Mark's Reminiscences by Rev Lover

 Mark was 16 years old and had only had his driver's license for 2 months. He was a Junior in high school and on the cross country team. He has a muscular build at 5' 9" and 185 pounds. He was popular in school. He had a side of his psyche that he was trying to come to terms with. Everysince he was about 10 years old he had been very interested in the sound and sights if someone revved up a car. Now he loved to hear the roar of an engine. He was aroused by it and wasn't sure what how to deal with it. Still he loved it.

He first was scared by it. Just after his mom, a teacher, and dad were divorced his mom's car began to really act up. Several times the car, a '66 Chevy station wagon, would not start when his mom was leaving for school. Mark rode with her, since she taught at his elementary school. When the car didn't start, his mom had to try to find another teacher to ask for a ride. Even at 8 years old he knew it was very hard on his mom to have the car do such things in addition to the pain she still felt from the divorce.

Now as he drove out in the country in the Chevy wagon he thought back:

Lots of days the car started fine. It was only 5 years old and was actually a nice car. But a some days it was hard to start and when it did it sputtered, shook and blew black smoke out of the tailpipe. His mom would floor the gas pedal to keep it running. It would start to run better and rev up. Most of the time his mom revved it up several times until it would run smoothly. Then she would back up and they would go. There was a lot of smoke in the air when they backed up on those days.

He remembered one day when they were very late. Mark hadn't got dressed when he should have. Also the phone rang just as they were leaving the apartment. Then the car acted up. It would almost start and then die. It took a long time to get it started. When it started it shook and sputtered for a long time. Mark's mom held the gas pedal to the floor and he could see that she was very frustrated and angry. Finally the car started to rev up.

Instead of releasing her foot and working the gas pedal to rev it up like she usually did, his mom kept it floored. The car let out a whining roar and vibrated. Mark could feel the vibrations in floor boards. His mom kept the pedal to the floor and the car literally screamed. Mark was getting scared. The car was making a screaming roar and starting to shake and make banging and popping sounds. He was afraid his mom would make the engine blow up. She kept the pedal floored as the engine screamed. He looked back and black and brown smoke from the tailpipe had filled the whole parking lot of the apartments. Now loud pops and bangs were coming from the tailpipe and the car was shuddering and shaking. The shaking and popping went away and the car continued to scream. After what must have been almost of a minute of holding it floored his mom released the gas pedal.

Mark was so scared he didn't say anything. He could see that his mom was really mad anyway. Neither said anything all the way to school. That night his mom came to him and talked to him that morning. He said that it had scared him to hear it roar like that and he had been afraid that she would make the engine blow up. She explained that she had been very, very mad at the car for not starting. She apologized and said that she felt kind of embarrassed after she did it. She explained that if the engine had blown up that it would not have hurt them. It would have made a noise and lots of smoke and then died. If the engine had been hurt she would either had to have it fixed, replaced, or they would get a different car. The car was hard to start several times before and after school in the next two weeks.

After school every day Mark would go to the library to read and wait for his mom to finish her work. They'd meet at the car at 4:00. When it was really cold his mom usually went and started the car to warm it up a bit early and then waited for him. He had learned to peek out of the library window about 5 minutes to 4:00. If the car had a long plume of white exhaust puffing out of the tailpipe he could go meet his mom. Some days he watched her start it. A puff of blue smoke came from the tailpipe when it started. Soon the white exhaust appeared and blew out of the tailpipe in long plumes as his mom pumped the gas pedal.

This day he peeked out the window to see if she was there yet. Puffs of blue and white smoke were coming from the tailpipe at times but it didn't look like the engine was running right. After about a minute black smoke began to pour out of the tailpipe in pulsating puffs. The car must have been hard to start and his mom was having to floor it. The black smoke poured out of the tailpipe and began to blow further and further. Then the smoke was blowing out of the tailpipe and across the ground for almost 30 feet. The smoke was thick and a dark gray. I looked like a rocket taking off.

Then he noticed the sound. The engine was revving all out. The smoke thinned and turned to a lighter gray with big brown puffs in the blasting plume. The roar of the car was easy to hear even in the library. His mom was keeping the pedal floored. After about 5 seconds the tailpipe started shooting big black puffs of smoke with the brown and gray. Mark could hear a loud bang everytime the tailpipe shot black smoke. Still his mom kept her foot to the floor and her car screamed. She kept it floored and made it scream and bang. Mark wasn't scared this time because he was in the library and his mom had said that if she blew up the engine she wouldn't be hurt.

Still, he began to think she was going to make it blow up because she just kept it floored. A huge cloud of smoke hung in the parking lot as his mom held her foot to the floor. Gray and brown smoke blew way out of the tailpipe and the car really roared. Finally she let up on the gas pedal and big cloud of blue smoke poured out of the tailpipe. This time seemed much longer then the last time she punished the car. It had to have been at least two or three minutes. Mark picked up his books and headed for the car.

She had stopped flooring it when he got there. His mom knew he had probably heard the roar, so when he got in she said she was sorry. It had been a bad day today and she had gotten really mad when the car wouldn't start again. Mark said he understood. He was thinking that it was pretty neat to see her floor it and make it roar and smoke like that. For some reason he liked it.

The next Saturday his mom took the car to a repair shop and after that it didn't act up anymore. He still liked to hear the roar if a car revved up though.

Years later, when he was 13 they still had the station wagon. It was a good car and his mom seemed to like it. When the muffler rusted out they drove the car for a week with it being really loud. Mark thought that the sound was really cool and noticed that his mom revved it up more. He told her that it sounded cool one day when they were driving out on the main highway. She put it in neutral and revved it up. It really roared when she floored it and Mark noticed his mom smiled while she was revving it up for him. Later, after they came out of the store and got in the car: She started it, smiled at Mark and revved it up. He really liked it and called his mom a hot rod. She smiled and said that Saturday when the car went to the shop, maybe she would have a glasspack put on it.

Mark acted like he didn't know what a glasspack was so she had to explain. She told him that it was a type of loud muffler and that her first car had them when she was growing up. Actually, he knew all about glasspacks. The sound of a loud engine revving up was making him get hardons now. He was already having fantasies and masturbating about this at night in his room.

His mom had a glasspack put on the wagon and Mark was in heaven. He now had an afternoon routine. He went and got the keys from his mom at 5 minutes to 4:00 so that he could warm the car up for her. He loved cold weather when the exhaust was a thick white. He would start the car and watch the exhaust in the side mirror. He would play with the gas pedal and make the tailpipe blow big puffs and make a deep VROOM. A few times he got a bit carried away and got real loud. The tailpipe's roar could be heard in the school. His mom said it was just a boy having some fun. She would tell him that people had heard the tailpipe and to be careful. He would nod like a good boy. She thought nothing of it.

What she didn't know was that Mark was getting rock hard from revving her car. The wagon was kind of a classic now and his mom kept in great shape. She even had a chrome tip put on the tailpipe. She seemed to enjoy revving it now too and made the tailpipe roar for Mark often.

Mark was stroking his hard shaft almost every night to the mental images of the sound and sight of the car. Some nights he would fixate on a recent rev up he had heard somewhere else. Like when one of the high school boys that worked at the grocery store revved up his Ford. It had chrome dual pipes and it really let out a roar and cloud of blue smoke. He didn't care who it was. If they revved up, he paid attention.

Mark hated to have to go to the 9th grade since it meant going to a different school. Now his daily routine of revving was over. He would still start it for his mom at the apartment most mornings though.

Back from his memories of the past, Mark was out in the country now. He was looking for a place to park the car so he could rev it up. In the two months that he'd had his license he had taken the car at least once a week, just to park somewhere and rev the engine. There was a lot of ice and the normal places he parked weren't available. He cruised around looking for a spot getting anxious. He didn't get many chances to take the car out and rev it up. When he got the chance he came out here, revved it and stroked his shaft. He loved to rev it and watch the tailpipe blow smoke. The aging glasspack muffler really sounded nice when he floored the pedal. He would rev up and watch the tailpipe until cum erupted from his hot shaft.

Finally he found what looked like a good spot. He stopped and backed into a dirt side road. As soon as he backed in he knew he had made a mistake. The dirt road went down away from the paved road. He was sure that the ice was going to make it difficult to get back on the paved road. He had driven out here with a hardon and was going to get it on with the car until he lost his load. Now it looked like something different was going to happen. He tried to go forward back onto the road. Sure enough all that happened was he went forward about 3 feet and the tire spun. He backed up and tried it again getting no farther. He pushed the gas down about halfway. The wagon didn't move any further.

He backed up again and took off with the pedal halfway down. The wagon moved forward spinning the tire with the tailpipe roaring and blowing a huge white plume out beside the car. Mark noticed the sound of the tailpipe as he went forward. He glanced in the side mirror and saw a long pulstating plume of white exhaust from the tailpipe. He tried rocking the car back and forth where it was. He went rythmically back and forth from low to reverse. It wasn't making much difference. Soon he was pushing the gas a long ways with each try and the tailpipe was roaring. A cloud of exhaust enveloped the car as he tried to get it out. It wasn't moving, so he was watching in the side mirror. The exhaust plume increased and decreased with each thrust of his foot. Even though he was in trouble, the sound of the tailpipe and sight of the exhaust was making him hard. He tried one more time and floored it. The tailpipe roared and blew a lot of gray smoke but he hadn't moved. He was really hard now.

He was getting pretty nervous. If he didn't get out he was going to have to explain what he was doing out there. He backed up even further, put it low and made a run. When he got to the place where the pitch of the ground changed he floored the pedal with full force. The tailpipe let out a high pitched scream that drowned out all of the sound of the spinning tire. A huge plume of gray and brown smoke billowed out of the screaming tailpipe. The wagon was moving a little. The sight of the roaring tailpipe blowing the dark smoke made Mark remember his mom holding the pedal floored several years earlier. He was really hard and getting hot. The wagon moved a bit further and then progress stopped. He made it a lot closer to the road this time. He was confident now that if he had another run and spun hard he could make it. He was so aroused from the roar and smoke that precum was beginning to drip from his hot cock. He backed up even further and unzipped his pants.

He sat a looked ahead then he started massaging his hard shaft and revving the engine. He stroked and revved until there a big cloud of blue smoke in the air. He watched the tailpipe blow the smoke as he massaged his cock. He had the window down to hear the roar of the tailpipe when he revved the engine. Then he put the transmission in low and slammed his foot to the floor. The tailpipe screamed and the wagon surged forward spinning the tire wildly. The speedometer said 50 mph in low gear with Mark's foot holding the gas hard to the floor. The wagon made it almost out with front wheels on the main road. Mark looked in the mirror at the smoke from the screaming tailpipe.

Every now and then the engine backfired like it had when his mom had held it floored. When it did, the tailpipe shot a puff of dark black smoke. The wagon had slowed to a steady crawl but it was moving. Mark listened to the scream of the tailpipe and the backfiring & started stroking his cock. The wagon was inching along. The smoke from the tailpipe changed to a vivid blue with gray puffs and streaks and backfiring went away. He watched the smoke pour out of the tailpipe in the side mirror as the engine screamed. This was fantastic; he was able to hold the pedal floored and make the engine scream while he stroked his cock. He had never held the pedal down for more than a few seconds before. His mom had held her foot to the floor for over a minute before, so he kept his foot on the floor and enjoyed sights and sounds. The wagon was going to make it. Mark was so excited that cum began to erupt from his hot shaft. As he felt the cum begin to release he looked down and saw four huge jets of cum pour from his cock. He kept the pedal floored and the engine screaming as he watched the cum fly in the air and land on the steering wheel and even the dashboard.

The release made his knees weak and it was all he could do to keep the pedal floored. His vision blurred from the pleasure, but he had to keep the screaming wagon moving. He was able to do it and in a few seconds the rear tires reached the road. The wagon lurched onto the pavement and he was safe. He looked behind the car and there was a big dark cloud in the air from the exhaust smoke. He looked in the mirror and the tailpipe was puffing wisps of blue smoke as the hot engine rested. The old wagon sat in the road and purred. Mark was relieved and drained. He cleaned up the enormous amount of cum and started for home. He got home a bit late, but his mom didn't mind.

For night after night the experience of being stuck in the screaming station wagon made him shoot volumes of cum.