All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 1

by T. M. Smith

  Everyone just basically assumed Kory was a dick for no good reason, when the truth of the matter was, Kory was a dick, but he had good reason. Jon didn’t know how long he lay there watching Kory sleep, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in and out. Jon smiled and closed his eyes. He was just starting to drift off when Kory’s body jerked in his arms.

  Jon rolled to his side, arms still wrapped around Kory. He was mumbling something and his brow was creased, his body tense. “Kory,” Jon whispered, but got no response. Then Kory tried to jerk away from him, but Jon held on tight. Jon couldn’t reason why right then, but he started humming a song his Gran used to sing to him and his brothers when they were children, when they were scared or hurt.

  It took a few minutes but slowly, Kory’s body went limp again and the scowl disappeared. Jon thought perhaps Kory was having a nightmare, or the conversation from earlier had left him more on edge than Jon realized. Just before Jon’s eyes drooped shut a second time, he had a thought, in that place in between wakefulness and sleep, where the mind is clearest. Jon was going to help Kory find his sister Kassandra.

  ~ Chapter 6 | Family Matters ~

  “It will be fine, Babe.” Jon tried reassuring Kory who was fidgeting in the passenger seat of Jon’s big truck. For some reason Kory couldn’t quite remember right now, he had agreed to spend Thanksgiving at the Brennan house. When Jon arrived to pick him up, Kory was pacing his apartment, freaking out over the impending introductions to Jon’s family. Dusty had gone out to Mamaroneck with Chris and Linc for the day, so Kory had plenty of time alone to work himself into quite a mess. As soon as Jon wrapped his arms around him, Kory calmed some, but not completely.

  “I promise, it will be okay Kory, just breathe. As long as you don’t let yourself get cornered by Gran, you’ll be fine.” Jon was only partially kidding, but Kory laughed at him. How much trouble could one old woman be? Oh, but Kory was about to find out.

  As soon as Jon opened the front door Kory’s senses were assaulted by men shouting, the football game on full blast, a dog barking and the voice of a pissed off woman with a strong Irish lilt yelling at them all. The smells were absolutely amazing though, Kory had to admit. Jon laughed when Kory’s stomach growled loudly, pulling him further into the mad house.

  A softer female voice drew Kory’s attention then. “Jon! You’re here.”

  “Hey Mom.” Jon leaned down and hugged the petite woman before turning and taking his mom’s hand, leading her over to where Kory stood rooted in place, next to the front door. “Mom, this is Kory. Kory White, this is my mother, Sophia Brennan.”

  “It’s nice to meet you Ma’am,” Kory said, taking Sophia’s hand and kissing her knuckles.

  “Oh my, manners, I like him already Jon.” Kory blushed at her words, which made both Jon and his mother laugh. “Take your boyfriend in the den and introduce him to the men, then bring him in the kitchen and feed him, I could hear his stomach growling from the other room.” Sophia reached up and pinched Kory’s cheek. “He is so skinny; we will have to fatten him up.”

  And with that she went back the way she came chattering to the person in the kitchen, who Kory assumed was Jon’s Gran. He was not really looking forward to meeting her. Jon took his hand and pulled Kory close, leaning down and kissing him. “Relax, Babe.” Kory tried to smile; certain it came across more like a grimace, and followed Jon into the den.

  There was a flat screen television on one wall that belonged in a movie theater; the Cowboys game was on full blast. The other two cops, Sal and Rafe were on one couch, shouting at the TV and a red haired man was stretched out on the other, leaning back, beer in hand, laughing at the two fools across from him.

  “What’s the score Rafe? These two fools driving you crazy, Da?” Jon spoke as they entered the large room.

  “Jon, you made it, Bro.” The youngest of the brothers jumped up and came around the couch, pulling Jon into a tight hug. “Hey, you must be Kory, I’m Rafe.”

  “Yeah, Kory, nice to meet you.” Kory extended his hand but Rafe ignored it, pulling Kory into a hug he swore broke something.

  Rafe latched onto Kory’s elbow and led him around the couch to make introductions while Jon stood back watching and laughing. The traitor!

  “This here is Salvatore, Sal for short, that mook over there sulking in the corner is Tristan.” Rafe pointed to a corner Kory hadn’t seen yet and there was the odd man out, reading a book. He briefly looked up and nodded at Kory before his attention went back to whatever he was reading. “And this here is our Da.”

  Kory looked into the familiar green eyes he had grown very attached to, but these green eyes belonged to an older version of Jon with red hair. “Kory, it is nice to finally meet you; Jon has told us so much about you.”

  “It’s nice to meet you too Mr. Brennan. Thank you for inviting me today.” Kory was sort of on auto pilot by this point. Say hi, say thank you, and shake their hand, rinse, repeat.

  “You say Mr. Brennan and I look over my shoulder for my Da; call me Shay. Name is Shamus, but I go by Shay for short.” Shay, Jon’s dad, waved his hand toward the couch indicating he and Jon sit down with him. Kory noted that Shay’s accent wasn’t as pronounced as his children’s seemed to be. Perhaps that came from growing up Irish instead of Italian. Bringing his attention back to Shay, he lowered himself onto the couch next to Jon’s dad. “I hope you like football and good food Kory, ‘cause that is about all you will get out of us today.”

  Kory sat back and watched as Jon and his family went on about the football game, talked about their jobs some and picked on each other occasionally. He remembered he hadn’t eaten when Jon went and grabbed a handful of beers for them all, and was just about to brave the kitchen when Sophia came into the room, a tray full of snacks in her hands. She chastised her children for having their feet on the furniture, bending and setting the tray on the coffee table. Shay reached up and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her down into his lap as soon as her hands were empty.

  It was a move Kory recognized, Jon having pulled the same one on him many times. He watched as Jon’s parents joked with each other, sharing a kiss, before Sophia jumped up and headed back to the kitchen. Jon nudged Kory with his shoulder, and when Kory turned to face him, Jon leaned in and kissed him.

  “Awwwww, you two are so cute!” Rafe said causing Kory to jump away from Jon.

  “Get a room.” It was the first time Sal had spoken and Kory noted that Sal had the richest accent of them all. He was certain that if he asked Sal if he had parked his car, the response would be “Yeah, I pahked the cah.”

  Jon retorted to Sal’s comment in Italian - at least Kory was pretty sure it was Italian and colorful, his thought verified when Sophia shouted at her sons from the kitchen. Rafe chimed in with something that sounded Irish, and probably just as vulgar as what Jon had said, if not more so. That thought was verified, this time by the death stare Rafe got from his father. Kory hadn’t even seen Tristan move until he heard the man speak from behind him, causing Kory to jump ten feet in the air and scream like a girl.

  “The only Italian and Gaelic any of them retained are the curse words; that makes our parents SO proud.” Tristan chuckled. All the Brennan men laughed at Kory’s response, causing Kory to blush furiously.

  “Stop picking on my man!” Jon told them, wrapping his arm around Kory and pulling him close.

  Sophia yelled for someone to come start setting the table and Kory excused himself to go to the bathroom. Jon sent him upstairs - why Kory wasn’t sure, he was certain the large house had a toilet or two on the first floor. As he stood there staring at himself in the mirror, silently willing his nerves to calm, Kory found out exactly why Jon sent him upstairs when the door opened and Jon came in.

  Jon quietly closed the door, moving over to stand behind Kory, wrapping his arms around Kory’s waist, the two of them looking at each other in the mirror. “I think my family really likes you, Kory.”

  “Yeah? Well, they seem
to be treating me like a wife. They do realize I’m a guy, right?!” Kory was frustrated and embarrassed about what just happened downstairs and taking it out on Jon. He regretted the words as soon as he said them, but before he could take them back Jon spun him around to face him.

  Reaching down and grabbing Kory’s cock through his jeans Jon said, “Well if they don’t, I sure as hell do. This right here, this tells me that you are all man Kory White. My man.” Jon kissed him then, before pulling back just slightly, still close enough Kory could feel the words on his lips. “Don’t freak out on me or try to pick a fight with me Kory; it won’t work. Face it, you are part of my family now.” And with those words, Jon dove back into the warmth of Kory’s mouth.

  The kiss got heated quickly before Jon pulled away again. He grinned at Kory, “We need to stop before I strip you and fuck you on my mother’s bathroom floor.” Kory blushed at the statement. “God dammit Kory! You blushing like that gets me hard as a fucking rock; stop it.” Kory was about to protest and push for at least a mutual hand job when a loud bang made them both jump.

  “I’m telling Mama you two are up here deflowering her powder room!” Rafe shouted through the bathroom door, his laughter growing quieter as he made his way down the stairs.

  “He wouldn’t,” Kory said, both of them flinching when they heard Sophia calling for them from somewhere not very far away.

  ***

  Dinner was a comedy of errors, the likes of which Kory had never seen. Sal’s wife had finally joined them after working the early shift at the hospital in the city where she worked as a nurse. And Gran Brennan finally made her appearance. She was a short, stocky woman with a head full of wiry, red curls and those infamous Brennan green eyes. Though Kory didn’t much care for the way she looked at him with those eyes. Jon had already shared with Kory how his Gran took his coming out the hardest. She was old world Irish Jon had said; she didn’t think that a man was complete without a wife, kids and a home. Jon assured Kory she had never been hateful or vindictive about it. “Gran doesn’t understand the fact that I like men, but family is family and she will support me regardless,” Jon had told Kory.

  Conversation flowed effortlessly around the table among the family. Kory was satisfied to sit back and watch, learn, listen to what everyone was saying and doing. That way he could figure out how to navigate these people that could very well be his family someday, God willing. Gran was talking to Jon’s brothers, her Irish accent thick, asking Sal when they were going to give her some great grandbabies, adding that they would have to take up Jon’s slack in that department.

  Jon ignored her and continued talking to his dad about something department related. Jon, Sal and Rafe weren’t the only Brennan men that preferred blue; Shay was the Chief of police down in Manhattan, and Jon had warned Kory that his conversations with his father were often about work. All conversation stopped when Gran had a go at Tristan. “When are ye gonna settle down and take a bride Tristan? Ye never bring any a home, ya never talk about any. Do ya want everyone to be sayin ya are like yer brother there, that ya prefer the men to the women?”

  Shay said something to his mother that sounded like some of the words that were thrown around the living room earlier. Kory was going to have to go online and see if Rosetta Stone offered a CD on learning Gaelic. A glance toward the corner where Tristan sat showed a man that wanted to melt into the wallpaper. So, it would seem that Jon wasn’t the only Brennan brother that preferred men. Kory wondered if anyone in the family knew Tristan was gay, or if Jon’s older brother was closeted. Hell, for that matter, Kory wondered if anyone in the family knew what he did for a living. The way Gran looked at him, the disdain in her stare, he had to wonder if she knew and didn’t approve.

  Kory tried to tune everything and everyone out after that. It was a cacophony of forks sliding along the fine china as the Brennans devoured their turkey and dressing enhanced by Gran’s colorful version of the English language, while Jon and his brothers shared stories from their childhood. Kory could tell which stories were particularly embarrassing as they would be followed up by a round of words Kory couldn’t understand. Shay and Sophia tried to calm their rambunctious children to no avail. Kory could swear that Gran was actually instigating it at times. He tuned back into the conversation just before he was pulled into the frying pan.

  “Yeah, well, at least I didn’t wreck mom’s car!” Jon said sarcastically.

  Sophia gasped and Rafe’s eyes went wide at Jon’s revelation. “Yeah, well, at least my boyfriend is not a gay porn star!” Rafe shouted.

  All conversation ceased; the room went eerily quiet. Kory could feel the heat that started at his forehead and seeped along every pore in his body; he knew he was blushing from head to toe. He dared a glance at Jon and had to do a double take. Jon was smiling mischievously at his little brother.

  “Oh, so you have a boyfriend now Rafe? Do tell. Where did you meet? Will he be over later?” Jon was on a roll. Kory and Tristan both laughed, and were both cut off by Gran, shouting at Jon to spite the fact they were only a few feet apart.

  “Ey! Jesus, Mary and Joseph! I know ya want ta be happy and find a man Jon, but couldn’t ya find yerself one with a few less notches in his belt?” The woman’s face was as red as her hair by now.

  “Mother!” Shay and Sophia both shouted at her at the same time. Rafe chuckled and was rewarded with a smack to the back of his head from Sal.

  Kory was certain by the time dinner was done he would have whiplash; the mood in the room changed so swiftly and without warning at any given time. He was thankful that he was no longer the center of attention. He turned to face Jon, talking softly enough to hopefully not be heard by anyone other than Jon. “Is it always like this?”

  Jon chuckled, “You should see them at funerals - vultures, the lot of them.” Kory stifled a laugh, looking down the table to where Tristan sat. He smiled as he sat there and silently ate his turkey dinner. He looked up and caught Kory’s stare, lifting his beer and tipping it at Kory, before smiling and shoving another forkful of turkey into his mouth.

  ~ Chapter 7 | Recipe for Disaster ~

  “Oh my god, is that a smile?” Jordan smirked at Kory over the rim of his coffee cup.

  “Fuck off, Jordan.” Kory muttered, shoving him out of the way and grabbing a mug out of the cabinet.

  “Play nice, boys!” Andrew shouted from the den.

  “Careful Kory, people might actually start to believe you have a personality.” Jordan continued to poke fun at him.

  “Kiss my ass,” Kory growled, shoving past Jordan as he headed back upstairs with his steaming cup of coffee.

  “At least we’ve moved past fuck off. Dating Jon is working wonders for your vocabulary!” Jordan yelled after him.

  Once he was back in his room, Kory flopped down on the bed and grabbed his cell phone. He had a missed call and a text from Jon, confirming their plans for dinner that night. They hadn’t seen each other in over a week now. Kory had been out at the house for a couple days for a shoot, and before that Jon had been on assignment, assisting Narcotics with a case he inadvertently wound up in the middle of when he pulled over a dealer with a busted tail light.

  Kory sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, remembering the fight they had the night Jon told him about the case. It wasn’t their first disagreement, nor would it be their last, of that Kory was certain. It was the first time they fought over one of their jobs though. It scared Kory sometimes, to think about the danger Jon put himself in on a daily basis in his line of work. Being a cop alone was a dangerous job, but Jon was an NYPD officer. Dealing with criminals in the Tri-state area should require automatic hazard pay.

  What had pissed Kory off on that particular night was Jon laughing at him just before telling Kory he was crazy and he needed to grow a pair. Neither of them were the best at communicating on a good day; add in Jon’s Italian stubborn streak, Irish blood and Kory’s hair-trigger temper and it was a recipe for disaster.

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  “What do you mean you might have to go undercover? Like, pretend to be a dealer or something? Isn’t that dangerous, Jon?” Kory was all but shrieking, his voice raising an octave with each question.

  “It’s my job Kory; it’s what I do. You should have thought about that before you got in bed with a cop; I bleed blue Kory, this is my life.” Jon continued to pack his bag, jerking a couple shirts off the hangers in his closet with enough force to make the hangers spin.

  “Got in bed with? What the fuck is that supposed to mean!? And why are you getting pissed off at me? I am simply showing concern for my boyfriend who has obviously lost his goddamn mind and thinks a “fun time” is going under cover and pretending to be a fucking drug dealer!” When Kory paused long enough to suck in a few deep breaths, Jon attempted to speak, but Kory plowed right on ahead. Jon sighed and ran his fingers through his hair; he wasn’t even going to try to talk over Kory, he would just scream louder.