Big Mac

On Friday afternoon, the emo texted the mechanic.

Yoshi: hey big guy

A response wasn't immediately forthcoming.

Mack: hey punk gimme a quick sec I just finished up work for the week, need to wash the grease off my hands

Yoshi waited, imagining the sexy mechanic stripping out of his work overalls. After a minute or two, Mack rejoined the conversation.

Mack: i'm back

Yoshi: you can text me later if you're in the middle of stuff

Mack: nah it's all good... what's up

Yoshi: I was just seeing what you were doing tomorrow afternoon

Mack: before the rugby game?

Yoshi: yeah

Mack: not much, why?

Yoshi: so you're free tomorrow arvo?

Mack: yeah, think so

Yoshi: cool... gonna come over and hang out with you before the game if thats ok... i want you to teach me the basics of rugby so you can watch the match without me asking you stupid questions all night, then you can fuck my brains out

Mack laughed.

Mack: I reckon I can do that, punk :) what are you up to tonight?

Yoshi: going to the movies with amelia... we caught up yesterday, I hadn't seen her since Saturday at the pub and then she sent me those pics later that night... there's a story there which I won't go into right now, but she and I are all good

Mack: glad to hear!

Yoshi: yeah, im happy too... ive been so worried about her lately...

Mack: I know

Yoshi: ill tell u later

Mack: no worries. enjoy the film! and we all know what happens after a date at the movies...

Yoshi: nah... thats part of what i was gonna tell u... we've decided that sex isn't a good idea anymore... we'll lose our friendship if we keep going this way, and neither of us want that to happen... might just have to find some other hot goth babes to fuck

Mack: sexy punk like you won't have much of a problem there

Yoshi: *blushes* it's strange because she and I are so compatible in so many ways, including sexually, but... umm... like i said, i won't go into details just now, but lets just say no-strings-attached sex doesn't work when there are strings attached

Mack:... she's still into you, huh

Yoshi: yeah i guess so... maybe... i try not to think about it

Mack: anyway have a good time at the movies

Yoshi: thanks, big guy... what are you up to tonight?

Mack: having dinner with my daughters

Yoshi: sweet! you cooking?

Mack: nah not tonight... taking them out somewhere nice

Yoshi: sweet... big mack takes the kids to maccas :)

Mack: McSmartarse :p

Yoshi: what about abby?

Mack: things aren't quite on an even keel with her just yet, but it feels like she's slowly coming around

Yoshi: you mean, she's getting used to the idea you're screwing someone young enough to be your own kid?

Mack: yeah, basically that... I think she's starting to realise it isn't up to her anymore... she doesn't have a say in the way I live my life like she once did... I think she's adjusting to that

Yoshi: yeah but you've been separated for months!

Mack:... but we were together for years.

Yoshi: fair point. i get it. I didn't mean to pry...

Mack: no worries at all, punk :) I know you're just trying to understand

Yoshi: what've you got planned for after dinner?

Mack: I'll probably squirt out a load thinking about your wet mouth wrapped around my fat dick

Yoshi: if u do, send me a pic?

Mack: ok :) anyway I need to lock up the garage and get home. Enjoy the movie tonight and I'll see you tomorrow afternoon?

Yoshi: yep :)

Mack: love you, punk

Yoshi: love you too, big guy :)

*

Amelia and Yoshi walked into the dark, cavernous cinema to watch the classic 1953 black-and-white film 'Tokyo Story'. The emo had seen it once before, on DVD with his parents, but it was a long time ago. The movie was new to the goth, and while she'd read it was regarded by critics as one of the most important films of all time, she had no idea what to expect. They sat in the darkness; their eyes were glued to the screen, but their minds were only half-engaged.

After the credits rolled, Yoshi wanted nothing more than for her to take him home and peg the living shit out of him. He wanted her to call him a sissy bitch, slap him around, tease him, dominate him, and plough him mercilessly like a slut in heat until he was a blubbering, worthless mess.

And Amelia wanted to leave the cinema hand in hand with her beautiful emo boy, walking slowly towards a late night café for coffee, a shared slice of cheesecake and some deep conversation before inviting him into her bed and having slow, sweet, perfect sex with him.

Neither of them got what they wanted. Instead, they walked to the brightly-lit foyer, squinted against the light, and hugged. They talked briefly about the film before going their separate ways.

Yoshi arrived at the bus terminal and checked his phone. He opened a message from Mack and found himself staring at a high-res closeup of the mechanic's huge cock and balls, dripping with thick sperm. The emo boned up instantly. Furtively, he looked around for the nearest public toilet. Finding one, he entered a cubicle, pulled his pants down, sat on the bowl, and sprayed everywhere. He zipped up, washed his hands, and made it back to the platform just as his bus was arriving. Perfect timing.

*

Just after half past two on Saturday afternoon, the emo buzzed the mechanic's intercom. Mack granted ingress, and a few moments later, he heard a knock at the door.

"Hey, big guy," said the emo.

Mack's eyes widened as he held his front door open. "What the fuck are you wearing?"

Yoshi flicked his hair away from his eyes and stepped inside. He dropped his backpack on the floor. "It's a rugby jersey. You're taking me to the game, right? I bought it online. I thought I'd surprise you with it."

Mack noticed the emo was wearing black Doc boots, stripy socks, a black pair of long shorts and a woollen beanie -- the only thing that had changed about his standard wardrobe was the rugby jersey.

"Yeah, but that's a Brumbies jersey," said Mack.

"Is that a problem? They're an Australian team, aren't they? From Canberra?"

The mechanic thought Yoshi looked incredibly fuckable wearing his half-emo half-rugby wardrobe, but regional rivalries ran deep. "Queenslanders hate the Brumbies."

The emo shrugged. "Guess I won't be wearing it to the game, then," he said. He threw the jersey over his shoulders and tossed it onto Mack's couch. He stood in front of the mechanic, naked from the waist down. His smooth, hairless torso was on full display, and his host coughed nervously. "You gonna teach me all about rugby now, big guy?"

"Uhh... yeah, sure," replied the flustered mechanic. He grabbed a pen and a pad. He drew a rectangle, filled it in with all the line markings on a rugby field, and began to explain the game while trying not to stare at the emo's pierced nipple.

Yoshi listened politely and interrupted with occasional questions to show the mechanic he was paying attention, but really, all he wanted to do was to bounce up and down on his host's fat manhood.

"OK, so you can't pass the ball forward or drop it forward," nodded the emo, "but you can kick it forward."

"That's right," said the mechanic.

"And a try is scored when you ground the ball over your opponent's goal line, and it's worth five points?"

"Yeah."

"And then you get a free kick at the goalposts, and if it goes through, that's two more points?"

"Yes," Mack replied.

The emo sat for a moment, appearing to be deep in thought. "And remind me again," he said, "when do scrums happen?"

"When there's been a minor infringement, like a knock-on. It's how play restarts."

"And it's a competition for the ball, right?"

"Yeah," said the mechanic, holding the pen in his fingers.

"So eight beefy guys lock their bodies together and drive their weight head-on into eight other beefy guys, trying to win the ball for their team by using their feet?"

"Yeah," replied the mechanic, "that's right."

"It must be fun being the guy right at the back," declared the emo. "He's got seven butts in front of him. Multiplying by two, that's fourteen cheeks. But you said that when you used to play, you played tight-head prop."

"Yeah."

"So you were in the front row. You were right in the middle of the scrum, and you faced the opposition in the contest for the ball."

Mack nodded.

"So no sweaty cheeks waving in front of your face."

Mack shook his head.

"That'd suck," concluded the half-naked emo. "So tell me again about lineouts?"

"OK," said the mechanic, gripping the pen as he snapped back into rugby lecture mode, "a lineout happens when the ball goes out of play across the sideline."

"And so some of the players from each team line up against each other and then someone throws the ball back into the field?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"And the props lift other players into the air to compete for the ball as it's thrown back in?"

"Yeah."

"So they grab hold of their teammates' thighs to lift them up?"

"Yeah."

"And you used to do that?"

"Yeah."

The emo leaned forward. "You can grab me by the thighs and throw me into the air anytime you like, daddy. Even better, maybe you can throw me into the air right now with your cock."

Mack gulped.

The emo leaned in even closer. "Training is important for an athlete, isn't it daddy? So maybe we should do some training now. What do you reckon?" He paused, waiting for a reaction. "You wanna throw me up and down on your dick?"

Mack's pen fell from his fingers as the sexy emo grabbed his hand and dragged him to his bedroom. As they stood beside the bed, Yoshi sank to his knees, fished the mechanic's dick out of his pants, and began sucking it. "Gonna get you hard, daddy," he whispered, looking up at the mechanic as he stroked his wet shaft with his fist. "Hang on, wait a sec," he said, unbuckling Mack's pants and pulling them down. "It's hot sucking your dick as it pokes through the fly of your pants," he smiled, "but it's even hotter when I get to see your whole package." He focused on the mechanic's hairy testicles, testing their weight. "Fuck, daddy, your nuts feel so full. I bet you've got a nice milkshake in there for me, don't you? But I don't want to swallow it today, even though I bet it's thick and delicious. Today, I want you to shoot it into my cunt." He jammed his nose into the mechanic's crotch and inhaled. "You smell so fucking good, daddy," he blinked. "Do you wanna shoot your load in my pussy?"

The emo's filthy mouth already had Mack right on the brink.

Yoshi sucked the mechanic's dick back into his mouth and ran his tongue across the tip for a moment. It felt so good Mack nearly lost his balance. "Was that good, daddy?" he asked, stroking it in front of his face again. "Did that feel good? Did you like me running my tongue across the head of your cock? Maybe I should get my tongue pierced. How do you reckon that'd feel? I'd do it for you, if you wanted me to."

"Please, punk... please don't say anything else... I swear, you're gonna make me paint your fucking face..."

Suddenly, the emo had changed his mind: he wanted a facial. "Give it to me, daddy. Spray it all over your horny slut's face." He stroked the mechanic's shaft hard, and he felt it swelling, primed to explode. "Give it to me," he repeated, opening his mouth and holding out his tongue. "Paint my slutty face."

Mack couldn't hold it in anymore. He roared as his knees trembled and his nuts exploded, drenching the emo's face, neck and chest in cum. "Fuuuuck," he whispered, eyes closed, as his cock shot volley after volley of pearly white jizz onto the emo's face, neck and chest.

Yoshi felt Mack's shaft beginning to deflate in his hand. "That wasn't a load of cum, big guy, that was a weather system. You fucking drenched me." He ran a fingertip across his cheek, scooping up a thick puddle of goo. He placed it onto his tongue and sucked the mechanic's nectar into his mouth. "You taste good, daddy."

"Fuck, punk, I think I need to lie down," admitted Mack. He collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as he sucked in a few deep, well-earned breaths. "I nearly fell over."

"I know," grinned the emo, finally standing up again. His face was a mess. "Are you OK?"

"Yeah," he replied.

Yoshi felt the mechanic's load beginning to dry. "I'm... just... gonna... go... to the bathroom and wash my face."

The mechanic's head was still spinning from the power of his orgasm. He didn't reply; the emo was familiar enough with his apartment now to know where everything was. He heard footsteps leave his bedroom, pad down the hallway and into the bathroom. He heard water running in the sink, and he assumed the emo was wiping his face dry with a cloth. After a few moments, the water shut off, and soft footsteps got louder. He felt a presence lie beside him, and an arm drape across his chest.

"Did you like that, big guy?"

The mechanic exhaled, eyes closed. "You're... you're... fuck, punk, I..."

"Did I break your brain again?" asked the cheeky emo.

"You always do," replied Mack, still breathless.

"I mean, I wanted you to ruin my pussy this afternoon before we went to the game," Yoshi pouted, "but I guess that can wait." He pinched one of Mack's nipples and watched him flinch. "I've just had a naughty idea. I could suck you off in the men's bathroom at half time. What do you reckon?"

Mack opened his eyes and stared at the sexy emo lying beside him. "You're not scared of anything, are you?"

Absentmindedly, Yoshi sank his pinky finger into the mechanic's belly button. "When it comes to sex? Nah. So what if we got busted with your dick in my mouth? I'd offer to blow the security dudes, too. They wouldn't tell. Not after they felt my mouth wrapped around their cocks." He kissed the mechanic's bearded cheek. "Anyway, I should probably have a proper shower to get all your sweet goo out of my hair before we go to the game."

Mack checked the time on his phone. "Yeah, good idea. We should get going soon. We're meeting Ryan at the Caxton at five so we can have a feed and a few beers before we head to the ground."

"No worries," said the emo. "Back in a sec, big guy. Won't be long."

The mechanic heard the shower cubicle door open and the water running. He got up and tiptoed down the hallway to the bathroom door as quietly as he could. The emo had left the door ajar, so Mack stood there and watched. The glass was frosted for privacy, and all Mack could see was a blurry outline of Yoshi's body as he delicately washed cum out of his hair.

Mack watched as the emo lathered his shoulders, chest, back and arms. He watched him washing his legs and he began to bone up again as Yoshi began washing his smallish uncut cock. He couldn't work out whether the emo was washing his junk or whether he was jacking off, but the escape of a high-pitched moan answered his question.

Under the warm water, the emo started stroking his cock. "Daddy came all over my face," Mack heard him say. "I'm such a slutty bitch for daddy... he's so hot... so fucking sexy... I love his cock so fucking much..."

The next thing the mechanic saw was streaks of creamy nut splashing against the frosted glass. The emo sank to his knees and lapped his cum off the glass with his tongue.

The water turned off, the shower door opened, and the emo stepped out, reaching for a towel. It was at this point Yoshi noticed Mack had been watching him. He glanced down and saw the mechanic was hard again. "Were you watching me?" asked the emo.

Mack nodded. His dick was in his hand.

"You watched me jerk off in the shower?"

"Yeah. And then I watched you lick your load off the glass. I nearly came again just from watching you. I really want to fuck you, but we need to make a move or we're gonna be late."

The emo grinned. "You're soooooo getting sucked off in the bathroom at half time."

*

They caught the bus to the Caxton Hotel. Mack was wearing his Queensland Reds jersey, a pair of blue jeans and a pair of well-worn Blundstone boots. His Reds membership cap held his long ginger hair in place. Yoshi wore a pair of long black shorts, his black Doc boots, a woollen hat... and the Brumbies jersey he'd bought online to surprise the mechanic. "You had to get a fucking Brumbies jersey, didn't you?" admonished the mechanic, holding the pub door open.

"Sorry, big guy," came Yoshi's polite reply. "If anyone asks, I'll pretend I'm from down south."

They entered the bar, and Mack spotted Ryan sitting on a distant table, beer already in hand. He waved before turning to his companion. "Want a beer, punk?"

"Sure, big guy," replied the emo. He leaned on the bar next to Mack while their beers were poured.

They walked over to Ryan's table with their drinks. "Hunter not coming?" asked the mechanic.

"Had a fight with his missus about something or other," informed Ryan. "He's staying home. Probably won't even watch the game on TV. Probably in the doghouse right now, or at best, watching a chick flick with her. He's been feeling a bit pussywhipped lately."

Mack grimaced. "Sad to hear his ticket's gonna go to waste. Hey," he said, glancing across at the emo, "you remember my friend Yoshi?"

"Yeah," Ryan replied. He noticed the hated Brumbies jersey but kept his counsel. He turned back towards the mechanic with a half-smile. "He's your grandfather's cousin's nephew's daughter's ex golf partner, right?"

The mechanic laughed, remembering the bullshit story he and Yoshi weaved a few months ago. "Yeah, that's right."

"Hey," said Yoshi quietly. Nervously, he flicked his hair away from his face.

"Nice to meet you again," said Ryan. The greenskeeper had enjoyed yet another slow day of work at the golf course. He extended a masculine hand for the emo to shake.

Yoshi accepted, fulfilling his cultural obligation. He waited for Mack to sit down at the table before doing the same.

"Should be a good contest tonight," said Mack, pulling his chair in. "The Kiwis are good, but they've got a few blokes out with injuries, so I reckon we finally might have a decent shot." He and Ryan talked rugby for a few minutes before the mechanic suggested food. "Gonna get something to eat before the game. Food at Lang Park is fucking terrible." He turned to the emo. "You hungry?" he asked.

"Yeah," came the reply. "I'll come over to the bar to order with you."

"Nah," settled Mack, "tell me what you want and I'll get it."

Yoshi checked the menu. "OK... can I get the haloumi salad?"

"No worries," answered the mechanic. He looked over at Ryan. "What do you want for dinner, you dopey cunt?"

Ryan sarcastically blew his mechanic friend an air kiss. "Get me the chicken burger with bacon, pineapple and beetroot?"

Mack pushed his chair back, walked over to the bar, and ordered their meals. Ryan and Yoshi sat quietly in his absence, neither knowing each other well enough to know what to say. The mood was awkward and stilted. Impulsively, Yoshi checked his phone for a minute or two. He hoped it didn't appear rude.

"Done," smiled the mechanic, returning to their table. "Food'll be about twenty minutes."

Ryan quickly checked the time. "No wuckers." He and Mack talked rugby for a few more minutes -- they were both genuinely excited about tonight's contest -- but it was the greenskeeper who first coaxed the emo into the conversation. "You know much about rugby?" he asked.

"Not a lot... only what Mack's taught me," came Yoshi's reply. "I don't know much, but I'm really looking forward to the game tonight. I asked Mack to teach me the basics so I wouldn't be annoying him with stupid questions all night."

The mechanic looked across at the emo. "You can ask me anything you want about the game."

Yoshi smiled.

"I'm running on empty," joked Ryan, holding up his empty schooner glass. "More of the same?"

"Yeah, thanks, mate," replied Mack, draining the remainder of his own beer. He watched his mate head to the bar for refills before checking in with the emo. "You feeling OK, punk?"