All Gas, No Brakes
The morning after a major relationship crisis should be heavy, right? Full of meaningful glances and soft-spoken reassurances.
Not at Volkov Auto.
It was business as usual, but only I could tell that Ivan moved through the shop with a new, quiet steadiness. I had seen a different side of the former NHL Enforcer, all inner turmoil and all, crumbling before my eyes into a man finally free to let it all out with me. Now, there seemed to be a clear, calm certainty in his eyes. Whenever our eyes would meet in the garage, there was just a simple, solid understanding, like we didn’t have to worry or wonder what the other was thinking. We’d chosen each other, bared our souls, cried in each other’s arms, and today it was one hell of a feeling. I didn’t feel like a giddy teenager, getting all gushy and horny when we looked at each other. I just felt totally at ease, knowing he felt the same, and we didn’t need to be anything more than just who we were at this very moment.
I slept over last night, like I usually had for the past month, but this time not to fuck our brains out. Okay, sure, I rode him like a wild cowboy on a bucking bronco after our rather emotional outburst. It seemed to be exactly what we needed: a release, a desperate need to fuck, to show him just how much he meant to me. I was the one that climbed on him, grabbing that thick neck and big face and kissing him so intensely that it just happened. Hands tore at our clothes, and I spit on my hand and lubed up that big cock of his so fast to put him inside me, that I ended up grabbing his pecs hard as I hissed out at the sudden invasion when he sunk all the way in.
He was thick, and pulsing, and my eyes never left his. He felt amazing, like this was the first time we had sex, that clinging to each other, that desperation, that NEED to be ONE just overwhelmed us.
“I only want you.” I had whispered out, reminding him just what he meant to me, trying to rid his mind of the nonsense that happened earlier in the shop when my old coach appeared as I stripped off my pants and climbed over his powerful thighs to take him.
Ivan had watched me, his hands gently resting on my legs as I took control. His stare was unbelievable, and it made me moan and lose control. I bent down to kiss him, hearing him whisper out “I only want you too” before I wrapped myself around him, kissing his neck and taking him deep.
Ivan’s hands grabbed my ass and I could tell he was holding back as he helped me ride his cock. The sounds we made, the way I rode him, it was like we both lost control right there on his couch, until we were making out again, lost in each other’s mouths, riding him harder and harder until I felt myself lose control completely. All those hidden feelings after all these years of keeping secrets from people seemed to evaporate and we just showed one another how much we enjoyed sex. How much we enjoyed GAY sex.
When I leaned back and grabbed my cock, Ivan yanked his shirt off and yelled out “DO IT!” so loud it sent a ripple through me that tore me open and I unleashed my load for him in a sudden, shuddering moment, shooting my rope of white cum straight up over his amazing chest and abs better than any fucking porn star.
He watched me intently, staring at me until I was done before he grunted out a long roar and fucked his juice straight up my tight ass as I tried to keep myself under control with the aftershocks of my own orgasm.
I looked at him with a grin, knowing what I wanted to say to him right then and there, knowing exactly how I felt about him, and I wondered for a moment if he was finally feeling it too.
But we just sat there together, me on his lap, catching our breaths, running our hands over each other until he finally softened enough and slid out of me, which made us laugh in embarrassment and awkwardness. I could tell we both felt like we had said something monumental and gotten all the sex stuff out of the way. We had made up over something that never really happened. But we both felt a thousand times more secure.
We ate leftovers and kept the TV off. We talked about the afternoon, and how it all made us both feel, seeing my coach, and I let him get it all out, before I did too. I was the one that got emotional this time, talking about Bill Davis and the way I felt about him, or thought I felt about him, and how different it felt now, with Ivan. I was very close to saying what I wanted to say again, but for some reason didn’t want to say too much at this point. I would know when it felt right.
Then we talked about other stuff too, back to normal things, about a remodeled car coming in next week, and how well his garage was doing, because of me. I paused, just smiling at him, wondering if he was going to say more but he didn’t. He went on to talk about how fun it was to work with me, and how easy it was to just chat and laugh with me. And then he asked me if I was going to stay over, in such a cute way that I just smiled at him and nodded.
We got ready for bed in our now normal routine, and we crawled into bed, together, me curling up beside him, feeling him around me, stripped naked in every sense. And we just laid there, together.
There was no need for consummating anything further last night. We’d had enough of that in the past month and the moment on the couch seemed to seal our commitment. Last night, sleeping together, was deeper, more meaningful for some reason. I wanted him to know it wasn’t just physical: it was more. In a sense, I think he needed to know that from me just as much, that I wasn’t just after the sex with him. I fell asleep with a big smile on my face, knowing that he was choosing me too.
But of course, this morning, before the alarm and facing the new day, we didn’t hold back. There were no words, just the opening of our eyes, and the gentle roll of his body over mine. That morning kiss, all stale and half-asleep, his morning wood pressing against my back. I moved onto my back and he moved over me, still kissing me without any words in the dim morning light outlining every muscle on his body. Just a bit of saliva and a tease with his index finger, and soon he was guiding himself into me, easily.
We moved slowly this time, our eyes wide open watching each other. It was deliberate, careful, sensual, saying everything we didn’t need to say anymore.
I chose him. He chose me.
I loved the feeling of him on me as I was on my back, surrounded by our scents from the sheets. I hooked my feet around his back as he dug further into me, springing a leak in me with just the push of his cock inside me, making me moan and making him grin in satisfaction. I grabbed his shoulder blades and pulled him into a deep kiss as he quickened his pace. I could only imagine the force he used when he slammed hockey players into the boards with the way he was slamming himself into me.
We exploded together, Ivan working his magic again, drilling up into me making my eyes roll back and sending my body into convulsions I couldn’t control. He watched me cum and timed his release to flood my insides with his own seed as I spilled mine between us, without the need to even touch my piece.
And then, he breathed out an “I love you” into my ear and I let a soft cry out of my mouth, tears streaming out of my macho exterior, breaking me on the inside as I confessed my love for him in a bear hug that I couldn’t seem to bring myself to admit last night, but wanted to. I held on to him, promising I wouldn’t let him go. Because right then it felt right. I knew I needed to hear him say it first for some reason. And I was so fucking glad he did.
I loved the big brute. Now he knew it. And I knew he loved me right back.
Those memories were still floating around my thoughts, every time I caught his eyes, but there was no need for us to be gushy. We did that this morning in his bed. We were at work, without a care in the world. Nothing could break us again.
I was just starting to tune a carburetor, enjoying the simple rhythm and the memory of the morning escapade once more, when the bell on the door chimed. Again.
I looked up, my heart for some reason stopping momentarily as if my mind was bracing for the return of the asshole coach to come back for another round of testing Ivan and me. And nearly dropped my screwdriver when I saw who it was this time.
It was Her.
Stacy. Tracy. Whatever the hell her name was. Dressed in head-to-toe pink, clutching a tiny purse, her eyes scanning the garage like a hawk looking for roadkill.
Smitty elbowed Big Ray, who immediately started trying to look busy and invisible at the same time.
“Ivan?” she called out, her voice a high sweet chirp amidst the sounds of the garage.
Ivan emerged from the parts room, an oil filter in his hand. He froze. The look on his face wasn’t anger or fear like yesterday. It was pure confusion, like a bear that had just been asked to solve a quadratic equation.
“Uh,” he said, brilliantly, and I couldn’t help but break out in a grin. This wasn’t a real threat to us like my coach; this was something completely different and I couldn’t help but think how much fun this was going to be.
“We need to talk,” she announced, striding toward him. “I’ve done a lot of thinking. I think we made a mistake.”
Ivan just blinked. “A mistake?”
“Yes! A mistake! We had something real, Ivan. I miss you.” She placed a hand on his arm. He looked down at it like it was a radioactive spider.
Smitty was openly grinning now, wider than mine, the toothpick in his mouth twitching, watching the scene begin as if it was better than cable.
Ivan carefully extracted his arm. “Look, Tracy—”
“Stacy!” she corrected, pouting, giving him a look of feigned annoyance and putting her hand back on his bicep.
“That’s what I said! Stacy!” His big hand took her smaller one off his bicep holding the oil filter and put his chin down to his chest to look at her. “Look, we went on three dates. We didn’t… it wasn’t…” He was floundering, his ears turning a brilliant shade of red. I thought I saw him crack last night. But this…this was utterly heartwarming to see him like this: a giant physical goon caught by a big-boobed flake of a woman. He shot a panicked glance in my direction, seeking some sort of assistance. I gave him a slow, wide smile and a thumbs-up and went to stand beside Smitty, eagerly watching the scene right along with him. Ivan looked like he wanted to murder me as us vultures circled.
“But we were good together!” she insisted, undeterred, putting her hands on his big pecs and moving up close to him. My smile faltered for a minute, feeling a strange pang of jealousy. “I’m lonely, Ivan. And I can see us, together. I want you, with a big house. And kids.” She waited, and then leaned in, lowering her voice to a dramatic whisper that everyone could still hear. “Kids Ivan. I’m off the pill, you know…and, well…I’m late.” Her big eyes looked up at him with a direct hint and waited.
Ivan looked like he’d just been told his transmission was full of yogurt. He took a full step back, holding the oil filter between them like a shield. “No. That’s…” his face made a series of contortions until he put his hands on his hips and glared at her. “No! That’s not possible!”
It was like a courtroom drama. I swear there was a gasp. Not sure if it was from Smitty or me.
Her shoulders slumped. The dramatic performance faded, replaced by a look of sheer disappointment. “Yeah, I know. It’s not yours but I figured you’d be the kind of guy to do the right thing. I got myself into a bit of trouble.” She sighed, looking him up and down one last time. “Whaddya say? You wanna give it another shot with me?”
Ivan frowned at her. “No thanks,” he frowned, then added for good measure, “Stacy.”
She simply shrugged. “Oh well. A girl can dream. Thought I’d give it a shot, since you’re one hot man and a hell of a catch, Ivan. Even if you are… you know.” She waved a hand vaguely in his direction.
“Into someone else?” I offered helpfully from my spot beside Smitty, unable to resist.
She pointed at me. “Maybe! That.” She gave Ivan a sudden curious look, then slapped his chest. “Are you baby? Into someone else? I can’t believe you cheated on me!” Then she turned on her heel in a sudden huff and marched out, the little bell on the door jingling merrily behind her.
The garage was silent for a full five seconds before Smitty burst out laughing, a loud, wheezing sound. Big Ray just shook his head, muttering, “What a piece of work.” Big Ray turned to Smitty and joined in the laughter. “Women, am I right?”
“I know right?” I offered, joining in on the laughter, cracking up and slapping my own knee at the scene that just unfolded, slapping an arm around Smitty. “Women.”
Ivan stood there, still holding the oil filter, looking utterly traumatized, unsure if he wanted to punch me or kiss me.
I flicked a hand to Smitty’s chest, still in jest and kept going, peering over at Ivan. “So am I right Boss? You into someone else?”
Ivan’s eyes darted around the three of us standing there. For a moment, I thought he was going to explode, but then the slightest upward turn of his lips told me enough. “I am actually.”
“You fuckin’ DOG!” Smitty exploded beside me. “You’ve been keeping that under wraps!”
Ivan scrunched his face up, avoiding my gaze on purpose as the two moved towards him. “You haven’t said a word!” Big Ray yelled at him, punching his right shoulder.
“It’s none of your fuckin’ business if I’m in love with someone.” Ivan mumbled, turning back into the gruff goon I remembered from my early days. It left me standing there motionless, taking him in, knowing he was talking about me.
“Love?!” Smitty gaffawed. “Jee-SUS Boss!! Don’t get all mushy on us! Who said anything about LOVE!?! But do tell…who’s the lucky girl?!”
Ivan’s eyes flicked over to mine briefly and he just turned his back on the two brutes. “Get back to work, slackers.”
“Oh, come on Volkov, who’s the lucky chick you’re bangin’?” Big Ray asked as he followed the broad back of Ivan with his oil filter shuffling back towards the parts room.
“I said drop it!” Ivan barked back over his shoulder, causing Big Ray to stop in his tracks and hold up his hands in mock surrender before going back up to Smitty in a conspiratorial huddle, laughing loudly, ignoring the look on my face as I realized how embarrassed Ivan got when they mentioned “lucky girl.” I thought for a split second he was going to come clean and come out, professing his love for me. But this was no soap opera. But a guy could hope, right?
I moved quietly towards the parts room, where I found him huddled over a different oil filter, his back to the door.
“You told me you never slept with her,” I said, my voice low, causing him to spin around quickly, relieved to see it was just me.
“I didn’t!” he hissed suddenly, his eyes wide, remembering the embarrassing exchange. “I swear. I told you I fucked that jock in the stall just before our date. So I didn’t even want to…you know… I never ever… we just… had diner food.” He kept his voice low in a desperate whisper, feeling the need to over explain himself to me.
I couldn’t help it. I started laughing. “Well, I know how much stamina you have there, big guy. Four times in one night! I mean you could have easily fucked that jock, then given her another round or two. I mean, she was ready to pass off that potential baby as your own, man. She went is off the pill you know?!”
He shuddered. Then, a slow, sly smile spread across his face. He leaned in close, his voice a low, intimate rumble meant only for me.
“Well,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear enough to make me shiver as my eyes searched for Big Ray and Smitty to make sure they couldn’t see or hear. “If you’re curious how that whole process works… I could show you later and see if I can get you pregnant.”
My laugh caught in my throat, replaced by a surge of pure, hot affection. I bumped my shoulder against his. “Looking forward to the lesson then, boss.”
He winked. An actual, honest-to-god wink that I suddenly found way more heart stopping than any other wink I had ever received from Coach Davis. Then he moved past me and out the door and returned to the car he was working on, his beefy ass wiggling tantalizingly for me to stare at. He even looked back over his shoulder to see if I was watching his ass and when he caught me, he gave me another big smile across those luscious lips of his. The giant was learning how to play. And I was the luckiest man alive. Especially when he caught me staring and mouthed the words I love you so freely it made me shudder and smile.
So, when he closed up the shop, and I went to my own truck, expecting to wait the expected 10 minutes to give him the head start, another thought went through my brain and I thought, I’ll show him.
I didn’t wait ten minutes. I got in my truck and sped to his house, racing him there without him even knowing it.
I parked in the driveway, and gave a shit eating grin as I walked around my own truck to see his pulling in slowly behind it, his confused look apparent in the windshield.
I didn’t wait, just walked right up to the driver door and opened it as he turned the truck off.
“You beat me!” He grinned, then went to move but I just climbed right on in, over him, closing the door behind him, straddling his waist, feeling the bump of the steering wheel into my back as the interior light remained on.
“I thought you were going to show me how you get someone pregnant.” I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back into the seat of his truck as he held the keys in one hand and steadied me on him with the other.
“That’s the plan.” He mumbled, moving that free hand to my ass.
“Well, getting fucked in trucks worked for a few girls in my high school.” I teased, and when the light went out, I kissed him, hard.
He went to say something, but my fumbling hands at his pants startled him even more.
“Troy!” He stopped kissing me, but he was smiling, and then moaned as his hand dug into the front of my pants and found my rod.
“Come on big guy. Fuck me right here, right now, in your truck, in the driveway of your house. I am after all the someone you’re in love with, right? So…get me fuckin’ pregnant, you catch you!” I couldn’t help but laugh at the use of Stacy’s words as I moved myself up and shoved my own pants down, and then pressed my body against his as he took the lead and slapped the back of my ass with his fully erect cock.
I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. He’s such a horn dog.
“Yeah? You want it that bad do you QB? You like riding my cock like this don’t you?” He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in closer, spitting into his hand and working it around his shaft behind me as I pushed my pants down my thighs, stretching them out as I tried to straddle him and feel that head find its new home.
“I do. And since I saw that look on your face with Stacy, and you saying you were in love with some else, I couldn’t wait to ride you again.”
“You’re gonna get it now you horny little fucker!” He slapped his cock against me again and then moved me up, over his dick, and grabbed my hips.
With a loud gasp I sunk down on him, feeling the pressure of his thick dick splitting me open too fast too quickly. I clutched his shoulders and found his mouth as I grunted the pain away as he pushed upwards.
But neither of us stopped, or worried about anything. Just the movements of our bodies in a frantic, furious, hard fuck, letting out that naughty side of us once again.
“We could be doing this inside you know!” He panted, as I rode him hard, one hand now pressed against the ceiling of his truck as I worked my ass on his cock.
“Oh we will big guy! And just wait till I do get you inside!” I moaned, before he grunted louder, and gripped the sides of my body.
“Oh yeah? Want my first load right now babe?” He moaned out and leaned into me, biting my pec, and suddenly wrapping both arms around me like he did last week during our lunch time romp.
I was already shuddering at him calling me ‘babe’ when he let loose a loud unabashed roar and squeezed me tight, burying his face into me as he shot his load in me, without resisting, without hesitation, and rode out the orgasm gripping me tightly until he was done.
He was puffing, his eyes almost glossy as I looked down at him. I extricated him carefully, feeling his own sperm leaking out of me as I rolled sideways, off him to the passenger side. His cock was still hard, glistening with remnants of his own cum as I hiked up my pants and underwear with my feet on the dash.
“You know what big man? I think you just might be gay after all!” I laughed and pushed open the passenger side door before he even had his dick tucked away.
I made it to the front door before he stumbled out, his pants undone, holding them up with one hand.
“Oh I’m going to fuckin’ show you just how gay I am!” He growled at me as I quickly opened the front door.
“You gotta catch me first!” And I ran inside the house.
I heard him behind me hollering out, “You’re gonna get fucking SACKED QB!”
And for the first time I thought getting sacked wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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