Lorenzo at the Grease Factory

Bart, the manager of The Grease Factory, was used to organising specific grease events. Heaven knows how many grease barrels were emptied. At the moment Bart had a number of empty grease barrels. He liked the idea of using them as a preliminary tool. Fuckers pull down the shorts of the men who spread themselves over the barrel. Condoms fitted first then cocks into the exposed arses. Everybody complained about the condoms but house rules dictated they befitted. Preston made it clear that Lorenzo and his friends were much tougher than Bart’s usual suspects. Fucking arse was a major preoccupation.

The black shorts salesman: did he have a name? Reb. He volunteered for a forthcoming grease event. Bart guessed this one would be as good as any. Bart was happy to introduce men to the joys of greasing chests, cocks and balls. Apparently Reb did a favour for Dino supplying shorts at short notice for various events. Bart suspected that he supplied The Garbage Factory. It would be helpful if Reb helped out with setting up the facilities. Lorenzo liked the idea of a back room where everybody met in a finale. As Bart didn’t have a backroom he considered using a tent. A barrel of grease could be positioned in the middle. No lighting. Everybody strips at the entrance. The tent would have to be pegged down in the back yard near the piss tank. That would work out.

Apparently Lorenzo was happy for him and his friends to wear the floppy black shorts. Their large cocks and balls needed room to swing. Bart pondered who else to ask to join in. The Grease Factory had three new clients. He would invite two or more representatives from each client.

Reb did have a big cock, large enough balls and a hairless chest. Lorenzo and his friends would give them a memorable greasing. Lorenzo must know more about grease than Bart’s customers.

Lorenzo specified a thick, industrial, grease which was heavy duty. The medic must attend. Bart didn’t know anything about Lorenzo’s background in industrial mining. Most workers were covered in something—oil, coal, dirt, industrial greases. At one point in his career Lorenzo’s office was located next to the company showers. The walls were thick glass; steam would fog up the view but he could see greased chests. On Friday, the end of the working week, the workers would grease the best-worker-of-the-week. Lorenzo enjoyed this highlight. It was taken in good fun. Sometimes the greased workers would pull themselves off in the shower area for all to see. Lorenzo was forever surprised at how cocks erected when smothered in the industrial greases. Lorenzo missed all this in his new working life. He depended on Dino for a dollar here and there plus the occasional special jobs. In fact Dino had sounded him out about Gustavo and his hitfriends. Apparently Gustavo had the hide to request Dino to stock the swimming pool dressing room up with a see through white swimming costume. Dino was very impressed with the guards wearing such a costume. Or, was it just that the costume flattered guards with big cocks. Preston, the size measurement accomplice of Dino, recommended that Lorenzo call in at the clothing store where Reb worked. He could try the swimming costume on. He called in a few days before Bart’s invited guest event. Preston had tipped him off that Reb was attending and was to be given a memorable time.

The swimming costume was indeed very sexy. The shape of his big cock was obvious behind the see-through fabric. The colour was white. I suppose that’s suitable for a swimming pool. It’s certainly not suitable for grease locations. Reb was attentive to his customer. He stroked the outline of the customer’s cock. “That’s exactly what men want to see.”

“Now that we are on personal terms I can advise you that I will be one of the men greasing you next Saturday. Expect to be mauled. Reciprocate and join in. There will be at least one barrel of grease. Every man is required to grease somebody. Now drop your pants. Go on.”

Reb sheepishly dropped the pants. Lorenzo put his left hand around Reb’s balls and his right hand held up Reb’s cock. They passed muster.

“Reb. There will be an inspection of the men. You will be thrilled. It’s great to see such a lineup of greased cocks, balls, chests and more. Furthermore, in the shower area, you help out applying the degreasers necessary to remove the grease. It’s a great leveller. Nobody cares if you are pretty.”

Reb kept his pants down as his cock was now fully erect.

“Reb. Save it for Saturday. By the way Preston authorised me to charge the swimming costume to Dino’s account. Dino is considering supplying one of his get-together clubs.”

Bart called Reb for help setting up on Friday night, the night before the event. Reb was happy to help out especially now that Lorenzo had introduced himself as one of the greasers. He was surprised to see a sales assistant from one of Bart’s new customers already there. Bart insisted that they strip down to the black shorts and boots as to be worn tomorrow night. The large tent did require three men to set it up in the garden. The sales assistant took one look at Reb’s arse and decided there and then that he would fuck him. Maybe not now but hopefully tomorrow before the grease event. The sales assistant was called Kirk. Tomorrow night was his first official work function. He anticipated that the grease would clot the hairs on his chest. He was more sexually experienced than he let on. He loved using a comb to work over a greased chest. An uncle had introduced him to this pleasure in a men’s holiday home. Kirk was much stronger than Reb; Kirk had no trouble bringing in the grease barrel admittedly using a trolley.

“Smell the grease. Wow!”

Bart knew the grease was toxic but Lorenzo has specified and Dino had paid for it. The doctor would be in residence. The grease was wonderfully thick to spread over chests. The grease barrel as a kind of “lucky dip”. The greasers totally stripped at the entrance; from this moment on their cocks and balls were totally exposed; they dipped their hands into the grease barrel; and then they applied the grease to any bodies they could find in the dark. It didn’t matter if they greased a body more than once. If they were lucky they greased a pristine set of cock and balls. Lorenzo was tasked for the final inspection.

The slow motion greasing was to take place on the warehouse floor. Bart tasked Reb and Kirk to unroll a huge plastic sheet and position it on the floor. Then, they positioned plastic covered pillows five across at the top, five below but facing in the same direction. It was awkward filling up small containers out of the grease barrel. Lorenzo had specified that bare hands would dip into the grease and apply it to the chests. On this occasion there would be no brushes. Kirk would disagree based on past experiences. It was great to systematically grease a cock and balls with a brush. The job was thorough. Lorenzo had something else in mind— hand mauling and attention to hairs.

Reb had the task of collecting, sorting out the sizes, and displaying the black shorts at the entrance. In fact his duty tomorrow night was to assist in stripping, putting the clothes into a proper locker, choosing the right size and getting the men to wear the shorts. Bare chests. Boots.

Bart took Kirk into a storage area, asked him to bring out a particular box.

“Position two combs beside the pillows. You know what these are for, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir!”

The circular plastic combs were a few inches thick. The spikes would pull against the clotted hairs. The pain would be mostly a minor irritant but it turned both parties on.

Bart now concentrated on the entrance area. The six-packs would have to be brought out from the refrigerator in the indoor kitchen by Kirk and Reb. The nearby motel was supplying and delivering cooked hamburgers and rolls. The delivery man regretted that he was unable to join in as he was on duty. On the other hand he could catch up with the participants later when they stayed overnight in the motel. Bart made a note to include the delivery man in an appropriate future event. He knew that the delivery man sported prize cock and balls. True grease men would have a ball greasing them. On second thoughts Bart telephoned the motel manager.

“Hi Bob I’ve just had a greasy thought with respect to your guests tomorrow night.”

“The motel is geared to make your guests’ stay memorable. What do you want us to do?”

“In the first instance I wondered whether you ask the delivery man to collect and bring across a small grease container.”

“That’s a small request. What’s behind?”

“The delivery man regrets that he is unable to join in the greasing event. Can we arrange an initiation for him? And, do you have any staff members suitable to join in? Yourself?”

“My, my. You do have hot thoughts at this hour of the day. There are two new staff, the deliveryman plus me. I appreciate you including me. That’s a total of four. What I would like is a mass initiation where we lineup and see each other’s cocks and balls greased.”

“I’m sure Lorenzo can arrange that to happen after they return from my event. Another hot thought. Send the delivery man over. Tell him he is collecting a grease container. The grease inside will be used to grease cocks and balls as tomorrow night’s guests see fit. He may well be included. That’s all he needs to know.”

Bart put the phone down.

“Reb and Kirk. Let’s go to the grease store room now.”

Reb and Kirk were impressed with the range of greases.

“Bring across an empty small container and a ladle. You can see that the grease ladle is very different to a soup ladle. Pour, ladle, whatever is easiest, the grease from that big barrel into the small container. By the way this is the grease we will be using tomorrow night. Have sweet dreams as you visualise your chest, cock and balls soaking up the grease.”

They put a proper lid on the container and brought it outside for collection by the motel delivery man. Bart had overlooked the boot polish containers. He sent them back inside to fill up forty.

Men were content to apply black boot polish in the past; now they demanded thick, industrial, greases. It was just as well Dino was paying for the barrels.

They set up wooden trestles and planks to sit on. The unusual items were six empty grease barrels- one raised in the middle above two, then side by side. Bart explained that there was considerable folklore about rolling in the barrel. He just decided to recycle them. Fucking over them seemed a good enough reason. If they didn’t work, well, somebody would have a sore arse.

He believed Lorenzo’s guests were very big on fucking. Fucking had to happen before the greasing. Kirk fancied fucking Reb over the barrel. He dared to ask Bart whether he could fuck Reb when they had finished the preparations. Bart was happy to agree, would supply a necessary condom but wanted to watch. In fact he needed to see whether the barrels were stable enough for serious fucking.

The lighting was deliberately minimal except in the warehouse. Here there was crude spotlighting.

Reb was apprehensive when Kirk pulled down his pants and positioned him over the barrel. His arms were outstretched and positioned on the ground; his arse was way up in the air on top of the middle barrel; he felt Kirk’s cock enter his arse. Ouch! Kirk manoeuvred his legs on either side of the barrel. He needed the support if he was going to thrust. The barrels moved position. Bart had to rescue both of them. Bart could see that pegs were required to stabilise the barrels. Reb had a nice arse. It was a joy to watch it slowly accept the cock intrusion. Kirk thrust. A near disaster. The three barrels rolled apart. Kirk caught Reb and stopped him drawing away. He kept thrusting. He was now beyond the point of no return. The cock spurted up the arse. Reb was slightly disconcerted and flopped over the rolling barrel. Bart wondered whether the barrels needed a strap locking them into position.

It was time to go home. Bart had to review the invitation list. Reb and him. Two. Kirk worked with one of the three new clients each bringing two. Six. Lorenzo and pals. 12. Total 20 participants.

Doctor.1. Lorenzo refused to provide real names. He vouched that they were all grease enthusiasts. Bart had to accept this refusal since Dino had referred Lorenzo onto him. What Bart didn’t know was that Lorenzo and pals were hit men on occasion. It was none of Bart’s business to know. Dino was paying the bills.

On first impression the three new clients were dumb and dumbest. After they had stripped down to the shorts this could be forgiven. Their hairy chests would attract the serious greasers. Kirk’s chest was hairy but the other two chests were hairless. Work required them to attend tonight’s event. They were loathe to admit that they couldn’t wait to grease chests, cocks and balls. Bart reiterated that they were booked into the nearby motel for the night.

Lorenzo and his pals came across from the nearby motel where they had booked in earlier in the day. Lorenzo had insisted that they swim in the motel pool. Dino had paid for the motel to be booked out, stocked up with extra towels plus more degreasers. That was standard procedure.

The delivery man said they were welcome to swim and walk around the motel naked as there were no other guests. Lorenzo wanted to assess whether they would cut the mustard as it were in a serious swimming event. They certainly looked good naked. They were very strong, probably police or military trained and used to dangerous situations. He questioned whether three of them would cope; they could be swimming fodder to make up the team numbers. All of them sported impressive cocks. Dino was very demanding of his staff and alive to prove this worked.

Reb was very envious of the cocks he saw when they stripped down to put on the black shortsand boots. Lorenzo insisted on a full tour of the facilities. It was just as well that the warehouse floor was wide enough to accommodate the chest greasing of ten men in one sitting. The grease was as he remembered from industrial days. The barrel label said that there was a new, improved, formula. He smiled when he wondered whether the chests would benefit from this. The annexe with the showers was very basic. He saw a stack of degreasers. For a moment he remembered hot shower group activities. That was a while ago before tameness spoilt the fun. Bart escorted him into the dark tent. He liked the darkness and the grease barrel in the middle. He asked Bart what would happen if somebody missed out in the darkness. Bart replied.

“At the end of the tent proceedings you will inspect all participants. It’s unlikely but cocks and balls may miss out on greasing. It’s up to you to rectify the situation. This is the first time I have used a tent. Participants on previous occasions have demanded that ungreased cocks and balls be immediately greased. They have also requested—and got— a complete re-greasing of all.”

“Who is this doctor and what is he tasked to do?”

“The doctor is strictly here to assist greasers who are affected by the toxic fumes. He has equipment such as an oxygen tank, basic beds to lie on and modest medication. He can call an ambulance and even write out a death notice if required. He specialises in grease events. I’m sure Preston or Dino can fill you in on the necessary details. It’s true that there have been one or two greasing events where the participants wanted to express their appreciation for his services. What better way than to grease his cock and balls. He will be closely monitoring the degreasers both here and in the motel.”

“What are these barrels for?”

“Don’t embarrass me. They are for fucking over. Last night we had a trial run. The barrels separated as the fucker thrust his cock for the climax spurt. You can still try them tonight. It’s tedious but I insist you use condoms. House rules.”

“Alright. We will see if anybody wants to fuck before greasing. Time for a beer. I guess you have an outside piss trough. Yes?”

“It’s behind the tent. Past participants have had a lot of fun there.”

Lorenzo’s shorts kept falling down. He went across to Reb and asked for a smaller size. He took off the old pair and let his cock impress Reb. Once upon a time Reb only knew cocksucking.

Lorenzo’s cock was a textbook example of a cock to suck. The smaller size shorts would not fall down but they were tighter. His balls were constricted. He took back the larger pair. Reb gave him a belt to try on. It fitted around his waist and held up the shorts. At a certain point it would be irrelevant if he were wearing shorts.

Lorenzo’s eleven pals had settled into the social occasion with a beer and glances at the clients and their staff members. Lorenzo informed them of the fucking over a barrel arrangements. They laughed but two of them had chosen two staff members to fuck. The staff members had no choice but to oblige. Their arses were well-prepared for a rough fuck. The barrels moved as the fucks progressed but no matter. The cocks behaved accordingly. The two clients were pleased that their staff members were fucked.

Bart welcomed the group. He reminded them that they were here for a specific purpose. In a few minutes they will enter the warehouse. The group will choose two men to spread eagle on the floor. The man immediately facing the spread eagled man gets first action. He plunges his hands into the nearby grease container and applies the grease to the chest. Note the spread eagled man is still wearing his shorts. For the purposes of greasing within the warehouse his cock and balls are out of bounds. The intention is to grease the chest. Other men join in to apply grease to the chest. Only when the chest is thoroughly greased does anybody pick up a circular comb. These are for trawling through the greased chest. They are designed for minor pain. It is normal for men to grunt and groan aloud.

The doctor is here to service you in the event of toxic fumes etc. Call out for the doctor if you have a genuine concern. You will not miss out. I guarantee that your cock and balls will be fully greased before you leave for the motel…even if I have to grease you.

We will continue if the group spread eagling works. Otherwise we revert to a one on one encounter. Maybe some of you would welcome that by choosing a partner.

Spread eagling with a group is very sexy. The participants are levelled out on the ground smelling one another, in close contact with mauling hands and thick grease. It is rewarding for a number of men to have a go applying the grease. Some men are more sadistic than others in using the circular combs. Be realistic: the idea here is not to rip out the hairs.

The spread eagling of the selected first two men works but some men would prefer a one on one encounter. Form two lines facing one another. Look closely whether you want a one to one with a chosen partner. Two couples raised their hands. Good. Go for it. The rest decide who will be next.

Everybody settles down. The two couples concentrate on greasing the chests. The rest choose Lorenzo and one of his pals. Lorenzo didn’t anticipate an early greasing. He guesses that they wanted him to lead by example. The pal had a particularly hairy chest. He didn’t take too kindly to the comb trawling through the knotted hairs. He had to admit that his chest looked terrific covered in the grease. He must thank whoever chose the grease. He could look forward to somebody greasing his cock and balls. Lorenzo enjoyed the spread eagling. He felt his cock rising beneath the safety shorts. It too could look forward to greasing. The greasers took their time in greasing his chest. It was great to feel the male hands mauling his torso.

One of the couples got into trouble when both chests had been greased. One man developed a splitting headache and called for the doctor. His partner helped him get up and move to the bed area. In this case the doctor gave him medication. It takes considerable medical skills to take a pulse on a thickly greased chest. The doctor had specially modified test equipment to cope with this phenomenon.

Now that there were four greased chests the spread eagling became more intensive, manly and sexy. Most men find the selection of the next man to be greased a challenging experience. Even the hard hearted pals shuddered when their turn came. However, the pals included the others where possible. Reb was getting used to applying grease to chests when his turn came up. The pals did a thorough job. Perhaps they applied more grease than necessary. Yet it felt terrific. He looked forward to the greasers getting to work on his cock and balls.

Two of Bart’s new clients had a welcome experience. They enjoyed both greasing and being greased. Now that they were in the industry they looked forward to further invitations. Their employees awaited their turn as they greased chests. Basically they were level headed about the event. The pals didn’t disappoint.

The third of Bart’s new clients found the chest mauling a problem along with the spread eagling.

He simply didn’t enjoy the bondage or the physical assault (as he saw it). On the other hand Kirk was alive to the smell of the grease and the men now covered in it. When would the group choose him?

The group chose Bart and one of the pals. Bart was mostly left to last but not this time. The two new clients ensured that they greased Bart’s chest. They wanted to establish a relationship which would have ramifications in the business future. Kirk went to town on the pal’s chest. His hands were now clogged up with thick grease.

The pals were not sentimental in choosing one another for greasing. They did a professional job as they worked their way through their numbers. Somehow they had overlooked Kirk who was the last. Kirk was relieved when they mauled his chest. The containers held enough grease for another twenty chests. What Kirk didn’t know was that the containers were the back up supply for the tent. It was unlikely that the barrel in the tent would be emptied. Nevertheless there could be spillage and it might be convenient to have a ready accessible supply on hand.

Bart prodded Lorenzo to make a formal inspection in the warehouse. Lorenzo ordered them to form up in two lines facing one another. He put a pal on the spot. He gave the pal a container and asked him to apply more grease. This was confronting as most chests were over greased. There were three chests lightly greased. The pal put down the container, plunged his hands into the thick grease and applied another coat to all three chests. The pal wondered whether he was now a target. Not exactly in the dark but he didn’t know that yet.

Bart had not mentioned the tent until now.

“Take off your shorts and leave them here at your feet. Look closely at the range of cocks and balls. They will shortly be unrecognisable when they are greased properly. There is a catch. We shortly move outside to the tent. Pick up four containers and place them outside the tent. There is a barrel in the middle. You are required to plunge your hands into the grease, scoop it up and apply it to anybody you can find in the dark. This is a variation on a back room. Some of you will win the lucky dip, score a set of cocks and balls to grease. Take care when you feel an erect cock.

Cocks have a habit of spurting down your chest, in your face, and all over you. There will be a circle jerk after Lorenzo’s formal inspection. This should satisfy those who missed out and those who want to try again. Any questions?”

“What if we need to call the doctor?”

“Leave the tent. The doctor can’t treat you in the dark.”

Lorenzo said:

“The twenty of us will cause a traffic jam if we attempt to enter the tent together. For this reason the entrance will be staggered. It is a large tent supposed to hold more than twenty people. Bart and I would like you to announce aloud that you have scored a set of cocks and balls. Or perhaps it is your own cock and balls which has been greased. Whatever. Now go to it.”

Kirk pushed himself into the front of the queue. He didn’t want to miss out again. Two pals saw him push in and decided to target him. It was too easy to grease Kirk’s cock and balls. The cock wasn’t erect at first but it responded to manhandling. The two pals took turns. One of the pals stuck his finger up Kirk’s bum. The cock immediately responded. It was nice to hold especially now that it was greased properly. Kirk shouted “I’m coming!” as his cock spurted through the grease. The two pals applied an additional coat of grease to his balls. They moved away as newcomers were attracted by the shout.

Bart’s two new clients deliberately refrained from entering the tent until their employees had well and truly entered. They had missed out on the back room era so they were looking forward to scoring in the dark. What can one say? The employees had really nice cocks which the pals were happy to grease properly. The cocks did the right thing by erecting properly. The pals found it a real joy to pull the cocks. Their hands were covered in spunk when the cocks spurted.

“Score. Cocks spurting!”

Lorenzo pushed more of his pals into the tent. They were pleased when their hands scooped up grease in the dark. Two men found pal balls. The grease was slippery on the balls. They must have been on an angle because it took awhile before they found the cocks. They needed more grease to do the job properly. Damn!

Bart took over from Lorenzo so that he could enter the tent. He knew where the barrel was located. He bent over to plunge his hands into the grease. At this moment somebody grabbed his balls and squeezed. Ouch! A man came up behind him, pinned him down and pulled him away from the barrel. Lorenzo had succeeded in scooping up enough grease to counter-attack. No good. His cock and balls were totally exposed as the man pinned him down. It was only a matter of time before he felt thick grease on his balls. The balls were thoroughly greased by the unknown man. “Balls!” the man shouted. Lorenzo didn’t recognise the voice. For some reason the man let somebody else take over the cock. The greasing was surprisingly slow and subtle. Lorenzo wanted to cry out as his cock felt as if it was on the verge of spurting. This time Lorenzo heard his attacker breathing. He leant forward and, bingo, found an erect cock. The two men played with the cocks for another five minutes. They greased the cocks as much as they could. Lorenzo was not used to subtle behaviour. The man pinning him down put his cock up Lorenzo’s arse. Lorenzo was shaken by the unexpected fuck. “Fuck!” The men in the tent laughed aloud. Eyes adjusted to the darkness. The men returned to the barrel to scoop up more grease.

Some of the pals focused on greasing balls. They enjoyed squeezing them. They gravitated to facing one another, hands across to lock in on the balls. Mostly the cocks responded. The pals applied another coat of grease.

Bart’s third customer got into breathing problems. He stumbled out of the tent and called for the doctor. Bart was relieved that somebody had greased the cock and balls. The doctor examined him and removed him from the scene. In fact Bart’s third customer would cancel the contract with the Grease Factory. Kirk would be out of a job but have precious memories of this event. Bart would recommend him for another job.

It was Bart’s turn to enter the tent. He wasn’t sure whether the tent was an appropriate venue. The pals enjoyed the anonymity especially as they knew each other too well. No sooner had Bart plunged his hands into the barrel than somebody found his balls. For a few years men had applied different greases to his balls. The grease lubricated them and brought them to life. Bart moved a few steps but the man held onto his balls. Bart smelt the greased chest in front of him.

The cock was already fully greased but no matter. Bart pulled it as a hand grasped his cock. It goes without stating the obvious that Bart’s cock was used to grease. Today’s grease smelt but all the men liked its thickness. It swallowed up the hairs for those men with hairy chests.

The two employees kept coming back to the barrel. Greasing cocks and balls was becoming an addiction. In fact they enjoyed adding extra grease to already greased cocks and balls.

There was a latecomer after Bart. The latecomer found the barrel easily. He chose to announce his presence. Loudly.

“Here I am. Come and get me.”

The men thought he would be easy prey. No way. The latecomer lashed out with his greased hands. Instead of holding onto one set of cock and balls he greased a number. He guessed that the cocks and balls would already be greased. It was inevitable that somebody won the lucky dip of greasing his cock and balls. He couldn’t see his cock but was proud that it erected. He appreciated the man’s slowness in playing with the cock. Who was he? In fact the man was Reb on his first grease date.

Lorenzo shouted:

“Final call. Five minutes. You have time for one more.”

There was a scurry around the barrel. The pals in particular got lucky. They were incorrigible.

Lorenzo shouted for a second time:

“Line up outside for inspection. Form two lines facing one another.”

Two men were absent at the doctors. That left eighteen. Lorenzo pretended to be a military officer inspecting his troops. His assistant accompanied him with a small grease container. The difference was that Lorenzo didn’t just look, he felt the greased cocks and balls. The assistant was happy to oblige Lorenzo’s concern that the cocks and balls were not greased enough. This was nonsense but who cares? Military Drill Instructors are renowned for such nonsense.

Bart checked with the doctor. His first patient had pristine cock and balls. Bart had guaranteed that all cocks and balls would be greased before the finish. The doctor gave the patient permission to return to the inspection. The sight of the lineup of cocks and balls was stimulating.

The patient knew what was coming. Everybody looked as the assistant greased the pristine cock and balls. The assistant prompted him to shout.

“Balls!”

The patient’s cock looked better now that it was greased. The question was would it spurt? One of the clients took it in hand. Slowly, gently, gradually the cock erected. The patient’s breathing laboured.

“Pull harder!”

The men clapped when the cock spurted through the grease. That left the doctor ungreased.

Lorenzo thought it unfair that he be spared. He asked the group.

“What about the doctor? Do we thank him for his services?”

“Thank him with grease.” was the standard reply.

The doctor was used to this from previous events but he challenged Lorenzo.

“I want to grease somebody’s cock and balls. It looks like I’m too late.”

“That’s not a reason for us to spare greasing your cock and balls. After all we are thanking you in our own way.”

“Point taken. No hard feelings. I demand that I choose the greasers.”

“Alright. For that we reserve the right to grease your chest as well. Inspect the full lineup and choose.”

The doctor inspected the full lineup. He realised that the pals would likely turn up at a more serious event. It was best to keep them on his side. He chose one pal to pin him from behind. He chose another two pals to grease the chest, cock and balls. He was confident that they would do a good job. The doctor’s cock and balls were used to greasing. The cock liked it.

The doctor fancied bondage; this was why he asked to be pinned down from behind. He resisted but the pal strengthened the pressure. This passed grease onto the doctor’s back. The two pals took their time greasing the chest. Lorenzo beckoned them to continue down below the chest, clot the hairy stomach. Somebody would have a field day using the circular comb to work over these hairs. Reb brought over another container so that the pals could scoop up more grease.

Bart was impressed with Reb’s initiative. It confirmed his positive assessment of Reb as a regular grease event participant. The doctor asked Reb to bring the container closer. The doctor scooped up a handful of grease and applied it to Reb’s already greased cock and balls. Reb’s cock erected even after today’s adventures. The pals guided the doctor’s hand to hold Reb’s cock. Immediately after that move they slapped grease on the doctor’s cock and balls. Boy. The cock responded.

A number of men gasped with envy. Once upon a time pulling cocks was considered vanilla. There was nothing vanilla about thick, industrial strength, grease. The doctor got his way. He pulled off Reb’s cock. Reb shouted “Cock!” One pal grasped the doctor’s balls. “Balls!” The other pal pulled the doctor’s cock. One minute, two minutes. The other pal started to worry. Three minutes. The erect cock looked splendid as it discharged the sperm.

Lorenzo ordered the lineup to form a circle jerk and take hold of another cock in the right hand. He wanted them to take advantage of the freshly, stimulated, erect cocks. The doctor joined in even though his cock had just ejaculated. Who knows? He might spurt a second time. Besides his right hand now rested on a presentable cock. He commented to himself that grease really stimulated the cocks to spurt.

“There is a prize for the first and last cock spurting. Call out aloud. We need to hear so that we can watch your cock spurting.”

Lorenzo took his place so that he could pull the cock of one of the employees. He and a few of his pals intended to add the two employees to their buddy fuck list.

“Fuck. I’m coming.” Everybody looked across to see who would win the prize for first spurting.

Bart held the primed cock. His lifetime of experience counted. The pal’s cock was really thick and designed for public spurting. A fountain? Perhaps not but a spurt to inspire the circle jerk. The spurting was worthy of a first prize. By comparison Bart’s cock spurted profusely. The men called out “I’m coming” almost as a chorus. For once the circle jerk was deeply satisfying. Who would be last? In fact it was the doctor. His cock came to life to conclude the circle jerk.

Lorenzo was satisfied with the greasing events. Bart had warned him about the motel initiations in the middle of the night. Four sets of cocks and balls awaited greasing. Something to look forward to. The doctor hoped there was an unlimited supply of degreasers. Dino had insisted they use a product new to the market. It was his job to be up to date with such products.

Bart gave the guests the option of taking their shorts home. Some men liked to have a souvenir of the occasion. For this reason he included one boot polish size container filled with grease into the special bag for the shorts. If they genuinely thought they were going to use the grease they could take an extra container. They might have a friend whose cock and balls needed greasing.

What was the prizes? Bart handed the pal and the doctor a medium size container of thin grease. These were leftovers from the green slime event which the Grease Factory sponsored. Green slime was the flavour of the month awhile back. It even went public: television stations filmed green slime pouring over clad and unclad men. Bart wanted the organisers to revisit a green slime event but it hasn’t happened yet. He kept a few choice photographs of the green slime drenching of an entire sports team.

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