In the morning, Yoshi caught a train to the suburban outskirts of Brisbane to visit his parents. They spent the afternoon together, catching up over milky coffee and slices of a chocolate cake his mum baked especially for today. That night, they went out for dinner at his mum's favourite Italian restaurant. Yoshi couldn't remember the last time he ate so well.
He stayed the night, sleeping in the bedroom he grew up in. All his old posters were still on the wall. While the room looked like a time capsule of his teenage years, it felt very different now. He tried to remember how the room felt when it was his cocoon, his refuge from the world, and the place he did his school homework in; it wasn't easy.
Mack didn't have any plans for the weekend other than watching his beloved Queensland Reds rugby team. They were playing away this weekend, in Dunedin. He headed to the pub on Saturday and watched the game on TV with some of his old rugby mates. He was joyous when the Reds won. Those Otago motherfuckers were always tough to beat.
On Sunday afternoon, Mack rang his wife and they talked for a while, maybe half an hour, on the phone. Mack didn't mention anything about the punk kid he spent Friday night with, nor did he mention that he'd sucked his first dick. Despite their separation to 'experiment', he didn't know how she might respond. He wondered whether his wife had hooked up with anyone herself since they separated. She probably had, but he didn't ask, and she didn't tell. The situation between them was still too confusing and uncertain. Instead, they talked about how their kids were doing at school.
While Mack was on the phone, Yoshi was on the train. As his carriage jostled him back towards the city, he checked Grindr on his mobile. There were a few unread messages from others, which he ignored for now, but none from the auto mechanic. He considered sending him a message, but it'd been less than 48 hours. Too soon. Not cool. Looks desperate.
Mack finished his conversation with his wife, and as he put his phone down on the kitchen table, his mind drifted to the kid he'd spent Friday night with. He wondered whether to send him a message, but he was still processing his first same-sex interaction, and he wasn't in the right mental state. Not just yet. He missed his wife and kids terribly. They reminded him of the life he'd left, the life of his past, and the life he might never be able to go back to.
He knew he wouldn't speak to anyone else until he rocked up at the garage tomorrow morning.
Yoshi's train arrived at Roma Street. As he walked towards the station's exit, he passed the toilet where he recently jacked off staring at a pic of Mack's fat cock. He began to salivate thinking about last Friday night. The mechanic's dick was massive, and the organic thickshake it produced was delicious. The emo couldn't get the thought out of his mind. He considered jerking off in the toilet again, but surely today he had the willpower to make it home. He walked briskly down to the river and caught the ferry the rest of the way home, trying desperately to hide his insistent boner. He disembarked at his stop and almost ran the distance to his building. He needed to fap so fucking bad.
He threw his front door open, tossed his bag onto the couch, went to his bedroom and pulled the curtains closed. He booted his laptop before grabbing a fat buttplug and his bottle of lube. He drooled lube onto his plug and jammed it in. It stung a little, and Yoshi winced for just a second, but as he began to relax, pain gave way to pleasure. He opened a gay porn site he'd favourited, clicked on the 'bear' category, and found a scene that looked interesting. He leaned back on the plug, feeling it probe deeper into his arse.
He watched as a panicky husband answered a knock at his front door. A plumber stood on his doorstep wearing a blue singlet, faded jeans, and a pair of sturdy workboots. He carried a heavy toolbox in his right fist. The husband eagerly invited the plumber in and began to explain his problem -- he'd accidentally dropped his wedding ring down the kitchen drain, and his wife was gonna kill him. The plumber walked across to the sink and, as he bent forward to examine the situation, the husband's gaze found the top of the plumber's sweaty arsecrack. The tradie noticed his customer's horny stare, and seconds later, the wedding ring was forgotten as the two hairy bears were locked at the lips, teasing each other's nipples with their fingers.
"Fuck," seethed the emo. He shifted his weight so the tip of the buttplug nestled snugly against his prostate. He spat on his palm and began stroking himself. He watched as the husband began kissing the plumber's neck. And as the husband moved down and began sucking on one of the plumber's nipples, Yoshi remembered putting his hand up Mack's t-shirt the other night. Instantly, his anus twitched around the base of the plug, and his warm seed spilled over his knuckles. Other than the Grindr profile pic, he hadn't seen the mechanic's chest with his own eyes, but he'd briefly felt it -- it was strong, muscly and hairy, and the memory of running his fingers across it like Braille was enough to make him cum.
Yoshi ate his load off his fingers, imagining it was the mechanic's. He extracted his toy and washed it in the laundry sink. When he came back to his bedroom, the scene was still playing on his laptop. By now, the plumber's cock was buried deep in his customer's hungry mouth, but there was no longer any reason for the emo to keep watching. The porn had done its job, but Yoshi bookmarked the scene for later. He closed his browser and shut his laptop down. He headed out for a quiet solo dinner before returning home. He had some reading to do before tomorrow morning's uni lecture.
In the neighbouring suburb, Mack was feeling a little bit toey. Firing up his computer, he navigated to one of the male porn sites he'd recently bookmarked and typed 'punk' into the search box. He found a clip of two uni students who'd been paired together to complete an assignment. One of the students had already finished his part of the task, and he fell asleep while his classmate did his bit. He dreamed that the other student was standing naked before him, his smallish dick dangling in front of his face, demanding attention.
Mack's thick cock sprang to life as he watched the two skinny, pierced emos with unusual haircuts kissing, their tongues buried deep in each other's mouths. And as he watched the students move into the 69 position, his cock stiffened further. He stroked himself furiously, and as he watched the two punks start to fuck, he came, spraying semen all over his stomach. He'd rarely had anal sex before -- his wife wasn't interested in it -- but these two skinny emos obviously loved it. He took a picture of his wet, spent cock, and a tight closeup of his thick sperm dripping down his abdomen.
*
Yoshi was at home late Tuesday afternoon when he messaged the mechanic again. Four days was the sweet spot, he thought. Sooner, and he would've looked too eager, but leave it too long, and there's always the risk that the other person has shrugged and moved on. Timing is everything. He typed his classic conversation starter into his phone and sent it.
Yoshi: hey
The king's pawn advanced two spaces into the middle of the board. A response came an hour later.
Mack: good to hear from you
Yoshi smiled. He worried he might've been forgotten.
Yoshi: taken any more dick pics lately?
Mack: funny you should mention that ... here's a couple i took on Sunday arvo while i was watching some porn
Yoshi was curious to know what types of porn the mechanic was into, but curiosity disappeared as he felt his phone buzz in his hand. His jaw dropped as he saw what he'd been sent: one picture of Mack's post-climactic dick, and another of his abdomen, absolutely coated in cum. The emo boned up immediately.
Yoshi: oh my fucking god
Mack sent the smile emoji.
Yoshi: omfg wait gimme a sec i gotta fap
Yoshi gazed at the screen, almost as if in a trance. He pulled his pants down and began jacking off furiously as he imagined inhaling the scent of the mechanic's balls, the feel of his cock in his hands and the taste of his nut on his tongue. It only took about a minute for the emo to shoot. Breathing heavily, he snapped a pic of his nut dribbling down the shaft of his cock, and another of his sperm-coated fingers resting on his outstretched tongue. He licked his fingers clean before sending the images.
Yoshi: that's what you just made me do
Mack didn't respond, but the emo could tell he was still online. That telltale green dot in the corner of his profile pic was going nowhere.
Yoshi: been thinkin bout u big guy
Mack: i have too
