Yoshi bit his bottom lip, gazing at the mechanic's navel. "Life is a highway," he said.
Mack instantly recalled the obscure 1980s song reference he'd dropped into one of their recent chats.
"I listened to the song you mentioned," explained the emo, refocusing his gaze on the mechanic's deep blue irises. "I found it on spotify. I'm not sure if I'd ever heard it before. A bit too country-rock for me, but then again, it's a scientifically verifiable fact that music in the late 80s sucked unless you'd discovered Triple J." He paused for a second. "Anyway, I liked the title. It made me think that where we start, where we go and where we end can all be completely different places, and that's cool. You know, just like a highway."
The mechanic felt his eyes beginning to water.
"OK," said Yoshi, propping himself up on one elbow, "so maybe look at it from this perspective. You weren't sure how your mate would respond, but it sounds like he accepted everything you said, so that means he's gonna be on your side, right?"
Mack stared at the ceiling, wiping his wet eyes as he examined the paintwork. He refocused. It looked chipped and worn in places. If he owned this apartment, he'd head out to Bunnings this afternoon to buy supplies, and he'd be up on a stepladder with a paintbrush tomorrow. "Yeah, I get what you're saying, punk, but I don't want it to be like that. I don't want there to be sides. I don't want my life to turn into a melodrama. I don't want my life to turn into a topic of backyard barbeque conversation. And I don't want people gossiping about Abby behind her back."
Yoshi wasn't sure what else he could say. He knew he didn't have the power to solve all of Mack's problems, especially when they involved people he didn't even know. Instead, he wrapped his arms around the mechanic as tightly as he possibly could. "I love you, big guy. It's all gonna work out OK."
Mack smiled. "Yeah. I know. And I love you too, punk." His dick was beginning to grow.
The emo's hands slowly slipped south, tickling the mechanic's fat shaft. He moved his body closer, and the mechanic felt Yoshi's sweet breath catch in his beard.
Faces, mouths and tongues collided at light speed. Yoshi kissed and sucked on Mack's broad, strong neck before moving down to his hairy chest. He ran his tongue over a nipple before sucking hard on it. The mechanic sighed. "You like this, don't you?" asked the emo. "You like having your nipples sucked on?"
"Yeah," whispered the mechanic, placing a hand on the back of Yoshi's head. "I love it, punk. They're so sensitive. It's such a new feeling for me. Keep sucking."
The emo looked up at Mack and grinned. He licked, sucked, teased and playbit the mechanic's nipple, feeling it thicken and harden on his tongue. His fingers toyed with Mack's other nipple, and the mechanic closed his eyes in bliss. He reached down to find the mechanic's cock was stiff and thick, already engorged with blood. "Fuck, daddy, you're huge." He spat on his palm, licked his fingers and began stroking the Mack's cock.
"That feels unbelievable, punk," seethed the mechanic.
The emo rolled across Mack's torso onto the other side of the mattress, and he began sucking the mechanic's other nipple. "I'm gonna make you cum all over my hand and fingers, daddy," he whispered, reaching down to stroke Mack's cock again. "You're gonna make my handpussy pregnant." Mack felt the emo sucking hard, biting just a little, and he responded by flexing his pecs.
Yoshi felt the mechanic's hips beginning to grind up into his hand. "That's it, daddy. Fuck my tight, wet handpussy. It wants your thick, sticky load." The emo tightened his grip and held still, letting the mechanic fuck his hand. "Just like that, daddy. Fuck my slutty fist."
The mechanic moaned as he climaxed all over the emo's black fingernail polish. Yoshi felt Mack's dick twitch in his hand as pulses of warm semen drooled across his knuckles. He sucked hard on Mack's sensitive nipple, prolonging the intensity of his orgasm.
Mack opened his eyes, and the emo held his cumsoaked hand in front of the mechanic's face. "Fuck, daddy, look how thick your load is. Look what my handpussy coaxed out of you. You must've loved how that felt."
Mack stared, almost in disbelief, as he felt his sperm being smeared all over his hairy chest.
Yoshi slowly licked Mack's load off his sweaty pecs before cleaning his hand with his hungry tongue. He grinned. "Did you like that?" he asked, already knowing the answer. It was written all over the mechanic's goofy post-orgasmic face.
"Fuck, punk, you're such a kinky little motherfucker."
Yoshi smiled on the inside, but he spied an opportunity. He pouted. "I'm very sorry, daddy. I try so hard to be a good boy, but if I've been bad, I'll accept my punishment."
The mechanic coughed. "No, punk, wait a minute, that's not what I meant..."
"Sssssh, daddy," interrupted the emo, putting a wet finger to his pierced lip. With a devilish smile, he draped himself across the mechanic's waist with his arse cheeks on full display. "Maybe I need to be spanked." The emo looked at Mack with a devious twinkle in his eye. "Do you want to spank me, daddy? I think you do. We both know I've been bad. I think I need to be punished. My handpussy can be a real slut sometimes."
Mack felt nervous.
"I'm ready to accept my punishment," the emo continued. "I'm ready for you to spank me." He patted his arse cheeks with the palm of one hand, as if to demonstrate.
Mack had never spanked either of his own daughters. Not once, not ever. He didn't believe in it. "No, punk, I don't wanna have to..."
"But daddy," whined the emo, "that's what happens to bad boys. They get spanked. And my slutty handpussy has been so fucking wicked." He bit his pierced bottom lip seductively. "So I think you need to start dishing out the punishment I need."
Mack knew the emo was only playing, but even so, he wasn't sure how comfortable he felt. "But I'm way stronger than you..."
"Ooh, daddy," came the emo's kinky interruption. "Let's find out just how strong you are," he squealed.
Mack looked down at Yoshi's sweet butt cheeks draped across his hips and drowned in a lucid daydream. He didn't want to spank them; instead, he wanted to knead them, rub them, kiss them and lick them. He gazed at the emo's beautiful brown butthole. The equation was simple: he wanted to eat it, fuck it, and cum in it. His spent cock began to twitch as if preparing for round two.
"Come ooooooon, daddy!" whined the impatient emo, interrupting the mechanic's train of thought. "Spank me!"
Mack gave Yoshi's cheek a light tap with the palm of his hand. "There," he concluded. He tried to remember what the punishment was for, but he couldn't. "Whatever it was you did, don't do it again."
"Don't do it again?" questioned Yoshi. "So daddy doesn't like feeling my slutty handpussy wrapped around his cock, coaxing out a thick load of cum? And he doesn't like feeling my mouth and tongue kissing and sucking his sexy alpha mantits?"
Suddenly, the mechanic remembered what this was all about, but he didn't know how to respond. He raised his palm and spanked a little harder.
"Is that all you've got?" protested the emo. "I thought you said you were stronger than me. You're weak as piss. I've been a naughty boy, daddy, so you need to spank me like you mean it! Stop being such a fucking pussy! Spank me hard!"
The mechanic hit a little harder, and this time, the emo winced a bit. This one stung just a little. Mack watched the emo's cheeks redden slightly.
"Harder!" demanded Yoshi.
The mechanic's hand swung down again, this time with even more force.
"Fuck!" replied the emo, feeling his cheeks beginning to sting. "That's better! I've been such a naughty boy, and I deserve to be punished. Spank me even harder, daddy!"
Mack was still lying on his back, not the best position for an exercise such as this. He wound up with all the strength and power he could muster. His open palm slammed down on Yoshi's butt so hard it left a red mark. The emo screamed in pain and pleasure.
