Zack woke to a large hand covering his mouth, followed by the intrusion of Master Bear’s thick 8 inch cock sliding into his ass.
“Open up boy.” Bear grunted into the 21-year-old twink’s ear.
Zack groaned into the 61-year old-man’s calloused hand, savoring the weight of his muscular, hairy body pressing him into the bed. Zack closed his eyes and surrendered as the older man fucked a morning load into his hole, then got off him.
Zack laid still in the bed until Master’s hand landed hard on his ass. “Fuck.”
“Good morning to you too, boy.”
Zack cracked one eye open. Bear stood beside the bed in all his naked morning glory—six-foot-something, broad and heavy, his tanned body covered in thick white hair. Morning sunlight caught the curve of his belly, the powerful shoulders above it, or the semi-thick cock hanging low with a drip of cum. Bear’s bald head gleamed slightly in the light coming through the blinds, and his neatly trimmed white beard did absolutely nothing to soften the amused expression on his face.
Zack hated him. More accurately, Zack hated mornings and Bear happened to be occupying one. “My head hurts.”
Bear snorted. “Maybe because you drank half of Tucker’s whiskey. Clean up, I’m gonna make breakfast.”
Twenty minutes later, freshly showered and naked, Zack sat at Bear’s small kitchen table with coffee, eggs, bacon, and toast in front of him. His unruly brown curls were still damp, and he kept pushing them out of his sea-green eyes only for them to fall right back into place.
Bear sat across from him wearing nothing but reading glasses while he ate. Somehow the glasses made him look even more intimidating. Bear took a sip of coffee. “So.” Zack looked up. “What’d you like yesterday?”
Zack blinked. “What?”
“You heard me.”
Zack had expected rules this morning. Orders. Maybe another punishment for something he'd forgotten he'd done. He hadn't expected a performance review. “Um...”
Bear waited.
“I liked the pool.”
“Use more words boy.”
Zack smiled sheepishly. “Being pissed on.”
“What else?”
“Being used by your friends like that… rough, like I didn’t have a choice.”
“Anything else son?”
Zack stopped pushing his eggs around his plate when he heard Bear call him “son.”.
“The rules, Master.”
Bear raised an eyebrow.
“I liked knowing what I was supposed to do,” Zack explained. “Like, if you wanted something, you just told me. I didn't have to figure it out.” Bear nodded but didn't rescue him from the conversation. “And...” Zack hesitated. “I liked when you told me I did good.” That admission somehow embarrassed him more than being naked.
Bear's expression softened. “You did do good.”
Zack stared down at his plate, smiling.
“Christ,” Bear said. “You're easy.”
Zack laughed. “Apparently.”
“What didn't you like?”
That answer came more easily. “Walking around naked by myself.”
“Why?”
“Because everyone looks at me.”
“Everyone looks at everyone.”
“Not the same.”
“How?”
Zack sighed. “Because everyone else looks like they belong here.”
Bear studied him. “And you don't?” Zack shrugged. Bear set down his fork. “You're here, aren't you?” Zack looked up. “That means you belong here as much as anybody else.” Something tightened unexpectedly in Zack's chest. Then Bear ruined it. “So that's what we're working on today.”
Zack's eyes narrowed. “I shouldn't have told you.”
“Nope.”
The Pines was considerably busier Saturday morning. Golf carts buzzed along the dirt-and-gravel lanes beneath towering pine trees. Men drank coffee on decks attached to trailers and RVs while others wandered toward the pool carrying towels and coolers. Somewhere in the distance, someone had already turned on music.
Zack walked beside Bear wearing nothing but flip-flops. Bear was wearing shorts. Zack noticed this approximately thirty seconds after leaving the trailer.
“You have clothes on.”
“Excellent observation.”
Zack frowned.
Bear glanced over. “Something you want to say?”
“No, Sir.”
“Smart boy.”
They passed two men drinking coffee outside an RV.
“Morning, Bear.”
The first man looked to be in his late forties, handsome in an ordinary, slightly weathered way, with short sandy-brown hair beginning to gray at the temples and a neatly trimmed beard. He had a sturdy build with broad shoulders, a little softness around his stomach, and a moderate covering of brown hair across his chest. He was naked except for a pair of black flip-flops, sitting comfortably in a folding chair with one ankle resting over his opposite knee and a steaming coffee mug balanced against his thigh.
“Morning,” Bear replied.
Beside him sat a man perhaps five years younger, leaner and a little taller, with short dark hair, rectangular glasses and several days of stubble along a pleasant, narrow face. He had the lightly toned body of someone who stayed reasonably active without ever having considered a gym membership part of his personality. Unlike his naked companion, he wore loose gray gym shorts and sandals, his bare chest still carrying the faint pink indentation of someone who had apparently gotten out of bed not long ago.
Both men looked at Zack. Zack instinctively moved closer to Bear.
The younger man smiled. “Morning.”
“Hi.”
They kept walking. Nobody laughed. Nobody pointed. The two men simply returned to their coffee and whatever conversation Zack and Bear had interrupted. Zack glanced back once. They weren't even looking at him anymore. He faced forward again, feeling slightly ridiculous. Maybe Bear had a point.
Their destination was a small office near the campground's central buildings.
“Mike owns the place,” Bear explained. They eventually reached the campground office, a small building near the clubhouse. Bear stopped several yards from the door. “Go introduce yourself.”
Zack took another step before realizing Bear wasn't following. He turned around. “By myself?”
Bear's expression hardened slightly. “What did I just tell you?”
Zack's stomach dropped. “I know, but—”
“Five.”
Zack blinked. “What?”
“Five swats for questioning me after I gave you a clear command.”
The firmness in Bear's voice erased Zack's argument before he could finish constructing it. “Yes, Master.”
“Go.”
Zack turned toward the office, cheeks already burning. He hated that Bear knew exactly what he was doing. At breakfast Zack had admitted that walking around naked without Bear made him uncomfortable, and barely an hour later Bear had apparently decided to turn that information into a lesson.
Zack opened the door. He walked inside. The man behind the desk was enormous. Not Tucker enormous, all sculpted muscles and youth, or Richard-and-Mark enormous, built by years beneath barbells. Big Mike looked solid. Mid-fifties, probably six-two, with thick forearms, a barrel chest and a heavy salt-and-pepper beard. His faded T-shirt stretched across his shoulders. He had the expression of a man who had personally heard every possible variety of bullshit and had developed immunity.
Mike looked up. Then down. Then back up.
Zack suddenly became extremely aware that he was naked. “Hi.” Mike waited. “I'm Zack.”
“I know.”
Of course he did. “I'm... staying with Bear.”
“I know that too.”
Zack nodded. Excellent. This was going spectacularly. “He told me to introduce myself.”
Mike leaned back. “Why?”
Zack stared at him. “I... honestly don't know.”
For the first time, something resembling amusement appeared beneath Mike's beard. “Because he's an asshole.”
“Kinda.”
A voice behind Zack said, “Careful, boy.”
Zack spun around. Zack turned. Bear finally entered, looking far too pleased with himself.
Mike glanced between them. “Seems nervous.”
“He thinks everybody's staring at him.”
“I do not.” Bear looked at Zack. Zack immediately corrected himself. “I mean... sorry, Master.”
Mike's beard twitched.
Bear pulled out a chair and sat down. “Come here, boy.”
Zack knew that tone. “Master...”
“That's getting dangerously close to six.” Zack shut up.
Bear took Zack firmly by the wrist and guided him across his lap. Zack's entire body went hot. “You cannot be serious.” Bear's hand landed sharply against his backside. “Ow! One, Master.”
Mike remained behind his desk, watching with an expression of almost comical neutrality, while he groped his growing hard-on with his meaty hand..
The second hit landed. “Two, Master.” Zack grunted. By five, Zack was thoroughly red-faced. “Five, Master. Thank you.”
Bear let him stand. Zack rubbed his backside before remembering Mike was watching and immediately stopped.
Mike nodded toward him. “Survived.”
“Barely,” Zack muttered.
Bear laughed.
Mike looked at Zack. “Don't worry about walking around here naked. Everybody looked at you yesterday because you're new.”
Zack stared at him. “That doesn't make me feel better.”
“They won't tomorrow.”
Zack smiled.
Bear smiled. “See? Told you.”
Zack rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
Silence.
Zack froze.Bear slowly turned his head. Mike raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, shit,” Zack muttered.
Bear's grin was positively evil. “Mike?”
“Yeah?”
“Would you like to handle that one?”
Mike stood.
Zack's eyes widened. “Wait—”
“Five,” Bear said.
Mike held out one enormous hand. “Come here, Zack.”
Zack looked desperately at Bear. Bear merely pointed. Zack trudged toward Mike. “Yes, Sir.”
Mike rolled his chair back and pulled Zack across his lap with considerably less ceremony than Bear had.
Zack felt Mike’s bonder pressing into him. “This is bullshit,” Zack muttered.
Mike looked toward Bear. “Want me to make it ten?”
“No!” Zack exclaimed.
Bear laughed. “Five's fine.”
Mike delivered them efficiently, Zack counting each one. When Mike finally released him, Zack stood and looked accusingly between the two older men. “I liked this place better yesterday.”
Mike almost smiled.
“I think you owe Mike an apology for interrupting his work, boy. Offer Mike your mouth.”
Zack turned red and dropped down on his knees between Mike’s legs. “May I please suck your cock Sir?”
Mike smiled and silently undid his belt, opened his shorts and pulled out his fat, 7 inch cock. Zack licked his lips and leaned over, taking the fat cock in his mouth and swallowing down, burying his nose in Mike’s bushy pubes, before pulling back with a slurp and diving back in again.
“Jesus, the mouth on this kid,” Mike moaned, head tilted back.
Zack slurped on the big daddy’s cock, covering it in spit, expertly using his tongue and suction in equal measures. He savored the salty precum that flowed freely from Mike’s cock into his mouth and silently prayed that the man would cum in his mouth so he could savor every drop.
Bear grinned as he watched his boy expertly suck off the usually grumpy camp owner. Bear had big plans for his boy tonight and he needed to make sure Mike wouldn’t be a problem.
A minute later Mike grabbed the back of Zack’s head and forced the boy’s head all the way down. Zack choked a bit but held firm as Mike shot his thick load down the young boy’s throat.
When he felt Mike’s grip release, Zack stood up and wiped his mouth. His own 6 inch cock was hard up. “Thank you Sir.”
“Any time kid,” Mike smiled. “Drag bingo tonight,” he said. “You should ask your Master to bring you.”
Bear smiled. “We're coming.”
By early afternoon, the pool Zack had seen Friday barely resembled the same place. Saturday had apparently arrived at The Pines all at once.
Music thumped from speakers beneath one of the shade canopies, golf carts were parked two and three deep along the road, and the turquoise water was crowded with men. Some floated lazily with drinks balanced on their chests while others gathered along the edge of the pool or stretched out beneath umbrellas. Zack was beginning to recognize faces from Friday, which made the crowd slightly less intimidating. Slightly.
He followed Bear onto the pool deck carrying their cooler and towels. At sixty-two, Bear was impossible to miss: tall and broad, with thick arms and shoulders softened by a round belly, his deeply tanned skin covered in white body hair. His bald head and neatly trimmed white beard completed the gruff daddy look, and he moved through the campground with the easy confidence of a man who had long ago stopped wondering what anyone thought of him. Bear, naturally, walked as though he owned the place. Zack still had the uncomfortable feeling that approximately seventy percent of the campground had noticed his arrival.
“Zack!”
Tucker waved from the shallow end. In his late twenties, Tucker had the kind of muscular build Zack associated with fitness magazines: broad shoulders, thick arms, a defined chest and stomach, and considerably less body hair than the older bears. Wet dark hair was pushed back from his handsome face, and his easy grin made him seem considerably less intimidating than his body suggested. Like most of the men in the pool, Tucker was completely naked.
He was surrounded by five guys Zack hadn't met before, all somewhere in their early to mid-twenties and all irritatingly attractive in different ways. Collectively, they looked like somebody had emptied a fraternity house into the pool.
Tucker hauled himself out of the water, rivulets running over his naked body, his heavy cock swinging as he approached Zack. “Come on. You need friends your own age.”
“I have friends.”
“Name three.”
Zack stared at him.
Tucker grinned. “That's what I thought.”
“Eat me,” Zack smiled.
“We did that last night, remember Curly?”
Zack's face immediately warmed. Tucker laughed and slung an arm around Zack's shoulders, steering him toward the pool. “Gentlemen, this is Zack.” Five pairs of eyes immediately swept over him. Zack resisted the overwhelming urge to cover himself.
“Oh,” the blond one said appreciatively. “This is Zack.”
The guy was tall and deeply tanned, with sun-bleached blond hair swept messily away from a square, handsome face. His lean body had the easy definition of somebody who stayed active without living at the gym, and his bright blue eyes carried a mischievous confidence that immediately made Zack nervous. Tyler was naked except for a thin leather cord around his neck and a pair of sunglasses pushed onto the top of his head.
Zack looked at Tucker. “What does that mean?”
“It means we've heard about you.”
“What have you heard?”
“Only very good things,” he said wolfishly.
Zack's entire face turned crimson. The group burst out laughing. “Oh my God.”
Zack started backing away, but Tucker caught him around the shoulders. “Nope. You're staying.”
The blond guy grinned. “I'm Tyler.”
A second guy leaned forward beside him. “Connor.”
Connor had close-cropped dark hair, olive skin and the long, narrow torso of a competitive swimmer, with lean shoulders and sharply defined muscles rather than Tucker's heavier build. Dark eyebrows framed warm brown eyes, and a crooked smile gave him the permanently amused expression of someone who was usually seconds away from saying something inappropriate. Unlike Tucker and Tyler, Connor wore a tiny black Speedo that left Zack wondering why he'd bothered.
“I'm Mason,” said the broadest of the group.
Mason was completely naked, a little shorter than Tucker but almost as thick through the shoulders, with shaggy brown hair, hazel eyes and a dusting of dark hair across his muscular chest and stomach. A short beard covered his strong jaw, giving him a slightly older appearance than the others.
“Drew,” said the fourth.
Drew was lanky and freckled, with auburn hair, pale skin that seemed dangerously optimistic about spending weekends in Texas sunshine, and a wiry body covered in a scattering of reddish hair. He wore a bright yellow Speedo that made his already questionable relationship with the sun considerably harder to ignore. His enormous grin made Zack immediately suspect he was trouble.
The last guy lifted his drink. “Alex.”
Alex was the prettiest of them, at least in Zack's estimation: medium height, compact and athletic, with thick black curls, golden-brown skin and dark eyes framed by absurdly long lashes. He was naked except for a thin silver chain around his neck and carried himself with the relaxed self-assurance Zack desperately wished he possessed.
Zack forgot which was which almost immediately because Tyler was still looking at him.
“You're cute when you blush.”
That made Zack blush harder.
“See?”
“Stop.”
“Those eyes are ridiculous too,” Connor said.
Zack looked suspiciously at him. “What's wrong with my eyes?”
Tucker laughed. “He means they're pretty, dumbass.”
“Oh.”
Zack pushed one of his own unruly brown curls away from his forehead. With his slim, smooth build, pale freckled skin, mop of dark-brown curls and large sea-green eyes, Zack looked younger than twenty-one whenever he got nervous—which was most of the time. He was completely naked, and the blush currently spreading from his cheeks all the way into his ears wasn't helping. “Thanks.”
Tyler exchanged a look with Connor.
“What?” Zack asked.
“Nothing.”
“You're all looking at me.”
“That's because you're naked and adorable,” Tyler said.
Zack immediately looked toward Bear.
Bear was sitting beneath an umbrella with Richard and Mark, drinking a beer. He caught Zack looking. Then deliberately looked away.
Zack turned back and found Tyler smiling at him.
“You always check with Daddy when somebody flirts with you?”
Zack's mouth opened. Nothing came out. Tucker nearly doubled over laughing.
“I hate all of you.”
“You've known us five minutes,” Mason said.
“Long enough.”
That broke the tension. Zack climbed into the pool with them, and within ten minutes he was actually having fun. The so-called frat boys flirted relentlessly, but none of it felt mean. Tyler kept finding excuses to compliment him. Connor wanted to know whether Zack's eyes were really green. Drew declared his curls “criminally cute.”
Zack had absolutely no idea what to do with any of it.
He'd spent most of his life assuming attractive men tolerated him at best. Being openly admired by several of them simultaneously felt like somebody had changed the rules without telling him.
Eventually Bear wandered over. “How's my boy behaving?”
“He's adorable,” Tyler said.
“He blushes every thirty seconds,” Connor added.
Bear smiled. “That's because he's painfully shy.”
“Master.”
Bear ignored him. “Yesterday he could barely walk across the campground naked.”
“Master.”
“And he's a total piss pig.”
Zack's eyes widened. “MASTER.”
The frat boys erupted. Tucker slapped the water, laughing.
“He took three guys’ piss yesterday in that bathroom over there,” Bear continued.
“That was private!” Zack cried out, mortified.
Bear raised an eyebrow.
Zack immediately realized he'd raised his voice at him. “Sorry, Master.”
Bear's expression softened with amusement. “Actually, I need to piss.” Zack stared at him. Bear smiled. Oh no. “Come on, boy.”
“Yes Master,” his embarrassment giving way to excitement at the thought of his Master’s piss.
Tucker immediately stood. “I gotta pee too.”
Tyler climbed out next. “Suddenly I could go.”
“So could I,” Connor announced.
Drew scrambled after them, red curls dripping into his eyes. “I mean, since everybody's going.”
Zack looked around at the dripping wet frat boys and realized he was fully hard.
Bear was already walking toward the restroom. “Move it, boy.”
Zack stayed frozen for another second. Then Tucker nudged him. “Come on.”
Zack looked at the little procession heading toward the restroom and shook his head.
“This place is fucking insane.”
Tucker grinned and threw an arm around him. “You're figuring it out.”
Zack followed, trying to remember to breathe. He was embarrassed enough that his freckles had practically disappeared beneath the red in his cheeks, and his obvious boner wasn’t helping. But as Tucker kept joking beside him and Bear glanced back to make sure Zack was following, Zack noticed something strange.
He was walking naked across the crowded pool deck again. Everyone could see him. And for once, that wasn't the part he was worried about.
In the bathroom Bear lead the group of young men to the empty communal shower area. “On your knees boy. You too Tucker.”
“Thank you Sir,” Tucker said excitedly, kneeling on the cool tile and pulling Zack down with him.
“Tucker’s ass is off limits,” Bear said to the frat boys, “But if any of you wanna fuck my boy and also get pissed on that’s fine by me-”
“Fuck yeah, I’ll do it!” Tyler said, raising his hand like he was volunteering for a class project.
“Get on all fours boy,” Bear smiled at Zack. He turned to Tyler and said “You can use spit, your own piss or some of the shower gel for lube.”
“Can I piss in him and then fuck him?”
“Sure kid, knock yourself out.” Bear smiled as he watched the muscular blonde frat boy kneel down behind Zack. “The rest of y’all can piss anywhere on them. Feel free to jack-off on ‘em too, or use Zack or Tucker’s mouth. Alright boys - fire when ready!”
Tucker and Zack both opened their mouths wide. Zack winced as he felt Tyler spit on his hole before shoving his semi-hard dick partly in. Bear was the first to unleash a heavy stream of piss, first into Zack’s mouth, then over to Tucker’s. Conner’s piss came next, aiming squarely for Tucker’s mouth and muscular body. Zack felt Tyler start to piss inside of him and moaned with surprise at how good it felt, and started jerking his own boy cock and swallowed a mouthful of Bear’s piss. This was heaven.
“Fuck yeah,” Tyler moaned, gripping Zack’s slim hips as the began slowly pumping in and out of the pale twink, piss-fucking him. The fucking made a raunchy wet squishing sound and Zack started fucking the boy harder. “You hear that Zacky, hear how wet your pussy is with my piss?. Tell me you like it! Tell me you love my big piss cock!”
“I..” Zack stuttered with equal parts pleasure and embarrassment, “I love your big pis cock Sir! Fill me with your cum and piss please, I fucking need it!”
Drew was the last to unleash his piss, although he preferred to aim for Tyler, showering his friend’s perfect blonde hair and face with piss. This only egged Tyler on and caused him to fuck Zack harder. Tyler wiped hi hand through Drew’s piss on his face and slapped Zack hard on the ass while he fucked the twink.
Finally the three guys ran out of piss. Conner shoved his cock into Tucker’s mouth and tweaked his nipples as the muscular, piss-soaked power-bottom sucked him off. Drew shoved his cock into Zack’s mouth and grabbed a fistful of the boy’s piss-soaked curls and face-fucked him, while Tyler continued to pound him from behind. Bear stepped back and stroked his big daddy dick while he took in the scene of the piss-soaked orgy, with his shy little boy at the center of it all.
Zack monad over Drew’s cock and clenched down on Tyler’s dick as he shot his load onto the tile floor. “Oh fuck!” Drew cried out, slamming into Zack’s ass and adding rope after rope of his cum to the piss he’d already put in the 21-year-old’s ass. Conner couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed Tucker by the ears and forced his load down the stud's throat. Bear walked up to his boy and shot a load all over Zack’s face. After Conner released Tucker and pulled his spent cock out of Tucker’s mouth, the muscular sub leaned back and jerked his cock until he came all over his stomach and chest.
“Woo!” Tyler yelled out, his voice echoing off the shower walls, “That was fucking hot!”
“Fuck yeah!” Conner said, high-fiving Drew.”
Everyone was all smiles and laughter as Master Bear instructed them to shower off and hit the pool.
A few hours later when Zack and Bear left the pool, the afternoon sun had begun slipping behind the towering pines. Zack was exhausted in the pleasant, sun-soaked way that came from spending hours in the water, not to mention his fading post-fuck haze. His brown curls had dried into an even more chaotic mess than usual, his pinkish-pale skin smelled strongly of sunscreen, and his cheeks still flushed whenever he thought about Tucker and the frat boys in the bathroom.
Bear, naturally, had found the entire thing hilarious.
Back at the trailer, Bear ordered Zack to rest for a while, then take a proper shower and clean out before they headed to the clubhouse. Zack obeyed without argument. Friday night had taught him that The Pines apparently operated on a completely different schedule from the rest of civilization, and he suspected Saturday was nowhere near finished with him.
He was right.
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