“Like … I can’t move,” whispered the emo. “Am I still breathing? I can’t tell anymore.”
The mechanic continued to massage the emo’s skull. With a satisfied smile, he registered the blank expression of ecstasy painted all over Yoshi’s face. His firmness slowly transformed into a delicate touch as his fingertips traced arcs across the emo’s forehead and sinuses. Eventually, his fingers gave way. “I’m just gonna turn the kitchen light out for a few minutes.” Quietly, he walked away for a few moments, leaving his beautiful guest to his own feelings, thoughts and space.
When he came back to the room, Yoshi was fast asleep on the massage table, quietly snoring. He watched the emo’s chest rise and fall. He knew better than to interrupt. He left his guest where he lay, took a shower, and climbed into bed to watch some shallow late night TV on his laptop.
*
Half an hour later, Yoshi’s eyelids fluttered as he tuned back into reality. The night’s temperature had begun to fall, and his oily skin began to feel chilly. He stared at the ceiling, trying to piece together what had just happened.
Gingerly, he sat up on the table and placed a foot on the floor. He made sure it held his weight before progressing. He was still wearing his stained frilly panties. With both feet now on the ground, even though wobbly and uncertain, he made his way towards the blinding light emanating from the mechanic’s bedroom. He poked his head around the doorjamb. “Hey,” he said.
The mechanic muted his laptop. He wore a cotton t-shirt to keep his shoulders warm, but he was naked from the waist down. He was winding down in readiness for sleep. “Hey,” he replied.
“For some unknown reason,” said the emo, “I appear to be naked and covered in an oily substance of some description.”
“And wearing a pair of women’s undies, too,” Mack smiled, “that appear to be covered in cum. I mean, who could’ve perpetrated such a diabolical crime?”
“Someone call the Channel Seven newsroom,” joked the emo. He paused for a second, still collecting his thoughts. “Hey,” he said, “can I take a shower?”
“I’ll get you a towel.” Mack threw the sheets back, exposing his heavy naked undercarriage. He walked to his linen cupboard and pulled out a clean, fresh towel for Yoshi to use.
“You know,” whispered the emo, “you’re the reason I’m glistening with oil, so maybe you should help me wash it off.”
Mack’s dick twitched.
Without another word, Yoshi turned, walked towards Mack’s bathroom and turned on the shower taps like he owned them. He threw his soiled panties into the washbasin. They landed with a splat; he’d deal with them later.
The mechanic followed the emo as if in a trance.
Yoshi stepped into the cubicle. The water was perfectly warm, and he let it cascade over his head. He threw his hair back. “Well, come on, big guy,” he teased, “what the fuck are you waiting for? Get in here with me.”
Mack threw his cotton t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the bathroom floor. Naked and half-erect, he opened the shower door and entered the cubicle. He wrapped his arms around the skinny emo’s waist, feeling the warm water raining down upon them.
“I’m all oily, daddy,” pouted the emo. “I’m gonna wash myself clean now. I know I said I wanted you to wash me off, but I’m perfectly capable of doing that for myself.” He smiled like the devil. “I just wanted you to watch me do it.”
Yoshi grabbed the mechanic’s cake of soap and built up a thick lather between his two palms. “So creamy,” he commented. He rubbed the soap across his shoulders, neck, back and chest, paying particular attention to his nipples. He soaped up his arms and armpits, then put the soap back in its home. He ran his hands across his skin, washing the suds away.
Mack stood in a corner of the cubicle, mesmerised by what he was witnessing. This was completely different to showering with rugby mates after a tough game. His cock was painfully erect.
“I’m not clean yet, big guy,” teased the emo. “I’ve only done my top half so far.” He soaped up again, this time washing his feet and toes with as much poise and grace as a confined shower space can afford. He washed his calves and thighs, making sure to tease the mechanic by spending a ridiculous amount of time washing his inner thighs. “I think I’m clean there now, big guy, but I’m not done yet. I know you didn’t touch my pussy tonight, but a good boy always makes sure he’s clean down there.” He leaned in close so the mechanic could feel his warm breath. “A good boy never knows when he’s gonna get lucky next. A good boy always needs to be ready to get fuuuucked.”
Mack nearly came just from what the emo said.
He soaped up again, pulling his cheeks apart. He ran a sudsy hand up and down his crack a few times before arching his middle finger. He pushed it inside and closed his eyes. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he whispered, pushing his digit back and forth. “Need to get squeaky clean up in there,” he explained, “just in case I get lucky.”
He looked over his shoulder, his mouth gaped open and his eyes wide with lust. The mechanic had his dick in his hand. “What are you doing, daddy? Are you jacking off watching me take a shower? That’s so naughty.”
Mack tried to answer, but he struggled. He’d never seen a show like this in his life.
“It’s OK, big guy,” grinned the emo. “I don’t mind you watching me, but there’s one other part I haven’t washed yet.” He reached for the soap one last time. “Cum gets itchy after a while. You ever find that yourself? When you made me nut and then you went to clean yourself up, I got itchy down there. Must’ve been the energy of all those millions of spermies swimming around on dry land trying to find an egg.” He stopped talking for a brief second while he reached for the soap. He began to lather up again. “Imagine how a sperm must feel thinking it needs to outswim millions of other competitors to be first to the egg, but instead it finds itself stuck inside a plastic rubbery forcefield it can’t escape, and it’s barging headfirst into millions of other sperm trying to do the same thing, and they all get confused before suffering a slow communal death.” The emo reached down and began washing his penis and testicles. “Or,” he continued, “if they get shot out, but there aren’t any eggs, because instead of swimming in a womb, they’re all swimming laps inside someone’s mouth. Or, even worse, if they get fired deep into someone’s warm rectum …”
As if the show wasn’t hot enough, listening to the emo running his mouth off got the mechanic hard like steel.
Yoshi let the warm water wash the suds away. “Hey,” he said, reaching across to the taps, “I’m just gonna conserve some water.” He turned both taps counterclockwise, shutting off the flow of water, before sinking to his knees and grasping Mack’s cock in one hand. “You’ve been poking this shit in my back for the past ten minutes, big guy, and it looks uncomfortable.” He stroked the mechanic’s enormous shaft. “After giving me such an awesome massage tonight, I want to help you out too. You can’t possibly go to sleep with a dick that swollen. It looks painful. We might need to go to the hospital if we can’t sort this shit out, but first, maybe let me see what I can do.”