All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  “Damn, how’d you get so smart?” Dean looked at his son, somewhat in awe of the person he’d become.

  “I was raised by two very intelligent people that let me make my own mistakes and grow into the man I am today. It’s only fair that the teacher makes his own mistakes as well, don’t you think?” Dusty finished with a question, but no response was necessary.

  They talked more while they made dinner together, something Dean could remember being a daily routine when Dusty was younger. The lasagna was just coming out of the oven when David arrived home from school, followed not long after by Adam, and the four of them sat down to dinner. Dean watched, extremely happy that Dusty was finally making an effort to get to know Adam.

  Life was full of ups and downs, Dean thought. Just shy of fifty years young, Dean was headed into unchartered waters with Adam, but he was confident it was the right decision. Being with Adam and moving to New York were just two steps toward a new lease on life, and he couldn’t help but be excited to start the journey.

  Epilogue

  Music filtered through the large speakers that had been strategically placed around the perimeter of the large backyard. Dusty sat at a table with William, Beau, Tommy and Jacob, David perched on his lap. Kory danced with his sister on the large dance floor, Sophia and Jon Brennan spinning around them in circles. Jordan and Kassie had been privy to Jon’s decision to propose to Kory the same night they were all introduced to Victor, Andrew and Mattie’s baby girl, Astrid Elena Dimir. Jon hadn’t been lying when he told Kory he’d been trying to propose for months.

  When they arrived at the house in Mamaroneck that afternoon and Jon saw that the majority of Kory’s extended family was already there, he pulled Kassie and Jordan aside and asked if they thought it would be okay if he proposed then. He didn’t want to take anything away from the joy Mattie and his husbands had to be feeling at the moment. Victor had overheard them talking and convinced Jon that it was indeed the perfect time for him to propose. The big Romanian that was like a father to so many was thrilled, noting that it wouldn’t be the first time someone got engaged in his kitchen.

  While Kassie retrieved the ring from the glovebox in Jon’s truck, Jordan dialed the Brennan home and quickly filled them in on what was happening, putting them on speaker phone so they could listen in. Not wanting to waste another second, when Jon’s mother Sophia asked if they’d set a date yet, Jon replied, “Next weekend, at the courthouse.” Of course his mother flipped shit. So here they were, two months later in the backyard of Jon’s childhood home, surrounded by family and friends, officially Mister and Mister Brennan.

  Father O’Corvi presided over the nuptials, thrilled to be marrying two men he’d come to think of as friends. The minister had visited Jon in the hospital after the shooting, and grown quite close with the Brennan family. The ceremony took place in the gazebo that sat in the center of the Brennans’ backyard. Kassie stood with her brother, while Jon’s brother Tristan stood with him as they promised to love and cherish one another until their dying breaths.

  While the reception carried on around them, Dusty sat with David in his lap, swaying in his seat, watching as Kory spun Kassie in a circle then handed her off to Jordan. Shay snuck up behind his wife, grabbing her and spinning her in a circle as she laughed. Jon took Kory’s hand and pulled him close, staring down into his eyes with so much love, Dusty had to look away. It felt like a moment entirely too private to watch. When he looked back he saw Jon tell Kory he loved him before he kissed him and the two began swaying side to side to the beat of Justin Timberlake’s “Not a Bad Thing”.

  David jumped up, turning and pulling Dusty out of the chair, dragging him toward the makeshift dance floor. They’d barely gotten their feet going when the song ended and another started. Dusty recognized the song; it was one of David’s favorites. “Youth” by Troy Sivan blasted from the speakers. Holding the man he loved in his arms, everything and everyone else faded away. He focused on the small, lithe, blond-haired, blue-eyed angel that clung to him.

  “What’s wrong babe? You look so serious,” David asked, smiling up at him.

  “Nothing’s wrong D, nothing at all. In fact, it couldn’t be more perfect.” Their lips met softly, no want or need to make the kiss anything more than a brief peck. Dusty pulled away when a body bumped into him.

  “Cut that mess out, it’s my wedding day for Christ’s sake!” Kory tried hard to look put out, but the smile in his eyes gave him away. The song ended, another upbeat dance song started and Dusty carefully made his escape. David loved to dance. Dusty, not so much…well, only if they were naked and horizontal. Looking back over his shoulder he chuckled. David and Jordan were dancing on either side of Kassie and it was hysterical.

  Instead of heading back to their table, Dusty made his way to the bar the caterers had set up on one end of the porch for another beer. From his spot on the porch, he could see the entire backyard. Victor stood beside the table his husbands sat at with Chris and Linc, holding his daughter, patting her back and slowly swaying side to side. Chris looked over; catching Dusty’s eye, he lifted his beer with a smile and Dusty did the same. The once-straight, gay-for-pay model and his boyfriend, Linc, had initially been standoffish with Dusty and David after learning David was the brother of the man that had blown into their lives like an unwanted storm, wreaking havoc.

  Chris explained after the fact that they were upset and hurt that Dusty kept not only them, but pretty much everyone in the dark. “With everything we’ve gone through as a family Dusty, it hurts that you didn’t think you could trust us with the truth,” Linc told Dusty when they’d met a couple of weeks later for drinks.

  A tangling mass of red waves caught Dusty’s attention, pulling him out of his reverie. Gran Brennan had sidled up to Victor, reaching for Astrid, smiling at the still-small baby and spinning her in the air. Dusty couldn’t wait to tell Jon that his grandmother did, in fact, know how to smile.

  NYPD’s finest were littered around the yard as well. Dusty caught sight of Father O’Corvi sitting with Jon’s partner, Robert, who had the minister’s undivided attention. Looking toward the dance floor to get a glimpse of David, Dusty’s eyes fell on his father, wrapped in Adam’s arms. Their eyes were closed, foreheads touching as they danced far too slow for the song that was playing. It was still odd to think of his father without his mother, even more so seeing his dad with a man. But both his parents were happier than they’d been in years, so who was he to judge?

  A bouncing bundle of energy threw himself at Dusty and he wrapped his arms around David, laughing. “What ya doin’, babe?”

  “Waiting for you.” Dusty punctuated his statement with a quick kiss. “You thirsty?” David nodded. Reaching for David’s hand, he pulled him toward the bar. “Jordan, Kassie, a drink?”

  “Yeah, whatever you’re having,” Jordan replied. “Babe?”

  Kassie shook her head. “Nah, I’m good.”

  “Whatever. Unless you’re knocked up, you can have a drink with us.” Dusty chided. When Kassie didn’t immediately respond, he stopped, turning to look at her.

  Wide-eyed, Kassie’s cheeks flushed. “Kassie, baby, are you…are we…” Jordan couldn’t finish a complete sentence.

  His wife smiled at him and shrugged. “I just found out this afternoon and I was going tell you tonight; I didn’t want to ruin Kory and Jon’s day.” Jordan grabbed Kassie and kissed her, lifting her off her feet and spinning her in a circle.

  When he let her go, Jordan climbed up onto the table beside him and whistled to get everyone’s attention. “Hey, everyone, guess what…I’m gonna be a dad!” he hollered and the backyard erupted in cheers and applause. Kassie laughed, holding her arms open to her husband when he hopped off the table and reached for her again.

  Dusty stood beside the bar, one arm around David, the two of them drinking their beers and watching as everyone lined up to pat Kassie’s belly. “You think we’ll ever have this?” David asked.

  Dusty looked d
own at him. “Have what, babe?”

  “This…” David held his arms out, taking a step away from Dusty and spinning in a circle, coming to a stop in front of him, smiling up at Dusty with so much love and devotion, it took Dusty’s breath away. “Marriage, a family, a home, this, D.” David pushed himself up on his tip toes to steal a quick kiss.

  “As long as I get to lay my head down next to you every night and wake up next to you every morning, you can have anything and everything babe.” Dusty loved the way David smiled up at him, so much so, that when David dragged him back towards the dance floor…he went willingly.

  I hope you’ve enjoyed this box set of books 4, 5 and 6 from the All Cocks stories – a Kindle Unlimited exclusive buy. Keep reading for an alternate POV scene from Dare to Hope and a Deleted scene from Hide and Seek.

  When Dare to Hope released, I noticed several reviewers saying they wish they’d gotten more form Gabe’s point of view. So, this next scene should wet your whistle if you were one of those persons. If not, it’s just too cha cha for words, so enjoy!

  Dare to Hope, Chapter 20…

  Gabe headed into the kitchen to cook the soup and sandwiches while Tristan sent Micah upstairs. “I’ll go help Gabe with Dinner while you go shower.”

  He started the tomato soup, Micah’s favorite, before grabbing a skillet for the grilled cheese. While the pan heated, Gabe got the bread and cheese ready to go as soon as the pan was hot enough, smiling when he felt two familiar arms wrap around his waist. “You feeling better babe? I know that session took almost as much out of you as it did Micah.” Tristan’s breath grazed his ear lobe causing Gabe to shiver. He was rewarded with a deep, low chuckle as Tristan spun him around, leaning down and kissing him gently.

  “Better?” Tristan asked; his voice low and gravely. Gabe just nodded. “Good, let’s get this cooked and get upstairs before Micah finishes his shower.”

  They’d just changed into their comfy pajama pants when the shower door swung open, a wave of steam rolling out just before Micah’s still damp body appeared. He wasn’t wearing his blade and it took monumental restraint for Gabe to stay put on the bed, not climb up and help Micah as he balanced himself on the wall, then the dresser, on his way to the bed. Gabe laughed, shaking his head, when Tristan reached up and grabbed Micah around the waist, lifting him and placing his body on the bed between them with minimal effort. Damn their man was strong.

  They watched TV while they ate, the three of them climbing under the comforter and snuggling close once they finished. Micah fell asleep with his head on Tristan’s chest, so Gabe took the tray and dishes downstairs, got the dishwasher loaded, grabbed some bottled water then headed back upstairs. He stopped in the doorway watching Tristan as he ran his hands down the length of Micah’s body, a look of concern marring his gorgeous face. Micah shifted and moaned, his eyes slowly blinking open when Tristan brushed a stray lock of hair off his face.

  Gabe continued to just watch the two of them as they stared at each other with such longing in their eyes until Tristan wrapped his massive arms around Micah, pulling him close and kissing him like his life depended on it. He moved quickly, climbing into the bed and moving up right behind Micah, running his fingers up Micah’s spine then scooting close enough he would certainly feel how much Gabe needed him.

  It was a mad dash to get everyone naked and then they were pressed up against each other again. Kissing, touching and fondling each other. “I want you, I want you both.” Micah groaned, opening his mouth and allowing Gabe to slide his tongue in.

  He pulled back, looking down into Micah’s usually gold pools of amber, his pupils beyond fully dilated. “You have us, baby.” Gabe whispered into his ear feeling Micah shiver in his arms.

  “No, I want both of you, at the same time.” Micah groaned. Gabe froze, staring down at Micah. He had only topped a couple times in his life and neither were a noteworthy experience. But this, Micah and Tristan, this was different. The butterflies in his stomach took flight and he felt light-headed. What if he hurt Micah?

  “I need you, Gabe. I need you both right now more than I need air to breathe. I have never in all my life felt more safe and loved and wanted than I feel lying here between the two of you. I need this, Gabe, need to feel both of you, need to feel us all together. Please.” Micah looked up at Gabe with so much love and trust.

  He continued to stare at Micah for a few intense moments, he could do this, he would do this, for Micah. “Okay Micah, for you or Tristan, I would do anything to give you what you need.”

  Micah pounced, obviously not wanting to give Gabe time to reconsider. He rolled their bodies until he was straddling Gabe, leaning in for a kiss that turned up the heat in the room to stifling. There was just as much love and trust in the kiss as there had been in Micah’s eyes only moments ago. Gabe felt Tristan’s body brush his legs just before Micah’s body jerked and he moaned into their kiss.

  Micah broke their connection, throwing his head back and shouting. “Holy fuck, Tris!” Gabe could tell by the way Micah was rutting his ass back and moaning that Tristan was rimming him, and doing a damn fine job by the sounds of it.

  Gabe moved quickly, pulling his body out from under Micah and stretching out sideways on the bed. He reached for Micah’s semi-hard dick, tugging a couples times then swallowing him whole. Micah was shouting, squirming and moaning and Gabe felt certain, if they didn’t move things along, Micah would come before even one of them got inside him, much less both.

  “Oh god, you gotta stop guys, or I’m gonna blow,” Micah groaned.

  “Lay down on your side, babe.” Tristan instructed Micah. He stretched out, facing Gabe, reaching for him and pulling Gabe’s body in for a kiss. Gabe wrapped his nimble fingers around Micah’s cock and set up a nice, slow jerk while Tristan slid in behind Micah.

  “That’s it Gabe, just like that, help me get him ready.” Tristan’s voice was hoarse with need.

  “Oh my god, yeah.” Micah moaned, his body jerking backwards. “I thought I was getting you both?” Micah asked, breathless.

  “You will, but I need to loosen you up some first, love, we are not going to rush into this and take a chance on hurting you, Micah.” Tristan told him, biting down on Micah’s shoulder, pulling another cursed gasp from his lover. Gabe kept up his slow, steady pulls on Micah’s cock that was growing harder, stiffer by the second.

  He looked up and met Tristan’s gaze over Micah’s shoulder. “You ready, Gabe?” He licked his lips and nodded.

  Tristan pulled out and rolled over onto his back, much to Micah’s dismay. “No, no, no, dammit, why did you stop? Bastard! I was so close.” Gabe and Tristan both grinned.

  “Yeah, well why don’t you get that sweet ass over here and ride me?” Tristan teased and in one fluid motion Micah rolled over to straddle Tristan, lifting his hips to position himself over Tristan’s cock that was standing at attention. Micah lowered himself all the way with one trust, both men crying out.

  Tristan grabbed Micah’s hips, trying to slow him down, nodding at Gabe. “Gabe, come up behind Micah, on your knees, in between my legs.” He could hear the strain in Tristan’s voice so he moved quickly into position, on his knees behind Micah. “Okay, start with your fingers. Insert them inside around my cock.”

  Gabe ran the tip of one finger around the base of Tristan’s cock, coating the digit with lube, then slowly pushing into Micah’s body. His hole clamped down on Gabe’s finger immediately. “Fuck!” he shouted, his body tensing up.

  “Slow Gabe, go slow.” Tristan had regained a bit of his composure. Gabe took his ques from Micah’s body, inserting a second finger when his lover started riding Tristan’s cock again.

  “I think he’s ready, Gabe. Work your way in on top of me, very, very slowly.” With a deep breath, Gabe fisted his cock, moving closer and trying to gently push his way inside. It took a couple tries before his crown slid inside. Micah was squirming as best as he could with the tight hold Tristan had on his hips, moaning, groaning an
d panting.

  Gabe watched Tristan’s face as he slid all the way in, his larger lover’s eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned. “Wow, this feels… amazing,” Gabe said in wonder. And it did, it felt unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He could feel Tristan’s large cock rubbing up against him, both of them safely encased inside the warmth of Micah’s tight channel.

  “Move with me Gabe, in and out, but only pull out halfway.” Slow, determined thrusts became harder, came faster. As soon as Gabe’s thrusts increased in speed and depth, Micah starting fighting the hold Tristan had on his hips. It didn’t take long from there for Gabe to feel Micah’s body start quivering, his body submitting to the pull of his orgasm.

  His body and he threw his head back and shouting. “I’m coming, Gabe, god, hold me up, it’s too much!” Gabe wrapped both arms around Micah’s chest holding him as the first jet of come streamed from Micah’s untouched cock.

  “Gabe,” Tristan growled. Gabe met his eyes, “Pull out, now.” Gabe nodded. He couldn’t just jerk his ass back and pull out, he tried, but Micah’s body was clamped down tight, almost to the point of pain. Gabe had to let go of Micah and pray Tristan could hold him up long enough to reach down and coax his dick out of Micah.