After the Picnic by Rev Lover

 Matt and I were going to to a picnic. It was a sort of a class reunion for several years of students from our small high school. We decided to drive Matt's car, a '69 Torino. It was a nice looking and sounding old car. The 351 used oil, but it ran strong. The Torino was raised up in the back in order for set of wide tires on Cragar SS's to clear the wheel wells. For exhausts it had small glasspacks with pipes that angled down and ended under the floorboards just ahead of the rearend. Matt made the Torino sound nice on the way up to the park where the picnic was for almost the whole way. The pipes were quite loud inside the car and he downshifted the transmission a lot and made the 351 backfire and bang through the pipes. I noticed that he glanced in the mirror every time he had the Torino backfiring. It left a trail of smoke when it was backfiring and Matt seemed to like to watch the smoke. It also sounded awesome and laid down a thick dark smoke trail when Matt passed a slow truck. The 351 really screamed when he kept the transmission locked in low gear while passing the truck.The picnic was nice and we had a good time. As it was breaking up, Matt and I decided to hike up river. I wanted to check out a possible new fishing hole. It was farther than I thought and took about an hour. We got back and everyone was gone. There was a paved lot at this place and a grass area down to the river. When we got there the lot had been full. There was no curb in a 15-foot area over on one corner, so we just drove in the grass down the slope, unloaded and left the car there. It had been raining on and off over the past few days and the grass was somewhat wet.We got in to leave. Matt pumped the hell out of the gas pedal. I was going to say something, but decided to just see what happened. It fired right up, but started to stumble and tried to die right away. He had to pump the pedal to keep it running. Obviously, the choke didn't even work. We sat there with him pumping the pedal to keep the 351 going with it sputtering and making the pipes bark out some pretty nice tunes right under us. I sat there watching his foot work the pedal, revving the stubborn 351 and looked out the window at the smoke rising from under the car. After about 2 minutes, it warmed up enough and we started up the grass slope. We got about 30 feet from the pavement and the tires spun and we stopped. He eased on it, and they spun again. We backed back down and tried again with the same result. He put his foot about half way to the floor. We just sat there sounding hot, blowing oil smoke, and going nowhere. He backed off and looked at me. I just shrugged my shoulders. He put his foot half way down again. Same thing, sounding fine, blowing blue smoke, going nowhere at 45mph in low. I got out to take a look. The damn slope wasn't steep at all. The Torino had a posi style rear end and was spinning both sides, but the grass was wet. Furthermore, when I looked at the rear tires the problem was evident. Wide tires, a car with no weight in the rear, and not enough tread in the center of the tires to leave a mark in sand.We're trying to drive on wet grass with slicks for all practical purposes. He pulled back down and around to where he could get a longer run. This time he got to within about 20 feet of the pavement. Problem was, that to get a run he had to go back down into a flat area, get up some speed and turn a left just at the last, to aim for the exit. The damn tires weren't even digging up the grass, just mashing it down and scuffing it. He pulled back down to try again. He came flying across the grass toward me in a broadslide that any dirt tracker would approve of. I didn't see all of it. I headed for high ground when I saw him coming and turned around when I heard him spin out. We were making progress. I told him to try again, he wasn't doing too badly. Back down he goes. I'm in a safer vantagepoint now. He started across the grass, then stood on it, blowing a big cloud of black smoke out of the pipes. The Torino screamed and fishtailed as he raced across the grass toward the exit. He had a lot more speed than before and got the front wheels to the pavement. He kept it floored for a few seconds after it stopped and sat spinning and roaring in a cloud of smoke. Then he let off and sat there idling with blue smoke swirling out of the fender wells and out from under the back bumper. I was starting to get hard from the sounds and smoke Matt was getting out of the Torino. He motioned me to come and push.I ran down to push. As I started to push he floored it hard again and the 351 revved to the max. Grass and dirt were flying now, and we were moving slowly. The noise was almost painful and blue smoke billowed into the air. When we were about halfway, he'd had it floored for at least 10 seconds. I yelled for him to back off. That wasn't a real genius move, no one could have heard anything over the roar coming from the Torino. I tried to wave him off, but he wasn't looking. Hot exhaust smoke was pouring out under the screaming Torino and I could feel the heat on my bare legs. The car was still moving, while the pipes screamed, so I pushed as hard I could for another 5 seconds or so until he finally let up. We didn't quite get the back tires to the pavement, but the sound had been absolute ear candy. Matt had really made the Torino scream and there was a huge cloud of smoke in the air. We decided to have him back down and try it again. He pulled back down to the far side of the grass and turned around. He sat there in neutral revving it up, like he was sizing up his attack. Smoke poured out under the Torino each time he revved it. Then he dropped it into drive and stood on the pedal. The 351 revved to the max and the spinning rear tires were a blur as he blasted across the grass toward the exit. He got a little farther than before and then it stopped. He tried pumping the gas pedal rapidly up and down to get traction. It didn't work, he just sat there spinning, the tires, roaring, and making a cloud of smoke. I was starting to get a wet spot watching all the revving and spinning. He backed down and turned around. He went back to the other side of the field and turned around. He sized up the attack again, while stomping the pedal and making the Torino roar and smoke. He took off across the grass again with the pipes screaming and smoke billowing behind him and almost made it. The rear tires were only inches from the pavement. He kept it floored, blew smoke, screamed the pipes, and spun the tires for about 5 to 7 seconds. Then he put it in neutral started pounding the steering wheel and held the pedal floored. His Torino screamed again as the 351 revved to the max and thick blue smoke billowed out from under it. He motioned me to push again. So I came down to push and he put it in drive and slammed his foot to the floor. The engine revved to the max and the noise was deafening. Hot exhaust surrounded me as I pushed as hard as I could. Grass and mud was flying out from under the back but the car didn't move very much. He let up, I got out of the way, and he backed down again. He went back over to the other side and got ready to try again. Matt sat revving it and looked across the field. He made another run at the exit and got the rear wheels almost on the pavement in grass that we hadn't torn up, before the wheels spun out again. He stopped as soon as it spun and motioned me to push. As soon as I started to push he floored it, and the roaring and smoking started again. I was surrounded by hot swirling exhaust smoke as I pushed for about 10 seconds while he held it floored. It was moving. Finally, we got it to the pavement. The wet tires hit the pavement at max revs in low gear. He didn't let up on the pedal, so the tires just spun until they dried out and started going up in smoke. He still didn't let up and did a 50-foot burnout across the lot, then slammed on the brakes and just sat there in a cloud of tire and exhaust smoke. I thought maybe the throttle had stuck or something. I ran over to him and said something like "Didn't you let up?" He said "WOW what a rush": I've never held it floored so much before." Then he looked at my hardon. "Looks like you really liked it". Uh-Oh body language. "Well... I kinda get off on it when I hear a car rev up.... and uumm well that was..." " A record?" he asked. "Yeah...oh yeah." It looked like his crotch and it looked like he could have put the Ringling Brothers circus in the tent he had in his shorts. I went around and got in. We sat for a few seconds and then I tried to break the ice. I asked him if he liked to just sit and rev up. "Yes, I really get turned on" he said. "Well, you can see what I think about it", I said. I love to rev, I said. I asked him what he liked about it. He said the sound, the way the car rocked when he stomped up and down hard on the pedal, and the feeling of power it gave him to floor the pedal and roar down the road. "I love the way the smoke blows out too," he said. "What about you", he asked. I said, "All of that and the car bouncing in rhythm with the pedal hitting the floor. I love the exhausts blasting smoke. The roaring pipes. I'm usually stroking myself in rhythm with flooring the pedal" I said. "I rev until I cum" he answered. "Do you want to go rev up and...."? I asked. "Yes....... We were both so hard that it hurt. We drove down the main road looking for a place to rev up and play. As we drove we each rubbed the big lumps in our pants. We found a narrow spur road that went up into a perfect spot. We parked and just sat for minute. He asked what I wanted to do. I told him that I'd really like to watch him revving and stroking his shaft. He liked the idea, and started revving it in short bursts and rubbing his crotch. He revved the Torino harder and faster and rubbed himself harder and faster. It was such a sight to watch from the passenger seat. Then he took his big hot cock out and started really slamming the pedal to the floor. The Torino rocked back and forth in rhythm with the pedal slams. The floorboards resonated with sound of the pipes and I could actually feel the revs. As he got more excited he revved ever harder until the Torino was screaming in a cloud of blue smoke. He romped and stomped the gas pedal and made the Imapala roar until arc after arc of hot cum shot into the air. As Matt rested I got out and went around to the driver's side. I had him open his door so that I could see his foot on the pedal and watch him do it some more. He started revving the Torino hard again. The sound was almost too much. He slammed the pedal with brute force over and over and over. The Torino revved and roared. The force of the smoky exhaust from his pipes was blasting two big black spots into the road under the Torino and at times small rocks flew out from under it in the smoke. It was such a sight to watch as his sandaled foot slammed the pedal and the car rocked violently and the smoke blasted out from under it. He revved it for about 3 minutes until I was so hard that I had to have him stop or I was going to fill my shorts without stroking my shaft. I went back near the tailight on the left side and put my crotch against the side of the car. He knew exactly what to do. He started stomping the pedal and revved & revved building me up with his hard revs. I had my cock against the back of his Torino and its rocking was and stroking me in rhythm with his sandal slamming the pedal. He revved and revved, ramming the pedal to the floor and making the Torino rock. The Torino's hot smoke swirled out the back and all around me and it was hot on my legs. The Torino roared, smoked, and rocked until I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I got back behind it where I could see under it and the pipes blasting smoke onto the ground as I pulled out my cock. I started stroking and watching the Torino's screaming pipes blast smoke with every stomp of Matt' sandal. In seconds I started to cum. Matt could tell that I was going to cum and held it floored. The pipes screamed and blasted hot smoke onto the ground under the Torino and smoke billowed out from under it. The Torino screaming was perfect and cum exploded from my cock and flew in long arcs. Matt watched me and kept his foot to the floor for the whole time my cock spasmed out my huge load.After I came I got in the car and we got ready to go. Matt put it in reverse and backed up. After we'd moved about 15 feet the huge craters blasted by the pipes into the gravel came into view. They were awesome: Deep with large black areas all around them. When I saw them I said that they looked awesome and Matt stopped. He said he liked it when he'd blown big black ones like that because it was evidence of how hard he'd been revving. I said I had to take a closer look and we both got out to see his marks. They were indeed a masterpiece: A show case of the power of Matt's exhaust blasts when he was flooring the Torino. After admiring his smoke marks we got in and began the trip back for home. It was starting to lightly rain as we pulled out onto the paved road.We went about three miles and came to a spot where the road was a dark shiny black for about 1/2 a mile. The asphalt tar had come to the surface making a slippery glaze on the road. There were tire marks all over the spot, indicating that lots of folks stood on it and spun the tires on the surface. As we started across the area Matt said that it was one of his favorite spots. I knew what he meant.....He loved to hear the 351's pipes screaming while he held the pedal to the floor doing a long smoky burnout: The smoke being from the pipes, because the tires were just spinning on the soft tar. I said that a day like today with the water on the road was perfect for doing burnouts and laying down plenty of exhaust smoke. He smiled and knew that I had been here doing the same thing a few times.... We decided to make a few nice loud smoky passes on the strip for fun.I began to harden up as soon as we stopped in the road. I told Matt I wanted to see how it looked from behind the Torino. I knew he'd romp on it for a while and get big cloud of smoke before standing on it and letting the pipes scream & scream & scream. I got out and Matt started revving the 351 hard. Smoke started pouring out from under rear of the Torino as I moved back far enough to see the pipes under it blasting the smoke onto the roadway. It looked awesome as Matt floored the pedal hard and fast revving the hell out of the 351. The pipes filled the air with smoke and their thunderous roar. Matt revved & revved & revved. The smoke cloud got huge as the Torino rocked and swayed in the road revving to the max over and over. Matt had been revving it for over minute. I was starting to wonder when he was going to stand on it and let the pipes scream. In a few more seconds he let up and then thick gray smoke billowed out from under the Torino accompanied by the steady scream of the pipes. The Torino fishtailed a little as it spun the tires. Matt was using the brakes to control the speed and kept the tires spinning full speed on the wet pavement. The pipes screamed and screamed as blue/gray smoke poured out behind the slowly moving car. Matt kept the screaming smoking Torino floored and let it begin to accelerate. By the time the Torino began to accelerate and gain traction Matt had had his foot to the floor for a least 25 seconds. The sound was awesome and he was leaving an great trail of smoke in the road. I was getting a wet spot from watching and listening to his show. Matt accelerated to full speed with the transmission locked in low and then let off on the gas finally. The Torino had been floored for alsmost 30 seconds steady. When he let off the gas thick blue/white smoke billowed behind the Torino and almost blocked it from my view. He turned it around and came roaring smoking back down the road toward me. When he pulled up I was able to see why he'd romped it for so long before taking off....He'd stroked his cock while romping it until he was on the verge of blowing his load. Then he stood on it and blew his load while holding it floored. There was cum on the steering wheel from his eruption. I smiled knowingly: I knew the manuever well myself. I him it had been absolutely awesome to see the Torino blowing smoke as it screamed away... I continued to compliment him on the different ways he'd made the Torino look awesome and sound hot. Then I saw something else that was fantastic. I looked back to where he'd been revving it and there were two big dark dry spots on the road. The pipes had blasted the hot exhaust onto the road with such heat and power that the water had been dried away. Further, the spots had a texture in the center where the main blast had hit. Matt's exhaust blasts had melted the road!!!!!! I told him how much smoke was in the exhaust and how hot it had looked when he was making the marks...Then I noticed that there were similar signs in a few other spots. It looked like Matt had done this a few times before, I said. He only smiled and held the pedal to the floor for a second or two....Then he said it was his turn to watch the Torino smoke and hear its pipes from behind. I hopped in and turned it around. I got in the middle of the road, put it in neutral and started slamming the pedal to the floor. The roar inside the Torino was awesome. The pipes made the whole car vibrate with the power of their sound. I revved the hell out of the 351 and smoke billowed behind the car. I had my shaft out stroking it and slamming the pedal to the floor. The Torino rocked and swayed as I stroked and floored the gas pedal. When I was near the point of blowing my load the smoke cloud had completely enveloped the car. I dropped it into low and held pedal down as hard as I could. The 351 revved to the max and the pipes let out a scream. I noticed thick gray smoke billow out behind the car when I first put the pedal on the floor. The screaming pipes were awesome as I worked the brake and kept the Torino's speed down. I stroked my shaft as the pipes screamed and screamed. When my load felt like it was ready to erupt, I let off the brakes and concentrated on keeping the gas floored and the pipes screaming while I shot my load. I shot all over the steering wheel too as the screaming Torino left a trail of thick smoke in the road accelerating away from Matt's vantage point. I kept it floored until I quit cumming. When I let off I watched the thick blue/white smoke pour out behind the Torino. The smoke was so thick that I couldn't see Matt anymore. I turned the Torino around and went back.Matt was excited and raving about how awesome it looked to see the screaming Torino with smoke billowing behind it...I told him that I'd said it was a real show. Matt looked in the window and saw the cum all over the steering wheel. I smiled, picked up the towel on the seat and wiped the cum from the steering wheel. Then I got out, went back the to passenger side, and we got in the Torino. We sat in the road for a while just talking about how hot it had been to rev, blow so much smoke and let the pipes sound awesome.