I always had a teenage boy crush thing for this one mechanic who my Dad always went to. His garage was a couple of blocks away from where we lived in our small Canadian town (I grew up there and left for college when I was 21). He was in his late twenties and had dark hair. unshaven frequently and was kinda tall and lanky. Looking back now, he was pretty homophobic and a bit of a red-neck. Typical for a small town though. Sexy and raw I guess.
He had a "63 Chevy Impala SS coupe that had seen better days - faded flat black paint with well-worn red fabric upholstery. His car had special wire rims fitted - I remember this very well - it made the old car look really long and low and mean - ready for action at a moment's notice. A definite male go machine.
He used to park his old ride behind the gas station in a small parking lot that was part of the property - you had to go down a ramp behind the station that was shielded from the main street. Very private. Very tempting.
Once I knew his baby was left there unattended every night, I couldn't resist going to look at it.
Those triple rear tail lights, dual tailpipes and chrome angled rear deck-mounted radio aerial caught my eye and kept telling me to get closer and look inside where this guy used to sit when he cranked it to bring it to life. Unconsciously, I guess I thought about him sitting there with that great tight hairy man butt of his - his mashing that chrome aftermarket gas pedal down with his old work boots, spreading his long legs and slouching down to give his balls some breathing space and driving it around town.
It was so black and low to the ground and such a hot-looking power wagon to a teenager without wheels. A pure sex machine tooling down the road - a pure male rolling hard-on for this guy for sure.
After the first time, I would go out after dark and go sit in it where I knew he had been earlier.
I wonder now if he ever went commando in that car. I hope he had more than his share of stiff cock, hard dick times in that driver's seat with his right foot firmly planted on the gas pedal and feeling those throaty, low-pitched growling dual mufflers idling away and beating roughly beneath him - the guy always looked to me like he could get a hard on in five seconds or less. Pure male. Hot man. Wonder if he ever left any cum on the seats. Did he ever jack off in his old beater when he was alone and horny and wanted to masturbate - getting off to whatever turned his crank. Guess I can only fantasize and imagine whether he ever did.
Me sitting in his seat with possibly his cum right under my ass makes me horny to think about now. Cum on the steering wheel too for sure. Me experiencing what I would never willingly have from this 100% straight male mechanic any other way.
He never locked his old Impala - small town thing I guess from the seventies. I was too young to really understand the sexual aspect of what I was doing. Bascially I had a young teen crush on the guy and wanted to be close to him - being in his car was as close as I would ever likely get to the guy. It was enough for a young teenager.
I loved sitting in his old car. The driver's seat was well worn down from where he sat. Indented from his butt cheeks over time - the upholstery was still good but a bit worn - it always felt warm to me from his body whenever I climbed into the driver's side of his very personal and somewhat sexually charged intimate car interior - sort of like an old stained pair of his jeans when I sat there - his jeans - covering his cock. I think I have a thing for front seats and certain types of uphostery. No doubt we all have our own unique takes on our fetishes - this is part of mine for sure.
The interesting thing about these cars was that they had a four position ignition switch. ACC, LOCK, OFF and START. Most guys just turned the switch to the OFF position and removed the key. The thing was that you could turn the switch without inserting a key to START and hopefully the car would start.
This guy also had a one-piece Chevy car mat and he took his ignition key and tucked it under the mat on the hump between the driver's and the front passenger's seats. I guess he figured no one would ever steal his old ride or take any interest in it.
