All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  “Seriously Willie, we have supported you through everything. Coming out to us, traveling the world when you modeled and danced, doing the porn. But this… there comes a time when a mother has to put her foot down, draw a line in the sand and say hell no!” William’s mother shouted.

  “Mom, will you pipe down? I don’t want Beau to hear you.” William had sent Beau downstairs to his room in the basement at his parent’s house as soon as he saw the anger in his mother’s eyes.

  “I will not pipe down and don’t you dare ask me to. This is dangerous Willie, deadly dangerous, why would you ever think your father and I would be okay with this?” his mother glared at him, hands on her hips.

  “And exactly how old is this guy by the way?” his father asked.

  “He has a name dad, Beau, and he’s forty-three, why?”

  “Forty-three?!” his mother shouted. “You’re barely thirty Willie, what does a man that much older than you want with you?”

  “I’m thirty-one, Mother, you should know since you carted me around for nine months.”

  “Don’t you call me mother with that tone in your voice.” His mother glared at him.

  “What tone of voice, Mother?” William added as much sarcasm as he could get away with to the word mother. “The tone of voice that says I have finally found a man that can love me for me, a man that I too love, and just because he isn’t some perfect fucking Ken doll, you don’t approve?” he was exasperated and beyond caring if he pissed his parents off or not.

  His mother gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. “William Scott Richards, you do not speak to your mother that way!” His father took his turn at the shouting game.

  He threw his hands up in the air, resigned to disagree for the time being. “You know what, I’m going to bed, I’m exhausted and Beau probably is too. We can talk more tomorrow.”

  “Oh no sir, you are not…” William spun around glaring at his mother, the look on his face alone enough to silence her mid rant.

  “Yes, I am. Goodnight, Mother.” Slamming the door at the top of the stairs and locking it from the inside, William took the steps two at a time, stomping over to the couch where Beau sat reading a book.

  “How much of that did you hear?” William asked, plopping down onto the couch.

  “Enough, Scott.” Beau responded. Setting the book on the table beside him, he cupped William’s face with one hand, gently turning his head to face him. “Enough to know dat your parents care deeply for you, Cher. I didn’t want dis for you in the beginning either, remember?”

  Climbing over onto Beau’s lap, William smiled down at him. “Yeah, well you’re stuck with me Mr. Boudreaux. And the rents are just gonna have to deal with it.”

  The kiss that followed grew to a volcanic heat quickly, but there would be no fucking to quench William’s thirst. Beau had not only not packed any condoms, he removed the ones William had packed, leaving them at home on their bed. So he did the only thing a boyfriend worth his salt without proper protection could do; he got down on his knees in front of William, unbuttoning his pants then sliding them down his legs, dropping them on the floor beside him.

  William was already panting and hard, dangerously close to coming in his boxers. He was shocked he didn’t blow his load when Beau snaked his tongue from his toes, up the length of his leg, gently moving the boxers to one side so he could suck on William’s balls.

  Running his fingers through Beau’s long hair, William groaned, closing his eyes and leaning back on the couch, enjoying the sensations. “Fuck babe, that feels good.”

  “Yeah? Well you just keep quiet der Cher; don’t want your papa charging down dem stairs wit a loaded shotgun.” Beau chuckled.

  “Can’t, I locked the door.”

  Beau gently bit down on the cloth covered bulge that was William’s dick, drawing a low moan from his lover, his fingers tightening in Beau’s hair. William lifted his ass up again so that Beau could pull his boxers off, leaving him naked from the waist down, bare and at Beau’s mercy. Their eyes met, William sucking in a quick breath when the warm wetness of Beau’s tongue circled his crown before Beau took him all the way to the root. “Fuck!”

  “Shhh, quiet Cher, or I’ll stop.” William whined, promising to be quiet if Beau would just please, keep sucking his dick. And so he did. Setting up a rhythm, bobbing up and down as William thrashed and moaned.

  Lifting William’s legs and placing them over his shoulders, Beau licked a path from his balls, down his taint, to his quivering hole. Spreading his lover wide open, Beau attacked his greedy hole with reckless abandon. Stealing a glance, Beau caught William in the throes of passion… eyes closed, cheeks flushed, fist shoved into his mouth to stop himself from crying out. “Goddamn boy, so beautiful.” Returning to his ministrations, Beau licked, sucked and bit the sensitive flesh, fucking William with his tongue.

  “Jesus, fuck, oh, wow, Beau.” William rambled, his hips thrusting, his body pulling Beau’s tongue in. Wanting to give his lover as much pleasure as possible, Beau circled his opening with a finger, slowly pushing into his body with both his finger and his tongue. One finger became two, as Beau returned his lips to William’s now rock hard cock, sucking him down until he hit the back of his throat. “Beau, please.” The words were nothing more than a choked whisper on William’s lips. His body bowed, taut and ready to blow any minute.

  “Mmmmmmm.” Beau hummed, the sound reverberated through every cell in William’s body making him shiver. Knowing he was right on the edge, Beau added a third finger, twisting them inside William’s body until he found that spot, the bundle of nerves that made the man before him quiver.

  Hearing William suck in a breath right before his body went stiff, Beau knew exactly what was coming. The man was a very vocal lover, what generally came next was a cross between a shout and a wail so Beau did the only thing he could do in that moment that didn’t involve releasing the thick, heavy cock that was about to fill his mouth with bittersweet seed. He covered William’s mouth at the same time the first spurt of come hit his tongue. He sucked every last drop from William, until he laughed and pulled away. “Sensitive, stop.”

  Standing, Beau picked him up, walking to the bed and depositing William in the middle of it. He stripped down to his boxers, crawling under the blanket that was held open for him. “You’re still mine Beau; forever.” William whispered to him afterward, wrapped up in the warmth of Beau’s arms, the two of them drifting off to sleep.

  ***

  The two people that sat across from them the next morning over breakfast were not the same two people that had stood in the kitchen they all now sat in, having a pissing contest with William the night before. These people were polite, courteous and… awkwardly accepting, apologetic even. The only thought that crossed William’s mind was that he was living in a real life episode of Invasion of the Body Snatchers, or perhaps Village of the Damned?

  “Why the change of heart, Mother?” Still a bit pissed at his parent’s reactions and harsh words the night before, William was curt and standoffish.

  “Well, we talked, last night after you went downstairs, your father and I.” His parents exchanged an odd glance. “We aren’t thrilled with the situation William, you have to understand that much at least. But we also recognize that you are a grown man and therefore, get to decide what path you choose in life.”

  Reaching across the table, William grasped his mom’s hand, smiling at her. “Thank you, Mom.”

  He could see the uncertainty in her eyes, but there was unconditional love there as well. She graced him with a small smile.

  “And we know that if we don’t accept that this thing…” his father waved his hand from William to Beau, “…between you two is real enough for you, you may well cut us out of your life.”

  “Dad, I wouldn’t do that, Beau wouldn’t let me.” The four of them sat silently staring at each other, their omelets growing cold.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Richards, if I may, I love your boy, wit all m
y heart. I, well we, are very careful I can promise you dat.” Beau looked at William, one corner of his mouth turned up. “I’ll take care of him.” William returned the smile, leaning into Beau and resting his head on Beau’s shoulder. When Beau kissed the top of his head, William swore he could see a shimmer in his mom’s eyes.

  Some of the tension seeped away after that allowing them to spend the last few hours they had before their return flight actually holding a civil conversation. Hugs were exchanged between William and his parents as they were leaving, his father simply shaking Beau’s hand then disappearing back into the house. His mom, however, surprised them both. Standing up on her tip toes and snaking her arms around Beau’s neck, jerking him down into a hug. “Don’t disappoint me Beauregard Boudreaux.” She told him, watching them walk down the driveway to the cab that waited to take them back to the airport.

  “Well, dat went well.” Beau quipped as soon as they were safely ensconced in the cab.

  Chapter 21 | Murphy’s Law

  In the weeks following their trip to Chicago their lives were turned upside down in a series of events that, at the time, seemed grim and insurmountable. First, Beau caught a cold, probably on the flight or in and out of one of the airports. A common cold was a simple setback for most people, but with his weaker immune system due to the HIV and meds he took, it landed Beau in the hospital overnight.

  “I promise you William, he will be fine.” Doctor Chase tried to reassure him. “We need to pump him full of fluids and antibiotics and monitor him overnight just to be safe.”

  He didn’t sleep a wink that night. All he could do was sit in the chair beside Beau’s hospital bed and watch him sleep; finally crashing on the couch when they got home the next day after Beau was released. Later that same week, Roni gave her notice. Her mother was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s so Roni was moving back home to Boston to help care for her.

  “I can help with whatever you need babe, take over Roni’s duties until you can find a replacement.” William offered.

  “I know Cher, it’s just frustrating. First the hospital, now dis. Can’t get no worse dough, can it?” They shared a look, both realizing Beau shouldn’t have put those words out there. But of course it could. Worse came in the form of a certified letter at the Center, innocently lying in wait on Beau’s desk when he made his weekly visit the following week.

  William was unloading the dishwasher when the front door swung open, then slammed making him jump. “Beau?” he rushed out to the living room. “What’s wrong?”

  “Dis is what’s wrong!” Beau shouted, thrusting an envelope at him. William pulled the paper from the envelope, reading it out loud.

  Mr. Boudreaux, we regret to inform you that we will no longer be able to support New Horizons with a monthly donation due to a decrease in sales and revenues on our end.

  The letter went on to state how sorry they were and some other politically correct jargon. William sat the letter on the bar, moving over to where Beau stood staring out the window, wrapping his arms around him from behind.

  “We’ll figure something out Beau, the letter said starting next month, so we have some time to find an alternative.” Beau turned in his arms, laying his hands on William’s shoulders.

  “What you mean we Cher?”

  William stared up at Beau, eyes narrowing. “We...are in this together Beau. That is what a relationship is, us having each other’s backs, sharing the good and the bad, together.” He watched his partner ponder his words, a myriad of emotions fighting for dominance in the depths of Beau’s eyes.

  Finally, he nodded, leaning down and kissing William softly. “Tank you, Cher. I love you.”

  “Love you too, Caveman.” He teased.

  William worked at the bar that night, following Roni and shadowing her, learning everything he could so he would be able to slide in seamlessly when she left. Chris and Linc showed up around dinner time for their weekly meal of Red Beans & Rice with Andouille Sausage, listening intently while William and Beau unloaded their troubles.

  “Damn guys, I’m sorry, you came here to eat dinner and chill, not to listen to our problems.” William apologized.

  “Nonsense,” Chris replied. “We’re family William, and family shares their burdens with each other. I’m only sorry there isn’t something we can do to help.” Once they were home that night, Chris called Andrew to go over the All Cocks filming schedule for the next couple of weeks and filled him in on his conversation at the bar with Beau and William. Together, they came up with not only a possible solution, but some suggestions for help in other areas in regards to the Center as well.

  When Chris, Linc, Victor, Andrew and Mattie came into the bar a few days later, William knew something was up and it made him nervous.

  “Hey guys, what brings you in tonight?” He asked.

  “Linc and I wanted to introduce Victor, Andrew and Mattie to Beau’s Red Beans & Rice with Andouille Sausage.” Chris smiled.

  William led them to one of the larger tables close to the bar. “I’m not sure that’s possible tonight; the kitchen is fixing to close down and Beau and I were hoping to close up early tonight, it’s been a slow day.”

  “Not sure what’s possible, Cher?” Beau asked, walking out from behind the bar to greet William’s friends.

  “Sorry Beau, we were hoping to get some of your amazing Red Beans & Rice with Andouille Sausage, but I guess you guys are closing soon. We can still get some drinks though, right?” Linc responded.

  “Nonsense, if you have the time, I’ll go whip up a fresh batch. The hard part is the beans and I keep a couple jars of dem in the freezer, it’ll take bout an hour to cook. Den we can join you and shoot the breeze.” Beau grinned, stealing a quick kiss from William. “Get dem some drinks Cher, and I’ll go start us some suppah.”

  William tabbed out the last customer, locking the doors as they left, just as Beau brought out a large steel bowl, steam wafting over the beans, rice and sausage it held. “I tought we could eat our suppah family style.” He told them, setting the large bowl and a basket full of bread in the middle of the table before setting a stack of smaller bowls and several spoons down for them to eat from.

  He and William refilled everyone’s mugs, grabbing a couple of pitchers and filling those as well so they wouldn’t have to get up when someone’s beer mug ran dry to refill, they could simply grab a pitcher and pour.

  “So, much as I enjoy your company, someting tells me dat you five didn’t come here just to visit and eat my amazing cooking.” Beau wasn’t stupid, the five men coming to the bar at such a late hour for food was highly suspicious and a bit too convenient.

  Chris and Andrew exchanged a look, Andrew then looked to Victor. “This is being true Beau, we did not come here just for food, which is good as Chris and Linc tell us, by the way.”

  “Alright, then tell us what’s up, Victor.” William grabbed the pitcher that sat on his end of the table to refill his mug.

  “Well, Chris and Linc told us about the shit run of luck you two have had the last few weeks, and I think that the five of us can help with some of the issues. We have some ideas and an offer, at least.” Andrew pushed his empty bowl away, shaking his head when Victor offered to refill his bowl from the serving dish. Shrugging, Victor refilled his own bowl and dug right back in.

  “Go ahead.” Beau was intrigued.

  “First, you lost a major donor to the Center, right?” Andrew asked.

  Beau nodded once. “Well, we’d like to cover the amount of that monthly donation; Victor, Mattie and myself.”

  William froze, his mug halfway between the table and his mouth, eyes wide. He could feel the tension vibrating off of Beau in waves, so he sat his glass down and reached for his lover’s hand, squeezing tight and offering Beau a warm smile when he looked his way.

  Andrew noticed the stiff response as well, raising his hands in the air, silently asking Beau and William to bear with him. Beau simply nodded once again. “The business has ma
de us rich beyond our wildest dreams Beau, but the one thing the three of us wants more than anything is children. Thus far, that continues to elude us. We not only want to donate to the Center, we want to take on some type of role to help you with the kids there. It may be the closest we come to being parents, and those kids deserve to be loved and protected.” On instinct it seemed, Andrew wrapped an arm around Mattie, pulling him close and kissing his brow.

  Mattie smiled at Andrew, clearing his throat before speaking. “Not only that, I’m not sure how much William has told you about us, specifically me, but I was homeless from the time I was sixteen until I was eighteen and I met Vic and Andy. I was one of your kids, Beau. My parents blamed me when I was raped so I left. I lived on the streets, scrounged in the trash for food. I…sold myself to survive.” Mattie paused for a moment, sucking in a shaky breath, visibly upset by the memory of that time in his life.