My hands were slick with oil as I worked with tools that sparked not just from their metal but from how badly I wanted him. His smooth skin glowed in the moonlight and I could smell the sweat and gasoline on him as he pressed his throbbing heat against me – a hidden engine of pleasure. With soft touch and low rumbling humming of lust, we laid down on the ground and that’s when I felt an engine roar and flames leapt between us.
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He drove his slickened slickness deep into my revving engine, a piston of pleasure pushing in, and out. His engine pumped sweat-coated oil into my engine as we churned and greased the gears of ecstasy. Our fluids mixed together in a hot sticky elixir, giving both of us a powerful ignition of ultimate gay pleasure.
He slithered into me like a wrench in a tight engine, my body twisting and yielding to his hard, greasy, thrusts. Heat reached boiling as our slick cylinders moved faster and faster, until my scream of pleasure drowned out the clank and grind of the garage.
The engine was ready, his fists greased and slick with oil. As he ran his hands along the handles of the wrench, my heart raced. He stepped closer and I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the whispers of lust in the air. His lips parted and he looked deep into my eyes, that was all the invitation I needed. We were free to express our longing, hidden by the rumbles of the garage. My oil-covered heart plunged head first into an all-consuming passion.
Sweat slipped and trickled across hard rippling chests, oil glinting in the fluorescent light and lingering on his lithe body. Pushed up against the hood, I could feel the heat between us, the molten liquid of my desire, stoking the blaze of his. Grease and fire became one, lust consuming us both as we explored under the hood.
He pulled me in, and as his lips crashed against mine, I felt a fire ignite in my veins. His hands roved over my skin, and I wanted to drown in his embrace. I gasped as heat pooled in my belly, and I could feel his hard frame pressing against mine. He licked and teased and I ached for him as my heart pounded faster and faster. He was my grease-monkey god and I wanted nothing more than to indulge in his lustful embrace.