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 weeks...