"The Mechanic's Nightmare"
      from the Files of TABOO TOPICS (714) 240-8480

Every Sunday morning about 9 o'clock, he put on his grease-stained 
jeans and tight T-shirt to work on restoring his vintage cars. 
Entering the garage through the side door, he flipped on the light 
switch.  CLICK. The long fluorescent element flashed several times, 
then illuminated the work area with a harsh glow. The low buzzing 
noise from the lamp was the only sound.  The cool air in the garage 
made his flesh rise. The bumps looked white against his deeply tanned 
skin. The smell of gasoline and motor oil aroused him; he started 
pinching and pulling on his erect nipples  through his shirt. He 
enjoyed how hard his nipples could get. 

As the sensations spread to his dick, he reached down and gave it a 
squeeze. The denim stretched as the organ filled out the confines of 
his pants.  He pulled open the button fly and dug in one hand, 
freeing his shaft from its imprisonment as his other hand pushed his 
trousers down to his knees. His thick, uncut cock stuck straight out. 
The swollen head was a deep purple under the protective hood, more 
than ready for the assault Axel was about to give it. 

Looking at it as it bobbed up and down pulsating with blood, he 
thought back to his high school days when he and his friends would 
have jack-off contests. Everyone was in agreement: His cock got so 
thick and hard, it could probably hold a spare tire. Ever since, he'd 
answered only to the name "Axel."

Axel was a man with an insatiable appetite for all things fast. First 
and second on his list were cars and men. His order of preference 
constantly changed, but both could generate so much lust that whether 
he was behind the wheel of a 425-horsepower l 965 Corvette Sting Ray 
or cruising a hot stud, Axel could keep his cock as hard as tempered 
steel until he could relieve his pent-up desire with an orgasm or at 
least that age-old remedy, a cold shower.

Axel removed his T-shirt, tossed it on the workbench, and cupped both 
his hands over his marble-hard pecs. He ran them through the dark 
hair covering his chest, where his fingers found the nipples ready 
for him. His pinching sent a shock wave of pleasure down to his tool; 
his cock head flared and spewed a drop of precome from the piss slit.

With his pants still around his knees, Axel lay flat on the dolly and 
slid under the rear of his little red 1967 Triumph Spitfire. The car 
was raised on a ramp, so there was just enough room for Axel to point 
his cock up the underside of it.

Axel loved having sex with his cars. He relished the feeling of the 
cold metal as he touched it with his fat prick. He peeled back his 
foreskin so he could feel it on his cock head too. He kept a tube of 
Vaseline stored in the assembly near the left rear tire; it was 
useful to reduce wear on moving parts. Now Axel generously coated his 
own massive piston as it slid upward in the cylinder of his cupped 
hand. He was always conscious of how important proper maintenance 
was, both to machinery and to his body.

Once the grease was properly applied, Axel gripped his cock with both 
hands, wedging his fists against the shock absorber. He thrust his 
hips up, then down, slowly at first. The veins in his cock ballooned 
to their fullest, bringing the nerve endings out to experience each 
movement up and each movement down. Axel's foreskin usually covered 
his huge dick head, but now, as he pulled his hands down the length 
of his shaft, the sheath peeled away, exposing the swollen tip so 
full of blood that it could no longer be contained. Bubbling past the 
slick coating of Vaseline, another ribbon of precome escaped his 
hole. The sucking sound of each thrust reminded Axel of the butt hole 
he had plugged the night before. Too bad the little red Triumph above 
him couldn't respond, but he knew he was good, and that was enough. 
As he made love to his Spitfire, Axel talked to it with six-cylinder 
words of love.

"You love getting fucked in the rear, don't you? Yeah. My big fat 
cock'll get you going. See, I gently thrust up and pull back, and 
then I let you have it hard. Oh, yeah. You got me going, babe."

Axel removed his right hand from his dick and grabbed hold of his 
right nipple.

"Yeah. That feels great. Oh, babe, my fist is so tight, and my cock 
is so hard. I'm getting close."

Humping his nuts off, Axel didn't see that his words and actions were 
having an amazing effect on the Spitfire. The entire car became 
charged with energy all its surfaces rose in temperature. The 
once-cool metal was now heating up as if there were a sexual flush 
coursing through it. As if it were alive.

Now Axel stopped thrusting as his left hand took over completely, he 
concentrated on stoking his fiery rod. His heavy gasps and the sticky 
sounds of his manual pumping drowned out the buzzing of the work 
lights. Then, stopping his rhythm for an instant, Axel moved his 
right hand from his nipple to touch the outside of the car.

The Spitfire's engine turned over.

With Axel's hand stroking its cherry-red body, the Triumph's engine 
accelerated until it was racing, pumping at incredible rpm's. The 
deafening roar of the motor brought Axel right over the top.

"Fuck, babe, I'm going to shoot!" he yelled.

Jets of come flew upward, landing on the axle shaft. The thick ropes 
of jizz hissed as they touched hot metal and then dripped down on 
Axel. The sensations were so intense, his body convulsed with 
pleasure. Helplessly he moaned at every new spasm.

Finally Axel came out of his orgasmic rush and removed his right hand 
from the auto's scorching body.

Abruptly the engine stopped.

Quickly rolling himself out from under the car, Axel got to his feet 
and tried to pull up his pants. He was trembling from excitement, but 
now fear set in. He had to lean against the workbench to hold himself 
up. It took several minutes and a lot of concentration just to button 
up his jeans.

"Shit!" he said aloud. "What just happened?"

Did the car start itself? He must be hallucinating from gasoline 
fumes. Maybe he'd blacked out or something.

He found a rag on the workbench and wiped the Vaseline off his hands. 
After he stuffed the rag into his back pocket, he picked up the water 
bottle on the table and took a swig.

Axel went over to touch the Spitfire. It was definitely hot, but then 
the garage was warming up, as it always did on a


June day. He walked around to the driver's side, opened the car door, 
and checked to see if the keys were in the ignition. They weren't. 
That ruled out the idea of someone's having sneaked in and started 
the engine. He dug into his pants pocket and found the only set of 
keys he had.

"I must be fucking crazy," he said.

As he shut the door, he saw his greasy handprint a quarter of the way 
up it. The melting Vaseline had dripped down the side. He looked at 
his right hand, it was sore to the touch. Little blisters rose on his 
fingertips.

"There must be something wrong with the engine", he thought.

Axel put down the water bottle and moved to the front of the car. Up 
went the hood as Axel touched the engine block.

"Ouch, Shit!" he hissed, blowing on his hand from the heat.

Closing the hood, Axel grabbed the rag in his pocket and began to 
wipe the Vaseline off the car door. He worked on the grease stain, 
first dabbing it up, then rubbing it off in circles that became 
larger as he pressed harder. He found himself transfixed, watching 
the sweeping movements of his hand.

Suddenly dropping the rag, Axel began to stroke the car with his 
naked palm. His dick began to twitch, and he moaned realizing he was 
getting hard again. And the engine of the Triumph responded No doubts 
this time. The car's powerful engine was pounding to match Axel's 
pulse.

Wild with excitement Axel rubbed his bare chest along the hot fender. 
Then he stood up and mounted the back end of the car. He could feel 
the smooth metal on his sweaty flesh. Pressing his body to the car, 
caressing it, he began humping with slow, deliberate thrusts. The 
denim slid over the shiny body easily. The position was awkward; the 
fuel cap dug into his ribs, but he was completely unable to control 
his actions.

"Oh, fuck! You're so fucking hot! Oh, yeah, do you like it?"
he screamed hoarsely. 	The Spitfire shook as if it were experiencing 
an orgasm. The engine	shuddered, then quit. The car let out a deep 
sigh and emitted a cloud of exhaust.

Axel was still grinding his pelvis into the car. His cock strained 
wildly against his jeans, ready to explode and release the tensions 
built up from this assault. He was so caught up in his lovemaking, he 
didn't even hear the garage door open.

There stood Drew, staring at the convulsing body of the shirtless man
straddling the rear of the bright red sports car.

"Jesus, Axel," he said as he hauled his lover off the car and dragged 
him out into the fresh air of the driveway. "What the fuck were you 
doing? The garage is full of exhaust. You could have become 
asphyxiated in there. Breathe deeply. Get the oxygen flowing."

Axel's glazed eyes looked past Drew. His breathing was shallow. A
shudder ran through his body as he started coughing. Drew caught him,
seeing him about to fall, but in his struggle for air, Axel pulled
Drew to the ground. They sat there together, dazed, on the pavement 
of the driveway.

"What the hell happened?" wheezed Axel.

"I found you on top of the Spitfire. You must have passed out from 
the fumes. Why did you start the car with the garage door closed? You 
know you've had problems with that car."

"I didn't start the car."

"Axel I heard the car start. I mean, the engine was racing like 
crazy."

Axel thought about what had been going on in the garage for the last 
half hour. He wasn't sure he believed it; there was no way Drew 
would.

"I guess I just didn't think about what I was doing."
 Drew wrapped his arms around Axel and kissed him.

"You scared me shitless. After our fight last night, I thought maybe 
you'd gotten depressed and--" He hesitated.

Axel smiled to reassure him. He kissed Drew back and rubbed his hand 
in the curly mass of blond hair.

"Don't worry, I'd never do anything like that. I just forgot that the 
Triumph was giving me trouble. I really did almost do myself in, 
huh?"

"Scared me shitless," Drew repeated.

"Look at me," Axel said, surveying his grease-smeared chest and arms. 
"I'm a mess. And what's this?" He pointed to a round imprint just 
under his ribs the size of a jar lid.

"I think you passed out on top of the gas cap."

"Oh."

"You'd better walk around a bit. You need to get more oxygen in your 
system. I bet you'll have a headache soon."

They both got up, and Drew helped Axel steady himself. He was a mess. 
As he brushed the dust off his pants, he noticed that his cock was 
still hard and quite uncomfortable.

"I need a shower," Axel suggested.

 "Are you all right to walk?"

"I think so."

As they walked by the garage toward the house, Axel glanced at the 
Spitfire and saw the taillights blink on and off.

"There! Did you see that?" he asked Drew.

"What?"

"Nothing. Never mind," Axel said, thinking better of it. "I better go 
lie down after my shower. I'm getting dizzy again."

"I'll have to watch you take that shower."

"Fine with me."

Drew started the shower while Axel pulled off his shoes and socks and 
removed his pants. His dick was still hard, still slick with Vaseline 
and precome. He smelled like a man who'd just had long, hard sex, and 
he was ready for more.

He walked over to Drew, who was bending over to adjust the water tem-
perature. He grabbed hold of Drew's inviting butt. Deftly pulling 
down Drew's running shorts, Axel took a long bite of his right ass 
cheek, sucking the flesh between his teeth. When he finally let go, 
the skin was white where his teeth had made impressions and rosy 
where he had sucked. His tongue started lapping Drew's hard white 
mounds removing the salty film. Axel pressed his nose between the 
crack and parted it with his hands. Moving downward with his tongue, 
Axel traced a fine line between Drew's legs. He gave a quick lick to 
the low-hanging balls. They immediately reacted by pulling up close 
to the root of the cock. Drew was trembling from the sensations.

Axel worked his oral appendage back up to the inner regions of Drew's 
ass. When his tongue made contact with the puckering lips of the 
eager hole, he licked and poked it, trying to encourage it to open 
up. The fluttering of his sphincter made Drew's cock wave up and down 
as his swollen orbs danced in their ballroom. Axel pushed his face in 
deeper to allow his rigid tongue to penetrate. He finally coaxed the 
tight circle to relax and extend a warm welcome to its intruder.

Axel pulled back and gave Drew's ass a good smack

"Oh, yeah," Drew responded.

Before Axel resumed his attack on the opening, he reached down to his 
cock and milked out cock juice till his hand was slick with the 
liquid. A deep groan escaped from Drew as Axel replaced his tongue 
with a finger covered with precome from his glistening dick. It slid 
right in. The finger pumped in and out slowly, each time entering a 
little deeper.

Drew wiggled his butt to get a better feel of the invader. His ass 
was now well-lubricated, so Axel added another finger to the orifice. 
And then another.

Axel could see Drew's face between his spread legs. His eyes were 
closed, his mouth open. Sweat ran down his face.

"Hey, let's get in the shower," Axel suggested, pulling out his 
fingers slowly.

Drew straightened up and stepped into the shower. Axel followed him 
in. Under the spray of the water, Drew rinsed off the sweat. Axel 
grabbed the soap and started lathering Drew's pecs. His chest wasn't 
as developed as Axel's, but the tall, lean body was tightly compact. 
The contrast of the two had always been the envy of their friends The 
soft blond hairs on Drew's chest swirled as Axel kneaded the mounds 
of muscle firmly.

Axel continued down Drew's body and reached his cock. It curved 
upward, touching his belly just past his navel. When Axel took hold 
of the solid rod and stroked the lather over it, Drew jumped. His 
engorged dick was so hard, it felt like a lead pipe. Next Axel turned 
Drew around so that he was facing the shower and rubbed the soap be-
tween the taller man's ass cheeks. He made a quick probe of the hole 
with his finger to make sure it was still wet.

Again he turned Drew to face him. He could tell Drew was ready for 
anything now. He flicked his tongue at the pink nipples, which rose 
on contact. He bit down on each one, then licked Drew's tits.

Axel got down on his haunches to inspect Drew's beautiful cock. The 
small tip was a perfectly shaped mushroom atop a long, creamy white 
stem. Hanging low were two medium-size hairless balls. Axel stuck out 
his tongue and touched the sensitive underside of Drew's dick. It 
leaped up, smacking against his abdomen. He moved himself closer, 
pulled the cock down, and covered its head with his mouth. Instantly 
he felt the knob balloon up. Overcome with an incredible hunger, Axel 
took the dick farther in and tried to swallow it. He sucked hard, 
making slurping sounds as Drew moaned at each forward move.

Axel was pulling on his own huge prick, anticipating the coming tide 
of Drew's orgasm. His heavy balls were drawn up tightly, ready to 
release his own wave.

Suddenly Drew had both hands on Axel's head and was ramming his cock 
deep into his mouth. He hit the back of his throat, causing Axel's 
gag reflex to kick in. Now Drew's dick was so hard, the position was 
becoming uncomfortable. He pulled out of Axel's mouth, and his dick 
flicked back to attention with a wet slap on his stomach.

"Lie down on your back, "he said to Axel. The shower wasn't the 
easiest thing to fuck and suck in, but they were so hot, it didn't 
matter.

Drew positioned himself over Axel and guided his cock into his 
lover's open mouth. His grinding hips plowed his ten-inch dick deeper 
into Axel's throat. It was amazing: His whole tool seemed to 
disappear into it.

Drew hungrily reached out to do what he could for Axel's dick. Drew 
had learned how to lick the head and nibble the foreskin until he
brought Axel over the edge.

The tension was building. Drew felt the intense pressure at the base 
of his cock and knew he was ready to let go. Just as his first shot 
was about to fire, he pulled out of Axel's mouth and let out a deep 
groan. He thrust his pelvis forward, and a stream of come flew out, 
hitting Drew in the face as he sucked on Axel's dick. 

Axel took over the action on his own prick just as Drew's second shot
erupted and landed in his dark pubes.  Come exploded a third and 
fourth time.

He grabbed Axel's dick and pulled--now it was his turn.

The flow spurted from his come hole and dribbled down his cock. Each
pulsation made Axel convulse with pleasure. The shower echoed their
grunts and moans.

Once it was over they got up and rinsed themselves off. Axel washed
himself with soap, removing the smudges of grease from his chest, 
arms, and hands.

"I think you'd better go lie down in the bedroom for a while," Drew
said. "We might have overdone it after what you just went through in
the garage."

"Good idea," responded Axel as he dried himself off. What had 
happened in the garage? He wasn't too clear in his mind about it. 
He'd have to check the Spitfire later to see what the problem was, if 
indeed there were one at all.
 
Two hours later Axel woke up. The headache he'd expected to have
never materialized; he felt surprisingly rested. After what he'd gone
through in the garage and then in the shower, he was also amazed that 
he was still really horny. He reached under the sheets. Sure enough, 
he was hard as a rock again.
 
He raised his head, looked around the room, and noticed Drew next to
him in bed. He stroked his lover's curly blond hair. Drew opened his
eyes and smiled. Flopping over on his side, he pulled Axel: to his 
body. They started rubbing together and grinding their pelvises.
 
"You ready for more?" Axel asked.

"More?" Drew's eyes widened.

Axel turned to the nightstand next to the bed, got out the lube, and 
tossed a rubber to Drew. Positioning himself between his lover's 
parted legs, Axel squeezed out a large drop onto his fingers and 
applied the slime over Drew's puckered pink ass lips. He coaxed the 
hole to open, easing a finger in and sliding it out, tickling the 
hole as it closed up tightly. Another finger trespassed into the 
entrance. Drew moaned as Axel gave his hole a good, long workout.

Once Axel felt Drew was ready for him, he covered his fat prick with 
the lube left over on his hand. Drew took the foil packet Axel had 
given him and ripped it open. While Axel pulled back his foreskin, 
exposing the naked head, Drew placed the latex sheath at the tip of 
his cock, pinching the top and unrolling the condom over the massive 
rod. Axel applied lube to the protective cover.

"Fuck me, Axel," Drew begged.

Axel pointed his cock at Drew's waiting asshole. He slowly pushed the 
fat head forward, feeling that tight circle reluctantly give way. As 
Drew felt himself being opened up, he pushed against Axel's bulbous 
probe, advancing it farther and farther. Even with the rubber on, 
Axel could feel the heat throbbing in Drew's chute.

Once the swollen head finally made it in, Drew's sphincter closed 
fast around Axel's thick meat. Drew thrashed around under Axel, 
moving his pelvis in a circle, easing that rod in deeper. Then Axel's 
dick was buried to the root, and Drew's cock got hard again. Blood 
flowed in, changing its white skin to a vivid crimson.

Axel pushed forward, teeth clenched. He was on top of Drew, holding 
himself up with one hand while the other stroked Drew's dick. With 
perfect timing Axel thrust as Drew clenched the muscles in his ass. 
Their rhythm had been perfected over many hours of practice.

Knowing what his lover wanted, Drew reached up, grabbed Axel's 
nipples, and pulled hard. Axel pounded hard in return. Sweat began to 
drip down Axel's back as his momentum increased. His balls made 
slapping noises against Drew's butt. Axel loved the sounds of 
fucking, loved breaking into a sweat. It was like getting a workout 
and achieving the ultimate pump.

Drew took hold of his own dick so Axel could use both arms to steady 
himself as he plowed in deeper and deeper. Axel's abs contracted 
rippling at each forward thrust. Drew moved his free hand down to rub 
the hard stomach muscles. With Axel's body slick with sweat, the 
aroma of two men making love permeated the room.

Without warning Drew's body tensed, and a surge of come sailed out, 
landing on his heaving chest. The spasms in his ass contracted around 
Axel's penetrating cock. This was enough to make Axel's desire well 
up and explode. With a guttural cry he shot jet after jet into the 
latex bubble.

Axel pulled out his dick, whipped off the rubber, and let go a thick 
dribbling ooze that landed on Drew's cock and balls. The smells of 
sweat and come filled their nostrils. After the orgasms subsided Axel 
rubbed the milky liquid all over Drew's hot body.

"I guess we'll need another shower," Axel said.

"Another?" asked Drew.

'Yeah. We just had one about two hours ago."

"Where was I?"

"You were there too," Axel reminded him.

"We had a shower at 6:30 this morning?"

"What are you talking about? We had one after we came in from  
outside. Remember, after you found me in the garage passed out?"

"You must have been dreaming. It's 8:30 right now. You usually go to 
work on your cars about 9."

"It was some dream."

"I'll bet it revolved around sex," Drew said with a smirk.

"You know it. Well, OK, then, I'd better get my ass out of bed and 
start on that Spitfire in the garage. I'll be glad once I can get it 
back together again. It would be nice to get a good price for it."

"I'll start breakfast and call you when it's ready," Drew said as 
Axel made his way to the bathroom. He heard the heavy stream of piss 
splashing into the toilet bowl, then the flush of the water.

This Sunday morning, as always, Axel put on his grease stained jeans 
and tight T-shirt to work on the car he was restoring. Entering the 
garage through the side door, he flipped on the light switch. Click. 
Click. Click.

"Shit. The light's burned out."

Axel walked over to the garage door, lifted it open, moved to the 
Spitfire, and gave it an affectionate stroke.

The horn started blasting.

"What the hell?"

"Going around to the front of the car, Axel lifted up the hood and 
tried to pry off the battery cables. In the background the back door 
slammed as Drew rushed naked into the garage.

"What are you doing?" Drew yelled over the din.

"I didn't do anything. Hand me those pliers."

 As Drew picked up the tool, the horn stopped.

"There must be an electrical short of some kind. I'm not too good 
when it comes to electrical systems, but I think I'd better remove 
the fuse to the horn in case it happens again."

Axel walked to the driver's side, opened the door, hunkered up under 
the steering wheel, and probed in search of the fuse panel. But when 
he moved to disconnect the fuse, the Spitfire's hood slammed shut. 
The horn blared out again in earsplitting blasts, louder than before.

"Axel!" screamed Drew. "What did you do?" Frantically Drew leaned 
over the hood, looking for the release mechanism. But as his bare 
flesh touched the car, the chassis shuddered and sparked.

Again the Spitfire's engine roared into life, terrifying, baying like 
a wild animal. Drew jumped back and screamed "Axel, what the fuck is 
happening?"

As if in answer, the Spitfire's headlights fired up, bathing the 
garage in a green-white blast of light. Drew, his eyes wide with 
fright, stumbled backward through a pile of disassembled parts and 
flattened his naked body against the rear wall of the garage. But 
that wasn't enough to save him.

With a towering roar the car began to move.

Axel found himself trapped between the front seat and the floorboard, 
being dragged along as the Triumph lurched forward and picked up 
speed. He managed to throw himself free, cutting his head badly on 
the rear fender as it sped past him.

Noises filled the garage those next few seconds: blasting horn, 
racing engine, grinding gears, screeching tires. Then Drew screamed.

Axel heard a soft "oof" and knew with sick certainty what it meant. 
No more screams. Instead, crunching, shattering, groaning-dreadful 
sounds--as metal, glass, and flesh bent, tore, twisted on impact.

When Axel came to, he was lying on the cold concrete floor of the 
garage, half blinded by blood. He turned his head slowly, realized he 
could still see through his right eye, and focused gradually on his 
surroundings. He could make out the ramp where the Spitfire had been. 
The little red sports car was no longer there.
 
Axel sat up with a jolt, which made his head spin and nearly caused 
him to pass out again. He bent his knees and crossed his arms over 
them to rest his head.

A soft gurgling moan quickly revived him. He looked off to his left 
and saw the car smashed into the back of the garage. There on the 
hood was the blood-covered body of Drew. His face was pressed up 
against the windshield where the glass had shattered in a round 
spiderweb design. At the center was the dead, staring green eye of 
the boy he loved so much.

Click. Click. Click.

"Shit, the light's burned out."

Drew walked over to the window and opened the blinds. Sunlight 
streamed in across the hospital bed.

Axel reacted at last, opening his eyes to the golden warmth beating 
down on him.

"Drew?" he asked weakly.

"It's OK. I'm right here."

"What happened? God, Drew. Are you all right?"

"Fine. How are you feeling?"

 Axel tried to sit up, winced at the pain that came from his 
forehead. He had a major headache.

"Ouch. Fine, I guess, where?"

"You're in the hospital. Do you remember the accident?"

"The accident? I remember the car all smashed up."

"The Spitfire was totaled. You're lucky to be alive."

 "Me? I saw you lying there. I thought you were dead."

"No, Axel I wasn't in the car. Are you sure you remember what 
happened?"

Drew related what the police had told him. Axel had been driving the 
Spitfire when something in the engine blew; he'd crashed into a tree 
just down the street from where they lived. An engine fire had 
started on impact, but somehow Axel had escaped with only minor 
injuries.

They'd found him 20 feet from the wreckage; he'd crawled that far 
before he collapsed. For the last several hours he'd been in and out 
of consciousness.

Axel noticed the blisters on his right hand. It all started to come 
back to him now. "It was really weird. I guess I was dreaming, but 
I'd have sworn it was real." He smiled at Drew, trying to make the 
best of it.

"I'm sure it was just a bad dream. I'll bet it all revolved around 
sex."

"You know me; nightmare or not, the sex was great."

"Obviously you're feeling better." Drew got up and went to the door. 

"I'll get the nurse and see if we can get you out of here. I want you 
dreaming in our bed tonight."

Axel leaned back and closed his eyes. His mind wandered for a while. 
Then the thought struck him: He should bring in the tube of Vaseline 
from the garage. He wouldn't be needing it from now on.