Rev it up!
Stories
John's First Time by Revitup Man
John led a relatively quiet life. He'd grown up in a small city in the midwest. It was clean. Quiet. There was never any serious trouble. Not like the big dirty industrial cities back east. And not like those rowdy western towns where everyone owned guns and high school kids were blowing up buildings. After graduating high school he'd gone to college to study criminal law. His dad had been a cop before dying suddenly of a heart attack at a fairly young age, and John wanted to follow in his footsteps.
While John was at college though, a strange thing happened. He fell in love. With another guy. At first John didn't know how to react. He'd never thought about guys in this way before. He'd always loved sports and been quite good at them, having a naturally athletic build. And he'd always loved the cameraderie he'd shared with the other guys, and even enjoyed the time he'd spent in the locker room with them. But he'd never thought about doing anything with them. At least not any more than any of the other guys did.
So when he first met Joe he didn't know how to react. Not only because Joe was a guy. But because Joe also wasn't as clean cut or from a nice family like John was. Joe could only be described as a hippy. He had long hair that was constantly falling in his face and covering his eyes. He wore grungy jeans that had more holes in them then a box of Dunkin' Donuts. He smoked pot on an almost daily basis and rarely showed up for classes before 11 am. And he drove a beat up Camaro from the late 60s.
John had always been taught that people like Joe were bad news and to stay away. But when Joe first approached John about working together on a class project John was swept away by how many great ideas Joe already had, even though they'd only been given the assignment 15 minutes previous. After class they talked some more and it was apparent that Joe was actually really smart. And furthermore, really funny.
They began to get together on a regular basis to work on their project. After a few weeks of getting together a couple of nights a week they'd made good progress. One Friday they were at Joe's apartment working late when Joe suggested they stop for the night. Since John's car was in the shop they got in Joe's old Camaro and started toward John's place. On the way Joe asked if John had ever tried pot. "No. Never." Was John's reply. "You sould try it." Joe said. John was very reluctant, and at first said no way. But Joe perisisted and pointed out that if it was so bad, why wasn't he messed up. John couldn't argue with that, so eventually he relented. They were out in the middle of the country now and Joe pulled off at the scenic overlook beside the highway and put the car in park. Since it was a very cold night he left the engine running so that they'd have some heat.
As Joe rolled a joint and lit it, John stared, mesmerized. Right from the start he'd enjoyed every moment with Joe. He was so different from any friend John had ever had. So much more interesting, and he had such a different outlook on life. As they began to smoke the joint John quickly started to get stoned. At first he coughed up the smoke quickly and Joe had to tell him to relax.
Once John began to get a little high he noticed that every time he or Joe inhaled on the joint Joe would rev the engine a little. Once they had finished the joint and were both pretty stoned Joe was revving the engine constantly. "Doesn't that sound nice?" he asked. That's one of the most incredible sounds in the world. As he said that, he turned towards the passenger seat and, leaning forward, began to kiss John on the mouth. As Joe's lips touched John's John heard the engine rev hard and stay there. For several seconds there lips touched. After what seemed like the most incredible eternity of John's life, their lips seperated, and Joe let the engine return to idle. "That was nice." He heard himself say. "Do it again."
And with that Joe once again pressed on the gas as he pressed his lips to John's. This time he also felt something caressing his crotch through his jeans! Already rock hard, John was in ecstasy. Gradually Joe began to massage John's cock. With each squeeze he would rev the engine a little harder. John was squirming with delight now. He'd never imagined anything that could feel this amazing.
After a few minutes of this Joe backed off again and stared deep into John's eyes. "How're you doing there?" he asked. "You're awfully quiet." John answered that he'd never been better in his life. "That so?" asked Joe. "I bet I can make you feel much, much better..."
With that promise Joe began to unzip John's pants first, and then his own. Instinctively John began to pull his pants and underwear down, watching Joe do the same. Once they were both exposed Joe leaned forward towards John's lap and took his rock hard dick into his mouth. With his left hand, Joe took John's left hand and brought it to his own cock. John was overwhelmed. Not only had he never touched another man's cock before, but he'd certainly never felt the warm mouth of another man on his own cock. And now Joe was revving the engine again. This time in rhythm with his mouth pumping up and down on John's cock.
John's hand naturally began to pump Joe's dick in the same rhythm. Pretty soon they were both breathing harder and Joe began to stomp on the gas much harder. Harder and harder he pounded the gas. Soon he was pounding the accelerator to the floor as his mouth lunged on John's cock, taking it deeper and deeper down his throat. Finally, just as John didn't think he could hold back his orgasm any longer, Joe burried the gas in the carpet and burried his face deep into John's crotch. John gripped Joe's cock for dear life as the engine screamed and his cock exploded in the most violent orgasm of his life. At the same instant he felt Joe's dick spasming over and over, squirtiing it's load all over the center console and seats of the car.