Mike's First Time by Revitup Man

Scott was 4 years older then Mike and had been Mike's older brother's best friend. Scott's family lived next door to Mike's the whole time Mike was growing up, so Scott was always over at Mike's house or Mike's brother was always over at Scott's. Scott was very cute, and even when Mike was just a little kid he had a crush on Scott. He'd always want to hang out with his brother and Scott any chance he could. Sometimes the older boys would tolerate his presence, but more often then not they'd tell him to get lost, or complain to Mike's mom that Mike was being a pest.

As Mike got older and hit puberty he began to realize that he had a fetish for revving engines. Unfortunately, his parent's Chrysler Town and Country station wagon always started fine, so neither of his parents ever revved the engine. Scott, on the other hand, drove an old Chevy Impala with more miles on it then it was ever meant to be driven. He'd bought the car as soon as he turned 16 and had gotten his driver's license, and then proceeded to spend most of his free time working on the car, trying to keep it running. It seemed to Mike that Scott was constantly outside revving the engine, then making some sort of adjustment, then revving it some more.

Sometimes if Scott was alone Mike would go hang out with him and watch him work. But when Mike's brother was with Scott, Mike knew he wasn't welcome, so he'd sit in his bedroom and watch Scott work on the car from his window. This didn't bother Mike too much because it meant that he could jerk off while he watched Scott revving the car. Mike spent countless hours doing this, and then at night he'd rerun through his head the image of Scott pounding the gas and beat off some more.

One summer weekday Scott came by Mike's house pretty early in the morning. It seemed that his car wasn't running and his mom had had an accident so her car was in the body shop. Scott needed to borrow Mike's folk's car to run a couple of errands downtown and then pick his mom up from work when she got off at 3. Mike's dad thought that would be fine since everyone but Mike, who was only 13 at the time, would be at work. Mike's dad usually took the bus to work, so the Town and Country sat in the garage most days.

As soon as Scott had been given the keys, Mike asked if he could get a ride downtown with Scott to go to the movies. Mike's dad immediately jumped in and reminded Mike that he'd promised to mow his grandmother's lawn that afternoon, so it wouldn't be a good idea.

Mike had spent the rest of the morning sulking, and ultimately decided to hide in the back of the car before Scott came, and then hop out while Scott was in the store running errands before he picked up his mom. At about 2:20 Mike snuck into the garage and was about to open the back right door to the car when the garage was suddenly flooded with light as Scott rolled open the big door. Mike couldn't believe that Scott was early since he'd been concerned before about having enough time after summer school to get the car and take care of everything. Mike's plan was fucked up now. There was no way he could get in the car without Scott seeing, and there wasn't even a way for Mike to get out of the garage since the door to the backyard was on the other side of the garage by the driver's door. All Mike could do was crouch behind the car and wait for Scott to drive off.

Since the car was so big they had to park it almost against the back wall of the garage in order to close the door. As Mike sat in the corner of the garage he realized that the tailpipe of the car was pointed right at him. His dick immediately sprang to life imagining Scott revving the engine. Too bad the car always started fine.

He heard Scott get close the door and then waited for the familiar sound of the starter. Much to Mike's surprise he heard a different sound instead. Thump, thump, thump, thump. Scott was pumping the gas pedal hard to the floor. His car needed that much gas to start, but Mike's parent's car didn't. Scott was flooding the car. Mike freaked out. Scott wasn't going to be able to start the car now, and here he was sitting behind the car with nowhere to really hide. What if Scott got out and came behind the car to try and find something to help start it? What if he opened the hood and came around the right side for some reason? What if...?

Before Mike could worry anymore Scott hit the starter. The familiar cranking sound began, but instead of immediately springing to life the engine just cranked. Little wisps of smoke were coming out of the tailpipe directly at Mike's crotch.. Mike was petrified. He knew that you weren't supposed to breath the air from the exhaust. What if he died sitting back here by the tailpipe like this. Paralyzed with fear, he sat there rigid.

But the engine didn't start. Thump, thump, thump. Again Scott pounded the gas pedal, and then hit the starter. After at least 20 seconds it still hadn't started, but now Mike could smell the unburnt gas coming out of the tailpipe. "Shit!" he heard Scott shout. "This damn thing's flooded." Now Mike heard one slam of the pedal as Scott buried it into the floor and then began cranking again, trying to clear the flood. After 30 seconds with no sign of life the engine suddenly started to sputter and cough. Spurts of hot brown air began to come out of the exhaust pipe, nailing Mike's crotch and burning his eyes.

Scott stopped cranking and the engine sputtered for a couple of seconds longer before going silent. "Come on you fucker! I'm late! Start, dammit!" Scott yelled at the car. Again he cranked, but this time the engine began sputtering and coughing almost immediately. When Scott let up on the starter this time the engine kept running, a slow loping chugging sound as the engine tried mightily to clear the excess gas. Now Mike's crotch was being blasted with a constant stream of hot smoky exhaust. As the engine picked up speed the blast intensified. Mike had to keep his eyes closed now because the smoke was burning them. And he tried to hold his breath, even though he knew that it was futile since he was gonna be stuck here for longer then he could hold it. His dick, however, was loving every minute of this. He wasn't even stroking it. Without even realizing it, he had started squeezing his dick through his shorts as he tried to protect it from the pounding exhaust that was screaming out of the pipe.

Finally the engine was roaring at an incredible pitch, seemingly cleared of all the extra gas, when Scott let the engine idle down. The idle was still loping, and when Scott punched the gas once more the engine didn't rev up normal, but instead stumbled and sputtered, still slightly flooded. Scott began pounding the gas in long hard stokes, holding it to the floor for 3 or 4 seconds each time. Then he picked up the tempo. Faster and faster he was pumping the gas until he was only holding it to the floor for maybe half a second. Blast after blast of hot exhaust beat on Mike's cock. Totally petrified now, and certain that he was going to die in this garage Mike all of a sudden became aware of the fact that his dick was incredibly hard. Without warning Mike's young dick exploded inside his shorts, with squirt after squirt of cum filling Mike's underwear with his young manjuice. At the same time Scott decided to hold the gas to the floor one last time for several seconds. Finally he let the engine idle down, seemingly satisfied that it was running ok.

As Mike heard the familiar clunk as the car shifted into drive he looked down at himself, totally covered in black soot, and knowing that his underwear was filled with his cum. Realizing that his mom would be home in an hour, he knew he'd better get cleaned up somehow. But more importantly, he was already trying to figure out how he could have another incredible experience like the one he'd just had.