Hairy Ever After

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HAIRY EVER AFTER

Chapter One

Brenden Wells sat in the doctor's office waiting for his name to be called. He was quite nervous as he had never seen this particular doctor before. Brenden had visited with his regular doctor, Doctor Brown, the previous week. Doctor Brown had referred Brenden to Doctor Wilson.

Brenden was suddenly aware of his name being called. He stood to his feet and followed a nurse down the hall, the door closing behind him.

The nurse led him to an exam room and closed the door. Looking at the chart she was holding, the woman greeted Brenden by name.

"How are you, Brenden?" she asked laying the chart on a counter in the small room.

"I'm okay," Brenden answered.

"What is it you are seeing the doctor for today, Brenden?" the nurse asked.

Brenden suddenly felt his face turn red. Forcing the words out of his mouth, he said, "It's something I would rather visit with the doctor about."

The nurse was wearing classes. She eyed Brenden, looking over the top of the frames and said, "Young man, you can't bring up any subject that I haven't heard or encountered before."

She reached for the blood pressure cuff, and as she wrapped it around Brenden's arm, said, "So, just tell me. I promise not to bite.

Brenden's mouth was suddenly very dry and it was an effort to get the words out.

"I went to see my doctor last week, and he referred me to Doctor Wilson." Pausing for a second, he went on, saying, "You see, for some reason I have an embarrassing amount of body hair. In school I lived in dread during football and basketball season. I hated going into the locker room, because everyone teased me about it."

Finished with his blood pressure and temperature, the nurse asked Brenden if he was taking any medication.

"None," Brenden answered.

The nurse took a moment or two to write some things in Brenden's chart. She closed it and walked toward the door, carrying it with her. Before she opened the door, she turned back to him.

"Brenden, I want to assure you of one thing. You are not the first patient we've had in the office with this same problem. Be assured, Doctor Wilson will know exactly how to work with you. He's seen others with the same situation as you, and he was able to help them. I think you will find him to be very helpful. Just relax. He'll be in to see you in a few moments."

As the nurse closed the door, Brenden allowed himself to take a deep breath. Damn't, why did the nurse have to be a woman? he thought. He had been too embarrassed to tell her much of anything about his problem.

A short time later, Brenden heard a noise on the other side of the closed door. Suddenly a man walked into the room carrying a file folder.

The man gave him a big smile and held out his hand. "Good afternoon," the man greeted. "My name is Doctor Wilson." Looking at the chart in his hand, the doctor said, "Brenden, right?"

"That's correct," Brenden answered.

"I believe that Doctor Brown referred you to my office. Is that correct?"

"It is," Brenden answered.

"Doctor Brown's off has sent me your information." The doctor pulled a stool out and sat down in front of Brenden. "Why don't you tell me what's going on, Brenden."

Brenden took another deep breath. Looking at this doctor, he decided it was going to be much easier explaining his problem.

"To be honest I'm a little embarrassed to talk about it," Brenden replied.

Doctor Wilson glanced at Brenden's chart once more. Looking up, he said, "According to Doctor Brown, your concern is that you think you have too much body hair. Is that right?"

Even though the doctor was a man, Brenden felt his face turn red.

"That's right," Brenden finally answered.

The doctor smiled and said, "Just why do you think you have too much body hair, Brenden?"

"I just do. During high school I played football and basketball. I can't tell you how embarrassed I was to shower and dress in the locker room. Guys were always making fun of my body. I tried shaving, but that made it worse."

"How so?" Dr. Wilson asked.

"It seemed to grow back even thicker. And as it grew back, I was miserable."

Giving him a nod, Doctor Wilson said, "It's true that sometimes hair grows back a little thicker after being shaved off. And I do know that as hair grows back, your body can become very itchy, making you miserable. Especially if this takes place during the summer months."

The doctor wrote a few more things in Brendon's chart. Looking up once again, he said, "Tell me, Brenden, what do you do for a living?"

"I teach English in high school."

"You're what, 25? How long have you been teaching?"

"Two years," Brenden answered.

"I see."

The doctor's kind words and soothing voice were helping Brendon to relax, and for that, the young teacher was grateful. He no long felt embarrassed.

"How old were you when you began getting body hair, Brenden?"

"Eleven or twelve."

"Where did it grow first? Do you remember?" the doctor asked.

"My crotch. Other places, maybe a year or two later. By the time I was fifteen I had a full beard and had to shave every day."

"When did you begin to feel you had a problem?"

"Seventh or eighth grade," Brenden answered. "I was always sports minded, and by the seventh grade I was playing both football and basketball. In the dressing room I began noticing that none of the other boys had anywhere near the amount of hair on their body that I did. It wasn't long until they began calling me such things as gorilla', werewolf', that sort of thing. I found that really embarrassing."

"I'm sure that it was," the doctor agreed. "That age boys can really be cruel. Even mean," he added.

"It didn't stop there," Brendon went on. "High school wasn't much better. I think the teasing was worse."

Doctor Wilson shook his head. "It's a real shame. Especially during what I like to refer to as the `Junior High' years. That's about the time when most boys start to see a change in their body. The teasing is hurtful and makes you believe you're not normal."

The doctor wrote a few more things down in Brenden's chart. Then standing to his feet, he said, "Brenden, are you comfortable removing your clothes and letting me see what's concerning you? I can step out of the room first and let you put a gown on."

Brenden slid off the exam table. "I think I'm okay without a gown."

Brenden slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. He was wearing a tee shirt, and he pulled it over his head, exposing his chest.

"Hang on a minute," the doctor said as Brenden tossed the tee shirt on the chair next to the table.

Brenden faced the doctor. He couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed standing before the medical man as he displayed his naked hairy chest.

Doctor Wilson was quiet for a moment as he eyed the young patient's chest and stomach. He had to admit Brenden did have an unusual amount of chest hair. Thick black hair began at the base of Brenden's neck and grew in wide span down the young man's chest and lower stomach, disappearing at the waist of his blue jeans.

The doctor reached out and touched Brenden's lower neck. "I see that you shave rather low on your neck, don't you?"

Brenden nodded. "I do. If I don't, only dress shirts will cover it up. At school we're allowed to wear tee shirts once a week. I couldn't wear them if I didn't shave."

Doctor Wilson wrote some more things in Brenden's chart. Then looking up once more, he said, "Step out of your jeans, please."

Brenden did as the doctor asked and placed his jeans with the rest of his clothes.

The doctor looked closely at Brenden's arms and legs, taking note that quite a bit of thick black hair covered them, same as the young man's chest. Sadly, he could see why Brenden's classmates had been cruel to him in school. He made a few more notes in the chart.

"Okay, Brenden. I need you to drop your shorts. And please, do not be embarrassed. Trust me, there are more men with the same condition as yourself than you can even imagine."

By this time Brenden was completely comfortable with the doctor. He pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them with ease.

Dr. Wilson studied the rest of Brenden's body. The teacher had been truthful with him. Thick black hair continued running down the young man's body, starting at the base of his neck, disappearing underneath his balls; balls that were also thickly coated with black wiry fur.

Tim Wilson wrote some more notes in Brenden's file and then asked him to turn around and face away from him.

Brenden did as he was told. He felt the doctor's hand running along his back. Brenden knew all too well how much hair grew there.

Doctor Wilson took it all in. Just like the front, the back side of Brenden was also covered in hair. Hair started at the base of the man's neck and travelled downward. Without stopping, it continued spreading, making its way along Brenden's ass and continuing on until it had to meet up with the front side underneath the man's balls.

The doctor added a few more things to Brenden's chart. Then he told Brenden to lean down with his stomach next to the exam table.

Keeping quiet, Brenden did as the doctor asked. He suddenly felt the man pulling his ass cheeks apart. The doctor's touch caused Brenden to shudder.

Doctor Wilson stepped back. "Try to relax, Brenden. I promise not to hurt you."

Wilson walked over to the counter and pulled a drawer out. He pulled a pair of rubber gloves out and returned to Brenden.

"Have you had your prostate checked before, Brenden?"

"Not that I remember," Brenden answered.

Covering both hands with gloves, Doctor Wilson reached for a tube on the counter top.

"That's no problem. Usually with someone your age, that isn't a big concern. However, since we're addressing your particular situation, I think it would be a good idea to check it out."

The doctor quickly explained what the exam entailed. Then, "I'm going to rub some lubricant into your rectum. Again, try and relax. I'll go easy, but I do have to feel inside to make sure everything is as it should be."

Brenden felt the doctor's fingers massaging his hole. This was a first for him, and he actually began enjoying the sensation the doctor was giving him. However, when the doctor slowly pushed a finger up inside him, Brenden gasped.

"Relax," the doctor reminded. "The more relaxed you become, the sooner this will be finished."

After the initial shock of feeling a finger prodding his ass, Brenden found that he really didn't mind the doctor checking him out.

Still prodding him with his finger, Wilson said, "Brenden, you might feel a little sexual feeling. If you do, it's normal. There's no need to be embarrassed."

The doctor's words relieved Brenden. As the doctor examined him, Brenden had felt his cock beginning to chub up.

Doctor Wilson finished the examination. He told Brenden that his prostate felt very healthy, and that he had nothing to worry about.

"Brenden, I want you to stand up and turn around. Before you do, however, I want to assure you of something. I don't know if this exam gave you an erection, but if it did, do not be embarrassed. It's only natural. When the prostate is massaged, it can do some uncontrollable things to the penis".

Brenden stood back up and turned around. Looking down, he saw that while not totally hard, he was not exactly limp and pointing down to the floor either.

The doctor once again assured him everything was normal and he had nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed for.

Still wearing gloves, the doctor reached for Brenden's cock. He pushed it to one side with one hand. With the other, he pressed against the right side of Brendon's crotch and told him to turn and cough.

The doctor's touch caused the rest of the blood to fill Brenden's cock, and he was completely hard. He apologized.

"I'm only going to say this once more. Relax. What you're experiencing is completely normal. I've seen this happen with almost every male patient I've examined.

Brenden coughed. The doctor switched sides and Brenden coughed a second time.

"Everything feels good down there," the doctor told him. "And judging from your erection, I don't think you have any problem in that area. Am I correct?"

Brenden told the doctor he was right.

"Do you ever have a problem getting an erection?"

"No."

"How about keeping one?"

"No."

"Okay, don't be embarrassed, but I have to ask this. Are you sexually active?"

"I guess. No, not really."

Wilson shook his head. "I don't understand. Either you are or you aren't."

For the first time in a while, Brenden felt a little embarrassment. He remained silent.

Wanting to make things easier for his patient, Tim Wilson said, "Alright, I'll ask a question. Have you ever engaged in sexual contact with another human being?"

Brenden decided to toss his embarrassment to the side and said, "Do blow jobs count as sexual content?"

"To a point, yes. Still, I suppose that could be debatable."

"That's all I have other done with another person."

"Male or female?"

"Male."

"How often do you masturbate?"

"Six to eight times a week. Sometimes more; sometimes less."

The doctor wrote some more notes in Brenden's chart. Then he said, "Okay, I have to ask this next question. I want you to know that I am not in the position to judge. And this is in complete confidence. Brenden, are you gay?"

"I've never actually considered myself one way or another. However, to be honest, I have never felt sexual toward any female."

"I see."

The doctor wrote something else in Brenden's chart.

Trying to make light of the situation, Brenden asked the man if he was going to need a bigger chart by the time they were finished.

"I apologize, Brenden. The first time I see a new patient, it's usually more detailed. I do apologize, but it is necessary."

Brenden had returned to the exam table. He was sitting with his legs hanging over the side.

Dr. Wilson told him to lie down on his back.

Brenden did as the doctor instructed.

"I'm going to check for anything that could be an abnormality in your stomach, both upper and lower."

Brenden was relieved to see that his cock had gone down and was lost in his thick pubic hair.

Doctor Wilson slowly and gently probed the man's stomach, tapping one hand against the other. He travelled to the bottom of Brenden's neck, and then returned to his nipples. Nipples that were surrounded by thick black curls.

"Everything feels good here," the doctor said. No sign of lumps."

Wilson slowly made his way downward, again gently pushing against Brenden's stomach. When he reached the pubic region, he pressed a little harder. Brenden's pubes completely engulfed the doctor's fingers. The pressure on his groin caused Brendon to gasp.

"Sorry about that. I have to push a little harder to make sure everything is okay here as well."

Doctor Wilson suddenly picked up Brenden's cock, causing the man to gasp a second time. Also, the doctor's touch resulted in Brenden's cock chubbing back up once more.

"I know I'm not supposed to be embarrassed, but, Doc, I can't help it."

"I understand completely. You're completely exposed in front of me. There is absolutely nothing left uncovered, and to a point, this condition even lets me know a lot about your inner soul as well."

The doctor ran a finger over the tip of Brenden's cock. There was some pre cum leaking from the tip. The doctor ran a gloved finger through it and then rubbed his thumb and forefinger together.

"You're producing a good amount of pre cum. Do you normally do that?"

"Usually," Brenden answered.

"That's good. Shows that everything is working well in that department."

The doctor examined Brenden's furry ball sac, giving each nodule a good feel. His touch was causing Brenden's cock to fill out even more. By this time Brenden no longer felt any embarrassment. Tim Wilson had completely won him over, making him comfortable. Brenden trusted this new doctor completely.

The doctor added to the notes in his chart. Then he reached into a drawer and pulled out a small plastic container. He returned to the exam table and handed the container to Brenden.

"There just one more test and then we'll be finished."

The doctor took Brenden's cock between his fingers, and the young man went from hard to very hard in seconds. It got harder as the doctor began stroking him.

Smiling at his patient, Doctor Wilson said, "I imagine you know what this last test is going to be, don't you?"

"Afraid I do," Brenden muttered.

"I don't mind doing it. However, if you are uncomfortable, I can leave the room and let you take care of it."

Brenden didn't respond. Instead he pushed up, causing his pubic bush to rub against the doctor's hand.

The doctor took that for his answer and continued to slowly stroke his patient's cock. As he jacked the Brenden with one hand, Doctor Wilson brought his other hand down and began rubbing and gently squeezing Brenden's hairy balls. After that, the doctor rotated between rubbing his patient's balls and massaging the hairy opening of Brenden's rectum.

This new experience of having another man's hand on his dick brought Brenden to a quick climax. In Middle School Brenden had jacked every once in a while with other guys, and now and then, they would jack each other. However, after he entered high school, Brenden had never touch another dick. Nor had any one touched his. During his college days he had given and received oral, but even that had brought about minimal touching.

When he began breathing heavily, the doctor told him to catch his cum in the container.

"Fuck!" The word escaped Brenden's lips as he shot the first rope of thick white cum into the plastic container. It was followed by server more heavy spurts. When the last appeared to be out of his cock, he handed the container to the doctor.

"Sorry for what I just said," Brenden mumbled. "It just slipped out."

"Brenden, I keep telling you, there is nothing at all that takes place behind these walls that you need to apologize for. I understand completely how you feel. Hell, we're both men, and we know how men's bodies work. Don't you agree?"

"I suppose. However, this sort of openness is new to me. I guess I'm not use to it."

Dr. Wilson gave Brenden a towel. "You can go to the sink over there and clean up."

As Brenden stood at the sink running water, the doctor asked him one last question.

"Brenden, do you have any immediate family? I forgot to ask."

Washing his dick, Brenden said, "I have one brother. He lives in another state. Our parents were killed in an automobile accident."

"I see. When did that happen? The accident, I mean."

"My senior year in college," Brenden answered. "In the spring, just before I graduated."

"Is your brother older or younger than you?"

"Two years older," Brenden replied.

The doctor finished writing in Brenden's chart and closed the folder. Sitting back down on the stool, he told Brenden he could get dressed.

"Brenden, I want to talk to you about something. You might or you might not be interested. However, it's an option I would like to provide you."

Brenden reached for his shorts and said, "Okay."

"Would you be interested in joining a group of men that have the same condition as you?"

"You mean hairy like me?"

"That's correct."

"I might," Brenden replied. "I'd like to hear about it." He reached for his shirt.

"Well, I have a friend from Medical school that offers help to men in this position. Men who are endowed heavily with body hair. I really would recommend you talking with him. No pressure. From me or from him."

Brenden reached for his jeans. "I'm listening," he said.

"What about a job? Are you contracted anywhere to teach?"

"This is summer. I've signed a letter of intent. However, my contract for the year doesn't become final until the beginning of the next school year."

"I see."

"Where is this—community you speak of?" Brenden asked.

"It's about a hundred miles from here," the doctor explained.

"Oh. Then I'd have to resign from my school. That is, if I joined this community you speak of."

"You would definitely have to live there," the doctor told him.

"I see."

"What if I told you the community might help you find a teaching position near where it's located? Would that make it easier for you to decide?"

"It would definitely help," Brenden answered. "I only have two years teaching experience under my belt. That makes it really hard to find a job."

Carrying Brenden's chart, Tim Wilson walked to the door. "Tell you what. Wait here for a moment. I'll make a phone call and come back to you. Okay?"

Brenden gave the doctor a smile. "Okay."

Brenden was suddenly alone in the small exam room. He finished dressing and took a seat back on the table. He didn't know what Doctor Wilson had in mind, but for some reason, Brenden felt like whatever it was, it would be a good thing for him. He sighed and waited for the doctor to return.

Ten minutes passed before Doctor Wilson reentered the room.

"Sorry for the wait," he apologized. He motioned for Brenden to stand up. "Why don't you follow me? We can be a little more comfortable in my office."

As Brenden followed the man down the hall, he noticed how quiet the building was. He mentioned the fact.

"Everyone has gone," the doctor informed him. "The silence is kind of nice, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry if I'm keeping you late."

"Don't worry about it. I intentionally made your appointment last. That way, I knew we could take all the time we needed."

When they reached the doctor's office, Brenden was told to take a seat. The doctor went behind his desk and also sat down.

"Brenden, I realize this is taking quite a long time, and I promise to let you go soon. I want you to speak with the doctor I was telling you about. Would that be alright with you?"

"I think so."

"Okay. His name is Chad Thomas. He's the founder of the community I've been telling you about. I got in touch with him when I left you. He's available to speak now. Again, if you're okay with doing so. Are you?"

"I am."

"Good."

Tim Wilson reached for the telephone on his desk and punched a button, turning on speaker phone. Then he punched another number and another phone could soon be heard ringing, making its sound over the wire.

A voice soon greeted the room. "Chad Thomas."

"Hey, Chad, it's me again. I have Brenden Wells with me. He would like to speak with you."

"Hello, Brenden. How are you?"

"Hello, Doctor Thomas."

"I'll get right to the point, Brenden. Tim tells me you might be interested in coming to live in the Community. Is that correct?"

"Possibly. I would like to hear more about it. How it works. I guess everything you can tell me," Brenden ended.

"I can do that. Actually, it would be better if you could come here for a tour. It would be much easier if you did. There's really too much information to pass along over the telephone. Would you be interested and if so, when would be a good time for you?"

"Anytime is good for me," Brenden assured this new doctor. "I teach school, and I'm out for summer break."

A rattling sound came over the telephone wire. Brenden guessed the doctor was checking his calendar. The man finally said, "This is Tuesday, right? Would Thursday afternoon work for you?"

"I think so," Brenden answered.

"Good. Can you be here at two o'clock?"

"I don't see a problem," Brenden assured the man.

"Good. I'll be looking forward to visiting with you. By the way, Brenden, we have a guest cottage. Why don't you make plans to spend the night? Since you're coming so late in the day, it might be easier for you. That way, you won't be rushed. The more time you can take, the easier it will be to decide if the Community will work for you."

"That sounds like a plan," Brenden said.

"Great! I'll see you Thursday afternoon at two. Tim can give you directions on how to find me. I'm really looking forward to meeting you, Brenden. The Community is very secluded for reasons you will understand when get here. Just follow Tim's directions, and you won't have any trouble. See you Thursday afternoon, Brenden."

The Community Founder told his medical friend good bye, and the connection was broken.

"I'm very glad you're at least going to look into this prospect," Doctor Wilson told Brenden. "I want to assure you of one very important thing. Chad Thomas is very good at what he does. If you feel that you can trust me, I guarantee you will feel the same way with Chad."

The doctor reached into a desk drawer and pulled a sheet of paper out. He handed it to Brenden.

"This is a map. It will show you exactly how to find Chad's Community. There's a telephone number at the bottom of the page. You can call if you find yourself lost. As Chad said, it's well secluded. If you follow the map, I don't think you will have any trouble finding it."

Tim Wilson stood to his feet. He reached across the desk and shook Brenden's hand. "I want you to remain in touch, Brenden," the doctor told him. "Should you decide to move into Chad's Community, we will definitely see each other. I'm usually there once a month. I come for a weekend, mainly to assist Chad if there are any medical situations or questions the residents might have or want a second opinion."

Brenden took the map from the doctor. "Thank you so much, Doctor Wilson. You've given me a lot to think about."

"Just one parting word, Brenden. Remember, our bodies are the way they are for a reason. I don't know if you believe in a Creator, but I do. And I truly believe we have been ordained in the way we are because we are special. We should never be ashamed of our bodies. In your case, for instance, I firmly believe you have an abundance of body hair for a reason. Rather than be ashamed, be proud of the fact. I can tell you this up front. That is what Chad will talk to you about, and he will expect you to feel the same way should you decide to move into his community. Perhaps not at first. It may take you a while to come around to his way of thinking and teaching. Just be proud, Son."

The doctor squeezed Brenden's hand. "Let me know what you decide to do."

Saying that, Doctor Wilson led Brenden out of his office and to the door leading to the parking lot.

"Good luck, Brenden! Perhaps I'll see you again in a month or so."

Chapter Two

Brenden pulled to the side of the road and picked up the map on the seat beside him. He took a few minutes to study it. Then he dropped it on the seat and pulled out onto the road. Doctor Wilson had been correct in saying this community he was looking for was very secluded. To Brenden, it seemed as if the Community was at a dropping off place somewhere out in the middle of nowhere.

The next side road he came to, Brenden checked for a road sign. When he found it, he checked to make sure it was the one he was looking for. It was. He turned right off the main highway and slowly made his way down a narrow, dusty road. A fairly rough road as well, he soon discovered.

Following the map closely, Brenden soon came to an iron gate. The gate was locked. There was a speaker on a metal post. A sign was there telling him to push the "operator" button.

That's what he did.

A voice soon came through the speaker. "May I help you?"

"Yes, I'm Brenden Wells. I have an appointment with Doctor Thomas."

"Brenden. Welcome! I'm Doctor Thomas. I'll open the gate for you. Just follow the road. It will bring you to me."

The heavy gate soon retreated back, inviting Brendon inside the grounds.

Brenden drove slowly through the gate, noticing it swung shut behind him. He drove down the road cautiously, focusing on the narrow lane before him . Ten minutes later he found himself parked in front of a pleasant looking building. As he got out of the car, the door to the building opened and a man wearing a brown robe came out to greet him.

"Hello, Brenden. I'm Chad Thomas." The man greeted Brenden with a warm hand shake.

As Brenden took the man's hand, he couldn't help but notice his greeter's eyes. They were the color of dark chocolate brown, matching the hair on his head.

"Hello, Doctor Thomas," Brenden said returning the firm hand shake.

He followed the doctor to the door of the building. Once they reached it, Chad Thomas opened it and stepped back, inviting Brenden inside the building.

The doctor told Brenden to follow him, and they were soon in what he supposed was the doctor's office.

"Have a seat, Brenden," the doctor said indicating a chair.

Once behind his desk, the doctor said, "Now, first things first. While it's true I am a doctor, I would much prefer you addressing me as Chad." He gave Brenden a warm smile, which broke what little tension Brenden was feeling.

"Now, Brenden, tell me why you are here. Why did Tim think this Community might be good for you?"

"I thought Doctor Wilson filled you in," Brenden replied.

"He gave me enough general information to see if I thought Hairy Town would be a good place for you to live."

A smile formed on Brenden's face. "Hairy Town?"

Chad Thomas also smiled. "I think you will soon see the relevance of the name. Now, talk to me."

Brenden told this new doctor the same thing he had told Doctor Wilson. He explained about his time growing up and what he had endured in school because of his hairy body. All the time he was talking, Chad sat quietly behind his desk, listening to everything Brenden was telling him.

When Brenden had finished describing what he thought his problem was, h sat back in his chair, waiting for the new doctor to speak.

At first, Chad seemed lost in thought. Finally he said, "Brenden, I can understand completely what you have gone through during your school years."

"Excuse me, sir. I don't mean to correct you, but how can you know? I don't think anyone can fully understand my situation or what I might have gone through growing up."

Another pause. Then Chad said, "I can show you how I know. If you're alright with it," he added.

Still not believing the doctor, Brenden said, "Show me."

Chad Thomas slowly pushed his chair back and stood up. He untied the belt and allowed his robe to open.

For the first time in his life, Brenden's eyes focused on a body of another man that was as hairy as he was. Sitting before the man, he couldn't help but noticed the dark brown hair creeping past the opening to the neck of the robe. Now, with the robe pulled back, Brenden was eyeing the man's furry body. Dark brown hair ran coarsely down the doctor's body, running from his neck, down his stomach, thick bush, furry balls, and legs. And probably feet as well. Brenden couldn't tell from where he was sitting.

Chad turned around and faced the wall behind his desk. He let the robe drop to the floor. His back, ass and legs were all covered in thick brown curls.

Turning back around, Chad took a seat once more. He didn't bother to put his robe back on.

"Now, can you see why I think I might understand how you feel, Brenden? I can assure you that during my younger school years I had to put up with pretty much the same cruel remarks and jokes as you?"

Discovering he was speechless, Brenden could only nod.

"My early school years and what I had to put up with is exactly what helped me to come up with the idea for the Community. I decided there had to be others out there just like me. I don't know about you, but I feel pretty sure most of the guys in the locker room thought I was a freak. A hairy freak. Because of that, it took me a long time to realize that I was just as important and normal as any of those shits in the locker room. Pardon the language, but that's what they were."

"I agree, Doctor Thomas. They were shits. And they treated me like shit."

The doctor behind the desk leaned forward and crossed his arms. "Let's get something straight right here and now. Yes, I am Doctor Thomas. However, to the adults in the Community, I am Chad. Please remember that."

"Alright...Chad."

"Judging from my body, I take it you can see where the name Hairy Town comes from."

"I'm beginning to see."

"Tim tells me that you teach high school."

"Yes."

"Would you believe the Community needs just that? A teacher, I mean."

"You have a school here?"

Chad gave a nod and said, "We do. Currently we have fifteen students enrolled for the fall semester."

"Are they residents?"

Chad assured him they were. "Because of what I went through as a young boy/man, just like you, I realized I needed to do something to help `our kind' accept who we are."

"And you need someone to teach them?" Brenden couldn't keep the look of surprise that suddenly appeared on his face.

"Well, yes. Actually the Community already has one teacher. His name is Tom Varney. In fact, he was hired at the end of last school year. If you decide to take the job, you both will be new members to the Community family. He's around your age I should think. How old are you, Brenden?"

"I'll turn 26 this fall. This will be my 3rd year to teach."

"I believe Tom is around 30. He comes to the Community with five years teaching experience."

"If I'm to address you as Chad', you must call me Bren'. That's what most people do."

"Very well, Bren."

Bren watched as the man sitting behind the desk opened a large note book.

"Here's what I'm going to do, Bren. I'm going to give you some information about the Community and what its purpose is, followed by some important rules. When I'm finished, you can decide if the Community is for you. Okay?"

Bren remained silent, giving the doctor a nod with his head.

"As I told you, I have always had the same problems you have concerning my body and how hairy it is. In college I roomed with Tim. I made no secret about how my body distressed me. I tried shaving, even to one point waxing...which I will never ever recommend anyone to do. Nothing I tried really worked for me and only left me depressed and feeling alone and rejected.

"After a few years of private practice, with Tim's help I came up with the idea of having a community for other men like me. Tim was the one to suggest I consider opening it up for high school young men. I knew enough about legal shit that I had to be very careful how I worked that out.

"I searched and found a very trustworthy lawyer. We worked together as I put the wheels into motion. In fact, Brad Stevens is on staff here, and you will meet him later today.

"Okay, that's enough of my back ground. Let's address the purpose of the Community. Its sole purpose is to help each and every one of its residents to accept, adjust, and finally come to love and appreciate their body just the way the Creator made them.

Chad stopped and looked across the desk at Bren. "Do you have any questions? I realize I'm dropping an awful lot on you at once."

"You refer to a `Creator'. Are you referring to God?"

"In a way, I guess I am. For me, I believe there is a God. Others might not agree. That's not for me to judge. And, not for them to judge me either. Everyone has to believe how they believe. Everyone, though, has to believe something or someone had to create us. Yes, I know, our parents brought us into the world. I think I'm getting off point and expressing my own belief. The reason I say Creator' is like I said, something had to create us. Hence, the reference to Creator'."

"I'm good with that," Bren assured him.

"Great. Now, as I `m sure you know, every establishment has to have rules for the good of said establishment, as well as the people living inside it."

Chad took a sheet of paper from the binder on the desk and handed it to Bren. "Here is a list of the Community rules. I want you to read over them and tell me if you have any issues."

Bren took the paper and began reading. 1. New residents are allowed to wear a robe for up to 1 week after arrival to the Community. After that, no robes were allowed. 2. Each new resident would have a Mentor assigned to them to help them get acclimated to the Community's way of living. 3. Each resident will have a paying job in order to purchase personal items. All other expenses paid by the Community. 4. Students work 20 hours a week, after school/ and weekens. Adults, 40. 5. Residents can have visitors on Saturdays only. The visit takes place in the conference room. That is the only day a resident may wear street clothes. If needed, a meal will be available to a resident and his guests. 6. Absolutely no sexual act or acts out in the open. 7. Every resident will be treated with the upmost respect. 8. Once a month a meeting will be chaired by Chad. This is a required meeting. 9. No shaving allowed, other than facial. Also head may be shaved if desired. All other body hair must be allowed to grow of its free will.

When Bren had finished reading, he placed the paper on Chad's desk.

"Any questions?" Chad asked.

Bren shook his head. "It's pretty straight forward, I think."

"For now, I have one last question. I don't mean to insult your intelligence, but what does #6 tell you?"

Bren picked the paper up once more and found the rule Chad was referring to. He read it one more time.

"Again, pretty straight forward. No sex is no sex."

"You're correct. However, allow me to discuss this. Of all the rules, this is the one that is most misunderstood. At least that's what I'm told."

Chad paused, grinned, and continued, saying, "We're all guys around here. One way or another, we're going to seek sexual release. It's only natural. However, there are places that are acceptable and places that are not. Public buildings, such as businesses is not the place. However, we do have a gym, which has a nice swimming pool and hot tub. If things take place there, that's a different story. However, there are rules to follow, so please make yourself aware of what they are.

"Bren, let me assure you. I do not see any problem where you are concerned on this matter. I feel I know that I can trust you to act the way an adult should. I hope that you know that."

"I do," Bren assured the man.

"Good. Now, how would you like the million dollar tour of the place?" Chad stood up behind his desk.

Chad pointed to a door to the left of his desk. "Go through that door. You'll find a clean robe hanging on a wall hook. There are lockers where you can leave your clothes, wallet and any other personal items. For now, that also includes your cell phone. There's a lock on the locker. Lock it and come back to my office. When you leave, I'll give you a key so you can get your things."

Bren went into the next room and shucked his clothes off. Stashing his things inside the locker, he snapped the lock in place. Standing thoroughly naked, he almost returned to Chad's office nude. As he thought it over, he decided until he knew the real lay of the land, he had better do as he had been instructed. He snatched the robe from the hook and put it on. Wrapping the belt around him, he made a knot and returned to Chad's office.

Chad gave him a grin. "Well, the robe becomes you."

"To be honest, I entertained for a bit about returning naked. I decided, however, until I know what really is accepted here, I would do as you told me."

Chad walked over to him. "May I give you a hug, Bren?"

"Of course."

The older man wrapped his arms around Bren and hugged him close. Even though he had put his own robe back on, Bren thought he could feel a hard cock underneath the brown material. The thought made his own dick chub up.

"We greet everyone in the Community with a hug. At least the first time we see them each day. If you feel the need, you may do it as many times as you wish."

"You wear your robe when you leave your office?"

"Usually, no, I don't. The rule is as long as outside weather is decent, we remain nude. However, when new prospects come and look us over, we usually dress for the occasion."

"I see."

Chad opened his office door and motioned for Bren to follow him.

"I want to introduce you to Brad Stevens. He's just down the hall. He's the lawyer for the Community. He keeps me on my toes and out of the courts."

Chad grinned and led the way down the hall, Bren following at his heels.

HAIRY EVER AFTER

Chapter Three

About midway down the hall, Chad stopped before an open door. He stuck his head inside and greeted a man sitting behind a desk.

"Hey, Brad. Got a minute?"

The man stood up and walked around a desk. Like Chad and Bren, he, too, was wearing a brown robe.

"Come in," he invited.

"Brad, this is the young man I was telling you about. His name is Brenden Wells. He goes by Bren."

The two men shook hands.

"Any legal question you could possibly have, Brad's your man," Chad assured Bren.

Brad shook his head and said, "I don't know about that. Still, I do my best. I take it Chad's giving you the million dollar tour?"

"He is." Bren immediately liked the Community lawyer.

"The Community serves its purpose well, as well as its residents." Brad smiled and added, "We hope you will like us enough to stay."

"I must admit, I'm liking what I see so far," Bren assured the lawyer.

"Do me a favor, Brad," Chad said. "Show Bren what you have in common with him."

"If you're saying you would like for me to disrobe, I can do that."

At Chad's nod, Brad Stevens untied his robe and let it fall to the floor. He stood before the other two completely nude.

Bren couldn't keep his eyes off the man. Although slightly lighter than the Community Founder, the lawyer was covered head to toe in thick brown hair. His face was smooth with the exception of a neatly trimmed moustache. Bren watched as the lawyer turned around, displaying his back and ass. Like the Founder, this man was fully carpeted as well.

Turning to Bren, the Founder said, "Let's remove our robes as well, Bren." Chad untied his robe and let it fall to the floor. Without hesitation, Bren followed suit. Suddenly three very hairy men were standing in the lawyer's office.

Brad walked over and said, "You are definitely one of us, my friend. Something tells me you will fit right in, should you decide to stay."

"What was one of the things I told you about the residents of the Community? What must they do at least once each day?" the Founder asked Bren.

"I believe it was to hug."

"Correct."

Without being told, Bren reached out and gave the young hairy lawyer a hug. Brad returned the action, even tighter than the one Chad had given earlier. The feel of another man's hairy body was enough to make Bren chub up a bit. He pulled back somewhat embarrassed.

"Don't do that," Chad said rather sharply. "Never ever feel ashamed or embarrassed because of another man's touch." Then in a softer tone, he added, "It's just the way things are. We are who we are and what we are. Our bodies are to be worshipped by ourselves as well as by others."

Chad walked over and drew the two of them into a major group hug. By the time the motion was broken, all three were showing signs of full hardons."

Chad took hold of his cock and said, "See, this is just how we are. However, I can tell you this. Once the newness wears off you will be able to walk around with constantly being hard."

"So you keep saying," Bren reminded, a grin spreading across his face.

Chad announced he had other people for Bren to meet. He gave Brad another hug before they left.

Brad also gave Bren one last hug and returned to his desk. "If you're staying the night, I'm sure I'll see you again, Bren. Eyeing the young teacher closely, he said, "I do hope you will decide to join us."

"It's looking quite promising," Bren said as he picked his robe up and followed Chad out into the hall.

When they reached the exit to the building, Chad stopped and turned around.

"Okay, here's the thing," he said. "Brad and I will probably be the only residents that you see wearing a robe. My rule is when I'm interviewing a prospective resident I throw one on. The reason being, I don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable. That's why we have the one week rule concerning that subject. By the end of the first week, usually sooner, a new resident is comfortable with the surroundings. That is, seeing naked guys as well as being naked themselves. Will you be okay with this today?"

Feeling brave, Bren opened his robe and flashed the Founder. "Do I look as if it will bother me?"

Chad looked down and saw that Bren was about halfway hard once again. Smiling, he said, "Well, you do look bothered. However, I think it's the sort of bother we expect from our residents."

Bren quickly pulled his robe together and tied the belt, and the two men stepped into the bright sunshine.

"I think the gym would be a good place to start," Chad decided. "This time of day most of the residents will be there. Don Jefferson does a splendid job of running the gym. I want you to meet him whether or not other residents are there."

They soon came to a nice sized building, and Chad led the way inside. They came to a U shaped counter, where they were greeted by a nice looking blond guy.

"My name's Don Jefferson," the blond said reaching out to shake Bren's hand. "Welcome to our great and fabulous gym."

"Don, this is Bren Wells. He's thinking very seriously about joining our Community. He teaches school," Chad ended.

"Ah." A grin appeared on the blond guy's face. "Now I see. He's trying to requite you for the teaching job."

Don walked around the desk, displaying his naked hairy body. Grinning, he said, "I'm sure the Founder here has told you what one of the main rules are."

"Yes, I understand hugging is the rule of the day," Bren replied. He stepped forward and dropped his robe to the floor and placed his arms around Don's furry body.

Don did the same. He pressed his hands against Bren's lower back and pulled Bren close to him.

The hug with Don had the same affect on Bren as it had with Brad Stevens. He felt his cock chub up. He had never been hugged by so many hairy men in his life, and quite truthfully, he was enjoying it very much. It was exciting to feel another man's cock touching his body.

Breaking the hug, Bren said, "I know I'm not supposed to apologize for this." He looked down at his hardening dick.

"You're learning," Chad assured him.

"I suppose the Founder has told you that in time you will get use to the nakedness; that you won't always go around with a hardon. I'll tell you this. It's always exciting to see a handsome man walking around in his natural state."

"True," Chad agreed. "However, I do hope that if Bren takes the teaching position he won't be standing before his students with a hardon. At least during class time," he added with a smile.

"Understandable," Don said.

"Is anyone using the gym this afternoon?" Chad asked.

"A few students are here," Don told the Founder.

"Good. Let's go in and introduce you," Chad said to Bren.

When Bren reached for his robe, Chad stopped him. "If you're okay with it, I think you should meet them without a robe. For now, I'm not going to tell them you might be their teacher. I won't do that until you make a decision. However, as a prospective resident, they won't think it unusual for you to be nude. I'll join you."

Chad removed his robe and gave it to Don. Bren did the same.

As they made their way inside the large gym, Bren whispered, "What if I get hard. In front of prospective students would be embarrassing, no matter what you may think or say."

"Just don't think about it," Chad told him. "You'll be alright."

Inside they discovered four young men going through a workout. Like the adults, these students were also naked.

"I'll introduce you," Chad said. "Only first names for now. I fear we're bogging you down with too much information as it is."

Chad called out, "Hey, guys, come over here a moment. I want to introduce you to a new prospective resident."

Four young men stopped what they were doing and came over to join the two men. Bren couldn't keep his eyes off their young hairy bodies. They so reminded him of himself at that age. He suddenly felt grateful that, unlike him, these young men had a place to help them become comfortable with the type of body they each had.

As each one came forward, Chad introduced them by their first names. "Cole. Jaren Lamont. Darren. I want you guys to give Bren here a warm Hairy Town greeting."

One by one the boys came up and gave Bren a tight hug. Bren returned the same, enjoying each one's touch in a different way. He tried hard not to chub up, and he did a fairly good job. That is until Darren, the last one was hugging him. He suddenly felt his cock thicken. He was embarrassed and quickly stepped back. He felt his face turning hot.

Cole, the first one that had hugged him first grinned. "Don't be embarrassed," he said. "It happens to the best of us."

Bren studied that young man. Cole, like the other boys, was covered head to toe in thick body hair. His was dark brown."

"It's a definite plus living in the Community," Lamont, an Africa American boy, said.

"I'm glad you guys have this Community," Bren told them. "I don't know about you, but my high school years, even my middle school ones were very emotional. You wouldn't believe the names I've been called."

Jaren, a young man covered from head to toe in dark red hair smiled. "Oh, I think we have a pretty good idea."

"Hope you will decide to stay with us," Cole said giving Bren a smile.

"We'll let you guys get back to your exercise," Chad told the four. "There's a few more guys I want to introduce to Bren.

"It was nice meeting you, Bren," Darren said giving the teacher another hug. "Hope to see you around."

"Same here," Bren answered.

They picked their robes up from the front desk, gave one last hug to Don and left the building. This time they carried their robes over their arms, rather than wearing them. Bren had assured Chad that he didn't have a problem walking around naked.

"Yeah, I don't think you're going to need the 1 week rule. That is, if you decide to join us," Chad added.

"I'm still in the thinking mode, Chad. However, as of this moment, I'm about 75 percent sure that I will be moving here."

"Good. We'd be blessed to have you on our staff. Speaking of that." Chad paused before going on. Then, "There is one rule that is not in the actual rule book, but one that must be followed without any exception. One I can't express enough."

"Let me say what I think it is. As a teacher, I can never be involved with a student. Sexually, that is. Correct?"

"Very correct," Chad agreed. "It's a rule that all staff members must adhere to. You have no idea of the legal issues that could evolve if that was allowed. Even the students that are eighteen must be avoided in that way. The four you just met? They are all eighteen. If they choose to play around with each other, we just sort of overlook that. Even the seventeen year olds are allowed to play with each other. No seventeen year old should ever be permitted to mess around with one of the eighteen year olds. If they do, they get one warning. If it happens again, well, let's just say we've never had that happen. And I hope to hell we never do. I would hate to have to suspend a student. I don't think I could stand to have any of them face the problems of a public school."

"What about after the student's graduate?" Bren asked. "If they remain in the Community?"

"Out of school, age eighteen is a different story. As long as it's handled in a professional way and with respect," Chad answered.

"Hopefully that would always be the case," Bren remarked.

"I hope you're right," Chad agreed.

They stopped in front of another building. There was a sign on the front that identified the building as "Post Office".

"Let's go inside and I'll introduce you to Jeff Maxwell. He works in this building two or to three hours a day."