Tony's Truck by Revitup Man

My usual ride, when i don't feel like trying anything new, is to head down ninth avenue and then cut through the meatpacking district and Tribeca to Battery Park, and then to come back up through the village and 8th Avenue to my apartment in midtown. Today was no different. As usual traffic was bad near the Holland tunnel, so I was riding between the lanes of traffic, keeping an eye out for anyone about to change lanes in front of me.

I got past the tunnel without incident and was approaching the fire station near Houston Street, slowing down since the light had just changed. Parked at the corner with a driver inside was an early 80s Dodge RamCharger. One of those 4X4s that looks similar to the old Chevy Blazers. At the corner there was a car turning who was too close to the parked truck for me to pass, so I stopped alongside the back of the truck. Since I love the feel of exhaust touching my skin I purposely put my foot down directly in front of the sideways pointing tailpipe.

As I was standing there waiting for the light to change the driver blipped the gas pedal, sending a brief blast of hot exhaust out at me. The engine sounded a bit flooded, so I looked down just in time to see a bit of brown smoke coming out of the pipe. As I kept staring at the pipe the driver revved the engine again, this time a bit harder and longer then the last time. The engine was definitely running rich, because this time quite a bit of brown smoke came out.

My cock had already started to grow, tenting the running shorts I wear without underwear when I ride my bike. Suddenly I came to my senses and looked up. The light had long since turned green and the traffic moved on, but I was still standing there. As I looked up my eyes caught the mirror on the driver's door. The driver was staring at me with a little smirk on his face. I almost looked away, feeling like I'd been caught guilty of something, but something about his look told me that he wasn't upset. In fact, he revved the engine again, not hard, but holding it for a couple of seconds at maybe 3000 rpms. As he let it idle back down he smiled at me!

I was shocked. Here was a gorgeous man, crewcut black hair, dark dark brown eyes, tan, goattee, perfect smile, watching me watch him revving his engine and him seeming to enjoy it. Now he turned and leaned out the window. "Hi." He said. "I'm Tony."

I rolled my bike a few feet forward, till I was beside the door and introduced myself. "I'm Jim. This is a pretty hot truck you've got, although it seems a bit flooded right now."

"Yeah, the carburetor needs some work. It tends to flood pretty easy. But I don't have any trouble getting it cleared out, though." With that he stomped on the gas and let the engine rev up hard for several seconds, staring hard into my eyes the whole time. Glancing down at my crotch when he was done he said, "And I might be wrong, but I'd say that you enjoy watching me clear it out too."

I glanced down at my crotch where not only was my dick straining at the fabric of my shorts, but there was a wetspot of precum that was already a couple of inches in diameter. I blushed and smiled and looked towards the back of the truck where a haze of brown smoke from Tony's last big rev was disapating.

"Hey. Don't be embarrassed guy. I enjoy it too." With that he gestured to his crotch, where his dick was straining mightily against the confinement of his jeans. While I was looking in the truck I glanced down at the floor to see what kind of shoes he was wearing. Big brown workboots, very well worn. Judging from Tony's outfit he obviously did some sort of blue collar job, construction maybe, judging from all the tools in the back of the truck. "Sometimes just for kicks I'll go park in a deserted area and flood it on purpose just to see if I can get it started again and cleared out. It's a great stress-reliever." He said with a wink. "And a hell of a lot more fun than punching a pillow. In fact I was just thinking about heading over to a place I know by the West Side Highway where no one ever bothers me. It is Friday night and all. Why don't you park your bike and come along?" With that he gave the engine another quick rev and smiled at me again.

I didn't have to be asked twice! Watching this hot man pumping on this old truck was going to be amazing. And it was a Dodge to boot. I'd get to listen to that funky Dodge starter sound for who knows how long as he flooded it and then tried to clear it! I locked my bike to a nearby scaffolding and hoped in the passenger seat. As soon as the door was closed Tony slid the transmission into drive and stomped on the gas. The truck was off like a rocket. Obviously there was one huge fucking engine up front. Through the open windows I could hear the whoosh from the tailpipe as the engine wound up faster.

After a couple of minutes Tony turned into an empty lot with a few work trucks parked in it, next to an abandoned warehouse. About 100 yards away cars whizzed past on the West side highway. Tony was right. This was a pretty obscure place. The only people likely to come near us would be workers coming for the trucks, and on a Friday evening that seemed pretty unlikely.

As Tony turned off the key he romped on the gas pedal a couple dozen times with his big boots, obviously trying to flood the engine. After about 15 seconds of this he turned the key and began pumping the gas even faster. The starter cranked and cranked, gradually picking up speed as the engine struggled to start through all the gas. Tony stopped cranking and after a couple of sputters the engine died.

Again Tony began his furious pumping and after eight or ten he hit the starter again. After about 20 seconds the engine again sounded like it was struggling to start, but Tony was relentless with the gas. This time when he stopped he turned to me and said, "Maybe if you'd help me. Come sit over here with me and help me pump the gas. Why don't we both take our shoes off first though. I don't know that that'll help, but my feet have been confined in these boots all day, so it'd probably be more comfortable." I took my shoes off and slid over next to him while he took his off and also unzipped his pants.

"No. You need to be even closer." With that he reached behind me and, putting one hand on each hip, proceeded to lift me up and slide me over onto his lap. "There. That's better." He said. He spread his legs a bit so mine could go in between and I'd be able to reach the gas. "Actually," he said, "Let's get even more comfortable." Now he was reaching into my shorts to undo the drawstring. I stood up a little, leaning against his strong chest for support while he pulled first my shorts, and then his jeans and underwear down.

Now I could feel his rock hard cock firmly wedged between my buttcheeks. "Aaaahhhh!" he sighed. "That's much better. Now lets get this baby started. You'd better help me pump this gas."

I put my sweaty sock on top of his, wriggling my toes to get comfortable, and began pushing down on his foot. It was a strange way to pump a gas pedal, but it felt great. Somehow it made the truck seem like a living being, as if Tony's foot were actually part of the pedal. After pumping the gas to the floor at least a dozen times I reached for the starter. At the same time Tony reached into my lap and wrapped his thick fingers around my dick. When I hit the starter I mashed Tony's foot to the floor with all my strength. Tony seemed to really like that. I felt his cock jump mightily at the same time, and his grip on my dick tensed. Now he was breathing heavy, hot exhalations tickling the hair on the back of my neck.

"Oh yeah man." He began whispering at the back of my neck, his nose now gently nuzzling my neck just below my ear. "Make this fucker start. He's been a bad boy and needs to be taught a lesson. Don't let him off easy."

I kept cranking the engine with the pedal still burried under both of our feet. The engine cranked faster and faster. I looked in the rearview mirror and could see wisps of brown smoke coming out of the exhaust pipe as the engine began to sputter and struggle. Tony's dick began to twitch in anticipation of the engine starting. Faster, faster the engine cranked. Finally I let off the starter and the engine sputtered and stumbled loudly, the truck shaking as the engine violently tried to clear the extra gas. After several seconds of this it died.

I could feel my cum welling up inside me, aching to get out. This time the engine had better start because I couldn't hold back much longer. I lifted my foot and hammered the gas several more times, and again wedged the pedal on the floor before cranking the engine. This time it immediately began cranking fast. After only 5 seconds or so I stopped cranking and the engine furiously roared to life. The tachometer climbed very slowly. 1000, 1500, 2000, 2500 where it settled for a bit, but the sound coming from the exhaust was the most intense whooshing noise I'd ever heard. I turned to look beside the truck and thick brown smoke was shooting at least 25 or 30 feet from the truck filling the lot with a haze of exhaust.

The engine kept picking up speed, finally getting up to the trucks 5000 rpm redline before I let off the gas. Tony had a deathgrip on my rock hard dick now and was breathing extremely fast with excitement. Now was time to teach this truck who was boss. I began slamming the pedal to the floor in short hard bursts causing the engine to sputter from all the extra gas it was still trying to clear. Gradually I held the gas down longer and longer with each thrust, allowing the engine to work out the extra gas. While I did this Tony was now pumping my cock in rhythm to our feet, and also thrusting his hips, his dick fucking my buttcrack.

Finally I knew I couldn't hold back any longer and grinding the pedal to the floor for almost a minute I came, rope after rope af white cum heaving from penis all over the dash of the truck and onto Tony's and my legs.

"Oh Yeah, baby!!" Tony shouted over the screaming engine! "SHIT!" he yelled, as his cock exploded betwen us, covering my back and his chest with tons of hot sticky semen.

As he loosed his grip on my dick I let the engine relax back to a smooth purring idle, and let me own body relax also, leaning my head back on Tony's shoulder as he wrapped his beefy arms around my waist and gently hugged me from behind. "That was totally awesome, baby." He said. "You're much better at getting this truck to start then I am. You'll definitely have to help me again."

I knew that I'd be more then happy to help anytime he wanted.