Mack - Chapter Two

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 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'm your Cub, 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 was adding his copious flow to their stiff rods.

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

Jesse liked it rough, and since becoming Russ's cub, could take anything the bear wanted to dish out... and return it in equal measure. Scrambling onto the 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, he assumed the classic bearfuck position. Russ wasted no time at all hilting himself in his cub's sweet, warm ass. Jesse let out a soft grunt as he felt his lover's cock slide in and hit his prostate. Russ let out a considerably louder one as he felt his thick tip push in past Jesse's muscle ring, briefly compressing the sensitive tip that was exposed by the already-retracted foreskin.

“Been thinkin' 'bout this all morning, cub,” Russ growled as he hammered his cub butt. His paws gripped Jesse's furred shoulders for leverage. “You fucker, you really make my motor run,” Russ growled around his cigar, still clamped in his teeth. “Gonna fill that sweet ass of yours, osito!” Russ really had been thinking about Jesse off and on during the hot morning, and it took little to get him revved up. In spite of having had his balls drained earlier that morning by Jesse, he was full again and needed to pump his cub full of good thick seed. He felt his tip flare, and the cum boiled up from his balls. He gripped Jesse's shoulders tighter as the cum shot deep into the cub's gut. Jesse moaned in pleasure, both from the heat of Russ' cum inside him, and from the thick pressure of his cock inside, and the sweat and coarse fur that was pressed against his backside. He pushed back hard against Russ' crotch and the thick pole buried in his ass.

“Damn, you are one fine fuck,” Russ growled, as he gave Jesse a few final strokes with his only slightly softening rod. He finally pulled out and breathed in Jesse's ear, “How about you make this viejo happy, huh?”

“Hijo de puta, haven't I done enough?” Jesse grinned.

Russ took a hold of Jesse's erect drooling cock. “Hey, osito, don't tell me you don't want too!”

Jesse was the smaller of the two, and it was often easier for him if Russ was on his belly. He pushed the bigger bear down on the sweat-stained mattress, spat on his cock and coated it with a mix of his own precum and saliva, and centered. With a grin, he slowly began to ease his cock in, teasing the hole for a while, then penetrating, only to withdraw, then tease again.

“Fuck me, dammit!” Russ growled.

Jesse chuckled, and teased a bit more; but soon his own lust overtook him and he pounded his daddy's ass as hard as his own had been pounded. “Aaaaiiieeee, papi!” he roared as his own hot seed pulsed out and filled Russ's ass. He collapsed on top of him, and they both lay there for a while, breathing hard.

After a while, Russ reached over and rubbed Jesse's furry belly. “Round two?” Jesse grinned.

An hour or so later, the two lay naked and satisfied next to each other on the mattress. 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.” Russ grinned. “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, wavin' that fat cock of yours around, 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."

Jesse nodded, remembering the tale of how Mack had been so fascinated by Russ' half-naked body at the pond.

"Sam will have him eatin' out of his hand after he's got him on the back of that bike of his. They'll be out in the desert and Sam will be sweatin' up a storm, wearin' nothin' but that ratty black Harley tank top he likes. Mack's gonna get a constant nose full of Sam's armpit stink. Then again, Sam might get all protective and paternal toward him in his role as protector. You know how he gets, all 'Papa Grizzly' like when he's being the knight guardian of his ward; it's that 'code of honor' he talks about. It's funny, I haven't quite figured out when that 'code' applies to someone he's protecting and when it doesn't." Russ pulled deeply on the very last of the cigar and stubbed it out on a piece of scrap sheet metal in the pickup bed.

He turned Jesse's head toward him and bent his neck so that their mouths met and then filled his lover's lungs with the smoke as he deep kissed him. They traded the smoke back and forth until they both needed air.

When they parted, Russ smacked Jesse hard on his furry butt and smiled.

"What the Hell was that for?" Jesse asked and rubbed the reddening paw print on his ass with a smile on his face.

"That's for being disrespectful of your elders! 'Ol' bastard', indeed!" Russ growled.

"Got your motor runnin' didn't it, Oso?" Jesse teased as Russ began to pull out.

"Yeah, it sure did." Russ bent down and bit Jesse's shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise. Jesse grunted in pain and moaned in pleasure.

"Papi!"Jesse sighed.

Russ released his bite hold and gently swatted his lover on the butt. He wasn't completely out of Jesse just yet and he was still "hungry".

'What the fuck, another ten minutes won't make that big a difference in the schedule.' Russ thought as he pushed his cock back into Jesse and began piston fucking his lover for the third time.

He pushed Jesse's head down to the mattress and pumped into him; with his other hand he reached around and began stroking his mate's rod, his sweaty, hairy chest and belly rubbing against Jesse's furry back.

"Harder, ol' man!" Jesse growled as Russ sped up. Jesse was milking Russ, clenching his muscles as Russ pulled out to the base of his glans and releasing as Russ thrust back in. Russ thanked God daily he had found such a talented lover.

Jesse raised up, pushing them both into a more horizontal position. "Bite me, papi!"

Russ did just that, he bit into the shoulder he'd just bitten minutes ago.

With that, Jesse lost it. "Fuck!" Jesse growled.

He exploded all over the mattress setting Russ off, who exploded inside of Jesse with a roar that would do any Grizzly proud.

Russ collapsed on Jesse and Jesse crumpled beneath his larger, heavier lover. They lay there for ten more minutes. Russ kissed and licked Jesse's ears, neck and shoulders, tasting his sweat. Nuzzling him until they'd both caught their breath again.

Russ pulled out and growled, "Let's get dressed and back at it, cachorro, it's almost eleven and we've got more to do before our actual lunch break."