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Chapter Forty-Nine
Parker crawled onto the bed next to Bren. "I've been wondering when I might see you."
Bren pulled the social worker into a tight hug. For a moment neither of them spoke. Bren's thick black chest hair pressed hard into Parker's furry stomach. They both took a minute to enjoy their hairy connection. Bren was the first to speak.
He pulled back and grinned at the man. "Parker, I am so ready to feel your dick inside my ass. Are you ready to fuck me?"
"As you are so fond of saying, does the bear –"
"Shit in the woods?" Bren finished.
"Getting hard just thinking about pushing inside you."
Bren eyed the man's dick. It was hard and standing tall, surrounded by a mass of thick curly black crotch hair. He reached over and stroked it a few times.
Parker moaned. "I do enjoy fucking your hairy ass."
"How do you want to fuck me?"
Parker told him to get on his knees. Bren complied and watched as Parker hastily put a rubber on his hard cock. When he felt gel being pushed inside him, Bren shivered.
"Are you cold?"
Bren turned his head so that he could see Parker. "Hell, no. Just excited thinking about your monster cock abusing my ass."
A moment later Bren watched as Parker gave the bottle a toss and got on his knees behind him. Bren felt a hand on one of his ass cheeks. When the tip of Parker's dick kissed Bren's hairy entry, a thick drop of pre cum oozed from the tip of his cock. It formed a thick strand and slowly travelled downward until it reached the bed sheet.
Bren felt Parker push the head of his dick inside him and heard the man take a deep breath. Bren also took a quick breath as he felt the walls of his ass greet Parker's swollen cock. Bren wanted more, so he pushed hard back into the social worker's hairy crotch. The action caused Parker's dick to slam hard against Bren's prostate.
"God, yes," Bren moaned. "Fuck me, Parker!"
Bren felt a hand on each ass cheek. Parker pulled his body backward until his black bush was scratching Bren's furry ass.
"Your ass is so fucking hot," Parker groaned.
As the social worker began fucking him, Bren wrapped a hand around his dripping cock and began to slowly stroke it. He stroked. Parker fucked. Stroke. Fuck. Stroke. Fuck. Cock fisting. Ass fucking.
Parker suddenly cried out, "I'm going to cum!"
Bren felt the man's cock shudder as it shot the first jet of cum into the rubber. Bren continued jacking his dick as cum erupted from Parker's dick and filled the rubber with cum.
When Parker's balls were emptied of their cum, he remained inside Bren's ass. He watched as the teacher continued to jack off. Bren still hadn't shot a load, and Parker could see a frustrated look beginning to show on the teacher's face. He slowly pulled out of Bren's wet slippery ass.
"Get on your back, Bren."
Bren fell to the bed on his back. His fist was still wrapped around his cock, and Parker could see that the teacher was really upset.
Parker lay next to him. He looked into Bren's eyes and gave him a smile. Then he leaned over and placed his lips on Bren's mouth. The kiss started out very gentle, but the longer it lasted, the gentleness was replaced with a strong passion. As he continued kissing, Parker's hand began to travel through the mass of black fur on Bren's chest. He gave a gentle squeeze to each of the teacher's nipples, and the action brought a moan out of Bren. His fingers continued traveling downward until they reached Bren's wet ass. Parker pushed one finger inside and began finger fucking Bren.
Bren moaned as the social worker began working his ass.
Parker worked a second and then a third digit inside, and Bren's moans became louder. His fist, still wrapped around his cock, he began jacking faster.
"Let me, Bren."
Parker wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft of Bren's cock. As he began jacking, the social worker went in for another kiss. When he worked his tongue inside Bren's mouth, the teacher's body began shaking. Parker felt Bren's dick leap between his fingers.
Bren pulled his mouth away. "I'm going to shoot, Parker!"
Both men watched as a thin rope of cum shot from Bren's cock.
Bren groaned as the last skinny rope came out. "Fuck, Parker. That was intense"
Parker smiled and said, "I always thought my kisses might be powerful, but now I know for certain they are."
"Hey, guys."
The two on the bed looked up and discovered Rob standing in the doorway. They watched as the counselor entered the bedroom.
Parker sat up and smiled. "I guess that's my clue to leave." He reached down and gave Bren's dick a gentle tug. "Next time I want that hairy monster in my ass."
"Soon, Parker. Very soon."
As the social worker left the room, Rob took his place on the bed beside Bren. "Hey, you."
Bren smiled. "Hey."
"Have you enjoyed the evening?"
"Very much, Rob."
"How about your visit with Marshall? How did that go?"
"Very intense," Bren answered.
"I knew that you would enjoy your time with the judge."
Bren grinned. "Something tells me that you're already spent some time with the man."
"I have. Now, however, I'm with you. It's your ass that's on my mind, not Marshall's."
Bren wrapped his arms around Rob and pulled the counselor to him. The kiss they shared caused Rob's dick to get hard. As they kissed, Bren felt it moving slowly through the fur on his lower belly. He reached down between them and wrapped his fingers around it.
"I think he's ready to fuck my ass."
"More than ready," Rob whispered. "Stay on your back. I want to see your face when I fuck your ass."
Bren spread his legs a part and watched as Rob took a rubber and lube from the table. When the counselor covered his thick cock with the condom, it caused a stir in Bren's dick. When Rob crawled between his legs and began pushing some fresh gel into his ass, Bren's cock grew harder.
Rob threw the bottle down and grinned. "Are you ready for my dick?"
Bren placed a hand on the man's chest. The thick brown curls tickled his fingers. "God, yeah, Rob. Fuck my ass."
As Rob slid inside him, Bren was a little surprised to feel a bit of tenderness.. "Well," he thought, "there have been a few dicks up there tonight."
"Everything alright?"
"Oh, yeah. Fuck me!"
As Rob slowly fucked him, Bren felt the counselor's mass of brown pubic hair scratching him. The action caused his dick to finish getting hard. He wrapped his fingers around his dick and stroked it. It felt tender, and he pulled his hand away. Seeing the bottle of lube next to him, he reached for it. Squeezing some out, he spread it on his cock. This time when he stroked, it felt much better to him. Definitely made it feel better, he decided.
Bren continued jacking as Rob attacked his ass. Each time the man hit Bren's prostate, it made his cock feel good. So good that in fact, that Bren thought he would soon cum.
Rob moaned and began fucking harder. Each time he slammed into Bren's ass, he was closer to shooting his load. The harder Rob fucked, the faster Bren jacked.
Bren felt the cock inside him begin shaking, and he realized Rob was about to shoot a load of cum.
"Close, Bren," Rob warned.
"Do it! Shoot your load, Rob."
Oh! God!"
Bren felt the first jet of man cream shoot from Rob's cock. He jacked harder, but something strange happened. The warning feeling of an approaching orgasm suddenly went away. His dick softened a bit and suddenly felt very tender.
Rob had finished cumming, but his cock remained inside Bren's ass. He looked down and asked, "Is everything okay, Bren?"
Bren let go of his soft dick. "I'm so sorry, Rob."
"Sorry? Whatever for?"
Bren looked at his cock. Completely soft now, it lay in the middle of his mass of black pubes. "I guess there's only so much cum my balls can produce."
Rob lowed his body so that he could give Bren a kiss. Then he said, "Bren, you have nothing to apologize for. My God, I cannot begin to imagine how much jism your balls have produced tonight. If anyone needs to apologize, it should be me."
"What the hell do you have to be sorry for? You just gave my ass an awesome fucking."
"Because of the pleasure you've given to me, and I couldn't make you cum."
"Don't be ridiculous, Rob. Maybe I couldn't shoot a load, but feeling your dick in my ass was wonderful. You hit all of the right spots." Bren took hold of his dick. "I guess this thing is petered out. Literally," he added with a sigh.
Rob pulled out and rolled over to the bed beside Bren. He hugged the teacher to him, and smiling, he said, "Bren, do not knock yourself down. You have done nothing to be sorry for." He gave Bren a gentle kiss.
"Hey, guys," Chad greeted.
Rob gave Bren a parting kiss. "It's time for me to move on, Bren. I loved fucking you. Please promise me that you won't beat yourself up over this. It's been a busy night for you. He's all yours, Founder." Rob rolled off the bed and exited the room.
Chad got on the bed with a look of concern on his face and asked, "Did someone upset you, Bren?"
"No."
"I feel like something did happen. Please tell me."
Bren's face turned red. "Well, sort of. Actually, it bothered me a lot."
"Please tell me, Bren."
Bren admitted to the man his failure to cum.
Chad pulled the teacher to him. "Is that all?" Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, he added, "Hell, Bren, you've been enjoying sex for what?" Chad looked at the clock on the bedside table. "Four hours? God, Bren, you've shot a shitload of cum."
Bren remained silent.
Chad left the bed and walked over to the door. Looking around the outer room, he saw that everyone was enjoying sex in one way or another. Not addressing anyone in particular, he said, "I'm closing this door. Please allow Bren and me some privacy." He shut the door and returned to the bed. He wrapped his arms around the teacher and whispered, "I apologize, Bren, for what I just said. I know how important it is for a man to cum. No one knows that more than me. However, as I just said, there is only so much spunk a man's balls can produce. You've spent the entire evening having sex."
Bren kissed the man. "I appreciate what you're saying." A hint of a smile appeared on his face.
"What happened to you, Bren, does not mean that you failed your partner, and especially yourself."
Bren gave the man another kiss. "Maybe I can't cum, but you can certainly fuck my ass."
Chad smiled tenderly at the teacher. "Perhaps I will later. Right now, I want to hold you. Would you be okay with that?"
Bren snuggled closer to the Founder's hairy body. The mat of brown curls on the man's chest gave him comfort.
The two had snuggled for almost an hour when Bren felt his cock crawling through his black pubes. A surprised look appeared on his face.
"I believe I feel something moving between us," Chad grinned.
"I guess there is life in him after all. Are you ready to fuck me?"
"I'm always ready to fuck you, Bren." The Founder reached between them and wrapped his fingers around Bren's growing cock. "This time, I think you should fuck me. Would that be okay with you?"
Bren's dick reacted to Chad's words. He pulled back, both men saw how hard Bren's cock really was. It was behaving as if it was about to fuck for the first time that evening.
Chad laughed. "I'll assume that your answer is `yes'."
Bren gave the man a quick hug. "Thank you, Chad."
"Whatever for?"
"For being you. For being such a great friend."
Their snuggling was different this time. Bren kissed every inch of the Founder's hairy body, from the man's neck down to his balls. Everywhere his tongue travelled, Bren's tongue left a wet trail in Chad's brown fur. When he reached the point of needing to fuck, Bren told the Founder to get on his knees. Once Chad's furry brown ass was winking at him, Bren leaned forward and planted a kiss on the man's lower back. Then using his tongue once more, he made another wet trail along Chad's hairy crack. He made several trips through the furry ass crack and left the brown hairs matted to the Founder's skin. When he decided that he had given enough attention to the hairy crack, Bren began circling the hairy entrance to Chad's asshole. He loved the tickling sensation the little brown hairs were giving his tongue.
Bren pulled back and allowed his eyes to focus on Chad's hairy wet hole. "Such a beautiful ass," he thought. The fur that grew thickly around the Founder's entrance created a stronger excitement in Bren. He leaned down once more, and with his nose planted in Chad's furry crack, pushed his tongue inside.
"Fuck!" Chad cried out.
Bren continued fucking the man with his tongue until saliva dripped heavily off his chin. The more he fucked with his tongue, the louder Chad moaned. Bren decided that his tongue had fucked enough. It was time for the Founder to feel the real thing. Reaching for the lube and a condom, Bren brought the two items back to the bed with him.
Chad turned his head so that he could see Bren's face. "I hope to God that you're going to fuck me now. I've enjoyed your tongue, but your dick is going to feel so much better inside my ass."
Bren pulled the rubber from the foiled package and covered his cock, making sure it was secured all the way down to his bush. Then he squeezed a large amount of slippery gel into the palm of his hand. He worked most of it into Chad's ass. Then he used the rest to coat his cock. He threw the bottle on the bed and placed the tip of his slippery dick against Chad's hairy hole.
"I'm so ready for you to fuck me, Bren." The Founder shivered when he felt Bren push his cockhead inside. Ahh! Fuck my ass, Bren!"
Bren buried his hairy cock deep inside Chad's ass. The man's brown body hair connected with Bren's thick black bush, and suddenly the two men became one. Bren slowly removed his dick from the Founder's body and pushed it back in immediately. After about a dozen or so fuck thrusts, he began thrusting harder. When his cock tapped Chad's love nut, the Founder moaned and reached for his dick.
"My God, Bren. You know where the right places are in my ass. If you keep hitting those spots, you're going to make me cum."
Bren's answer was a groan. He began pounding Chad hard. The harder he fucked, the faster Chad jacked.
Chad pushed his ass into Bren's black hairy bush. The second push he gave brought another groan out of Bren.
"Shit! I'm cumming," Bren warned.
"Fuck, me, too."
Bren's cock erupted first, and Chad quickly followed behind him. Each time a jet of cream flew out of Bren's dick, Chad shot a rope out onto the bedsheet. Bren kept on fucking until his balls were empty. When the last spurt had landed in the rubber, he leaned over and gave Chad's back a hug and kissed it.
"Thank you, Chad."
Chad forced the muscles in his ass to clamp down on Bren's cock. The action caused Bren's body to shiver.
"Why the hell did you do that?"
Chad laughed. "To show you how much I enjoyed the fucking you just gave me."
Bren smiled. "I guess we're even, because fucking your ass is always awesome. You know how to drive me out of my fucking mind."
Bren slowly pulled his cock out of Chad's well-used ass. He carefully removed the rubber from his dick and gave it a toss. It landed in the trash can next to the bed. He grinned. "I think your trash can is getting full."
Chad fell to the bed on his back and pulled Bren with him. "Music to my ears. A full trash container just shows me how much you have enjoyed this evening."
Bren went into the Founder's arms. "Trust me, my ass assures me that I have had a great night."
"So, Bren, are you okay?"
"I am."
"That makes me really happy," Chad smiled. "Let's stay here for a while. When I closed the door, everyone in my living room was either fucking or getting fucked. Let's leave them to their business for the time being."
"Suits me just fine." Bren pulled Chad closer and added, "I love snuggling with you, Chad."
The room became silent as the two men lay in each other's arms. The Founder's touch was soothing to Bren, and he found himself drifting off to sleep. Suddenly he felt lips on his mouth. He opened his eyes and discovered Chad kissing him.
The Founder smiled and said, "I could stay here the rest of the night with you in my arms, but, I am the host. So, I suppose I should be getting back to my host duties." The two shared one last kiss and crawled off the bed.
Chad opened the door, and the two stepped into Chad's living room. They looked around the room and saw that no one was fucking. All of the men were sitting around the room on the carpeted floor.
"Welcome back, you two," Brad greeted.
"I guess you guys wanted a private party," Tim remarked with a grin.
"We did," Chad answered. "And I, for one, really enjoyed it."
Bren echoed the Founder's words and smiled.
It wasn't long before the party showed signs of coming to an end. Hugs were shared around the room. Bren and, Tom, along with Rob and Parker, claimed their robes from the table. They covered their bodies and walked to the door.
Chad thanked them for coming. "See you guys in the morning."
When Bren had given a hug to Tim, he had whispered into the doctor's ear, "I get the feeling we're the only ones leaving."
Tim's response had been, "Yeah, it seems as if someone--"He poked Bren with a finger. "Someone, namely you, kept Chad from spending the evening in his bed. He's asked that Brad, Marshall and me to share his bed before we leave."
"Going to be a bit crowded, I would think."
As the four men walked in the direction of their dorm, Tom asked, "You think those guys are going to spend the rest of the night fucking?"
"I think it's a good possibility," Rob answered.
"Oh that subject." Parker placed an arm around the counselor's robe-covered back, "Would you care to spend what's left of the night with me in my bed?"
Rob shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "I probably shouldn't. We all have to be in the cafeteria early. It's Sunday," he reminded. "Hell, I've never been known to turn sex down. Sure, I'll come with you."
Tom laughed. "You're going to come alright, Rob. C – u – m that is"
"I think we can working something out," Parker agreed..
"Don't you mean work in?" Bren teased.
When they reached the dorm, the four men exchanged good night hugs. Rob and Parker disappeared around the corner of the building, and Bren opened the door to his apartment. Tom followed him inside.
"I can't believe that you are actually going to allow me to spend the night with you. What will the children think?" Tom asked. He shucked his robe off and tossed it to the back of the sofa.
Bren removed his robe, and picking Tom's up, he placed them both on the wall hook. "Don't get used to it," he answered turning around. "You do remember our decision on the matter?"
Tom laughed. "I think you made that decision."
"Shut up and come to bed. I have just the place for you to put that hairy thing swinging between your legs."
"Awesome, because it's not going to be swinging much longer." Tom took hold of his growing cock.
As Bren pulled his lover down on the bed, he grinned. "That's good, because only stiff objects are allowed to enter my hairy man cave."
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Chad contacted the church on Monday morning and set up a time for them to see the campground. He and his group were to meet someone from the church Tuesday afternoon at two o'clock at the property. Bren and Tom told their students Tuesday morning they were getting the afternoon off.
When Bren made the announcement to his class, Cole grinned. "Is this going to be another orgy?"
Bren's heart instantly beat a little faster. "Orgy?"
"Yeah, orgy," Darren added.
"What are you guys talking about?" A frown appeared on Bren's face.
"Well," Denny said, "Everyone in the dorm knows that you went to the Founder's cottage Saturday evening for a meal." He looked at the other students and said, "Everyone knows what all an invite from Chad is really about."
"Food and sex." Cole's grin became wider.
Bren took another breath and said, "Actually, yes, I did have dinner in Chad's cottage Saturday evening. For your information, business was discussed."
"Hell," Jaren said. "Business. Food. Fucking. Damn, that's what I call a fantastic way to spend an evening."
"Fucking lucky, is what I call it." Cole stood up and bowed to his teacher.
Bren had been perched on one corner of his desk. He stood up and said, "Do I critique your evenings?"
"Relax, Bren," Cole said. He walked around the room and stopped in front of his teacher. He gave his teacher a quick hug. "Sorry, Bren. We were only teasing. You're right, of course. Your business is not anyone else's concern. Sorry, man."
As Bren watched the student return to his seat, he suddenly felt a feeling of pride course through his body. He thought about what Cole had just said. To himself, he thought, "Damn, the kid is actually growing up." He smiled and walked around his desk. Looking up at the clock, he saw that it was almost noon. "Class dismissed. Enjoy your free afternoon."
Once his classroom was empty, Bren turned the lights out and hurried down the hall to his apartment. He hurried inside and took a quick shower. Drying his body, he went to his closet. Studying the clothes hanging on the rod, he said out loud, "I would have never dreamed that wearing clothes would ever feel odd to me."
He heard a door close and turned to see Tom standing in his living room. The man was wearing tan slacks and a dark blue shirt. A heavy winter coat was tossed over one shoulder. Tom grinned. "Clothes should be outlawed."
Bren reached for one of the hangers. He pulled a pair of black slacks off and tossed the hanger to the bed. "They are outlawed," he reminded. "At least here in the Community."
"But wouldn't it be great if we could leave the Community and go to the mall without being contained by the damned things?"
Bren selected a dress shirt and put it on. He buttoned it up and picked up his slacks from the bed. Stepping into them, he tucked his shirt in and zipped up.
"Whoa!" Tom walked over and gave Bren a hug. His hands travelled down his lover's back, not stopping until they reached on Bren's ass. He gave the covered cheeks a squeeze. "Going commando?"
"Fuck, its's bad enough we have to get dressed. I'll be goddamned if I'm going to wear undershorts, too."
Tom stepped back and placed a hand on the crotch of his tan slacks. "There's only one layer of clothing touching my jewels. My damned cock feels like it's in prison."
"There's sandwich stuff in the frige. Let's grab a quick bite before we go."
When they stepped out into the hallway a short time later, they discovered Rob and Parker walking around the corner of the building.
"I never knew that wearing clothes could make me feel so uncomfortable," Parker greeted.
Bren laughed. "I agree. Clothes make me feel as if my hands are tied to my body."
"Let's get going," Rob urged. "The sooner we do this, the quicker we can return and shed the damned things."
The four men put their coats on and left the building. The brisk February wind slapped them in the face as they hurried to the parking lot where the staff's vehicles were parked. Once there, they were greeted by Chad and Brad.
"Marshall and Tim are going to meet us there," Chad told them.
Bren, Tom and Parker rode in Rob's car, and Brad rode with the Founder. They followed Chad's vehicle during the forty minute drive to the deserted campground. When they reached their destination, Bren saw that Marshall Compton and Tim had already arrived. The two men and a stranger were standing beside one of the vehicles.
The stranger, whose name turned out to be Edgar Lane, greeted Chad. The Founder introduced the man to everyone and said, "Thank you, Mr. Lane, for taking the time to show us the property."
When the man asked why he was interested in buying the property, Chad explained, "I've been wanting to purchase a place to hold a summer camp for the students at my school for quite some time. I'm hoping that your church's campground will make that possible."
"What is the name of your school, Doctor Thomas?"
"Community School. It's a private school some forty miles south of here."
"I see."
Marshall Compton stepped forward. "You see, Mr. Lane, the students at Community School have been for one reason or another, removed from their home environment. I'm a judge for this state, and these boys are all under my jurisdiction."
"Are all of your students boys?" Lane asked.
"They are," Chad answered.
Lane was satisfied with Chad and Marshall's explanations. He asked, "Shall we get on, then? You might want to take your vehicles, because it's quite a ways to the actual buildings."
Riding in Rob's car, Bren suddenly grinned. "If Chad decides to buy this place, it's a good thing that it's hidden from the road."
"Meaning?" Parker asked.
"Meaning everyone here will be naked," Bren answered.
"Remember, the campground is five miles from the main highway," Rob reminded.
Bren shrugged his shoulders. "True, but there's bound to be a little traffic on the local road. Surely there are some farm houses on the road."
Rob parked his car beside the Founder's, and the four men got out and joined the others. Edgar Lane was already talking.
"The first building I'm going to show you is the Mess Hall. It consists of a large dining area and a commercial sized kitchen."
Lane put a key in the padlock that secured the building. Turning the key, he soon had the door unlocked. "I should warn you that should you decide to purchase the property, there will be a few repairs to make. These buildings haven't been used at all during the past six or seven years."
Entering the building, Bren discovered they were standing in a large room that contained tables lined up in two long rows. Benches were on both sides of the tables. There were windows on three sides of the big room. There were four sets of double windows on each side of the double doors. At one end of the room was a large fireplace. A wooden mantle was above it. Across the room was another door, and when they walked through it, they were in the kitchen. It wasn't a large room by any means, but Bren saw that it contained several items. On one wall was a refrigerator that looked to be at least fifty years old. On the opposite wall was an old fashioned cooking range. It had twelve burners and two ovens. On another wall was a long counter that ran the full length of the wall. Underneath the counter top there were doors that Bren supposed hid a storage area. On the opposite wall from the counter was a large cabinet containing three sinks. Two of the sinks were good sized and the third was quite a bit smaller.
"Over there," Lane said pointing to an opened door, "is the storeroom."
Inside the "storeroom" they saw it was empty except for two mop buckets and a dangerous looking hot water heater. There was also a door that served as a back exit of the building.
Lane led the men back into the kitchen. "Over here to the left of the range is the Cook's cabin."
The man opened the door and stepped to the side, allowing the men to view the room. One full sized bed and a small wooden dresser were the only two items of furniture in the room. An antique looking mirror hung on the wall above the dresser. Cobwebs were everywhere in the room.
"It's definitely been a while since anyone occupied this room," Brad commented.
"As I told you, the grounds haven't been used in years," Lane reminded.
The man gave them time to look the building over and then suggested they move on. He led them outside and over to another large building. Bren judged the second building to be a block or so away from the Mess Hall. Like the building they had just toured, this one was locked as well.
Lane unlocked the door and said, "This building was the boy's cabin when the grounds were used."
Entering the building, the first room they came to was not much more than an oversized hall. Two free standing closets were the only items in the room. Bren opened each one and thought, "It's a good thing we don't wear clothes. These closets should hold the one outfit we'll wear into the campground."
He closed the closet doors and joined the others in the next room. He listened as Edgar Lane explained this room was where the boy campers had slept. Looking around, Bren discovered four sets of bunk beds on each of the room's two walls. At the end of the long room were two twin beds.
When Lane reached the twin beds, he said, "In here is the shower room. Even though it doesn't look like it, this room is newer than the rest of the building."
The room contained one very large open shower stall with six showerheads. On one wall of the room were four commodes. On another were four lavatories. Above the sinks was a long mirror attached to the wall.. A water heater was in one corner of the room.
"That heater will definitely have to be replaced," Brad commented. "Chad, this would have to be removed out of here. We'd need to build an outside structure and run the water lines to the room."
They left the building and followed Lane to another structure about half a block from the boy's cabin. He unlocked the door and said, "This was the girl's cabin. It's identical to the Boy's."
Walking through the cabin, they discovered the man's words to be true. It was exactly the same as the one they had just seen. The restroom was also identical, and Brad made the same comment concerning the hot water heater.
Lane next took them to a smaller dwelling. He explained that it had been used as a tool shed. When they looked inside, they saw a small empty room. If it indeed had been used to store tools, none were there now.
Not lingering long inside this building, they followed Lane outside. He pointed across the grounds and said, "Over there is the tennis court."
Bren saw two poles that hadn't supported a net for many years. They were buried in concrete about half way down the length of a fairly decent cement court. He had a mental image of naked bodies moving across the court, and a smile appeared on his face.
"I see that smile, Brenden Wells," Tom whispered in his ear. "You're thinking about hairy dicks swinging on that court."
"Of course," Bren whispered back. "You know me too well."
Edgar Lane next pointed out the baseball field, but when they looked at the "field", it looked like a wide area of dirt. There was just a hint of where the bases might have been at one time.
The last building Lane took them to was the well house. When he opened the door, the group saw a water pump that had certainly seen better days. Like the appliances in the Mess Hall, the pump wasn't any different. It would definitely have to be replaced.
As Lane closed the door, he said, "Gentlemen, this concludes my tour of the property. Would you like another run through?"
"I think we're through, Mr. Lane," Chad told the man.
"Do you think this could work for you? For your school?"
"It's a definite possibility," Chad answered. "Can I get back with you, say, next Monday? That will give us a few days to discuss the matter."
Lane shrugged his shoulder. "Shouldn't be any problem."
Reaching the cars, Chad thanked Lane for taking the time to show them the property. "I'll give you a call by noon on Monday."
Bren's group got into Rob' vehicle and followed the Founder to the entrance of the campgrounds. When they reached the gate, they saw Chad get out of his car. He walked over and looked at the long iron gate. Three heavy duty hinges supported it, attached on a wooden post.
"This will have to be replaced," Chad decided. "If we purchase the property. I want a security system installed. One that would require a passcode to enter the grounds."
"Definitely," Brad agreed.
Chad asked if Tim and Marshall could possibly come to the Community the following evening. "In fact," he told them, "if possible, the next three evenings. Gentlemen, we have a shitload of stuff to discuss."
Both men assured the Founder that they would clear their schedule so they could meet with him.
Bren grinned at the Founder. "Wow, three evenings with those guys. What a time you should have."
As Chad walked toward his car, he said, "Sorry, but these evenings will only be spent discussing the purchase of the property. Everyone here will be attending these meetings, so don't any of you get your hopes up that anything else is going to be taking place."
Forty minutes later Rob parked his car in the parking lot, and the men returned to the dorm. Once they were inside the building, they exchanged hugs with each other.
As he hugged Parker, Bren grinned. "Damn, it feels so unnatural hugging with clothes on."
Parker agreed, and Rob said, "That's the truth. It's been a long afternoon, and I'm ready to shed these fucking threads."
Tom followed Bren inside his apartment and asked, "Bren, if I promise to sleep in my own apartment tonight, do you think we have time for a quick fuck?"
Bren grinned. He walked into his bedroom and began pulling the clothes off his body. "A fuck? Sure. A quick fuck? Hell, no. If we miss dinner, we can eat another sandwich."
Both men were soon standing naked beside the bed. Bren pulled his lover to him. "God, yes," he moaned. He rubbed his furry body against Tom's chest. Pushing his black pubes into Tom's hairy brown crotch, he said, "Now this is normal. The afternoon we just had was anything but normal."
They fell down on the bed, and Tom went between Bren's legs. "Who fucks? Who gets fucked?"
"Well, unless you have a preference, I'm on my back, and I would certainly have no objection to feeling your hairy rod in my ass. To be honest, I've thought about you fucking me ever since we both commented about naked bodies on the tennis court."
Tom smiled and kissed Bren. "I've had the same thoughts. When I pictured those hairy cocks swinging on the court, I instantly got a hardon."
"Me, too. Lube up and slide that hairy monster in my wet ass. It's been damp since we saw the tennis court."
Bren watched as Tom reached for a condom and the bottle of lube on the bedside table. When Tom had the rubber secured, he applied a heavy coat of gel to his dick. Just watching him caused Bren to pre cum.
"Oh, fuck," he moaned when he felt Tom working lube through his hairy entrance. "Fuck," he repeated as Tom began finger fucking his ass.
A wicked grin appeared on Tom's face. "You seem to be enjoying my finger. Would you prefer a finger to my dick?"
"Remember the story of the bear in the woods?"
"Is that a yes to keeping my finger in your ass?"
"If you're going to put nothing but a finger up my ass, you might as well leave right now." Bren wrapped his fingers around his leaking cock. "I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself."
Tom pulled Bren's finger away and said, "If you think I'm going to be satisfied going to my apartment and jacking off, you're crazy."
Bren leaned up and gave the man a kiss. "Then fuck me!"
He felt the head of Tom's dick touching his hairy asshole. He moaned. "Push the damned thing inside me."
Bren cried out, "God!" when Tom drove his six inch cock inside him with one thrust. He felt the man's thick brown pubes rubbing against him. Just their touch to his skin caused Bren's dick to produce more pre cum.
"Fuck me hard, Tom."
There was nothing gentle about Tom's fucking. He slammed into Bren's hairy ass over and over, and each time he bottomed out, his furry nut sac hit hard against Bren's body. In. Out. In. Out. Over and over.
Bren began fisting his wet dick. His strokes were hard and matched Tom's fuck thrusts. Each time his fist slammed into his pubes, he felt Tom's brown bush scratch his body. It wasn't long before Bren felt his balls churning. He was about to cum, and he jacked faster.
"Close," he warned Tom.
Tom moaned, "Me, too." He began abusing Bren's ass harder. He tapped Bren's love nut over and over.
"Cumming," Bren suddenly cried out.
The first heavy rope of man cream spurted from Bren's cock and landed between his two hairy nipples. Several jets followed and caused the black hair on his stomach to glisten.
"Damn! Cumming!"
With his fingers still wrapped around his dick, Bren felt Tom's cock shuddering in his ass. He felt the hairy rod shoot the first jet of cream into the tip of the rubber. He reached up and placed his hands on Tom's furry chest. He ran his fingers through the thick brown curls as Tom continued erupting cum into his lover's ass.
"Fuck," Tom whispered when his cock had finished shooting its load.
Bren's hands remained in Tom's chest hair. "That tennis court really got you excited."
Tom leaned down and kissed Bren. His cock remained in the man's wet slippery ass. "I think the same thing happened to you, Babe."
Bren squeezed the muscles in his ass. "Oh, it definitely did. What do you think dear old Lane would think about us fucking because of his tennis court?"
"From the sour look on his face, I don't think the man has fucked in years. If ever," Tom added.
"Surely he jacks off."
Tom shook his head. "I'm not so sure. You know how church people feel about men spilling their seed on the ground."
"What about into a Kleenex?"
"I doubt even that," Tom said. "I'm glad that you don't mind spilling your seed." Tom scooped some of Bren's cum on his finger and sucked it into his mouth. "Very glad," he said swallowing.
"I'll spill anytime and anyplace that you choose," Bren assured him.
"Same here." Tom lay with his chest in Bren's cum-filled chest hair. "I know that I told you I would spend the night in my apartment. Would it be alright if, just for now, I take a little nap here with you?"
"I'll never complain about you keeping your dick inside me."