All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 1

by T. M. Smith

  Jon stood and held Kory up until he felt all the tension and anger float away, Kory all but going limp in his arms. He lifted Kory’s chin with two fingers and smiled at him as he leaned in and kissed him. It was chaste, but erotic and promising. The softness of the kiss conveying the feelings Jon felt for Kory right down to his core. They held on to each other tight, until the sound of the door opening shattered the blissful peace Jon had wrapped them in.

  “Sorry to interrupt guys, Victor wants your keys Jon. He says we are all here for the night, no arguments.” Jordan held his hand out. Jon dug his keys out and dropped them in his hand. “Kassie and I are in Mattie’s office, Victor said to tell you two that you are in the boat house.”

  Jon just nodded and Jordan headed back inside. “Wait!” Jon called out. “Where is Tristan?”

  “He passed out on the couch twenty minutes ago. I threw a blanket over him, no worries. See you tomorrow,” Jordan said before closing the door, leaving Jon and Kory alone once again.

  Jon already knew where the pool house was, so he led Kory that way. Once inside, he helped his damn near comatose boyfriend strip down to his boxers and climb under the sheets. Jon lay awake for a long while, first just watching Kory sleep, then reading a book on his phone with his kindle app. The evening’s events had left Kory raw and vulnerable, but Jon was wired for sound. Eventually, he sat his phone on the bedside table and clicked the light off, shrouding the room in darkness. As soon as Jon turned onto his side and pulled Kory’s body close, Kory sighed and sank into him, recognizing where he belonged even in his sleep.

  ***

  Mattie and Andrew were up early the next morning to run to the local café and grab donuts, croissants and kolaches for everyone for breakfast. They hadn’t been back at the house long and had set everything out on the table along with a couple carafes of steaming, strong coffee when Tristan stumbled into the kitchen. Looking like he had been rode hard and put up wet, he quickly filled a cup and collapsed onto one of the bar stools, mumbling a quick thank you and good morning to Mattie as he fluttered around the kitchen.

  No one was in any condition to drive the night before, so Victor took the keys from Jon and Jordan and took them to bed with him, setting everyone up with a bed or couch for the night. Andrew was elated to have a house full of people. So much so, he barely slept a wink and was up with the chickens to head to the café. Nothing made Andrew happier than having every room in their big house occupied.

  “How’d you sleep?” Andrew asked Tristan as he passed him a chocolate croissant.

  “Like the dead. What the hell is this?”

  Andrew chuckled. “A chocolate croissant from the café here in town; they are Mattie’s favorite. We have some donuts and kolaches as well, if that is too sweet for your palate.”

  Tristan raised one eyebrow and slowly pushed the plate that held the sugary sweet confection back toward Andrew. “Got any fruit and yogurt, or a protein bar?”

  “Of course we do. We are surrounded by young gay men on a daily basis. We could run our own health food store on the side.” Andrew told him, heading into the large pantry then re-appearing with a couple different protein bars for Tristan to choose from.

  “That was pretty intense last night,” Andrew spoke just before raising his cup and taking a sip.

  “Indeed.” Tristan gave his brief response.

  “Do you think Kassie’s parents were telling the truth? They never knew about a brother?” Andrew asked him.

  “I honestly don’t know. It’s hard to get a read on someone over the phone. If they were in the same room with me I could tell you quickly whether or not they were hiding something. Her mom seemed sincerely shaken though,” Tristan shrugged. “I guess we will find out for sure when they show Kassie the adoption papers.”

  Kassie had called her parents when the question was raised - why had they told Kassie she had no surviving family? And why was her name changed from Kassandra with a K, to Cassandra with a C? Her mother broke down in tears, promising Kassie that they were told there were no surviving family members, that the adoption would be free and clear. As for the change in spelling, when the social worker brought the new birth certificate to them, the paperwork reflected the different spelling. And when questioned, the social worker said it didn’t matter and frankly, might be for the best considering the circumstances. Kassie’s adoptive parents saw no reason to worry, and actually agreed the new name to go with the new life they were giving Kassie fit well.

  “That wasn’t their choice to make!” Kory growled when Kassie hung up the phone. His anger only angered Kassie again, so Jordan and Jon decided it was time to call it a night, pick the conversation back up in the morning, after a good night of sleep.

  “I don’t think it really matters at the end of the day though, unless they are lying about the papers. I think what is important is that Kassie and Kory have found their way back to each other.” Tristan’s opinion spoke volumes, and Andrew agreed with him.

  Tristan jumped and choked on the swig of coffee he had just sipped when Jon clapped him on the back. Tristan wiped his mouth on his sleeve, turning to glare at his brother. Jon laughed, holding his hands up. “Sorry. You look like shit by the way.”

  “Gee, thanks, you are so charming.” Tristan growled at his brother. “Where’s Kory?”

  “Still sleeping, I just came to grab us some coffee before I wake him up.” Jon moved around the kitchen like he had lived there for years, going straight to the cabinet that held the travel mugs. He pulled out a big one and filled it, then grabbed a couple cups and some donuts before heading back to the pool house.

  “Shall we save you two a seat at breakfast?” Andrew asked.

  “More like lunch, possibly dinner, depends on his mood when I wake him up.” Jon called out before the door slammed shut behind him.

  Andrew and Tristan laughed, shaking their heads. “Dinner it is then.”

  ~ Chapter 16 | Tell Me ~

  Kory floated toward consciousness, his eyes still heavy with sleep. He slowly blinked them open, smiling when he felt Jon’s lips on the back of his neck. “Good morning, beautiful.” Jon whispered, kissing his way over to Kory’s shoulder before gently biting down. “I went up to the house for coffee and donuts.”

  As much as Jon wanted to stay wrapped around Kory, he got up and grabbed the tray that held the coffee and donuts. Kory was sitting up and leaning back against the head board, rubbing his eyes when Jon made it back to the bed. They sat and ate, drank coffee and talked about nothing in particular, both of them deliberately skirting the obvious topic of conversation. Not wanting to allow the little bubble they were in right then to be burst by anger or any other valid emotions.

  “Should we get dressed and head up to the house?” Kory asked.

  Jon shook his head. “Nope, I told Andrew and Tris not to expect us until at least lunch.”

  Kory laughed then. “Great, you do realize, they think we are down here fucking like bunnies, right?”

  “Probably,” Jon said, leaning into Kory’s space, their faces just inches apart. “About that, we wouldn’t want to disappoint now then, would we?” Jon’s grin was lascivious and enticing, his tongue darting out to lick away a smudge of chocolate from the corner of Kory’s mouth.

  Kory raised one hand, running his fingers through Jon’s hair that was a mess from sleeping. With his fingers, Kory traced Jon’s features… his eyes, his lips, his jaw line. Jon sat and watched Kory, his heart pounding in his chest. Kory’s touch was tender and gentle, but it was the love Jon saw in those pools of amber when Kory met his gaze that set him on fire. “I love you Jon. I know I’m no prize. I’m neurotic, temperamental and moody, and that is on a good day.” Jon snorted.

  “But through it all, through the beginning when I ignored you, then early on when I deliberately picked fights with you. Learning to navigate your psychotic family, moving past the shooting and the aftermath of that, even now with everything we learned last night, my marvelous meltdown.
Through everything, you stay. I damn well don’t deserve you Jon Brennan but fuck it all if I care. I love you so much that it scares me, but you know what I realize now?”

  Jon reached up and took Kory’s hand in his, turning Kory’s hand over as he tilted his head to the side to kiss his palm. He smiled at Kory, his all-knowing and completely understanding green gaze ruining Kory for any other man. “Tell me,” Jon whispered.

  “As much as loving you scares me, not loving you fucking terrifies me. I realize now that I wasn’t really living until you, and now, I can’t live without you Jon Brennan.”

  Jon moved fast, pinning Kory to the headboard and kissing him thoroughly. The kiss was hot and electric, all teeth and tongues. Kory spread his legs wide, Jon quickly moving into the open space as Kory wrapped his legs around Jon’s waist. The clatter of the coffee cups falling over on the tray next to them pulled Jon out of his lust induced haze. He sat back on his knees, grabbing the tray and setting it on the floor next to the bed. When he sat back up and turned, intending to climb right back between Kory’s spread legs, the sight of Kory leaning up so he could strip his boxers off caught Jon completely off guard.

  “Slowly,” Jon ordered; his voice deep, husky, full of need.

  Kory froze, looking over and raising one eyebrow.

  “You heard me.” Jon quickly slid his own boxers off he tossed them over his shoulder.

  One corner of Kory’s mouth lifted, matching that raised eyebrow, and he made a show out of slowly sliding his boxers down his legs. Lifting one, then the other, sliding them off and swinging them in the air a couple times before letting them fly off his fingers, shooting across the room. He leaned back against the headboard and spread his legs a bit, showing Jon just how much he wanted him. His hard cock stood upright; the perfectly shaped mushroom head was a deep shade of red, a bead of come glistening from the tip.

  Kory reached for his cock, only to have his hand slapped away. “That’s mine.” Jon growled, lowering his head and tasting Kory with his tongue before circling the head. Kory groaned, melting into the headboard, then cried out when Jon took him deep into the warm, wet depth of his mouth. Jon sucked, licked and nipped Kory’s dick, bringing him to the edge, and then letting Kory’s cock fall from his lips with an audible pop.

  Kory opened his mouth to protest, shrieking instead when Jon grabbed his legs and dragged his body further down on the bed. He covered Kory’s body with his own, rubbing their stiff cocks together. Jon kissed him before pulling back and gifting Kory with a wicked grin.

  “Oh no, what are you…” Kory was cut off when Jon leaned back and grabbed him by the waist and flipped him over. Jon then grabbed Kory by the hips and jerked him up to his hands and knees. “Jon, what the, oh fuck!” Kory cried out when Jon ran his tongue from his balls up the length of his crease.

  Jon laughed, the sound resonating throughout the room. It was heady and evil almost. “I believe I told you I was going to tie you to the bed and fuck you blind,” Jon said before circling Kory’s hole with the tip of his tongue. He curled his tongue and forced it into Kory’s body, licking his rim from the inside. Kory cursed and rutted back, wiggling his hips, begging for more. “While I don’t have anything to tie you up with, I can still do my damned best to fuck you until you can’t see straight, at the very least.”

  Jon licked and sucked on the sensitive flesh, penetrating Kory with his tongue again and again, then pulling out and gently nipping at the puckered skin around his entrance. Kory came unglued underneath him. Jon damn near came more than once, just listening to the sounds Kory was making; moaning, groaning and begging Jon for more. “Goddammit Jon! Please, will you fuck me already?!” The frustration was evident in Kory’s tone.

  Jon jerked the bedside table drawer open, knowing he’d find supplies in there. This was the home of three gay men that ran a fucking online porn studio for Christ’s sake. Jon almost cried when he found lube, but no condoms. “Shit!”

  “What? No! No shit, what’s wrong Jon?!” Kory turned to face him.

  “No condoms Babe,” Jon ran his fingers through his hair. His dick was hard enough to cut glass, if he didn’t get inside Kory and like yesterday, he was going to lose his fucking mind.

  Kory shrugged his shoulders. “So, I’m clean, you’re clean, we are committed to each other, and I’m done shooting porn. So, we don’t need condoms anymore.”

  Jon froze. “Really? Are you sure?”

  Kory twisted and turned until he was on his knees facing Jon. He cupped Jon’s face and leaned into him, kissing him slowly and tenderly. “I love you Jon and I trust you, with my life if necessary.”

  Jon pulled Kory close, running his hands up and down Kory’s back. “Kory, Babe, I love you too.”

  Kory climbed onto Jon’s lap, wrapping his arms and legs around him, tilting his head and locking lips with his lover. Jon fumbled around, trying to find the lube. When he did he flipped the lid and managed to squeeze some onto his fingers with just one hand. Wrapping his arms around Kory, he ran his lube soaked fingers up and down the valley between Kory’s ass cheeks. Kory pulled back, gasping when Jon inserted one then two fingers.

  “Oh yeah, more,” Kory begged, riding the digits Jon was pushing in, then pulling out of his body.

  Satisfied he had Kory prepped enough, Jon held Kory by his arms and let him slowly fall back onto the bed. He used the lube that was left on his fingers to coat his cock as he lined himself up at Kory’s entrance. Jon paused; looking down into Kory’s eyes, just to be sure this was what he wanted. Kory smiled up at him, holding onto Jon’s shoulders. He let his legs fall open and raised his ass up off the bed just slightly, completely exposing himself to the man he loved.

  Kory was so relaxed and ready that Jon slid into him with one, long, slow thrust. They groaned in unison, Kory digging his fingers into Jon’s shoulders at the same time that Jon dug his fingers into Kory’s hips. They would both be sore and bruised afterward, but who the fuck cared? Jon paused, giving Kory’s body a moment to accept the stretch from his thick cock. When Kory whimpered, Jon lifted his head, concerned he may have hurt him. “Kory?”

  Kory grabbed for him, unable to get a good grip on Jon’s sweat soaked skin, Kory finally wrapped his arms around Jon and held him close. “No, no, I’m okay, I just… I’ve never had unprotected sex Jon, and this, well, this feels fucking amazing. I can feel you inside me like I’ve never felt before. It’s almost overwhelming.”

  “I know Babe, it’s intense, I can feel it too. But right now, I need to move, so, hold on.” Jon pulled almost all the way out of the warmth of Kory’s body, only the tip of his dick holding Kory open for him, before slamming all the way back in.

  “OH!” Kory shouted, letting go of Jon and reaching back, gripping the headboard with his hands to stop from being fucked through the wall.

  Jon fucked him fast and hard until he felt his balls grew heavy with need, then he slowed down and made love to Kory with sure, gentle strokes that grazed Kory’s prostate with every pass. He lifted Kory’s hips up to go deeper, all the while holding on to Kory, touching him, kissing him, setting Kory’s soul on fire.

  “Jesus Kory, you feel so fucking good, I could just stay right here inside you forever.”

  “Oh god Jon, harder, fuck me harder!” Kory cried out. “Let me come first, and then you can fuck me again, and again, and, OH!”

  Jon sat back on his knees, grabbing Kory’s legs and pushing his thighs down flush with his body. Kory braced himself, planting his feet on Jon’s chest, the position opening Kory’s body up wider than ever before. When Jon drove his cock hard and deep, Kory shouted his name, fisting his hands in the sheet that was tangled beneath his body. This time though, Jon didn’t stop. The new position had Jon going from close to right fucking there in an instant, and Kory wasn’t far behind. Jon held him down, snapping his hips, fucking Kory into a frenzied state of incoherent words and noises.

  They were both soaked with sweat; it was dripping off the ends of Jon’s
hair, falling onto Kory’s equally sweat soaked chest and into Jon’s eyes. He blinked through the haze, pistoning into Kory like a jackhammer. He could feel Kory’s body growing rigid beneath him, his channel beginning to pulse and tighten around his length.

  “Oh my god, Jon, don’t stop, for the love of god, don’t stop! I’m coming, fuuuuuuuuuuck!!” Kory’s body was spasming and jerking underneath him as his angry, red cock shot line after line of milky white come all over both of them, one stream hitting Jon in the forehead.

  Jon was on the cusp, he just needed one little push over the edge. He lifted Kory’s legs, folding his lover in half and drove all the way in one last time before falling onto Kory’s body as he emptied his seed deep inside him. They lay in a tangle of sheets and limbs, their bodies slick with sweat, sticky with come, neither making any effort to separate, much less move. Eventually though, Kory shoved at Jon’s shoulder. “Can’t breathe.” He managed to say.