Rev it up!
Stories
NASCAR Racing
All my life I'd loved car racing. Every time it was on TV I'd watch, and as soon as I was old enough to get there on my own, I started hanging out at the local racetrack. My parents weren't particularly surprised that autoshop was my best class. And when I graduated they were even less surprised when my part time job at the garage became a fulltime job once I got my associates degree.
But everyone, including me, was surprised when Steve, one of the better racers from that track qualified for NASCAR and called me to ask if I wanted to be a part of his pit crew!
I tried badly to contain my excitement when he called, but the truth was that I'd had a crush on Steve since I was 16 and had first met him. And the chance to work in a pit crew at 20 was more than I could hope for. The first day on the job I was amazed at how different it was, even from the pits at the local track. There people tended to be pretty casual and joke around a lot. Now the pace was frantic and every second counted. People were still nice, and once the race was over there was as much partying as at the old track, but during the race the intensity was incredible. Tie that in with the noise, the smell of burning rubber and exhaust and I was garaunteed to have a hardon for the whole time I was working.
When I first started I was assigned to tend to Steve. Giving him water, making sure his goggles were clear, or cleaning the bugs off the windshield. On the day of the first race he pulled into the pit and I reached in with the water bottle. I looked down and noticed that he wasn't wearing any shoes. Only a pair of white socks separted his feet from the pedals. As he chugged his water he kept lighly fanning the gas pedal. Watching his foot and listening to the engine rev got me very excited. As he roared away I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd just seen.
As the season went on, a couple of crew members left, so I got promoted. Now I was actually doing mechanical things, although at the bottom of the ladder. My main job now was using the air hose to jack up the rear of the car when they changed the tires. Most guys hated this job since all you had to do was plug the hose in and push a button, and it meant standing behind the car getting blasted by hot exhaust. I loved it. I'd always been turned on by revving engines, and having Steve's hot exhaust blowing right at my dick was incredible. The cool part was that as each race progressed and the tension built, he'd get more and more excited, so he'd pump the gas harder and harder. By the last pit stop he'd rev the hell out of the engine while we worked on the car. At one point I heard the head mechanic shout at him to lay off or he'd run out of fuel before the end of the race.
The last race of the season went really well. With only ten more laps he was ahead of everyone when one of the rear tires blew. He limped into the pit and stopped. With the tension from the end being so near, and his impatience at what had just happened he pounded on the gas. I'd never been blasted so hard with exhaust. Then one of the crew members dropped the tire and it rolled under the car. In his frustration Steve stomped on the gas and held it down for several seconds. My already rock hard dick couldn't take it and began convulsing in my pants. Massive amounts of cum filled my underwear before they finally retrieved the tire and sent Steve on his way.