All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 1

by T. M. Smith

  “You too huh?” Kory’s eyes were open, staring at the bulge in Jon’s pants. When Jon stole a glance he too laughed at the matching bulge in Kory’s pants.

  “Yeah. Sorry, I don’t want you to think that is all I’m after, Kory. I meant it when I told you I don’t want to date Hayden; I want to date Kory. I guess that is part of why I waited so long to really kiss you. I wanted it to be genuine and real, and it didn’t feel right until now,” Jon whispered, running his thumb along the cut of Kory’s jawline.

  “Anytime you kiss me it’s real Jon, and it’s only me. I don’t kiss on camera. It’s too intimate a gesture in my opinion, and something I save for me, for Kory,” Kory said before closing his eyes and leaning in for another kiss. Things went from lukewarm to five alarm fire in a matter of seconds; Jon pushed Kory back, holding him by his shoulders at arm’s length.

  “Goddamn Kory. We have to stop; I already want to fuck you senseless right here on the grass.” With that revelation, Jon stood and pulled Kory to his feet so they could head back to Jon’s car, and sadly, Kory’s apartment, where Jon would regrettably say goodnight.

  Well, I guess it’s a cold shower for me tonight. Perhaps I can fill the tub full of ice and dive right in, which is about the only thing that will kill this hard on, Jon thought to himself as he drove Kory home.

  Ever the perfect gentleman, Jon walked Kory to his door as he had the first time they went out. Unlike that first time, Jon pinned Kory against the door, kissing him breathless. Kory was still leaning against the door panting as Jon stood inside the elevator watching him until the doors closed and blocked his view.

  “You are going to make me break all my rules, Jon Brennan,” Kory whispered to himself before heading into his apartment to take a long, cold shower.

  ***

  The kiss that night at the park ignited a need to get to know each other better, to deepen their connection. Jon tried to maintain his status as the perfect gentleman, but Kory was determined to push the envelope. An erotic kiss shared on the elevator ride up to Kory’s apartment a week later ended with Kory pressed up against the front door, Jon’s hand down his pants, fisting Kory’s dick until he came all over Jon’s hand.

  Kory returned that favor a few days later when he and Jon decided to stay in for the night, curled up on the couch eating pizza and watching a movie. Dusty was out at the house for a shoot, so they had the apartment all to themselves. Kory sat on the floor between Jon’s spread legs, his back leaning against the couch while Jon massaged his sore shoulders. Apparently the little gasps and groans emitting from Kory hit a nerve with Jon. When Kory turned sideways to look up at Jon his gaze was captured by the bulge in Jon’s pants.

  Kory had groped Jon and gotten him off with his hand a few times, but he had yet to actually see Jon’s cock. Right then all Kory could focus on was seeing the hard column of flesh that was attempting to bust Jon’s zipper. He wanted to taste it, feel the heavy weight of it on his tongue. Turning his body and sitting up on his knees, Kory reached for Jon’s belt, unbuckling it and slowly sliding the zipper down, all while maintaining eye contact with man that was giving him a lopsided grin.

  Kory leaned in and slid his tongue down the length while sliding Jon’s pants and briefs down his hips. He wanted to take his time, get to know Jon’s anatomy on a more personal level. But the small gasp of pleasure that fell off Jon’s lips combined with the electric shock that zinged down Kory’s spine when Jon fisted his hair in a tight grip urged him to take Jon deep and fast. He fisted, licked, sucked and nibbled on the sensitive but firm flesh. His goal was singular: make Jon come in his mouth while screaming his name. Minutes later, Jon didn’t disappoint as he barked out Kory’s name and shot his hot seed down Kory’s throat.

  As soon as Jon caught his breath he pushed Kory onto his back and tore his pants off, swallowing Kory whole from the start. While Kory had been given head in possibly every way imaginable during his career as a porn star, Jon still managed to blow his mind, literally. They lay there on Kory’s living room floor; spent, sweaty and sated until Kory felt his eyelids growing heavy. He found the strength to stand and drag Jon up off the floor and into his bedroom where they both stripped and fell into bed naked.

  Kory knew by the way Jon looked at him, held him and kissed him goodnight that all he would have to do was say the word, or make the first move and they would be having sex instead of going to sleep. Kory could not figure out why he backed off every time they got close to actually having sex; it was far from his first trip to the rodeo. Jon was very understanding though - he never tried to go any further than Kory would allow.

  A conversation with Mattie when Kory was out at the house for a shoot made him look at the situation from a different perspective. Mattie and Dusty were the only two people in Kory’s life that truly knew Kory, were able to separate Kory from Hayden. And now Jon, somewhat at least. But Mattie and Dusty were the only two people that knew the truth about his past and why he was so guarded.

  After the incident at Club Berlin that left Mattie hospitalized and landed Lance in jail for assault, Kory opened up to Mattie about his mom’s death, losing his sister and why he didn’t trust anyone, especially men. When Mattie compared Kory to his ex-boyfriend Paul because of the Lance cheating on Lincoln with Kory debacle, Kory couldn’t even be mad at Mattie, knowing that Mattie was right. Lance was a bastard, but he was good looking and charming, and he used that charm to his advantage. Kory was lonely and depressed back then and Lance said all the right things to get Kory into his bed.

  It was the common ground he and Mattie shared, the similar darkness in their pasts, and the ability they had to be completely honest with one another without holding a grudge that formed their friendship. Which is why Mattie could call Kory out on his bullshit, and get away with it. “Listen Kory, nobody understands your hesitancy more than me. It’s hard to completely open yourself up to someone when your entire life has been full of lies and deceit, but I think if you are honest with yourself, you will realize that the reason why you haven’t slept with Jon yet is because you are falling for him.”

  Kory shook his head. “I’m not scared to fuck him, and I am not in love with him.”

  Mattie cocked his head to the side and grinned. “I didn’t say you were scared, and I damn sure didn’t say anything about love.”

  Kory opened his mouth to speak, but the words lodged in his throat. He opened his mouth and closed it a couple times, before turning his head and staring off toward the water of the Sound.

  “Kory.” Mattie spoke softly. “I don’t care if you are honest with me, I can see right through your bullshit anyway. Just be honest with yourself and with Jon.” Kory continued to stare off across the yard, turning to look at Mattie when he placed his hand on Kory’s shoulder. “That is the thing about life Kory, it is pleasure and pain, it is happiness and sadness, but if you walk around with blinders on you won’t see what is standing right in front of you.”

  “Which is?” Kory asked.

  “A chance at being happy, finding love. Just because you don’t love Jon right now doesn’t mean that you can’t. Being stubborn and pig headed only means that you won’t, but I hope you care enough about him to try.” Mattie didn’t push anymore after that. They sat there on the porch in the dark, drinking their beers and enjoying the quiet of the night.

  “I’m scared, Mattie.” Kory broke the silence.

  Mattie patted his leg before wrapping his arm around Kory’s shoulder, pulling him close. “I know you are; God knows I was too when Victor, Andy and I were trying to figure out the mechanics of our relationship. But I wanted it, wanted them so bad, I was willing to risk anything to be with them.”

  “I like him a lot Mattie, enough to love him eventually, but everyone I have ever loved is either dead, or gone.” Kory drained the last of his beer then started peeling the label before he spoke again. “I find myself picking fights with him over the dumbest shit. I mean seriously, like, we will be sitting on the couch w
atching TV, holding hands, making out, and I feel so safe and happy in that moment and then I remember my mom, Kas, Paul, Lance, and I fucking freak out and pick a fight with him over something so retarded. Last week it was over a coaster.”

  Mattie giggled. “A coaster?”

  Kory nodded emphatically. “Yes! A fucking coaster! I was sitting there with my head on his shoulder watching The Voice and planning our future. A house with a white picket fence and a two car garage and some demon inside me took over and went off on him because he sat his beer down on the coffee table without a coaster. What the fuck is wrong with me Mattie? Why can’t I be happy?” Kory ran his hand through his hair, fisting the ends of it.

  “Hey, none of that for starters.” Mattie grabbed Kory’s hand in his. “Have you talked to Jon about any of this?” Kory shook his head. “Well, don’t you think you should?” Kory shook his head again and Mattie swatted him on the arm. “Yes, jackass, you should!”

  Kory tried to look away but Mattie stared him down, refusing to be ignored. “You asked for my opinion so I am giving it to you. I love you to pieces Kory, but you are a stubborn, pig-headed, horse’s ass! No, you don’t know if things with you and Jon will work out. But that man obviously adores you, so you need to work out whatever it is that is holding you back and see where this road leads. I think Jon just might surprise you.”

  “What if I fuck it up?” Kory mumbled.

  “What if you don’t?” Mattie responded.

  ~ Chapter 3 | Lights, Camera, Action ~

  The building was old and dank, the air smelled of blood, sweat, tears and sex, but it was the only place Andrew could find to shoot Jordan’s prison series that they could afford. It was an abandoned, rundown, old detention facility in downtown Manhattan and it had cost a small fortune to lease for a month. Jordan had tossed out an idea at a meeting a while back to do a series of short videos for the site that were prison based. Andrew and Victor monitored emails and comments on the site vigorously and had noticed an upward trend in people wanting to see jail, prison, guard and inmate type scenarios for videos. With the success of their first feature length DVD “Love on the Docks,” Victor took Jordan’s idea and ran with it. Hence, the reason they were all miserably spending the month in a goddamn detention facility, fucking each other senseless in worn out jail cells, filming scenes for “Malibu Men’s Prison,” All Cocks’ latest venture.

  The first week was spent fumigating and cleaning. Andrew had found a couple bunk beds made of metal that he bought wholesale online, and they used those in the two cells they scrubbed and painted to get ready for the filming. Jon and Gianni had offered up a couple old, worn out NYPD uniforms under the condition that Mattie redesign them enough that they wouldn’t be seen as NYPD uniforms. Everything else for the shoot they ordered online: handcuffs, batons, utility belts and orange scrubs that would be used for inmates.

  All the models were called in to film for this one, some twice, along with a few new guys Victor had just hired on. Even Jordan stepped back in front of the camera again to break in their newest member, a retired Army Ranger named Micah that went by the screen name Aiden Cox. Micah Solo was in his mid-twenties, gorgeous and slender with dark blonde hair, brown eyes, a series of tattoos and scars littering his body and most notably, he was missing his left leg just below the knee. It had been hard for all the guys not to cater to Micah on set, but Victor had a meeting with everyone prior to Micah’s first day, explaining they were to treat him no differently than they would treat each other. Kory had been the one to point out that any one of them would go out of their way to help each other with a similar injury, but Victor assured everyone Micah could more than take care of himself.

  Today was the last day of filming and no one could be happier than Kory. He hadn’t seen Jon in over a week and he was beyond ready to curl up on the couch with his man, eat bad takeout and watch something mindless on the television. His man, the thought made Kory laugh. If anyone had told him a year ago that he would be exclusively dating just one guy, and a cop no less, he would have laughed in their face and told them to fuck off. And yet, that is exactly what was happening. It was a slow start for them, Kory hesitant to date anyone that had followed him online in the beginning, but in the weeks since meeting at Club Berlin they had gradually grown closer.

  Jon Brennan was a force of nature, stubborn to a fault, demanding and temperamental at best; but he had managed to do the one thing no other man since Paul had done, sink his hooks into Kory. He had blown into Kory’s life that night at the club and in the days that passed, he managed to worm his way past the wall he had erected around his heart. Not to mention, the hard headed half Irish half Italian cop had laid claim to Kory, and refused to leave. Their relationship was a series of ups and downs that sometimes got physical, and not in the biblical sense, but for whatever reason, they seemed to cling to each other.

  The last time they had seen each other before Kory had to play Hayden for a couple weeks, they wound up arguing because they couldn’t agree on what to watch on TV or what to order for dinner. It was ridiculous and meaningless in hindsight - they were both so hard headed, but what Kory remembered fondly was the blow job he received while being pinned to his living room floor when he tried to stomp away from Jon.

  Kory’s train of thought was interrupted by Jordan’s booming voice screeching out of the megaphone he had brought with him to the set, just to drive everyone fucking insane.

  “Hayden Cox; we need Hayden Cox in cell 2. Mr. Cox, we need your cock in cell 2 please.” Jordan had spoken in a high, shrill voice that was far worse than nails on a chalk board when spoken through the megaphone in his hand.

  Kory muttered a few colorful words under his breath as he walked faster toward the cell they were shooting in. He rounded the corner and flipped Jordan the bird, for which he was rewarded with an air kiss and a wink. Kory rolled his eyes and turned his attention to William, the model he was shooting the scene with. William was the anomaly of All Cocks Inc. Six foot three, two hundred pounds, black hair and steel grey eyes. Men puddled at his feet, then turned and ran the other way when they found out he was a big nelly bottom.

  William eyed Kory from head to toe, chuckling. “Nice.” Kory was dressed in one of Jon’s old NYPD uniforms that Mattie had overhauled. He would be playing the prison guard, Officer Hayden Cox, who was there to teach inmate number 69, Connor, exactly who was in charge. As soon as the cameras started rolling, Kory and William became Hayden and Connor and the fun began.

  ***

  Connor lay on the bottom bunk wearing only his uniform orange pants. One arm was folded under his head, the other hidden beneath the fabric of his pants as he lay there, eyes closed, smiling and slowly stroking himself. He lifted his head to look through the bars of his cell when he heard the sound of a baton being slowly dragged across the bars, getting louder as it grew closer.

  Connor’s smile grew wide when Officer Cox stopped at the door to his cell, pulling his keys out and unlocking it, then stepping into the cell before slamming the cell door shut behind him. Hayden shook his head, slapping his palm with the baton. “The rules are clear Connor: no touching, no pleasure. I’m going to have to report this and the warden is going to want to put you in solitary this time.”

  Connor grinned up at Hayden, twisting and turning his big body until he sat on the edge of the bed, smiling up at Hayden. “Oh now, Officer Cox, I’m sure we can work something out, keep this between ourselves.” Connor licked his lips as he reached out and unbuttoned Hayden’s pants. As soon as the long, thick cock was free from the confines of cloth, Hayden shoved Connor’s hands away.

  “Just your mouth, open wide and take it all, fucker.” Hayden shoved all the way inside Connor’s warm, wet mouth with one push, gasping when he felt Connor’s throat contracting around the head of his dick. Scene or not, it felt fucking amazing and it was all Hayden could do to slow down and not fuck Connor’s mouth in earnest until he spilled down his throat.

  Hayden pulled
back a little and made a show out of it, made it look good for the camera, twisting his body in different angles and saying filthy things to Connor that fit the mood of the scene they were shooting, before stepping back and unbuttoning his shirt. “Take your pants off,” he ordered Connor, who happily obeyed. Andrew climbed up to the top bunk to shoot the scene from above while Connor made quick work of his pants.

  Hayden stood there slowly stroking his cock, pinching one of his nipples, watching Connor as he lifted one leg up onto the bed, giving Hayden an unobstructed view of his hole. Connor watched Hayden as he jacked himself, and Hayden watched Connor finger his hole, preparing himself to take Hayden’s dick.

  “Enough. Get on your hands and knees,” Hayden barked. Connor grinned up at him lasciviously, licking his lips as he slowly pulled the three fingers he had buried in his ass out.

  “Yes sir, Officer Cox.” Connor flipped over onto his hands and knees, jutting his ass up in the air as he looked over his shoulder, grinning.

  Hayden pulled a condom out of his pocket, tearing it open with his teeth before sheathing his cock and pumping a couple times, quickly walking over and sliding into the space between Connor’s legs. “Gonna fuck you dry and make you bleed, make you scream for me. That’ll teach you to behave.”