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Mechanix
I had this very cool 1971
White Dodge Challenger, which was modeled after it’s movie likeness,
from the big screen version of “Vanishing Point.” I used to take it to
a lot of local car shows, and cruises, where it would get a ton of
positive feedback, from fans and car enthusiasts. Although it looked
beautiful, the power train and suspension, were very old. The engine was
also not very fuel efficient, and with gas prices skyrocketing, it did not
make it cost effective to do long trips and cruises.
With that in mind, I
started talking to some of the people I met, at cars shows to find out if
they had done anything to help the old classics save on gas. About the
best advice, I got one day, was from this older Dodge enthusiast. He told
me to check out what the younger guys were doing, these days, with the
modern Hemi engine swaps.
I checked out one
particular group of younger Mopar guys, a few months ago, down at a Dayton
Ohio meet. Some of the technology they were using to hop up the newer
Hemis, was amazing. I didn’t get a chance to talk long, but swapped a
few email addresses, and went home with a lot of great ideas.
That Sunday night, I
received an email, from a fellow named Terry. He asked me what I was
planning. I told him that I was curious about installing a more modern
Hemi, and updated suspension into the old ’71 Challenger. He seemed very
enthusiastic, and asked if he could come over and help me on week nights.
I was humbled, and grateful for the offer of help, and agreed to start
Tuesday. That would give me a chance to clean out the garage Monday night.
Tuesday evening rolled
around, and Terry stopped by my place at 6:30pm. He was a handsome young
man, with slightly moppy blonde hair, and a fairly athletic build. After a
meet and greet with the wife, I could tell that he was a little bit shy.
We made our way to the big old garage out back of our lot, where I already
had the Challenger up on jack stands.
Terry looked at the car and smiled. He paced around it surveying
the iconic Dodge muscle car. He looked under the hood, in the trunk, under
the car, every single spot.
While he was doing that,
I went over to my coveralls, and started to get changed. It was a damn hot
summer evening, so before putting my coveralls on, I shucked off my shirt,
shoes and jeans. It was completely natural, for me, as I always was in the
garage alone. I didn`t consider Terry`s presence at all.
I was just slipping the low vee opening of the coveralls, over the
front of my briefs, when I noticed Terry staring at me. “Sorry Terry”
I apologized, smiling. “I am used to working alone, and it’s a damn
hot night!”
Terry smiled nervously. I
could not help but notice his eyes on my groin area. “no… no, it’s
no problem,” he stammered. “But man, you mmm must work out, you have a
great, body, I mean good body, nice, I mean!” he turned away slightly,
while still looking at me.
“Hey yeah, I workout
twice a week.” I replied. I did admire the work, I had accomplished on
my own body, and loved to show off at the beach in the summer. I
deliberately left the top five or six buttons undone, so the vee in the
coveralls opened up well through the middle of my chest. I was proud of my
body for a guy in his fifties, I looked pretty damn good, I thought.
“Well, we should get
started on the engine, dontchya think, Terry?” I asked cheerfully.
He seemed to snap out of
a trance, and remember the job at hand. “Yeah, sure!” He answered
enthusiastically.
I
explained to Terry that I never had a son, and being in such a rural area,
there was not much chance of meeting my friends, during the week. I was
happy for the help, as well as the social interaction.
We were busy, unplugging
wires and removing parts from the engine bay. We chatted, while we worked
under the hood. It turned out, Terry was from a single parent family, and
his dad hadn’t been with them, since he was very small. We seemed to hit
it off well. I did notice that he often was looking at my chest, instead
of my eyes, but I just dismissed that behaviour, to
him being a shy kid.
We were just getting
ready to start disconnecting hoses, and draining fluids, when I noticed
Terry was getting his shirt greasy. “Hey Terry, why don’t you grab
that spare set of coveralls, over there, so you don’t get your clothes
dirty?”
“Yeah, probably a good
idea, otherwise my mom will be mad.” He replied.
He took his shoes off,
and was about to step into the coveralls, when I noticed him perspiring.
“You’re going to be hot…!” I said, motioning towards my jeans, and
shirt, which were hanging on the nail beside him. He blushed. “Don’t
worry about it! We’re all guys here!” I said encouraging him, not to
be shy.
When he took off his
shirt, I was surprised how fit and sculpted his chest was. When he took
off his jeans, I was very surprised to see his fully erect penis tenting
beneath a tight pair of white briefs. Terry turned beet red, as he caught
me, this time, staring at HIS crotch.
I paused for a second,
then said, “shit, don’t worry about that, Terry, when you get to be my
age, you’ll wish that you could get a regular boner!” I wanted to
stare as he pulled up the coveralls, but bit my tongue, and turned back to
the car politely, while he changed.
When Terry walked up to
the Challenger, I was pleasantly surprised that the buttons of his
coveralls were all undone, except for the bottom two. Despite that, my
eyes followed the v opening from his smooth chest down to the visible
waistband of his briefs. I stared down, wishing, I could see more. I’m
not gay, but I always had liked looking at nice male bodies, when I was
younger. I looked up and caught Terry’s gaze. He smirked, and seemed to
like the fact that I was staring at him.
Car duties quickly took
over and Terry volunteered to unhook the transmission lines, from under
the car, while I dismantled the other items in the engine bay above, with
my own skills. Things were going along well. We were getting a lot more
work done, dismantling, than I thought we would, plus it was a lot more
fun having Terry around.
Suddenly, from below the
car, I heard Terry yell, “SHIT…shit, shit,…ouch!”
He scrambled out on his
back from under the car. I could see that transmission fluid, had sprayed
on his bare stomach. “Oh… ow… ow owwwww…” Terry was wincing.
I grabbed a clean rag,
and as Terry stood up, I could see that even more transmission fluid had
sprayed down, on to his lower abdomen. Without hesitation, I practically
ripped off the coveralls, down to his ankles. There was a lot of red
staining from the transmission fluid, on his white briefs.
“These are going to
have to come off!” I stated. Without waiting for an answer, I ripped
them down to his ankles, and dabbed my clean rag on the fluid, trying to
get all the excess off of his
skin and genitals.
“Did it burn you?” I
asked Terry, expecting the worst.
“No it wasn’t hot, it
was only warm..” He explained, “but it really stings, on my c… cock,
and balls!” He was still wincing
“Okay, good!” I was
relieved, that the fluid was not hot enough to burn him. Obviously the
sensitive skin, of his genitals, was being irritated by the transmission
fluid. “I have something, that will help.” I ran over and grabbed a
bottle of mineral oil, that I have for cleaning solvents off of my skin
and spread it all over Terry’s abdomen,
and nearly hairless genitals. “The skin is very sensitive in this area,
so you’ll have to give it a minute, but the burning should stop!”
Hopefully, I was thinking, to myself.
I looked up at Terry’s
face, and he was not wincing in pain anymore. “Thanks, it’s not
burning as much anymore.” His face was relaxing. “This is
embarrassing!” He stated.
“Look don’t worry
about it, Terry! I’m never going to tell anyone.” I reassured.
“I’m going to put a little more of this mineral oil on you.
Sit down here. Why don’t you massage it around, if you like,
while I get some soap and water, from the house.” I directed him to the
garage stool.
I rushed out to the house
laundry room, hoping that I wasn’t interrupted by my wife, and didn’t
have to answer a lot of dumb questions, before I got back to Terry. It
would be hard to explain having a naked boy in the garage! Fortunately
things went well, and I snuck in and out without being spotted or heard.
When I got to the garage door, I pushed it open slowly, and saw Terry
slowly masturbating his oily cock. It was starting to get erect. Obviously
not feeling as much pain anymore, I thought, smiling to myself.
“Feeling better, I
see!” I smiled as I walked into the garage. Terry just blushed,
obviously not expecting me back so quickly. “How’s the burning and
stinging?” I asked.
“B-b-b-b better!” He
stammered, “ I mean not burning!”
“Okay, let me wash you
off!” I insisted, as I pulled the oily coveralls and briefs, off, that
were still lodged around his ankles. Terry didn’t resist, in fact he
cooperated. I didn’t wait for him to say anything and lathered up his
lower abdomen, cock and balls, and started washing the oil, transmission
oil, and everything else off. I tried to be gentle, as I know that his
skin may have still been very sensitive.
Within seconds of
starting to wash, Terry’s cock went from turgid, to fully erect.
Obviously he was none the worse for wear, I thought. I was also tantalized
by the feeling of another young man’s cock, and balls.
“Are you okay?” I
asked curiously, as if he might want me to stop. Terry just nodded yes, in
agreement, and licked his lips. He was not only okay, he was enjoying
himself. “Shift forward, so I can wash underneath.” I directed him, so
that his butt was just barely resting on the stool, and his balls were
sufficiently away from the edge, that I could wash underneath them.
My scrubbing became much
more sensuous, as I kneaded and plucked at his balls. I washed underneath
them, then sensuously stroked up the length of his hard young soapy cock.
I was really enjoying this, as well and my cock stirred lustfully under my
mechanics coveralls.
“Mmmmmm!” Terry
simply responded with a
muffled moan, and spread his legs apart, so I had better access.
“Okay, time to dry you
off!” I said, grabbing a dry towel and wiping all of the sudsy water
away. After towel drying his cock and balls, abdomen and upper thighs
completely, I carefully surveyed his throbbing cock and swollen balls for
any reddish skin, or irritation, left by the transmission fluid. His cock
was so erect that it pulsated. His stomach was smooth and his abs rippled
with each of his short breaths. My mouth was dry. I paused and looked up
at him. He looked disappointed.
“Do you want me to put
a little more oil on these sensitive areas, just to protect the skin?” I
asked, in an encouraging voice, secretly want to do even more.
“Yeah, okay, I guess..
so.” He sounded slightly sad.
It was then, that I made
up my mind, I was going to jerk him off. It was a very erotic thought
process, for me, to even conceptualize this situation, where I’d have
the chance to play with another man’s cock and balls. Let alone a
handsome fit young man, like Terry. I grabbed the bottle of mineral oil
and drizzled it over his abdomen, letting it trickle onto his cock, around
his balls and drip down his inner thighs.
I’m certain Terry was
expecting something very clinical. “Uh ohhhhhh…” Terry let out a
muffled moan, as I spread the slippery mineral oil, in a tickling fashion,
with my fingertips, all over his cock and balls, stroking every so
lightly. I slicked the oil into my palm and circled his shaft, greasing
it’s full, firm length. I looked up to see Terry’s mouth open and his
head rolled back. With my other hand I tickled under his balls. He spread
his legs even wider, and I let my oily fingers travel up under his balls
to his ass crack.
“Oh God!” He
muttered, as I drove an oily finger into his asshole.
I rammed it all the way in and began to finger fuck his ass, at the
same time as I kneaded his balls with my other hand. Terry was a young
man, so I knew that he wouldn’t last too long. I wanted to pump that big
hard shiny cock of his, though, so I couldn’t resist. I started stroking
his cock in time with the finger fucking of his asshole.
“Ohhhhh MMMMMMy!”
Terry groaned in pleasure. His cock was getting harder with each stroke.
I tightened my grip on
his shaft, and firmly encircled his pole, wrenching my hand up and down
it’s full length. “Ughhh Ahhhh!” Terry gasped for air, as his glans
thickened and glistened with oil. I could tell this young stud was already
to blast. His urethra opened up wide, and I milked his shaft with an iron
like grasp. I clenched my fist and stroked it right down to the base of
his shaft, firmly pressing against his balls.
“Ugghhhh… oh gawd!”
Terry gasped for air and the yelled at the top of his lungs, “OH Faaawck,
UGH UGH UGH UGH…. YEESSSS!” His asshole clenched around my finger, and
great ropes of cum, erupted from his youthful throbbing cock head.
“UGHHHHH UGHH UGGHH, OH ugh ugh ugh ugh!” Terry sounded like he could
not contain or control himself. I big wad of cum landed on his muscular
chest. Cum was shooting up under his chin and all over his chest and
abdomen, before his climax finally settled, and the last few pearly drops
oozed from his cock head, flowing over my hand and down his shaft.
“There you should feel
MUCH better, now!” I remarked, quite pleased with myself and the massive
cum load, that I had milked out of my young helper.
“God, Steve, that was
amazing!” Terry blurted out. “I lov…. I … liked that, a lot! He
seemed a little nervous, now about his first reaction.
“Okay, let’s get you
cleaned up, AGAIN!” I noted, as I reached into the pail of warm soapy
water, and lathered him up again. “Uh huh!” He answered smiling
lustfully. It was only a few
minutes and I had Terry, all washed and dried once more. He WAS a very
handsome young man. I wished that I had done even more, in my mind, but
for such a first time experience, I was way too nervous to try. I knew
that I needed to jerk off badly, after all that luscious excitement. I was
so horny.
“Well Terry, I think we
should wrap for tonight, and I’ve got some personal things to take care
of, before bed tonight!” I hinted at my horniness (although not too
strongly) and I was also worried that my wife might have heard Terry’s
yells.
“Hmmm, yeah maybe.”
He said, somewhat reluctantly, as his eyes followed me over to where my
jeans were hanging.
“I can throw your
briefs in the wash, and when you come back next time, you can pick them
up.” I noted, hoping that he wanted to come back, as I dropped my
coveralls to my ankles. There was a notable tenting of my own briefs, from
my straining cock trying to escape beneath.
“Could I come back,
tomorrow night?” Terry asked.
I was happily surprized,
with his enthusiasm. “Of course!” I answered enthusiastically. “You
may come back as much as you want!” The I added, suggestively, “and
CUM as much as you want!”
“Hmmmm” Terry
giggled, looking at me.
“What is it?” I
asked.
He looked at my tenting
briefs. “It looks like you need some help, too!” Then he smiled.
“Ummm, no, it’s okay,
just a little excited, I guess.” I answered. Now I was the nervous one.
Even though I wanted to, there was no way I was going to whip out my cock.
So I thought!
“Can I look at it?”
Terry asked, “Y- y- your cock, I mean. Can I see it?” He inquired.
“Sure, I mean I guess
so.” Now I was the nervous one. This completely naked young man, walked
over to me and hooked my briefs, dropping them around my ankles. “I
don’t think, I mean, this isn’t right, I mean…” My voice trailed
off as my throbbing cock hung inches from Terry’s inquiring eyes.
This would be just awful,
if anyone came into the garage at this moment, yet I was frozen in fear
and anticipation. I was so incredibly horny, as well as being fearful, of
being caught. That fear, was all about to stop.
Terry’s mouth enveloped
my cock, and he took it almost half way inside his mouth, in the first
suck. He pulled it out and while holding my cock in one hand licked down
the length of my cock with his tongue. “Holy
shit!” I stammered, “Ohhhh, that is nice-!”
Terry was just getting
started, as he took each of my heavy swollen testicles, sucking them one
at a time, into his mouth.
“Ugghhh yeas!” I
groaned. My wife had never done anything remotely, as pleasurable as this.
My balls boiled inside of Terry’s suckling mouth. He lifted up my balls
and his tongue darted between my ass and balls.
The with one swift
motion, Terry enveloped my hot thick cock, and deep throated it, all the
way to the base. I closed my
eyes, in pleasure, as his mouth and throat, did amazing things to pleasure
my penis. His tongue lunged out and curved around the underside of my
balls, as my cock flourished deep in Terry’s throat!
I felt it suddenly swell
to near eruption, as his throat contracted around my steely shaft.
“OHHHH, MMMMM!” I babbled in carnal pleasure. This was the fucking
best cock sucking, that I had ever experienced! Terry must have sensed the
impending orgasm, as he clutched my balls with his fist, and pulled them
down, very firmly, almost painfully!
“UGHHHHHH OOOHHHH
UGGGGHHH!” I yelped. His grip on my testicles, was slightly painful, but
it was more pleasurable. I could feel my load welling, up and the burning
inside my cock.
“UGH Ugh UGGGHHHHHHHHHH!
OM MY MMMMMMMMMM!” I muffled my scream, as my cock erupted
deep inside Terry’s throat. With each ejaculation and spasm, he
pulled down hard on my tightly gripped balls. This had the effect of
making my orgasm go on forever it seemed, and also was milking a helluva a
lot of cum out of me.
“Guugggghh!” Terry
gurgled, barely able to breath with the heavy load of cum erupting into
his throat.
Rudely I grabbed the back
of his head, trying to force my cock deeper (I doubt that was even
possible) “Uhhhh YEaahh, Fuck, take it all. Drink it all!” I lustfully
instructed.
Unwaveringly, Terry
continued to yank on my balls, until I was milked completely. When my cock
stopped spasming in orgasm, Terry withdrew it’s glistening, syrupy
length from his throat. He carefully took the tip of my cock and licked
it, while squeezing my shaft, milking every last pearl of cum, from within
it.
He looked up and smiled
at me. A few drops of cum mixed with saliva, were dripping from the
corners of his mouth. “I always wanted to do that!” he said.
“That was fucking
amazing!” I congratulated him. “No one has ever sucked my cock and
drank cum, like you EVER!
Terry just smiled, as we
got dressed into our jeans. “This is going to be fun, coming here over
and over again!” he remarked, and smiled suggestively.
I was thinking, it’s a
good thing that the Challenger, is painted white. There is going to be a
lot of possible cum stains around it, and on it, in the coming days and
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