At the Construction Site, by Revitup Man

Tom lived in a small city in the midwest and didn't know anyone else who had his same interest, so the only experiences he'd had were solo or involved the voyeurism of watching some guy rev up his car. It was easy enough to see this. All Tom had to do was hang out on Main St. on Saturday night and all the teenage boys would be out cruising, revving their engines, doing burnouts and whatever, trying to impress the girls.

As much as Tom enjoyed these shows of masculinity, he needed more. He craved physical contact with the vehicle and also with the man driving it. Although he'd never had the two together, he'd messed around a lot with his car, and he'd also driven into the city occasionally and picked up guys at the two gay bars there. He'd never met anyone, though, who admitted to being turned on by cars the way he was, so his sex life had always had a dichotomy to it; men and cars. Each half growing on it's own, but not growing together at all.

One night Tom was driving back from the city on the local highway and noticed all the construction equipment about a quarter mile over on the new interstate that was being built. All sorts of trucks and backhoes and forklifts appeared to be just sitting over there. Tom wondered what it would be like to rev such large, powerful vehicles. Before he knew what he was doing, Tom had turned off the highway and was headed towards the deserted construction area. As he approached he slowed down, looking around to be sure that there weren't any security guards around or anything. Thankfully there didn't seem to be any. It was out in the middle of nowhere, afterall. Who would think to come here and cause trouble?

Tom parked his car in the shadows and got out. Walking around the contruction area was incredibly eerie. There was no noise except the crickets in the fields a coyote off in the distance somewhere. It was almost a full moon so looking up at the big equipment he actually was able to make out a lot of details. The first vehicle he came to was a huge backhoe. Tom climbed up into the cab and sat down in the driver's seat. Planting his feet on the huge pedals he began pressing them down, admiring how solid they felt, and how small they made his size 11 workboots look in comparison.

Then Tom looked up and noticed that the exhaust pipe for the backhoe was right in front of him. It was about 2 feet long and curved forward at the end, about 1 1/2 feet in front of the windshield. To Tom it looked like a cock, rock hard and ready for action. Tom climbed out of the cab and onto the engine cover. Now he was next to this very phallic looking exhaust pipe. Tom's own dick had grown in response to this artificial one. As he got closer to it he became more and more mesmerized by it. Soon he was gently caressing it and then hugging it as if it were alive. Now his own cock was rock hard, so he began pressing it up against the metallic cock before him and rubbing up and down.

Climbing back into the cab Tom began to look for the starter to the backhoe. He desperately wanted that big dick to come to life. After a minute of pressing buttons and flipping switches he finally found the starter. The engine jerked and shuddered to life. Instinctively Tom pumped the accelerator to keep it from stalling. A thick black plume of diesel exhaust poured out of the exhaust causing the pipe to vibrate from its exertion.

Tom pumped the pedal several more times, getting more and more aggressive each time. Each time he just stared at the exhuast billowing out of the pipe, fascinated. Tom wondered how the man who ran the backhoe all day could possibly sit here and focus on his work with such an incredibly sexy show happening right in front of him.

Looking around the cab some more Tom noticed a knob on the dashboard behind the steering wheel. When he pulled it out the engine revved up. Wanting to see how much he could rev the engine with it Tom pulled it all the way out. The engine roared and smoke billowed from the exhaust, shooting at least 20 feet in front of the vehicle. Wow! Tom thought. I can reach that while standing by the pipe! Sure enough, Tom got back out on the engine with his crotch pressed against the pipe and reached behind himself toward the knob. No problem.

Gradually he bagan pulling and pushing the knob, revving up the engine with his crotch pressed hard against the pipe. The vibrations and heat from it were incredible. Tom couldn't believe how good this felt! After a minute of this he decided to try a new position. Now he stood up on the engine cover in front of the pipe facing the cab so the exhaust was blowing directly at his crotch. Leaning forward he put one hand on the top of the cab for balance and reached down with the other to the throttle knob.

Even before he'd touched the knob the sensation was incredible. The rumbling engine was making hot exhaust purr out the pipe at his crotch. When he first pulled out the throttle the feeling was incredible. He knew he couldn't hold his load in much longer, so, rather then fight it, he gave in and immediately yanked the throttle out as far as it would go and then began thrusting it in and out as fast as he could. As the engine revved and revved Tom felt the hot exhaust pound his cock repeatedly. After just a minute of this he couldn't hold back any longer. His dick spasmed harder then it ever had before, nearly causing Tom to fall off the big machine.

Once his orgasm ended, Tom managed to climb down and turn off the engine without hurting himself. When he got to his car and sat down he reached in the glove compartment for some kleenex and only then noticed the huge black stain on the crotch of his jeans. Not only had he made a mess in his underwear, but he'd made a mess of the outside of his pants as well. But somehow it was worth it.

Over the next few weeks Tom went back to the construction site several times. At first he was careful to look for any sort of security guard, and as time went by he began to realize that no one kept an eye on the place at all. Each time he went he'd play with a different machine. Tonight when he got there he noticed a huge flatbed truck that he'd never seen before. He assumed that, like most of the trucks, it would be a diesel. Although he loved deisel trucks too, his real love were gasoline engines. Especially carbureated ones that could be flooded and made to backfire and really smoke, struggling to run. Deisel engines are fuel injected, so they always run fine.

As he opened the door to the cab of the truck, though, he noticed distinctly that it didn't smell like deisel exhaust. Maybe it's not a deisel, Tom thought, as he got in! Sure enough, as he turned the key the engine was clearly gas fed, and, judging from the sound of it, the engine was also quite large. Excited by the prospect, Tom began stomping his foot on the gas, trying to pump as much as possible into the engine. It sputtered to life almost immediately, but then stalled. Tom kept pounding the gas and turned the key again. This time when it started to catch he let off the gas to about half way and kept it running. He'd obviously already flooded it though, because it loped along really slow, and he could smell the unburnt gas.

Looking out the door he was surprised to see puffs of exhaust right behind the cab. Apparently the exhaust exited to the left just behind the door! As the engine began to clear itself Tom pushed the gas closer to the floor, making the puffs of exhaust shoot further and further. Finally the engine sound pretty stable and Tom began to pump the gas. The engine wasn't ready yet, though, because with each pump of his foot the engine would struggle and send a big plume of brown smoke out the exhaust.

Tom's dick was rock hard now from watching the plumes of exhuast coming out of the truck, but he wanted more. Glancing in the mirror he noticed a broom lying in the bed of the truck. By this time the truck was able to idle roughly on its own, so he got out and reached onto the bed of the truck for the broom. Coming back to the front of the truck he placed the end of the broom handle on the gas pedal, with the bristle end facing towards the back of the truck. Success! The handle was long enough that he could push the gas while standing in front of the tailpipe. With the broom levered against the base of the seat Tom could pump the gas really well standing outside the truck. Standing there with his crotch a foot from the exhaust he began to pump the gas. The engine chugged roughly, as it was still flooded from before, and thick smoke churned out of the exhaust. Tom was in heaven. He unzipped his pants and started to pull them down so that he could feel the full blast from the exhaust.

All of a sudden bright lights were upon him and he heard a loud blare through a megaphone: "OK! Put your hands in the air. Stop what you're doing." Tom froze in terror. Obviously someone had been watching him play with the truck. As he stood there, dick still straining towards the truck's tailpipe, he heard footsteps coming up towards him. "What're you doing there?" asked a rugged voice. "You're kinda in a strange position right now, aren't ya'?" The footsteps got closer and the cop yanked both of Tom's arms behind him. Tom could hear the clicks as he was being handcuffed.

"Get over here." The voice said, and began dragging him by the handcuffs. The cop dragged him around the truck and then pushed him forward. Tom fell against a car and then crashed on the ground. When he looked around he realized it was a cop cruiser.. One of the ones he loved so well, but this wasn't quite how he had pictured things at all. All the same the situation was incredibly exciting somehow.

"John! Come look at this homo over here." Said his captor. "He seems to get off on revving other people's engines and fucking with their cars. Wonder how he'd feel having someone rev him up good?" Tom looked up at the cop who'd thrown him down and much to his surprise, he was actually quite attractive. About 25, maybe 6 feet tall and extremely muscular. He also had red hair and brown eyes, which was Tom's favorite combination in the world!

The other cop took one look at Tom and said, "Mark, you know that you and I can handle this asshole."

With that the first cop yanked Tom off the ground and slammed his torso down on the trunk of the car. As Tom was lying there he watched through the back window as John got back in the driver's seat. At first Tom doesn't understand what's going on. Then he heard the engine rev, and felt exhaust blowing between his legs. At the same time the other cop says, "you think you like revving? I'll show you what revving's really about." At the same time Tom heard Officer Mark unzip his pants and felt his hard cock pressed against his anus.

"Come on boy. You know you want Officer Mark to loosen you up a bit. Just relax." The engine revved harder and harder as Tom felt Officer Mark's cock push more forcefully at his opening.

"Maybe you need a little incentive to loosen you up!" said Officer Mark, a little more angrily. At that he pulled Tom off the trunk and pushed at Tom's ass, forcing him to his knees on the ground and his lower torso directly behind the car. Now the cruiser's exhaust was blowing directly at Tom's dick. Tom could hardly breathe through the exhaust, but the sensation of the hot exhaust blasting on his dick was incredible. Next thing he knew Officer Mark was on his knees right behind Tom, forcing his cock up Tom's butt. Tom started to squirm both from the pain of Officer Mark's huge cock and from the pleasure he was feeling. Once Officer Mark was all the way in Tom he reached around and wrapped his fingers around Tom's dick. "Oh yeah." He said. "Judging from this, I can tell that you know this is what you want. Just relax and enjoy it."

Now Officer Mark was pumping his dick hard. In and out of Tom's ass like there was no tomorrow. All the while the other cop revved the engine. Faster and faster the engine roared. Finally the other cop must've jammed his foot to the floor and just held it there. Hot exhaust blasted Tom's dick harder then he could have imagined possible. Officer Mark simultaneously jerked off Tom's cock and pumped his own dick up Tom's ass furiously. After several seconds of this Tom felt Officer Mark's cum filling his ass and couldn't contain himself any longer. Over and over his dick squirted cum towards the screaming tailpipe.

Once they were both spent and Officer Mark had pulled out he lifted Tom back up onto the lid of the trunk almost gingerly. Taking his keys out of his pocket he leaned over Tom and wrapped his strong arm around Tom. Gently caressing Tom's chest while he unlocked the handcuffs, he whispered in Tom's ear, "You really shouldn't trespass. I ought to take you in, but I think you've learned your lesson tonight. I'll let you off with a warning, but I'll keep my eye out for you.