughing, crying and nodding, unable to form words.

  “Jesus, I done gone and found a boyfriend at the school yard,” Beau griped, shaking his head as he bent, lined up his shot again and putted straight into the hole. Pointing at the hole his ball landed in, it was Beau’s turn to tease. “You see dat dere? Now dat’s how you play golf.”

  William walked right up to him, pushed up on his tiptoes and kissed Beau softly on the lips. Grinning down at him, Beau asked, “Not dat I mind, but what dat for?”

  One corner of William’s mouth lifted, his eyes sparkling. “You just called me your boyfriend.”

  Beau snorted, shaking his head again, grabbing William and turning him around then swatting him on the ass and shoving him toward the next green. “Get on wit yoself, Couyon.”

  “Okay, that one I don’t know, what is a…Couyon?” William tossed over his shoulder, bending to line up his shot.

  “Back home, we call the crazy people Couyon.”

  “You damn Cajuns, have to have your own words for everything, why can’t you just say crazy?”

  Beau’s grin was mischievous as he stalked over to William, invading his space on a personal level, pouring every ounce of his Louisiana upbringing into his words. “But Cher, Couyon just sounds so much bettah.” He leaned down for another kiss, this one increasing in intensity to the point Beau was wishing they were alone so he could slowly and deliberately undress William and then…

  “Excuse me, sir, could you like, maybe molest your boyfriend outside of the green?” A pert feminine voice drew their attention away from each other. A young lady with pink hair and a nose ring stood glaring at them. One eyebrow raised, hand on her hip, foot tapping on the concrete. They both could tell straight away that she wasn’t being rude, per se, more sarcastic than anything, wanting them to move their asses out of her way.

  “Pardone maim.” Beau bowed slightly, taking William’s hand in his and pulling him to the next area that was a green inside an open-ended cave structure. Keeping their hands to themselves, they played the next few holes with relatively little conversation. Halfway between the cave and the cover of the entryway to the mini golf course, the bottom fell out of the sky, rain pouring down and soaking them in seconds. Beau grabbed William’s hand and moved toward the entry, but William pulled back, jerking his head toward the cave.

  “Goddamn Cher, you really done gone crazy!” Beau shouted to be heard over the all of the noise as people booked it toward the cover of the entryway, he and William the only two idiots heading away from covered area at the front of the golf course. Once inside the cave, William turned and lifted his head, eyes wide, smile blinding, water running down his face. Beau voiced a very unmanly shriek when William bent forward and shook his head, like a dog shaking its fur after running through the rain, laughing jovially at Beau’s shocked response.

  They stood still and silent for a few intense moments, eyes locked, the heat between them growing in intensity until Beau couldn’t take it anymore. He dropped his ball and putter on the ground at their feet, reaching for William just as his ball and putter fell, his arms wrapping around Beau’s neck as he was lifted off his feet, spun around and slammed back against the wall, Beau’s mouth devouring his within seconds.

  The kiss was wild, untamed and frantic. William grabbed two hands full of Beau’s long, beautiful hair, twisting and pulling. He wrenched the fingers from his hair, pushing and pinning William’s arms to the wall. “Oh!” William cried out when Beau ran the blunt edges of his teeth down the side of his neck, gently biting down on his shoulder through the material of the soaking wet shirt William wore. Beau bent at the knees, pushing his groin forward and up, the combined feeling of two rock hard dicks rubbing each other, encased in hard denim, pulling another shout from William’s kiss swollen lips. “God… damn!”

  Beau released one hand, running his fingers over the definition of William’s chest and abs, pushing his palm against the bulge in William’s jeans, hard. He gasped, “Beau, please.”

  “Tell me what you want, Cher.” Beau’s voice was rough, husky. He rubbed his hand up and down over the bulge that he could feel growing larger, harder with every push of his hand. He watched every emotion play out on the face of the gorgeous man he was rubbing off, in a cave, in the rain. It would have been hysterical, if not for the adrenaline running through Beau’s veins. William’s head lay back against the wall, eyes closed, mouth hanging open as he panted and begged Beau for more, just more.

  Beau leaned in, whispering filthy sentiments into William’s ear as he sped up the pace of his hand, essentially rubbing William closer to his climax. “You so beautiful right now Cher. I wish we was back in my bed, naked and sweaty, dat I was balls deep in dat ass of yours you been tempting me wit for months.”

  “Yeah, yeah, oh god, yeah, don’t stop Beau, please…tell me more.” William pleaded, his hips thrusting into Beau’s hand frantically, his fingers tightening around Beau’s other hand that still pinned his to the wall.

  “Soon Cher, soon, I gonna take you to my bed. I gonna undress you nice and slow, den I gonna lick every inch a dis golden skin you wearing. I gonna fuck you nice and slow up against da wall, den I gonna bend you over and ride you until you scream.” Just as Beau said the word “scream” William did, in fact, scream as he came in his pants.

  Beau lifted William’s chin with the hand that had just brought him to one of the most intense, mind-blowing orgasms he’d ever experienced, leaning in for a demanding, yet gentle kiss. As soon as his hand was released and Beau took a small step back, William’s legs gave out and he landed on the floor with a thud. Beau laughed, offering his hand to help the sloppy, sated man to his feet, but William had other ideas. He jerked hard, pulling Beau down to the floor beside him.

  He cursed and tried to get up; William cackled and draped his legs over Beau’s, forcing him to relent. He tried to climb into Beau’s lap, unsuccessfully. “But…I want to make you feel good too.” William looked at him with concern in his eyes.

  Beau kissed the top of his head, wrapping an arm around William and pulling him closer. “No Cher, dat was just for you.”

  The rain slowed with William’s breathing, the two of them sitting side by side on the hard, but mostly dry, floor. They talked while the rain kept a slow, steady pour, tapping on the roof over their heads. It was oddly quiet, peaceful, and Beau silently prayed William would be as content to just lay in his arms once he learned the truth, once Beau finally shared his deepest, darkest secret with him.

  Chapter 10 | Staking His Claim

  “Sounds like you two had a great time. I’m delighted to see you opening up to someone Beau; you deserve to be happy. And William is a great guy, a big teddy bear.” Tristan sat in his usual spot, his wingback chair acr
oss from the leather couch in his office where Beau sat.

  “He is, but what if he runs when I tell him? I don’t tink I can handle losing anyone else, Tris.” Beau spoke frankly with Tristan, probably the only person in his life he could be open and honest with, aside from Alma.

  “It’s a risk you’re going to have to take at some point Beau, sooner rather than later I think. While I’m almost certain that William won’t walk away from you, regardless of your HIV status, I’m also certain he will be hurt when you do finally tell him because you kept it from him for months. So, I stress, please consider talking to him soon.” Beau nodded. He knew Tristan was right, it was a dick thing to do, to romance a man with half-truths and secrets between them before they had even begun.

  “I care for him, more than I have cared for anyone since Izaiah died.” It had been close to six months since the first time Beau had touched William, that night in the storage room. Beau tried to do the right thing and walk away, more than once actually, but now… now his heart was in it and the big raging Cajun that wasn’t scared of anything, was scared of telling William and losing him.

  “Then you have to tell him, Beau. I know you are afraid; I was right where you are not so long ago, scared shitless to open up to Micah and Gabe. Hell, I almost walked away from them thinking they would be happier together, without me in the middle. But looking back on it now, I know I would have questioned my decision for the rest of my life had I not at least told them how I felt.” Tristan had moved over to the couch beside Beau, his therapist mindset left in the proper chair, his friend hat now sitting atop his head.

  Beau took the hand Tristan offered, squeezing tightly for comfort. “I hear ya Tris, and I know the truth in the words. Fuck, I try to tell him, several times, but I always freeze or chicken out.”

  “Why Beau? What is it that makes you hesitate being honest with a man you obviously care a great deal for? A man I dare say, you are falling for.” Tristan spoke softly; the smile he gave Beau was sad when he simply nodded his head, silently agreeing with what the therapist had just said. “Then tell me why.”

  Beau sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stave off the growing tension he felt pounding his brain. “When I tink I gonna tell him, my skin goes cold and I remember kneeling next to Izaiah’s coffin in the rain, saying goodbye to Mon Cheri, watching the wooden box disappear and den covered in dirt. Part of me died dat day Tris, hell, dere is still a part a me in the ground, in dat box wit Izzie.”

  “Look at me, Beau.” Tristan waited for Beau to face him. “I agree with you when you say that there is a part of you in the ground with Izzie; I think that is an honest emotion. But what I also think is that there is a part of Izzie that lives within you, right here.” Tristan flattened his palm over Beau’s heart, feeling the man’s pulse race beneath his fingers. “There are no guarantees in life, Beauregard Boudreaux, and while I cannot sit here and tell you with certainty that William won’t walk away when you tell him. I would still stake everything I have on him standing steadfast and strong, by your side, loving you, if you just give him the chance.”

  Tristan grunted when Beau hugged him, pulling his smaller frame to his chest and wrapping both arms snug around Tristan’s middle. He returned the hug, allowing Beau all the time he needed to regain his composure. Even looking away and pretending not to see the normally reserved man wiping away a tear or two.

  “Tank you, Tris.”

  Cocking his head to the side, Tristan gave him a half-assed smile. “For what?”

  “For always being dere when I need you, and for being my friend when I didn’t tink I had any.”

  ***

  William came into the bar that night for dinner with Chris and Linc and the tall one Beau didn’t care much for; he was far too handsy where William was concerned and that bothered Beau. He’d met Chris and Linc at the graduation party and the two of them visited the bar weekly. Linc had an almost bottomless appetite for the Red Beans & Rice with Andouille Sausage that was one of BB’s specialties.

  “Beau, how’s it hanging?” Linc greeted him with a fist bump before climbing onto a bar stool, the other three lining up beside him. William winked at Beau when he looked his way, grinning like an idiot. He chuckled softly, shaking his head, which was becoming the norm in his life lately. Laughing at his boyfriend and shaking his damn head—William was definitely going to keep him on his toes.

  “You boys here for suppah?” Beau asked them.

  “You know it,” Chris responded.

  “We’ll take our usual, Beau, and a couple of mugs of that new Milk Stout I see you have on tap over there, if you please,” Linc asked politely.

  “I’ll have the same as them, babe.” William’s words carried, having been spoken a bit louder than necessary.

  “Babe?” Jacob looked sideways at William, who nodded his head and grinned, again, like an idiot.

  Beau filled three of the largest mugs he carried with the Milk Stout and sat them down in front of Chris, Linc and William. He held onto William’s mug when he reached for it, running his fingers up his arm and pulling him over the bar, meeting halfway for a quick kiss. Jacob was the odd man out in more ways than one, ordering an IPA and a po’ boy, his gaze flitting back and forth between William and Beau. Excusing themselves to run to the bathroom before their food arrived, William followed Linc and the two disappeared down the hall. Beau decided it was time to nip any thoughts Mister Tall Blond and Annoying had about sinking his fangs into his man, in the bud.

  “Jacob, right?” Beau leaned on the bar, hovering over Jacob with his height while the younger man was sitting.

  “Yeah.”

  “Listen, dat dere boy”—Beau pointed in the direction William went—“Is mine, we clear?” Jacob’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping open. He nodded. Beau stood tall and smiled, reaching easily over the bar and smacking Jacob on the shoulder, hard. “Good! Now, how’s your drink?”

  “It…it’s good, sir.” Jacob stuttered.

  “Oh hell no boy, you don’t be calling me no sir, I am no such ting. A simple tank-you will suffice.” Beau crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at him.

  “Sorry si…Beau.”

  “Bettah! Can I get ya another beer den?” Jacob nodded.

  William and Linc made it back to the bar as Roni brought their food out. The three of them dug in immediately, savoring every delicious mouthful. Linc tried to lick his bowl when it was empty but Chris wasn’t having it. “Can’t I take you anywhere?” he asked, smiling and snatching the bowl away from his partner, handing it off to Beau.

  William watched Beau set all their dishes in a large tub, then leave the bar and head toward the kitchen, so he followed. Thankfully his hands were empty when he came back through the double doors and ran right into William. “Cher, what you doin back here?”

  “Chris told me what you said to Jacob, Caveman,” William joked, his arms already finding their way around Beau’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

  “I just wanted to be sure he knew where you belong is all.”

  “Uh-huh, right, Caveman.” William chuckled then turned to head back to the bar, yelping when Beau swatted his ass, hard.

  “You be careful now, I’ll trow you over my shoulder and show you who the caveman is, Cher.”

  William took a few steps backwards, one eyebrow raised and one corner of his lip curling upward. “Promise?”

  “Hey, lover boy, let’s jet!” Chris called out to William. “We have an early shoot tomorrow and I’m beat.” He pulled out his wallet and grabbed four twenties, holding them out to Beau. “This covers it?”

  Beau nodded, “And then some, you sure you don’t want no change?”

  “Nah, I’m good.” He and Linc shook Beau’s hand then went and stood over by the door, giving the two of them some privacy.

  “You know, you can stay wit me, if you wanted.” Beau’s mouth spewed before his brain could bar the words from being spoken. Please say no, please say no, please s
ay no, his inner voice chanted.

  “As tempting as that is, I have a shoot tomorrow, so I need some rest. Something tells me that if I were to stay with you, we would not be doing much sleeping.” He teased Beau, kissing him one last time, before saying a final goodbye and heading out behind Chris and Linc. Well, wasn’t that just a kick in the face?

  Beau sent Roni home and closed the bar by himself, taking his frustration out on the dishes, breaking a couple of the bar glasses in the process. Cursing, he stomped down the hall to find the broom and dust pan so he could clean up the broken glass, muttering to himself along the way.