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At the Junkyard by Coby Won
I am driving along a fairly deserted stretch of road in a well-tempered, modern day car. I am wearing a white sweater with a heavy waistband with the sleeves rolled up. I have on some khaki pants with some brown dress moccasins and no socks. As I round a curve, I notice a sign--"Country Auto Salvage". The place looks like it hasn't been open in years, yet there are acres of old cars sitting in the field behind the main building. Some look complete, some are merely metal skeletons. I stop, anticipating some fun could be had here.
As I anticipated, the place is deserted...nobody around for miles perhaps--no houses, no nothing, except for this old junkyard. I waste no time walking to the junkyard behind the building, but before I do I boldly remove my pants and underwear, leaving me naked from the waist down (except for the brown shoes). Nobody can see me, I am confident. I tuck my now stiffening cock in the waistband of my sweater, leaving my scrotum hanging in the breeze.
As I stride across the junk littered lot, I am aroused by the sensation of my legs rubbing together, causing my dick to become fully erect. I notice, just a few feet away, an old Dodge truck, probably early 70's, that doesn't look too bad, save for all the dirt on it from neglect. Looking inside the window on the passenger side, I can see that the key is in the ignition. I walk around to the driver's side, open the door, and get in.
The seat sits pretty far back, so I stretch my long legs out to reach the big gas and brake pedals. Figuring the Dodge doesn't have a good battery, I merely toy with the accelerator, pumping it slowly while I massage my swollen tool through the sweater. I adjust the rear view mirror so that it is angled towards my lap, giving me a clear view of my red ballsack and the tops of my thighs.
Curiosity keeps nagging me to turn the ignition switch located on the dashboard, and I finally give in. Incredibly, the starter engages loudly, catching me by surprise and causing me to let go of the key. The engine does not catch.
Knowing that this may very well be an opportunity of a lifetime, I instantly return my right, moccasin-clad foot to the accelerator, and as I turn the key again, begin to pump the gas pedal in time with the Dodge's starter sound. There is no chance that the old motor is going to start, and the battery appears to be strong as I hold the key in the START position for a minute straight while my right leg bounces up and down on the torn, tattered seat. I glance in the mirror and can see my thigh rippling each time it slaps the seat cushion, my ballsack jiggling violently, and my large erection gradually making itself noticed as the waistband of my sweater works its way up the seven inch shaft.
I begin to talk to the old Dodge..."come on baby, I know you want to start for me..." then engage the starter again, pumping with more intensity. The waistband of the sweater now covers only the tip of my cock, as I can see the six and a half inches of vein-riddled shaft in the mirror. Finally it snaps free, wiggling angrily as my right foot punishes the accelerator at a three-times-per-second clip. The engine is so flooded that the starter sounds like a jet engine it is spinning so fast, yet there is no hope that the engine will fire.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I take my left hand and begin stroking my cock in time with my pumping. I am so turned on it takes only ten strokes to climax. So powerful is the orgasm that my load covers the steering wheel hub in front of me.
And then I woke up...