For at least twenty years I owned my vintage 1971 White Dodge Challenger. It was modeled after it's movie likeness, from an old cult movie classic; the big-screen version of "Vanishing Point." I used to take it to a lot of local car shows, and cruises, where it would get a ton of positive feedback from fans and car enthusiasts. Although it was a tough-looking muscle car, the powertrain, and suspension, were very old. The engine was also not very fuel-efficient, and with gas prices skyrocketing, it did not make it cost-effective to do long trips and cruises.
With that in mind, I started talking to some of the like-minded people I met, at cars shows to find out if they had done anything to modernize their vintage hot rods and muscle cars. The best advice I got one day, was from this other Dodge enthusiast. He told me to check out what the younger guys were doing, these days, with the modern Hemi engine swaps. For the same cost of rebuilding the old gas guzzler, I could get a modern Hemi crate engine that had more power and much better fuel efficiency.
I walked around the parking lot and checked out one particular group of younger Mopar guys that I met a few months ago, down at a Dayton Ohio meet. Some of the technology they were using to hop up the newer Hemis, was amazing. I didn't get a chance to talk long, but swapped a few email addresses, and went home with a lot of great ideas.
That Sunday night, I received an email from a fellow named Terry. In his email, he said he had just got his driver's license and was a real Mopar nut. He didn't have the money to restore a car of his own but liked my car and asked me what I was planning. I told him that I was curious about installing a current version of the Hemi, and updated suspension into the old '71 Challenger.
After a few email exchanges, it was clear that he was very enthusiastic. He asked if he could come over and help me on weeknights. I was humbled and grateful for the offer of help. I agreed to start Tuesday. That would give me a chance to tidy up my garage Monday night and make it somewhat presentable. By the time that I cleaned everything up, I felt excited that I'd have Terry coming by to help me. Ha, I'll make the kid do all the dirty jobs!
Tuesday evening rolled around, and Terry stopped by my place at 6:30 pm.
"I'm surprised that you weren't chased by girls all the way here!" I joked. He was a handsome young man, with slightly moppy blonde hair, and a fairly athletic build. Terry was a little bit shy during a quick meet and greet with the wife. I decided not to force him to endure any more of her small talk and we made our way to the big old garage at the back of our lot. I already had the vintage Challenger up on jack stands.
Terry looked at the car and smiled. He paced around it surveying the iconic Dodge muscle car, like a kid in a candy store. He looked under the hood, in the trunk, under the car, every single spot.
I smiled. He was overtly enthusiastic. While he was drooling over the car, I plucked my coveralls from the robe hook and started to get changed. It was humid, hot summer evening, so before putting my coveralls on, I shucked off my shirt, shoes, and jeans down to my boxers. It was completely natural, for me. Usually, I was in the garage alone. Stupidly, I didn't even consider Terry`s presence at all until it was too late. I was just slipping the low vee opening of the coveralls, up over the front of my white briefs, when I noticed Terry staring at me!
I froze with the bunched up fabric in my fists at my hips! Oh Shit!
My face flushed. Fuck he must think I am some kind of pervert or nudist.
"Sorry Terry" I apologized, smiling. "I am used to working alone, and it's a damn hot night!"
Terry smiled nervously. I could not help but notice his eyes locked on the well-outlined bulge in my briefs.
"No, it's no problem," he stared at my groin and firm abs as he spoke. "But man, you m- must work out, you have a great, body, I mean, a good body, nice, I mean!" he turned away slightly, while still looking at me.
"Hey yeah, I work out twice a week," I replied. I was flattered that he appreciated all that hard work in the gym. Truthfully I liked the compliment. I liked it a little too much. My white briefs stretched crudely. Shit, I'm getting hard, what the fuck?
I hiked up the coveralls fast however noticed Terry was still eyeing my abs and chest out of the corner of his eye.
I deliberately left the top five or six buttons undone down to my navel, so the vee in the coveralls opened up well through the middle of my chest. I was both proud and getting turned on even by the attention.
He's still looking at me. What's he looking at? My cock hardened in a steely throbbing erection. It craved attention!
"Well, we should get started on the engine, don't you think, Terry?" trying to change the subject.
He seemed to snap out of a trance, and remember the job at hand.
"Yeah, sure!" He answered enthusiastically.
We chatted in a friendly banter while working on the car. We had a lot of common interests besides just cars. If felt like the start of a good friendship. I explained to Terry that I never had a son, and being in such a rural area, there was not much chance of meeting my friends, during the week. I was happy for the help, as well as the social interaction. He is a very good looking lad.
We got busy, unplugging wires and removing parts from the engine bay. Continuing our conversation, while we worked under the hood. It turned out, Terry was from a single-parent family, and his dad hadn't been with them since he was very small. We just seemed to connect. I did notice that he often was looking at my chest, instead of my eyes, but I just dismissed that behaviour, to him being a shy kid. Maybe curious since he did not have a father figure in his life. Still, there was something else.
We were just getting ready to start disconnecting hoses and draining fluids when I noticed Terry was getting his shirt greasy.
"Hey, Terry, why don't you grab that spare set of coveralls, over there, so you don't get your clothes dirty?"
"Yeah, probably a good idea, otherwise my mom will be mad." He replied.
He took his shoes off and was about to step into the coveralls when I noticed him perspiring.
"You're going to be hot...!" I said, motioning towards my jeans, and shirt, which were hanging on the nail beside him.
He blushed.
"Don't worry about it! We're all guys here!" I said encouraging him, not to be shy.
When he took off his shirt, I was surprised how fit and sculpted his chest was. When he took off his jeans, I was very surprised to see his fully erect penis tenting beneath a tight pair of white CK briefs. Terry turned beet red, as he caught me, this time, staring at his crotch.
Shit, he's hot. He's got a fabulous body. I want to see your cock, Terry. Take it out. Show me, kid! Show me your hard cock.
I paused for a second, then said, "shit, don't worry about that, Terry, when you get to be my age, you'll wish that you could get a regular boner!"
I wanted to stare as he pulled up the very oversized coveralls, but bit my tongue. I had to use all my willpower to turn back to the car politely, while he changed.
When Terry walked up to the Challenger, I was pleasantly surprised that the buttons of his coveralls were all undone, except for the bottom one. My eyes followed the v opening from his smooth chest down to the visible waistband of his briefs. I stared down, wishing, rudely trying to see more.
God, I want to see that cock! I'm not gay, but I always had liked looking at nice male bodies, when I was younger. Especially nice-looking hard cocks.
I looked up and caught Terry's gaze. He smirked and seemed to like the fact that I was staring at him.
