Fixing the truck
Fixing the truck
By: Beefy the Bull
What do you do when the truck breaks down?
The rusted old half primer- half faded blue ford creaked bumped and rattled down the muddy gravel road that ran through the woods, and the radio's tape-cassette-player played an old rock mix tape. Magnum was driving as usual- he liked driving and found it to be very relaxing, his mind could wander about only so much, keeping the mood light. Beefy sat shotgun, one arm up on the open window, just enjoying the ride, and watching out the window
"How much you pay for this truck?" Beefy asked casually, spawning another random conversation between the two.
"Was about three grand- Not too little, not too much." Mag replied after a second of thought.
"Not too bad, I like it." beefy said with a smile.
"Yah it's a good one." magnum reached up and patted the dash board just over the radio gently.
"Ever think about painting it?"
"Nahh. It looks pretty good as is. I mean I could see it looking real good in a fresh coat of white paint..."
"White paint?!" Beefy said as if it were the worst color for a pick up. "You should paint it brown!" He said looking over at Mag with a smirk.
"Really? We- Hey, do you smell that?" Mag cut himself off sniffing the air.
"Smells like gasoline." Beefy confirmed.
"Well shit." Magnum cut off the engine and rolled to a quick stop, the two jumped out of the old truck and ran around to the front, where magnum threw the hood. Looking carefully the problem became quickly obvious.
"Well hell, theirs gasoline leaking from all the seals on the carburetor- must be something jammed in the needle." Mag said calmly.
"We have the tools to pull the carb apart don't we?" Beefy asked.
"Yah it's not too hard on this old lunk." Mag patted the front fender twice. "And I suppose you get to learn how to fix a carburetor buddy."
"You'll show me? Cool!" Beef said excitedly.
"Well go ahead get the tools from the bed." Mag said as he walked over to the cab and applied the parking break. Why not fix the truck in the middle of the road, they were miles from anything, anyone, and anywhere.
Beef returned from the bed of the truck with a dented up rusty red tool box, and set it on the ground next to the front bumper. "Ok what do we do first?" Beef asked. Magnum pulled his shirt off and walked back over to beef.
"See this fuel line? First you-" Magnum explained away the removal process, and set the brown bull to work. Leaning against a tree a few yards away in the shade, Magnum supervised, and gave pointers. But working in the noon sun was a tough ordeal, and soon Beef was profusely sweaty, and also elected to remove his shirt. Reaching over the grill of the truck, he worked enthusiastically on the pickup, both wanting to get to a good stopping point, and out of the sun.
"Damn its hot." Beef said as he wiped the sweat from his brow with the only clean part of his arm.
"You almost got it, once the carb's free, we can move to the shade an take it apart." the shirtless white bull gave encouragement. After a few more minutes work, it came free, and they gladly moved to the back of the truck, where Mag opened the tail gate, which made a handy table. Beef set it down and Magnum helped him take it apart, and quickly the problem was clear, a particle of dirt preventing the needle from seating properly. Magnum took the time to explain the workings of the carburetor, admitted he had no idea what some of the parts did, and the two reassembled the device. Then Beefy, now with Magnums help bolted it back down to the engine's manifold, and got ready to test it out.
"Mag, I stink of gasoline, bad."
"I know, I can smell you a mile away, and I'm not much better, the white bull held up his hands and shows the black grease stains caked in his fur after touching the grimy truck engine.
"You know, before we give it a try, let's clean up first, there's a bit of a creek over that away. Besides it would be a good way to cool off." with the last words, beefy decided that would be a great idea, the two bulls headed for the small stream of water, it wasn't but two feet deep and flowed slowly through the woods. But still cool clear water is cool clear water, and beef and Mag striped off their pants and walked in the cool waters, sitting in the creek and cleaning up some. Magnum walked up to Beef, who stood when he approached.
"Hey love, let me help you out- by taking this off." magnum started to slowly pulled down Beefy's jock strap- a gift from his lover, who felt that the brown bull looked very good in it.
"Fine, but I get to return the favor." and the two bulls only got the articles of clothing down to the thigh before it became a passionate kiss, and some grinding. Magnum broke the potential act, with a reminder.
"Alas; well my love, we'll have to finish this later- we should get the truck working before sunset."
"Yah, your right mag." beef said in dour agreement. "But I want a rain check." he added excitedly.
"You bet buddy." Magnum said gladly as he patted his nearly nude partner on the back.
The clothes got washed lightly in the stream too, and once the two bulls were clean they headed back to the truck.
"We can lay the clothes on the hood and roof of the cab, that'll warm 'em up and dry them out quick." beefy said.
"Good idea." and so the two bulls laid out the clothes, Beefy's and Mag's jock straps hung from the fixed CB radio antennas on the back of the truck.
Both bulls naked as their clothes dried, Magnum moved to the cab, and beefy to the front of the truck, and gave Mag the signal to crank the engine. After a few tries the truck roared to life, but the idle was set wrong and beefy leaned over the engine to turn the set screw. As he turned the truck he felt something tune his ass, and what felt like a finger go in.
"Wha-"
"I think there's some other tuning that needs to be tuned here..." a single finger slid back out trailed around the opening.
"Hurry up, babe, I don't think I can wait much longer..." Mag cooed. Beef quickly tuned the idle, and slammed the hood shut. Before he could turn around, he was shoved, landing bent over the hood. "Your just the way I want you, don't move."Mag said quietly.
The only part of beef that moved was his cock as it hardened. Magnum rubbed Beefy's ass once more, and then placed a hand on each of the brown bull's hips, and lined up for his shot. Beef lowed loudly as Magnum pushed deep, and drove in hard. Magnum grunted as he pushed his 'piston' deep in to the bore, and started to thrust hard.
"Yes!" Beef couldn't contain himself, his pre seeping on the chromed bumper. The truck rocked under the massive weight and powerful movements of the mating bulls.
"Let's take this to the rear..." Magnum said with a smile as he withdrew. Both walked over to the tail gate, and Beef bent over the lowered gate, and Mag stood behind him, and continued his powerful love making. This time the additional space under the tail gate gave a perfect spot for Beefs hard on to fully extend, and Magnum gave him a reach around. Grasping the brown bulls cock, he stroked with vigor as he pounded Beef's butt.
"Lover!" Magnum cried out loud.
Beef could only grunt and moan while he was under Magnums double assault.
Both bulls found release, Mag in to Beef, and Beef in to Mag's hand. Both collapsed on to the bed of the truck panting, until the two could disengage. Both needed a cleanup and the only place for that was the creek.
"Mhhhh. Love lets be quick, it's almost sun set." Mag said as his still thundering heart calmed.
The two rinsed off on the edge of the creek, and naked walked back to the truck.
"The clothes are still wet." Beef said sounding tired and disappointed, as it was cooling off quickly as the sun set.
"I know, put them in the bed." Magnum opened the truck's bed box, and removed a blanket.
"Here, put this on and get in. I'll run the heater and it'll be fine."
So both got in the truck and as they drove off Beef fell asleep wrapped in the blanket. Mag glanced over at him and smiled.
Fin.