The Barnyard Bash
Smelled like dirt with a hint of gasoline and motor oil. i didn't want to take off my coat. it was italian made and his house was . . . not. not to be a snob or anything, but my bro was always quite the dirty fox.
Twinks Across America: Ch. 36 - Tennessee
The scent of burnt rubber, putrid motor oil, and car grease filled my nostrils. as did the musk of an ejaculating snow leopard as he got filled with male cum like a stuffed holiday turkey on american thanksgiving. it was so...intoxicating.
Drone Acquisition: Grandad
Hank could smell him, the rankstench of fuck-sweat and that strange 'motor oil' stink he had smelled when the pig walked in. it only added to the perverse pleasure that was making hank's cock stiff as a crowbar.
Part II – The Chromosomal Blade went Snicker Snack
#2 of moral obsolescence and motor oil warning: contains m/f furry yiff. i don't normally write in this area, but this story is for a friend.
Five Stories for Bar Night—Pt. 6
His voice was thick and hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been coated in motor oil. "fancy seeing you here, you little cum dump," the komodo dragon smirked.
Little wolf's lonely day.
He looked at the show, and then began to howl in laughter, as one of the men slipped on some spilled motor oil in a garage.
You Will Never Belong
The sky was a shade of teal stained with motor oil, causing it to have a rusty brown mix.
The End Around
Dipped in motor oil shine. mid twenties. let him skate on a b and e two years ago. picked him up carrying a plasma down a fire escape. ended up on my couch. see: johnny sucking my cock, reflected widescreen.
Part V- Total Dallaireian Overhaul
#5 of moral obsolescence and motor oil part v of my homage to all things cyberpunk. if you are sinless, or underage, don't attempt to jack in my slice of simulated paradise.
Stains and Tracks
The musks and pheromones of heat mingled with the chemical aromas of motor oil. trent took in both, undeniably aroused.
THE HAMMER OF THE ROAD rise of a legend
oil all over my head we decided that it was time to bury the old man.
This Is Me Challenge: Arkona Kothe
Cut me; i'll probably bleed motor oil." he chuckles to himself. "practically everything in my life revolves around cars. go to work, working on cars; come home, talk about cars; sleep, dream about cars. it never ends!" he laughs again.