Well I always loved high performance cars and have owned once most of my life. I am not one to really get out and race but it is nice to know that I have the power when I need it. So on this beautiful hot summerâs day I decided to take my cougar out for a road trip to nowhere. I hit the highway and head out of the city keeping it just about 10 â 15 miles above the speed limit, music up loud and the sunroof open, sunglasses on and I am feeling pretty good. After about an hour and a half my engine seems to be running kind of hot so I hit the first exit to take a look. Take a look I say, yeah right, as if I know what to do under a hood. But up goes the hood and I look around, yup, there is an engine, some of that and this and those things, yes, I see fluid in the container. I decided that maybe the heat and high speeds were the cause so I decide to drive on these back roads for a while. Yes the countryside looks kind of nice out here. After all, being a city boy all my life, the only country I get is from a radio station every now and then.
I go over some rolling hills, taking in the views and sights that the country has to offer when my car seems to be running hot again. I see a small station all of a sudden, in the middle of nowhere here is a station, and just in time, the car starts to buck and kick, steam and I get the car to crawl into the lot when it turns off. I go into the station and call out. It took a few minute, I heard the guy yell out to hold on, heâll be right there. Well to my suprize, out walks this handsome guy, covered with sweat, tight tee shirt and jeans, a chest that would make you swoon.. and boy was I.
âUm. My car seems to be over heating.â I say
âWell letâs take a look at itâ he replies âafter youâ and he heads me towards the door.
It is sunny and hot outside, must be near 100 and the humidity makes it feel even hotter, no wonder he is covered in sweat I think to myself. Anyway, we approach my car and he tells me to pop the hood, he takes a look and says that he doesnât see anything right off the top so it might be a water pump or something else and that heâll have to wait until it cools down a little. I tell him that I have no other choice and is there a place that I can sit and wait. He tells me that he doesnât have any waiting room, that it is a small shop and that he is the only one working here today.
âCome on and you can keep me company while I finish upâ he says and we walk back into the garage. âBe careful here, it is kind of tight, no one is to come back here but since we are actually closed then what the hellâ
I follow him into the back, it is an old garage, dust and paper all around, like a place that has not been use in a long time. I continue to follow him in the dim light garage and then I see a shinny car in the bay area. It seems to me that he has been cleaning up his car, a nice clean muscle car. He tells me that this is his car and he just finished buffing it up. I tell him âI can see, it looks flawlessâ As I walk around to look at the car better, I notice that the other side of the car he has blankets spread out across the floor. It did not strike me to percuelar, he might have been on the ground buffing the side up and didnât want to be on the cement floor.
Well the guy starts buffs the car again as I watch. I see the muscles in his arms increase and decrease with each stroke, his chest flex, his bubble ass stick out in his jeans, the hair under his arms. Boy is it getting hot in here!!! I make a comment about the heat and he urns and laughs, âYeah, it gets real hot in hear in the summer.â And he flips his rag and continues buffing.
âSo what goes on in a town like this for excitementâ I ask.
âNothing, there is nothing to do around here at allâ is all he says.
â There has to be something to do, it is a beautiful countryside, people have to get together for something, a barn raising maybeâ and I chuckle.
âNope, nothing I tell you, everyone keeps to themselves, seems like no one cares about anyone around hereâ
I wonder about that comment, I can not believe that people are like this in this day and age. I go and sit down on the blankets to make myself comfortable and watch this stud buff his car.
âGo ahead and make yourself comfortableâ he says, âwith this heat it might take a bit longer for your car to cool down anyway.â
I just look at him, stare, think and then lean back on my elbows and wonder what he meant. As I lean back I feel something under the blanket and think that he just might have a magazine to read to help pass the time. It is not like I am going to get much conversation out of this guy after all. I pull the blanket back and find the magazine, it is a gay porn magazine, open to a page with two guys fucking. I stare at it wide eyed. It is not that I am shocked to see such pictures, in fact I am totally turned on by it, it is that I just caught this guy in a way and just donât know what to do next.