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Greasing the Gears: A Gay Mechanic’s Tale.

I used to think I was broken. Metaphorically, of course. The way I descended into the inner bowels of a formidable machine, eyes fixated on tiny screws and bolts, the smell of oil and unknown lubricants, was something I only ever dreamt of doing. But I was wrong too, because the grease that once carefully demeaned my appendages was slowly replaced by something else—something far warmer, something real. And that’s how it all started.

My name is Sal and I’m a mechanic, plain and simple. People like me never get seen but I found my gaze to be broken, my hands constantly soiled, and the feeling of that lubricate every inch of my body—that’s when the gears truly started to turn. The moment I allowed another set of eyes to roam over my body, taking in the scratches, the dirt, and all the wear and tear, I knew I was in for something different. Something that would take me beyond the boundaries of our soothed city limits and inside the depths of a world ne us never knew we were part of. Grease the Gears, indeed. And it all started when the mechanic met the artist…

Table of Contents

• 1. His Hands: A Grease-Stained Pleasure
• 2. Revving Your Engines: Heat Up the Garage
• 3. Connecting the Wires: Where Sparks May Fly
• 4. Full Throttle: Taking it to the Limit
• To Conclude

1. His Hands: A Grease-Stained Pleasure

I feel lost in a paradise of fingertips – he knows exactly how to craft shapes in the air and how to whisper secrets into my skin. His hands are rough and always covered in grease, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting them on me. The sensual pressure of his palms our bodies coming together is the only thing I need.

I love the way no matter what I do the look on his face never changes; his eyes level on me like I am the only one in the room. It’s electric how his hands move and the smell of motor oil is sweet, like a perfumed aphrodisiac. I can imagine them on every part of me, as I slowly slide into gear and let him steer my pleasure.

2. Revving Your Engines: Heat Up the Garage

The Layer of Lubricant
With the air filled with the earthy smell of oil, and the sounds of metal grinding, it felt like I was in my own little world; surrounded by machines and tools, vehicles and engines. Looking around, I saw the silhouettes of tools, car parts, and machinery lying around the confines of the garage. It was clear that this was a place of work, but there was no order or sense of structure in the way everything was arranged.

The Prowl of the Mechanic
I walked slowly to the back of the shop, picking up different items and running my hands over them as I went. My eyes scanned the room, eventually settling on an attractive mechanic near the back. He was bent over a vehicle, his eyes studying the engine underneath, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his face. His skin had a faint sheen to it, and it glimmered in the dimly lit space. As he caught my gaze, a faint smile crept onto his lips. We both knew what was about to go down; anything could happen in the confines of the garage. We both went for it – clothes flying off in a frenzy of lust and anticipation. Grease and oil covered my skin as I explored his body with my hands. His every touch had me trembling with pleasure as the intensity of our encounters ratcheted up a few notches. In that moment, everything felt electric as our engines revved up, and the garage echoed with heightened passion.

3. Connecting the Wires: Where Sparks May Fly

The smell of gasoline and sweat hung in the air as he made his way towards the back of the auto garage. His eyes roved up and down my body, as I chugged down a cold beer from a can. It had been a long, scorching summer day and the heat wave had only intensified as the hours rolled by. He licked his lips in anticipation, knowing something was about to happen.

He sidled closer, and I could feel the heat emanating off his muscular frame. His hands moved over my chest as I tilted my neck and closed my eyes. My pulse raced, and I felt him kiss me with a soft intensity before nibbling on my ear lobe. I let out a small groan of pleasure as he inched even closer, our jeans brushing against each other, filling my senses with desire. His fingers worked their magic, unbuttoning and unzipping until my package was revealed before him. His tongue found mine, and then suddenly his hand was there, delicately caressing and coaxing me until I felt my control slowly slipping away.

• The taste of his lips never left my mouth, even after he pulled back, my breath flowing in waves of shock and pleasure.
• We bent down against the hood of a car, locking eyes in deep desire and longing as he pressed me against its metal surface.
• His strong hands sliding up and down my back and stomach, as his lips moved from my mouth to my neck, then to my chest and face.
• Our mouths and tongues entwined in a ballet of passion and lust, as we thrust our hips forward, moving in perfect synchronization.
• The sensation of his hard body so close to mine, sending sparks of pleasure through my body, as his touch became more and more intimate.
• Gradually, our pleasure reaching its pinnacle, his arms wrapping around my body, and my legs wrapping around his, as our climax finally unleashed.

4. Full Throttle: Taking it to the Limit

My heart was racing. I’d lined up a potential customer for some car repairs. A few weeks back, one of my college buddies had asked if I was interested in taking on a job for a guy he knew. I needed the money badly and of course I said yes.

Stepping out of my shop, I saw him leaning against the hood of his car. His t-shirt was tight, accenting his well-built shoulders and arms. His eyes were beautiful; they had an almost hypnotic effect.

I did what I could not to stay focused on his body, but my mind couldn’t help but consider the possibility.

• The Tour Begins
  A quick tour of the engine revealed its condition was worse than expected—he’d need a full overhaul. Agreeing, he asked about the rate. I was about to reply when he reached out and lightly touched my arm. My skin seemed to burn wherever he touched.
• Heat in the Oil
  He suggested I take a look at his other set of wheels so I followed him around the back of the small garage. His ass was tight and his gait exuded a confidence that made me tingle beneath my skin. I could feel my cock hardening—I knew I wanted and yet I tried to keep my cool.

To Conclude

The cold engine we’d just spent the better part of the morning sleeping in was now hissing and roaring beneath us, every rumble sending an electric charge between my legs and deep into my core. I’ll never forget the look of awe and desire on my mechanic’s face as he ran his hands over the supple metal, his powerful frame trembling with ecstasy as he experienced the heavenly sounds of the sweet machine in action. His body, slick with oil and my sweat, glistened in the soft light coming through the greasy workshop windows, accentuating the curves of his perfect form. The look of satisfaction on his face as the engine coordination had been perfected, was a beautiful sight, and will remain embedded within my memory long after the leather seats have been wiped clean and the engine has returned to its silent sleep.