Rev it up!
Stories
Justin's Cars by Revitup Man
I'd moved into the old brownstone about six months earlier. It was what you might call a fixer upper. In the northwest part of Hoboken, it was far from the nicer buildings on pretty streets closer to the train station. But the apartment was dirt cheap, so I didn't have to work too hard to pay the rent. I could spend my time doing what I really loved, writing. Mine was the only residential building on the block. Otherwise there were several warehouse, industrial type buildings, a couple of empty lots, and what looked like an old carriage house next door to my building.
There was one other tennant in my building. A gorgeous guy named Justin. He was about 5'11", blond, blue eyed and had what could only be described as a swimmer's build. He wasn't real bulky, but he was incredibly toned, and perfectly proportioned. I was in lust the first time he introduced himself. We quickly became friends. He rented out the carriage house next door where he restored old Lincolns and then sold them. His favorite were the ones that had the backwards backdoors. Whenever I was bored or had writer's block I'd wander next door and watch him work. He was always happy to have the company and would share with me details about what he was doing. Not that I understood anything about cars, but he'd get so excited and annimated, I couldn't help but be interested.
He'd bought another junked car about a month ago and had made pretty good progress with the body and interior, and was just getting started on the engine. The car looked great. Black body with perfect chrome trim and the inside was black leather with deep carpeting. The leather seats were the original, cleaned and buffed up, but with the softness of 35 year old leather.
I'd spent hours sitting in the driver's seat smelling and feeling the leather while Justin worked on the engine. Some days, like today, I would even take my shoes and socks off so that I could run my feet through the carpet. Today was no different, except that Justin had fixed the reclining mechanism on the seat, so I was leaning all the way back. The engine was idling and he said he was doing something to the carbureator. Apparently, though, he wasn't getting anywhere because the whole engine needed an overhaul.
The news came on the radio and the announcer started talking about the new allegations against the president. "Can you believe that he'd be stupid enough to let her give him a blowjob in the back of his limosine?" Justin asked. "I mean, I've had sex in cars, and I'm sure lots of people have, but then, none of us are the president."
"I've never had sex in a car." I said.
Justin came over and grabbed the edge of the roof, looking in at me. "Really? Not even at the drive in when you were in high school or anything?"
I kept staring into Justin's eyes as I shook my head no. For several seconds he just kept looking at me. I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but I could feel myself getting excited at the thought of what it would be like to have sex with Justin, even just in a regular bed. Next thing I knew, though, he was sitting on the edge of the seat facing me. So close that I could feel the warmth from his body, and smell a little bit of sweat from the work he'd been doing on the car. "You haven't lived until you've had sex in a car," he said with a smile on his face.
Not wanting to let my chance pass I reached up and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and said, "Maybe you should teach me."
Justin leaned forward then, and very gently pressed his lips against mine. The softness of the kiss was astounding. Ever so gently I felt his tongue separate my lips, gently entering my mouth and wrapping itself around my own. "I'd be happy to."
With that he sat back up and pulled his shirt off, and then began to untie his shoes. "Leave your socks on," I said, "I love guys in white socks."
"No problem," he said, as he proceeded to pull off his shorts and underwear.
I was pulling off my clothes at the same time, and the next thing I knew he was lying on top of me, facing me, looking deeply into my eyes. I was overwhelmed with all of the sensations. This gorgeous man lying on me, the smell of the leather seats, the vibration of the engine moving through our bodies. Still staring at me he began to run his foot along my right calf. Pure ecstasy. I was tingling with excitement feeling his foot on my leg.
Ever so gently he'd managed to slide my foot to the right, so that it was on top of the gas pedal. His caress moved up to my toes now and very slightly he pressed on them, causing me to rev the engine a little. "Oh yeah," he cooed. "Let me help your foot do what it's supposed to." Then he continued to caress my toes and the top of my foot, pressing a little harder. The accelerator under my foot gave way easily, sending a loud roar out from the engine.
"Come on man. Work that pedal. I know you know how." I didn't need any more explanation. With his feet all over mine now I proceeded to pump the gas hard. The engine roared harder. Now I could smell a little of the exhaust too, almost causing me to cum right then from all the stimulation.
Justin seemed to be in a trance now. He was humping my stomach like there was no tomorrow, and with each thrust he was pushing my foot and the gas pedal under it to the floor. Finally he couldn't hold back anymore. With his last thrust he arched his back and held our feet buried on the floor. As the engine screamed, the car vibrating violently from its efforts, I came too, squirting more then I had ever cum before.