Big Mac

The mechanic was the first to wake up. He blinked. The sun was bright and fresh. The emo was lying in his arms, snoring slightly. He tried not to wake him, but it was impossible.

"Hey," said the emo, rubbing crusty sleep out of his eyes.

"Hey, punk."

The emo yawned, then farted. "Sorry."

"No need to apologise. Natural bodily function. Besides, I've had my face in there once or twice."

"Then maybe next time I'll 'natural bodily function' on your face," grinned the emo.

"Hmmm," came the mechanic's evasive response.

"With a beard as thick as yours," Yoshi teased, "you'd smell me all day if I did."

They lay there silently for a few seconds. The emo smiled devilishly as Mack's nose picked up the scent.

"Fuck, dude," protested the mechanic, "that stinks!"

"Sorry," the emo apologised again. "Must've been last night's fish, so really, if it smells bad, maybe it's your fault."

Mack laughed. "We need to get up and get moving," he said, stretching. "We need to get you to a bathroom, or maybe even a hospital."

Yoshi smiled. "I'll wriggle out first," he offered. He hopped around for a moment, finding his pants and socks. "Fuck, it's cold!" came the weather report.

Mack crawled out next, quickly finding his undies and pants. "You're not wrong!" he said, trying to hop into his pants. One leg got caught and he nearly toppled over -- he would've collapsed the tent.

Yoshi yawned again. This was way early for him, but then again, he slept well last night, and his sweet arse felt nice and loose. "Need a coffee," he mumbled.

"Didn't bring any," the mechanic declared.

The emo pouted through his floppy, long fringe. "Bugger. I might die, you know. Murder can take many forms. Death by lack of caffeine."

Mack laughed. "Let's pack up and head back to Brissie. Won't take us long to get on the road. I need to stop for petrol, so we'll grab coffees at a servo."

Yoshi nodded. "Sounds good."

Twenty minutes later, the tent had been dismantled, packed up and stored in the mechanic's ute, along with the rest of the equipment he brought. Yoshi's backpack lay at his feet in the passenger seat.

Mack fired the ignition, and the trusty, well-loved vehicle started first time. The mechanic put a cap on top of his head, dropped the clutch, and they began to roll away. The valley was still empty and quiet, though Mack was familiar enough with the secluded spot to know it wouldn't be quiet for long. It was Sunday morning, and the forecast was good.

They pulled up at a petrol station not too far away. While the mechanic filled the tank, Yoshi crept into the shop. He found the bathroom and took a desperately needed crap, reading the explicit graffiti on the cubicle walls while he wiped himself clean. After washing his hands, he bought a coffee and a muffin. He sipped the hot beverage through the hole in the thin plastic lid. The coffee was OK, but the muffin was dry. He choked it down.

Mack went inside to pay for the fuel and bought himself a coffee and a meat pie on the way out. "Breakfast of champions, punk," he said as he returned to the vehicle.

"Gross." Yoshi watched the mechanic wolf down his pastry filled with warm meat and gravy. He'd heard stories about the horrific types of inedible offcuts that factories poured into the great Australian delicacy. Sometimes, it's better not to know. He watched the mechanic lick his thick fingers clean.

"Come on, punk," said Mack, "let's go."

They headed back out onto the freeway, heading south, as the mechanic started on his coffee. Yoshi fished his phone out of his pocket. It was low on charge, but he knew it'd last the journey.

Yoshi: we're heading back to brisvegas

Amelia: thank fuck for that I was worried

Yoshi: he was sweet, he taught me how to fish

Amelia didn't reply.

Yoshi: wanna have dinner tonite

There was a long pause before his FWB replied.

Amelia: sure ok

Deep in her heart, she felt sure she'd lost him. Then again, she probably never had him in the first place.

*

They rumbled through Sunday morning Brisbane traffic, and Mack's ute pulled up across the road from the emo's building. "Thanks for coming, punk," he said, pulling the handbrake. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah," the kid replied, pushing his hair away from his eyes. "Thanks for inviting me. I had a better time than I thought I might. But next time, pack some wifi."

The mechanic smiled sideways. "OK, I'm gonna try to put a positive spin on that feedback."

"Wait there," replied the emo. "Don't drive off yet." He collected his backpack, climbed down to street level, and slammed the passenger door shut. He walked around to the driver's side. "Thanks for the ride," he said, "and thanks for the dick." Traffic flew by as he leaned in through the window and rammed his tongue deep into the mechanic's mouth. "There's your positive feedback," he smiled.

"Anytime," coughed the surprised mechanic, caught totally off-guard. He wiped his wet lips on the back of his hand.

"Next time," said the emo, "I'm gonna be your sex doll. Next time, I'll be quiet, and I won't say anything. I'll just lie there, letting you pound me. I'll squeeze your cock with my pussy until you just can't take it anymore. My tight cunt's gonna make you pop like a warm bottle of cheap champagne." He looked down at his feet for a second before gazing deep into the mechanic's eyes. "Well, goodbye then," he waved. "And thanks for not killing me, big guy."

He walked away smiling, knowing the mechanic would be driving the short distance to the next suburb with a painfully inflated cock.

The emo unlocked his apartment door and stepped inside, throwing his backpack onto the couch. He'd deal with it later. He felt a little thirsty. He went to the bathroom and came back via the kitchen, pouring some water from the tap into a plastic cup.

He looked out the window and noticed the mechanic's ute was still parked across the street. He wondered if he'd forgotten something.

He looked closer. Was the ute rocking back and forth on its suspension? It looked like Mack might be cranking one out in broad daylight. Fuck, he couldn't even make it home first. If someone walked past, it'd be impossible for him to hide what he was doing. Especially with a dick as big as his.

Yoshi smiled from ear to ear. He texted Amelia and they made plans for dinner before he took a lazy lunchtime nap.

*

"How did it go yesterday?" asked the goth. They were seated at a table in an Italian restaurant. It was a favourite of theirs; meals were cheap for students, and servings were big. They read the menu and placed their orders. The plastic table covering clung to their forearms.

Yoshi noticed his friend-with-benefits was carrying a slightly larger bag than usual. Maybe she'd bought a new one recently. The restaurant was BYO alcohol, so the goth brought a bottle of red for them to share. She fished it out of her bag and plonked it on the table. Yoshi nodded; maybe that's the reason she brought a bigger bag with her tonight.

"You said you went fishing yesterday?" she asked. "I just can't imagine it."

"Well, I did, kind of, I guess, but Mack did all the work and all the prep. He goes fishing often, I think. His grindr profile pic is of him standing next to a boat, holding a fish he'd just caught. So yesterday, he brought the rod and the hooks and the bait, and then when we caught the fish, he unhooked them, descaled them and cooked them. I wouldn't have enjoyed doing all of that myself. Actually, I wouldn't have done any of it at all. Apart from the cooking bit. I could've done that part, I reckon. But not the rest."

"You're gonna need to surrender your Japanese passport," deadpanned the goth. "Expect a call from the embassy this week."

Their meals arrived and they continued talking, but they drifted away to other topics. Yoshi felt like she was only partially present in the conversation, possibly ruminating on something else.

Out of nowhere, she made a declaration. "I'm sleeping at your place tonight."

Yoshi nearly choked on a mouthful of food. He was looking forward to a quiet night before tomorrow morning's lectures, but this was a statement, and not a question. "Umm, sure, OK. If you like."

"Good," she smiled. The emo wondered if Amelia's female roommate was getting lucky tonight and had asked for some space. They finished the meal and the bottle of wine, and they split the bill before catching the bus back to Yoshi's place.

"Got any wine?" asked the goth, unlacing her boots. She lobbed her bag onto the floor next to the couch.

"Bottle of red next to the microwave," Yoshi replied. "Pour me a glass too." After pouring, Amelia went to the bathroom and reapplied her bright red lipstick.

They sat on the couch, nursing their drinks. "So," ventured Amelia, "you enjoyed learning how to fish?"

"Well, I wouldn't necessarily call it fun," Yoshi replied, "and I wouldn't necessarily say I learned anything either." He noticed how glossy red her lips were. It was a beautiful contrast with her dark, almost black irises. "I'm chalking it up as an unusual and unexpected life experience that I'm not particularly keen to repeat. Let's just say I wouldn't ever want to have to rely on fishing for a living. If I was stuck alone on a desert island, I'd probably starve to death. He threw them in a bucket and they asphyxiated. I hated watching them die. I couldn't do that."

"What else did you get up to?"

"Well, we ate the fish for dinner." She was about to raise a note of protest, but he cut her off. "Before you say anything, yes, I know I'm a hypocrite. I hated watching them die, but I didn't think twice about eating them. Yeah, I know, so shut up. Anyway, Mack brought a propane stove, and he cooked them beautifully. He also brought a salad he'd pre-made, and we ate off paper plates. He brought some beer for himself, and a bottle of wine for me. He also brought a battery-powered light, which was handy, because it got dark fast." The emo paused for a breath. "He brought a lot of stuff. He's very resourceful."

"Where'd you sleep?"

"In a tent. He put it up when we arrived. He brought a pair of sleeping bags for us to sleep in. I'd never slept in a sleeping bag before, but it was quite warm. I didn't feel cold until morning." Probably because he was in a sleeping bag with another warm body, though he didn't tell her that.

"And, of course, you had sex out there?"

The emo coughed. "Well, yeah, obviously."

"Tell me."

"Well," Yoshi began, "after dinner, we jerked off together, but we both felt tired, and I was surprised at how peacefully I slept. I've never slept outside before, and it couldn't have been any later than about nine o'clock when we turned in. I don't think I've gone to sleep at nine since I was in primary school. Then, later, in the middle of the night, I got up because I needed to take a piss. I left the tent and did what I needed to do, but when I got back, Mack was up because he needed to take a leak too. I turned the torch light on my phone on so he could see what he was doing, but really, it was so *I* could see what he was doing. Watching him flop his huge dick out to take a piss got me hard, and I guess one thing led to another."

"Which things led to what things?"

"Well, I climbed into his sleeping bag and I let him fuck me."

Amelia drank the rest of her wine in a single gulp. She reached into her bag and produced a black dildo, about eight and a half inches long and girthy as hell, modelled on a famous pornstar's cock. Yoshi's eyes widened in surprise. "Stand up," she said, "and take your pants off. Leave your t-shirt on. Don't ask questions."

Wordlessly, the emo complied.

"Now go and get your bottle of lube."

It was still inside his backpack from the camping trip. He fished it out and handed it to her. She knew straight away that he'd taken it with him last night.

"I'm gonna peg the fuck out of you," she said, producing a harness which she connected to the dildo. She wrapped the strap around her waist. "Bend over the sidearm of the couch and spread your cheeks."

He bent over, exposing his hole.

"Ooh, sweet pussy," she cooed, running her dry fingertips across his tender opening. She heard him sigh. "Looks like you've been fucked recently," she teased. "Looks like your hole has been used."

Against his will, the emo whimpered submissively.

"Must've been a pretty big dick, too, by the looks of it," continued Amelia. She tickled his arsehole with her long fingernails. "I'm guessing it belonged to a mechanic."

"Yeah, it did," breathed Yoshi.

"A mechanic with a really big dick," Amelia summed up.

"Yeah."

"So how hard did he fuck you with his big dick?"

"Not hard enough," came the honest reply. "I told him I wanted him to wreck my pussy, but he came almost straight away as soon as I said it."

"Well," Amelia replied, "that's because you're a hot little fucker with a dirty mouth, aren't you?"

Yoshi was confused. "Huh?"

"You're his wet dream, and you know it."

Assuming that was true, Yoshi felt the exact same way about Mack.

"So he didn't fuck you hard enough, is that it?" asked the goth.

"Yeah." Yoshi was nearly breathless. He desperately, desperately wanted her to peg him with that huge, fat dildo.

"I reckon I could do a better job of fucking you into next week."

Yoshi concentrated on breathing.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" she asked. "You want me to pound your sweet cunt?"

The emo nodded submissively. He felt his FWB dripping lube onto his cunt. She rubbed it around with her fingers before pressing her middle finger into his hole. "You feel that?"

"Yeah."

"You like my finger in your pussy?"

"Fuck yeah." Breathlessly, he pushed back on her.

"That's nothing compared to my fat cock that's about to split you in half."

Yoshi whimpered. "Oh my fucking god." His black fringe hung low over his eyes.

"You've got such a sweet pussy," cooed the goth. "You want this, don't you?" She tapped the heavy slab of plastic on his lower back. "Boy, you're gonna fucking get it. I'm gonna destroy your slutty fucking cunt."

"Fuck, please stop teasing me." He'd always wondered what it'd feel like if she fucked him, and now it was gonna happen. His cunt began to quiver.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you," she demanded.

"Please, babe, I want you to fuck me."

"Say it again."

The emo whimpered. "I want you to fuck me."

She held the tip of the massive dildo against her FWB's hole and tried to push the head inside. She felt resistance. "You'd better fucking relax, slut," she advised, "or this won't go well."

"You're so big," he admitted.

"Who's bigger?" asked the goth, gripping his hips as the fat head of her cock popped inside him. "Me or him?" She pressed another inch or two deeper.

"Fuck, babe, that's a fat cock." He struggled just to form thoughts, let alone whole sentences. Pleasure and pain were indistinguishable.

She forced another fat inch inside him. "Who's bigger?" she asked again.

"Oh my god," he gasped. "You are, babe. Mack's big, but you're bigger."

"Good answer. That's right. I'm bigger than he is." Amelia began slowly thrusting back and forth. "You hard?" she asked, but before waiting for a reply, she reached around and cupped his balls in her hand. They were warm. She explored a little further north and found his violently erect shaft. She wrapped her fingers around it, squeezing it tightly in her fist. She pushed the plastic in a little deeper.

"Babe," he seethed, gritting his teeth, "you're so big."

"I know I am," she replied. Beads of sweat appeared on Yoshi's back. "You love the way I make you feel, don't you?"

"I feel so submissive right now, babe. You could do anything you want to me."

She fucked him silently for a while, letting him get used to the enormous girth. His eyes were squeezed closed in pain and determination. It was easily the biggest thing the skinny half-Japanese kid had ever taken in his hole, and he wanted to see how long he could last. He prayed that if he held out for long enough, the pain would eventually recede.

"You still want me to destroy your pussy?" she asked. She reached around and tweaked his pierced nipple.

"Give it to me," he breathed.

She picked up the pace, jamming another inch in. "Hey, you know what?"

"What, babe?"

"You look so fucking cute with my fat dick buried in your cunt." If her phone was within reach, she'd have taken photos. She reached under the hem of his t-shirt and ran her fingernails up and down his sweaty back.

"Go harder," he said. Shivers ran up and down his spine.

"You sure you want this?"

For the first time, he looked back over his shoulder at her. He stared at her tattooed left arm, her huge breasts, and the look of love on her face. He wished he could kiss her bright red lips and force his hungry tongue inside her sweet mouth. "Yeah, babe. I want it so fucking bad. Fuck me hard. Please, babe. I'll do anything."

She loved making him feel like this. "You love my cock, don't you, boy? You're nothing but a cheap fucking hole, aren't you?"

He looked over his shoulder again, peering at her through his hair. His teeth were clenched. "Fuck the shit out of your desperate slut."

She picked up the pace and rammed her cock in even further. The emo saw stars flashing and dancing in front of his closed eyes.

She must've fucked him for ten more minutes, and while the emo moaned continuously, nobody said another word. The goth squeezed two fingers under the harness and flicked her bean.

Yoshi felt like he was in a trance, levitating on air. All he could think about was cock. Images of huge pornstar dicks flashed in front of his giddy eyes. He imagined the taste of cum in his mouth, feeling the thick texture as he rolled it around on his tongue. He began pushing back on the dildo, meeting her insistent thrusts. He couldn't get enough of her gigantic dick. His jaw gaped wide open, and he wished there was another dick in the room he could suck. He thought of the mechanic, imagining his fat meat stretching his jaw and fucking his face before unloading in his desperate mouth, coating his tongue with his creamy seed.

Amelia's huge goth titties bounced up and down as she fucked the shit out of him. Her fingers teased and tugged at her clit and eventually she came, moaning loudly as her sticky juices dribbled down her fingers and onto the wooden floorboards.

"Fuck, babe, you're gonna make me cum," Yoshi whispered as his balls began to boil. She reached around to tug his shaft, and his cock exploded in her hand like a gun firing bullets of sperm. He whimpered as ropes of his submissive semen spewed uncontrollably from the head of his dick. His load splash-landed onto the couch as his cunt muscles twitched rhythmically around the shaft of his FWB's plastic dick.

For just a second, he imagined it was the mechanic's thick, callused fingers jacking him to climax, and not hers.

He remembered he needed to breathe.

He scooped his liquid off the couch cushions and licked his fingers. "Don't pull out just yet," he pleaded. His cock was still twitching, and even though his balls had been completely drained, the echoes of his orgasm were still pulsing.

Suddenly, he remembered it was her, and not him. "Fuck, that was so good, babe."

Slowly, delicately, Amelia began to withdraw her synthetic weapon. She heard one final gasp escape her FWB's lips as he suddenly felt empty. She studied his arse. "You're so gaped," she told him.

"I feel so fucking loose, babe. Take a pic of my cunt. I wanna see what I look like. I wanna see what you did to me." Amelia reached for her phone and took a few snapshots of the pussy she'd just destroyed. The bubble of air that had been silently building in his anus finally escaped as a wet fart.

Amelia removed her harness and washed the dildo in Yoshi's laundry sink. Meanwhile, the emo went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet bowl, wiped himself and cleaned up. He ran his fingers across his crater and checked them, relieved to learn he wasn't bleeding.