Funky Stuff in the old Ford

When I was in seventh grade my grandfather was still driving a 1957 Ford. The car had standard shift mounted on the steering column. Beginning as a little kid, I was captivated by the process of shifting gears. My parents' cars were automatics, so riding in Grandpa's Ford was my only chance to watch the cool procedure.

I enjoyed gear-shifting so much that I often went into the garage and sat in the car to pretend that I was driving it. I never started the motor, but sat in the parked car and practiced coordinating clutch, gearshift and accelerator. I "steered" with one hand and kept the other one on the shift lever, ready for a sudden gear change. Both my feet were busy with the three pedals as well.

One memorable day shortly after turning thirteen, I was enjoying the Ford when something freaky happened. As I shifted gears and synchronized the clutch and gas, my stupid dick picked that time to get stiff. This changed my routine. Due to my stiffie I had to remove my left hand from the steering wheel and use it to squeeze my thingie.


In some crazy way I linked driving to the condition of my dick. My pretend driving became faster and more reckless, if such is possible in a parked car behind closed garage doors.

To make a long story short, at the same time I was pretending to drive I was also playing with my dick and feeling odd sensations throughout my body. I was rubbing and squashing my dick while madly zipping up and down through the gears and stomping madly on the pedals.

After several minutes I quit "driving" and concentrated on the peculiar thing that was happening to me. I couldn't shift any longer because I was now using both hands to deal with my erection.

With absolutely no though for what could happen if somebody discovered me, I unzipped my pants and began wiggling my very stiff peter. Apparently I'd already reached the point of no return, because it took only a few moments of wiggling myself until the whole world exploded. Was I scared? You better believe it. But my fright was overshadowed when I realized that I'd made a big mess. My shot had dirtied my pants. both hands and the seat between my legs. Not only that, the peculiar stuff was dripping from the steering wheel and making gooey tracks down the dashboard.

I had to clean everything up first. Then I meditated on what I'd done, but had no answers. The next day at school I got my best friend off in a corner of the library and asked him possibly the most idiotic question of my life: "Did you ever hear of weird sticky stuff coming out of anybody's peter?"

Both of us were ignorant as hell, but that didn't keep me from finally admitting that I was the guy that it had happened to - and later demonstrating for my friend. We gradually learned what was taking place and had many a dual wank together.

Back to the '57 Ford, it seemed to get me horny. I jacked myself in the car many times, "driving" and wanking into a rag at the same time.

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