Hairy Ever After

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Chapter Fifty-Five

Bren and Tom entered the apartment. They had just returned from having dinner in the cafeteria. They shucked their robes off and Bren headed for the refrigerator.

"I think I'd like a beer. How about you?"

Tom grinned. "I'm always ready for beer."

Bren returned with the drinks. He joined Tom on the sofa. "Here you go."

"Thanks."

"I wonder how Cole's making out with his new roommate." Bren took a swig of beer.

"I've been wondering about that myself. Do you honestly think it will work out? By that, I mean those two living away from the rest of us."

Bren was thoughtful. "I think I do. I believe that if anyone can be an influence on Ben, Cole would be the one." He laughed. "Cole's a big flirt. You and I both know that."

"He does seem to pay close attention to your body."

"I know." Bren took another drink of his beer. "I've often wondered what would happen if I responded to his advances. I think it would scare him shitless."

"Oh, I disagree. Should you ever do that, I have no doubt he'd jump your bones before you hardly knew what hit you."

Bren leaned over and planted a kiss on the man's lips. "Well, we'll never know, because that will never happen." He grinned. "At least while he's a student."

"I wish we had asked Chad if we could move into the room next to the clinic."

Bren smiled. "Why, Tom? What could we have done there that we haven't done here?"

"I doubt nothing. Still, the privacy would be nice."

"Personally, I like where we live. And as for privacy, I don't think we could have fucked any differently there than here in the apartment."

Tom shrugged his shoulders. Grinning, he said, "Well, I guess we'll never know, will we?"

"Chad told me the renovation is coming along nicely at the campground."

"I guess that means we'll definitely be living away from the Community during summer break."

"I'm rather looking forward to it."

"You do realize that living there might interfere with us fucking, right?"

Bren shook his head. "No way. Chad told me that two staff members will always be out there while the students are. And, for your information, Mr. Varney, they will be sleeping in the cook's cabin."

"Oh. The room just off the kitchen?"

"That's right. So, you see, fucking won't be a problem. Actually, I don't see things being any different than living here in the dorm."

Bren's cell phone was on the table next to the sofa. It rang, and he answered it. He discovered the Founder on the other end. When the call ended a short time later, he said, "Chad's invited us to his cottage Friday evening for a meal. Marshall Compton is coming and bringing Evan Randall."

Tom grinned. "I'd say there's a good chance we'll get to really know our new teacher. Every inch of him, if you get my drift," he added.

"You're probably right. Chad did say for us to plan to spend most of the night."

"Not the entire night?"

Bren shrugged. "Just telling you what the man told me. Guess we'll have to see what happens."

Bren reached for the TV remote. "Let's see if we can find a good movie."

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Cole sat at the desk in his new room with an opened textbook in front of him. The words appeared as a blur to his eyes. He snapped the book closed and looked around the room. This was the second night with his new roommate, as well as his new room. It still felt a little strange to him. He and Barry had roomed together ever since coming to the Community, and he had to admit that they had really grown close. While Cole didn't think it was love, he did feel his relationship with Barry was more than mere friendship or being fuck buddies.

Cole let his eyes travel around the room. When he saw Ben laying on the bed, he studied the boy. As was the case since coming to the Community, Ben was wearing his usual tee shirt and gray sweat pants. Cole was well aware of how miserable his new roommate was. The two of them had been sharing a room for two days now. Cole felt sorry for Ben, and he had been thinking what he could do to help the boy appreciate how lucky he was that Chad had discovered Ben, and what the Founder could do for him. If only Ben would let the man help him; let them all help.

Cole pushed his chair back and stood to his feet. Unlike his roommate, Cole was in his usual state of nakedness. As he walked over to his bed, he could feel his cock moving through his pubes. Sitting down on his bed, he called out Ben's name.

Ben's eyes had been closed. He opened them now and looked across the room at Cole. "What?" He cast a look down at his bare feet.

"I know how miserable you must be."

Ben glared at his roommate. "You don't know a fuckin' thing. Just leave me the fuck alone."

For a moment, Cole was lost in his thoughts. When Bren and Tom had asked for his help with Ben, he thought at the time he could help the new student. Now, after sharing a room with Ben for two days, he wasn't any closer to becoming friends with the boy.

Cole sighed and leaned with his back against the wall. "My dad refuses to accept that I'm gay. When I was honest and came out to him, he told me he couldn't understand why I would ever choose to be, in his words, `this way'."

For the first time since setting eyes on Ben, Cole saw just a tiny spark of interest showing on the boy's face.

Ben raised up and used his elbow to support his head. "My asshole of a dad disappeared when he found out about me. My mother hates me. She blames me for him leaving. She says I forced him to go."

Cole was quiet for a moment. Then, "My mother died when I was twelve. You know, I hadn't really thought about it before, but I guess her dying kept her from being disappointed in me."

Ben suddenly sat up on his bed. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"How do you cope with being naked all of the time? Do you ever find it weird?"

Cole grinned. "Hell, no, I don't find it weird. What I do find weird is the times when we have to wear clothes."

"I've never seen anyone wear anything around here but those damned robes."

"Most of the time that is all we wear, and only then during winter months. However, before Christmas, we all went to the Mall to shop for Christmas gifts. We spent the entire day in town and in clothes."

When Ben remained silent, Cole said, "Now, it's my turn. Can I ask you a question?"

The only response Ben gave was a slight nod with his head.

"Are you really gay?"

The glare look returned to Ben's eyes. "Why the fuck would you ask that?"

Cole smiled. "Sorry, wasn't my intention to piss you off. For me, living here in the Community is a huge turn on for me. What gay guy in his right mind wouldn't love living in a place like this? The sight of all those naked cocks, hard or soft, is awesome. Don't you enjoy looking at them?"

"Well – I suppose I do. Aren't you afraid of getting hard?"

Cole looked down at his furry crotch. His dick was slowly thickening up as it lay buried in the nest of his thick brown pubes. Looking back in Ben's direction, he asked, "So, what if it does? Surely the Founder has assured you that our bodies are to bring us pleasure. Hasn't he told you yet that there is nothing at all to be ashamed about, where our bodies are concerned?"

"I began hating my body when I turned thirteen," Ben admitted. "I hated sports even more because of the damned locker room."

"Did guys tease you, Ben?" Cole spoke the words softly.

"They called me a hairy-ass freak. And – I guess I was. I am."

"Ben, you weren't a freak then, and you're not one now. I was just like you. Before I was fourteen, hair was already growing on my chest and stomach. I was hairy everywhere. And yes, just like you, at the time I thought I was a freak. I had guys tell me that all of the time."

"I have hair on my stomach and chest."

"Is that why you refuse to remove your clothes?"

"Partly. No, that is the reason," Ben admitted.

Cole ran fingers through the thick tangle of curls on his chest. Then he began moving his hand slowly down his body. He stopped when he reached the beginning of his bush. By now his dick was well on the way to becoming hard. "You can't be any hairier than I am, Ben."

Ben shrugged but didn't speak.

Cole made a quick decision. "Will you show me?"

Ben's face turned a bright red. "I can't!"

"I'm not asking you to have sex with me, Ben. Just show me your chest."

Ben remained motionless for a good moment. Then he began to slowly pull his shirt up over his head.

Cole studied the boy's bare chest intently. Ben had been telling the truth. Little brown curls circled his nipples before spreading out into a patch before spreading down the boy's body. While it wasn't nearly as thick as the hair on Cole's body, it was plain to see that it would be one day. A thin treasure trail began at Ben's belly button and led the way down to the waist of his sweat pants.

When Cole finally managed to pull his eyes away from his roommate's body, he said, "Shit, Ben, you're not hairy at all. At least not compared to me." He pulled his hand away from his bush and let it rest in the middle of his chest curls. "See all this? I've been this hairy since I was fourteen. Fuck, no one in the locker room was as hairy as I was."

Ben remained silent.

"Is something wrong, Ben? Did I share too much with you?"

The boy shrugged and said, "Not really. I guess not."

"Just remember, Ben, having a hairy body is nothing at all to be ashamed of. Honestly, I find a guy's body hair a real turn on. Even though I envied the boys at school that had very little hair, now that I'm older, a smooth body does nothing for me."

Cole became silent, letting Ben digest his words. Then, "Ben, will you show me the rest?"

Ben took a deep breath. "I don't know. No, I can't."

"You can't? Or you won't?"

Ben didn't answer.

"Are you hard, Ben?"

The boy still remained silent.

Cole stood to his feet. "Look at me, Ben." He placed a hand on each hip. "Look at me," he said for a second time.

Ben finally looked at his roommate. His eyes grew wide, but he didn't say a word.

Cole placed a hand on his hard dick. Wrapping his fingers around its thick shaft, he said, "Ben, having a hardon is nothing to be ashamed of. Chad tells every guy here that a hard dick shows a compliment. If seeing another guy makes your dick hard, then you're giving the guy a great compliment." Cole grinned. "I will admit, some compliments are bigger than others."

With one hand on his dick, Cole reached down with the other and took hold of his hairy nut sac. He gave his balls a gentle tug. "Look, I'm as hard as I ever get. Am I embarrassed? No fucking way!" In a gentler tone he asked if Ben would pull his sweats down.

Cole remained standing with one hand on his dick and the other on his balls. When his roommate didn't move, he decided to sit back down on his bed. As he stepped backward, he saw Ben reach for the waist band of his pants. Slowly, ever so slowly, Ben began pulling them down.

As Cole watched, more and more of the boy's bare skin came into view. The rest of his treasure trail was suddenly in sight. Ben continued to slowly pull the pants down to his knees. An inch later and thick curly brown pubes appeared. Ben was so hard that he had to pull his pants out in order to free his swollen dick. Once it was out in the open, the hard shaft slapped the boy's body hard. It landed in the middle of Ben's brown patch of pubes.

"Wow!" Cole wasn't even aware that he had spoken. He was totally caught up in the beauty of Ben's body.

"Fuck!" Becoming embarrassed, the boy quickly rolled over on his side. His back faced Cole. He tried unsuccessfully to tug his pants back up.

Cole suddenly realized how embarrassed his roommate was. He was irritated with himself for causing Ben to feel so uncomfortable. "Big fucking help I am," he thought.

He walked over to the edge of Ben's bed. Touching the boy on the shoulder, he said, "Please don't be embarrassed. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Please turn over and face me."

When the boy refused to roll over, Cole returned to his bed. With his fist still wrapped around his dick, he hit the mattress with a flop. A thick strand of pre cum had pushed its way out of his pee slit. A string of stickiness ran through his fingers and dropped down into his wiry bush. Eyeing the kid's back, Cole thought, "Damn, I fucked up. Bren and Tom will be disappointed in me."

Ben suddenly turned over and faced his roommate. Looking at Cole's hard leaking cock, he said, "You're really hard."

Taken by surprise at first, a big grin suddenly appeared on Cole's face. "No shit, Sherlock!"

"You really are comfortable with your body, aren't you?"

"I am."

"I'm not sure I will ever be."

Cole was tempted to remind the boy of the Community rules, that in time, if he wanted to remain here, he would have to shed his clothes. Instead, he said, "You will, Ben. Just give yourself some time."

"It just seems so easy for you."

"To be honest, being naked was never a problem for me. I was just grateful to discover a place like the Community." Running fingers through his chest hair he added, "I think if you give it half a chance, you'll come to love living here."

"Maybe."

Cole suddenly felt encouraged. "Fuck," he thought, "maybe he was getting somewhere with the kid after all."

"Have you and Barry been roommates long?"

"We arrived here at the same time, so yes, we've lived together ever since the beginning."

"You must hate me."

Surprised, Cole asked, "Why the hell would you think that?"

Ben did one of his famous shrugs. "Because of me, you were pulled out of the dorm."

"Ben, I could never hate you." Cole grinned. "Shit, being your roommate got me out of the dorm. We don't have anyone around to bother us."

"That must mean that the powers to be trust you."

"If you're referring to Chad, then I guess – he does. I hadn't really given it much thought."

"Can I ask you a question?"

Cole pulled his hand off his cock. "Shoot."

"It's kind of personal."

"Damn, Ben, I'm sitting here on my bed with a hardon. I really don't think it can get more personal than that."

"Did you and Barry do it?"

Cole leaned forward. "Do it?"

A light flush appeared on the boy's face. "Did the two of you fuck?"

"There's personal, and then there's personal."

"God, I'm so sorry."

Cole left his bed and took a seat next to the boy. "Ben, you have nothing to be sorry for. You can always ask me anything."

"It seems so incredible to live life the way you do."

"Chad tells us that as long as it's done respectfully, no subject is taboo here. I hope you always know that. Ben, you have the opportunity to live life the same way I do."

Cole noticed that his roommate no longer seemed embarrassed to show his hard dick. The thick hair that grew around it was dampened by a heavy strand of pre cum. It was a sight that made Cole feel happy. He finally felt as if he was gaining headway with his new roommate. Keeping his eyes on Ben's furry crotch, he asked, "How about it, Ben? Do you want to live here?"

The boy didn't answer right away. Finally, "I think I would. There's just one problem."

"Oh, and what might that be?"

Ben looked down at his crotch and swollen dick. "I'm just not sure that I could ever walk around naked like this. I know I'd get hard."

"If you do, you do. Remember, hard cock equals nice compliment. Keep that in mind."

"So you keep telling me."

Cole hesitated a moment before speaking. "Well, the bottom line is this, Ben. Eventually Chad will require you to." Cole looked at the boy's body once more. "You seem comfortable with me."

"Maybe I am. A little, anyway. This is my room at the moment. My home. Being here with you is a little embarrassing, but, it's not the same as going to class or eating meals in the cafeteria."

Cole smiled. "Give yourself some time. Honestly, I think you're going to fit in really well here."

The room became silent, and when his roommate remained quiet, Cole looked at the small alarm clock that sat on a table next to his bed. It was getting late, and Ben appeared to be all talked out for now. "I don't know about you, but I'm bushed. I'm going to hit the sack."

"Me, too. Night, Cole. Thanks for the talk."

Cole snapped the light switch on the wall above his bed off, and the room was suddenly dark. "Good night, my new friend," he whispered. "Everything's going to be alright."

Cole was almost asleep when he heard a noise in the room. He listened intently, trying to make out where it was coming from. A moment later he smiled. Ben was jacking off. He could hear the boy trying to stroke quietly. He was about to say something when an idea came to him. He would jack off in the dark and let Ben hear him.

His cock was hard and had ben after he realized what Ben was doing. He began to stroke. He started out slowly and gradually increased his jacking speed. Unlike Ben, Cole didn't try to hide what he was doing. Just as he felt his orgasm approaching, he discovered that Ben had stopped jacking. Grinning in the dark, Cole, continued stroking, and it wasn't long before he felt a familiar tingling in his balls. His cock shook in his hand and erupted the first rope of cum out. It landed between his two hairy nipples. "Fuck!" he cried out. He continued jerking until there was no more cum left in his nuts. He placed a hand in the middle of his sticky cum-filled chest hair and became silent.

Across the room, Ben was once more stroking his cock. Cole thought the boy was more at ease after he heard his roommate shooting cum, because Ben was jacking much harder now.

It wasn't long until Ben sighed. "Fuck."

Cole remained quiet for a time. Finally he said, "Feel better now, Ben?"

"Much. I think you do as well. Am I right?"

Cole rolled over on his side. He'd shower in the morning and wash the cum off his body. "Yeah. Ben, you're going to fit in quite well here. Night."

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Bren and Tom went to the Founder's cottage Friday evening. When Chad invited them inside, they discovered they were the last guests to arrive. Brad, of course, was there, but so was Judge Marshall Compton and Evan Randall, the Community's newly hired teacher.

Bren immediately allowed his eyes to take in Evan's body. The man was very hairy, a fact that made Bren really happy. He wasn't surprised when he felt his cock thickening up. Evan Randall was one hot hairy guy. Thick blond hair appeared at the base of his neck and continued to spread wildly down the professor's chest and belly. Bren noted that a nice treasure trail led the way to a dense tangle of dark blond pubes. The curls grew wide-spread in his crotch as they stretched from one thigh to the other. Evan's cock was soft and lay buried in a mass of crotch hair. To Bren, it looked big, even in its soft state. He guessed it would be seven inches or longer when hard.

The new comers gave their robes a toss and greeted the other men with the traditional Community hug. When the Founder hugged Bren, he whispered, "I'm crushed. I'm usually the one that brings life to your dick. I believe Evan has beat me to it."

Bren smiled. He rubbed his body against Chad's and whispered back, "Trust me, no one will ever replace you."

Brad was the next one to embrace Bren. "I'm really glad you could make it tonight, Bren."

The touch he gave Bren caused the teacher's cock to add more growth to its existence.

Marshall Compton was the next to pull Bren into a tight hug. "It's really great to see you again," the judge greeted.

When Bren stepped away from the judge, he turned to Chad and grinned. "I'm sorry, Chad, but I'm afraid I'm going to give Evan the wrong impression here. Sorry, but this is beyond my control." He looked down at his growing dick.

Evan Randall quickly stepped forward and pulled Bren to him. "Not to worry, Bren. I'm quite aware of the way things work here in the Community. To be honest, I'm looking forward to discovering many new things."

The professor's blond body fur felt really nice to Bren. He hugged the man close. "Welcome to our world, Evan. I hope that you won't regret joining us."

Bren felt the man's cock leap between them, and he smiled. "Something tells me you won't regret a thing." When he stepped back, he saw that Evan's cock was chubbing up rather nicely.

Evan grinned. "I don't think I'll regret a damned thing, Bren."

Chad had ordered a special meal from the cafeteria. It had arrived before any of his guests. A long table had been sat up in the living room. Chad pointed to the trays of food on the kitchen counter. "Please help yourselves."

As they sat around the table eating their food, Chad asked about their day. Bren was the first one to speak. "I had a nice visit with Cole this afternoon. It sounds as if Ben is warming up to him." He didn't mention that Cole had told him about the jack off session he and his roommate had, in a way, shared together.

"I'm really glad to hear that," Chad said. "How's the clothing situation?"

"He's still wearing them. However, Cole did tell me that when they are in their room Ben shucks them off. From the sounds of it, I believe Cole is gaining Ben's confidence."

"I think we made a wise choice to allow them to be roommates," Tom remarked.

"So, it's working out with the two of them living out of the dorm?" Brad asked.

"It looks like it."

"How's his behavior in class, Bren?" the Founder asked.

"Better. He's at least participating with the other students."

"What about Sawyer?"

Bren shook his head. "Nothing's changed with Sawyer's situation. He remains indifferent and belligerent when he's in class."

The Founder pushed his plate to the side. "Well, let's give the boy a little more time. It appears that Ben is coming around. Hopefully, Sawyer will do the same." He stood to his feet. "Gentlemen, how about a drink?"

Over margaritas Chad said, "Work has begun at the campground. Bren was in my office the other day, so this won't be news to him. I want the rest of you to be aware of what's going on. The builder I've hired is in the process of erecting the out buildings that will house the new hot water system for the two sleeping cabins. I've also hired a heating and air company, and they have begun installing a system. They will begin with the mess hall first. After that, the two cabins."

"Sounds as if things are beginning to fall into place," Marshall remarked.

"It has." Chad shrugged his shoulders. "We don't have much time, but I'm hopeful everything will be completed by the end of this school term."

"I'm sure it will," Brad said.

The Founder looked at each of them and said, "Let me tell you, there has been so much legal business in purchasing the property, and I want you all to know how grateful I am for Brad. The man has literally jumped through hoops to make the campground a reality."

"We know how well he does his business," Bren said. Grinning, he added, "not only in the legal world, but in bed as well."

"Hold on, Bren," the judge said. "We don't want to give Evan a bad impression of us."

Evan Randall grinned. "Trust me, there's no way in hell that you will give me a wrong impression. Gentlemen, I am more than ready to be impressed."

There was a plastic container on the kitchen counter, and Chad walked over and picked it up. Returning to the room, he said, "I want three of you to pick a piece of paper from this container. You may read what it says, but do not reveal it to the rest of us."

Bren happened to be the closest to the Founder. "I'll pick one." He selected one of the pieces and pulled it to him. When he unfolded it, he saw that Evan Randall's name was written on the paper.

When the other two pieces of paper had been taken from the container, Chad said, "Alright, I want you to stand by the person whose name you drew."

Bren walked over and stood beside Evan. He watched as Brad joined Tom, and Marshall went to Chad. The men stood in silence as they waited for the Founder to give them directions.

Chad smiled. "Here's what we're going to do. Brad, give me a hand, will you?"

The Founder and the lawyer disappear in the bedroom and soon return each carrying a blow up bed.

"Bren, would you and Tom please push the sofa back against the wall," Chad directed. "Marshall, you and Evan move those two tables and lamps to the side of the room."

When the furniture had been moved out of the way, Brad returned with bed linens. Once the beds were inflated and covered with the linen, Chad told them what was going to happen.

"Since Evan is the newcomer, and Bren has been lucky to draw his name, the two of them will meet and greet each other on the bed in our bedroom. The rest of us will claim one of these two beds in this room." Chad looked around the room. "Is everyone clear what they are supposed to do?"

Brad took hold of Tom's hand and led him to one of the blow ups. "Let's fuck, Tom!"

Bren hesitated for a moment. Evan was new, and Bren wasn't sure how comfortable the man would be if he got pulled into the bedroom.

Evan made the decision himself. He pulled Bren into a tight hug and rubbned his furry body hard against Bren. "I know exactly what I want to do with you, my friend."

Bren allowed himself to be pulled into the Founder's bedroom. "Well," he thought, "who's going to fuck? And who's going to get fucked." He could hardly wait to find out.