Helping Raymond by Revitup Man

While she was filling out the lease and other paperwork he’d need to sign Jim had a chance to look around the living room at the pictures of various family gatherings. If Raymond was the one he guessed, Jim was looking forward to meeting him. Since Mrs. Johnson had seemed pretty comfortable about it, Jim was brave enough to ask more about Raymond. He’s pretty typical, she’d replied. He goes to Jersey City State, isn’t sure what to major in, and spends all his free time messing around with that awful car. Jim’s ears perked up immediately. Mrs. Johnson had already moved back to telling Jim about Raymond’s education, but Jim managed to steer the conversation back to the car. Oh, you know, she said. Every teenage boy seems to have a fixation with cars. Raymond’s no different. It’s a 71 Fury. He spends all his free time out there working on it. I didn’t think he was actually getting anywhere, but a few weeks ago he came to the dinner table covered in grease and announced proudly that it had actually started and ran for a few minutes.

Jim hadn’t noticed an old car out front, or in the backyard when she’d shown him the garden and back entrance to his apartment, so he asked where Raymond kept it. It’s in the backyard. He was actually able to put it next to the train tracks behind the warehouse back there. I told him I didn’t want it sitting in the middle of the yard for me to look out the kitchen window at every morning. He checked with the people at the warehouse and they said it’d be fine back there out of sight.

After Jim had been living in the apartment for a few days he decided to take a closer look at the car. He was leaving to go to the store for something and nonchalantly sauntered back behind the warehouse. It was summer and he didn’t expect to see anyone so he’d just thrown on a tshirt and a pair of running shorts, along with his converse hightops. Mrs. Johnson wasn’t kidding. The car was easily 50 –75 feet back, out of view of anything since the back of the warehouse was just a solid brick wall, 2 stories tall, and on the other side were the train tracks and more warehouses on the other side of them. The car itself was incredible! The body was slightly rusted but didn’t appear to have been in any accidents. It was a very dull gold color that had long since lost the metallic finish it must have once had. Inside the seats had the deluxe textured cloth upholstery. They looked pretty worn, but only had a few small tears where the driver’s butt and center of his back would go. Then Jim noticed the monstrous floor mounted gas pedal and huge brake pedal so common in cars of that era. He could just imagine how much Raymond must’ve had to pump that accelerator the day he finally got the car started.

Then Jim walked around to the back of the car to check out the exhaust on it. The left side of the car had been driven up onto wheel stands so it was easy to look under. Much to his surprise the tailpipe was shiny and new! Raymond must’ve just replaced it. It looked very similar to what Jim remembered that Furys from the early 70s had. Single pipe on the left, tucked fairly high to the bumper, and bending down slightly at the end. This one actually pointed more downward, but was otherwise almost the same as what he expected. Jim reached out and touched it for a few seconds, imagining the smoky exhaust that must pour out of it every time the engine on the car was started. I wonder if he’s gotten the engine running any better yet? Jim thought. It must have a lot of problems if Raymond was happy to get it going for just a few minutes.

As Jim let go of the pipe and began to stand up he nearly jumped out of his skin. Raymond was about 10 feet away walking towards the car! Hi there! He said. It’s not much to look at yet, but so far I’ve been concentrating on getting it running, and not worrying about the outside. You must be Jim. I’m Raymond. My mother warned me about you. Even though Jim’s heart was still beating fast at being surprised, he couldn’t help but notice that Raymond was even cuter then the photos he’d seen. Even though he was small, maybe 5’3" and 120, he was perfectly proportioned and had an award winning smile with some of the biggest dimples Jim had ever seen. What do you think? He asked Jim. Still dazzled by his looks, Jim almost responded too cute for words, but then realized that Raymond was referring to the car. Not bad, he said, about a second too slow. I’ve always loved older cars like this. After your mom gave such a glowing review of yours I wanted to check it out.

Yeah. Uh huh. Sure she did. She still doesn’t believe that it’ll be on the road anytime soon. I still need to do some work on the brakes, and the carb’s still a little wacko, but it runs pretty well now. Other then that I just need to find a couple of rattles in the new exhaust system. I put it on myself and have retightened every bolt on it three times, but when I rev the engine to certain speeds it still rattles. I've gone crazy trying to find them.

I’ll help! Jim heard himself saying a little too eagerly. Let me get under the car and you go ahead and start it up. That way I can try to pinpoint the rattle while it’s happening. With you revving the engine it should be a snap! Before Jim had any time to wonder if he sounded strange Raymond was already smiling, saying great! and climbing up onto the edge of the elevated driver’s seat. Not wanting to miss what might be a once in a lifetime experience, Jim immediately walked to the back of the car, sat down and leaned underneath it. From this position he knew that the exhaust would hit him squarely on the crotch, and when he tipped his head back he had a view of Raymond’s left Adidas planted on the ground with his calf pulled taught as he stretched his leg to sit on the seat.

Whack whack whack, Raymond slapped the gas pedal to the floor several times. It runs a little rough when it’s cold, Jim heard Raymond shout down to him. The rattle doesn’t happen until the engine’s running a bit smoother, so be patient. In fact, you may not want to lie under there just yet. I don’t want you to get totally gassed from the fumes. Had Jim’s ears worked correctly? It would be several minutes before he could even start to solve the problem? Don’t worry. he said. I’m sure I can handle it. Besides, I’m down here now.

All right then. Here she goes! With that Raymond hit the starter. The familiar sound of a Chrysler starter assaulted Jim’s ears. Whack whack whack. Again Raymond’s foot stomped on the gas. On and on the starter ground. 10, 15, 20 seconds he kept at it. Finally Raymond stopped. Come on! I’ve finally got someone to help me and now you won’t start. Again the starter cranked and again Jim heard the thumping of Raymond pounding on the gas. This time the starter picked up speed, the engine almost starting. The car was bouncing slightly as Raymond was evidently putting his whole body into pumping the gas. Jim looked over at Raymond’s left leg and saw that the calf muscle was flexing and unflexing with each bounce of the car.

Again the car hadn’t started when Raymond gave up. By now Jim’s dick was rock hard in anticipation of what the engine was going to run like once it started. Suddenly there was Raymond’s face, upside down but appearing right-side up since both their heads were upside down, smiling at him under the edge of the car. Third time’s the charm, hey! Even though she and I haven’t taken a trip together yet I’ve spent enough time with her, working on her, getting her warmed up, massaging her accelerator, I know what she likes. Hang on.

With that his face disappeared and the familiar cranking began again. This time there was no slamming of the gas. Just steady cranking of the engine. Several times the starter’s speed increased as if it was about to start, only to drop back to it’s regular speed. Finally, without warning, the starter’s tempo quickened substantially. All of a sudden the engine sputtered to life. The sound of the starter was replaced with a new sound. That of a flooded V8 Chrysler trying to establish life. Jim leaned his head forward to watch large puffs of brown smoke pour out of the shiny tailpipe and assault his crotch. His rockhard dick was throbbing in delight as the exhaust pounded on it and then rolled down his hairy legs and out behind the car. Thankfully the radiator’s fan was forcing enough fresh air under the car from the front so that Jim didn’t have any trouble breathing.

Gradually the engine purged the extra gas and began to pick up speed. Raymond, apparently satisfied that the flood was cleared enough that the engine wouldn’t stall, let off on the gas, but the engine immediately faltered, so he quickly slammed it back to the floor, causing it to sputter and die. Again Raymond’s smiling face appeared under the car’s frame. You all right down there? I told you it might be better to have waited until she was running before you got under there. But she’ll be fine in a second.

No, I’m fine, Jim said. Actually the fan blows plenty of fresh air my way. Take as long as you need to get her running. Once I start to hear the rattling I’ll try to find it. With that Raymond’s face again disappeared, leaving Jim with the not unpleasant view of his leg tensing and relaxing over and over as he furiously pumped the car. This time when he hit the starter, though, it fired almost immediately. Once it started Raymond kept pounding the gas with an amazing intensity. Over and over the engine would struggle to rev up, but before it got very fast he’d let off the gas again. For at least a minute Raymond kept up his rapidfire pumping, causing thick brown smoke to billow from the exhaust, slamming Jim’s hot crotch with ever hotter exhaust as the engine warmed up. Finally Raymond held the gas constant and let the engine rev up as the engine cleared out. After a couple of minutes of this the engine seemed totally warmed up and cleared out. Jim, on the other hand, was totally worked up and his dick was begging for relief, not at all cleared out. He always had lots of precum, and at this point he was sure that it must be showing through his shorts unless the blast from the tailpipe had been enough to keep them dry.

With the engine idling nicely and the exhaust rumbling contentedly Jim looked back at Raymond’s leg just as the other one appeared. Then Raymond crouched down and his face appeared one more time. This time kind of sideways. I can’t believe you’re still waiting so patiently. You’re a great sport to hang out like this. Especially since it looks like you’re covered in soot and moisture from the exhaust. Your shorts seem to be covered in wet black crud! Anyway, now I think we can check for the rattles.

Jim hadn’t heard any yet, and the engine had certainly been revving pretty hard, he pointed out as he wondered if Raymond even had a clue why his shorts were so wet. Raymond responded that it didn’t rattle until he revved the engine really hard, which he’d now do and once he found the rattly spot he’d hold it there to give Jim a chance to find the rattle.

At that Raymond’s face disappeared once more and Jim heard the engine rev faster and louder then he thought he’d ever heard an engine rev. Finally, with the engine screaming well into the redzone he detected a slight rattle somewhere but it seemed to be actually coming from the engine compartment somewhere and not the exhaust system. Raymond pumped the gas a little, making the rattle come and go which drove Jim crazy, almost making him lose his load in his shorts.

The engine slowed to the rumbling idle and Jim turned to look back towards the driver’s door. Raymond was now crouching on all fours and crawling under the car. The rattle seems to be in the engine rather then in the exhaust system. Jim said. And besides, if it doesn’t appear until the engine’s revving that fast it shouldn’t be too much of a problem.

I know. Raymond replied.

What do you mean, you know. Jim asked, confused now as to why Raymond had asked for his help.

I have to confess, Raymond admitted, that I hadn’t just walked up to you when I introduced myself. I saw you leave your apartment and walk back here so I followed you and watched you checking out the car. Especially the point when you stopped behind the car and appeared to be carressing the tailpipe for nearly a minute. Taking a chance that you might be into revving big engines, like me, I came up with the first excuse I could think of for you to hang out and watch while I revved her up a bit. I hadn’t expected you to climb under the car like this but every time I looked under your dick was obviously hard, so I figured you were enjoying yourself. I hope you’re not mad at me. I realize that you’re now covered in soot and you may be totally embarrassed so I’ll understand if you tell me to fuck off and never talk to you again. Raymond stared into Jim’s eyes with a worried look on his face.

For the first time since Raymond and Jim met Jim took the time to look over his entire body. When he got to his crotch he noticed a distinct bulge there. You seem to have enjoyed this quite a bit too, Jim commented.

Raymond smiled big again and admitted that he was about to explode. He leaned forward and gave Jim a quick kiss on the lips. I’d love it if we could find some relief together, he said.

With that Jim climbed out from under the car and they stood facing each other beside the purring automobile. Take off your clothes, Jim commanded, as he began to do the same. Get in. With Raymond nude in the driver’s seat Jim climbed in on top, facing backwards stradling Raymond’s lap on his knees. Raymond wrapped his arms around Jim and they began to kiss. As the kiss grew into one of the most passionate ones that either had ever experienced, Raymond’s foot found the gas pedal. With the first rev both of their cocks twitched at the sound. Soon Raymond was revving the engine even more furiously then he had when Jim was under the car. Not able to hold out any longer, Jim reached down and began massaging their cocks together in time with the revving engine. As horny as they were it took no time before they both exploded in the most intense orgasms they’d ever experienced.