Montana Part II by Rev Lover

 I left for the central part of the state the next morning. I had to go back up the same highway that I had been on Saturday and over the pass. The wagon ran fine and I managed to stay mellow and not romp it or anything. I got back to the summit and pulled into the the little area to get some coffee. I left the wagon idling when I went in. I came out and it was purring nicely. There was a faint color to the exhaust however and it seemed to be plenty rich. I had all day so I got a small screwdriver and popped the hood. As I had suspected, the idle mixture screws were all the way out. That would make it real rich at idle, particularly up at high altitudes. I turned the screws in until the idle leaned out quite a ways and the engine had a slight lean miss. I closed the hood and headed on west.

The highway soon started a series of long downgrades down into the desert valley below. As I went along down the grade on compression the wagon began to backfire and make the tailpipe snap and bang. A lean idle mixture will do that. The wagon was making its tailpipe snap and pop pretty nicley. On a steep section I pulled it down into second at 60. The 455 revved up and rapped the tailpipe a little. Man did it ever backfire. The tailpipe banged and snapped like hell and sounded nice. Another change was that a lot of the blue puffing smoke was gone when slowing down. The sound effects from the tailpipe while slowing down however made it a fair trade.

I got a good rise listening to the tailpipe for the next 18 miles. The road levelled off in a desert valley and seemed to go forever. I ran up to 95 in second and screamed the tailpipe a several times. The loud backfiring when I let off was a treat. The tailpipe puffed some blue smoke when it was rapping when the rpms were way up. The backfiring would start during last part of the rapping and make the tailpipe shoot big puffs of smoke. I got really hard listening to the roar, rapping, and backfiring and watching the smoke.

I mellowed out and drove, and drove. It was miles and miles to anywhere. My hardon subsided and I cruised along. I went through a couple of small towns and got gas at a convenience mart in one town. I looked at the map and it looked like I was about 2/3 of the way to where I was going. I went on to a larger town and stopped at a grocery store and got a styrofoam cooler and stocked it. The first place I was going was one where I would have to sleep in the wagon. I called out to the site to tell them where I was. The person at the site said I was 4 hours away. I made sure I had the right route, because it appeared that the last 40 or more miles was on a gravel road. He said that was right and gave me landmarks. He said they would expect me that night.

I made it out to the work site at about 7:30 that night. I had a good time on the paved road the way out. The wagon sounded real nice at 95 in second and then rapping the tailpipe back down to 50 about five times. The gravel road was absolutely deserted and I pulled over and revved up and made all kinds of noise and a good cloud of smoke just before I got to the site.

I made it to the site and introduced myself and looked over the equipment. I had a couple of beers with the three operators and then it was time to set up the back of the wagon for the night. I moved my equipment boxes and tool cases outside and got out the air matress and sleeping bag. I wasn't all that hard when I went to bed, but it was dark and the wagon had sounded great again. I started getting hard, but I suppressed the urge and went to sleep.

The change out on the equipment went very well and I gained a lot of time over the schedule that I had allowed to do the work. I worked right up until dark, since there was no real reason to stop. I got a shower in one of the RV's that the crew stayed in and went to my quarters in the wagon. I had thought about the roar of the wagon quite a few times during the day. Especially when I would go get something from an equipment box and see that huge 3 inch tailpipe jutting out from under the body.

That night I let it get the best of me. I listened to the sound of the revving 455 in my mind and watched the smoke show that the wagon put on with its tailpipe. I put a towel over my hardon inside my sleeping bag. I was careful to not stroke it so much that it would be visisble if someone looked in through the side window of the car. I barely rubbed my swolen cock and dreamed. In my mind, I watched the hot plume of exhaust blow across the ground when the 455 screamed the tailpipe with pedal hitting the floor over and over. The gentle massage brought the cum up steadily until my cock spasmed and hot cum poured out into the towel with the 455 screaming in my mind's eye.

I got finished at the first site a half a day early. I picked up all my equipment and re-packed it. Then I decided to check out the wagon under the hood fairly thoroughly. I had been revving it quite a bit and it would probably need a quart of oil by now. It needed a quart and I checked the water, transmission, and power steering. I noticed that it didn't have the normal GM HEI electronic ignition distibutor. It had an ealier issue contact points distributor. Everything was fine under the hood.

I said goodbye to the crew and headed on down the road. The gravel road seemed to go on forever. I passed the place where I had revved up a couple of days before. I started thinking about being able to really stand on the pedal. The sound of the engine revved to the max is one of the pleasures of revving. One of the others for me is watching the exhaust blast out from the tailpipe(s), especially when the exhaust is loud. Another pleasure is stomping down on the pedal and making the roar happen. When I had revved up the night before I was really bashing the pedal hard. Bashing the pedal revved the 455 to the max and made it really smoke and scream. I needed to careful not to get carried away and grossly over rev the 455. The idea isn't to damage the engine, the idea is let it rev and make the favorite sounds and sights.

Still, I kept thinking about standing on the pedal and holding it floored for a long time, while I watched the now screaming tailpipe blow smoke. But, you just can't do that without running the risk of screwing up the engine. The wagon looked, ran, and sounded too nice to do anything that would hurt it. I went for about 2 hours thinking. Then I hit on an idea. The engine had a points type distibutor.

A 455 will rev at 4800 to 5000 without much problem. I thought that if the ignition started to go flat at that rpm, then that is all the higher it would rev even if it was floored. I thought that if I tweaked the spring on the points, then they would flutter and hold the rpm down. I wanted to try it. I was on the pavement by then, and made it to the town where I had gotten a motel by 6:30. I got my room, put my bags in it, and then went out to the wagon. I pulled the distributor cap and looked at the points. It would be easy to take a small set of needle nose pliers and bend the flat points spring. I took out a set and gave it a try. I couldn't test them there so I took off out of town. When I got out of town I slowed to about 20 and locked the transmission in low. Then I started speeding up. The weak spring worked fine, except that engine began to a high speed miss and flattened out at about 3600, as it sounded. Still it was a success. I put it in neutral and floored it. It revved up and then leveled off, kind of sputtering and blowing puffs of blue and black smoke.

I pulled over on a side road intersection and parked. I opened the hood and popped the cap. I used the pliers to bend the spring back some. I put the cap back on and went around and started it. I revved it up slowly until it flattened out. It was perfect. The rpm went up to about 4800 or so with the tailpipe howling and then the high speed miss kicked in and it the tailpipe snapped and popped a little. When I pushed the pedal further the roar increased and the tailpipe started blowing some blue and black smoke. I put the pedal all the way to floor and the wagon let out a wonderful screaming roar from its tailpipe. The high speed miss was masked by roar.

I let up and let it idle, then I mashed the pedal to the floor. The 455 revved up and screamed the tailpipe at the perfect, safe rpm. I kept it floored for about 5 seconds and watched the smoke show. Now I could rev and rap the tailpipe or just sit and scream if I wanted to. I put things back together under the hood and pulled back onto the highway. I needed to find a good spot to romp on the pedal and get off.

I went a few miles and a gravel road took off of the highway. I followed it about a half mile and there was little track that led off of it. I followed the track up to the top of a knoll where there was a wide spot that I could turn around in. I turned the wagon around and from where I was I had view of any approaching vehicles and was off of the highway far enough to not be seen. The sun had just set and twilight was starting. I was ready to roar, smoke, scream, or whatever came to mind and the 455 was ready to do it.

I opened the door, leaned out and put the pedal into carpet. The 455 revved up and made the tailpipe do its trademark scream. A dark pulstating plume of exhaust blew out of the tailpipe and across the ground for almost 20 feet. I kept the pedal on the floor and watched the exhaust start forming a dark cloud as it slowed down and started to rise. The air was filled with the high pitched roar of the 455 revving to the max as the cloud grew in size. I kept the pedal hard to the floor for almost 10 seconds, enjoying the sensation of mashing it down while I listened to the result. The cum was beginning to drip from my cock already. I let up on the gas and the 455 rapped the tailpipe and blew a huge puff of blue/white smoke when it idled down. A large dark cloud was rising skyward off to the side of the wagon.

Then I started revving it to rap the tailpipe. The 455 roared and rapped the hell out of the pipe and generated large amounts of smoke out of the tailpipe in a thick plume. I rapped for quite a while and was soon really power pumping the pedal. The wagon was rocking, swaying,and bouncing from the torque of the wildly revving 455. I was flooring the gas as hard and fast I physically could and the sensation was making the cum build fast. A wind gust came up and started blowing the exhaust smoke across the ground and into the open door. I had the windows down so the smoke poured into and through the car. I was ready to explode in my pants, so I pulled out my swollen cock. I rammed the pedal to the floor and kept it there. The wagon and I sat in a cloud of smoke with my foot on the floor. I let it scream while I stroked my cock. The wagon didn't have to scream for very long, since it had gotten me very hot. In a few seconds of holding it floored, I began to shoot cum. I kept it floored until the cum stopped and then let up and watched the huge blue/white puff rise behind the car.

The experience was a milestone. I had fantasized about revving higher and higher until I just held it floored. The rush from getting to do it was tremendous and the sensation when I came was very powerful. It was just awesome to see the smoke jetting from the screaming pipe and to feel the muscles in my leg holding the pedal down as hard as I could to make the it scream like that. I had my right leg out and my left foot on the pedal so that the cum just launched into the air and landed on the ground outside the door. It was an impressive amount. There were three large pools of cum on the sandy soil near the open door. I got out to get my pants re-zipped and walked back by the rear of the wagon. As I looked back over the wagon in the gathering dusk, there was a low hanging cloud of smoke moving slowly away over the grass and sage. The wagon just sat and purred with its now very familiar rumble out of the tailpipe.

I went back to town and my room. I watched TV and then went to bed. I didn't get hard again that night. Holding it floored and shooting a load must have completely drained my anatomy of cum and mentally satiated my desires too.