I want to fuck Luigi from cars exhaust pipe, written by u/kKinkiLinki, inspired by u/Black_Parader115

I want to fuck Luigi from cars exhaust pipe.

Oh god, the mere thought of Luigi nearly has me dripping, he’d never be with me in real life, I’m far too weak.

Last night, I truly discovered how intimate masturbation could be, it truly can be a spiritual experience.

I remember, first the thought, then the urge, then, finally the decision…

When I went in to my fathers garage with two empty bottles he thought very little of it, he barely noticed when I came back with one bottle half full of gasoline and the other a quarter full of engine lubricants.

When I entered my room I got to work, I mixed the engine oil and live into a cup, and stirred thoroughly. I then proceeded to gather my largest (and favorite.) lotion, which I used nearly daily for various masturbation techniques into the mix, stirring again.

My mother and father would be leaving soon for my brothers baseball game. My time has come.

I put a tarp on my bed, for easier cleanup, and began to fantasize…

I saw myself, reentering my room, there was candlelight, and my savior, my Luigi was there, wearing a red robe.

He pushed it off with his wheel, revealing his yellow chassis, gleaming in the candlelight. I approached, dropping my pants, so glad that I’d went commando today.

I touched his hood, flipping it up, Seeing his engine, his strong pistons, his tough hydraulics, “oh god, is this real?” I asked myself in my own thoughts, the fantasy overtaking any sense of reality that may have come to me…

I began to take my amalgamated lubricant, which was in my hand, both in the dream and in real life and putting it on my hardly pubescent cock.

I began to masturbate into Luigi’s engine, and when I finished there was hardly a single square inch of metal that wasn’t covered in white goo, now sizzling due to the heat of the engine.

I brought down my lovers hood and told him in a low, nearly emotionless voice “turn around.” He complied…

As Luigi turned around I noticed he left two skid marks on my mothers hardwood floor, I began to worry, what would she think of my new lover? My new life?

I pushed those thoughts out as a I saw Luigi’s massive Yellow trunk, and, as I did with the hood of his engine, I opened the crevasse.

It was spacious, and I wondered if I could fit in it. I began to crawl inside and breathed in the stench of my companion.

Let’s just say Luigi did not have that new car smell…

“Oh, so dirty, I may need to power wash you Luigi.” He responded in his powerful Italian accent “oh, I’d HATE to have that happen master.” Oh god, he truly is the machine of my dreams.

I crawled out of the disgusting trunk, shut it and began to examine some of Luigi’s more… kinky features…

His exhaust port.

Glistening steel, 3 inches wide, I knew that if fully sealed it could kill my lover, filling his chassis with dangerous exhaust. I also knew the only way to have a complete seal would be to put my mouth around his exhaust port. Killing me, not unlike him.

I decided that a good fucking in the exhaust port would do no harm, so I put my glorious three-part lube on my 2.5 inch wide dick (just enough to allow us both some wiggle room.)

This is where I learned why spiritual fantasy masturbation is an occasion that should be reserved to only the most special of occasions.

I came.

I came too early, even in my dream Luigi was disappointed, although I, had just had the most pleasurable experience of my life.

I laid in my own filth for an hour. Nearly crying myself to sleep, but knowing I’d need to clean up my mess before my parent came home.

As I finished up disposing of the disgusting combination of mucus and car maintenance product I looked in the place where I had finished within my fantasy.

Skid marks…