Montana by Rev Lover

 I flew into Billings Montana one summer in early June with a bunch of parts and tools. I had to go out to two mines and three oil fields in Montana and Wyoming to make an update on some equipment. I was scheduled to be in the field for two weeks in order to make all of the changes. There was supposed to a full size van reserved for me at a rental car company that will remain un-named. I landed and picked up my baggage. The rest of my boxes and cases had been air freighted in the day before and were over at air cargo.

I got my bags and got over to rental counter. At the counter, I told them who I was and what was reserved for me. The reservation had been very specific: A full size van. I needed a van in order to get all of the parts and tools in. Also two of the places I had to go were so far from anything that I was going to have to sleep in the van. Otherwise, I'd have a 2 1/2 hour one way drive to anywhere that had a chance of having a motel. The crews at those two sites lived in RV's, I was told and the company paid them for the use of their RV's. If it was winter, I would have been able bunk in with one of the operators. But, in the summer the guys had family with them.

The girl at the counter looked at the computer screen and got a funny look on her face. I knew I was in trouble. She said that the vans were gone, but that they would just upgrade me to a luxury car. It would be a Cadillac and have lots of room. I just about crapped. I told her that there was no sedan that would hold all of my gear. I said I had to have a van or pickup, and the reservation had been really specific. I told her she had to get something like that. She called around to the other counters. No one had anything. I asked her about any offsite places. She said that there weren't any others. Her answer was that a van would be back in a day and a half. I asked where in the hell the van was that I was supposed to get. She said that a corporate renter had invoked a priority clause or something.

I was more or less screwed.

I told her to let me figure something out. I looked in the phone book and found a place that said they rented cars. I called and said that I needed a van or pickup. The person that answered the phone said that they had a van. He said he could see the van in lot, although he wasn't in charge of renting vehicles. I said I would be down. I got a taxi down to the place. I got there and let the taxi go. I went in and waited. As I was waiting, I saw a three guys put a bunch of stuff in the van and leave. Shit....I went up and asked if they had any other vans or a pickup. No more vans, but they had a pickup. The guy took me out in the lot. The pickup was a '79 Dodge and it looked a bit rough.

Right next to the pickup was a huge '73 Oldsmobile station wagon. It looked like it was in fabulous condition. It was a Custom Cruiser, and looked like it was the biggest one they made and like it had all the options. I asked the guy about it. He said it was a great car, but it wasn't a popular rent. It had a 455 in it, only got about 9 or 10 miles to the gallon, and had a loud muffler. I said I didn't care about the mileage, unless I ended up running out of gas and could deal with a loud muffler. He said it had the 27 gallon tank and that the muffler was OK until it was revved up. It looked way better than the pickup to me, since I could sleep in the back of it. I asked how much for two weeks. He said $180.00 a week. That was half of what the damn van was going to be up at the airport. I said to crank it up and let me look it over. He went and got the keys, while I looked at it. It was nice. It was a dark red with the wood grain on the sides and was almost flawless. It had the big chrome roof rack too.

He came out with the keys and started it up. It started right away and let out a loud VROOM. I looked and saw that the tailpipe exited horizontal behind the wheel on the driver's side and was huge. It was 3 inches in diameter and stuck out from under the body quite a ways. It was making a deep, powerful rumble that indicated that there wasn't much of a muffler on it. The guy said that it had a Flowmaster exhaust system. He said the guy he got it from, towed a trailer a lot and had put the exhaust system on to lower the back pressure. It sounded nice to me. So, I filled out all of the paperwork and headed back up to the airport. I had the windows down and noted that the exhaust sounded nice, especially if I left the stoplights quick, on the way back up to the airport.

I went to air freight and pick up all of my gear. The tailgate was one of the kind that went down into the back of the car somehow and the window went up into the top too. The gear fit fine with the rear seat folded down. The rear end squatted a ways from the weight and I hoped that it would be OK. I got in and started it. Then I felt the rear end going up. The dang thing had the GM self leveling air shocks on it and it leveled itself out. It was late Friday afternoon and I was on my way. I had to go down into Wyoming first and had the weekend to get to where I was going. I hit interstate 90 headed east. The old wagon drove fine and the cruise control even worked. I cruised along listening to the radio. I had to have the volume up a ways because of the steady drone of the exhaust. I sped up a bit and the drone went away, but I could still hear plenty of tailpipe.

I was starting to get curious so I rolled the window down. The pipe could be heard easily now. Curiosity got the best of me and put it in neutral and revved it. The 455 made the tailpipe let out a hell of a roar and some nasty sounding pipe rap. I did it again. The old wagon sounded magnificent when it roared and rapped the tailpipe. The flowmaster muffler wasn't doing too much to the 455's exhaust. I was hard in an instant. I had coasted down to 40 while I was rapping the tailpipe. No one was ahead so I put it in second and floored it. The 455 really started roaring through the tailpipe as the wagon accelerated really hard. I took it up to 85 in second and let off. The tailpipe rapped off as beautifully as any I had ever heard. I looked in the side mirror and the tailpipe was puffing a nice amount of blue smoke as it rapped. I let the wagon slow down and rap the tailpipe down to 50 and then floored it again. I got it up to 95 in second and the 455 was screaming through that huge tailpipe. I let off and let it rap & rap & rap while I watched the smoke puff.

I came up on some other traffic and had to mellow out. I got past them and into another long stretch with no one around. I took my hard cock out and started stroking it. I put it in second and floored the pedal. I took it up to 95 again and let the 455 really scream the tailpipe for a while. Precum was beginning to drip from my cock when I let off. The tailpipe rapped & rapped while I watched blue smoke puff out of it. I got down to 60 and could feel the cum starting to move. I stood on the pedal and got it up to 90 with the tailpipe screaming before the cum exploded from my cock. I shot cum all over and kept it floored until the cum quit coming. Then I let it rap down and watched the smoke. I got back to 60 and looked around. There was cum all over my pants, the steering wheel and the seat. I went for a ways and then pulled over. I had some paper towels in my kit, so I used them and cleaned up the cum. There were a couple of wet spots on my pants, but nothing serious.

I had to use the tailgate to get the towels and when I was back there the big tailpipe was rumbling and growling to me. The powerful sound started to get me hard again before I found the towels. I was going to have this car for two weeks. I was going to have to put up with its loud tailpipe for the whole time. Oh what pain......I got the towels and started cleaning up while I was slightly hard. I got my arousal under control and headed up I90 toward the Wyoming border.

I made it into Buffalo Wyoming that night. I had a motel reservation and nothing went wrong getting my room. I looked at my maps and figured out that I was less than a day away from my first stop. I would have Saturday to explore the area. I watched TV for awhile and after a while I was hard again from thinking about how great the wagon sounded. It was late enough to go to sleep anyway so I got undressed and began to stoke my cock while laying on my back on the bed. I thought about the scream that the 455 made come out of the tailpipe when I had the pedal on the floor. Then I watched the smoke and listened to the tremendous pipe rap from the wagon's huge tailpipe in my mind. I looked at my hard shaft as I stroked it and thought about the sound of the wagon when it was doing 95 with its pedal floored. The cum began to well up. I watched the pipe smoke and listened to the tailpipe rap in my mind and then watched as cum shot in long arcs from my shaft.

I cleaned up the cum, turned off the light and drifted off to sleep. During the time I was drifting off I wondered about what other fun things I could do with that nasty sounding old car.

I awoke at 7:00 the next morning. I got up and went down to the little lobby. I asked the clerk where a place was that I could get a good breakfast. She said the best place was down the street about a mile. I picked up a local guide map to figure out where there was anything to see or do. I also told the clerk to book me for the night since I would be able to get to the first site by driving Sunday. I went back out and noticed that even though it was early June there was a chill to the morning air. There was a bit of frost on the Windshield so I stopped by the wagon and went ahead and started it. It started up in an instant and settled to a droning fast idle. A plume of white exhaust began to stream from the tailpipe as I got out and went toward the room. I got a coat and went in the bathroom. The wagon could still be heard clearly droning away outside. I got done and opened the door to the room. I looked across the parking lot and the wagon was droning loudly with a huge plume pouring out of the driver's side. I started getting hard again just watching it.

I went over and got in. The heater had the frost gone already so I blipped the gas pedal to make it come down off of fast idle. It didn't come down so I blipped it a little harder. This time it came off of fast idle, but the tailpipe let out a raspy bark when I punched the pedal. The damned old car had all kinds of tricks to make me hard. I backed out through a cloud of white exhaust and pulled out to the street. I pulled out and stepped down a good ways. Even with the windows up the tailpipe sounded nice. I had to sit in the car for a little bit and get my hardon down before I went in the restaurant.

In the restautant I looked at the map and decided that I would take the highway west of Buffalo. It went up into a mountain range and a national forest. I would just go up there and look around. I'd figure out whatever else as I went along. I ate breakfast and left. I needed to get gas. The wagon didn't get great mileage, and revving on it probably didn't help at all. I got gas and went back to the room. I took all of my parts and tool boxes out and locked them in the room. I found the highway to the west and started toward the mountains. The highway climbed right out of town. The wagon climbed the grades effortlessly. At 55 on the grades the tailpipe sounded very nice. The 455 was kind of loud through the tailpipe, but not a roar because it wasn't really revving. It was just a deep powerful, almost threatening growl as the wagon climbed the grade. I got behind a truck and had to slow to about 25. A sign said the next passing lane was 1 1/2 miles up the hill. I dropped the transmission into low gear and almost stopped in the road until the truck was about 500 feet ahead.

Then I slammed the pedal to the carpet to see how the wagon went when it was floored in low gear. The 455 awoke with a roar and the acceleration pushed me into the seat. The wagon accelerated to 45 in low in a split second and had the tailpipe emitting the now familiar scream. I let off the pedal and let it rap the tailpipe. It slowed down on compression fast and because of the hill it didn't rap the tailpipe for long. The wagon sure had some major power. I lagged back and screamed the tailpipe again up to the truck and then let it rap down again. The passing lane came up and I stood on it again and pulled out around the truck with the tailpipe really blasting. I revved it to the max in low before I shifted to second. The tailpipe started blowing lots of blue smoke and let out several big gray puffs when the 455 was revved to the max. I dropped it to second and the wagon accelerated hard and we were doing 75 in no time. I had a huge hardon again.

I drove on up into the mountains and got my hardon under control. I found a road on the map that led out to a small lake. I drove out to the lake and hiked around the perimiter of it. It took two hours to hike the perimiter trail. In that time only two other cars came in. By the time I got back to the wagon, one had left. This a rather lonely area. I drove back out to the main highway and went further west. It was getting near noon and I thought that there was a ski area or the like further west. I hoped so because I hadn't packed a lunch. I went up until near the summit and there was indeed a place where I could get lunch. I ate and wondered what to do next. A map showed a road that went up to a summit. I decided to go up there. It was quite a climb and it took about 30 minutes to get to the top. The altitude was quite high, some 9000 feet. The wagon ran OK but was showing signs of the effect of the altitude.

When I went to go, I got in and turned the key. The 455 cranked over but didn't start. I cranked it for a few more seconds and then stopped. Without much thought I pumped the gas a few times. I cranked it again and it didn't start right away. It finally started to fire and then it started and ran very rough. I looked in the side mirror and the tailpipe was blowing a plume of black smoke. I realized the altitude had affected the engine and it was running very rich. I revved it a bit and it smoothed out. It had been nice to see the big plume when it started up. No one was around so I opened the door and looked back. I revved it up fairly hard. The tailpipe blew a black puff when I stepped on the pedal and then the 455 revved up and made the tailpipe roar. The tailpipe rapped when I let up and blew a big blue puff as the 455 returned to idle. The rich mixture made it puff black when the pedal was floored and thick blue when the pedal was released. I romped the pedal to the floor hard and fast about 4 or 5 times. The 455 roared and rapped the tailpipe and made it blow quite a nice cloud of smoke. The sound of the tailpipe with the door open was absolutely awesome.

I had a major hardon as I drove down the mountain road. There was no one around. I saw several side roads as I went along. I turned into one and went along it. It was a gravel road that wound along through the forest. I found a little spur and pulled into it. It didn't go far but I turned around at the end looked around. It looked like a great spot to rev up and let the old wagon roar.

I opened the door and started romping on the gas pedal. The 455 made the tailpipe roar & rap so loud that I couldn't beleive it. I stomped the gas pedal and kept the old wagon between roaring and screaming. Black and blue smoke poured out of the huge tailpipe and formed a big drifting cloud. I was rock hard and pulled out my swollen shaft. I stroked my shaft and played with the pedal. Then I kept it revved way up, but without flooring it. The high pitched roar was a beautiful sound. Then I let off the pedal for a spit second and then stepped right back down. The 455 made a rap come out of the tailpipe that could have probably been heard for 1/2 mile. When I stepped back down a big blue puff blew out of the tailpipe. I started keeping it revved and worked the pedal to make it rap the tailpipe a whole bunch of times. I watched the tailpipe puff smoke, listened to it rap, and stroked my shaft. I started stomping the pedal harder and faster until I was stomping it so fast that the 455 was revved to the max making a rapping, screaming sound come out of the tailpipe. Pulsating, blue and black smoke billowed from the screaming tailpipe in a jet across the ground for about 20 feet before it slowed down and added to the drifitng cloud. As I watched the smoke show the 455 was putting on through its screaming, rapping tailpipe I shot several streams of hot cum.

I let the 455 idle down and a huge blue/white puff poured out of the tailpipe. It was as though the wagon was letting out a sigh of relief after putting on such a show. I had my left leg on the ground and had been stomping the pedal with my right foot. I had shot cum all over, but most hit the ground and little on my pant leg. It was an easy cleanup and then it was time to motor on. It was already about 2:00 so I decided to back down to Buffalo.

On the way down the steep grade I used low and second gear and let the wagon rap its tailpipe as much as I could. It sounded great and I watched the puffing blue smoke with another hardon all the way back to my motel room. I watched some TV and ended up hard as a rock again. I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked my shaft to a mental replay of stomping the hell out of the wagon's pedal. I replayed the sights and sounds until I shot cum all over the carpet.