Pontiac, Part VII by Rev Lover

If the Pontiac got up to much speed before I was able to shoot, I had to be careful not to veer off the road. I did that once while getting off on the sound of the pipes as the Pontiac backfired down a long steep hill. Most of the time I didn't stand on the pedal until just before I was ready to shoot. Then the Pontiac wasn't moving too fast. It was just revved to the max, spinning the tires, and blowing smoke out of the screaming pipes. I could keep the pedal floored and the Pontiac under control while shot my entire load.

A small problem developed with the tailpipes. They hung down lower than the old ones. Many places such as parking lot ramps caused them to scrape the pavement. After a few months the ends were all bent and deformed. The problem was really bad if there were people in the back seat or there was weight in the trunk. I cut the ends back and shortened the pipes about an inch each side. That still didn't cure the problem, but it helped. The tailpipes continued to drag at times and by April they were all dinged up again. I decided to make a change.

I went to the NAPA store and in the accessory display area, there were two long chrome pipes. They were about 3 feet long each. with flared ends. They were about $6.00 each. I bought them and took them home. The Pontiac's tailpipes came down from over the rear axle and ran horizontal for a distance and then bent up and around to make the turn down under the bumper. I looked like I could cut the pipes at the horizontal portion and add the chrome ends. Then I would have long straight tailpipes that ran under the rear of the Pontiac and faced straight back, hotrod style. I cut the pipe on the driver's side and slid the chrome pipe over it. It fit over the remaining tailpipe tightly and extended about 12" out from under the bumper.

I got back and looked. The long chrome tailpipe looked nasty. It stuck out too far, so I shoved it farther over the inside pipe. I left it sticking out just past the furthest portion of the rear bumper. I cut the other side and added the chrome pipe. Then I got back to behold my car with two large chrome pipes sticking out from under its bumper. The new chrome pipes exited horizontally, straight back. They fit up quite close to the underside of the rear bumper. They wouldn't drag on the ground or pavement as the originals had. They looked totally hot and gave me a bone instantly. I think that my subliminal opinion of the long chrome pipes was that they were two big phallic symbols. I was dying to see if they sounded any different than the others. I couldn't rap the pipes off hard at the house because mom and my little sister were home. So it was cruise time.

I got out on the highway and the pipes didn't sound a lot different. I drove toward the revving spot and listened to the pipes purr. After I turned off onto the road to the revving spot I stopped in the middle of road and opened the door. I started romping on the gas pedal. The 389 revved and made the new pipes rap and roar. The new pipes sounded a little different, and of all things, it seemed like they rapped louder than before. Thick blue/gray smoke blasted out of them and rolled behind the Pontiac. When I leaned out far enough, I could see the new chrome tailpipe on the driver's side as it blew jets of thick exhaust smoke straight back behind the car. I was surprised at how far it was propelling the smoke behind the car when I floored the pedal. The tailpipes blew smoke behind the Pontiac 20 to 30 feet when I revved the 389 hard. The smoke swirled and rolled along the ground propelled by the force of the 389's hot exhaust blasts. Then the thick smoke formed a rising cloud that hung over road behind the car.

I went on up to the revving spot and continued to rev the 389 and make the big chrome pipes roar and smoke. I got out and walked back away from the Pontiac about a 100 feet. The Pontiac looked fabulous with its big long chrome pipes. Since I had been revving it, as it sat idling, puffs of blue smoke were coming out of its pipes and rising in a small plume behind it. I couldn't believe how good the car looked with big chrome pipes. I got back in with a wet spot in my jeans. I pulled out my hot shaft and made the hot looking new pipes rap and smoke some more. I watched out the door and slammed the pedal to the floor over and over again. The 389 revved, the pipes screamed, rapped, and poured out blue/gray smoke. The Pontiac roared & smoked and I stroked. I continued to floor the pedal and watch the huge smoke cloud rising behind the Pontiac until I shot my load. After cleaning up the cum, I went back home.

It was a Friday afternoon. That night I went to town, and everyone noticed the big chrome pipes jutting out from under the back of the Pontiac. Several people asked if I had changed the mufflers. I told them that the mufflers were the same old glasspacks. They all wanted to hear how the new pipes rapped. I didn't dissappoint anyone, doing loud rap offs many times during the night. Several people said the plumes of of smoke jetting out of the pipes made the rap offs "far out". I got hard watching in the mirror as plumes of smoke were propelled long distances behind the Pontiac each time I revved the 389.

The next morning I got up early. I kept wondering how the Pontiac's pipes were going to look while puffing white fluffy exhaust. It was a very cool morning with some frost. I went out and started the Pontiac. In 30 seconds, white fluffy exhaust was pouring out of the chrome pipes. I was so hard I couldn't stand it. It was 6:00 AM, dad was at work and mom and my sister wouldn't be up for another two hours. I took a short drive to secluded spot. I backed it over to where I could see if anyone was approaching. It was cold enough that after idling for a minute or so the pipes were puffing white steamy exhaust. I got out with a raging hardon and watched the thick white exhaust steam puff out of my pipes. The exhaust pulsated and swirled out of the throbbing chrome pipes and really turned me on.

I was mesmerized by the big chrome pipes and wanted to put my hot shaft up to one of them. I got down behind the Pontiac and put my hot cock up to the tailpipe and let the warm moist exhaust pour over it. The sensation was wonderful. The idling 389 had not made the pipes hot, only warm. I got closer and put my shaft inside the throbbing pipe. Inside the pipe the exhaust felt hot, but not uncomfortable. The hot moist exhaust pulsated, massaged my cock, and poured out around my groin and on my balls. I thrust all the way into the pipe until my groin met the end of the pipe and stopped most of the exhaust from coming out. That sensation was really incredible and my cock was getting very very hot. I could feel the cum beginning to build and build. I was almost ready to shoot just due to the heat and exhaust pulses massaging me. Then I began to pump in and out of the tailpipe as though I was fucking the Pontiac. The chrome pipe on the Pontiac was big enough in diameter that my cock didn't contact wall of it except for a little bit when I pushed all the way to the groin. I pulled my hot cock out of the tailpipe and saw that there was some black soot on it and it was wet. I put it back into the pipe all the way to the groin again and pumped.

I pumped the Pontiac's big chrome tailpipe and watched the exhaust puff out around my groin. My cock got hotter and hotter. I pumped the puffing tailpipe for 30 seconds or so before the cum exploded from my cock. I pulled back to a point where my cock about 1/2 way up the tailpipe as cum flowed and flowed. I watched the exhaust puff around my cock as it spasmed its cum into the tailpipe. After I shot all of my load into the Pontiac's puffing pipe, I pulled out and looked. There was a huge load of white cum in the tailpipe. The cum then ran to the end of the pipe and began to drip from it. Thick white exhaust continued to puff out of the throbbing tailpipe as I watched cum drip. I wathced the exhaust puff and the cum drip for about 30 seconds until the cum stopped dripping.

I pulled my pants up and found one of the cloths I kept in the car for such times. I wiped the soot off of my hot wet cock and went back and looked at the tailpipe. The cum was clearly visible in the tailpipe and had stopped dripping. Watching the exhaust puff out of the pipe with the cum in it started to make me hard again. I drove home, put the Pontiac back in the driveway and went in the house. I used the sight of the cum in the tailpipe to stay aroused all day. I had to go to town that afternoon and the 389's black carbon covered up the cum stain in the tailpipe on the way to town. On the way home I went up to one of the places and revved the 389, blew a lot of smoke, and another load of cum. By the time I got home I was rock hard again from thinking about hot the big chrome pipes out the back of the Pontiac looked. Especially with cum dripping from one of them.

That night, in my mind, I replayed the experience of pumping the Pontiac in its big chrome tailpipe and seeing the cum dripping. I shot a huge load as soon as I concentrated on how fabulous it felt to have the hot exhaust pulsations massaging my cock and seeing the exhaust puffing all round between my legs while I pumped the Pontiac.