All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  Nerves kicking into overdrive once again, David fumbled with the condom wrapper. Dusty reached up and took it from him. “Here, let me,” he whispered. Tearing the corner off and removing the condom, he gently rolled it down David’s length. He watched Dusty grab the bottle of lube and squirt some into his palm before coating the length of David’s shaft, reaching between his legs and using what remained on his hands to slather his crease.

  “Oh…my god,” David sighed as he sunk into the warmth of Dusty’s body. It was tight and inviting all at the same time. Uncertain if what he was doing was right, David was driven on by the noises Dusty was making. He begged David for more, wrapping his strong legs around David’s waist and holding him close as he writhed and moaned underneath him. Primal instinct took over and David found himself slamming into Dusty like a madman. When Dusty finally came, his channel closed around David like a vise grip, pulling his orgasm from his body almost violently.

  He fell onto Dusty, breathless and weightless, floating aimlessly in heaven while waiting for his body to turn control back over to him. David could feel Dusty’s weight lift off the bed, his fingers gently rolling the used condom off his spent prick, but he couldn’t find the strength to move. As he always did, Dusty cleaned them up before climbing back into the bed and pulling David’s limp body close. Right before he lost consciousness he felt Dusty’s lips brush his cheek, felt them moving over his damp skin when he told David he loved him.

  Chapter 16 | Unsteady

  Muffled voices pulled David out of his peaceful slumber. Though he was pretty sure it was Dusty and his dad he was hearing, he reached behind himself and tapped the empty bad just to be certain. Rolling onto his back he stretched, grinning up at the ceiling. Last night had been magical. While he could now say with certainty that he was a bottom through and through, topping Dusty was a feeling so different from being topped, but no less mind blowing. It was a gift his lover had given him and it only made him love Dusty that much more, knowing that he trusted David with everything, including his body.

  The bedroom door creaked open and Dusty came into the room holding two mugs of coffee in his hands. “Morning babe, you sleep okay?” He handed David one of the cups, moving to sit on the side of the bed, hissing as his ass touched the mattress.

  “Oh my god, D, did I hurt you?” David was fixing to freak out. To have Dusty trust him with something so wonderful, only to be in pain the next day reinforced his realization that he was not and never would be a top.

  Dusty lay a gentle hand on his shoulder to stop him from climbing out of the bed. “Stop it, you did not hurt me babe, last night was fucking amazing. Think back to the morning after our first time, your ass hurt the next day, right?” David thought about that for a second. His ass did indeed hurt the next day, that entire weekend in fact, since he and Dusty didn’t stray far from the bed. He nodded, feeling the rush of heat slowly cover his face.

  Dusty growled, leaning over him and pushing him back into the head board, stealing his breath with a rough kiss. “When you blush like that D, I want to throw you down and fuck you until you scream.”

  “Oh god yes, please do.” David grabbed two handfuls of Dusty’s shirt, kissing him with everything he had.

  “D, you have class today, we don’t have time for this.” Dusty tried to pull away.

  “Fuck class,” he snarled, biting down on Dusty’s lip and sweeping his tongue in when Dusty opened his mouth. It looked like he might get his wish when Dusty climbed onto the bed, pushing his body down into the mattress. He released Dusty’s mouth long enough to catch a much needed breath, loving the slight beard burn he could see around his lover’s lips. Oh my, I do like that look on him, maybe I’ll stop shaving.

  The knock at the door had them jumping apart like two teenagers that had been caught making out on the living room couch. “Up and at ’em boys!” Dean shouted through the closed door.

  “I knew we should have put his ass up in a hotel,” Dusty joked, making David laugh.

  He pouted, watching Dusty climb out of the bed, grinning mischievously when Dusty had to rearrange the glaringly obvious bulge in his jeans. “Come on D, shift it before he literally busts into the room and catches one of us with our pants down.” Dusty held out a hand to help him up, playfully patting David’s ass as soon as he stood.

  “First stop of the day, hardware store for a locking doorknob,” Dusty muttered under his breath as he left the room.

  By the time David showered, dressed and got his backpack ready it was time to go. He grabbed a banana and a protein bar, stealing a quick kiss from Dusty and waving goodbye to Dean on his way out the door. David was proud of the progress he’d made in the past year. He went from scared, awkward and timid to a young man that was now able to take the subway to class without having a panic attack. He’d learned valuable coping skills during his therapy sessions with Tristan, but more than that, he truly wanted to live his life out in the open, not scared and tucked away in the apartment.

  David was having a great day; he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so happy and content. The love of a man like Dusty, his continued support gave David the strength to put himself out there, the courage to enjoy life. He had a big project due at the end of the semester so he stayed late to do some research and outlines in the library, only realizing just how late it was when Dusty texted him to ask how much longer he’d be.

  D: Hey babe, you still on campus?

  David: Yeah. Packing up and leaving now.

  D: K. See you soon. Love you <3

  David: Love you too!!

  Pulling up his favorite playlist, David stepped out of the building, covering his head with the hood of his jacket to keep warm. The sun was setting and there was a chill in the air making him shiver. When trying to remember exactly what happened later, perhaps the hood was to blame for David missing the body coming at him, shoving him forcefully and knocking him off balance. But then, he had no vision in his left eye so more than likely, he wouldn’t have seen the guy coming at him anyway.

  The force of it knocked David down and he landed, hard, on his right arm. A sharp pain shooting from his elbow up to his shoulder made him cry out. It all happened so fast, and the inability to see anything beside him without turning his head didn’t help. Pushing himself up to a sitting position, he bit back the bile rising in his throat at the intense pain that reminded him he’d gone down on his right arm and likely broken something.

  Unsteady, uncertain and extremely uncoordinated, his sight zeroed in on his iPod lying on the ground in front of him. He reached for it, scurrying backwards like a caged animal when a booted foot came down on the device, crushing it. Adrenaline kicked in and his heart rate immediately went through the roof. There was a familiar woosh, woosh sound in his ears, taking David back to the night his brother attacked him and damn near killed him. Following the legs in front of him up, David almost stopped breathing when he looked into Dale’s hate filled eyes.

  Closing his eyes tight, he began chanting… “You’re not real…you’re not real…you’re not real.” A rational thought knocked on the door in his mind, reminding David his cell phone was in his jacket pocket. Reaching in with a trembling hand, he felt the cool edge of his phone, grasping it in his hand. Not Real Dale reached down and grabbed him by the jacket, jerking him up and the phone fell to the ground.

  “I know who you are, you sick fuck!” Not Real Dale yelled at him. Ears ringing, vision blurring, heart about to pound right out of his fucking chest…David did the only thing he could think of right then, he screamed, loudly. And it worked, he assumed, landing back on the ground on his ass. The world started spinning, he couldn’t breathe and the ground shifted, threatening to swallow him up. A hand landed on his shoulder and he screamed again, scooting backwards on his ass to get away, a sharp pain in the back of his head bit down hard, and everything went fuzzy.

  Right before he lost consciousness, there was a familiar voice trying to brush away the fog, but he couldn’t pla
ce it and as familiar as the voice was, he knew it wasn’t Dusty. So he ignored it and succumbed to the darkness pulling him under.

  ***

  Someone was calling his name from afar, begging him to say something. David didn’t want to though. He only wanted the blissful darkness to pull him under again. His head was pounding, arm aching with a sharp, shooting pain. But then the only voice that mattered wrapped him like a warm, fuzzy blanket and David slowly blinked his eyes open. Dusty’s tear-streaked face stared down at him. “Oh my god, D, you scared the shit out of me,” Dusty whispered, leaning down and kissing him on the forehead.

  “Sir, if you could move away please, we have to load him onto the ambulance,” an unfamiliar voice stated flatly, but David wasn’t having it. He tried to sit up only to be gently pushed back down on the mattress by his lover. Wait, mattress?

  “Babe, don’t try to sit up, it’s going to be okay I’m going with you, I only have to move for a minute while they load you into the ambulance,” Dusty reassured him.

  “Sir, you can’t—” that flat voice started, only to be cut off by Dusty.

  “Fuck you and try to stop me!” Dusty cursed the person with the flat voice. He proceeded to climb into the ambulance and crouched down beside David, reaching for his hand. “I’m here D, I’m here,” he chanted, fresh tears swimming in those gorgeous brown eyes.

  “Your dad and I will meet you at the hospital, Dusty.” That familiar voice from earlier called out and David tried to place it, but the sharp sting of a needle promised the blessed oblivion David prayed for so he let go and floated away.

  Chapter 17 | Deja Vu

  Dusty stood outside of the room they’d wheeled David into at the hospital. The nurse assured Dusty he’d be allowed in as soon as they got David settled into the bed, x-rayed his arm and checked his vitals. His mind was a whir of questions and doubt. What happened and why? Had urging David to go back to school and try to do things on his own been a mistake on Dusty’s part? He couldn’t help but feel responsible, panic overriding his sensibilities.

  The door to his right opened, his dad, Kory and Jon rushing toward him, peppering him with questions. “Is he okay?” Dean prodded.

  “They aren’t going to try and keep you out of the room are they? ’Cause I’ll get my dad down here and heads will fucking roll.” Jon’s brittle New York drawl almost made him laugh.

  “You okay, D?” Kory grabbed him by the arms, pulling him into a hug. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to him sooner Dusty, I’m so sorry.” Kory whispered, obviously shaken by what had happened.

  Opening his mouth to assure Kory this couldn’t possibly be his fault, Dusty spun around when the door to David’s room slid open. “Can I see him now?” All thoughts of calming Kory were forgotten in an instant; getting into that room with David trumped everything else.

  She nodded. “Yes, but just you, he’s sleeping. I’ll take your friends to the waiting room down the hall.” Dusty pushed past her into the room, sending a quick prayer up to God, a thank you for his baby being okay. For a brief moment he flashed back to the very first time he’d seen David in a hospital bed much like the one he lay in now and it gave him pause. This time though, his injuries were far less severe.

  Another nurse was hanging a small bag of fluids from the IV pole next to the bed. He nodded to Dusty, turning and tossing the empty bag he’d removed into the waste disposal. “He’ll be out for a while, we had to sedate him. He was…agitated.”

  Dusty bent over the bed, kissing David softly on the lips, whispering to him, praying David could hear him and sleep peacefully. “My beautiful angel, I love you.”

  Stepping back, he met the nurse’s gaze. “I’m going to go talk to my friends and then I’ll be back in here.” The guy smiled, leaving the room right behind Dusty, veering right toward the nurses’ station.

  There was a restroom between David’s room and the waiting room. Dusty ducked in, locking the door and barely making it to the toilet before emptying the contents in his stomach. His heart raced and his hands shook. He sat there on the cold, unforgiving, hard-tiled floor, taking a few needed minutes to compose himself. He was stuck somewhere between being elated that David was all right and a murderous rage. He still didn’t know exactly what had happened. When Kory called he’d caught Dusty completely off guard, screaming into the phone before Dusty could even say hello, only telling Dusty that David had been hurt and he needed to get his ass to the campus, like yesterday.

  From there he could only remember flashes of what transpired. He knew he and his father left the apartment, more than one red light was run and he was quite impressed his dad hadn’t wrapped them around a telephone pole with his erratic driving in a rush to get to the campus. Flashing red and blue lights guided them the rest of the way to the scene of the attack, but who attacked David, and why? That was the only thing Dusty could focus on at the moment. Splashing water on his face and washing his hands, he headed out of the restroom and into the waiting room. He was on top of Kory before anyone could blink, grabbing him by the shirt collar and jerking him out of the chair he was sitting in.

  “What the fuck happened?!” he shouted.

  Strong arms wrapped around him from behind, his dad’s voice tickling his ear. “You need to calm down son. Kory isn’t responsible for what happened to David.”

  Jon was in the corner talking on his phone, one eyebrow raised, obviously not very concerned since he made no move to come closer.

  “I don’t know exactly what happened, D. I was heading into class when I saw a scuffle off to one side of the area next to the building my night class is in. This big guy was cussing and yelling and when he moved to one side, I saw another guy slumped on the ground. I rushed over with my phone in hand, I’d already dialed 911, and the asshole tried to run off but a couple of other guys grabbed him and subdued him. It was only after I called 911 that I realized it was David on the ground. So I called Jon and, thank Christ, he was close so he actually got there before the police and got hold of the asshole before anyone else.”

  Kory paused long enough to catch a breath before diving right back in. “That’s when I called you and that’s about as much as I know. You’ll have to ask Jon the rest. I think he and Robert pretty much assigned themselves to the case. Jesus D, is he okay?”

  Dusty fell into the seat next to Kory muttering an apology to his friend for biting his head off. As soon as Dean sat down in the chair beside him, Dusty broke down. Face in his hands, he cried. His dad pulled him close, tucking him under his arm while Kory rubbed his back and tried to convince him that everything would be okay. “Nothing about this is okay Kory.” He shot back, snatching the offered Kleenex from Jon who now stood in front of them.

  “If you two are about done with your lovers’ quarrel, I’ll tell you what I’ve got so far,” Jon joked. But no one was laughing. He ignored Kory’s heated glare. “Okay, so the perpetrator recognized David from a photo that was circulated on the news and in the papers after the shooting that identified him as the assailant’s brother. He told Robert, and I quote, ‘The motherfucker got what he deserved, he should be thankful I didn’t snap his neck, he should be dead like his murdering brother,’ end quote. I will say I have a newfound respect for my partner; he showed tremendous restraint in not beating the guy’s ass.”

  Dusty stood, knocking his father’s hand away when he reached for him. “Wait a damn minute. So this asshole bully decided to beat the shit out of David because of what his brother did? His brother almost killed him, what the fuck is wrong with people?!”

  The door to the waiting room opened and Gabe rushed in with Micah right behind him. “Oh my god, we got here as fast as we could. What happened? Is David okay?” Gabe looked pained.

  Dusty waved them off, leaving the waiting room and making his way back to David’s room, knowing that’s where he’d find Tristan. His emotions were all over the place. He knew taking his anger out on his friends who were only concerned about David was irrational and immature
. Fuck it all, he couldn’t care less right then. Apologies could be given later. Right now, his sole focus was on getting to David.

  Tristan was standing at the foot of hospital bed when Dusty came into the room, flipping through David’s chart. “Deja vu, eh?” Dusty asked with a humorless laugh.

  Tristan sighed, closing the chart and placing it on the table beside him. Before Tristan could speak, there was a soft knock and Jon stepped into the room. “Robert and I are going to head to the station to question the suspect and the three guys that detained him. The witnesses and Kory all say that the asshole called David a fag more than once, so I’m going to treat this as a hate crime which will make the penalty more severe,” Jon said with a wry grin. “We don’t know exactly what happened or why yet Dusty, I’m hoping to know more after I wring this guy out. But we will need to talk to David when he wakes up, so call me.” Jon left the room, pulling the door shut behind him.