I didn't say much on the drive down, as I was continually reeling from the little surprises Mike had in store for me; the first of which was the car itself. I had expected an orange City Taxi Van with an old, turbaned Sikh driver to be parked in front of my building. Instead I saw a shiny black Cadillac Escalade, against which leaned a short, broad-shouldered Italian-looking guy smoking a cigarette. As Mike approached the vehicle, I slowed in disbelief.
"Whaaaat? This is your ride?"
"Yeah. It's Niko's car. He's a driver."
The Italian-looking dude gave me a nod and a wave just before he snuffed out his cigarette with pinched fingertips. He was probably mid-forties, moustachioed, and had a rough-around-the-edges gentlemanly look to him. Good look for a driver. He walked around to the driver's side and gave himself an aerosol spray before getting in the car. Mike held the back door open for me as he waited.
I was in minor shock at how much effort Mike was putting in, and I blushed unabashedly as I got in the car and he closed the door behind me. While Mike walked around to the opposite side, Niko looked back at me through the rear view mirror.
"Nice night, my dear."
Mike opened the door on his side and I got to see how a six foot eight, seven hundred and fifty pound guy enters a vehicle. It wasn't quick but it wasn't embarrassing, and soon the car's interior shrunk dramatically as Mike filled it.
"Off we go," said Niko, and we were off.
Mike absolutely filled the back seat, taking up two spaces and manspreading wide to accommodate his big belly between his knees. His right thigh was almost touching my left and his big hands rested on each knee. I was buckled up, but that didn't appear possible for Mike. I was still a bit nervous and quiet from this treatment he was giving me.
"I thought we'd go to a diner. It's this old place that I used to go with my buddies all the time. Just kinda simple food. Smoked meat sandwiches and burgers and stuff."
"Awesome. I can't wait."
He smiled again but looked away. I tried not to stare so deliberately, but Mike was hella good looking. His beard was groomed and he'd left his glasses at home. I'd always found him sexy, but in a 'husky nerd' kinda way. That evening he looked more like a plus model in a whiskey commercial, adding some sophistication to his masculine bulk. We were quiet as the car moved through town.
"When's the last time you saw Sid, Mikey?"
Niko seemed to sense our mild apprehension, and filled the silence for us. Mike responded casually while I reeled at the nickname 'Mikey.' Niko was obviously more than just a random driver.
"Oh, probably a couple years. Hope he's doing alright."
"Yeah, he's still working hard. He'll be glad to see you. You better tip his girls well."
"Yeah, for sure."
Niko spoke to Mike with a brotherly tone. I wanted to inquire about how they knew each other, but I was more comfortable just staying quiet and taking in this new atmosphere. I wasn't used to seeing Mike speak comfortably with anyone but Aron.
It was after eight thirty when we arrived at the diner. I stepped out and looked up at the bright red lights that read 'Nightlight Diner' in cursive neon tubes. Across the sparsely occupied parking lot was a chain link fence that separated us from a line of train tracks. I hadn't realized on the drive over but we'd ended up in a rough part of town.
"Text me," said Niko to Mike. He backed the Escalade up and zoomed out of the parking lot, leaving the two of us at the door. I looked to Mike, who opened the front door for me.
"Oh, why thank you."
I walked into an atmosphere of warm, steamy air and dim, yellow lights. The place was somewhat of a retro-style diner, about a sixty-seater, which included glass-topped tables, cherry red booth seats, and a line of bar stools against a tiled wall the colour of mint toothpaste. It was a dive, but a charming dive.
Mike stepped in after I did and everyone in the room turned to notice his size. Mike was tremendous and dapper in his black jacket, and me, casual and lazy in my grey sweats and green sweatshirt. I wondered how we looked together in the room. A couple booths and a table were still occupied after the rush. The kitchen was partially open and I could see a couple cooks working. One girl worked the floor while another doing her cash got up to greet us.
"Oh hey. Are you here to see Sid?"
"Uhh, no. I mean if he's here, I'll talk to him. But we're just here to eat. Table for two."
The waitress obviously recognized Mike, and nodded up at him with a prolonged stare and an open mouth. She glanced over to me and briefly looked me up and down. Her attention then turned to the rest of the room, probably considering where she could possibly find room for Mike.
"Maybe the table in the corner there," Mike pointed out. "That's where we used to sit when my buddies and I would come here late." The table he pointed to was free-moving, not bolted down like the booth seats, but with booth seating on one side and two regular chairs on the other. It was a clear pick for a huge guy who needed to move furniture to accommodate his size.
She seated us and brought us some waters while we settled into place. Mike and I sat side by side on the red booth seating and we'd tilted the table to a diagonal to accommodate his belly. He'd taken off his jacket, and the sleeves of his dark grey sweater were rolled up. The combination of his big belly in that snug sweater and the fat bulk of his crossed, furry arms was delightful. Mike looked better than ever and I found myself checking him out for the first time all over again. I felt a revitalized excitement from being so close to such a big man, and being on an actual date instead of hunkered down in his basement apartment.
"So, uh...sorry about yesterday."
Mike apologized but I barely heard him, still occupied by his abundant presence next to me. The little game of sex torture that he'd subjected me to had broken me a little bit. The bondage, the hours of waiting, the rough anal sex, and the deprecating golden shower: it had been beyond my limit but I can't say I hated it. Looking at Mike in that booth, dressed sexy as hell and apologizing in his deep, bassy voice, I couldn't help but brush it off.
"I've been having a really good time with you, so I hope I didn't ruin it."
And then there was my own hand in things. Mike was an awkward virgin when I'd met him, and his sexual tendencies had all been facilitated by me. I'd practically begged him for the last month to keep taking another step forward, and ending up face down in his bathtub under a stream of hot piss was where those steps had taken us.
"So, uh...how do you feel? How's your ass?"
I had to laugh at how he stumbled into that blunt questioning. It took me conscious effort to pull my eyes off his sexy, hairy arms to make proper eye contact.
"Fine. Sore. It's okay. It's okay, Mike, don't get hung up on it." I glanced at the menu while Mike looked down at me. I felt myself running away from the subject yet again, just like I had the day before. "Okay, so I want to be your hooker, but I want a boyfriend, too."
I spat out that rushed answer just before the waitress came. I hadn't really looked at the menu but I didn't care much about what I ate. The concerned tone and attention I was getting from Mike was the kind of replenishment I needed. I ordered a club sandwich and Mike had smoked meat. The waitress lingered for a moment and chatted with Mike after taking our orders. I sat in silence until she left, trying to assemble my words into the proper response that had eluded me thus far.
"So...yeah..." It was just the two of us again. I'd kicked off my shoes and was hugging my knees in my seat. Mike's big left arm rested over my head against the backing of the booth seating. "I'm not upset about yesterday. You gave me what I was asking for and then some. And even...even you...planting your flag on me...I kinda like that it was my first time with you." I planted my hand on his gargantuan thigh next to me. "Being with you has totally redefined my view of relationships...of what I expected out of them. I wanna keep going. And have more firsts together."
I stopped talking and stared down at his leg and his belly. Mike didn't respond for a moment, letting me drift off in thoughts of romance, commitment, and maybe even...what comes out of that. Mike took his time but answered me.
