Shade Tree Mechanic

For at least twenty years I owned my vintage 1971 White Dodge Challenger. It was modeled after it's movie likeness, from an old cult movie classic; the big-screen version of "Vanishing Point." I used to take it to a lot of local car shows, and cruises, where it would get a ton of positive feedback from fans and car enthusiasts. Although it was a tough-looking muscle car, the powertrain, and suspension, were very old. The engine was also not very fuel-efficient, and with gas prices skyrocketing, it did not make it cost-effective to do long trips and cruises.

With that in mind, I started talking to some of the like-minded people I met, at cars shows to find out if they had done anything to modernize their vintage hot rods and muscle cars. The best advice I got one day, was from this other Dodge enthusiast. He told me to check out what the younger guys were doing, these days, with the modern Hemi engine swaps. For the same cost of rebuilding the old gas guzzler, I could get a modern Hemi crate engine that had more power and much better fuel efficiency.

I walked around the parking lot and checked out one particular group of younger Mopar guys that I met a few months ago, down at a Dayton Ohio meet. Some of the technology they were using to hop up the newer Hemis, was amazing. I didn't get a chance to talk long, but swapped a few email addresses, and went home with a lot of great ideas.

That Sunday night, I received an email from a fellow named Terry. In his email, he said he had just got his driver's license and was a real Mopar nut. He didn't have the money to restore a car of his own but liked my car and asked me what I was planning. I told him that I was curious about installing a current version of the Hemi, and updated suspension into the old '71 Challenger.

After a few email exchanges, it was clear that he was very enthusiastic. He asked if he could come over and help me on weeknights. I was humbled and grateful for the offer of help. I agreed to start Tuesday. That would give me a chance to tidy up my garage Monday night and make it somewhat presentable. By the time that I cleaned everything up, I felt excited that I'd have Terry coming by to help me. Ha, I'll make the kid do all the dirty jobs!

Tuesday evening rolled around, and Terry stopped by my place at 6:30 pm.

"I'm surprised that you weren't chased by girls all the way here!" I joked. He was a handsome young man, with slightly moppy blonde hair, and a fairly athletic build. Terry was a little bit shy during a quick meet and greet with the wife. I decided not to force him to endure any more of her small talk and we made our way to the big old garage at the back of our lot. I already had the vintage Challenger up on jack stands.

Terry looked at the car and smiled. He paced around it surveying the iconic Dodge muscle car, like a kid in a candy store. He looked under the hood, in the trunk, under the car, every single spot.

I smiled. He was overtly enthusiastic. While he was drooling over the car, I plucked my coveralls from the robe hook and started to get changed. It was humid, hot summer evening, so before putting my coveralls on, I shucked off my shirt, shoes, and jeans down to my boxers. It was completely natural, for me. Usually, I was in the garage alone. Stupidly, I didn't even consider Terry`s presence at all until it was too late. I was just slipping the low vee opening of the coveralls, up over the front of my white briefs, when I noticed Terry staring at me!

I froze with the bunched up fabric in my fists at my hips! Oh Shit!

My face flushed. Fuck he must think I am some kind of pervert or nudist.

"Sorry Terry" I apologized, smiling. "I am used to working alone, and it's a damn hot night!"

Terry smiled nervously. I could not help but notice his eyes locked on the well-outlined bulge in my briefs.

"No, it's no problem," he stared at my groin and firm abs as he spoke. "But man, you m- must work out, you have a great, body, I mean, a good body, nice, I mean!" he turned away slightly, while still looking at me.

"Hey yeah, I work out twice a week," I replied. I was flattered that he appreciated all that hard work in the gym. Truthfully I liked the compliment. I liked it a little too much. My white briefs stretched crudely. Shit, I'm getting hard, what the fuck?

I hiked up the coveralls fast however noticed Terry was still eyeing my abs and chest out of the corner of his eye.

I deliberately left the top five or six buttons undone down to my navel, so the vee in the coveralls opened up well through the middle of my chest. I was both proud and getting turned on even by the attention.

He's still looking at me. What's he looking at? My cock hardened in a steely throbbing erection. It craved attention!

"Well, we should get started on the engine, don't you think, Terry?" trying to change the subject.

He seemed to snap out of a trance, and remember the job at hand.

"Yeah, sure!" He answered enthusiastically.

We chatted in a friendly banter while working on the car. We had a lot of common interests besides just cars. If felt like the start of a good friendship. I explained to Terry that I never had a son, and being in such a rural area, there was not much chance of meeting my friends, during the week. I was happy for the help, as well as the social interaction. He is a very good looking lad.

We got busy, unplugging wires and removing parts from the engine bay. Continuing our conversation, while we worked under the hood. It turned out, Terry was from a single-parent family, and his dad hadn't been with them since he was very small. We just seemed to connect. I did notice that he often was looking at my chest, instead of my eyes, but I just dismissed that behaviour, to him being a shy kid. Maybe curious since he did not have a father figure in his life. Still, there was something else.

We were just getting ready to start disconnecting hoses and draining fluids when I noticed Terry was getting his shirt greasy.

"Hey, Terry, why don't you grab that spare set of coveralls, over there, so you don't get your clothes dirty?"

"Yeah, probably a good idea, otherwise my mom will be mad." He replied.

He took his shoes off and was about to step into the coveralls when I noticed him perspiring.

"You're going to be hot...!" I said, motioning towards my jeans, and shirt, which were hanging on the nail beside him.

He blushed.

"Don't worry about it! We're all guys here!" I said encouraging him, not to be shy.

When he took off his shirt, I was surprised how fit and sculpted his chest was. When he took off his jeans, I was very surprised to see his fully erect penis tenting beneath a tight pair of white CK briefs. Terry turned beet red, as he caught me, this time, staring at his crotch.

Shit, he's hot. He's got a fabulous body. I want to see your cock, Terry. Take it out. Show me, kid! Show me your hard cock.

I paused for a second, then said, "shit, don't worry about that, Terry, when you get to be my age, you'll wish that you could get a regular boner!"

I wanted to stare as he pulled up the very oversized coveralls, but bit my tongue. I had to use all my willpower to turn back to the car politely, while he changed.

When Terry walked up to the Challenger, I was pleasantly surprised that the buttons of his coveralls were all undone, except for the bottom one. My eyes followed the v opening from his smooth chest down to the visible waistband of his briefs. I stared down, wishing, rudely trying to see more.

God, I want to see that cock! I'm not gay, but I always had liked looking at nice male bodies, when I was younger. Especially nice-looking hard cocks.

I looked up and caught Terry's gaze. He smirked and seemed to like the fact that I was staring at him.

Car duties quickly took over for a while and Terry volunteered to unhook the transmission lines, from under the car, while I dismantled the other items in the engine bay above, with my own skills. Things were going along well. We were getting a lot more work done dismantling than I thought we would, plus it was a lot more fun having Terry around.

Suddenly, from below the car, I heard Terry yell, "SHIT...shit, shit,...ouch!"

He scrambled out on his back from under the car. I could see that transmission fluid, had sprayed on his bare stomach. "Oh... ow... ow oww.." Terry was wincing.

I grabbed a clean rag, and as Terry stood up, I could see that even more transmission fluid had sprayed down, on to his lower abdomen, and all over his white CK's, staining his underwear bright red, and soaking through the front of the coveralls completely!

Fuck that's going to potentially burn his cock and balls and everything else! Without hesitation, I practically ripped off the coveralls, down to his ankles. There was a lot of red staining from the potentially caustic transmission fluid, on his white briefs.

"These are going to have to come off!" I stated. Without waiting for an answer, I ripped them down to his ankles, and dabbed my clean rag on the fluid, trying to get all the excess off of his skin and genitals.

"Did it burn you?" I asked Terry, expecting the worst. The majority on his lower abs and groin. Some covering his upper legs.

"No it wasn't hot, it was only warm.." He explained, "but it really stings, on my c... cock, and balls!" He was still wincing. "Shit! Fuck - fuck - fuck!"

"Okay, it's not hot, but we're going to have to get that off your skin!"Going to work quickly without waiting for his permission. Thankfully the fluid was not hot enough to burn him, but the solvents were burning and irritating the sensitive skin of his genitals.

"I have something that will help." I ran over and grabbed a bottle of mineral oil, that I have for cleaning solvents off of my skin and spread it liberally all over Terry 's abdomen, his fine sparse pubic hair and genitals.

"The skin is very sensitive in this area, so you'll have to give it a minute, but the burning should stop!" Hopefully, the mineral oil would dilute the remaining transmission fluid.

I looked up at Terry's face, and he was not wincing in pain anymore. "Thanks, it's not burning as much anymore."

His face was relaxing, before coming to grips with the circumstances. "This is embarrassing!" His face was almost as red as the transmission fluid.

"Look don't worry about it, Terry! I'm never going to tell anyone." I reassured. "I'm going to put a little more of this mineral oil on you. Sit down here. Why don't you massage it around, to clear off any remaining transmission fluid, while I get some mild soap and water, from the house."

I directed him to the garage stool.

I rushed out to the house laundry room, hoping that I wasn't interrupted by my wife, and not having to answer a lot of curious questions before I got back to Terry. It would be hard to explain having a naked boy in the garage!

Fortunately, things went well, and I snuck in and out without being spotted or heard. When I got to the garage door, I pushed it open slowly and astonished saw Terry slowly masturbating his oily cock. It was starting to get very erect.

Obviously not feeling as much pain anymore, I thought, smiling to myself. Shit, he's got a nice cock. I'd love to see him jacking off!

"Feeling better, I see!" I smiled as I walked into the garage. Terry just blushed, obviously not expecting me back so quickly. "How's the burning and stinging?" I asked.

"B-b-b-b better!" He stopped stroking his penis and put his hands by his side, " I mean not burning!"

"Okay, let me wash you off!" I insisted as I pulled the oily coveralls and briefs off, that were still lodged around his ankles.

I was pushing boundaries and being quite perverted, to be honest, but Terry didn't resist, in fact, he cooperated. I didn't wait for him to say anything and lathered up his lower abdomen, cock, and balls with the baby shampoo, and started washing the oil, transmission oil, and everything else with a warm washcloth. I tried to be gentle knowing that his skin may have still been very sensitive. My hands moved very slowly.

My eyes locked on his beautiful young cock. I soaped up the washcloth again and cautiously started to clean the remaining oil from his genitals and abdomen.

Within seconds of starting to wash, Terry's cock went from turgid, to thick to fully erect!

None the worse for wear, I thought!

I was also tantalized by the texture, shape, and smoothness of this young man's cock and balls. Fuck, Terry's cock feels warm almost throbbing. It was stiff, smooth yet also veiny like a younger version of mine!

"Are you okay?" I asked curiously thinking that he might want me to stop. Terry just nodded yes, in agreement, and closed his eyes. He was not only okay, but he was also enjoying himself. "Shift forward, so I can wash underneath." I directed him. He obliged so that his butt was just barely resting on the stool. His legs were splayed and hanging loosely and his smooth balls were sufficiently away from the edge so that I could wash underneath them.

He's cooperating! He likes it, horny kid!

My scrubbing slowed and became much more sensuous. I kneaded and plucked at his balls. I washed underneath them, cupped them with the washcloth, then sensuously stroked up the length of his hard young soapy cock. I was really enjoying this, as well and my cock stirred lustfully under my mechanics coveralls.

"Mmmmmm!" Terry simply responded with a muffled moan and spread his legs apart, so I had better access.

Fuck this is hot!

"Okay, time to dry you off!" I said, grabbing a dry towel and wiping all of the sudsy water away.

After towel drying his cock and balls, abdomen and upper thighs completely, I carefully surveyed his throbbing cock and swollen balls for any reddish skin, or irritation, left by the transmission fluid. His cock was so erect that it pulsated up and down. His smooth stomach and abs rippled with each of his short breaths. My mouth was dry. I paused and looked up at him. He looked disappointed. His eyes said don't stop.

"Do you want me to put a little more oil on these sensitive areas, just to protect the skin?" I asked, in an encouraging voice, secretly wanting to do even more.

"Yeah, okay, I guess.. so." He sounded a little happier. "Yes."

It was then, that I made up my mind, I was going to jerk him off. It was a very erotic thought process, for me, to even conceptualize this situation, where I'd have the chance to play with another man's cock and balls. Let alone a handsome fit young man, like Terry.

I ignored the consequences, grabbed the bottle of mineral oil and drizzled it over his abdomen, letting it trickle onto his cock, around his balls and drip down his inner thighs.

I'm guessing Terry was expecting the disbursement of the oil to be very clinical.

"Uh ohhhhhh..." Terry let out a muffled moan, as I spread the slippery mineral oil, in a tickling fashion, with my fingertips, all over his cock and balls. Stroking ever so lightly I slicked the oil into my palm and circled his shaft, greasing it's full, firm length. I looked up to see Terry's mouth open and his head rolled back. With my other hand, I tickled under his balls. He spread his legs even wider, and I let my oily fingers travel up under his balls to his ass crack.

I smiled to myself. He's inviting me in!

"Oh, God!" He muttered. Just then I drove an oily finger into his asshole all the way to my knuckle. I slid it out and began to finger fuck his ass! At the same time as I kneaded his balls with my other hand. His cock danced and flicked in appreciation without my even touching it!

Terry was a young man, so I expected that he wouldn't last too long. I wanted to pump that big hard shiny cock of his, though. I couldn't resist any longer. I released his balls and started stroking his cock in time with the finger fucking of his asshole.

"Ohhhhh MMMMMMy!" Terry groaned in pleasure.

His cock was getting harder with each stroke.

I tightened my grip on his shaft and firmly encircled his pole, wrenching my hand up and down its full length. "Ughhh Ahhhh!" Terry gasped for air, as his glans thickened and glistened with oil. I could tell this young stud was all ready to blast. His urethra opened up wide, and I milked his shaft with an iron-like grasp. I clenched my fist and stroked it right down to the base of his shaft, firmly pressing against his balls.

"Ugghhhh... oh, Gawd!" Terry gasped for air and then yelled at the top of his lungs, "OH Faaawck, UGH UGH UGH UGH... YEESSSS!"

His asshole clenched around my finger, and long stringy ropes of cum erupted from his swollen throbbing cock head.

"UGHHHHH UGHH UGGHH, OH ugh ugh ugh ugh!" Terry sounded like he could not contain or control himself.

A big wad of cum landed on his muscular chest. Cum was shooting up under his chin and continued spurting all over his chest and abdomen before his climax finally settled. The last few pearly drops oozed from his cock head, flowing over my hand and down his shaft.

"There you should feel MUCH better, now!" I remarked, quite pleased with myself and the massive cum load, that I had milked out of my young helper.

"God, Steve, that was amazing!" Terry blurted out. "I lov... I ... liked that - a lot!" He seemed a little nervous, now about his first reaction.

"Okay, let's get you cleaned up, AGAIN!" I noted, as I reached into the pail of warm soapy water, and lathered him up again.

"Uh-huh!" He answered relaxing and smiling lustfully.

It was only a few minutes until I had Terry's private parts all washed and dried again. I looked him over. He WAS a very handsome young man. He kind of reminded me of what I was like at his age. It made me wish that I had done even more. I was suddenly much too nervous to try. I knew that I needed to jerk off badly, after all that luscious excitement. I was so horny. I tried to think of an excuse.

"Well Terry, I think we should wrap for tonight, and I've got some personal things to take care of, before bed tonight!" I hinted at my horniness however part of me was also worried that my wife might have heard Terry's yells.

"Hmmm, yeah maybe." He said, somewhat reluctantly, as his eyes followed me over to where my jeans were hanging.

"I can throw your briefs in the wash, and when you come back next time, you can pick them up," I noted, hoping that he wanted to come back.

I dropped my coveralls to my ankles. There was a notable tattle-tale tenting of my own briefs.

"Could I come back tomorrow night?" Terry asked.

I was pleasantly surprised by his enthusiasm. "Of course!" I answered. More lusty bisexual thoughts whirled in my mind. "You may come back as much as you want!"

Then I added, suggestively, "and CUM as much as you want!"

"Hmmmm" Terry replied in a leading way. He smirked looking at my bulge.

"What is it?" I asked pretending that I didn't see his gaze.

He pointed "It looks like you need some help, too!" Then he smiled.

"Ummm, no, it's okay, just a little excited, I guess." My voice trembled somewhat. Fuck I am really getting turned on. My cock ached painfully. No way I am not whipping out my cock. I can't!

"Show me?" Terry asked quietly, "Your cock, I mean. Can I see it?"

"Sure, I mean I guess so." It felt like my body was shaking as this completely naked young man, walked over to me. This was crazy! I decided I was not about to strip in front of him.No way!

Terry walked over confidently. Almost as if there was some sort of desire or need.

Assertively he hooked my briefs and yanked them around my ankles.

"Fuck it's huge Steve!"

He smiled eagerly, sizing me up. "You have a beautiful cock."

I was frozen. My cock hung heavy, in thick semi-erection, begging for attention.

I want this, don't I?

"I don't think, I mean, this isn't right, I mean..." My voice trailed off as Terry weighed my throbbing cock in his fingers.