The Decoy
Saturday.
The shop was the same, but today it felt totally different. There was still the smell of grease, the roar of the impact guns, the stupid jokes and laughter from the others, but something had shifted.
We were the first ones there thank God. No Smitty or Big Ray yet. I opened the garage, taking in the sight of Troy at my side like he really truly belonged there with me. Opening up. Turning off the alarm. Getting ready for the day.
It felt natural.
The kid came to pick up the Mustang at exactly 10am, just after the other guys had arrived, overly thankful for the rush job and the fear of his father’s wrath. Didn’t flinch at what I charged him for the quick job and the late night. Although I did think of letting him have a refund at the bonus of having Troy stay with me in the end. But I’m not that stupid.
As the day progressed, I moved through the bays with a focus that felt more relaxed. My shoulder didn’t even ache. I caught myself humming along to the classic rock station, low under my breath. I never hum.
“You’re in a good mood, boss,” Big Ray boomed, wiping his hands on a rag. “Win the lottery or something?”
I just grunted, but I didn’t scowl. I felt a smile trying to break through as I contemplated the idea of what lottery I thought I really won, but I kept it down.
Smitty was more observant and more pressing. He sidled up next to me while I was checking an invoice, his voice a low mutter. “You’re practically whistling, Volkov. What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing,” I said, my voice even. But I could already feel I WAS different. The lightness and happiness I felt was something they could see on me.
And he could see it, too. Troy.
He was working on an oil change, but every time I glanced his way, he was already looking. And he was smiling a lot more. Not his usual, easy-going, charming smile. This was different. Softer. Private. It was a smile just for me, full of a shared, giddy, goofy little secret we seemed to have between us. A secret that I could now share with someone else. Finally.
Every time our eyes met, a jolt of pure joy seemed to surge through us, right there in the middle of the loud, grimy shop. I pictured him standing shirtless in my house. I imagined slowly taking his socks off his perfect feet. I could see him swallowing the length of my cock in the shower. And the look on his face when I entered him, bare, raw. I felt the way his body tensed as he shot his load all over his beautiful body. And I couldn’t stop fucking smiling.
The day flew by. The work was easy. The customers weren’t annoying. The world was somehow cooperating.
As we were winding down, wiping down the tools, I saw my moment. Troy was putting away a set of socket wrenches. I walked over, pretending to check the torque wrench display.
He didn’t look up, but I saw the corner of his mouth twitch. He knew.
I kept my voice low, for his ears only. “So. You’re still… coming over?”
He slid the last socket into its place and turned, his blue eyes bright with a happiness that made my breath catch. “Wouldn’t miss it,” he said, his voice just as quiet.
That was it. The deal was sealed. A simple confirmation, and it sent a wave of pure excitement through me.
I drove home alone in my truck like I always did. The same route I’d driven a thousand times. But it was different now. I wasn’t going home to an empty house. I wasn’t going home to silence and my own thoughts. I was going home to be with him.
I glanced in my rearview mirror. His truck wasn't there yet. He was giving us our ten minute buffer, being smart. But I knew he was coming. I had no doubt after the way he looked at me. He was on his way.
For the first time in my life I was pulling into my driveway, and someone was coming to be with me.
I killed the engine and sat for a second in the sudden quiet, a slow, wide, uncontrollable grin spreading across my face.
I knew exactly what we were going to do. And I couldn’t fucking wait.
Like a burst of adrenaline hit me I moved so fast into my house, dropping keys on the table beside the front door, kicking my boots off and sliding along the hardwood floor in my grey wool socks towards the bathroom, peeling off my shirt as I moved.
The shower wasn’t even hot yet when I stepped in, grabbing the bottle of shampoo as I ducked under the spray.
He was going to be here in ten minutes. This was going to be the fastest shower of my life. I was already hard, and I resisted the temptation to jerk it. I didn’t need to do that anymore. He was coming over.
I flicked the water off and grabbed the towel to dry off as fast as I could. I practically ran naked, having only tussled my hair to a damp mess to grab the first things I could find in my room: a pair of sweat pants that I stepped into fast without any underwear and the first tee in my dresser drawer which was a grey one. By the time I realized I needed underwear to conceal my chubby cock dangling loose in my sweats, I heard his truck in my driveway.
“Too late.” I mumbled and went running to the door.
Like a goofy teen, I flung open the door to greet him, realizing he had just pulled in and hadn’t even gotten out of the truck yet.
I didn't wave or call out. Just stood there trying to calm my breath as I watched him get out of the truck. He was gorgeous, even after a long day of work with me. From a distance, I could see why so many fans called him the hottest quarterback ever. I understood the desire to just look at him and lust.
As he got closer, my smile disappeared and I could feel my dick hardening at the thought that he was now mine. All mine. And I couldn’t wait to kiss him. And taste him. And fuck him.
He stopped at the bottom of the porch steps, and looked up at me with those fucking blue eyes. "Hey there big guy," He sounded almost as breathless as I felt.
I didn’t grab him like I wanted to, just simply said "Get in here," in what came out as a rather sexy demand.
He practically ran up my stairs as I stepped back to allow him in, and the moment he was I grabbed his neck and pulled him to me as I shut the front door.
I kissed him like I couldn’t wait any longer. He moved into me, grabbing my shirt as our bodies collided. This felt so good. Too good.
I stopped and put my forehead on his to steady myself. I wanted him. But I had to slow down. Or did I?
"Missed you," I managed to get out to try to calm my hardness I was trying to keep off him.
I could feel him smiling as I looked down at him. "It's only been ten minutes, you big liar."
I lifted my head from his and looked him dead in the eyes. "Felt longer."
And the way he looked at me caused me to kiss him again.
And then I was pushing him backwards, up against the door.
When his hand went into my sweats and grabbed my cock I let out a long moan as we kissed furiously.
“I need to fuck you. Now.”
I didn’t wait for him to respond, just spun him around and pinned him to my front door.
“Jesus Volkov, you big horny bossman!” He moaned as I fumbled with his pants. I knew he was joking because he was fumbling with his own zipper just under my fingers.
“You have no idea Jenkins.” I kissed his neck as we freed his ass, and I shoved his pants down over that hard muscled ass and spit hastily into my own hand. I had to be inside him. I NEEDED to be inside him.
And from the sounds he was making and the way he was pushing backwards, he felt exactly the same.
He was slick with sweat from the day and he felt so good once again. Hard to believe it had only been since this morning that I had been inside this man, but I couldn’t help myself.
I rammed myself in, grabbing that tight waist and hearing the grunt from him just turned me on more.
“Fuuuuuuucccckkkkk Ivan….” He moaned, turning that handsome face sideways as an invitation to kiss him again. I did, shutting him up, and pushing myself in further.
I wasn’t going to last long. Not this round. But I knew we had all night.
I pounded him hard against my door, making it sound like someone was knocking to come in on the other side. His one hand was grabbing my exposed thigh as his other was plastered out on the door. I saw it and grabbed it, our fingers linking perfectly as I drilled his ass.
I was out for pleasure. Mine. But I loved the look on his face. He was enjoying it just as much.
I felt it rising, and I breathlessly told him I was going to plant this first load deep in his guts, but the second one was going to take a lot longer.
He grinned at me, begging me to do it. Begging me to breed him. And with a grunt, I did, right there at my front door, as he spasmed out his own load without touching his cock.
I literally fucked the cum right out of him once again. Right at my front door.
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