Rev it up!
Stories
My Neighbor by Revitup Man
I’d been living in my apartment for about 2 years when he moved in across the street. It was winter and I remember watching him and his friends trudge through the snow back and forth from his car into the building with all of his belongings. He was a beautiful Peurto Rican man. Probably about 5’10" and very muscular, with a buzz haircut and big brown eyes. His car was an aging Monte Carlo, probably 10 years old, maroon with chrome wheels and dual tailpipes out the back. Typical macho straight guy car. Oh well, he was probably a little too butch for me anyway, and besides, it looked like there was a baby seat in the back, but, oh, was he gorgeous.
A few days later I was sitting in my kitchen eating breakfast when I heard a car revving out on the street. Since it was winter, I wasn’t too surprised, but I still got up to look. I’ve always been turned on by that sound, especially when there’s a hot guy pumping the accelerator. I looked out the window to see what car it was, and saw that it was the maroon Monte Carlo and man he was revving the engine fast! He wasn’t really pumping the gas. In fact the engine’s speed was perfectly constant, but it must’ve been about 3500 RPMs. Thick blue smoke was coming out one of the tailpipes, so there must’ve been something wrong with the engine, that he had to do this.
My dick was starting to get hard at this. Watching this gorgeous man out there revving up this totally masculine car. Involuntarily I reached into my boxer shorts and began squeezing my cock. Not really to make myself cum, but just to intensify my feelings at the moment. After a couple of minutes of this he let the engine slow down some, but still not to a normal idle. Then he pumped the gas a couple of times before putting the car in drive and leaving.
The next morning I looked out the window as soon as I got up to see if the car was there again. Maybe he’d put on another show for me. Sure enough, the car was sitting right across the street. This time I got my bowl of corn flakes and sat on a stool by the living room window, waiting. As soon as I sat down and started to eat he came walking out of the building. Immediately my dick started to tense up in anticipation of what was gonna happen.
I put down my cereal and reached into my underwear and wrapped my fingers around my cock. Not wanting to even blink, lest I should miss the show, I stared hard down at the car. He got in and took the club off his steering wheel. As I could see his right hand moving towards the ignition with the key my dick increased to full mast. He put the key in and turned. The engine ground a few times but didn’t start. Again he turned the key. And again the engine didn’t start. Five or six times he did this. Each time the engine sounded a little bit closer to starting, but each time no dice.
By this point my dick was dripping with anticipation. I wasn’t so sure that he would get the car started now. Surely he was going to run the battery down instead. But patiently he kept trying the starter for a few seconds and then letting it rest for 10 or so. I wondered how much he was pumping the gas. Was he pumping hard, trying to will the car to start, or was he barely giving it any gas at all, afraid of flooding it. And most important I wondered if he was feeling the same as me. Was his dick getting hard thinking about how he was going to be revving the engine, feeling it’s strong, although not quite healthy, power beneath his foot?
Finally the engine started, and just like yesterday, he revved it up to a steady 3500 RPMs and held it there for several minutes. Again he let it back down close to idle, pumped it a few times and drove off. This time, though, I was so horny from the anticipation that I started pumping my dick once the engine started, so that by the time he was pumping the gas, I was squirting cum in my boxers before throwing out my now soggy corn flakes.
That evening before going to bed I looked out the window to see if he had parked across the street again. His car was there again, but this time I noticed something different. A for sale sign in the window. Ugggghhh! He can’t sell this car. I’m having too much fun with it.
The next morning I’ve set my alarm early. Not wanting to miss the show, but not wanting to miss breakfast either, I get up 15 minutes early and eat a bowl of corn flakes. Finishing my cereal I go sit in my seat by the window, and like clockwork, he comes out of the building across the street. Today it’s quite a bit colder than it’s been, so I wonder if he will get the car started at all.
Instinctively my left hand goes in my boxers, my dick immediately starting to grow, both from the contact, and from the anticipation of what’s about to happen. I watch as he removes the club, and calmly reaches behind the steering wheel with the key. Turning the key it immediately becomes obvious that this will be difficult. Slowly grinding, the car sounds terrible.
Still, he remains patient. Crank for a few seconds, sit for 10. On and on he keeps doing this. Today is taking much longer than the past days. He must be getting tired of this, yet he sticks to his pattern. My dick now is leaping at the sound of the starter. Each time thinking that this will surely be the time. I’m rubbing generous quantities of precum all over it now, about to explode from the anticipation. After about 20 minutes of this I’m about to give up hope. I’m late for work now, and the car is no closer to starting. But I’m too fascinated to give up. He’s so beautiful, and so patient, and the butch car is so unwilling.
Finally a sputter from the car, and a little waft of blue out of the tailpipe. This time I have to let go of my dick to prevent myself from cumming. Next try. Vroom! Today, either because he’s late and now in a hurry, or because he’s finally lost his patience, he starts pumping the gas pedal. Revving the engine way harder than he’s ever done before, big billows of blue smoke are coming out of the tailpipe, filling the street. On about the fourth rev I’m already cumming. I’ve been primed for so long this morning that I can’t hold it back. Gobs and gobs of white fluid fill my boxers as he continues to pump the gas.
Finally I can’t squirt anymore so I just sit there holding my still hard cock as he continues to pump the accelerator. Finally he settles back into his old routine, except this time he’s holding the engine steady at what must be 5,000 RPMs.
Totally late for work now, I quickly wipe up and get dressed, hoping to get out to the street and hear the car close up before he drives away, maybe get a closer look at his face and see if he is getting turned on at all by this, or whether he’s just frustrated at the time it’s taken. I get outside and the engine is idling, but he hasn’t left yet. I cross the street and look at his through the window, seeing him from closer than ever before. Staring straight ahead he’s given me a chance to get a good look at his profile. No expression on his face. As I’m walking behind his car he gives the engine one more blood curdling rev before driving away, causing a shiver of delight to go down my spine as I’m completely engulfed in the hot blast of exhaust.
Unfortunately he must’ve sold the car that day. The next morning when I went to the window it wasn’t there. Instead I saw him leave the building and walk away on foot.