All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  Still, David was jittery when they arrived at the brownstone, hesitant to remove his seatbelt and climb out of the truck. Thankfully, Tristan answered the door and ushered them into the open kitchen-slash-dining area with a smile and a hug. “Come in guys, Gabe and Micah will be down shortly. Can I get you something to drink? We have beer, wine, soda or water.”

  “Water’s fine for now,” Dusty answered for them both.

  Tristan grabbed three bottles of water and led them toward the back of the brownstone to a small, quaint living room. “Please, sit, and tell me about this dream that led to a fight, David.”

  They sat and filled Tristan in on everything, Dusty letting David tell the story for the most part, while Tristan sat and listened, a head nod here and there the only evidence he was listening. “The psyche is a fragile thing David, and yours was ripped to shreds after everything that happened—you are only just starting to move past it all. This isn’t an easy fix, or something you can sleep off. It could very well take years for you to put everything behind you.”

  Tristan paused, looking at them both intently. Dusty seriously thought he could see the gears turning in his head while he worked out what to say. Always considerate of others, Tristan would sit quietly for however long it took him to form the appropriate response rather than say the wrong thing. He briefly wondered if Tristan was the same when it came to the dynamics of his relationship with Micah and Gabe.

  “I think that you have spent the entirety of your short life being ridiculed and shamed by the two people that should have loved you unconditionally, David. Add to that the absence of your father, or a father figure, and you have literally been trained to think you aren’t worth being loved, that you are worthless. Am I on the right track here, David?” Tristan asked.

  David didn’t speak. He nodded his head, lowering his gaze. Dusty felt the reason David wasn’t verbalizing an answer was probably because he might break down if he opened his mouth.

  Tristan leaned forward, reaching for David’s hands. He held them and waited for David to raise his head, to look him in the eyes. “You are worth being loved David. Not only that, you deserve it. Tell me, do you believe Dusty when he says he loves you?”

  David jerked back like he’d been slapped. “What kind of question is that? Of course I believe him.”

  Tristan was nonplussed by his reaction. “So, if you think about that, the fact that you believe Dusty, why do you also believe your brother from your dream when he says Dusty is just using you?”

  Dusty watched David as he warred with what Tristan said. Anger gave way to confusion and then, realization that what Tristan was saying made sense. “I…wow, I didn’t even think of it that way.”

  “It’s okay David, that’s why I make the big bucks, you see,” Tristan joked, and it worked. David laughed hysterically, which set Dusty’s mind at ease.

  “What’s so funny?” A voice behind them asked and just like that, David was a bundle of nerves again.

  “Hello my loves, come meet David.” Tristan stood and greeted Gabe and Micah, each with a kiss on the cheek. Introductions were made, handshakes and the like, while David continued to try and curl in on himself rather than face Gabe.

  “Okay, what do you say we address the elephant in the room so we can enjoy our evening?” Gabe asked, eyebrows raised, waiting for David to agree. When David robotically nodded, Gabe thundered on. “Tris is right, David—your brother is the person that tore my world apart when he killed my partner. Dale Thompson, not David Thompson. I’ll admit that if I’d met you then, I wouldn’t have been so forgiving. But that was then. I’ve grown a lot having Tristan and Micah in my life just like you two will continue to grow and heal because of your love for one another. There aren’t many wounds love can’t close, David.” Gabe looked up a Tristan and Micah, wrapping an arm around each of them and smiling at them both like they hung the goddamn moon.

  Still wrapped tightly around Dusty, David managed a small smile. He would have jumped out of his skin if Dusty wasn’t holding him together when Gabe clapped his hands loudly and grinned like a maniac. “Now, I’ve got a roast in the oven that needs to be tended to and I don’t want to discuss murderers or dead lovers again this evening, are we clear?”

  David was dumfounded. He looked at Tristan, back to Gabe, over at Dusty, then back to Gabe. “Huh?”

  Gabe grinned and turned toward the kitchen, snapping his fingers in the air. “Chop chop; my dinner’s burning, people.”

  Micah laughed, tossing an arm over David’s shoulder and leading him toward the kitchen. “Gabe has no filter; you’ll get used to it.”

  “Shut your face,” Gabe called out.

  Dusty held back, turning to Tristan once the other three were out of the room. “Will you ask Gabe and Micah not to say anything about this, about David, to the other guys?” Tristan agreed. “Thanks Tris.”

  “You realize, eventually, you are going to have to tell them, right?”

  “Yeah, I just…I won’t let anyone hurt him so until I feel like it’s the right time, I don’t want anyone else to know.” Dusty knew that he was treading on thin ice, but David’s wellbeing had to be his first priority.

  Chapter 12 | Procrastination

  Sitting at the large kitchen table in the house in Mamaroneck, Dusty listened as Andrew and Victor told him, William, Chris and Linc that they were moving any and all All Cocks INC business to the offices in the city. Dusty knew how badly Mattie wanted to adopt or become a foster parent, so the need to clear out anything dealing with the porn was a given. He’d almost said something that morning about him and David, but decided against it when Mattie came downstairs looking haggard and anxious. Not long after that Dusty caught on to the obvious attraction between William and Beau.

  Beauregard Boudreaux was the owner of BB’s Bar and Grill, the place where they’d had the graduation party for Tristan and Jordan. He was also another one of Tristan’s clients; it was a very small world after all. The day William showed up at the apartment to pack he told Dusty that not only was he moving in with Beau, but Beau was HIV positive. This news really got Dusty’s gears turning. What did it say about him and his relationship with David if William could share that nugget, when Dusty and David had been together far longer, yet no one knew the truth about them? Hell, he and David had fucked like minks in the bathroom at BB’s bar the night of the graduation party, no one was the wiser, and that was months ago.

  So he offered William a beer and finally told someone exactly who David was. William was a little shocked, but far from angry. His friend’s reaction finally got Dusty to think about why he was so wary of being honest and it hit him, he was doing what he always did where David was concerned. He was protecting him, sheltering him, actually. It was long past time to face the music. Grabbing his phone, he scrolled down to Kory’s name, his finger hovering over the phone icon.

  He paused long enough to debate if he should ask Jon and Kory to come there. Or would it be better if he and David were to go to their house? It might be better to do this in the place where David was most comfortable: their apartment. Would Kory refuse to leave if Dusty asked him to? If things got to be too much for David? No, Jon wouldn’t allow that, he’d drag Kory out if necessary.

  “Fuck it all, here goes nothing.” He pressed the button.

  “Yo D, long time no see.” Kory’s voice trailed over the line.

  “Yeah yeah, whatever. Listen, David and I wanted to ask if you and Jon might want to come over for dinner this weekend, let’s say Friday. You game?”

  “Of course, I’ll double check with Jon to be sure, but I think that should be fine," Kory responded cheerfully.

  They talked for a few more minutes about mundane things before Dusty ended the call. When David got home from class that afternoon, Dusty told him he’d invited Kory and Jon to dinner on Friday. “I think I’ve kept you hidden for far too long D, and I’m sorry for that.”

  “Hey, you don’t have to apologize about that D, I unders
tand why. I think this will be good though, they can meet me and see that I’m not my brother.” David’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but Dusty didn’t call him on it. He knew David would have to deal with this in his own way.

  “Do you want me to call Tristan and ask him to be here as well?” Dusty asked.

  “I think if they walk in and Tristan’s here, alone, their guard will be up. We can do this by ourselves, D. I’ll be fine as long as I’ve got you by my side.” David kissed him before walking toward the bedroom to change out of his clothes.

  Dusty followed, leaning against the door, watching David as he undressed. When he realized Dusty was watching him, he blushed from the tips of his toes to his forehead. “Do you know what you do to me when you blush like that?” Dusty asked, pushing off the door and slowly walking toward David.

  David turned to face him, his cock already at half mast, his baby-blue eyes watching Dusty’s every move. “Why don’t you show me?” David responded, playfully.

  In two steps Dusty was on him, taking his mouth hard and deep, his tongue twirling around David’s. He pulled back and gasped when Dusty fisted his cock with one hand, bringing the other up to his mouth and sucking on two fingers to get them wet. Watching David’s pupils dilate, his eyelids falling shut on a whimper when Dusty prodded his hole with those wet fingers really turned him on.

  “Tell me what you want, D,” Dusty said seductively.

  “Oh…god, D,” David whispered, his voice already hoarse. Dusty slowly slid one finger into David’s passage, reveling in the way David squirmed in his arms and moaned.

  “You want another finger, D?” Dusty teased him. David shuddered at the mention of another finger inside him, nodding his head, eyes closed tight. “Look at me D.” Dusty stopped moving his hand, one finger still buried up to the knuckle in David’s ass. His lithe little lover began rocking his hips, trying to pull that finger further in but Dusty was stronger; he pinched David’s hip with his other hand, earning a shriek and a dirty look. “Tell me what you want.”

  The fire in David’s eyes when he focused on Dusty was answer enough, but Dusty was enjoying teasing him, so he waited. It had taken a while for David to feel comfortable enough with his own body that he’d give him any type of direction when it came to sex. From then on David had been positively filthy at times when describing what he wanted Dusty to do to him, usually with very detailed directions.

  “I want you to use those fingers to loosen me up, and then I want you to bend me over the bed and fuck me until I scream and walk crooked for days. Can you do that for me, D?” David stared up at him through glassy eyes.

  Dusty’s dick was trying to fight its way out of his jeans. He lifted David up, flipped him, and dropped him on the bed on his hands and knees. Grabbing him by the hips, he jerked his ass up. David’s growl at being manhandled quickly morphed into a groan when Dusty bent and licked him from his balls to the bottom of his spine. With his lips, tongue, teeth and fingers, Dusty poked and prodded David’s hole until he was a shaking, blubbering mass of limbs beneath him.

  When he inserted a third finger, running his tongue around the stretched skin, David almost shot up off the bed. “Oh my god! You’ve gotta stop now or I’m gonna come.”

  “I want you to come, D. Once we get that first orgasm out of the way, I can ride your ass all night long before you come again. You did say you wanted to be walking crooked tomorrow, right?” Dusty teased, diving right back into eating David’s ass, not waiting for a response. He continued to poke and prod, lick and bite at David’s sensitive flesh while shoving his jeans down his legs with his free hand. He’d unbuttoned and unzipped earlier while watching David strip and blush. All he needed before he could bury himself balls deep in David’s wonderfully tight ass was a condom and lube, which he’d be grabbing while David was coming down off the orgasm he was seconds away from releasing.

  Not one to disappoint, David’s back bowed and he cried out, his passage clenching around Dusty’s fingers as he spilled his seed all over the blanket beneath him. Gently pulling his fingers out, Dusty walked out of his jeans, grabbed the condoms and lube from the drawer and tore one open, rolling it down his length as he moved back into position behind David, his body still writhing at the foot of the bed. A quick squirt of lube onto his dick and down David’s crease and they were ready. Dusty slowly pushed all the way in with one thrust, pulling almost all the way out then slamming back home hard and fast.

  “Fuck me!” David shouted, the words bouncing off the walls of their bedroom.

  “Since you asked so nicely,” Dusty ground out through gritted teeth, before setting up a punishing pace, in and out, hard and fast, the way David liked it. His beautiful, shy, blushing boyfriend was a fucking freak in bed. Dusty had never met anyone that liked being fucked as much as David did. And the things that would spill from his adorable minx’s lips when they were in bed were like kerosene, lighting a fire in Dusty that only David could quench.

  “Is that all you’ve got D? I said fuck me, not tease me,” David hollered. Dusty slowed his movements and let go of David’s hips, holding his arms up and watching in complete awe as David arched his back like a fucking cat, his hands fisted in the comforter, his hips jerking up and down, back and forth as he used Dusty’s dick, fucking himself on Dusty’s shaft.

  “Goddamn D, you fucking amaze me,” Dusty told him, watching his dick disappear into David’s ass again and again. When his thrusts became erratic and his moans grew louder, Dusty knew David was close to coming again. Not ready for the ride to come to a stop, Dusty pulled out, grabbing David and flipping him onto his back. David shrieked when Dusty grabbed him by the legs and jerked him to the end of the mattress, his ass hanging off the bed.

  “You better grab hold of something D, ’cause I’m fixing to fuck you through the mattress, the box springs and the bed frame.” Dusty growled, lining his cock up with David’s opening and pushing back in. He played with David for a few minutes, thrusting halfway in, pulling all the way out, rinse and repeat.

  “Yes! Use me baby, fuck my hole!” David cried out lifting his hips higher, allowing Dusty deeper penetration. The familiar niggle in his balls warned Dusty he was close; playtime was over, for now at least. He climbed onto the bed, pushing David’s body further up the mattress with his knees. Once he had David in the middle of the bed he lifted his ass up, shoved his knees under him and buried himself inside him again. The only parts of David’s body touching the bed were his head and shoulders. His hand was wrapped around his cock, jerking furiously.

  “You’re so sexy D, the way you look underneath me, wrapped around me. God, I could fuck you all day every day and not get tired of being inside you,” Dusty told him.

  “Oh…god…so…close.” David managed to get the words out right before his cock erupted, covering his chest and belly with thick, white ropes of come.

  Dusty threw his head back and thrust into David a couple times before his orgasm was ripped from his balls, almost painfully. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he moaned, falling onto David, not even caring that he was now covered in come. Once he caught his breath, he lifted up, kissing David’s chin. The sleepy smile he got for the kiss was so damn sexy, his dick perked up again.

  “You’re kidding me, you just rode me like Seabiscuit and now you want to do it again?” David asked. They both cracked up. Dusty rolled over onto his back and lay there laughing for a minute before he managed to peel his ass off the bed to toss the condom and grab a warm rag. It wasn’t until they’d gotten cleaned up and settled under the blanket that Dusty noticed a dollop of come in David’s hair.

  “Holy shit babe, you shot part of your load in your hair.”

  “Really?” David asked, laughing again. “It’s your fault.”

  “Fault?” Dusty grinned at him, one eyebrow cocked.

  “Yeah, if you didn’t fuck me so good and so hard, I’d probably come like a normal person.” David snuggled closer, grinning.

  “Shut up and
go to sleep, you sex maniac,” Dusty joked, poking him in the ribs and laughing.

  Chapter 13 | Dinner with Friends?

  By Thursday night, David was restless. Come Friday afternoon he was downright skittish. Dusty had to bend him over the couch and pound him right quick to get him to calm down. The anxiety seemed to ebb away with their mutual orgasm, not rearing its ugly head again until there was a knock at the door. Dusty squeezed David’s shoulder, leaning forward and kissing his cheek before walking toward the door. “Babe, it’ll be fine, keep it together.”

  A louder knock was followed by Kory’s unmistakable voice, faint but clear. “Stop molesting your man and open the damn door, D!”

  He jerked the door open, glaring at Kory. “Ha…ha. Get your ass in here before the neighbors call the cops. Oh, wait,” Dusty smacked himself on the forehead. “The cops are already here.”

  Jon shook his head, grinning at the two of them acting like idiots, pushing past Dusty to walk into the apartment. Kory grabbed Dusty and hugged him. “It’s about damn time you invited us over D, I was starting to think you didn’t wike me anymore.” Kory poked his bottom lip out, blinking his eyes and trying to look pitiful.