Hot as an Oil Change: Mechanics Get Hot & Heavy under the Hood
I’ve heard tales of men getting hot and heavy under the hood and I never really gave it much thought until now. I pulled up to the shop, my engine purring in anticipation of the oil change I was about to receive. I stepped inside and saw the men sweating and tapping away blindly with their tools and the metal echoing musically with every turn of the wrench. In that moment, my body began to hum. Suddenly, I didn’t want an oil change. I wanted something much, much more. I wanted something as hot as an oil change.
Table of Contents
- 1. Greasing Your Gears: Preparing for a Hot & Heavy Session
- 2. From a Quick Quench to Long Lasting Engagement: Mechanics Train to Turn You On
- 3. The Ride of Your Life: Climbing Up the Ladders of Your Mechanics
- 4. Fast and Furious: The Finale of Your High-Octane Session
- Closing Remarks
1. Greasing Your Gears: Preparing for a Hot & Heavy Session
Getting Prepped:
You start your engine, leaving the garage with a honk and a roar. You cruise the streets, eagerly anticipating a hot and heavy session when you reach your destination. Feeling the excitement begin to coil in your stomach, you make a quick detour to the nearest gas station. A few extra quarts of oil and a few packs of slick new lube await you. Preparing for the night ahead, you grab the items off the shelf, their weight in your hand signaling the pleasure to come.
Applying the Grease:
Driving back to your destination, you start to think of how to apply the oil and lube. Anticipation turning you on, you pull up to the house and scour your trunk for the supplies. With oil in one hand and lube in the other, you cautiously approach the door and tap twice. As it opens, the heat of the situation radiates off both of you. Shedding clothes faster than oil on leather, you both barely make it through the door before the floor is covered in a slick sheen of lubrication. Greasing up each other’s bodies, you spend the next few hours exploring each other in the shower and tangled in the sheets of the bedroom, making them creak and moan as you reach a state of pure ecstasy.
2. From a Quick Quench to Long Lasting Engagement: Mechanics Train to Turn You On
Oil and Muscles
Being oiled up and working on a mechanic’s torso was an experience unlike any other. His body was hard and strong, and my hands traveled up from his feet, starting with a slow caress, enjoying every ripple and swell of his body as I moved toward his neck. His muscles glowed where I touched them, as if they were alive with anticipation. My fingers traced circles over his waist and abdominals, admiring his physique as my hands explored further, lingering over his toned upper arms and then sliding further to his taut chest.
We climbed onto the hood of an old car, where I grated his nipples with my teeth and bit down gently, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He moaned and moved his hips closer to me, wanting more. I obliged, pressing hard against his body with my own. He wrapped his legs over my shoulders and grinded against me aggressively, generating an urgent hunger that could not be quenched. His breathing became shallow as I kissed down to his navel, my hands exploring further down beneath the waistband of his coveralls until I felt the outline of his hardness and grabbed it between my fingers.
3. The Ride of Your Life: Climbing Up the Ladders of Your Mechanics
I knew instantly the moment I laid eyes on him that my oil needed changing — and soon. His hand full of tools, his clothes tight and fitted with patches and grease stains from his day’s work. He looks like he lives on a motorbike and eats gasoline for breakfast.
He invites me up to the bay where he quickly goes to work, whispering for me to come closer in a husky baritone “it’s hotter up here than on the asphalt,” he says, giving me a smoldering glance.
My skin prickles with anticipation as he takes off his shirt, revealing skin that is tanned and taut from hard work in the sun and under the hood – a body I can’t take my eyes off. As if reading my mind, he glances back with a sultry look that says “Are you up for the ride?”
I am and I follow him, my whole body tight with pleasure as I get down on my knees and duck into this man’s maze of mechanics, his greased up parts and pieces, his exhaust pipes and pistons fired up for the job, ready to take me on the ride of my life.
He works on me as if I’m his motor vehicle, tweaking and tuning every nut and bolt, oiling the parts that need it and anointing me with a special kind of grease that brings out a deep purring sound that I’m not sure if I heard or was only feeling from the inside out.
The temperature rises and my body is warm in a way it’s never known before and I close my eyes and savor every moment of this man’s touch. The pleasure builds in intensity as his tongue moves up and around my body, tracing hot circles and giving my skin a flame I can feel down all the way to the back of my throat.
4. Fast and Furious: The Finale of Your High-Octane Session
He seemed like an innocent enough mechanic, aghast at the state of my beloved ’98 Camry and promised to work slavishly until it was fully restored. I came for piece of mind, but I got something else entirely. I’d seen the twinkle in his eye before, knew he could be trouble if I wasn’t careful. As he finished his work, I could see he wasn’t experienced just with cars.
My head was swimming, my heart racing and I wanted to kiss him. He felt the same, I could tell. But no one was looking, just us, and giving each other heat. As his hands felt the contours of my body, I became elastic, stretching at his every touch, until sparks and heated embers exploded from my very core. His touch was multitasking, skating down my abdomen and resting on my pulsing manhood. Then, as I melted into the warmth of his embrace, I heard his sultry whisper so close to my ear: “Let’s take this outside”.
As soon as we stepped outside, I was thrown onto the hood of the car and felt the heat of his body pressing against me. His hand moved from my shoulders and traveled down my chest, and finally cupped my arousal, squeezing, and driving me wild. I coasted up the peak of pleasure and through the other side. As I felt my toes curling with anticipation, I could feel his breathing become heavier and his intensity rising. He pulled my underwear down and entered me with such intensity that my whole body shivered. Then with one hard thrust, he removed my last bit of resistance and filled me with a warmth that seemed to pulse through every nerve ending and muscle in my body. I’d never felt something so intense before. By the time I was barely breathing, he released inside me, and suddenly all was still and quiet, and we were both consumed by a primal embrace that made us both feel alive. We’d reached the finish line, and all I could do was murmur my gratefulness in whispers.
It had no name, no labels, no history, only the two of us in that moment, reaching out, and finding each other in the heat of a sticky summer day. For that brief time, we’d discovered a moment of true bliss, and the earth had shifted on its axis. I’d never forget it, and I wouldn’t. As he kissed me softly and smiled into my eyes, I knew in that moment that my life would never be the same again.
Closing Remarks
As I sit here in the warmth of my bedroom, I find myself still longing for more of what I experienced today. Images of oil-slicked bodies twisting and contorting in and around oily machinery keep flashing through my mind. I trace my fingers along the lingering sweat of my own body, grateful to be a part of this special and thrilling experience – a moment of intense pleasure, unbridled passion, and two minds deeeplty connected and perfectly in sync. Hot as an Oil Change? That’s an understatement.
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