Big Mack Pt. 02 on HotGuySecret
In the morning, Yoshi caught a train to the suburban outskirts of Brisbane to visit his parents. They spent the afternoon together, catching up over milky coffee and slices of a chocolate cake his mum baked especially for today. That night, they went out for dinner at his mum’s favourite Italian restaurant. Yoshi couldn’t remember the last time he ate so well.
He stayed the night, sleeping in the bedroom he grew up in. All his old posters were still on the wall. While the room looked like a time capsule of his teenage years, it felt very different now. He tried to remember how the room felt when it was his cocoon, his refuge from the world, and the place he did his school homework in; it wasn’t easy.
Mack didn’t have any plans for the weekend other than watching his beloved Queensland Reds rugby team. They were playing away this weekend, in Dunedin. He headed to the pub on Saturday and watched the game on TV with some of his old rugby mates. He was joyous when the Reds won. Those Otago motherfuckers were always tough to beat.
On Sunday afternoon, Mack rang his wife and they talked for a while, maybe half an hour, on the phone. Mack didn’t mention anything about the punk kid he spent Friday night with, nor did he mention that he’d sucked his first dick. Despite their separation to ‘experiment’, he didn’t know how she might respond. He wondered whether his wife had hooked up with anyone herself since they separated. She probably had, but he didn’t ask, and she didn’t tell. The situation between them was still too confusing and uncertain. Instead, they talked about how their kids were doing at school.
While Mack was on the phone, Yoshi was on the train. As his carriage jostled him back towards the city, he checked Grindr on his mobile. There were a few unread messages from others, which he ignored for now, but none from the auto mechanic. He considered sending him a message, but it’d been less than 48 hours. Too soon. Not cool. Looks desperate.
Mack finished his conversation with his wife, and as he put his phone down on the kitchen table, his mind drifted to the kid he’d spent Friday night with. He wondered whether to send him a message, but he was still processing his first same-sex interaction, and he wasn’t in the right mental state. Not just yet. He missed his wife and kids terribly. They reminded him of the life he’d left, the life of his past, and the life he might never be able to go back to.
He knew he wouldn’t speak to anyone else until he rocked up at the garage tomorrow morning.
Yoshi’s train arrived at Roma Street. As he walked towards the station’s exit, he passed the toilet where he recently jacked off staring at a pic of Mack’s fat cock. He began to salivate thinking about last Friday night. The mechanic’s dick was massive, and the organic thickshake it produced was delicious. The emo couldn’t get the thought out of his mind. He considered jerking off in the toilet again, but surely today he had the willpower to make it home. He walked briskly down to the river and caught the ferry the rest of the way home, trying desperately to hide his insistent boner. He disembarked at his stop and almost ran the distance to his building. He needed to fap so fucking bad.
He threw his front door open, tossed his bag onto the couch, went to his bedroom and pulled the curtains closed. He booted his laptop before grabbing a fat buttplug and his bottle of lube. He drooled lube onto his plug and jammed it in. It stung a little, and Yoshi winced for just a second, but as he began to relax, pain gave way to pleasure. He opened a gay porn site he’d favourited, clicked on the ‘bear’ category, and found a scene that looked interesting. He leaned back on the plug, feeling it probe deeper into his arse.
He watched as a panicky husband answered a knock at his front door. A plumber stood on his doorstep wearing a blue singlet, faded jeans, and a pair of sturdy workboots. He carried a heavy toolbox in his right fist. The husband eagerly invited the plumber in and began to explain his problem — he’d accidentally dropped his wedding ring down the kitchen drain, and his wife was gonna kill him. The plumber walked across to the sink and, as he bent forward to examine the situation, the husband’s gaze found the top of the plumber’s sweaty arsecrack. The tradie noticed his customer’s horny stare, and seconds later, the wedding ring was forgotten as the two hairy bears were locked at the lips, teasing each other’s nipples with their fingers.
“Fuck,” seethed the emo. He shifted his weight so the tip of the buttplug nestled snugly against his prostate. He spat on his palm and began stroking himself. He watched as the husband began kissing the plumber’s neck. And as the husband moved down and began sucking on one of the plumber’s nipples, Yoshi remembered putting his hand up Mack’s t-shirt the other night. Instantly, his anus twitched around the base of the plug, and his warm seed spilled over his knuckles. Other than the Grindr profile pic, he hadn’t seen the mechanic’s chest with his own eyes, but he’d briefly felt it — it was strong, muscly and hairy, and the memory of running his fingers across it like Braille was enough to make him cum.
Yoshi ate his load off his fingers, imagining it was the mechanic’s. He extracted his toy and washed it in the laundry sink. When he came back to his bedroom, the scene was still playing on his laptop. By now, the plumber’s cock was buried deep in his customer’s hungry mouth, but there was no longer any reason for the emo to keep watching. The porn had done its job, but Yoshi bookmarked the scene for later. He closed his browser and shut his laptop down. He headed out for a quiet solo dinner before returning home. He had some reading to do before tomorrow morning’s uni lecture.
In the neighbouring suburb, Mack was feeling a little bit toey. Firing up his computer, he navigated to one of the male porn sites he’d recently bookmarked and typed ‘punk’ into the search box. He found a clip of two uni students who’d been paired together to complete an assignment. One of the students had already finished his part of the task, and he fell asleep while his classmate did his bit. He dreamed that the other student was standing naked before him, his smallish dick dangling in front of his face, demanding attention.
Mack’s thick cock sprang to life as he watched the two skinny, pierced emos with unusual haircuts kissing, their tongues buried deep in each other’s mouths. And as he watched the students move into the 69 position, his cock stiffened further. He stroked himself furiously, and as he watched the two punks start to fuck, he came, spraying semen all over his stomach. He’d rarely had anal sex before — his wife wasn’t interested in it — but these two skinny emos obviously loved it. He took a picture of his wet, spent cock, and a tight closeup of his thick sperm dripping down his abdomen.
*
Yoshi was at home late Tuesday afternoon when he messaged the mechanic again. Four days was the sweet spot, he thought. Sooner, and he would’ve looked too eager, but leave it too long, and there’s always the risk that the other person has shrugged and moved on. Timing is everything. He typed his classic conversation starter into his phone and sent it.
Yoshi: hey
The king’s pawn advanced two spaces into the middle of the board. A response came an hour later.
Mack: good to hear from you
Yoshi smiled. He worried he might’ve been forgotten.
Yoshi: taken any more dick pics lately?
Mack: funny you should mention that … here’s a couple i took on Sunday arvo while i was watching some porn
Yoshi was curious to know what types of porn the mechanic was into, but curiosity disappeared as he felt his phone buzz in his hand. His jaw dropped as he saw what he’d been sent: one picture of Mack’s post-climactic dick, and another of his abdomen, absolutely coated in cum. The emo boned up immediately.
Yoshi: oh my fucking god
Mack sent the smile emoji.
Yoshi: omfg wait gimme a sec i gotta fap
Yoshi gazed at the screen, almost as if in a trance. He pulled his pants down and began jacking off furiously as he imagined inhaling the scent of the mechanic’s balls, the feel of his cock in his hands and the taste of his nut on his tongue. It only took about a minute for the emo to shoot. Breathing heavily, he snapped a pic of his nut dribbling down the shaft of his cock, and another of his sperm-coated fingers resting on his outstretched tongue. He licked his fingers clean before sending the images.
Yoshi: that’s what you just made me do
Mack didn’t respond, but the emo could tell he was still online. That telltale green dot in the corner of his profile pic was going nowhere.
Yoshi: been thinkin bout u big guy
Mack: i have too
Yoshi: i love ur cock
Mack remained silent. Yoshi saw three dots dance on his screen for a few moments before disappearing. Whatever it was the auto mechanic wanted to say, he’d changed his mind.
A part of Yoshi regretted sending those pics. It would’ve been normal for two guys looking for a quick NSA hookup, but that wasn’t what this felt like. At least, it didn’t feel that way to him.
The emo showered and climbed into bed. He read for a while, but as he turned his light out and prepared for sleep, the last thing that passed through his mind was the brawny mechanic’s cock.
*
As Yoshi walked to class on Friday morning, he imagined the mechanic hard at work, presumably up since just after sunrise. A devious smile creased across his face as he opened the app and started to type.
Yoshi: hey big guy … im guessing you’ve got your head under the bonnet of a car right now, just hope nobody creeps up behind u and grabs ur hips
As soon as he pressed send, he knew it was a mistake. Regret landed hard. He winced and smacked his forehead, but he knew he couldn’t take the message back. What the fuck was he doing? That was *way* too forward for a dude who’s brand new to all of this. He didn’t have a licence to flirt. He considered adding a quick ‘just joking’ comment, but he thought that’d probably only make it worse.
He’d been watching too much bear porn lately.
Fuck.
He didn’t deserve a response, and he didn’t get one either. Yoshi had hoped to hang out with the mechanic tonight, assuming he was free, that is; but he’d fucked it up badly.
An emo band he liked was playing in the Valley; he’d go to their gig tonight instead. A goth girl he knew was gonna be there. She thought he was hot, and he knew she did, because one of her friends had told him. He’d go to the show, rock out, drink some beers, and flirt with her. He’d take her to the park across the street, and she’d suck his cock in the darkness while he groped her fat rack through her corset. Done. Evening planned.
It’d been a long week in the garage. Mack went to the Caxton and played pool with a friend he hadn’t seen in a while. They sank a few cold brews. They didn’t talk much, and the mechanic was relieved his buddy didn’t quiz him about his missus. His friend knew that Mack would talk when he was ready to talk. For now, they just played pool, drank beer, and talked shit. Mates being mates the Australian way.
*
Yoshi woke late on Saturday morning. Last night’s gig was immense. His ears were still ringing when he woke up. He threw the covers off, flicked the switch on the kettle, and poured himself a cup of shitty instant coffee. The brew tasted bitterly vile, but he knew it’d wake him up. He threw two pieces of bread into the toaster, and they resurfaced, browned, two minutes later. He opened the fridge, found his jar of Vegemite, and smeared a thin layer across the toast. He sipped his coffee.
Even after being surrounded last night by hundreds of sultry black-clad creatures of the night, and even after receiving a hot blowjob from a big-tiddy goth who eagerly gulped his load, the first thing he thought of this morning was the mechanic. He checked his phone to see if a message had landed overnight. Nup. There was a text from the goth chick, though. For now, he ignored it. If he was ever desperate for a blowjob … fuck, she was cute … her mouth was amazing … her tits were fucking massive, and he knew she was into him … he barely even knew her, but just for a split second, he imagined moving in with her … this could all be so easy if he was straight …
He decided to try one last time. And this really was the last time.
Yoshi: hey man … u get up 2 much last night? im really sorry about the message i sent yesterday btw, that was a dick move on my part
The reply came much more quickly than the emo anticipated.
Mack: Haha all good … wondered what was going through your head when you sent that … wondered if it was meant for me or someone else
How many other auto mechanics did Yoshi know? He could count them on the fingers of no hands. The emo breathed an intense sigh of relief.
Yoshi: not gonna lie it was meant 4 u but as soon as i sent it i regretted it … way too forward … was kinda hoping to hang with u last night but i guess you were busy
Mack: wasn’t busy, just went to the pub and played pool with a mate, kicked his arse … what about you?
Yoshi: went to a gig in the valley
Mack: cool
Conversation seemed reasonably normal, as far as hookup apps went. At least Yoshi now knew he hadn’t upset the mechanic.
Yoshi: doing anything 2nite?
Mack: rugby — heading to lang park, we’re playing the waratahs from new south wales … grudge match
Yoshi: can i come?
It was a public place, the game wasn’t sold out, and Mack couldn’t stop Yoshi from buying a ticket. But the mechanic was going with some old rugby mates who might be confused, or even might ask difficult questions, if the black-clad emo kid accompanied them. He worried that worlds were colliding.
Mack: not sure that’d be a good idea
Yoshi: i promise not to embarrass you in front of your mates, im not a dick … if your mates get nosey just lie and say im the son or the nephew of a friend of urs that ur mates don’t know and ive just moved to brissie and youre doing ur mate a favour by helping me find a place to rent, easy
Mack wasn’t sure. This felt risky. Three dots danced on Yoshi’s screen, but the emo hadn’t finished outlining his proposition for the evening. His thumbs began to dance again.
Yoshi: ill pretend to be yr mate’s son/nephew/whatever until the end of the game, then if you want, you can take me home, and we can hang out and … we can … umm … do stuff
For Mack, this was a moment of trust in someone he barely even knew, someone who’d already typed the weirdest shit to him on the app. He knew the emo could potentially make his life a misery tonight with just one stray sentence. But he couldn’t deny he wanted this. Fuck the rugby game; he wanted to find out what ‘stuff’ the emo kid had in mind. His fat dick twitched.
Mack: ok
Yoshi sent the smile emoji.
Mack: meet at the caxton around 6, game starts half 7
*
Yoshi rocked up on time at the Caxton Hotel wearing a black t-shirt, a pair of ripped black long-shorts, and a pair of black sneakers. A black cap perched on his head, the peak tilted at an angle. He brought a small backpack with him which contained a long-sleeved t-shirt in case the night turned chilly, and small bottle of lube, just in case he got lucky. He knew he looked totally out of place. Heads turned as he walked in, but not in a good way. He approached the bar and bought himself a beer.
He found the mechanic, seated at a table on the other side of the bar with two other rugged men. Yoshi waved. Mack’s long, wiry red hair cascaded down his back, held in place by his Reds’ membership cap. He wore the team’s jersey, a pair of jeans and a pair of boots. He looked nervous, feeling like this was all about to turn into a gigantic, embarrassing, irreversible mistake. He removed his cap and ran a hand through his hair. He took a huge gulp of beer as Yoshi approached. “Hey, dude,” he said.
Mack’s mates looked surprised and confused.
“Hey,” replied the emo.
Mack prepared to perform the obligatory introductions. “Yoshi, meet Ryan and Hunter.”
Hands were extended for shaking, and stares were applied to Yoshi’s facial piercings and his painted black fingernails. “Nice to meet you,” the emo said quietly.
“How do you know Mack?” asked Ryan.
“Uhh, he’s a mate’s nephew,” Mack interrupted. “He’s just moved to Brisbane, and I’m helping him find a place to live. He doesn’t know anyone here,” he lied, “so he’s crashing on my couch for a week or so.”
“Yeah, I think we saw you in here a couple of times recently,” said Hunter, staring at the kid’s facial piercings. “Anyway, welcome to Brisvegas,” he said, lifting his glass. “You coming to the game with us, are ya?”
“Yeah,” said Yoshi, brushing his long black fringe away from his dark eyes, “if that’s OK. Never been to the rugby before, so I’m kinda looking forward to it.” He sipped his beer before turning to Hunter. “Is that your real name?”
“Hunter is my last name,” he replied. “Happens all the time in Brisbane, blokes get called by their last name.” He pointed a thumb towards the mechanic. “Like Mack, I guess.”
“We used to call you Hunt,” said Mack.
“Yeah,” Ryan chimed in for the emo’s benefit, “but his missus put a stop to that.”
“Why?” asked Yoshi, a playful smile dancing across his lips. “Sounds too much like Cunt?”
Mack nearly choked. Every muscle froze. Everything about this was a massive, massive mistake.
“I work part-time on a supermarket loading dock when I’m not at uni,” Yoshi continued, oblivious to the mechanic’s panic, “and my supervisor’s name is Chris Hunt. One day, I hadn’t had my meal break and I was hungry, but I needed to check in with him before clocking off. I didn’t know where he was, so I got on the store PA to page him, but my mouth was dry.”
Mack stared at the emo kid, every fibre of his being willing him to just shut the fuck up.
“Anyway,” Yoshi continued, “I meant to say ‘could Chris Hunt come to the loading dock’, but it came out all wrong. I don’t know how I didn’t get sacked on the spot. I must be the only cunt in Australia who’s called his supervisor a cunt in public and kept his job.” He took a sip of his beer and adjusted his cap, turning the peak backward.
Mack’s mates hoped this weirdo found an apartment soon, so they’d never have to see him again.
To Mack’s immense relief, the emo clammed up soon after telling his short yet extraordinary anecdote. If he was lucky, they’d spend the next couple of hours watching the action on the field, with conversation at a minimum.
“Come on,” said Mack, checking the time on his phone. “Let’s go.” They finished their beers and rolled down the hill towards the stadium. Mack and his mates talked about the game, and the emo took the opportunity to tune out for a moment. Security checked the emo’s backpack, but the bottle of lube remained undiscovered. They swiped their tickets, entered the stadium, and took their seats in the grandstand. Ryan headed to the bar to buy four beers, expertly ferrying the drinks back to their seats in a cardboard carry-tray.
Given the unspoken but well-understood expectations of the Aussie shout, Mack knew the time would come when it was his turn to buy the beers, and he dreaded the thought of the emo being left alone with his two mates. He knew they’d ask the kid questions.
The Reds were up by three points at half time. “Get us a beer, Mack, you cheap, stingy prick,” Hunter joked, draining the dregs from his plastic cup. “Don’t they pay you enough at that shitty garage?”
“No worries.” Mack laughed on the outside, but he winced on the inside. This was the moment he’d been dreading.
“Gonna take a piss,” Yoshi declared, “back in a sec.” Mack breathed a monumental sigh of relief as he watched the black-clad emo sauntering off towards the toilets, denying Mack’s mates their only opportunity to grill him. Mack couldn’t tell whether it was just a lucky coincidence or whether the kid just knew to make himself scarce when it was Mack’s shout, but he wasn’t about to complain either way. He remembered the kid said in a message that he wouldn’t embarrass him in front of his mates; maybe this was part of what he meant.