Posted Fri Nov 6, 2015 | 278 Words | Tagged story hope hares doesn't mind me using FUR?

Tom had received a FUR? Mechanic soap for his birthday. He accepted the gift with a smile as you would normally, hating getting soap for his birthday. What were they thinking really? Also why a mechanic? Did they find out he loved being dirty and greasy. He should remember to put a better password on his laptop when he got to it.

The soap smelt strangely like oil and felt slightly oily to the touch and left his hands with a few marks on. Damn he was going to have some fun with it. It was a thing to give him a little joy when he was still searching for a job.

After the first few uses he noticed his hands were getting a little rougher and in general he was slightly dirtier. He sat thinking about cars, grease and being in a boiler suit when jacking off. He started even using the soap and feeling good getting his cock all dirty and smelly.

He got his hair cut short. He didn’t really know what to think of it, but he barely remembered asking for it. He ran his dirty hands through his hair and dumbly smiled at himself.

He’d started applying for jobs in garages. He was a graduate in something like English wasn’t he? It didn’t matter, he just needed to be working with grease and cars all day.

A week later he got a job and was given his own boiler suit after acing the interview. Then he realised the bar of soap had been completely used. But then he had his own dirty boiler suit, and he was his dream, a dirty filthy mechanic.