All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  After another round of questions and answers, Beau and William left Doctor Chase’s office with prescriptions and a bag full of samples in hand. He was anxious to get to the pharmacy, grab some lunch and head home so he could test out the flavored condoms the good doctor had tossed into the bag.

  ***

  Pulling into the driveway and seeing several cars and trucks already parked caught William off guard. Mattie hadn’t said anything about anyone else joining them for dinner, but then, Mattie considered them all family so he probably hadn’t given it a second thought. He could tell Beau was nervous; taking his hand he squeezed, smiling up at him hoping his would calm the big, brooding man.

  William couldn’t help but smile walking through the back door and hearing the chaos that was Victor, Andrew and Mattie’s house, full of people. It brought back so many wonderful memories of waking up and coming downstairs to a symphony of voices, all talking over each other, every chair at the table full, some holding two people. Cookouts, Victor’s pasta nights, sleepovers, everyone rallying around Mattie after the whole Lance debacle; the last six years of his life were wrapped up in this house, these people.

  “You okay dere, Cher?” Beau leaned close, whispering in his ear.

  A jerky head nod was William’s only response before they were bombarded with, Hello, and, How have you been? from everyone. Beers were thrust at them as they passed the kitchen, Andrew hollering over the noise, “Vic’s upstairs!” before turning back to the pot boiling on the stove. William went to the fridge, setting his beer back on the shelf and grabbing a bottle of water instead. Chris, Linc, Colton, Tony and Jacob were playing cards at the kitchen table, everyone smiling and waving when William said hello. Mattie was in the den playing the PlayStation with Kory while Jon swore that Mattie was cheating, tossing popcorn at the big-screen TV.

  William walked past them without speaking, deciding to stop and talk when they came back downstairs. As he climbed the stairs to the old office in the attic, his stomach was uneasy. For the time being, he decided to blame that on the PrEP he had started that morning, not on the swarm of moths doing swan dives in his stomach. Jesus, I feel like a sixteen-year-old again, heading upstairs to ask Dad if I can borrow his car for the first time.

  The top step creaked, drawing Victor’s attention from the stack of papers in front of him. His frown quickly turned to a grin as he stood to greet them. “William, Beauregard, how are you this evening?”

  Victor turned to give William a hug, his hand shooting out to shake Beau’s. “We uh…we wanted to talk to you alone for a minute if that’s okay.”

  “Yes, come, sit.” Victor motioned to the couch across from his desk. He stared at William intently for a few unnerving moments, then Beau before he spoke again. “Tell me, why are you both being nervous?”

  Many options of how to answer that question sprung to mind. Gee, let me think. My boyfriend is HIV positive, and we’ve spent the last forty-eight hours fucking like bunnies. Don’t worry, we used protection and we were safe. Tristan, Micah and Gabe know, Dusty knows, now you know and fuck me sideways if I am not dreading telling my parents! Oh, and I can’t shoot porn for you anymore because that would require me not fucking said boyfriend and it took me long enough to get him in my pants, I plan on keeping him there.

  “William?” Victor’s voice was laced with concern.

  “Cher, you okay?” Beau leaned close, keeping his voice low.

  He nodded. Well, actually, his head did that crazy jerky bobble head dance. “Yeah, fine, I… I can’t shoot anymore Vic. I’m sorry, I know I told you guys another month but, well, things have changed.”

  “I see.” Victor studied him, closely, his elbows on the arms of his desk chair, fingers steepled in front of him. Quite frankly, it was making William nervous as hell. “And why is that?”

  He sucked in a deep breath, opening his mouth, but nothing came out. Beau however, had no problem whatsoever laying it all out there on the table. “You see, William and I we done gone and got busy, and since I’m HIV positive, it might not be the best idea for me to be fucking him den letting him loose on camera.”

  Oh, sweet baby Jesus! William wanted to crawl under the couch and hide. He glared at Beau, getting a cheeky grin in return. He wanted to slap it off his face, Victor was probably…William’s inner monologue was cut off mid-thought when the usually cool, calm and reserved Romanian lost his shit. He’d seen Victor smile, heard him laugh, but this, this was some sort of crossbreed of laughter and crying, some snorting, perhaps a giggle and a fart. It took the better part of five minutes for Victor to calm down enough to speak, wiping away the tears that were streaming down his cheeks.

  “Oh hell, that was funny. We are being best friends Beauregard, indeed.” And then with the snap of a finger, dead serious Victor was back. “You are being careful?” William and Beau both nodded. “Good. But, you are fired.” Victor pointed at William.

  “Ummm, say what now?” William asked, confused. “I, like, came up here to quit, you can’t fire me.” He said the word fire with air quotes.

  Victor snorted. “Oh, but I just, did.” William opened his mouth to argue the point further, closing it when Victor raised one eyebrow and gave him the patented, Don’t fuck with me, I’m the boss! stare.

  “Now, Beauregard…”

  “Just Beau, please.”

  “Okay, just Beau.” And then Victor proceeded to question Beau on his status, his cell counts, medications, forms of protection they were using, etcetera. William sat watching and listening, slightly shocked at how knowledgeable Victor was about HIV/AIDS. By the time they made it back downstairs he was convinced that Beau and Victor were indeed, best fucking friends—the two of them laughing about something while Victor grabbed a handful of beers from the fridge.

  William shook his head when Victor offered him a beer. “Nah, I’m good, not supposed to drink much until the medication is regulated in my system.” Truth be told, even if the packet from hell that Dr. Chase had given him didn’t warn avoiding alcohol whenever possible for the first four to six weeks of Truvada therapy, William was too nauseous to even consider anything other than water.

  What he hated more than the damn side effects of the medication were the looks of concern and regret he kept seeing on Beau’s face. He sidled up behind William, leaning down to whisper in his ear so no-one else would hear. “You okay dere, Cher?”

  “Yeah babe, I’m good, just tired is all.” It wasn’t a lie; he was tired.

  “We can leave whenever.” Beau responded.

  As much as William wanted to stay and play cards, drink beer, watch scary movies and eat popcorn, all the things he used to do when he stayed out at the house. What he wanted even more was to go home, to the place he now called home with Beau, curl up on the couch and watch TV in the arms of the man he loved. Leaning against Beau, looking up into those baby blues that shined just for him, William nodded. “Yeah, let’s go home.”

  Chapter 19 | All Mine

  Rolling over to find the other side of the bed empty, William sat up, yawning and stretching, calling out for Beau. “Babe?”

  “In here, Cher.” Beau called out from the living room. As his senses woke, William grinned at the familiar smell of freshly brewed coffee. The initial four weeks of therapy had passed, thank fuck, because he wasn’t certain he could have taken one more day of the nausea and Beau trying to pull away from him.

  They’d argued over it to the point of shouting a couple weeks into the PrEP therapy after a rough bout of nausea and diarrhea that left William on the toilet, both ends of his body expelling everything except his tonsils and toenails. “Goddammit Beau, I’m doing this for you, for us, so stop staring at me like I’m on my last leg and fucking comfort me, or something!”

  “I don’t want dis for you Cher, it’s less dan you deserve, you can still walk away.” Beau responded, leaning against the bathroom door, his face a painting of defeat. William knew deep down that the last thing Beau wanted was for him to l
eave. He knew it was just concern for him and after being alone for so many years, Beau didn’t know how to deal with some of the relationship issues the right way. But having your body wage war against you because of the drugs you were taking for the man that was telling you that you could walk away… that was a bit much in a weakened state of duress and William, regrettably, went off on his lover.

  “Beau, don’t make me kick your ass! I can’t hold down food, I can’t veer far from the toilet for fear of shitting myself. The least you could do is be supportive since I’m doing this for us, you ungrateful son of a bitch!” He regretted the words as soon as they came out. Beau stood stock still, staring at him with wide eyes. They didn’t talk for a few hours after that. Beau went downstairs to do inventory and place an order, William finally caving and taking one of the stomach pills. That night was the catalyst, the worst of the storm, the nausea and other random side effects slowly starting to slack off from there.

  Walking toward the kitchen and that wonderful effervescent smell of freshly brewed coffee, William inhaled, smiling and thanking god his stomach didn’t kick him in the ribs. Grabbing the largest cup he could find, he filled it to the brim before heading down the hall toward the living room where Beau was. Coming into the living room, he almost dropped his precious cup of coffee.

  Beau sat on the couch in a pair of Spider Man boxers and a T-shirt that read, I’m not here to blow sunshine up your ass. His bare feet were propped up on the coffee table. And he was… coloring? “Are you…coloring?” William asked.

  “Yep, very calming Cher, you should try it.” Beau grinned, holding up a coloring book that read, Swear And Relax. I am sick of this shit! Swear word adult coloring book. William cracked up, walking around the coffee table to the other side of the couch, moving the pack of glitter markers out of the way before sitting down next to Beau.

  “Okay, the coloring book is awesome, I must admit. But, uh, glitter markers?” William teased.

  Beau glared at him, slowly lowering his feet to the ground, leaning forward and sitting his coloring book and markers on the coffee table. Turning sideways, he took the glass measuring cup William had filled with coffee and sat it on the coffee table then grabbed William and pulled him into his lap.

  William laughed, opening his mouth to say something only to be cut off with a toe curling kiss. Coming up for air, eventually, William panted against Beau’s lips. “I’m sorry I haven’t been receptive of your affections lately.”

  Beau lifted a finger to his mouth. “Shut… up.” A pregnant pause so that Beau could be certain William wouldn’t argue.

  “Now listen to me Will. I love you. You. Not yo ass or anyting else dat you can do for me. You just spent the last month sicker dan a damn dog while your body got used to someting dat you don’t even gotta do. Someting dat you do just for me, for us.” William knew the truth in those words. Beau rarely called him anything but Cher, only using his given name when he was pissed or serious. William had also learned over the short time that he and Beau were a real life couple, not just a couple of angsty teenagers playing catch and release, that Beau could be with him without sex. As great as the sex was, it wasn’t what defined them or their relationship.

  “I love you too Beau, so much.” Pressing the weight of his body into Beau’s, William melted into the kiss. It didn’t take long for their dicks to take notice that their bodies were in close proximity, both of them growing hard and needy.

  “Condoms, lube, now.” Beau growled into William’s mouth, refusing to release his lips.

  William stretched as far as he could, the tips of his fingers finally reaching the drawer of the coffee table, snagging a sleeve of condoms and tossing them on the couch beside them, then stretching again to search for the lube.

  As soon as supplies were in hand, Beau stood, turning and laying him out on the couch, climbing between his legs and diving in for another kiss. William wasn’t quite sure how Beau had gone years without sex if he was this wired and ready to go after only a couple of weeks of abstinence. His big, brooding lover stripped him in no time, standing and tearing off the Spider Man boxers that looked sexy as fuck on him, then the shirt, before sliding back into the open space between William’s legs.

  “Tell me what you want, Cher.” Beau coaxed him as he inserted one lube slicked finger into his passage.

  “Oh my god…just…you Beau…just you.” William managed to string a couple of words together before losing himself in the moment when Beau added another finger. Doing porn didn’t hold a candle to the way Beau made him feel when he touched him, fucked him, loved him.

  A condom was shoved into his hand. “Put it on me.” Beau’s voice was hoarse and needy. William wasted no time tearing the wrapper open then rolling the latex down the length of Beau’s cock, greasing him thoroughly with a healthy amount of lube.

  His eyes rolled back in his head when Beau took the head of his cock and teased his hole. “Look at me, Cher.” Beau begged, slowly pushing his way inside only after their eyes locked. “Jesus, you feel so fucking good.” Overwhelmed by everything, William pulled Beau close, kissing him while Beau fucked him into oblivion. His body tingled, so close to release, his lover recognizing the way he moved and begged, pulling back and slowing his pace.

  “Fuck! Beau, I’m so close, please.” He begged.

  “Oh no Cher, I haven’t had you in weeks, dis gonna last a little while.” And that was a promise. As frustrating as it was, William loved every mind-numbing moment of it. He tried to hold still, loose and pliable when his balls grew taught again, certain he could sneak his orgasm in. Beau recognized what he was doing, slowing his thrusts once again. The torturous rhythm was both erotic and enraging. William’s dick was so hard it hurt, his ass swallowing every thrust, begging for release.

  “God…damn, Beau…please…let me…come!” William whined between deep strokes. The tension and frustration from being brought to the brink then pulled back several times came to a head. Proving he was the perfect partner, Beau sensed that he was at his breaking point. Wrapping William’s legs around his waist, he thrust hard and fast, taking William’s hard cock in hand and flicking his thumb over the slit in the tip, bringing his orgasm to the surface fast and hard.

  “Fuuuuuuuuuck!” William groaned as he came. They held onto each other, riding the waves of their passion as it peaked, crashing like waves against rocks when they came one after the other, their bodies quivering, hearts racing. A few moments of post coital bliss were embraced, until Beau lifted himself up, pulling out slowly, heading to the bathroom to clean up.

  William couldn’t find the energy to move just yet, even when Beau called out from the kitchen, asking if he wanted water, he couldn’t manage to make his mouth work to form an answer. “Here, drink dis.” William opened one eye, glaring up at Beau, taking the bottle of water and sitting it on the coffee table beside them.

  They were lying there on the couch wrapped up in each other when Beau finally asked the question William had been waiting for since they officially started dating. “Why porn, Cher? What did you find dere dat you couldn’t find anywhere else?”

  “Think back to the first time you saw me. Did you see me and think—he’s a top?” Beau shook his head. “Yeah, that’s my life in a nutshell. Any guy I ever approached, ones that approached me, they always assumed because I’m big, broad and tall that I was a top.”

  “But dat’s not you Cher. Your body only comes to life when I’m inside you.”

  “Exactly. The porn was simply a means to an end. It was good money and a way for me to get what I wanted, what I fucking craved that no one could give me. And then I met you and I realized, that wasn’t what I truly wanted either. What I wanted, no—needed, was you Mr. Boudreaux.” William grinned at Beau, reaching up and twirling a lock of Beau’s long hair around his finger. “I think you were made for me Beau. We fit perfectly together, that has to be a sign, right?”

  Beau nodded, his teeth gently nipping the tip of William’s nose. �
��Awww, pookie, that’s so cute!” William teased.

  Beau frowned, shaking his head. “No.”

  “Dumplin?” William joked, receiving a lip curl that screamed disdain.

  “Sugar bear?” One raised eyebrow.

  “Baby cakes?” Beau literally growled at him.

  “Well now, that was kinda sexy, Caveman.” William leaned up just as Beau leaned down, their lips meeting in the middle for a sensual kiss. When Beau pulled back, William gazed up at him, eyes glassy. “God, you’re beautiful, and all mine.”

  Beau grinned. “Now dat, you can call me.”

  Chapter 20 | Parents Just Don’t Understand

  The flight from La Guardia to O’Hare was short, just a couple of hours, but William fidgeted the entire time. Even Beau’s kisses couldn’t calm his nerves. So far, everyone they had shared Beau’s HIV status with had been surprisingly understanding, his parents though, he wasn’t so sure they would be. And he was not far off base with that assumption.