Fixing the Pontiac by Rev Lover

 About a month and a half after my first experience revving the '59 Pontiac, I got to rev it again and made clouds of smoke and all kinds of noise. I had kind of gotten hooked by the sound of its tailpipes and its clouds smoke. I had used the mental images of the tailpipes screaming and blowing smoke with my foot mashed to the floor to cum many times. A month later I got a great revving experience with it.

My sister called on a Friday night and said that the Pontiac was running terrible and wanted to know if I could try to fix it Saturday. My brother in law wasn't mechanical at all and had been putting off taking it to a shop. Now, she said, it was really running like hell. I didn't have any real plans for Saturday, and would jump at the chance to play with the Pontiac and its loud tailpipes again anyway.

She brought it to our place Saturday morning and everybody took off for town, leaving me and the sick Pontiac. It was running pretty bad. My sister had showed me by revving it up a few times. It sputtered, missed, and backfired when she stepped on the gas. It didn't want to rev up and several pops and bangs came out of the tailpipes. It sounded kind of cool to me. After they all left, I went out to start it up. I was little hard to start but I got it going with some effort and a cloud of smoke. It idled rough and when I revved it up, it backfired, banged and snapped.

I revved it up several times and let the tailpipes pop and bang. I had it revving up to about 1/2 of full revs and the pipes were starting to get up to their normal roar along with a lot of snapping and banging. As I brought it up to 3/4 revs the pipes were roaring nicely, blowing lots of blue smoke, and the backfires were getting quite loud. The larger backfires made puffs of dark grey smoke shoot out of the tailpipe on the driver's side as I watched.

I had the Pontiac revved up to 3/4 with it smoking, roaring, and backfiring. I was getting off on the sounds and sights the tailpipes were making. The 389 was missing and making the car shake. Then I went ahead and floored the gas pedal to see what would happen. The 389 revved up to almost, but not full scream when I floored it. Then a sound like the outbreak of World War III erupted from the tailpipes. The customary roar of the tailpipes with the pedal floored was almost over ridden by a series of extremely loud backfires. The noise was incredible. When the backfires exploded from the tailpipes, black smoke billowed and orange flames shot 6 to 10 inches out of the tailpipe on my side. The intense backfires surprised me and I let up on the gas.

I brought the revs back up to 3/4 and got the tailpipes roaring, smoking, and banging again. Then I floored it again. The second battle of World War III erupted behind the Pontiac. The tailpipes let out their trademark roar, but there were all kinds of loud backfires exploding out of them. The noise was tremendous as smoke billowed and orange flames shot out of the tailpipes. I kept it floored for a few seconds and the tremendous backfires continued to erupt from the roaring tailpipes. I watched in awe as the orange flames and thick black smoke shot out of the tailpipes with each loud backfire. Dark smoke filled the air behind the Pontiac as its tailpipes roared and banged.

I let up after about 4 of 5 seconds. I couldn't believe what I had just gotten the Pontiac to do. There was a big cloud of smoke and I could see a big black pipe mark in the driveway. I wanted to rev it again and see the flames and smoke, but it had been so loud I knew I had better not. I left the Pontiac idling, went and locked the house. I decided to take the Pontiac out to my revving spot to let it roar and backfire. I got back in the Pontiac and checked the gas gauge. I was in luck it had 3/4 tank.

Out on the highway, as I headed for the revving spot the 389 stumbled and sputtered everytime I stepped down on the gas. I floored it once and it downshifted to passing gear, revved up and let out a string of loud backfires and a trail of grey smoke. I had a tremendous hardon and precum was dripping from my cock already. I got to the revving spot and parked.

I immediately opened the door, looked back, and floored the gas. The 389 responded by revving to almost full and backfiring like hell. The tailpipes roared and blue/grey smoke billowed out punctuated by loud backfires. I held the pedal to the floor and watched the tailpipe on my side blow smoke and shoot orange flames. The roar and backfiring was tremendously loud. The 389 revved and backfired as I kept the Pontiac's gas pedal jammed to the floor. Each time there was a backfire, a puff of thick black smoke shot out of the tailpipe with an accompanying orange flame. I made the Pontiac backfire and blow smoke for almost 10 seconds before I let my foot up off the floor. By the time I let up, there was a huge cloud of smoke rising into the air and the tailpipes had blasted out big black craters in the gravel.

I was almost ready to lose my load in my pants. I sat in the idling Pontiac and gently rubbed my huge lump. I looked in the outside mirror on the passenger side and could see the black tailpipe mark on that side. I closed the door and looked in the side mirror on my side. I could see the tailpipe and the smoke stained crater in the gravel. I gently rubbed my lump and thought of how I wanted to get off. I took my pants down and pulled out my raging hardon. Then I looked in the right side mirror as I floored the gas pedal. I could see thick smoke blast onto the gravel as the 389 revved up. The 389 immediately started backfiring and I watched as big black smoke puffs exploded from the tailpipe. I looked in the mirror on my side and saw grey smoke punctuated with orange flames and black smoke blasting out of the tailpipe on my side. I let up on the gas and looked in the center mirror. A cloud of dark smoke was swirling behind the car.

The 389 didn't rev quite all the way up, even when it was floored. I thought that it would be OK to hold the pedal floored for quite long periods and just let it rev and backfire. I decided to hold the pedal to the floor until I shot my cum. I started stroking my hot cock, mashed the pedal to the floor and held it down. The 389 obediently revved up and began to roar and backfire for me. I watched in the side mirror on my side as smoke billowed out of the tailpipe and the backfires made black smoke and flames explode out of it. I looked in the other mirror at the grey smoke with black explosions coming from the passenger side tailpipe. Still I kept the gas pedal floored.

The tailpipes screamed mixed with loud backfires as the 389 revved. I looked in the rear view mirror to see thick dark smoke billowing behind the Pontiac. I stroked and stroked my hot cock and got off on the sounds and sights as the cum began to well up. Still I kept my foot to the floor and made the Pontiac roar, smoke and backfire. I looked in the side mirror and watched the smoke and flames as they poured out of the screaming tailpipe and continued to hold the pedal to the floor.

I stroked my hot cock as I watched the tailpipe blasting the smoke stained crater in the gravel deeper with each powerful explosion of black smoke and orange flame. Still I kept the pedal floored and 389 revved as high as it would rev. The cum built and built as I stroked with my foot to the floor. I was watching the smoke and flames blow out of the left tailpipe when hot cum sprayed and sprayed from my cock in the largest ejaculation I had ever experienced to date. I looked down to cum spraying everywhere. My knees got weak from the force of the orgasm as the cum poured out of my cock. I struggled to hold the pedal to the floor as the cum kept flowing. When the cum had quit flowing, I had probably been holding the pedal to the floor for close to a minute. I finally released the gas pedal and the pipes let out a long smoky rap as the 389 returned to an idle.

I was totally drained. There was cum everywhere and so much smoke in the air it was unbelievable. I cleaned cum from the steering wheel, horn ring, steering column, my pants and the seat. I pulled out and headed home to find out what was causing the 389 to act like it did. I still could hardly believe the way the 389 had made the tailpipes look and sound. I found and fixed all of the problems. They were mostly ignition related, but I know knew, possibly, how to set up to make an engine backfire at high revs. The Pontiac ran fine after I fixed it and I took it out for a test drive. The pipes sounded nice and there were a couple of clouds of blue smoke released during the test drive.