The class was all over Jeff sanding off his old paint, pulling out his interior seats and panels, and checking under the hood and chassis. He felt violated. It was as if he was naked, and all the guys in the locker room were feeling him up. Danny hopped in the driver's seat before they yanked it out to check the transmission. He started Jeff up again. Without a radio, Jeff couldn't speak. Jeff's wheels were off the ground, and Danny shifted his shifter stick up and down through all the gears. It was like Danny was jerking him off - the shifter was after all really Jeff's cock. He brought Jeff to the edge, Jeff wasn't sure whether he'd spurt oil or what if he came. Then Danny shut Jeff down. Jeff never came. He need to cum, but he was a jeep. There was nothing he could do. The warning bell rang, and the class put their tools away, and tossed a tarp over Jeff.
Danny had a free period next hour - okay, it was supposed to be study hall. He asked Mr. Birch, if he could keep working on the new project, and Mr. Birch said yes. Alone in the workshop, Danny peeled back the sheet, and ran his hands lovingly along Jeff's sore, sanded, naked metal hide.
"Baby, I wanna do something real special with you for Greg. He is so hot, he deserves a really hot vehicle," Danny said. He reached in the jeep and unscrewed Jeff's shifter. Jeff wanted to scream. That was his cock that Danny was removing. Danny finished removing Jeff's transmission. Jeff felt like he'd had major surgery, and part of him was missing. A big part was missing. All he could do was wait, as Jeff's insides were strewn on tables awaiting the next class to work on him. His shifter and transmission parts were on Danny's table covered with a sheet, along with the new sound system that Danny was building for him.
When he calmed down after everyone went to lunch, Jeff realized that either Danny was gay or he had a bad mancrush on Greg. Somehow Jeff had to let Greg know? Maybe after he had a new sound system.