All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  Blinking his eyes open, David reveled at the sight of Dusty grabbing a condom, tearing the wrapper open and slowly rolling it over his long, thick cock. Oddly, he remembered a video he watched online where one of the guys made the comment, “your dick is so perfect, it makes my mouth water.” Not understanding that comment at the time, he could now relate. Dusty’s cock was long and thick, the bulbous head swollen and red. Seeing Dusty so hard and worked up made David feel good, knowing that he was the person responsible for it.

  He watched as Dusty grabbed the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand, thoroughly coating his sheathed cock. He smiled down at David. “Your first time is always easier if you’re on your hands and knees, D.”

  David shook his head. “I want to see you, to be able to kiss you.”

  “Me too D, me too.” Dusty moved over into the space between his open legs, leaning in for a kiss while he used his fingers to loosen David’s passage. Dusty never broke eye contact with him, they stared into each other’s eyes as David felt the brunt push of Dusty’s cockhead breaching him. There was only a hint of pain. Mostly he felt the stretch, a slight burn and a feeling of fullness to the point of bursting.

  Dusty was ever cautious of David’s body, pushing a little further in with each thrust until he was fully seated, his balls tickling David’s ass. “Oh god, David, you feel so good wrapped around me. So fucking tight, do you like it D? Like having me fill you up, like the feeling of my hard dick inside you?”

  “Ye…yes.” David couldn’t think, much less form a coherent sentence. It felt fucking amazing and soon, he was begging Dusty to give him more, to fuck him harder. Dusty grabbed his legs and placed them on his shoulders which allowed his cock to brush David’s prostate with every hard thrust into his wanton passage. “Yes! Right there, more D, more, please.” David begged.

  When Dusty pulled out David whined, he was so damn close. Dusty lay on his back across the foot of the bed and beckoned him with a wave of his hand. “Come here D, ride me, then you get to control the drive.”

  David quickly crawled over to Dusty on shaking legs, straddling him and reaching behind his body to grasp Dusty’s cock in his hand, lining it up with his ass. “Oh…my…holy…fuck!” David sputtered and cursed, his thoughts a jumbled mess, his focus entirely on riding Dusty until he imploded. Resting his hands on Dusty’s chest, he bobbed up and down on his cock until his balls drew up tight and he felt the familiar tingle in his spine that warned an orgasm was near.

  When he came mere seconds later, his vision blurred and his ears rang. He must have lost consciousness briefly, when the world came back into focus he was once again on his back with his legs in the air as Dusty slammed into him a couple times before his body went rigid when he came deep inside him. David didn’t even mind holding all Dusty’s weight when his orgasm left him boneless and breathless in a heap on top of him. Dusty muttered something, pulling out and making his way to the bathroom on wobbly legs, probably to throw out the condom David thought. He was back seconds later, a warm washcloth wiping the come off David’s belly and legs.

  “I’ve never fucked anyone that came without being touched D, do you know how goddamn sexy that is? To know that I made you feel so good that you were able to come without being touched, or jacked off? That was fucking amazing.” Dusty sounded like he was in awe of David and he didn’t quite know what to make of that. He tried to remember a time in his life where anyone ever praised him the way Dusty did. There had to be someone, something that made him feel as special as Dusty did without even trying. Nothing…no one…try as hard as he might.

  He didn’t even realize he was crying until Dusty climbed back into bed and pulled him close. “Goddammit David, I’m sorry if I hurt you. Why didn’t you tell me to stop?” Dusty sounded pained.

  David quickly sat up. “No Dusty, you didn’t hurt me. That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt in my life.”

  Dusty reached up and ran his thumb over his cheek. “Then what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

  In that moment, staring into the eyes of the man that had turned his life upside down for David, no questions asked, David had an epiphany. What his mother and brother had shown him his entire life was not love. Did either of them even know the true meaning of love? Probably not, but sitting here on the bed where he and Dusty slept every night, where they shared their first real kiss. Not that first peck in the hospital, no, the first kiss that consumed David with longing and need. The bed where David had not even an hour ago told Dusty he was falling in love with him. In the bed where they had finally consummated their relationship, David felt more love than he thought he deserved.

  Dusty sat up, leaning on one arm as he watched David intently. “D, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong? Please, talk to me.”

  This feeling of elated energy and devotion that he felt for Dusty, this was love. “I misspoke before, when I told you I thought I was falling in love with you because I am in love with you Dusty Anderson. And I know that you love me too.”

  Dusty gave him a cocky grin. “Oh you do now?” he teased.

  David nodded vigorously.

  Cocky grin growing wider, Dusty asked in a playful tone. “How so?”

  “Because you stayed with me in the hospital even though you knew who I was and had every right to hate me. Because you came back day after day after day and talked to me, cared for me, before you actually met me. Because you protect me, try to shield me from things you think will upset me. Because you talk to me not at me, and you treat me like an adult, a person not an abject thing, my opinion matters to you. Because the moment you walk into a room or look at me the way you are looking at me right now my heart races.”

  David could have waxed poetically for hours, but he felt certain he’d hit the key points so he sat and waited for Dusty to respond.

  “You are the bravest person I know D. With everything you’ve lived through there is still this fire inside of you that burns bright. Do you even realize what you do to me D? You make me want to live my life for someone else, with someone else. I never thought that was what I wanted, to be so wrapped up in someone that it’s hard to breathe when they aren’t in the room.” Dusty leaned in and brushed his lips over David’s.

  He held onto David, his hand on the back of his neck, their faces so close David’s eyes were on the verge of crossing so he could see straight. “Yes, I love you David Thompson, despite who you’re related to. I will care for you, protect you, love you and want you for the rest of my life, if you’ll let me.”

  “Yes, oh god yes.” David threw his arms around Dusty’s neck and buried his face in his shoulder and let the tears flow freely. It was the first time in his life that he cried tears of joy. Normally, that train of thought would make David feel depressed or self-loathing. But in the arms of the man he loved, the man that loved him in spite of everything, he felt nothing but joy and peace.

  Chapter 11 | Anger and Inexperience

  Being with David had one major pitfall—the whole seventy-two-hour rule at All Cocks. The guy was insatiable. The flip side of that was the unlimited access to condoms and lube as an All Cocks model. ’Cause lord love a duck, they went through them like water. The weekend they’d professed their love for one another was spent naked, sticky and sweating. David had wanted Dusty to fuck him in every room, on every hard surface, in every position imaginable and a few that even Dusty, a seasoned porn star had never attempted. His dick was raw and had no interest in being anywhere outside of his boxers come Monday morning. Tristan gave them a knowing stare when they arrived for David’s weekly session that Tuesday afternoon, both walking crookedly.

  It wasn’t all sunshine and roses, though. David still struggled with the past at times. Nightmares where he would get stuck reliving the beating at the hands of his brother became less frequent, but no less devastating—sometimes for days after. When he started having outbursts, picking fights with Dusty over trivial or inconsequential things, Tristan t
hreatened to medicate him if David didn’t find something to do besides sit in the apartment. So, with Dusty and Tristan’s help, David got everything with college straightened out and began the task of repeating the semester he couldn’t finish because he had been in a coma.

  The financial aid had been the hardest part to reinstate; since David had technically failed that semester, his financial aid was initially denied. Once Tristan got all the paperwork to prove what had happened from the detective in charge of David’s case, he was awarded a partial scholarship to repeat the failed semester. Dusty had gotten the supply list off one of the NYU internet boards and grabbed everything on the list, wanting to ease the financial burden hanging over David. That shopping trip caused their first fight.

  “I don’t need you to take care of me, Dusty!” The only time David ever called Dusty by his first name was generally when he was pissed off at him.

  “Funny, I seem to remember you telling me that one of the reasons you fell in love with me was because I took care of you, David!” Dusty retorted.

  “I didn’t mean financially and you damn well know it. When you do shit like this D, without even talking to me or asking me it makes me feel like you think I’m only in this for what you can buy me.” David was pacing a hole in the living room carpet.

  Dusty sank down onto the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying so very hard not to say something he might regret.

  “Are you ignoring me?” David ground out the words through gritted teeth.

  “No, D, I’m not. Besides, I’m pretty sure the neighbors can hear you as loud as you’re shouting. Tell me how I could ignore that unless I were deaf.” Dusty knew it was the wrong thing to say before he said it but he was too mad to care.

  David sucked in a sharp breath, eyes going wide. “Well, since you can’t stand to listen to me you can sleep on the couch tonight, jackass!” He flailed his arms in the air dramatically as he spoke before he stomped into the bedroom and slammed the door hard enough that one of the pictures on the wall rocked before it fell.

  “Motherfucker!” Dusty shouted. He grabbed his keys and cell phone and left the apartment, slamming the front door loud enough that the neighbors could hear the final act since they’d been privy to the entire showing up to then as well. The elevator doors had barely closed when his cell phone rang. David’s name flashed on the screen, so he ignored it. He was only going down to the bodega on the corner to grab a six pack; David could rant and rave until he got back.

  He’d just grabbed the six pack when his phone beeped again—David. He put the six pack back and grabbed a twelve pack instead. The phone went off twice more before Dusty approached the apartment. Key in the lock, he jumped back when the door flew open, David’s angry red, tear stained face glaring at him. “What the fuck D? Where’d you go?”

  Dusty didn’t verbalize a response; he simply waved the twelve pack in front of him as he stepped past David and headed into the kitchen. He tore the cardboard case open and pulled out a beer, twisting the top off and downing half the bottle with one gulp. When he turned around he barely held onto the open bottle of beer as David flung himself at him.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” David kept repeating. His smaller body shook in Dusty’s arms. David wrapped his legs around Dusty’s waist and held on as Dusty walked them into the living room and sat on the couch with David still wrapped around him, crying on his shoulder.

  “You want to tell me what set you off, D?” Dusty asked calmly.

  David sat back, sniffling before he wiped away the tears with the sleeve of his shirt. “I…I don’t really know D. I just, I think the stress of everything…school, therapy, me not having a job or the ability to contribute to our home financially. It all got to me and I freaked out.”

  When David reached for the hem of his shirt and started idly playing with the threads, like he used to do with his blanket in the hospital when he got overwhelmed, or couldn’t find the right words to express what he was feeling, Dusty knew there was more. “Okay, what else?” he asked, gently.

  That full-body blush that usually had Dusty going from limp to hard in five seconds flat only worried him that much more. He could tell by David’s body language, the tone of his voice and what he wasn’t saying that there was something he didn’t want to tell Dusty. That simply wouldn’t do. Running his hands up David’s arms, stopping where his shoulders met his neck, Dusty peered at him. “D, baby, what aren’t you telling me?”

  “I…I just worry that one day you’re going to wake up and not need me, not want me anymore.” David glanced up briefly, lowering his gaze almost as quickly and worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.

  Dusty lifted his chin, refusing to let David stew on whatever it was that had set him off. “Tell me.”

  “I, ummmm, I had a bad dream last night. I was back in the house with Dale and he was…” David’s voice trembled and it took every ounce of restraint Dusty possessed not to wrap his arms around him, pull him close and promise him everything would be okay. He needed David to tell him what happened in his dream, what was it about the dream that had caused David to lash out at him.

  “He was beating me up like before, but this time, he…he told me I wasn’t good enough for you. Said you were only using me, fucking me, and when you were done you’d toss me out like the garbage I was.” David ducked, laying his head on Dusty’s shoulder, his body trembling. Dusty held him, rubbing his back and humming softly, waiting for David to calm down.

  “Listen to me D; I love you and I’m not letting you go. It was just a bad dream. You’ve been so stressed lately with going back to school in addition to your therapy. And I don’t care if you have a job or not. I make more than enough money to provide for us D, so stop worrying about money and just let me take care of you.” Dusty held onto him a little tighter, trying to not only tell him he loved him without words, but show him as well.

  “But—” Dusty cut him off.

  “No buts D, not right now. We can talk about this again when you’re not upset or exhausted. For right now, just let me hold you,” Dusty begged.

  He didn’t sleep at all that night; he lay awake with David in his arms, watching him sleep so he’d be alert and awake if he had another bad dream. The first thing he did in the morning was call Tristan to get advice on what, if anything, he needed to do. Tristan was close to graduating; in fact, a party was in the works for him and Jordan to celebrate both men graduating. But Tristan still had to travel to school two days a week, and today was one of those days.

  “I’ll be back in town tomorrow but I’m off the rest of the week. I’ll tell you what; let me talk to Gabe and Micah, see if we can have the two of you over for dinner tomorrow night,” Tristan told him.

  “I don’t want to disturb you at home, Tris.” Dusty backpedaled.

  “Nonsense, I’m sure it’ll be fine but I want to ask my guys, not tell them. And then I’ll call you back.” Tristan disconnected, calling him back fifteen minutes later to tell him dinner the next night was fine with Gabe and Micah.

  Dusty wanted to call Andrew and cancel his shoot for Saturday, but thought better of it. If he bowed out of another shoot, they were going to start asking questions he didn’t want to answer yet. He’d barely started entertaining the idea of finally telling his friends and extended family the truth about who David was when he’d started having his panic attacks. It would have to wait for now.

  David was thrilled at the prospect of meeting some of Dusty’s friends, until he heard the name Gabe. An evening spent going through one of Dusty’s photo albums introduced David to the image of the petite blond that had to bury his previous lover, Gio, the bartender at the bar where Dale went on a shooting spree. Regardless of how much time had passed, or the fact that Gabe had moved on with Tristan and another guy, Micah, David was hesitant to open that doorway and step through.

  There had been a conversation between David and Tristan when the therapist entered into a relationship with Gabe and Mic
ah. He’d asked David’s permission to be open and honest with his partners about his professional relationship with David. “I assure you David, what you and I discuss in this office has always been, and will continue to remain private. I’m only asking that you allow me to respect my relationship with Gabe and Micah and permit me to tell them you are a client.”

  David was hesitant to agree, but then he stopped and thought about how he’d felt when he found out Dusty was keeping something from him. He decided to trust Tristan’s judgement and agreed. Dusty’s hand on his shoulder pulled David out of his thoughts.

  “Babe, it will be fine, I promise. Gabe and Micah are not ones to pretend, so if Gabe had an issue with you, he’d let it be known. And by proxy, so would Micah—he is very protective of Gabe, as is Tristan.” Dusty tried to reassure his lover.

  “You promise?” David asked quietly.

  “I have never and will never lie to you, D,” was Dusty’s response.