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Stories
John's Second Time by Revitup Man
The next morning John woke up with a hardon thinking about what had happened the night before with Joe. The whole evening had been incredible and even though he was sure it had happened, it seemed like a dream. That must be because of the pot. Either way, he found himself recreating the whole night in his mind while he rubbed his hard member. Everything about the whole evening had been charged with eroticism. Even when Joe was revving the engine of the Camaro. In no time John had squirted all over his stomach and chest.
Throughout the day John couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. He was at the library working on a psychology paper on the causes of criminal behavior, but his mind kept wandering back to Joe and the Camaro. At about 9PM he finally decided to give up and go home. Driving through the country in the old Ram Charger that had been his dad's, John's thoughts turned once again to Joe. Tomorrow he would have to call Joe and see if they could get together again. When he got to the scenic overlook without even thinking about it he turned in and pulled to a stop and shut off the engine.
Absentmindedly John began rubbing his crotch. Since he'd been thinking about Joe all day, his dick had been partway hard most of the day. Now it was totally erect, and aching for attention. John unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and slid his hand under the waistband of his underwear. His cock twitched as his fingers slid down over it and wrapped themselves around his engorged member. Since he'd left the library earlier then planned, John decided to take his time and really have a good wank. Slowly he slid his jeans and underwear down to his knees and once again wrapped his left hand around his dick.
Then he remembered the sound of the Camaro revving, and wondered if his Ram would sound as erotic. He pumped the gas a couple of times and turned the key. The engine turned over but didn't start. Not normal. Usually the truck started right up. So he pumped the gas a few more times and turned the key again. Still nothing. Now John was a little concerned. Here he was in the middle of nowhere with his pants around his ankles and the truck wouldn't start. So he pumped the gas a bunch more times and turned the key again. This time it almost started. As he was cranking it and pumping the gas he realized that he'd probably flooded it. Holding the pedal to the floor now he kept cranking it to clear the flood. During all of this he kept massaging his dick, which was now oozing precum pretty heavily.
Finally after about 30 seconds the engine was sputtering and struggling to run. John let off the starter and the engine kept sputtering. While the truck shaked and shuddered from the engine's efforts John kept squeezing his cock. John looked in the passenger's rear view mirror and saw thick black smoke blowing out of the tailpipe out of his view. Gradually the engine began to pick up speed so John began to pump the gas to try and clear the flood. The engine was still totally flooded, and each pump made the engine chug and sputter.
John began to imagine what it would be like if Joe were pumping the gas right now. He began revvin the engine in rhythm with his left hand stroking his dick. Sometimes faster, sometimes slow but pushing it nearly to the floor, and every once in a while he'd bring his hand to the very tip and squeeze it gently, and hold the accelerator to the floor the way Joe had. When he did this it was pure ecstasy.
Finally, after about 10 minutes, John couldn't hold back anymore. Rope after rope of hot cum streamed out of his cock and all over the steering wheel and dash of the truck. After his orgasm subsided John let the engine, no longer flooded, return to idle and began to clean up..