Under The Hood
By: Giantguy
you got an early start on the highway to avoid the killer summer
heat... suns only been up for a couple of hours but already its
gotta be climbing to a hundred degrees... your old piece of crap car
will overheat if you put the airconditioning on so you've got the
window open, the air blowing in like from an oven... you can barely
get any good radio stations ... and the highway just goes on
straight gray and empty...
you start to notice the car jumping a little when you step on the
gas. no indicator lights ... but something is definitely wrong ...
you look ... is that smoke coming out from under the hood? and ...
FUCK... a flame? shit... you start to slow down, getting ready to
pull over, wondering if you still have that fire extinguisher in the
car...
must be your lucky day ... the first exit you've seen in a hundred
miles is coming up ... you can probably make it to there... hope
the fucking car doesn't explode...
when you get off the highway you can see down the side road a ways
what looks like a beat up gas station ... not one of the big chains,
but there are a couple of gas pumps and some junker cars parked
around.
you pull up into the station, the car jerking and then stalling...
steam and smoke are pouring out from under the hood... you pop the
latch, and the smoke and heat billow out into your face, and you're
blinded by the stinging burning cloud...
FFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOSHHH a white spray covers the engine... you step
back, your eyes tearing... you can see a guy holding a large dented
red fire extinguisher canister... you wipe your eyes... as they
clear you can see he's young, but tough looking... dark hair matted
with sweat brushed back from his forehead... dark brows with cold
blue eyes underneath... mouth curled in a sneer with half a
cigarette hanging out... the beginning of five o clock shadow even
though it was only noon... tall... a blue coverall jumpsuit kind of
thing stretched over a muscled body... zipped halfway down the chest
for ventilation in the heat...
"What the fuck man, tryin to blow the place up?" The guy sets the
canister down, and takes a closer look at the engine. "Got a leak
in the hose here. Spraying fuel all over the engine. You came
pretty fuckin close, man."
you swallow hard, feeling the sun pounding down on you. "Uh, uh
thanks. I was gonna ... I didn't know where to ... uh, well can you
get it fixed."
The guy looks over at you. Something about his stare goes right
through you. "Yeah, I CAN. Question is, do I got the right
hose..."
you can help making a bad joke in your head... looking at the guys
thigh ... DAMN, it looks like he has the right hose all right...
snaking down his leg ... fuck, he must not be wearing shorts under
there...
"So have a seat, its gonna take a while, I'm fuckin busy. Dad's
laid up and I'm working here myself today."
you follow him in to the garage. One car is up on the rack... there
are tools everywhere on the greasy concrete. Hooked up to the
engine is a high tech looking piece of machinery, out of place in
this run down garage.
The guy sees you raise your eyebrows. "Man, not everything here is
a piece of shit. The new cars got all computers in 'em, need this
fuckin thing just to tell what's wrong with 'em. I've been learning
how it works ... making some modifications too..." He adjusts some
of the controls, looking up at the car. He turns back to you and
growls, "I said park yourself, it's gonna be a while. You goin'
anyplace in a hurry?"
you resist the urge to fight with him... not going to help your case
any. you try to look friendly. "No.. not in a hurry."
He grins... "Good. Siddown."
you find a folding chair and sit down. a couple of old issues of
car & driver and field & stream are lying around... you flip through
them, but you can't concentrate... the heat is too intense... almost
worse in the garage.
finally the guy finishes messing with his hi-tech toy, and goes to a
rack of shelves with boxes of parts ... he paws through them,
grunting as he checks them out. he comes over to you.
"I don't got the right one, but i can call a buddy of mine, he can
drive it over later on. Best I can do, so don't give me any shit."
You shrug. "Fine."
"Fine."
He shuffles back to the small office connected to the garage,
grunting into the phone. you watch him unselfconsciously scratching
himself... adjusting his dick under his coverall... he hangs up the
phone, catching your eye and giving you the thumbs up sign.
an hour goes by. you've forced yourself to read a copy of soldier
of fortune from front to back... you can feel sweat running down
your back. you see the dusty pepsi machine standing next to the
door to the restroom, which is propped open by a mop in a steel
bucket ... you dig up some change... man, this thing is only fifty
cents, must be fuckin old... the quarters rattle down into it ...
but no can drops. you pound on it. fuck. fuck fuck fuck.
you feel the guy's presence behind you a split second before his
fist flashes out from around your side BOOM! he pounds the
machine, and then three cans come tumbling out of the bottom. he
reaches down to grab them... you can see the cloth of his jumpsuit
stretching across his broad back, sweat darkening the middle... he
stands up, grinning
"This what you wanted?" he tosses you one of the cans, popping the
other two open. You crack yours, taking a couple swallows. he puts
one to his lips, chugging it in one long gulp ... you watch his
adams apple bobbing on his sweaty neck... almost without stopping he
begins to chug the other one... swallowing hard... draining it...
when it's done he keeps his head tilted back and lets out a long
resonant belch.
"AAAAhhh yeah. That's good." He steps past you into the bathroom.
it's tiny .. just a john with a tiny sink in a space smaller than a
closet. his massive body seems to fill the whole room. he doesn't
bother to move the bucket or close the door but just zips the front
of his coverall down and reaches in, hauling out his cock.
fuck... a fat, thick dick... and uncut ... he holds it like a
sausage in his hand and starts to pump out a heavy stream of piss...
you realize too late that you are staring at it ... you catch
yourself and go to drink your soda but you see him looking at you...
smirking... as his piss stream keeps going on and on...
you turn around, trying to look casual. you can feel him coming up
behind you again... he stands there. you can't help yourself...
you turn around...
he's standing there, arms crossed, coverall still unzipped down to
his crotch... his fat cock and balls hanging out. he takes a step
toward you...
"So man. Like that? You like looking at that?" he takes another
step. You can't find any words, you just shrug, trying not to look
at that heavy dick, starting to stretch a little now... you back up,
but he keeps coming closer.
"Looked like you were getting a pretty good look at it... makes me
think maybe you wanna see it closer buddy... 'zat right?" you take
another step backward and stumble over a tool kit and bump up
against the movable rack holding the high tech box, blinking and
humming. he moves up closer and closer...with no where to go, you
slowly slide down till you are almost sitting... your eyes at crotch
level...
his cock is slowly pumping up ... filling ... stretching out ... the
skin covering the head ...
"You ever seen a dick like mine up close? Don't mean cause its big
... I mean with the hood still on it ... you guys all get yours cut
off but I never did ... its the fuckin best part of it..." He digs
his fingers in, and grabs hold of his foreskin, stretching it out.
You feel a little dizzy... your mouth drops open as you breathe
harder... he smirks again and takes the fingers of his other
hand... grabbing his foreskin with the fingers of both hands and
stretching it out like rubber... FUCK... you've seen some uncut
dicks but nothing like this... he juts his hips forward as his cock
swells, pushing out, growing to a massive size ... he pulls on his
foreskin more ... flaring it out like a funnel.. FUCK it's huge ...
he stretches it till it's almost in your face ... you're looking
down into it almost like a tunnel ... seeing his fat cockhead, the
piss slit stretched and oozing out precum.... He pulls harder, even
harder on the skin... pushing it against your face ... the skin is
almost burning hot ...
something about the scent of it has you hypnotized ... you lean
forward... you can't help yourself... you feel a throbbing hum
pulsing through you ... from the cart? the machine? you don't
know... you close your eyes as he presses against you again... the
tips of his fingers touching your face ... as he stretches his skin
beyond belief ... wider ... his fingers feel huge ... his thumbs
gouged into his foreskin, pulling it, stretching it, while his
finger tips cradle your face... you lean forward .. the vibrations
buzzing through your body ... tingling as though you were drunk or
high ... the scent of him in your nostrils ... fuck, it's as though
you can feel that hot foreskin stretching around you ...
you hear him grunt... groaning... you open your eyes... FUCK... FUCK
... you are being enveloped ... you can feel his -- fingers?
ENORMOUS fingers -- pushing you further in... as he strains to
stretch his massive skin over you ... are you shrinking? the
tingling surges through you ... you can feel his fingertip, a foot
across, pushing at the soles of your feet, urging you deeper... the
light around you is red, filtering through the stretched, hot
skin... you slide in further, your head almost at his enormous
dickslit... thick clear precum is sliding out like syrup... the
scent is overpowering... the skin closing in around you, hot,
rubbery, smooth... your hands trapped at your sides as he forces you
deeper... your head reaches the slit... the precum flowing over
you... your head is swimming ... this can't be happening ... the
slit expanding, stretching over your head ... your shoulders
blocking the slit... another shove and your shoulders disappear
into the slit... you can feel his fist surrounding the stretched out
skin... working you slowly up into his slit... feeling you squirm
inside the shaft of his cock...deeper and deeper...
...
the truck pulled up, and scott got out. greg was standing at the
back of the garage, his coveralls unzipped, fisting his semi hard
cock, head back, mouth open, both thumbs wedged into his thick,
rubbery foreskin... hands tight around the shaft...
"Hey! I knew it ya fucker, ya work by yourself and you just fuckin
jack off the whole fuckin' day. I got that part you wanted, man, so
quit playin' with yourself and get me some cash."
greg slowly looked forward, grinning like he always did... he took
his hands off his cock, letting it hang, curving forward, still semi
hard. scott had seen his dick lots of times, takin a leak, no big
deal, and he knew greg had a big one ... but he didn't remember that
bulge in the middle where it got even fatter ... ah, the fucker was
probly just playing with it too much...
"Stuff that in your pants, fuckhead, and get the register open.
Never mind, I'll fuckin do it, I know where your fuckin' hands have
been." scott went into the office, banging a key on the cash
register, watching the cash drawer come sliding out. greg watched
him from behind, bent over, counting out the money, his t shirt
clinging to his body ... greg slowly walked forward, grinning wider,
moving closer ... pushing his thumbs in, and starting to stretch ...