Big Mac

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Yoshi woke up after a deep sleep, still laying on his side. He couldn't remember his dream, if he had one; it was as if he'd slept in black. His eyes opened and he stared at a strange, unfamiliar wall. This was not his bedroom; this was not his space. After a brief 'where the fuck am I' moment of internal panic, he realised there was a source of warmth lying beside him. Gently, he rolled over, smiling as he saw the mechanic on the other side of the mattress, sleeping deeply. He snuggled back down, pulling the covers up under his chin.

Half an hour later, the emo realised his bladder was an impediment to further sleep. He needed to pee, but he felt like a big, toasty cinnamon bun, and he never wanted to leave this bed.

"Think, man, think," he thought to himself. "Think, think, think."

Other than pissing the mattress, no ideas were forthcoming. He got up, padded quietly to the bathroom, did the business, and returned to bed. Miraculously, the mechanic hadn't moved. Mack was sleeping solidly for an early riser -- maybe those exhausting six day weeks had finally caught up with him.

The emo climbed back under the covers, lay on his side, got comfortable, and fell back asleep.

*

The mechanic eventually stirred, and the emo woke up again. "Hey," said Mack.

Yoshi yawned and stretched. "Hey, big guy."

"Sleep well?" asked the host.

"Think so, yeah. Your bed is comfy." He grinned a slutty grin. "Especially after hot sex he night before."

Mack deflected. "Gonna put the kettle on. Need a morning cuppa. You want one?"

"Tea or coffee?"

"Got both," replied the mechanic, "you pick."

"Tea sounds good."

Mack threw the covers off and got up. The emo gawked at his host's juicy naked butt. He remembered the last time he was invited here he stuck his finger in the mechanic's inexperienced hole, and eventually, all hell broke loose. He wasn't gonna go there again, not without clear signposts and permissions. Still, he took the opportunity to praise what he saw. "Fuck, your arse is hot, big guy."

The mechanic pulled his undies on and turned around. His bulge filled the front of the undergarment. "Huh?"

"Nothing," said the emo. "Just saying you've got a juicy batooty, that's all."

"Nobody's ever said that to me before," Mack admitted.

"What, never?"

"No, never."

Yoshi was stunned. "Fuck, dude, I don't know why not. Turn around," he said. "Give me another look."

Mack turned his back to Yoshi. Two plump cheeks were barely contained in his tight briefs. "Chunky as fuck, too," praised the emo. "You'd better be careful I don't go the grope."

The mechanic looked over his shoulder, eyebrows raised, staring at Yoshi in surprise.

"I swear I could rub one out just looking at your juicy peach," teased the emo.

Mack laughed. "Keep it in your pants, punk. I'm making us some tea." He left the bedroom, headed to the kitchen and filled the kettle. He threw three heaped teaspoons of leaves into his grandmother's old teapot, then added boiling water. Steam rose, and he put the lid in place. He left the tea brewing as he returned to the bedroom to finish getting dressed.

The emo's one track mind was still on its one track, zeroing in on the mechanic's fat, flaccid cock. "You need to go the next size up in undies, big guy. Like, seriously. Look at the size of your meat and potatoes. That's a fucking meal you've got there."

The mechanic threw on a t-shirt and a pair of old jeans. "You finished objectifying me?" he joked, hands defiantly on hips.

The emo smiled devilishly, resting a seductive fingertip on his chin. "No," he teased.

"Get up, smartarse," sighed Mack. "I'm making you a cuppa."

Yoshi hauled himself out of bed and got dressed.

Five minutes later, they were sitting at Mack's makeshift kitchen table, each nursing a mug of steaming hot tea. "What've you got planned for today?" asked the mechanic.

"Not sure," said Yoshi, stirring a spoonful of sugar into his mug. He wondered whether he should call Amelia. He hadn't checked his phone since last night, so he didn't yet know there was a text from her waiting for him to read. "What about you?"

"Mundane weekend shit," the mechanic replied. "I need to tidy this place up a bit. Rental inspection is coming up, so I need to scrub the kitchen and shower, and vacuum the carpet. Then I'm meant to be catching up with the ex-missus this arvo, we've got some financial shit to organise."

"You gonna fuck her?" teased the emo, but Mack didn't answer the question. Yoshi instantly knew he shouldn't have asked that -- it was meant as a joke, but as soon as the question escaped his lips, he knew it was a dick move. "Anyway, thanks for letting me sleep over last night," he said, feeling slightly embarrassed. He remained seated at the table with his tea, but was mentally preparing himself to leave.

"No worries," replied Mack. "I enjoyed the company."

The mechanic's words touched a sweet nerve. "Me too," came the emo's anxious reply. He wasn't sure why, but it felt like butterflies were dancing around in his stomach. He sipped his sugary tea. "So I've been thinking of learning how to play rugby," he lied, wanting to prolong the conversation.

Mack, taking this statement at face value, was taken aback. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"It's never too late to learn," said the old loose-head prop, "but you'd need to take all your piercings out, or they'll be ripped out of your skin in tackles."

"Didn't think of that. Ouch. I've changed my mind. I've officially retired from rugby." The emo didn't want to overstay his welcome. "Well, I'd better get going, then. Have fun cleaning your shower," he joked, finishing the rest of his tea. He stood up and collected his stuff.

"Thanks for last night," said Mack. "But I'm gonna buy a pair of earplugs before next time. Your mouth is so fucking nasty."

The emo flashed a sultry smile. "You love it, daddy. Don't lie to me. I fucking know you do."

Maybe, but the mechanic wasn't giving anything away. "Gimme a hug before you go."

Yoshi wrapped his arms around Mack's waist and held him tight before slowly ... slowly ... slowly moving his grip south. He cupped an arse cheek in each hand and gave each orb a little squeeze.

The mechanic looked down over his long, ginger beard. "You enjoying yourself there, punk?"

"Yeah," smiled the emo. "Sexiest dad arse ever." He gave a cheek a playful slap. "Well, see ya," he said, opening the front door to let himself out. "Hey, watch this," he said, firmly closing the front door behind him with a solid shove from his sweet butt.

Mack knew he had to clean the shower, but he knew he wouldn't be able to get the job done before getting another job done first. He lay on the bed, unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down just enough to fish his girthy cock out. He spat on his hand and began to stroke. He thought about what the emo said last night while they fucked.

He imagined walking into the locker room with his rugby teammates after a hard fought win. The studs of their boots clattered on the concrete floor as his mates congratulated each other on the result. He imagined sitting on the bench for a moment, collecting his thoughts and his breath before stripping off, throwing his mud-encrusted jersey, shorts and socks into a laundry hamper. He imagined striding towards the communal shower, his long, flaccid cock hanging low. He imagined turning the taps clockwise, feeling warm water splashing against his exhausted body.

He imagined the emo washing him sensuously, delicately caressing the game's aches and pains away. His dick grew in his hand as he imagined the emo rubbing soap into his hairy chest, teasing his erect nipples. He ran his thumb across the head of his cock, feeling a thick, viscous moisture at the tip. He moved his thumb to his tongue, tasting himself for the first time in ... shit, he couldn't even remember the last time.

His mind's eye pictured the emo's hungry mouth taking his meat deep into his throat. He groaned, and his hand moistened as warm streams of semen coated his thick blue-collar fingers.

Quickly, before he mentally talked himself out of it, he jammed his fingers into his mouth. He licked his knuckles, gulping his load down fast before he allowed himself permission to think about what he was doing. He wasn't sure whether he liked the taste, immediately reaching for his bedside bottle of water which lay on its side on the floor. He swirled and swished the water around in his mouth before swallowing it down. Reverberations of the taste remained, so he got up, packed his deflated dick back into his pants, and brushed his teeth.

And then he scrubbed the shower.

*

Yoshi walked the short distance from Milton to his apartment in Toowong. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked his messages. He found the unread message from the goth, sent last night, that he hadn't seen yet.

Amelia: fuck dude I'm so sorry for bailing on you at lunch today can we talk

Yoshi responded immediately, weaving a white lie into his reply.

Yoshi: babe i only just saw this right now my phone ran out of battery i'm so sorry for not replying until now, i'm free all day

She replied immediately, as if she'd been waiting for him.

Amelia: you had a good night last night?

The emo knew how loaded this question was.

Yoshi: yeah

Amelia: he fuck you?

Yoshi: yeah

Amelia: i texted you last night but you're just telling me you read it this morning?

Yoshi: like i said my phone ran out of battery, i slept over at mack's place but i didn't think to bring my charger

Amelia: *sigh* this is such a bad idea

Yoshi: what do u mean

Amelia: i don't mean anything at all 2 u do i

The emo saw the landmines. He loved her, but not in the same way she seemed to love him. He sidestepped her question.

Yoshi: you wanna do something tonight? let's hang out :)

Amelia: *shrug* sure I guess ... maybe come over tonight

The emo wasn't sure what else to say. He was hungry -- despite the mechanic cooking him dinner last night, breakfast this morning was a non-event. Sure, he scored a cup of tea, but there was nothing to eat. Not even a piece of dry toast.

Yoshi: cool ... talk later, just gonna grab a bite, haven't had breakkie yet

The goth didn't reply. Yoshi walked to his local café and ordered a muffin and a coffee, scrolling through his phone while he ate. He paid the bill and went for a long, aimless walk. He needed some time and space to think.

*

As he walked, the emo thought about life, love, and everything in between. The longer he walked, the more he realised how little he knew about love. He'd had a lot of sexual partners and he'd had a lot of sex, but he'd only ever held feelings for one person, a person he barely knew who disappeared from his life far too soon.

One thing he was sure of was that he liked being control of his own destiny. He wanted to make his own decisions on his own terms; he didn't want to be beholden to another. He wanted the freedom to choose what he did with his days and nights. He felt twinges of guilt at having chosen to spend last night with Mack and not with Amelia, and he took this as a warning sign. Deep down, he resented feeling like this, and he knew a 'relationship' with the goth would change the way he dealt with the world. He wasn't sure if he was prepared for her to become his priority in life.

Would loving someone limit his freedom, or could it broaden it? He didn't know.

He wondered how the mechanic felt about him. He'd never asked, though he really wanted to, and he realised now why the butterflies in his stomach were going nuts before. He wanted to talk with him, but he knew the mechanic had shit to do today. He wasn't exactly sure what to say anyway.

He kept walking and thinking, but thinking became too hard. He found the nearest ferry wharf and caught the Citycat to central Brisbane. He sat in a park, watching people walking by. He considered making an excuse to avoid Amelia tonight. He didn't want to avoid his friend, just the conversation he knew she'd want to return to. He hoped he could navigate their way to sex tonight -- he really wanted her to peg him again with her massive black plastic cock -- while avoiding the rocky shoals of a dangerous conversation.

He went home, showered and changed, then texted her to say he was on his way.

*

She opened her apartment front door, looking nervous and uncertain, yet beautiful. She wore a leather jacket over a tight black t-shirt that hugged her huge tits but exposed her belly button, a short tartan skirt that left nothing to the imagination, and a pair of black tights. "Hey," she said, inviting him in.

"Hey, babe," Yoshi replied. "You look amazing." If he wasn't feeling so anxious, he would've flirted with her, but tonight, he wasn't quite sure what to say.

"Thanks," she blushed. "I've ordered some pizza. Should be here soon."

"Awesome. I'm starving."

She brought a bottle of cheap red and two glasses over to the couch, and they sat for a few minutes, catching up. The intercom sounded, and Amelia buzzed the delivery guy up to her floor. She took the pizza boxes from him, closed the door, and they ate straight from the cartons while they watched TV. Amelia clingwrapped the uneaten pizza slices and stored them in the fridge for tomorrow. Leftovers for breakfast.

They sat back down on the couch. "How's Mack?" asked the goth. She grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.

"He's good, I think. Caught up with his ex-wife today, apparently."

"You seeing him again soon?"

"Not sure," the emo truthfully replied. "No plans."

"Tell me how he fucked you last night," she said.

"Well, he cooked me dinner, which was nice. Like, he went to the shops and bought stuff. He planned it out. I thought that was sweet. Then, after we ate, I asked if I could sleep over, and he said yes. So then he took me to his bedroom, he ate me out, he jerked me off, and then he fucked me. And then I slept in his bed, and he made me a nice cup of tea in the morning." He paused for a second. "I'm not sure what else you want me to say."

"Do you love him?" she asked. "I mean ... it's OK with me if you do ... just tell me, so I know." She paused for a second, stroking his arm. "I just want you to be happy. And I want to be happy, too. If you and I can't be together, let me down gently."

"I don't understand why we're talking about this," the emo replied softly, beginning to wonder why his friend was becoming so clingy, perhaps even a little possessive. He wondered if perhaps she'd been treated badly in a prior relationship, but now wasn't the time to ask. He remained focused on her question. "I spent last night with him, but that doesn't mean anything. I get that this is an important question for you, babe, but to be honest, I like our friendship as it is. Why do you want us to be together? What's wrong with things the way they are? And no, I don't love him. I enjoy spending time with him, just like I love hanging out with you, but I don't know if I feel anything beyond that. I'm trying hard to answer your question, but I don't know if I can."

He stopped for a moment; she waited, sensing he wasn't finished. "I had some time to kill this afternoon, and I was sitting in a city park, thinking about stuff. You remember the story I told you about Hasret? The Lebanese refugee in my high school who suddenly disappeared? I thought I loved her, which might've been why I felt so cut up when she went away, which in turn might be the reason it's hard for me put myself out there emotionally. I shut my heart down and became the high school slut because I didn't want to feel that kind of emotional pain ever again. But as I sat in the park this afternoon, I started to wonder whether I ever loved her at all. I mean, for starters, we barely knew each other, and I'm not sure if I'd be a 'love at first sight' kind of guy anyway. But if I never loved her, then I've never loved anyone."

Amelia was shocked to feel a single tear rolling down her cheek. "You've never said the phrase 'I love you' to anyone?"

Yoshi stared at the wall. "Other than to my parents, and other than to Hasret, who I now realise I probably didn't love anyway ... I don't think so."

"That's so sad. I mean, don't you think that's sad?"

"Yeah," he agreed. "It probably is."

"I love you, Yoshi," she said, tenderly brushing his hair out of his face. She stared into his beautiful dark brown eyes. "All you have to say is 'I love you too'."

"But I'm so fucking scared, babe."

"I know. I am too."

"Like, I could tell you that I love you, but that wouldn't mean I feel it. Just because I say something, it doesn't mean it's true." He looked down at his hands. "Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah," she replied.

"I don't know what I feel. I'm confused, and this conversation is tying me up in knots. Maybe I need to see a psych or something. I swear I'm not lying to you, babe, and although I dreaded us having this conversation again tonight, I'm not trying to avoid it either." He paused for a moment, trying hard to find the right words. "I just ... I don't want anything to change between us. Things are good right now, aren't they? Why do we need to change anything? What's wrong with things the way they are? We hang out, we enjoy each other's company, we have sex, but we aren't obligated to each other. Things might be different in the future, but for now, I like things how they are."

His mind wandered to a beautiful lyric from a Split Enz song he heard many times in his childhood: 'I can give you the present, but I don't know about the future -- that's all stuff and nonsense.'

She held herself back, not wanting to press. "OK. Let's not talk about it anymore tonight." She tapped his hand reassuringly.

"Thanks for understanding."

She let it go.

They hugged like irreplaceable friends, and moments later, their tongues were in each other's mouths. "You taste like pizza," Yoshi giggled, feeling all the tension in his body floating away.

'I can give you the present,' he thought to himself, 'but I don't know about the future.'

"You do too," replied Amelia. She broke the kiss and stared deep into her friend's eyes. She might not have won his heart or soul tonight, but she still had VIP access to his body. "You wanna fuck me?"

Yoshi grinned. "Only if you fuck me after."

She grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom. She kneeled, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his smallish dick. She ran her tongue around his foreskin before pulling the hood back. "Mmm," she said, sucking him into her mouth, feeling his shaft thicken and stiffen on her tongue.

She unhitched her skirt, removed her tights and lay on the bed, spreading her chubby pale thighs for him.

Yoshi lay on top of her, kissing her mouth and neck. She gripped his shaft and guided him in, and as he plunged deep inside her, groping her tits through her t-shirt, she moaned. "Fuck, dude, you feel so good inside me."

His fringe flopped low over his eyes as they kissed, and as he thrust deep, she grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his mouth into hers as she came. He pulled his hips back and thrust hard into her again, prolonging her orgasm. He tried again, but this time, his dick fell out of her, and as he thrust forward, he found nothing but the prickly desert of skin where her pubes once were. They giggled. "Sorry, babe," he apologised. "I missed."

She reached down and guided him back inside her. She sighed, grabbed his arse and held him close. "You wanna cum in me?"

Yoshi remembered she was on the pill. "You sure?"

"Yeah, dude," she panted. "I wanna feel you spurting inside me."

The emo slowed down, trying to make the experience last, but as she pulled his face down into hers, kissing him sensuously, it was impossible for him to hold back. He felt the walls of her cunt bear down upon him. His heart rate sped up and his balls exploded.