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.
