A gay story: Big Mack Pt. 04 “You wanna stay here tonight?” Yoshi asked, mopping her squirt off the floorboards.
“Sure, that’d be nice,” replied Amelia, “saves me getting a taxi, but just so you know, I think I’m all orgasmed out.” She walked to the kitchen sink, grabbed a cup, and poured herself a glass of water. After that endless stream of orgasms, she was parched.
“Yeah, and my arse feels like someone parked a truck in it,” said the emo. “Need to take a shower. I’m all sweaty and gross.”
“Me too,” the goth agreed. There was dried cum in her hair, and on her face, neck and tits. “I’m a bit of a mess right now.”
Yoshi laughed. “OK, you go first. I’ll get you a towel for when you’re done.”
“Thanks, sexy,” Amelia said. She headed off for a long, hot shower. Yoshi watched music videos on TV while he waited for her to finish. Once she was done, he stepped under the warm water, making sure to clean his arsehole thoroughly.
When he climbed into his double bed, Amelia was already there, lying on her back, waiting for him. “Fuck, dude, I’ve never seen that side of you before.”
Yoshi turned the light out. He knew what she was referring to. “Yeah, but you already knew I was bi, right?”
“Well, yeah, of course I did, and you’ve shared some steamy tales with me, but that was the first time I’ve been there watching you get railed.” She paused for a second. “I loved watching you take that cock. You looked so submissive. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. How loose are you right now?”
Yoshi giggled. “Fucking gaped, babe. It felt so good feeling him fuck the cum out of me. I can’t remember the last time I came hands-free like that.”
She rolled onto her side, remembering how hard she nutted watching Yoshi’s thick, sticky nut oozing out of his dick. She gave his pierced nipple a cheeky tweak. He rolled over to face her, and the friends-with-benefits kissed each other goodnight.
The last thing Yoshi thought of as sleep arrived was the mechanic’s gigantic penis, and how good it felt splitting him wide open.
The last thing his goth friend thought about was how badly she wanted to peg him. She made a mental note to mention it in the morning.
In the next suburb across, Mack took a quick shower and was fast asleep seconds after his head hit the pillow.
*
The uni students woke up late the next morning. Amelia already knew her way around Yoshi’s kitchen, and she crawled out of bed to make coffee. She filled the kettle and flicked the switch before retiring to the bathroom for a pee. The water was boiled by the time she returned. She made two mugs of instant, bringing one to her FWB, still in bed. She threw the bed covers off and tickled his smallish uncut penis. “Good night last night, hey?” she said, taking a sip from her own mug.
On the other side of the bed, the emo sat up, perching on some pillows. “Ta for the coffee,” he said, raising the mug in salute. He took a deep slug. “And yeah, it was,” he smiled.
“How does your arse feel this morning?” she asked.
“Tingly and loose,” he replied, smiling. “Like it’s been on the receiving end of some awesome dick.”
“Hot,” she concluded.
They drank their coffees.
“You ever been pegged before, Yoshi?”
The emo’s eyes went wide with surprise. “No, but … I’ve always wanted … ummm … are you suggesting it?”
“Yeah, I am,” she replied. “I’ve got a strap-on at my place. I could bring it over one night. It’s about seven inches long. Lube it up, jam it in.”
“Fuck yeah,” he whispered, blood rushing to the tip of his dick. “I’d totally let you fuck my pussy.”
Amelia’s clit tingled hearing her semi-boyfriend refer to his hole that way. So fucking hot. “It wouldn’t be my first rodeo. I’ve pegged guys before, and I love it.”
The emo knew she wouldn’t be the only one who’d get off on it. He loved how it felt last night when the mechanic fucked a load out of him without any touch. He wanted her to do that too him too. And the bonus would be feeling her chubby goth tiddies pressing into his back as she bent him over.
His cock began to grow, and she noticed. “Is this turning you on, sexy?”
“Fuck yeah. Thinking about you pegging me is getting me so worked up.”
She sat down beside him on the bed. She tugged his pierced left nipple and began touching his cock. “*How* worked up?” She licked her fingertips and ran them across the tip of his uncut meat.
“Like … I want you to dominate me …”
“Fuck yeah,” she cooed, as she began stroking his shaft. “Me too.” She picked up the pace. “You gonna let me wreck you?”
“Fuck yeah, babe.” The emo felt his FWB pick up the pace. He closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm approaching. He moaned, drooling cum all over Amelia’s hand.
Amelia licked her fingers. They were soaked. “Mmmm,” she said, savouring the taste. “Gonna peg the shit out of you,” she said, winking and smiling.
Yoshi cleaned up the rest of his load with a few tissues.
“You reckon we can hang out with blue-collar again sometime?” asked the goth.
“Mack,” said the emo, balling up the tissues in his fist and throwing them onto the floor. He’d pick them up later. “His name is Mack. Well, actually, I don’t really know what his first name is, but his mates call him Mack.” He paused for a second as he began to get dressed. “Some of his mates call him Big Mack.”
“Like the burger? After seeing the size of his all-beef patty, I can see why they call him that. But how would his mates know how big he is?”
“Rugby,” answered Yoshi. “He used to play. Communal showers after games. Must be hard to hide your size in that environment, and I guess his teammates noticed.”
The goth chick’s mind imagined a steamy shower-room full of strong men with big dicks.
“What do you want to do today?” asked the emo, and Amelia’s fantasy died on arrival.
“I’ve got an essay to write,” she replied. “Two thousand words on network theory. It’s due next Friday, so I’d better get started. I reckon I’ll be in the library all afternoon.”
“What’s network theory got to do with communication?”
“I guess I’m about to find out,” she grimaced.
“Sucks,” he frowned. “Hey, there’s a gig on tonight in the Valley. A couple of goth bands up from Sydney. Wanna go?”
“Depends on how my essay is travelling,” she said. “Better get going. Need to head home first to get some stuff. Thanks for letting me stay over last night.”
“Anytime,” smiled the emo.
“And say hi to Big Mack next time you hear from him. Tell him I liked tasting his special sauce.” They hugged before she left.
The emo’s apartment fell quiet. Quiet enough that he could hear his phone vibrating on his bedside table. He padded down the hall to retrieve it. There was a message for him on Grindr.
Mack: hey punk
The emo grinned.
Yoshi: hey
Mack: thanks again for last night
Yoshi: no worries dude
Mack: loved fucking u last night
Yoshi: i love how you ate me out first … u know the rules, hey — you gotta eat the pussy before you beat the pussy 🙂 and then i loved how you held my hips as you ploughed me
Mack: your girlfriend is really sexy by the way … always had a thing for goths, especially ones who are a little bit chubby
Yoshi: yeah she’s awesome, she stayed over last night
Mack: u fuck her after i left?
Yoshi: fuck no, u ruined me last night
The mechanic smiled before continuing.
Mack: u up to anything tonite
Yoshi: me and amelia are going to a gig, what about u
Mack: got no plans … i guess i could meet up with some buddies at the pub but i did that last night
Yoshi: u wanna come with us?
Mack paused before replying. He didn’t want to intrude, and he wasn’t fishing for an invitation.
Mack: yeah nah but thanks … might have a quiet one … besides it probably isn’t likely to be my kind of music
Yoshi: ur probably right, we’re not going to see matchbox twenty 🙂
Mack: disappointed
Yoshi wasn’t sure what to say next. There was a slightly longer pause, and he worried that the mechanic might close the app before their conversation ended.
Yoshi: maybe we could hook up for a beer after, if ur still up
Mack: just a beer?
Yoshi pulled his pants down, bent over, and took a fresh picture of his arse. He pulled his cheeks wide to show off his sweet hole. It took him a few attempts to take a good one. He sent the best of the bunch to the mechanic before sending his next message.
Yoshi: and this, too
Mack: fuck, punk, what a sweet pussy u got there
Yoshi: its all urs if u want it 2nite daddy
Mack: 100%
Yoshi: cool … talk to u later, big mack
Mack: no worries skinny punk
Yoshi put his phone back on the bedside table. He lay down on the bed with his laptop beside him. He started looking through some pics he’d saved of forty-something dad types. He studied their hairy chests, their fat arses, and their thick, suckable dicks.
The emo began teasing his nipples through his t-shirt. He needed something in his cunt, stat. He lay his cumtowel down across the doona, drooled lube all over his favourite dildo, and shoved it in. It went in a little more easily than usual, thanks to the serious pounding he got last night.
He lay on his back with his pelvis propped up on some pillows and slowly began fucking himself. He stroked his dick with his other hand, feeling it growing in his fist.
He watched a homemade amateur scene where a hairy, middle-aged trucker sat alone in an armchair. The camera on the trucker’s phone was placed between his thighs, showing off his heavy balls, his thick, tattooed arms, his chubby gut, and his moderately sized cock.
The emo pushed the plastic a little deeper. This was a favourite scene of his. He imagined he was sitting on the trucker’s lap, kissing him, waiting to be possessed, inhaling his manly scent as his clothes were lustily torn from his body. He imagined squatting on the trucker’s cock, their arms wrapped around each other, tongues buried in each other’s mouths. He imagined the trucker whispering the filthiest things imaginable into his ear as he pressed his dick into his hungry cunt.
As the trucker jacked himself to climax on screen, thick sperm running down his knuckles, Yoshi imagined jumping off, kneeling between his thick thighs just in time to catch the trucker’s nectar on his face.
He pushed the dildo in as deep as he could, and warm semen trickled over his fingers.
He licked his hand clean, pulled the plastic out of his pussy, and cleaned up.
The emo kid was hungry. It was lunchtime, and apart from eating his own load, he hadn’t had breakfast. He went to his local coffee shop for a feed.
*
Later, Yoshi and the goth chick met up for dinner at a Thai restaurant. Amelia’s essay wasn’t going very well, but she was sick of it and needed a break. She ordered a red curry with tofu while the emo picked the chilli and basil stirfry. They munched on some spicy fish cakes for starters.
Amelia wore a black long-sleeved t-shirt, a longish purple skirt, and black boots with red laces. Her black hair was tied back in a ponytail and her lips were coated with glossy, red lipstick. Her huge tits, encased in a frilly bra, rode high under her t-shirt. “Who’s playing tonight?” she asked.
“Can’t remember, to be honest,” Yoshi replied. “Couple of goth bands up from Sydney. We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
“Nah, I don’t mind. Goth bands, you said?”
“Yeah, but maybe closer to darkwave.” He shrugged. “I don’t fucking know. I’m not the boss of subgenres.”
She didn’t really care. Music usually scratched her itch, but tonight, there was something else on her mind. “Heard from Big Mack today?” she asked, changing the subject as their meals arrived.
“Yeah,” replied the emo, “he messaged me just after you left this morning. I invited him to come out with us tonight, but he said no. Probably would’ve been weird for him. He might’ve felt out of place.”
“Probably,” Amelia replied.
“Especially since he only just met you last night.”
She nodded.
“Plus the age difference,” continued the emo. “He’s older than us, and I guess he assumed he’d be older than our friends, too. Might’ve been awkward.”
She nodded again.
“But he said he’s got a thing for goths,” Yoshi continued. “He said he thought you were sexy.”
Amelia shrugged. “I’ll take the compliment, but I’m not sure if I feel the same way about him. He’s got a big dick, but I’m not really into hairy middle-aged tradies with Ned Kelly beards.”
“Yeah,” said the emo, preparing to disagree. “I dunno. I reckon he’s hot.” He paused for a second, taking a mouthful of his meal. “I’m getting bored with boys my age.” He sighed loudly before continuing. “I agree, he’s got a nice cock, but I like the rest of him, too. I love his hairy chest, his thick thighs, and his chunky arse. I ate his arsehole one night. I buried my face between his cheeks, and he smelled and tasted so fucking good. I love his body, too. I guess he’s let himself go a bit from his rugby days, but I like the gut he’s growing, even if he probably doesn’t. He rocks the dad bod, and the icing on the cake, his smile is killer.” He stopped for a second. “Anyway, after he and I finished talking on the app this morning, I fucked myself while I watched some hot bear porn.”
Amelia’s eyes were wide with surprise. That was a lot to take in. She thought her FWB only had eyes for the mechanic’s cock. She didn’t know he was into the whole package. The way Yoshi told the tale, he was developing a thing for older, heavier, hairier men — everything the young, skinny, hairless emo wasn’t. “But there’s an age difference,” she replied. “You said so yourself. He’s so much older than you.”
“Double.” The emo flicked his hair away from his face.
“Huh?”
“Double my age. He’s forty two.” He turned his cap around, peak facing backwards.
“Old enough to be your father.”
Yoshi grinned evilly. “Definitely old enough to be my daddy.”
They ate in silence for a while. Amelia frowned, worried about something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
“Hey, babe,” asked Yoshi, putting his fork down for a second, “do you really wanna go to this gig tonight? I’m in two minds.”
Amelia put her fork down. “It was your idea.” She knew she’d rather do anything than spending her Saturday night writing an essay for uni.
“Yeah, I know it was … but I’ve got another idea. Something else we could do instead.”
“Does it happen to involve a middle-aged dude who looks like he should be pouring coffees at a snooty inner-city café?”
“It might,” he replied, smiling devilishly. “I took a pic of my hole this morning and sent it to him. I told him he could have it after we get back from the gig, but to be honest, I’m not sure if I can wait that long.”
Amelia parked her concerns. “I don’t think I can either,” she whispered. “Fuck the gig. Message him. I wanna watch him fuck you again.”
Yoshi smiled. “Fuck yeah, babe. That’s a plan.” He flicked his long fringe away from his face and reached into his pocket for his phone. A smile crept across his face as his thumbs danced across the screen.
Yoshi: hey big mack u wanna play soon
He put the phone down on the table, wondering how long it’d take to vibrate with an answer. Not very long at all.
Mack: thought you and your gf were going out?
Yoshi: we changed our minds … there’s something else we wanna do … specifically, she wants to watch you do me again
Mack: you 2 are so fucking sexy
With a telling smile, Yoshi looked up from his phone. “He’s in. I’ll tell him to be at my place in an hour?”
“Yeah,” replied the goth, and the emo’s thumbs twinkled again.
“Maybe spicy Thai food was a mistake,” admitted Yoshi.
“Never a good idea before anal,” she replied. “Maybe give yourself a quick clean when we get back to your place. Food wasn’t all that hot, though, so you might be OK.”
“Yeah,” he nodded.
They finished their meals and Amelia paid the bill. They found the nearest bottleshop and purchased some wine to take back with them. After being asked for proof of age, the emo paid and threw the bottles into his backpack.
When they got back to Yoshi’s place, the mechanic was already outside his building, waiting for them. He held a shrink-wrapped six-pack of Fourex beer in his hand. “G’day,” he said. He noticed the goth’s thick red lipstick.
“Hey,” said the emo. “Sorry we’re late.”
“Nah,” replied the tradie, “I think I’m early. Thought I was gonna get arrested for loitering with intent.”
“Intent to do what?” flirted Yoshi, but the mechanic didn’t have a witty response.
They went inside. After a short elevator ride, the emo pulled his keys from his pocket and opened the door. The goth and the mechanic followed him in. He flicked a light switch. “Brought some wine with us,” he said, opening his backpack, “but it looks like you’re already OK with the beer you brought.”
“Yeah,” said Mack. “Not much of a wine person, to be honest. It all tastes like cat’s piss to me, but I haven’t yet worked out how they get the cats to squat over the bottles.”
Amelia turned to the emo. “Can I have a glass of red cat’s piss?” she asked, a wry smile stretching across her face.
“Course,” came the reply. Yoshi retrieved two wine glasses from his cupboard, unscrewed the Shiraz, and poured. The liquid was a deep red.
Mack’s thick fingers and callused palm lifted the cap off his first bottle of beer. It opened with a fizzy hiss. “Cheers,” he said, and the emo and goth clinked their glasses against his cool, frosty bottle.
“Have a seat,” offered the host. Mack sat in the same armchair he occupied late last night. Yoshi sat on the couch, and Amelia sat next to him. She unlaced her boots and placed her stockinged feet in the emo’s lap.
Yoshi massaged her toes through the nylon as she sipped her wine. “Good choice,” she said.
“Ta,” he replied. “From South Australia. Coonawarra, to be exact. Apparently they have the perfect soil for growing shiraz grapes. If those wankers in France reckon they make the best red wine in the world, they’re full of merde.”
“Sacre bleu,” the mechanic chimed in. He didn’t know what it meant, but hey, it was French. He felt a little embarrassed and tried to cover his conversational misstep. “You speak any other languages, punk?”
“Watashi wa nihongo o hanashimasu, though I’m getting a little rusty lately. My dad’s Aussie, but mum’s from Kyoto. Dad used to travel to Japan for work, and that’s where they met. Can’t remember the details. She moved to Brisbane with him, then he knocked her up, and out popped me. Anyway, she taught me Japanese as I was growing up. I’ve been there once myself, and let’s just say I got by, but they could tell I wasn’t a local.”
Mack nodded. Half-Japanese? Must be why the kid looked so fucking exotic. His dark brown eyes were pools of beauty.
“What about you?” asked the emo.
The mechanic laughed. “Nah. Don’t speak anything other than English, and half the time I reckon I fuck English up, too. Always wanted to try learning a language, though. Just to see if I could.” He paused for a second before continuing. “They reckon some people have a gift, and they can pick ’em up without even really trying. I saw something on Youtube once where some cunt taught himself Icelandic in a week, and to prove it, he went to ReykjavÃk and did an interview with native Icelanders on live TV, and they understood each other. Learning a whole language in a week? That’s freaky shit. I’d be flat out learning ‘yes’ and ‘no’ in the space of a week. I reckon it’d be a hard slog for someone like me. I never went to uni.” He paused for a second. “I might not have a gift for languages, but I have an interest. I’d love to travel one day, but I’ve never been overseas. I watch a lot of foreign movies on SBS, though.”
“Yeah, but you just watch them for the tits, right?” joked Amelia.
The tradie stole a quick glance at the goth’s chest. “Watching cinematic lectures on existentialism without a nipple payoff wouldn’t be fair on the viewer. It’s part of the bargain: the filmmaker gets to tell me how pointless life is, and I get to see a pair of tits.”
She laughed. The mechanic had a dark sense of humour. And he sounded much more intelligent than she’d given him credit for.
“Gonna put a record on,” the emo declared, throwing his FWB’s feet off his lap. “Any requests?”
“Not Led Zep,” replied the tradie. “Play something I won’t know. Play something I’ve never heard before.”
The emo’s eyes smiled through his hair. “Challenge accepted.”
“Sisters,” volunteered the goth. Yoshi found his vinyl copy of ‘Floodland’, and within seconds, the sound of bright, chiming guitars, dark, brooding bass, and an insistent, metronomic drum machine pounded from the speakers.
“Who’s this?” asked the mechanic.
“Sisters of Mercy,” Amelia replied. “Classic goth. English. From 1988, I think.”
The mechanic did the maths: she wasn’t even close to being alive when this record came out. Still, he wasn’t alive himself when the Beatles and the Stones ruled the world, and they were two of his favourite bands ever, so …
Yoshi broke the mechanic’s train of thought by handing him the record cover. So much black. Darkness, aviator sunglasses, and a brightly lit moon. The music sounded serious.
A lighthouse keeper in the desert sun.
They sat in silence, drinking, listening as Mother Russia rained down.
“So you gave tonight’s gig a miss?” probed the tradie.
On the chess board, the king’s pawn advanced two squares forward.
“Yeah,” Amelia replied, her feet having since landed in her FWB’s lap again. “I guess we weren’t feeling it. We had a big night last night, and sometimes it’s better to just spend time at home. Cost of living crisis. Rent and groceries aren’t getting any cheaper.” She concentrated on the feel of her boyfriend’s fingers on her toes.
The opposing knight landed in front of the bishop’s pawn.
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” said the mechanic, sipping his beer. “Shit’s expensive these days, hey.” He was renting for the first time in years, while still servicing half a mortgage.
With a start, the emo remembered tonight’s meal. “I need to go to the bathroom for a sec.” He detoured through his bedroom to collect the necessary equipment.
The record played on. Lucretia, my reflection, dance the ghost with me.
Mack tried hard not to stare at the goth chick’s tits, but they drew his eyes like a magnet. He wondered if they were tatted or pierced. She noticed his gaze.
“It’s OK,” she said.
Busted. “Huh?”
“It’s OK,” she explained. “I don’t mind. I get it all the time. I’m used to it.”
Mack played dumb. “I don’t know what you mean.”
She laughed. “Yeah, you do. Come on, dude, you’re totally staring at my tits. Like I said, I don’t mind. I know they’re big. I know guys like ’em.” She paused for a second. “And women like ’em, too,” she teased.
Mack wasn’t sure what to say. He sipped his beer, keeping his thoughts to himself for now. His cock thickened in his jeans.
The emo returned after an elongated absence, just in time to turn the record over. His hole was squeaky clean, ready to be boinked as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
He sat back down, drinking his wine as his girlfriend plonked her feet back into his lap. He rubbed her toes and soles, but after pumping warm water up his arse, his mind was, quite understandably, focused elsewhere. “What were you two talking about while I was away?”
“Not much,” smiled the goth. “Caught him staring at my boobs, though.”
“Sorry about that,” apologised the mechanic.
“They’re nice, hey?” said the emo, leaning across the couch to cop a sweet feel. “Better than a late night tit-search on SBS?”
“Anything’s better than that level of desperation,” the mechanic replied. He felt horny, and he knew he was here for sex, but he was a guest, and it wasn’t up to him to light the fuse. His host was about to do that job for him instead.
Without warning, Yoshi stood up and sat on the mechanic’s lap like he was Santa Claus. “You’re getting the hornies staring at her fat goth tiddies, aren’t you? You wanna know what they look like, don’t you? And you wanna know what they feel like, hey? Bet you’d love to suck on ’em, too,” he teased. “But it’s me you wanna fuck, isn’t it daddy?”
For half a second, the mechanic’s gaze flitted towards the goth, but Yoshi reached into Mack’s beard, grabbed his chin, and forcefully pulled focus back to himself. “No, big guy, not her. Me. You wanna fuck me, don’t you?”
The mechanic gulped, nodding shallowly.
“That’s right, daddy,” soothed the emo.
Amelia’s pussy twitched. Her thighs felt warm.
Yoshi ran his fingertips through Santa’s thick ginger beard. “But first, let me tell you what I want for Christmas.” He bounced up and down on Santa’s lap, seductively biting his pierced bottom lip. “Your beard is the wrong colour, by the way,” he pouted, “but I’ll pretend I didn’t notice. Should be whiter.”
The mechanic’s cock grew, straining against the zipper of his jeans. His gaze drowned in the emo’s dark brown eyes.
Yoshi placed a bratty finger on his pierced bottom lip as if deep in contemplation. “Ummm, well, for Christmas, first I want a skateboard, and a new tattoo and maybe some records too, but what I really want, more than anything in the whole world, is a big fat dick stretching my tight, warm pussy.” His eyes widened as he felt the mechanic’s meat pressing against his arse. “Ooh, I can feel your cock. I know Christmas is still months away, but am I gonna get one of my presents early?” He wrapped an arm around Mack’s thick neck. “And I know what you want for Christmas, too. You want my pussy, don’t you? You liked the pic I sent you this morning, didn’t you?”
The mechanic nodded. He’d jerked off to it.
Yoshi leaned in close enough to kiss the mechanic. Mack felt the emo’s warm breath caress his beard. “Naughty Santa,” he whispered.
The emo continued running his fingers through Santa’s thick red beard. If the pierced freak kept this up, the mechanic would cream his jeans.
“Do you want something else before you fuck my pussy?” Yoshi teased, still bouncing up and down on the mechanic’s lap. “Maybe you want my throat first?” He opened his mouth and let his tongue flop out — the universal sign that says ‘fuck my face’.
“Oh my god,” whispered the mechanic. He couldn’t ever remember feeling this aroused in his entire life, not even with his wife. He felt lightheaded with lust. His whole body was tingling, aflame.
Yoshi’s FWB couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. Last night was off the chart, but this was next level. Her cunt was dripping like a busted tap.
“You want my slutty throat, don’t you, daddy? It’s OK, you don’t have to say anything. I already know you do. I can tell.”
The emo kneeled between the mechanic’s thighs and began unbuckling his pants. A fat, pulsing dick slapped him in the face. “Looks tasty, daddy.” He ran his tongue across the tip of the thick slab of meat, slurping up a pearl of precum. “Ooh, it *is* tasty,” he teased.
Yoshi sucked the head of Mack’s cock into his mouth and began slowly bobbing up and down. The mechanic sighed, his head lolling back on the armchair. “Fuck, daddy,” moaned the emo.
Amelia’s hand was up her purple skirt, fingering her hungry, swollen snatch.
“Lift your bum up,” said the emo, “so I can pull your jeans down.” Mack complied, and Yoshi stared at the whole package before sucking one of the mechanic’s enormous cumtanks into his mouth. The mechanic closed his eyes, feeling the emo’s hungry tongue devouring his balls. He felt a smattering of butterfly kisses flit across his muscular inner thighs before the emo’s attention returned to his engorged shaft.
The emo sucked and slurped slowly, stroking the thickening shaft with his hand, tickling the mechanic’s full balls. Mack had no idea how he’d lasted this long without exploding.
Eventually, Yoshi he stopped bobbing, holding Mack’s dick motionless in his mouth. He waited to see how the mechanic would respond.
The king’s bishop moved diagonally, two squares to the left.
He felt the mechanic’s hips come to life as his cock began thrusting upwards into his open jaw. “Yeah, daddy, that’s it,” mumbled the emo. “Fuck my face.”
Mack’s firm, heavy hands landed on the back of Yoshi’s floppy hair, holding his head in place. His hips went into overdrive as he began to skullfuck the emo’s face. Yoshi gagged; his eyes watered and his nose leaked. He tapped a hand on the back of his head, indicating he needed to take a breath, and Mack released his grip.
Yoshi looked up at the mechanic, gasping for air. His face was a mess — spit and snot were smeared across his mouth, cheeks and chin. His jaw gaped wide open as he looked through watering eyes at the mechanic’s fat cock, glistening with his saliva.
Amelia was mesmerised. Fuck, her FWB was such a cockslut. She thought about all the times they’d had sex. She knew he was bi, but she had no idea he was such a whore for cock. Last night and tonight were like portals to a new dimension, and she loved it.
Yoshi went back for round two. “Do that again, daddy,” he said. “Choke your whore.” He sucked the mechanic’s fat weapon back into his throat.
The goth chick moaned, cumming all over her hand.
Mack barely even registered the goth chick’s presence. All he could see was the emo’s hungry face, all he could feel was his throat choking around his iron shaft, and all he could hear was the sound of the emo’s throat as he gagged. Again, he held the emo’s face in place and began thrusting upwards into it. He heard the emo gag and cough, but he didn’t stop.
“You like this?” asked the mechanic.
The emo burbled something.
The goth flicked her trembling bean and screamed, squirting across the room.
Yoshi tapped the mechanic’s hands again, and the grip was released. He took a few deep breaths.
Mack looked at him, feeling slightly concerned. He’d seen scenes like this in porn, but he’d never forced anyone to choke on his dick. He’d heard about safewords, but he’d never needed to have a conversation that involved one. For now, the feeling of the emo’s hands tapping on the back of his head was the signal he needed. “You OK?” he asked.
Tears streamed down the emo’s cheeks as he swallowed air. “Fuck, daddy, you’re so big. I love my early Christmas present.”
“Oh my god, Yoshi,” said the goth. He looked like a wet mess, but she’d never seen anything hotter in her life. “Suck that fucking dick. Swallow it again. You look so hot choking on his fat meat.”
Yoshi wiped tears away with the back of his hand, smiling at her. He looked back at his daddy. “Choke me again,” he pleaded.
The mechanic forced his cock back into the emo’s throat, fucking his face, making him gag. He wondered how much more of this punishment the emo could take. He let go of the emo’s skull and lifted his face away.
Yoshi sucked in air. His face was soaked as he looked up at the mechanic. Spit, tears and snot dripped off his chin. His jaw gaped open, still hungry for meat. He wanted more. And he was gonna get it, just not in his throat.
Mack picked Yoshi up by his skinny hips, moving him to the floor in the middle of the room. Like a puppeteer, he forced him to his knees, then to all-fours. “Just like that, punk,” he said. He threw his boots off and tossed his jeans aside. The denim landed softly on the couch.
The mechanic spat on the emo’s arsehole, smearing the viscous liquid around with his fingertips. He spat again. And again. And again. His fingertips circled the emo’s pussy, and as he forced one digit in, then a second, he heard the emo moan. He watched the freak’s smallish uncut dick begin to stiffen.
Mack’s rock-hard cock was glistening with so much moisture he probably could’ve fucked the emo dry, but he wanted to fuck him with his thick fingers first.
Yoshi looked back over his shoulder. He was ready. “You gonna fuck your punk whore now, daddy?”
Hearing the emo’s words, Mack nearly came.
Amelia drenched her hand. She wished she had a dildo to fuck herself with. She wanted to feel deep penetration, and she knew Yoshi had a stash of plastic, but she didn’t know where he kept it.
The mechanic gripped the emo’s hips and pressed the head of his wet penis against his juicy, inviting hole. “Fuck my slutty pussy, daddy,” he heard, and it took every fibre of Mack’s being not to nut.
The mechanic pushed himself in, and Yoshi’s jaw gaped. “Fuck, daddy, you feel so good inside me,” he whispered, glancing over his shoulder. “Thank you for my early Christmas present. You’re so big.”
Suddenly, Amelia craved cock. Not just plastic, but flesh and blood. She fell to the floor and crawled under her FWB, sucking him into her mouth. One hand was on Yoshi’s dick while the other mashed her clit. Above her head, she watched the mechanic’s strong hips pounding her semi-boyfriend’s tight pussy. She sucked Yoshi hard, flicking her tongue across the head of his cock, teasing his foreskin. She watched his back arch and heard him moan. She felt his seed spilling into her mouth, and she swallowed hard, touching herself. She came again.
And as he drenched his FWB’s tongue, Yoshi’s anus began to twitch, his sphincter rhythmically tightening and releasing around the mechanic’s shaft. Amelia felt the mechanic’s thrusts change shape, and she knew he was close.
She crawled out from underneath her FWB. She knelt next to him, stroking his face, the taste of his load still in her mouth. She gazed at Yoshi’s blissful face as the mechanic roared, his cumtanks firing bolt after bolt of semen into his digestive tract. His pussy convulsed again, coaxing even more sperm out of the mechanic’s fat shaft.
The goth watched as the mechanic withdrew his weapon from Yoshi’s tight pussy. The emo farted, and the mechanic’s thick load dripped out of his spent, gaping pussy.
The room fell silent. The mechanic was drenched in sweat and the emo’s face was a dripping mess.
“Let me get a towel,” offered the goth. She rummaged through her FWB’s cupboard and found what looked like an old towel. It was probably a cumrag. She gave it a sniff; at least it smelled clean. She brought it back to the room. “Here you go, babe,” she said, and once Yoshi had wiped the smears of spit and mucus from his destroyed face and neck, he wiped his pussy. He stood up and took the towel to the laundry. He tossed it into the hamper.
“You OK, punk?” asked the mechanic.
“Yeah … and thanks for asking. But I might take a quick shower. I’ll be fast. I … need to … wash my face. I’m a bit messy.”
With Yoshi out of the room, things had the potential to get awkward for the mechanic and the goth. Mack’s jeans were splayed on the couch, and his cock was on full display. Amelia couldn’t help noticing that, even spent, his dick was bigger than any other cock she’d ever seen. Mack glanced nervously at her, trying hard not to stare at the twin peaks concealed beneath her black t-shirt. He wasn’t paying any attention to her while he was busy fucking the punk, but the wetness on the floorboards told a story — she’d fapped while she watched them.
They heard the shower running. Amelia broke the silence. “Hey, let’s check out his record collection while he’s gone,” she smiled.
“Good idea,” agreed Mack, thankful for something to do to pass the time. “But haven’t you ever rustled through his collection before?”
“Not properly,” replied the goth. “I know some of his records, the ones he plays regularly when I’m here, but I’ve never looked through them all.” She smiled again. “Now’s a good a time as any.”
She got on her hands and knees and began looking through the spines of her FWB’s record collection. Mack watched her chubby arse, mesmerised. He was still naked from the waist down, and he willed himself not to bone up.
Most of the emo’s vinyl met with Amelia’s approval. Bauhaus, My Chemical Romance, Kraftwerk, Bloc Party, the Cure. She found some early records by Hunters and Collectors: fuck, Yoshi had exquisite taste.
“Found anything incriminating?” Mack quizzed.
Amelia pulled a suspicious record out of the collection. “What the fuck is *this*?” she asked rhetorically. She held up a well-worn copy of Cliff Richard’s ‘Wired For Sound’.
Mack shook his head. “Not cool,” he agreed.
They heard the shower turn off. Yoshi said he’d be fast; he said he was mainly washing his face. “Quick,” said the mechanic, “put it on!”
Amelia smiled devilishly. Delicately, she extracted the vinyl from the sleeve, placed the record on the turntable, and lined up the tonearm.
The emo emerged from the bathroom and walked back to the living area.
“I like small speakers, I like tall speakers / If they’ve music, they’re wired for sound…”
Amelia and Mack flowered into spontaneous dance. “I forgot to bring my Walkman tonight,” laughed the goth.
“And I left my rollerskates at home,” grinned the mechanic. They’d both seen the classic video on ‘Rage’ many times before.
The emo threw his head back in delight. “My grandma bought that record for seven bucks when it first came out. She played it all the time, and she gave it to me a few years before she died. I kept it for two reasons. One, to honour her memory, and secondly, because I knew this day would come — that cunts like you two would go through my collection when my back was turned, looking for a cheap shot. So well done,” he laughed, “you found it. But if you plan on listening to the whole album, be warned. You’ll tap out halfway through the third song. It’s death.”
Moments later, as Cliff crooned his way through ‘Better Than I Know Myself’, the goth knew her FWB was right. “This is fucking terrible,” she declared. She put two fingers on her tongue as if intending to vomit.
Mack shook his head. “This is worse than Bon Jovi, dude. This is a war crime.”
Yoshi hung his head comically in mock-shame. “Somebody get me a glass of cat’s piss,” he laughed. Amelia visited the kitchen and came back with two glasses of white wine — one each.
Mack opened another beer, and they sat back down. The Cliff Richard record was still playing.
“Turn it off, dude,” pleaded Amelia, “this isn’t funny anymore.”
“But I don’t remember putting it on in the first place,” volleyed the emo.
Her shoulders slumped. She stood up, mercifully retracting the stylus from the surface of the vinyl. Carefully, she put Cliff back in his sleeve, hopefully never to be played again. In its place, she dropped the needle on Depeche Mode’s ‘Violator’.
All three of them knew this classic record. They kicked back, listening as they drank.
It was approaching eleven o’clock, way past the mechanic’s usual bedtime, but two cans of Red Bull consumed in the late afternoon had given him wings. He wasn’t tired. He was happy enough to sit here a while longer, listening to records, talking and drinking, but he hoped something else might happen. He couldn’t help glancing at the goth’s huge tits. His weapon was recharged, ready to go again. He looked across at the emo. He’d already wrecked his throat and his pussy tonight, but given half a chance, he’d do it again.
This time, he lit the fuse himself. He unzipped his pants, reached inside, and flopped it out. His large, flaccid cock hung loose on the outside of his jeans.
The goth stared at the thick piece of meat that skewered her boyfriend just an hour or so ago. Mack lifted it up, held it in his fist, and let it slap back down. He smiled at her. He knew she wanted it.
Amelia crawled across to the armchair where the mechanic was sitting. She knelt down in front of him, reaching up to touch his slab for the first time. The mechanic might not have been her type, but his cock was.
“You can stroke it if you want,” Mack offered, and her brown eyes and lipsticked mouth told him all he needed to know.
She could smell him. A strange mix of hard work, sweat, and something else she couldn’t quite place.
“Hey babe,” hollered the emo, “does his dick smell like my pussy?”
Amelia’s nostrils flared. “He smells *exactly* like your pussy!”
“What a surprise,” her FWB replied. His hole was still tingly and loose. “Suck the smell of my cunt off his cock, babe.”
Slowly, the goth began to lick the tip of the mechanic’s heavy shaft. There was no doubt about it — her boyfriend’s scent was everywhere. And as she took the head of it into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue, she knew exactly what she was doing. She began to bob up and down on the cock that’d just ploughed her boyfriend’s tight pussy.
The mixture of beer, sweat and the smell of her FWB’s arsehole was intoxicating. She looked up at the mechanic. He took a slug of his beer and tried, but failed, to stifle a burp.
Mack looked down at her mouth leaving thick red trackmarks all over his knob, and he felt like he was starring in a vintage porno.
Yoshi had never seen his girlfriend suck another cock before. “Babe, you look so hot with his dick in your mouth,” he said, taking his pants off. He walked over to the mechanic’s armchair and jammed his hole in his face. “You want something sweet to munch on while you’re getting your dick serviced, daddy?”
The mechanic grabbed a cheek with each hand, pulling the emo’s arse into his face. His tongue licked, probed and scraped across the half-Japanese kid’s opening like it was the last meal he’d ever eat. The emo moaned, feeling the mechanic’s tongue driving into his anus. “Feels so good, daddy,” he whispered. His eyes closed and he started jerking himself off. Every nerve-ending in his pussy fired like cannons.
Amelia looked up from her task to see the mechanic tongue-fucking her boyfriend. Her mind nearly caved in. She sucked and stroked with a ferocity she never knew she had.
The mechanic took his face out of Yoshi’s arse just long enough to warn her. “You’re gonna make me cum,” he told her.
The goth only stroked harder and faster. She wanted it. She wanted the huge cock to flood her hungry mouth with hot sperm. She flicked her bean and climaxed, dripping her squirt onto the floorboards.
“You want it?” asked the mechanic.
Amelia moaned wordlessly, sucking hard.
He nutted in her throat just as his tongue, buried way deep in Yoshi’s arse, pushed the emo over the edge. With one hand, Yoshi reached back to hold the back of the mechanic’s skull firmly in his pussy. He jerked himself to climax with his other hand, nearly losing his balance as his nut arced across the room.
Moments passed, and the sound of roars, groans and moans subsided. All they could hear was traffic in the distance, and in the foreground, the sound of three people breathing.
Mack leaned back in his armchair. His dick was spent, and he knew his face smelled like the emo’s boycunt. He looked down at the goth, still crouched between his thighs. Lipstick was smeared all over her face and his cock. He saw her smile up at him, grateful for what he’d given her.
The emo kneeled down next to his friend-with-benefits. “His dick’s not too bad, hey?” he ventured.
She examined Yoshi’s hand. “Wait, you’ve got some sperm on your fingers,” she said, reaching out to lick it off before looking up at the mechanic. “Yeah, his dick’s fucking stellar. But now I think it’s my turn to go clean up. There’s lipstick all over his cock, so I’m assuming it’s all over my face, too.”
“Yeah, but you look so pretty, babe,” whispered the emo, pushing his fringe away from his eyes. He kissed her sweet mouth.
She stood up, walked to the bathroom, and tidied up. After wiping her face, she examined herself in the mirror. She flopped out her tongue, opening her mouth wide. The mechanic was so big he could’ve easily dislocated her jaw, so how the hell did her boyfriend submit to such an intense skullfuck? She shook her head. She had no idea. She’d ask him later.
She looked closely at her tongue. Thousands, if not millions of microscopic blue-collar sperm cells were active, swimming around in her mouth, searching desperately in vain for an egg to fertilise. They’d probably die soon. She reached for her boyfriend’s toothbrush cup and poured some water into it from the tap. She swished, then swallowed. All gone. She tapped her tummy before returning to the lounge room.
She found Mack dressed and standing, ready to go. “Thanks for an awesome evening,” he said, “but I should leave you two in peace.”
Amelia was a little surprised, but maybe it made sense. “Yeah, OK, no worries,” she stuttered. The mechanic reached out a hand for her to shake. She found this a strange way to end an evening where she’d watched this man fuck her boyfriend into oblivion before she sucked a second load out of him, but whatever. Maybe it was a polite generational thing. She accepted his hand and shook it. “Thanks for spending tonight with us, and I’m sorry about the Cliff Richard record.”
The mechanic laughed, turning to the emo. “Burn that record, punk.”
Yoshi grinned. “I’ll message you soon,” he said.
“Cool,” Mack replied. “Night,” he said, walking to the front door and closing it behind him.
The goth headed towards the bathroom. She desperately needed a shower, and she knew her boyfriend would let her go first. On the way, she kneeled in front of her still half-naked emo, kissing the head of his cute little dick.
Until this weekend, she had no idea how much of an insatiable whore for cock her friend-with-benefits was.
She sang as she turned the taps in the shower, feeling warm water soaking her skin.
“I like small penis, I like tall penis …”