"The Mechanic's Nightmare"
from the Files of TABOO TOPICS (714) 240-8480
Every Sunday morning about 9 o'clock, he put on his grease-stained jeans and tight T-shirt to work on restoring his vintage cars. Entering the garage through the side door, he flipped on the light switch. CLICK. The long fluorescent element flashed several times, then illuminated the work area with a harsh glow. The low buzzing noise from the lamp was the only sound. The cool air in the garage made his flesh rise. The bumps looked white against his deeply tanned skin. The smell of gasoline and motor oil aroused him; he started pinching and pulling on his erect nipples through his shirt. He enjoyed how hard his nipples could get.
As the sensations spread to his dick, he reached down and gave it a squeeze. The denim stretched as the organ filled out the confines of his pants. He pulled open the button fly and dug in one hand, freeing his shaft from its imprisonment as his other hand pushed his trousers down to his knees. His thick, uncut cock stuck straight out. The swollen head was a deep purple under the protective hood, more than ready for the assault Axel was about to give it.
Looking at it as it bobbed up and down pulsating with blood, he thought back to his high school days when he and his friends would have jack-off contests. Everyone was in agreement: His cock got so thick and hard, it could probably hold a spare tire. Ever since, he'd answered only to the name "Axel."
Axel was a man with an insatiable appetite for all things fast. First and second on his list were cars and men. His order of preference constantly changed, but both could generate so much lust that whether he was behind the wheel of a 425-horsepower l 965 Corvette Sting Ray or cruising a hot stud, Axel could keep his cock as hard as tempered steel until he could relieve his pent-up desire with an orgasm or at least that age-old remedy, a cold shower.
Axel removed his T-shirt, tossed it on the workbench, and cupped both his hands over his marble-hard pecs. He ran them through the dark hair covering his chest, where his fingers found the nipples ready for him. His pinching sent a shock wave of pleasure down to his tool; his cock head flared and spewed a drop of precome from the piss slit.
With his pants still around his knees, Axel lay flat on the dolly and slid under the rear of his little red 1967 Triumph Spitfire. The car was raised on a ramp, so there was just enough room for Axel to point his cock up the underside of it.
Axel loved having sex with his cars. He relished the feeling of the cold metal as he touched it with his fat prick. He peeled back his foreskin so he could feel it on his cock head too. He kept a tube of Vaseline stored in the assembly near the left rear tire; it was useful to reduce wear on moving parts. Now Axel generously coated his own massive piston as it slid upward in the cylinder of his cupped hand. He was always conscious of how important proper maintenance was, both to machinery and to his body.
Once the grease was properly applied, Axel gripped his cock with both hands, wedging his fists against the shock absorber. He thrust his hips up, then down, slowly at first. The veins in his cock ballooned to their fullest, bringing the nerve endings out to experience each movement up and each movement down. Axel's foreskin usually covered his huge dick head, but now, as he pulled his hands down the length of his shaft, the sheath peeled away, exposing the swollen tip so full of blood that it could no longer be contained. Bubbling past the slick coating of Vaseline, another ribbon of precome escaped his hole. The sucking sound of each thrust reminded Axel of the butt hole he had plugged the night before. Too bad the little red Triumph above him couldn't respond, but he knew he was good, and that was enough. As he made love to his Spitfire, Axel talked to it with six-cylinder words of love.
"You love getting fucked in the rear, don't you? Yeah. My big fat cock'll get you going. See, I gently thrust up and pull back, and then I let you have it hard. Oh, yeah. You got me going, babe."
Axel removed his right hand from his dick and grabbed hold of his right nipple.
"Yeah. That feels great. Oh, babe, my fist is so tight, and my cock is so hard. I'm getting close."
Humping his nuts off, Axel didn't see that his words and actions were having an amazing effect on the Spitfire. The entire car became charged with energy all its surfaces rose in temperature. The once-cool metal was now heating up as if there were a sexual flush coursing through it. As if it were alive.
Now Axel stopped thrusting as his left hand took over completely, he concentrated on stoking his fiery rod. His heavy gasps and the sticky sounds of his manual pumping drowned out the buzzing of the work lights. Then, stopping his rhythm for an instant, Axel moved his right hand from his nipple to touch the outside of the car.
The Spitfire's engine turned over.
With Axel's hand stroking its cherry-red body, the Triumph's engine accelerated until it was racing, pumping at incredible rpm's. The deafening roar of the motor brought Axel right over the top.
"Fuck, babe, I'm going to shoot!" he yelled.
Jets of come flew upward, landing on the axle shaft. The thick ropes of jizz hissed as they touched hot metal and then dripped down on Axel. The sensations were so intense, his body convulsed with pleasure. Helplessly he moaned at every new spasm.
Finally Axel came out of his orgasmic rush and removed his right hand from the auto's scorching body.
Abruptly the engine stopped.
Quickly rolling himself out from under the car, Axel got to his feet and tried to pull up his pants. He was trembling from excitement, but now fear set in. He had to lean against the workbench to hold himself up. It took several minutes and a lot of concentration just to button up his jeans.
"Shit!" he said aloud. "What just happened?"
Did the car start itself? He must be hallucinating from gasoline fumes. Maybe he'd blacked out or something.
He found a rag on the workbench and wiped the Vaseline off his hands. After he stuffed the rag into his back pocket, he picked up the water bottle on the table and took a swig.
Axel went over to touch the Spitfire. It was definitely hot, but then the garage was warming up, as it always did on a
June day. He walked around to the driver's side, opened the car door, and checked to see if the keys were in the ignition. They weren't. That ruled out the idea of someone's having sneaked in and started the engine. He dug into his pants pocket and found the only set of keys he had.
"I must be fucking crazy," he said.
As he shut the door, he saw his greasy handprint a quarter of the way up it. The melting Vaseline had dripped down the side. He looked at his right hand, it was sore to the touch. Little blisters rose on his fingertips.
"There must be something wrong with the engine", he thought.
Axel put down the water bottle and moved to the front of the car. Up went the hood as Axel touched the engine block.
"Ouch, Shit!" he hissed, blowing on his hand from the heat.
Closing the hood, Axel grabbed the rag in his pocket and began to wipe the Vaseline off the car door. He worked on the grease stain, first dabbing it up, then rubbing it off in circles that became larger as he pressed harder. He found himself transfixed, watching the sweeping movements of his hand.
Suddenly dropping the rag, Axel began to stroke the car with his naked palm. His dick began to twitch, and he moaned realizing he was getting hard again. And the engine of the Triumph responded No doubts this time. The car's powerful engine was pounding to match Axel's pulse.
Wild with excitement Axel rubbed his bare chest along the hot fender. Then he stood up and mounted the back end of the car. He could feel the smooth metal on his sweaty flesh. Pressing his body to the car, caressing it, he began humping with slow, deliberate thrusts. The denim slid over the shiny body easily. The position was awkward; the fuel cap dug into his ribs, but he was completely unable to control his actions.
"Oh, fuck! You're so fucking hot! Oh, yeah, do you like it?" he screamed hoarsely. The Spitfire shook as if it were experiencing an orgasm. The engine shuddered, then quit. The car let out a deep sigh and emitted a cloud of exhaust.
Axel was still grinding his pelvis into the car. His cock strained wildly against his jeans, ready to explode and release the tensions built up from this assault. He was so caught up in his lovemaking, he didn't even hear the garage door open.
There stood Drew, staring at the convulsing body of the shirtless man straddling the rear of the bright red sports car.
"Jesus, Axel," he said as he hauled his lover off the car and dragged him out into the fresh air of the driveway. "What the fuck were you doing? The garage is full of exhaust. You could have become asphyxiated in there. Breathe deeply. Get the oxygen flowing."
Axel's glazed eyes looked past Drew. His breathing was shallow. A shudder ran through his body as he started coughing. Drew caught him, seeing him about to fall, but in his struggle for air, Axel pulled Drew to the ground. They sat there together, dazed, on the pavement of the driveway.
"What the hell happened?" wheezed Axel.
"I found you on top of the Spitfire. You must have passed out from the fumes. Why did you start the car with the garage door closed? You know you've had problems with that car."
"I didn't start the car."
"Axel I heard the car start. I mean, the engine was racing like crazy."
Axel thought about what had been going on in the garage for the last half hour. He wasn't sure he believed it; there was no way Drew would.
"I guess I just didn't think about what I was doing."
Drew wrapped his arms around Axel and kissed him.
"You scared me shitless. After our fight last night, I thought maybe you'd gotten depressed and--" He hesitated.
Axel smiled to reassure him. He kissed Drew back and rubbed his hand in the curly mass of blond hair.
"Don't worry, I'd never do anything like that. I just forgot that the Triumph was giving me trouble. I really did almost do myself in, huh?"
"Scared me shitless," Drew repeated.
"Look at me," Axel said, surveying his grease-smeared chest and arms. "I'm a mess. And what's this?" He pointed to a round imprint just under his ribs the size of a jar lid.
"I think you passed out on top of the gas cap."
"Oh."
"You'd better walk around a bit. You need to get more oxygen in your system. I bet you'll have a headache soon."
They both got up, and Drew helped Axel steady himself. He was a mess. As he brushed the dust off his pants, he noticed that his cock was still hard and quite uncomfortable.
"I need a shower," Axel suggested.
"Are you all right to walk?"
"I think so."
As they walked by the garage toward the house, Axel glanced at the Spitfire and saw the taillights blink on and off.
"There! Did you see that?" he asked Drew.
"What?"
"Nothing. Never mind," Axel said, thinking better of it. "I better go lie down after my shower. I'm getting dizzy again."
"I'll have to watch you take that shower."
"Fine with me."
Drew started the shower while Axel pulled off his shoes and socks and removed his pants. His dick was still hard, still slick with Vaseline and precome. He smelled like a man who'd just had long, hard sex, and he was ready for more.
He walked over to Drew, who was bending over to adjust the water tem- perature. He grabbed hold of Drew's inviting butt. Deftly pulling down Drew's running shorts, Axel took a long bite of his right ass cheek, sucking the flesh between his teeth. When he finally let go, the skin was white where his teeth had made impressions and rosy where he had sucked. His tongue started lapping Drew's hard white mounds removing the salty film. Axel pressed his nose between the crack and parted it with his hands. Moving downward with his tongue, Axel traced a fine line between Drew's legs. He gave a quick lick to the low-hanging balls. They immediately reacted by pulling up close to the root of the cock. Drew was trembling from the sensations.
Axel worked his oral appendage back up to the inner regions of Drew's ass. When his tongue made contact with the puckering lips of the eager hole, he licked and poked it, trying to encourage it to open up. The fluttering of his sphincter made Drew's cock wave up and down as his swollen orbs danced in their ballroom. Axel pushed his face in deeper to allow his rigid tongue to penetrate. He finally coaxed the tight circle to relax and extend a warm welcome to its intruder.
Axel pulled back and gave Drew's ass a good smack
"Oh, yeah," Drew responded.
Before Axel resumed his attack on the opening, he reached down to his cock and milked out cock juice till his hand was slick with the liquid. A deep groan escaped from Drew as Axel replaced his tongue with a finger covered with precome from his glistening dick. It slid right in. The finger pumped in and out slowly, each time entering a little deeper.
Drew wiggled his butt to get a better feel of the invader. His ass was now well-lubricated, so Axel added another finger to the orifice. And then another.
Axel could see Drew's face between his spread legs. His eyes were closed, his mouth open. Sweat ran down his face.
"Hey, let's get in the shower," Axel suggested, pulling out his fingers slowly.
Drew straightened up and stepped into the shower. Axel followed him in. Under the spray of the water, Drew rinsed off the sweat. Axel grabbed the soap and started lathering Drew's pecs. His chest wasn't as developed as Axel's, but the tall, lean body was tightly compact. The contrast of the two had always been the envy of their friends The soft blond hairs on Drew's chest swirled as Axel kneaded the mounds of muscle firmly.
Axel continued down Drew's body and reached his cock. It curved upward, touching his belly just past his navel. When Axel took hold of the solid rod and stroked the lather over it, Drew jumped. His engorged dick was so hard, it felt like a lead pipe. Next Axel turned Drew around so that he was facing the shower and rubbed the soap be- tween the taller man's ass cheeks. He made a quick probe of the hole with his finger to make sure it was still wet.
Again he turned Drew to face him. He could tell Drew was ready for anything now. He flicked his tongue at the pink nipples, which rose on contact. He bit down on each one, then licked Drew's tits.
Axel got down on his haunches to inspect Drew's beautiful cock. The small tip was a perfectly shaped mushroom atop a long, creamy white stem. Hanging low were two medium-size hairless balls. Axel stuck out his tongue and touched the sensitive underside of Drew's dick. It leaped up, smacking against his abdomen. He moved himself closer, pulled the cock down, and covered its head with his mouth. Instantly he felt the knob balloon up. Overcome with an incredible hunger, Axel took the dick farther in and tried to swallow it. He sucked hard, making slurping sounds as Drew moaned at each forward move.
Axel was pulling on his own huge prick, anticipating the coming tide of Drew's orgasm. His heavy balls were drawn up tightly, ready to release his own wave.
Suddenly Drew had both hands on Axel's head and was ramming his cock deep into his mouth. He hit the back of his throat, causing Axel's gag reflex to kick in. Now Drew's dick was so hard, the position was becoming uncomfortable. He pulled out of Axel's mouth, and his dick flicked back to attention with a wet slap on his stomach.
"Lie down on your back, "he said to Axel. The shower wasn't the easiest thing to fuck and suck in, but they were so hot, it didn't matter.
Drew positioned himself over Axel and guided his cock into his lover's open mouth. His grinding hips plowed his ten-inch dick deeper into Axel's throat. It was amazing: His whole tool seemed to disappear into it.
Drew hungrily reached out to do what he could for Axel's dick. Drew had learned how to lick the head and nibble the foreskin until he brought Axel over the edge.
The tension was building. Drew felt the intense pressure at the base of his cock and knew he was ready to let go. Just as his first shot was about to fire, he pulled out of Axel's mouth and let out a deep groan. He thrust his pelvis forward, and a stream of come flew out, hitting Drew in the face as he sucked on Axel's dick.
Axel took over the action on his own prick just as Drew's second shot erupted and landed in his dark pubes. Come exploded a third and fourth time.
He grabbed Axel's dick and pulled--now it was his turn.
The flow spurted from his come hole and dribbled down his cock. Each pulsation made Axel convulse with pleasure. The shower echoed their grunts and moans.
Once it was over they got up and rinsed themselves off. Axel washed himself with soap, removing the smudges of grease from his chest, arms, and hands.
"I think you'd better go lie down in the bedroom for a while," Drew said. "We might have overdone it after what you just went through in the garage."
"Good idea," responded Axel as he dried himself off. What had happened in the garage? He wasn't too clear in his mind about it. He'd have to check the Spitfire later to see what the problem was, if indeed there were one at all.
Two hours later Axel woke up. The headache he'd expected to have never materialized; he felt surprisingly rested. After what he'd gone through in the garage and then in the shower, he was also amazed that he was still really horny. He reached under the sheets. Sure enough, he was hard as a rock again.
He raised his head, looked around the room, and noticed Drew next to him in bed. He stroked his lover's curly blond hair. Drew opened his eyes and smiled. Flopping over on his side, he pulled Axel: to his body. They started rubbing together and grinding their pelvises.
"You ready for more?" Axel asked.
"More?" Drew's eyes widened.
Axel turned to the nightstand next to the bed, got out the lube, and tossed a rubber to Drew. Positioning himself between his lover's parted legs, Axel squeezed out a large drop onto his fingers and applied the slime over Drew's puckered pink ass lips. He coaxed the hole to open, easing a finger in and sliding it out, tickling the hole as it closed up tightly. Another finger trespassed into the entrance. Drew moaned as Axel gave his hole a good, long workout.
Once Axel felt Drew was ready for him, he covered his fat prick with the lube left over on his hand. Drew took the foil packet Axel had given him and ripped it open. While Axel pulled back his foreskin, exposing the naked head, Drew placed the latex sheath at the tip of his cock, pinching the top and unrolling the condom over the massive rod. Axel applied lube to the protective cover.
"Fuck me, Axel," Drew begged.
Axel pointed his cock at Drew's waiting asshole. He slowly pushed the fat head forward, feeling that tight circle reluctantly give way. As Drew felt himself being opened up, he pushed against Axel's bulbous probe, advancing it farther and farther. Even with the rubber on, Axel could feel the heat throbbing in Drew's chute.
Once the swollen head finally made it in, Drew's sphincter closed fast around Axel's thick meat. Drew thrashed around under Axel, moving his pelvis in a circle, easing that rod in deeper. Then Axel's dick was buried to the root, and Drew's cock got hard again. Blood flowed in, changing its white skin to a vivid crimson.
Axel pushed forward, teeth clenched. He was on top of Drew, holding himself up with one hand while the other stroked Drew's dick. With perfect timing Axel thrust as Drew clenched the muscles in his ass. Their rhythm had been perfected over many hours of practice.
Knowing what his lover wanted, Drew reached up, grabbed Axel's nipples, and pulled hard. Axel pounded hard in return. Sweat began to drip down Axel's back as his momentum increased. His balls made slapping noises against Drew's butt. Axel loved the sounds of fucking, loved breaking into a sweat. It was like getting a workout and achieving the ultimate pump.
Drew took hold of his own dick so Axel could use both arms to steady himself as he plowed in deeper and deeper. Axel's abs contracted rippling at each forward thrust. Drew moved his free hand down to rub the hard stomach muscles. With Axel's body slick with sweat, the aroma of two men making love permeated the room.
Without warning Drew's body tensed, and a surge of come sailed out, landing on his heaving chest. The spasms in his ass contracted around Axel's penetrating cock. This was enough to make Axel's desire well up and explode. With a guttural cry he shot jet after jet into the latex bubble.
Axel pulled out his dick, whipped off the rubber, and let go a thick dribbling ooze that landed on Drew's cock and balls. The smells of sweat and come filled their nostrils. After the orgasms subsided Axel rubbed the milky liquid all over Drew's hot body.
"I guess we'll need another shower," Axel said.
"Another?" asked Drew.
'Yeah. We just had one about two hours ago."
"Where was I?"
"You were there too," Axel reminded him.
"We had a shower at 6:30 this morning?"
"What are you talking about? We had one after we came in from outside. Remember, after you found me in the garage passed out?"
"You must have been dreaming. It's 8:30 right now. You usually go to work on your cars about 9."
"It was some dream."
"I'll bet it revolved around sex," Drew said with a smirk.
"You know it. Well, OK, then, I'd better get my ass out of bed and start on that Spitfire in the garage. I'll be glad once I can get it back together again. It would be nice to get a good price for it."
"I'll start breakfast and call you when it's ready," Drew said as Axel made his way to the bathroom. He heard the heavy stream of piss splashing into the toilet bowl, then the flush of the water.
This Sunday morning, as always, Axel put on his grease stained jeans and tight T-shirt to work on the car he was restoring. Entering the garage through the side door, he flipped on the light switch. Click. Click. Click.
"Shit. The light's burned out."
Axel walked over to the garage door, lifted it open, moved to the Spitfire, and gave it an affectionate stroke.
The horn started blasting.
"What the hell?"
"Going around to the front of the car, Axel lifted up the hood and tried to pry off the battery cables. In the background the back door slammed as Drew rushed naked into the garage.
"What are you doing?" Drew yelled over the din.
"I didn't do anything. Hand me those pliers."
As Drew picked up the tool, the horn stopped.
"There must be an electrical short of some kind. I'm not too good when it comes to electrical systems, but I think I'd better remove the fuse to the horn in case it happens again."
Axel walked to the driver's side, opened the door, hunkered up under the steering wheel, and probed in search of the fuse panel. But when he moved to disconnect the fuse, the Spitfire's hood slammed shut. The horn blared out again in earsplitting blasts, louder than before.
"Axel!" screamed Drew. "What did you do?" Frantically Drew leaned over the hood, looking for the release mechanism. But as his bare flesh touched the car, the chassis shuddered and sparked.
Again the Spitfire's engine roared into life, terrifying, baying like a wild animal. Drew jumped back and screamed "Axel, what the fuck is happening?"
As if in answer, the Spitfire's headlights fired up, bathing the garage in a green-white blast of light. Drew, his eyes wide with fright, stumbled backward through a pile of disassembled parts and flattened his naked body against the rear wall of the garage. But that wasn't enough to save him.
With a towering roar the car began to move.
Axel found himself trapped between the front seat and the floorboard, being dragged along as the Triumph lurched forward and picked up speed. He managed to throw himself free, cutting his head badly on the rear fender as it sped past him.
Noises filled the garage those next few seconds: blasting horn, racing engine, grinding gears, screeching tires. Then Drew screamed.
Axel heard a soft "oof" and knew with sick certainty what it meant. No more screams. Instead, crunching, shattering, groaning-dreadful sounds--as metal, glass, and flesh bent, tore, twisted on impact.
When Axel came to, he was lying on the cold concrete floor of the garage, half blinded by blood. He turned his head slowly, realized he could still see through his right eye, and focused gradually on his surroundings. He could make out the ramp where the Spitfire had been. The little red sports car was no longer there.
Axel sat up with a jolt, which made his head spin and nearly caused him to pass out again. He bent his knees and crossed his arms over them to rest his head.
A soft gurgling moan quickly revived him. He looked off to his left and saw the car smashed into the back of the garage. There on the hood was the blood-covered body of Drew. His face was pressed up against the windshield where the glass had shattered in a round spiderweb design. At the center was the dead, staring green eye of the boy he loved so much.
Click. Click. Click.
"Shit, the light's burned out."
Drew walked over to the window and opened the blinds. Sunlight streamed in across the hospital bed.
Axel reacted at last, opening his eyes to the golden warmth beating down on him.
"Drew?" he asked weakly.
"It's OK. I'm right here."
"What happened? God, Drew. Are you all right?"
"Fine. How are you feeling?"
Axel tried to sit up, winced at the pain that came from his forehead. He had a major headache.
"Ouch. Fine, I guess, where?"
"You're in the hospital. Do you remember the accident?"
"The accident? I remember the car all smashed up."
"The Spitfire was totaled. You're lucky to be alive."
"Me? I saw you lying there. I thought you were dead."
"No, Axel I wasn't in the car. Are you sure you remember what happened?"
Drew related what the police had told him. Axel had been driving the Spitfire when something in the engine blew; he'd crashed into a tree just down the street from where they lived. An engine fire had started on impact, but somehow Axel had escaped with only minor injuries.
They'd found him 20 feet from the wreckage; he'd crawled that far before he collapsed. For the last several hours he'd been in and out of consciousness.
Axel noticed the blisters on his right hand. It all started to come back to him now. "It was really weird. I guess I was dreaming, but I'd have sworn it was real." He smiled at Drew, trying to make the best of it.
"I'm sure it was just a bad dream. I'll bet it all revolved around sex."
"You know me; nightmare or not, the sex was great."
"Obviously you're feeling better." Drew got up and went to the door.
"I'll get the nurse and see if we can get you out of here. I want you dreaming in our bed tonight."
Axel leaned back and closed his eyes. His mind wandered for a while. Then the thought struck him: He should bring in the tube of Vaseline from the garage. He wouldn't be needing it from now on.