All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  The baby shrieked and David jumped when a loud pop reverberated in the crowded kitchen. Dusty wrapped an arm around him, pulling David close he kissed the top of his head and whispered. “It’s okay D, it’s just the cork from a bottle of champagne,” he reassured his skittish partner.

  The magnum of champagne Victor popped barely filled all the glasses for toasting, so another bottle was opened. Gathered around the large table, everyone laughed, talked, ate and continued to congratulate Jon and Kory. David brushed off Dusty’s concern the first few times he yawned. When he started leaning on Dusty for support, it was time to call it a day. It was midnight before they made it back to the apartment, both exhausted, they barely got undressed before falling into bed.

  For the first time in far longer than Dusty could remember, he lay his head on his pillow and drifted off to sleep completely peaceful and content.

  Chapter 21 | Wait, There’s More?

  Warmth travelled up the length of Dusty’s legs. He tried to roll to his side, but something held him down. Blinking his eyes open, he stared up at the ceiling. Turning his head to the side, he saw the bed was empty. Lifting the sheet, he looked down into the sparkling blue eyes of his lover, David’s tongue slowly licking his cock from root to tip. David gazed up at him with nothing but love and longing as he circled the sensitive rim of Dusty’s cockhead, dipping that pretty pink tongue into his slit, almost knocking Dusty over the edge.

  He reached down and grabbed David, pulling his smaller body up the length of his own, lifting his hips to rub their equally hard cocks together as he stole David’s breath with a kiss. It was fierce and commanding, a primal claiming of tongues and teeth. With one quick push and a flip, David was on his back, Dusty holding him down as he pillaged his mouth. He released David’s lips long enough to allow them to catch their breath, his hot, wet tongue blazing a trail of heat down David’s body, stopping to nibble on a nipple.

  “Oh fuck, yeah,” David shouted and bucked, his body twisting and jerking under Dusty’s weight. Circling David’s belly button with the tip of his tongue, Dusty reveled in the delectable whimpers and moans that fell from his lover’s lips as he ground his dick up, seeking some obviously much-needed friction from Dusty’s abs. “D, fuck…shit…gonna…oh god,” David muttered incoherently. Dusty loved it when he was able to get his boyfriend so worked up that he forgot simple things, like how to speak English.

  David’s balls were tight and heavy, an orgasm pending. Normally Dusty would encourage him, help to pull the first orgasm from David’s body so he could have his way with him far longer with a second round. Not this time. Dusty wanted David to get so completely lost in his orgasm that he didn’t know which way was up or down. His naughty little nymph growled at him when Dusty held the bottom of his cock in a tight grip, staving off the orgasm he was valiantly searching for.

  “Goddammit D…oh fuck…damn.” David went from irritated to elated in a matter of seconds when Dusty lifted David’s ass off the bed and lapped at his quivering hole with his tongue. He attacked his ass with vigor, licking, biting and sucking on the sensitive flesh. Spreading David’s ass cheeks apart, Dusty flicked his tongue inside, licking around the delicate rim, relishing the way David implored Dusty to just fuck him already. “Dusty, please, I need you inside me.” David begged so beautifully.

  Dusty lowered David’s legs to the bed, smiling when he whimpered. He patted David on the hip, making a circle with his finger, watching his lover quickly obey. Once on his hands and knees, David jutted his ass up in the air and Dusty couldn’t resist one more taste. He flattened his tongue and started right beneath the two balls that were swinging in the breeze, running his tongue oh so slowly all the way up David’s body to the back of his neck. Gasping, David turned his head to the side, their mouths meeting for a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss while Dusty reached for the bottle of lube on the bedside table.

  By now Dusty was just as worked up as David. He spent little time stretching him with a couple of lube soaked fingers while trying to put on a condom with the other hand. Gloved up and greased up, he smacked his dick on David’s ass a couple of times. “This what you want, D?” His voice shook.

  David thrust his ass back, his voice low and throaty when he replied, “Oh fuck yeah. Put it in me babe, now.”

  He slid home with one thrust, quickly pulling out and shoving back in. His intention had been to drive David mad with want and need, to get his lover so worked up that he came so hard he passed out. What he’d done was gotten himself so worked up he couldn’t see straight. His only goal was to pound David’s ass until he shot his load which wouldn’t be much longer; his balls were already swollen with need, tight and heavy. David held himself up with one hand, the other jerking his dick like mad. His channel clinched and unclenched around Dusty’s dick, but Dusty wasn’t there yet.

  He grabbed David’s hands and leaned back, holding David up by his arms and proceeded to drill him mercilessly. David cried out, Dusty’s name and a few more colorful words bouncing off the walls of their bedroom. He could feel David’s body grow taut and knew his lover was seconds away from coming and as soon as David’s body bent like a bow and the first jet of come shot from his dick, Dusty sucked in a deep breath seconds before he broke apart at the seams.

  It felt like nothing Dusty had ever experienced in his life. He literally had an out-of-body experience. Every cell in his body exploded and the world spun in a vicious circle as he fought to pull himself back together. David’s hand running down his arm made him tremble, his skin was so hypersensitive. Taking a deep breath, he managed to pry his eyes open and found he was staring up at the ceiling again. This time when he turned his head to the side, David smiled back at him, breathless and wide-eyed.

  “Goddamn D, that was fucking amazing. I don’t think that was just an orgasm, I don’t even know what that was, but fuck. You passed out on me D, you drove your dick so far inside me that I think I tasted your come.” David reached for his hand, twining their fingers together and leaning in for a quick kiss. They lay there sated and wrung out, holding hands until they could no longer fight the wave of exhaustion pulling them both under.

  ***

  One tiny room separated Dusty and David’s bedroom from the room Dean Anderson was staying in for the time being. Only one tiny room without the ability to mask the acoustics of his son and his boyfriend as they shouted and screamed and the headboard banged against the wall. Adam rolled over and reached for him, pulling Dean’s back flush to his chest, running his tongue over the shell of Dean’s ear, pulling an involuntary shudder from his lover’s body. “Tell me again why I can’t fuck you when those two are in there trying to tear the walls down?”

  “You know what…” Dean rolled over onto his back, looking up into Adam’s eyes and smiling seductively. “…fuck it.” He pulled Adam down and kissed him. It wasn’t long before Dean was on his hands and knees, Adam drilling into him from behind, the two of them fighting hard to control themselves unlike the two horny bastards down the hall. Dean bit down on his bottom lip to stop from crying out when he came in a rush that left him breathless. Adam wasn’t far behind, the weight of his body pushing Dean down onto the bed. He hissed when his body landed in his now cold puddle of release. Adam laughed, rolling to his side. “Next time, we sleep at my house. That way I can listen to you scream as loud as you like while I plow that ass.”

  ***

  Dean leaned against the counter in the kitchen watching Adam chop up vegetables for an omelet, nursing his cup of coffee, when Dusty shuffled into the room. His hair was a mess, stray strands standing on end, and he yawned, scratching his belly while he poured himself a cup of coffee. Turning, he took a sip and sighed, eyes finally opening all the way when they landed on the two men that had taken over his kitchen.

  “Morning,” Dusty muttered, dragging his feet as he grabbed a bowl and a spoon, a box of Fruity Pebbles and a container of almond milk from the fridge. Pouring himself onto a bar stool, Dusty went about fixing
a bowl of cereal. Dean looked from his son to his lover, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

  Adam chuckled softly, going back to his omelet prep. Movement in the hallway caught Dean’s attention and he turned just in time to see David going into the bathroom. His hand was inside the back of his boxers, scratching his ass obviously, completely oblivious to the fact that his boyfriend’s dad was watching him scratch his ass.

  “Wha’s so funny?” Dusty asked around a mouthful of Fruity Pebbles.

  “Now I know for a fact that your mother taught you how to eat your food with your mouth closed,” Dean playfully admonished his son.

  Dusty froze, a spoonful of cereal halfway between his mouth and the bowl. He stared up at his dad wide-eyed and confused.

  “Good, now that I have your attention we need to have a conversation about the distinctly different rules that govern sexual relations in this apartment.” Dean and Adam both cracked up when Dusty dropped the spoon into his bowl of cereal, Fruity Pebbles and milk flying out of the bowl and landing on the bar.

  Dusty stared at his dad, dumbfounded. “You two were trying to blow the roof off the building this morning. But I’m not allowed to have sex with Adam in the apartment because it might make you uncomfortable, son.”

  “So much for that,” Adam mumbled, whisking a cup full of eggs before pouring them into a skillet on the stove.

  “What?! No, no, no!” Dusty covered his ears with his hands. “I do not need to know what’s going on with you two behind closed doors,” he shouted.

  “Why not?” Dean shot back at him. “We might as well have been in the room with you two earlier. I could hear every moan, groan and prayer sent up to the heavens by David that you’d fuck him harder.”

  A gasp behind him caught Dean’s attention. Turning, he saw that David was a lovely shade of crimson from head to toe. Dusty stood and went to David by way of the living room rather than walking the straight line through the kitchen to where David stood. He growled something unintelligible at his dad before he and David disappeared into their room.

  The lease on the apartment had been renewed for another year, Dusty, David and Dean all three now listed on the piece of paper. And while Dean had promised his son that he’d keep his excursions with Adam while in the apartment as low-key as possible, it would seem that Dusty thought that rule only applied to Dean and Adam. Dean was determined to make sure his son knew that was load of shit.

  Adam’s voice pulled Dean out of his head. “Here’s your omelet, darling.” Adam handed him a plate, leaning in for a kiss. Smiling, he turned back to the stove, whistling a happy tune. The two of them sat at the bar eating and talking until Adam had to leave for work, only after a kiss from Dean with a promise he’d come to Adam’s place that night for a grown-up sleepover.

  Dean had just settled onto the couch with a cup of coffee and a book when David rushed through the apartment, mumbling an apology while grabbing his backpack and hoodie from the coat closet and quickly escaping out the door. Dean closed the book then sat it and his mug on the coffee table, gaze zeroing in on the hallway. And five, four, three, two…

  He barely stifled a chuckle when Dusty barreled into the living room, glaring at his father, right on time. “What the hell dad? Was that really necessary?” Dusty’s arms waved in the air comically before resting on his hips. For a brief moment, Dean had a flashback of a five-year-old little boy standing in his bedroom mirroring the stance he held right now, pissed off at his dad then as well.

  Clearing his throat, Dean sat back on the couch and lifted his legs, propping his socked feet on the table. “Yes, actually, it was.” Dusty opened his mouth, a rebuttal ready. Dean stopped him with a wave of his hand. “Sit, we need to talk.”

  Never one to disappoint, Dusty glared at his father, crossing his arms over his chest, making no attempt to sit. Dean followed suit, crossing his arms over his chest, eyebrows raised, an unspoken challenge. Dusty threw his hands in the air and sighed. “Fine!” He stomped over to the love seat and flopped down with a grunt.

  “You’ve always been stubborn and hardheaded, son. Sometimes it’s endearing, in this instance, not so much. Now, lord knows the last thing I want to do is come across as a warden, but…what we have here is a failure to communicate.” Dean’s use of the now infamous line from the movie Cool Hand Luke pulled a snort from his son.

  “Listen, if we’re going to make this work, the three of us living together, there can’t be two sets of rules son.”

  Dusty snorted again, this time indignantly. “Don’t you mean the four of us?”

  Dean couldn’t help it, he rolled his eyes. “No, I don’t. But that comment only proves my point. It’s okay for you and David to sleep together, but not okay for me and Adam? That’s absurd, Dustin.”

  They fell into an awkward silence, Dean watching his son, waiting patiently while Dusty stared at the blank TV screen. When Dusty finally spoke, it was barely more than a whisper and not at all what Dean expected to hear. “Why Dad? Why aren’t you and mom in love anymore?”

  When their eyes met, the pain and uncertainty he saw in his son’s eyes gutted him. Standing, Dean moved over to sit beside Dusty, wrapping an arm around him and pulling his boy close. “I’m not sure exactly what it was or when it started. I just remember waking up one morning in bed alone and it felt…right.”

  Arms still wrapped around Dean, Dusty mumbled, “Go back further. What happened to make sleeping alone feel right, Dad?”

  Dean sighed. He and Maggie talked about this before he came to New York, about what they would and wouldn’t tell their son. Maggie might get pissed, but Dean felt like Dusty had a right to know the truth. The cracks in the façade that started to slowly chip away at the foundation of a once loving marriage. “I broke my vow to your mom son. I cheated.” Dean’s hold on his son tightened, preparing for the outburst of anger he felt certain was coming and was definitely deserved.

  Dusty surprised him, shocked the shit out of him actually. Instead of the anger Dean was expecting, Dusty simply said, “Go on.”

  “It was about four years ago. Call it a mid-life crisis or blame it on the part of my body that once craved the love of another man—whatever it was I was in a dark place for a while. Your mom and I were fighting all the time, I was drinking too much and we both took our anger out on each other. It felt like we didn’t fit together anymore. I won’t go into every dark, sordid detail, but after a particularly nasty fight that drove me out of the house I wound up at a bar, drinking my troubles away as had become habit back then.”

  “There was this guy and he flipped this switch I’d turned off two decades ago when I married Maggie. One thing led to another and…” Dean paused, unsure if he wanted to say anymore.

  Dusty pulled away from him, leaning back and looking him in the eyes. “It’s okay, Dad, I want to know and I promise, unless you have another family hiding out there, I won’t get mad.”

  He looked at the man sitting beside him. It was sometimes hard for Dean to separate the boy he’d raised with the man Dusty had become. If there was anyone that could understand and possibly sympathize with him right then, it would be Dusty. Ah hell, Maggie, I’m sorry but it’s time to let our little boy be a man.

  “I’m sure you know exactly where it led. I felt rejuvenated and alive for the first time in a long time that night. Unfortunately, in the wake of that night I fell into a deep depression. I felt like the biggest bastard for doing that to Maggie. I didn’t even have to tell her—she knew, said she could read it on my face and see it in my eyes. I moved out for a couple of months, but we were both fucking miserable and when I went to the house one night so we could talk, the switch flipped again and we fit together again.” Dean smiled sadly, the memory of waking up the next morning in the bed he and Maggie had shared for so long. Holding each other while they cried, finally admitting that their love for one another while still strong and alive, had dimmed. The trust was broken and there was no going back.

  “I moved
into the spare bedroom, neither of us wanting to completely sever the ties that bound us to each other. And neither of us wanted to tell you. We were so comfortable with our lives and the parts that we could still share without anger, becoming friends and confidants again, that we decided not to divorce right away and stay in the house. Hell, Hank has been living with us in the house for a while now. When Maggie pissed on the stick and got a positive result, we agreed it was time.” Dean reached for his mug, flinching when the cold coffee touched his lips. He left Dusty to his thoughts long enough to get them both a fresh cup, breathing a sigh of relief when Dusty smiled up at him and thanked him when he came back into the living room.

  “That explains why you moved so fast with Adam. I think…no, I know, if I’d found out about this before this past year, I wouldn’t be so forgiving. What you did to Mom was bullshit, Dad, but you know that and you own it; I’m proud of you for that. But with everything that’s happened with David and the shooting and everything that has happened since, you fucking around doesn’t have the sting it would have a year ago.” Dusty stared into his mug, swishing the coffee around before taking a swig.