All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 1

by T. M. Smith

  Of course, that was all for the camera, for the scene. What the finished film wouldn’t show was the bottle of lube that was shoved between the mattress and the wall that Connor had lathered his hole with while he fingered himself. Or the super-sized butt plug he had inserted a few hours before the shoot to stretch himself well and good prior to filming. Connor was a big man, but even the biggest man needed a little prep before taking a dick up the ass.

  Hayden closed his eyes, groaning as he slid all the way in with one slow push. Connor hissed at the burn, pushing back and rocking his body on Hayden’s dick. He smacked Connor on the ass, hard. “You like that? You like my big dick in your ass, filling you up?” Hayden growled as he leaned forward and fisted a handful of Connor’s black hair in his hand. Andrew was all but hanging upside down, leaning out and over the top bunk, zooming in on Hayden’s cock as he slow fucked Connor.

  “Fuck, yeah!” Connor screamed as Hayden slammed into him over, and over, and harder still, until Connor’s head was banging into the wall. Hayden pulled out and grabbed Connor by the hips, flipping him onto his back and shoving all the way back in, setting up a punishing pace that had the bed screaming in protest. The metal rails banging into the concrete wall echoed throughout the building. A few more flips, twists and turns and Connor found himself face first against the bars of his cell with Hayden plowing into him from behind. With Andrew lying on his back on the cold concrete floor between Hayden’s and Connor’s spread legs, filming from that angle. And Jordan on the other side of the bars, camera trained on Connor’s cock that was pulsing and spitting come all over the steel bars. The shoot promised some great footage for the video that would post online.

  A flurry of curse words spewed from Connor’s mouth as he shot the last of his load all over the bars. Hayden pulled out, pulled the condom off and jerked his cock, spilling all over Connor’s ass, which was beet red, showing Hayden’s hand prints. When Connor turned his head to the side to kiss Hayden, he pushed Connor’s head into the bars to avoid the kiss. It fit for the scene, but the truth of it was, Kory didn’t kiss on camera, ever. He never was one for kissing, until he kissed Jon. And now it was the one thing he saved for Jon that separated Hayden Cox from Kory White.

  ~ Chapter 4 | A Leap of Faith ~

  Kory climbed out of Jon’s truck and followed him up the stairs into his apartment. His heart was pounding in his chest like a fucking kettle drum. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn’t some blushing virgin, and this was far from his first date. Hell, he fucked men for a living. And the two of them had possibly done every sexual act imaginable aside from actually fucking. Kory couldn’t help but think back on his conversation with Mattie that night on the porch, how Mattie had told him he needed to open himself up to the possibility of falling in love with Jon.

  Is that why I’m so fucking scared right now? Because giving myself over to him fully will bring me that much closer to giving him my heart and, if things don’t work out, having it broken?

  Right then, Kory made the decision to take a leap of faith and drop his guard fully, to truly give Jon the opportunity to make Kory fall in love with him. He knew was risking being hurt again, but the truth of it was, Kory had come to the conclusion that not having Jon in his life would be far worse than not trying.

  Jon unlocked the door to his apartment and motioned Kory inside, tossing his keys onto a table beside the door as he closed and locked it, causing Kory’s heart to pound a little bit harder. “So, this is it. I know it’s not much, but it’s all I can afford on my salary. Not to mention, it is a far better option than living at home,” Jon said with a laugh.

  Jon walked over and opened a set of double doors that led out to a small balcony, letting the cool breeze from the night air roll into the room. He walked over to Kory and ran his hands up the length of Kory’s arms. “You want a beer?” Kory nodded. Jon smiled before leaning down and kissing him.

  “Take your coat off and stay awhile; I’ll grab us a couple cold ones. Make yourself comfortable,” Jon said before he disappeared around a corner, heading into the kitchen, Kory assumed.

  The apartment was simple and understated - plain white walls with a few family pictures scattered about. Kory chuckled at the one that had to be Jon with his three brothers as they all had the same thick, unruly black hair. Jon spotted Tristan straight away. Not only was he the only brother not wearing blue, he was the only brother that didn’t have those mesmerizing green eyes. Tristan’s eyes were hazel and his facial structure was slightly different than the other brothers that all looked like they were cut from the same cloth. Differences aside, the four together could not be mistaken as strangers, that much was certain.

  He heard Jon’s footsteps coming closer long before he felt the warmth of his body behind him. An arm holding a beer bottle came around in front of him and Kory laughed. “Thanks,” he said, taking the beer and turning his head to the side. Jon was there, ready and waiting for him, stealing a quick kiss.

  Kory turned into his arms. Looking up into those shimmering green eyes could be his undoing, so Kory focused on Jon’s throat instead. “Jon, I…” His voice broke off. Kory had decided to tell Jon the truth about his family, to clear up the little white lie he told on their first date. But somewhere buried deep in the tattered and broken recesses of Kory’s soul, he held on to that last little thread of doubt. What if Jon was just one more mistake that Kory would have to survive? He didn’t want to have to survive Jon. He wanted to survive with Jon.

  Jon lifted Kory’s face, placing his fingers under his chin, “Hey, what has you so scared, Kory?”

  Kory bristled at the word scared and that thread twisted itself a little tighter around his heart. He took a step back. “I’m not scared.”

  Jon grinned, taking a step forward. “You’re shaking like a leaf, Babe. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Kory. I didn’t bring you back here just to fuck you. I wanted us to be alone so we could talk and make out and do, well, whatever the fuck we want to do without any intrusions. We are always at your apartment or out at the big house on the Sound.” He slowly reached for Kory, careful not to spook him, gripping him by the back of the neck and pulling him in for a more intimate kiss.

  Jon held his breath when Kory pulled back, waiting to see what reaction he would get. Kory gave him a crooked smile. “Did you just call me Babe?”

  Jon laughed. “Why yes, yes I did. You got a problem with that, Babe?” The glint in those green eyes spoke volumes and made Kory’s belly spin in circles, and the thread gave way slightly, starting to fray.

  “And what is this about fucking me? I don’t bottom, Jon. You’ve seen all my videos, right? Then you know that I top, every time.” Kory raised one eyebrow, waiting for Jon’s response. It was immediate and intense.

  Jon leaned into Kory’s space, the tips of their noses touching. “No, Hayden doesn’t bottom. But I think I have already made it perfectly clear that I am not interested in dating Hayden, I am interested in you, Kory. And you will bottom for me. And you will love every second of it.”

  Kory blushed furiously, causing Jon to laugh again before he led Kory over to the couch and they sat and talked for a while. They had been dating for a couple months now and Kory didn’t think he would ever get tired of listening to Jon. He carried that born and bred New Yorker accent well, and it was just about the sexiest thing to sit and listen to Jon talk. He rarely enunciated the letter ‘R’ unless a word started with the letter. And even then, it came out sounding different, sounding like Jon.

  Kory could sit and listen to Jon tell stories about his rather large family all day long. When Jon asked about Kory’s family or his childhood, Kory usually found a way to turn the focus back to Jon, subtly avoiding any questions about his life or his past. Tonight was different though. Jon was bound and determined to learn something he did not already know about his boyfriend. It didn’t help that Kory was performing a balancing act on a very thin thread.

  “Why do you alway
s avoid my questions or try to change the subject, Kory? Are you in witness protection or something?” Jon smiled as he asked the question, but his eyes showed true worry.

  Kory shrugged his shoulders then mentally berated himself. Did you seriously just shrug your shoulders like a pre-pubescent teenager? The wayward thought made Kory chuckle, and he could see the concern on Jon’s face as soon as he looked at him.

  “I just… I don’t like to talk about my past, Jon. It’s full of nothing but pain and misery, loss.” Kory stole a glance at Jon and saw the concern not only etched in his face, but shining in those eyes. Kory’s first instinct was to jump and run. The saner portion of Kory’s mind managed to calm his fight or flight instinct, gently whispering that Jon could be trusted with anything, everything. Kory wasn’t so sure, but he was tired of compartmentalizing his life; it was time to share at least a few gory details with his lover.

  Jon seemed to sense Kory’s unease, his indecisiveness to share. He reached for Kory’s hand and held it in his larger, stronger one. He gave Kory a smile that was meant to be reassuring, nonetheless, it came across as forced.

  Kory sighed. “But I want to, no… want is not the right word… need, I need to tell you the truth.” He patted Jon’s leg before standing and walking toward the patio. Kory stood there, arms crossed, staring out into the dark night sky. This way he could imagine he was alone, reliving a memory, rather than sharing the most painful time in his life with the man he was seriously falling for.

  “When I told you I didn’t have any family, that it was just me, that wasn’t the truth, exactly. I have a sister, or I had a sister, Kassandra. She was so young when our mom died and we wound up in the system. She got adopted almost immediately and I was the odd man out.” Kory ran the events of that night on replay in his mind, not realizing he had been silent for several minutes until Jon spoke softly to him.

  “How did your mom die, Kory?” he asked.

  Kory bit back a sob, Jesus fucking Christ, keep him on that couch. If he touches me right now I’ll break down and I can’t handle that! was the only thought Kory could wrap his mind around right then. Again, and as was becoming habit, Jon sensed Kory’s mood, could probably see his hackles were raised and Kory was about ten seconds from bolting.

  As hard as it was, Jon stayed put on the couch, fists clenched. “Kory?” he prodded.

  “I was eight years old, and Kas was barely two…

  Kory ran all the way home from school, so excited to show his mom the award he got that day for coming in third place for Field Day. He knew something was wrong the second he walked into the house. He could her Kas screaming from her room. What scared him was the fear he could hear in his little sister’s scream. Kory ran down the hall to her room and found Kas sitting in her crib wailing. He could smell the piss and shit as soon as he opened the door, so strong it almost gagged him.

  Kory pulled Kas out of the crib and took her to the bathroom, took his time bathing her and calming her down before quickly grabbing clothes and a diaper from her foul room. Once he had Kas mostly calmed down he went searching for his mom. “Mom. Mom!” he called out through the house, going room to room. His little eight year old heart almost stopped beating when he rounded the corner to his mom’s bathroom that was attached to her bedroom.

  His mom lay in a puddle of her own blood on the bathroom floor. Kory quickly covered Kas’s eyes, staring down at his mother’s battered body. Even her hair was matted to her head with splatters of blood. What was worse, she was completely nude. Kory fought the urge to sit Kas down, grab a towel and cover their mother up. Instead, he quietly left the room, going straight to the phone and dialing 911.

  Everything was a blur and a rush of sirens, lights, questions and worry after that. Kory refused to release Kas to anyone, holding her tiny body in his arms all the way to the hospital, and still refusing to turn her loose as he looked through the small glass window at his mother, now cleaner as the nurses had washed her off. When the hospital chaplain told him his mother was dead… he refused to accept it. What would happen to him, to his sister? Where would they go? They had no other family. Both of their fathers were long gone and his mom had no family to speak of.

  Kory and Kassandra were taken to a group home in the city since they had nowhere else to go. Just before the sun came up, Kory finally succumbed to the fatigue that had settled over him, passing out with Kas still wrapped in his arms. When he woke, she was gone. The social worker came while they slept and took his sister from him.

  … “I cycled through a dozen or more group and foster homes over the next ten years. As soon as I turned eighteen I went back to the Child Advocacy offices that handled our case, tried to learn something about my sister. That was when I found out she had been adopted not even a month after our mother was kill… killed.” Kory could barely say the word. Just giving the memories a voice caused his head to spin and his vision to blur; his gut churned and threatened to send his only slightly digested dinner back up.

  “No one would tell you where your sister was?” Jon asked, barely refraining from yelling at the thought of how scared, hurt and confused eight year old Kory must have been - losing his mother and his sister, the only family he had in this fucked up world, in less than twenty four hours.

  Kory shook his head. “The adoption was closed and they refused to give me any information about the family that took my sister.”

  Jon sat on the couch biting his bottom lip to stop from sobbing out loud. He wiped the tears away with the sleeve of his shirt; the last thing Kory would welcome right then was seeing Jon crying. He would not see the concern or love in the emotion; Kory would only recognize pity.

  The cop instinct quickly kicked in though, and Jon had to ask the question on the tip of his tongue. “Did you ever find out what happened to your mom?”

  Kory nodded. “Yeah, the guy she had been screwing around with was a real piece of work. Apparently mom had a nasty drug habit I didn’t know about and he was her dealer before they started fucking. The sex was payment for her habit that she couldn’t afford. Back then, they couldn’t tell me exactly what pushed him over the edge, but when they caught up to him, he admitted to killing her. I just thank God he either didn’t know or didn’t care that Kas was in the other room in her crib.”

  Kory laughed, but it was a bitter, acidic sound. Not the usual beautiful ring Jon enjoyed from Kory’s laugh. “I went back when I was twenty one and found some newspaper clippings on the trial. The State versus Milton Hawkins written across the front page of the paper in bold italics, as if my mother’s murder was something to be celebrated.”

  Kory sucked in a deep, calming breath, and then released it just as slowly as he had taken it in. “He changed his story several different times from what I read in the article. First he claimed to have no memory of being there, until the DA presented the DNA. Then he said he was there, but couldn’t remember much after snorting the cocaine he brought. In the end, he admitted to everything. Bringing the drugs when she called, getting high, having sex, and then “teaching her a lesson” when she refused to pay him for the drugs. The bastard never showed any remorse, hell, he was even smiling in the image I found of him in cuffs, being escorted out of the courtroom.”

  “What was her name?” Jon whispered.

  “Kathryn White, but everybody called her Kate for short.” Kory’s body slumped and his shoulders shook, Jon couldn’t just sit there anymore, he had to comfort Kory.

  He rose and walked over to Kory, wrapping his arms around him, pulling Kory’s body into his. “Oh Kory, I’m so sorry.”

  Jon knew he chose the wrong phrasing as soon as the words passed his lips. Kory tensed and jerked away from him. “I don’t need your fucking pity.” Kory spat the words out. Jon had dealt with this type of reaction from Kory numerous times by now; he had learned to just roll with it.

  Jon put on his kid gloves. “Kory, I don’t pity you; I was simply expressing my sorrow that you have had to live your life with that w
eight on your shoulders. And without your sister, the only relative you know for sure you have in this world.”

  It tore Jon’s heart up to have to stand there and watch Kory fight the urge to break down. Why did Kory feel the need to bottle it up? Had he ever given himself the time to grieve over the loss? Jon wondered. “Kory, please, I just want to hold you. It has less to do with pity than me wanting to be the shoulder you have never had to cry on.”

  Jon held his arms out, open, not making a move toward Kory. No, Kory would have to come to him. It took several long minutes where Jon watched as Kory struggled with some inbred need to turn and run, distance himself from any type of emotion, but thankfully, the lure of Jon’s arms won in the end. Jon pulled Kory into him, wrapping his arms around him and tucking Kory’s head under his chin. Kory grabbed Jon’s shirt and clung to him, inhaling deep, breathing him in. In the heat of the moment, Jon thought perhaps the memory of that day was so vivid for Kory that as he told the story, all his senses relived it, included the stench he spoke of in his sister’s room.