in what seemed like a blink of an eye. The velocity of the acceleration of this powerful ride threw me back against the form-fitting, leather buck seat, like an impatient lover casting me forceful to the bed.

As I shifted gears – from first, to second, to third, to fourth, to fifth, to sixth – I became aroused by the feeling of the thick, hard, steel-knobbed phallus that controlled the engine’s motions. The feel of the gear shift in my palm was like stroking the cock of some ancient and powerful god. Each shift bringing him closer and closer to climax.

The rumble of the engine and the subtle vibration of the open road beneath me intensified my arousal. I felt like I was riding a stallion, the forceful pounding of its hoofs driving up through my body, stirring inside me a primal, instinctive passion that yearned for release.

I massaged the sleek, elegant contour of the dash and the exquisitely molded panels of the center console and instrument panel. I worked my fingertips into the smooth, scented texture of the formed leather scents. I breathed in deep the aroma of that new car smell, one of the strongest aphrodesiacs known to man.

Eventually, it all became too much and I had to pull over. I found a secluded parking lot and wheeled the car around back. I came to stop and shifted the car into neutral as I anchored the hand-break. My khaki shorts were tented halfway up the steering wheel by my rock-hard erection.

I had no choice, I had to relieve the raw sexual tension that had built up in me by driving this amazing automobile. I unzipped my shorts and my swollen cock rocketed through the gap. With my left hand, I gripped my prick, while with my right I mimicked my motions on the 350’s gear shift. I moaned in ecstasy as each synchronized hand twisted and pumped up and down the object in its palm.

When I felt myself getting close to erupting, I slowed my motions. I adjusted myself in the seat and forced my cockhead down, smearing my glans against the rim of the black, leather stearing wheel cover. My precum stretched from my slit to the wheel in long, thick, glistening strings that just begged not to let go.

I needed more.

I opened the door and hopped from the vehicle. Shutting the door behind me, I rubbed my hard pole against the driver’s side window. I smeared and humped my way around the car, granting the smooth, sticky flesh of my shaft ample time to grind and rub against the rearview mirrors, the headlights, the fender walls, the door handles, the gas cap, and even the sexy little chrome Nissan insignia on the trunk.

As I worked my way around this amber, feline, beast machine, the burning in my body and the throbbing in my belly continued its rise to an intensity I didn’t think I could bare. As I smashed my dick down flat across the top of the trunk, feeling the smooth cold steel of the clear-coated paint on the underside of my cock that I now drove in and out under the pressure of my flat palm, I felt myself reach the brink.

I fired a thick, streaming load of hot come all across the short trunk of the car, landing in clumps against the clear plastic rear-windshield that was sewn into the black vinyl of the convertible top.

Once my orgasm ceased, I