Mack

by

PapaWereBearand UrsusMajr

(This is a work of fiction, depicting sex between consenting adult males. If such offends you or is illegal for you to read where you live, or you are under the age of eighteen, please leave now. No actual persons or events are depicted. Safe sexual practices are not used, but remember, this is fiction; in real life, get tested and play safe.)

Copyright, 2009. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced by any means, electronic or otherwise, without express permission of the authors.

Chapter 1

"I can't believe you're a fag!"

The words echoed in Mack's head. His father sounded hurt and angry and confused and disappointed all at the same time.

"I'm bi, dad, but I like guys better than girls." Mack said as if the explanation would make sense to his fifty-year-old father.

"Bi?Bi!?Is that supposed to make a difference to me? Make me feel better? It still means you're takin' it up the ass or sucking cock, right? And what about AIDS?" Scott O'Brien's voice rose. "What aboutAmy? You two have been going out since your freshman year in high school."

"Dad! I can't help how I am. Yeah, I like Amy and we've made out and I liked that and Amy doesn't have any hang ups about me likin' guys, she even thinks it's kinda cool. I like girls, but.." Mack seemed to run out of words.

His dad rolled his eyes and continued.

"But you'd rather get fucked by some flaming queer? I just don't understand you, son, you like football and hockey, you love trucks and I've seen the way you look at Cheryl Dunning. I always thought you were a man! You look and act like a man, not some limp-wristed queen." Scott said, that confused-disappointed sound still strong in his father's voice. "Does your mother know?"

"I am a man, dad, and I like men who look and act like men, not queens." That last part slipped out, it was something Mack hadn't wanted to say because Scott was the quintessential man's man; a masculine, meat and potatoes, truck drivin', construction man with a full beard, a hairy chest and back, lots of muscle, and tats on his arms. He was the man Mack had measured every other man against since the age of five.

Scott O'Brien's eyes widened as he realized something for the first time.

"So that's why you liked football and poker nights with me and my buddies! Here I thought my son was interested in man stuff and you were just gettin' off lookin' at my buddies." Scott said and there was something new in his father's tone of voice and Mack knew exactly what that new element was -- disgust. "That's what's with the goatee too, isn't it?" Scott snorted and turned away. "I gotta get outta here before I say something I don't want to say." Scott said and grabbed his coat. "If your mother asks, I'm at Barney's, I need a beer or two to forget about this for awhile." With that his father left the house for the bar.

Mack stood, dumbfounded; he went to his bedroom and, though he hadn't done it for years, he cried. He cried because the man he'd always loved had shoved a sword through his heart.

That was a month ago and Mack, sitting on the bus now three days into his five day journey, still remembered it as if it had happened yesterday. He wondered if he would remember it as vividly twenty years from now. He thought he would; he thought he'd never be able to forget.

He remembered how Officer Ryan brought his dad home that night because he'd met him outside the bar and talked him out of driving home dead drunk. He remembered his mom pouring his dad into bed and listening though the wall as his dad talked to his mom about him and how he was gay. Mack's mom, of course, knew; and had for a couple of years. Mothers are sometimes much more perceptive than fathers; and fathers sometimes are blind because they want or need to be.

If only he'd heard his dad pull up in his truck or heard him come in the back door but he was too engrossed in the conversation he and Amy were having. If only he'd shut his door and his dad wouldn't have overheard him talking to Amy on the phone about being gay, none of this would have happened. He wouldn't be on his way to live with Uncle Russ out in California. Of course his dadwouldsend him out to Uncle Russ; Uncle Russ was a sissy by dad's definition.

He really had expected something like this to have happened earlier, in his senior year when he'd been caught hacking into the school's computer system. The school had called the police, and the police had brought him home. At the hearing, the judge had suggested probation since he hadn't actually caused any damage or changed any records. The school had accepted that, but it came with a string... no computer access during probation. Period. He had only done it to prove how piss-poor the school's firewalls were; but his parents had gone ballistic, especially his dad. It was his dad who had threatened sending him west the next time he'd gotten into trouble with the police, for hacking into the oil company's billing computer last winter. That time, he'd only wanted to reduce his family's heating bill so his mom wouldn't be so worried that they wouldn't be able to make it on his dad's reduced pay. His dad had threatened, "I swear to God, if you cause us any more trouble with the police, I WILL send you to live with your faggot uncle." It would be the ultimate punishment, in his father's eyes.

Mack remembered Uncle Russ differently. He remembered a strong masculine man not too different from his own father, except perhaps bigger, hairier, quieter and of course, gay. Uncle Russ' beard was longer, bushier and darker brown-red than his dad's lighter, auburn one. That same color was only slightly lighter on his chest and back and there was plenty of it too. Mack was fascinated by it and played with what poked out of his Uncle's shirt and his beard when he was much younger and Uncle Russ would hold him in his lap. Mack had really liked the feel of it.

Mack remembered going down to the pond for a swim with his Uncle. When Uncle Russ asked, guessing the boy's secret, Mack admitted that he liked men; that big hairy men made him feel funny inside. He remembered admitting to his Uncle, with embarrassment, that yes, he had been admiring his Uncle's hairy shirtless chest and back. Yes, he liked the look and feel of his Uncles full bushy beard and yes, he had been looking at the impressive bulge in his Uncle's swim trunks. He remembered pleading with Uncle Russ not to tell anyone and his big burly Uncle took him into a gentle bare-chested bear hug that left Mack as hard as a rock. He briefly played with his Uncle's chest fur as he had done when he was a child. Uncle Russ assured him that his secret was safe and that if there ever came a time he needed to, he promised Mack could come out to California and live with him, if he liked.

Well, now was the time to collect on that promise. Mack had nowhere else to go on short notice. His dad hadn't exactly kicked him out of the house, he'd just told him that he needed to get his own place in a couple of weeks; now that he was almost twenty-two and a 'man' and all. That had been said with a sneer. Mack had been saving a lot on rent by staying with his parents and to his credit it went directly into a savings account with only some of it going for food, truck payments and the occasional splurge. His dad rarely spoke to him, and avoided being in the same room with him. His relationship with him had cooled and was rigidly formal now; and Mack hated that. They'd been so close, going to football games, working on cars together, going fishing and now that wonderful closeness was gone. His father seemed to take some sort of perverse pleasure by lavishing that extra attention on his younger brother Billy who his father loudly proclaimed was 100% red-blooded male and would do him proud.

Mack remembered how he'd left the only home he'd ever known three days ago. His dad had softened ever so slightly at the last and saw his eldest son off at the bus terminal with an extra $2,000 that Mack's mom had insisted on.

He warned Mack not to flash his money and Mack took that as a somewhat hopeful sign, too. Mack had to sell his truck since there was no way he'd trust it on such a long journey with its mileage and its quirks. His personal belongings had been shipped out to Uncle Russ as freight, but even at freight rates it cost him a small fortune. His mom gave him a paid long distance phone card and made Mack promise to call every Sunday.

"Son," Scott said looking deep into his eyes, "I don't understand you and I don't agree with your... lifestyle... if that's what you call it; but I don't wish you anything but goodness in your life."

"I know that was hard for you, Dad." Mack paused, then said " I love you Dad." Mack hugged his father, and when the hug wasn't returned, they parted. Mack got on the bus and his parents looked on. His mother waved, his father just looked as the bus left.

Mack sat toward the back of the mostly empty bus. He covered his head with his jacket and tried to sleep but failed. 'Time to grow up, I guess,' he thought to himself. 'I'm on my own now. I always wondered what it would be like. Guess I'll find out. Maybe Uncle Russ will have a computer I can work on.' Eventually he dozed off.

Chapter 2

Russ O'Brien grunted as he bent over the heart of The Grrrizz. He was performing surgery and had been since five this morning. Jesse woke him up at four with a blow-job, his favorite way to wake up. Russ was hard as steel again, he always got that way when he worked on an engine. The precum stain on the front of his overalls was testimony to that. Russ was worked up and would love to push Jesse up against the ol' Bear right now, but work came first. There was no time for play, not now when the Bear needed him; play could wait until a long lunch break. Sweat ran down Russ' furry back, matting the fur down; underneath his one-piece mechanic's overalls his pits were soaking. The stump of an unlit cigar rolled around in his mouth as he torqued down a bolt. It was 9 a.m. and it was already getting hot in Bakersfield, even with the garage doors open and the morning breeze. He wore nothing beneath the overalls during the summer and though he had the front zipper down to just below his nipples, he was still too hot.

Ol' Grrrizz, one of the mightiest metallic monsters on the monster truck circuit had broken an axle at the last rally in the Phoenix Mega-Dome. The engine had thrown a couple of rods; Russ knew it was the nitro mix and could have kicked himself black and blue for not getting the more expensive computerized regulator Jesse had wanted to get. Ol' Grrrizz had made the jump, which is what the crowd had paid to see, but the faithful ol' Bear had to be hauled home. He limped out of the arena, badly wounded. In the end, what he paid for in new parts was quite a few times the price of that regulator; still, Grrrizz had brought home the bacon, just not as much as he might have, but enough to pay the mortgage, utilities and food. The bills for the parts had to come out of the profits.

He and Jesse had hauled the wounded Bear back here and had just finished the heart and bone transplants needed to get the big Bear back and prowling two weeks from now in Colorado. All things considered, it wasn't too bad. Each time he and Jesse worked on the Bear, they came up with new ideas to improve on him. They had talked about tearing Grrrizz apart and rebuilding him from almost scratch several times as they lay in bed; it was an odd sort of pillow talk. Jesse, of course, knew how aroused his burly daddy got when they discussed rebuilding the Bear from the ground up; it was kind of foreplay between the two. Something about working on cars and trucks pushed Russ' buttons the way talking dirty turned other guys on. Jesse didn't understand it, but he was sure going to use it.

"There!" Russ growled around his cigar as he held the match to the end and puffed it to life, "It's done!" Russ pulled on the cigar and then released billows of bluish smoke. He stood back and looked at the engine with a certain sense of accomplishment and pride. "Now all we have to do is tune the ol' Bear up and install that high priced new nitro regulator."

"Yeah, if you'd done that before, ol' man, we wouldn't be fuckin' around with repairs now." Jesse taunted.

"Yeah, well fuck you Jesse Alvarez!" Russ growled, turning his gaze from the engine to his smugly grinning partner.

"Any time you're ready, you furry ol' bastard! You want some of this,anciano?" Russ' eyes flared bright blue as Jesse said this. Jesse turned his ass to the big man and bent forward just slightly, showing off his rump. Jesse knew the "ol' bastard" comment had done the trick.

Within seconds burly arms wrapped themselves under Jesse's strong, well muscled arms, hands knitted together behind the smaller man's neck locking him in a full nelson.

Russ rumbled in his ear, cigar smoke puffing into Jesse's ear with each word. "What'd you say, Cub?"

In playful defiance Jesse shot back, "You heard me,Oso! We're wastin'' time here because you wouldn't listen to me,viejo."

Russ pulled the smaller man to his body, squeezing him tighter with his arms as he pushed his head forward bending his neck so that his chin touched his chest. Jesse loved this rough play and so did Russ. Jesse could feel the big bear's hard cock against his rump. The pounding of Russ' strong heart against his back, even through their overalls, the hot smoky breath on his ear and the low threatening growl of his love had Jesse ready to be fucked.

"You talkin' back to your daddy, cachorro? You a bear now? Huh, Cub?" Russ hissed.

"Damn right I'm a bear you old fart, a big, hairy, muscled out, bearded bear." Jesse said as he wrapped his arms around the big man's forearms and began rubbing Russ' inner leg with his own.

"Is that so?" Russ said in mock curiosity and squeezed Jesse even harder. Jesse felt the bear's muscles flexing. Russ pushed his cock into the small of Jesse's back, dry humping him in slow deliberate strokes.

"Yeah, that's so. I am a bear!" Jesse growled back and then, softly, sweetly he continued "...but I'myourCub,Oso."

Immediately Russ released Jesse from his hold, spun the smaller Hispanic man about pushing him against the recovering Grrrizz with a bang; Russ paused and looked deeply into Jesse's brown eyes. He sniffed at him like a carnivore about to feed. He growled lowly again and said in a deep rumble, "That's what I wanted to hear."

He took a deep drag on the cigar and pulled it out of his mouth and then forced his tongue down Jesse's throat.

Russ thought, 'So, what the Hell? We'll take an early long lunch.' As Jesse began unzipping the bigger man's overalls, hauling out the huge, wet cock, Russ fed Jesse his spit and the smoke.

Russ peeled Jesse out of his one-piece with efficiency born of practice. Jesse was also naked and sweaty under his overalls; he also dispensed with underwear during the hot months. He broke their kiss and completely removed Jesse's work clothes. Putting the cigar back in his mouth and puffed; he paused a moment to admire his mate. Jesse smiled and flexed various muscle groups as Russ ran his rough hands over his lover.

When Russ first made love to him, Jesse was smooth, almost hairless. Now Jesse had lots of silky black fur on his chest and back. His silky black beard was thick and looked so beautiful against his light brown skin. His Aztec style bear tattoo on his left upper arm was covered in fur.

Russ grunted and pulled on his cigar. He gave his lover another smoky kiss and when they parted a string of spit hung between their mouths briefly before Russ drew on his cigar again. Jesse began stroking him hard and in moments had covered Russ' cock in its own precum. Russ was slick now with his clear lube and Jesse nuzzled his cock up to his lover's and began stroking them together, covering his thick manhood with Russ' fluid. Russ drooled out more precum than anyone Jesse had ever known; Russ never needed artificial lube when he was aroused. Jesse, of course, was adding his copious flow to their stiff rods.

Russ groaned and then growled out, "Get in the back of the truck."

An hour or so later, the two lay naked and satisfied next to each other on a mattress Russ kept in the shop and had thrown into the pickup bed of the ol' Bear after they'd come back from the show. The back end of Grrrizz was a favorite place to fuck for Russ. Russ, spooned around Jesse with his cock still firmly planted in his furry ass was alternately stroking the smaller man's soft silky beard and playing with his dense chest fur, twirling the beard and chest hair between his meaty fingers. Russ had smoked his morning cigar while fucking Jesse and was now puffing on the remains of a second, offering Jesse a drag now and then.

"So, how soon until your nephew gets here?" Jesse said, changing the subject from what else needed to be done to Grrrizz.

"He'll be out here at the end of the week, maybe a day or two after that. I talked to Sam and he agreed to hop on his bus in Georgia. He'll ride it with Mack until they reach Flagstaff, by then Mack will probably trust him enough to get on the back of that rattle trap Sam calls a Hawg to ride out here." Russ said.

"Why Flagstaff?" Jesse asked taking a drag on the cigar and handing it back.

"Sam wants to get off the bus and take Mack out to see the Grand Canyon; spend a couple of days with him, just the two of them." Russ said as he took the cigar back. "He'll pick up his bike, and if my nephew's on the back of that bike, breathing in that bear's scent, it's gonna make it that much easier for Mack here. It'll accustom him to bear scent."

"You think Sam will fuck him?" Jesse asked.

"I dunno. You and I have been fuckin' with Sam for years now, every time he stops by, and Mack sure looks enough like me. That might push Sam's buttons. Hell, Mack looks like I did at his age, when Sam broke me in, and the kid is gonna find Sam damned near irresistible. You know from personal experience what our pheromones can do. When you first came to work for me you did your best to resist it. You were quite a little hot head and wouldn't listen to a thing I told you. I woulda fired your ass, if I didn't find it so damned hot. After a couple of months, though, that body stink of mine did the trick. I watched you get more and more agreeable as you began to accept me as a dominant. Probably woulda happened sooner if you weren't as feisty.

Jesse laughed, "Yeah, I was a handful. You know, I didn't really like fat hairy white guys before you, but that scent of yours; I didn't know why but I just wanted to get closer to you. I started seein' you in a new light and decided I might like fat hairy white guys after all. Sneaky ol' bastard. Luring an innocent young Latino man into your den and messin' with his mind like that. You should be ashamed." Jesse said with mock reproach. Jesse squeezed on Russ' cock with his ass muscles and Russ growled appreciatively in his ear.

"Yeah, I hooked you and reeled you in. You complainin', boy?" Russ asked in mock anger.

"Nah, people get together all the time because of chemistry. There ain't nothin' wrong with falling in love with someone after they've got your attention with their natural gifts." Jesse said, "But I know what Mack's gonna go through. He's gonna keep wondering why he's attracted to Sam and won't know why he's being so agreeable."

"Yeah, I can imagine what it's gonna be like for Mack. He already likes fat hairy white guys." Russ said with a chuckle, "I told you about the time Mack and I were at the swimming hole and he got a little boy boner."