My Internship by Revitup Man

Because of the distance between everyone, the company owned a fleet of cars to get people where they needed to go. Before I got there I expected a fleet of matching late model cars. When I arrived I quickly realized how wrong I was. I'd never seen a more motley assortment of cars in one parking lot. The newest one was easily 10 years old, and the oldest one was a gigantic Mercury station wagon from the mid-70s. The kind that everyone's mother had when I was in elementary school. Brown plastic seats. Brown metal paneling on the side. Really heavy doors to block any sound from the engine, or anything else outside the car, for that matter. One thing I learned one week into my internship: that Mercury was the most reliable car of the bunch.

I didn't have to drive the company cars too often since I had my own car, although occasionally I had to run errands for the company and would take one. One night, however, my car was in the shop for some routine maintenance, so when I left the office late I grabbed the keys for the Mercury. Driving home I had the windows down enjoying the quiet evening. There was rarely any traffic after about 8 o'clock on the main highway, so I was cruising fast. As I slowed down and started to turn onto the side road that led to the small town I lived in the lights dimmed and the steering grew very heavy. I managed to keep the car out of the ditch, but when I stepped on the gas it was definitely dead.

I slipped it into park and killed the lights and turned the key. The engine cranked fine, but didn't catch. I pumped the gas a few times and tried again. Nothing. I was a little concerned. Home was still several miles away and the nearest farmhouse was over the next hill. I cranked again, pumping the gas nervously. This time the cranking picked up as the engine tried to run. But I stopped cranking too soon and it didn't run. Now I could smell gas and realized that I'd managed to flood the engine.

Determined not to make matters worse, and remembering what I'd heard somewhere, I held the gas on the floor while I cranked it the next time. Faster and faster it cranked. Finally once I was certain that the engine had caught, I let off the starter. With the gas still floored the engine chugged heavily. I'd definitely flooded it. The whole car was shimmying from chugging engine. Still I kept the gas floored so that the carburetor could clear itself out. Now I could smell a combination of unburnt gas and exhaust. I looked to the back right corner of the car, and in the light from a streetlight by the corner I could see thick brown smoke billowing out of the tailpipe, filling the air with noxious fumes.

Finally the engine started to pick up speed. The chugging became revving so I let off the gas. I was too soon though, and the engine started to stumble, so I pumped the gas. This made the engine pick up speed, chugging and revving at the same time.

Realizing that I'd probably not be stranded too much longer, I relaxed a bit, and noticed that my dick was hard. I'd always been turned on when other guys struggled with their cars, but never been turned on when it happened to me. This was something new. Since it wasn't ready to go yet, I started massaging my dick through my jeans as I sat there pumping the gas. Pretty soon I was getting really horny so I unzipped them and pulled them and my underwear down to my knees. I was already dripping precum from my excitement so I started rubbing it along the shaft of my cock.

The engine was starting to run a little better now, but I was in no hurry to get home, so gradually I pushed the gas towards the floor. As the engine revved faster and faster I realized that the whooshing sound I was hearing was the rush of exhaust pouring out of the tailpipe. The thought of that hot gas blasting out was almost more than I could bear.

Eventually the engine quit getting faster, and as I pushed the gas further the engine began chugging again trying to burn all of the gas I was force-feeding it, but not fully succeeding. Unable to contain myself I sprayed cum all over myself and the steering wheel.

After the engine returned to idle, with the familiar little shudder every couple of seconds or so, I zipped up my pants and got out to take a look at the tailpipe. Sure enough, a ton of gas and water had sprayed out of the pipe, all over the ground to the side of the car. I put my hand in front of the vibrating tailpipe and felt the hot moist air coming out. Sniffing it, I could still smell the unburnt gas being cleared from the engine.