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Mark Stevens
Chapter Seven
Bren looked around his new home. He had to admit that he had been impressed with it from the moment he stepped inside. In the beginning when Chad had told him he would live in the dorm, Bren pictured his dorm room during college days. There was no comparison whatsoever. He may be housed in a dormitory, but instead of just a simple room, Bren discovered that he actually had an apartment of sorts. He had a nice size living area that contained a couch, a couple of chairs, two small tables with lamps, and a flat screen television set attached to the wall. At one end of the living area was a counter with a microwave. Beside it was a refrigerator. Adjoining his living area was Bren's bedroom. The room held a queen size bed and a nice fashionable dresser and mirror. There was a bedside table with a lamp. The bathroom connected to the bedroom.
Bren had just finished making another tour of his new home when a knock sounded on the door. He opened it and discovered Tom Varney and another man standing in the hallway.
Tom greeted Bren and said, "Hi, Bren. I've brought someone I want you to meet. This is Robert Tyler. He's the minister and counselor for the Community."
Bren reached out to shake the man's hand. "I'm glad to meet you, Robert."
Robert Tyler brushed Bren's hand away and said, "We prefer hugs over handshakes. Remember?"
Bren quickly pulled his hand back and stepped forward. He gave the man a hug, his naked body pressing next to the minister's equally hairy one. He broke the hug and invited the two visitors inside.
Bren told them to have a seat and said, "I'm sorry, but I have nothing to offer you to drink. I'm still trying to get things organized."
When the three had taken a seat, silence settled in the room. The two visitors appeared to wait for their host to open the conversation, and when Bren remained quiet, it was Tom who broke the silence.
"I believe Rob was away from the Community when you first visited, Bren."
"Once a month I have a meeting outside the Community," Rob explained.
"I see," Bren replied.
Bren once more fell into silence. He found his eyes taking in Rob's handsome defined face and fit body. The man definitely took care of himself. Dark brown hair covered the counselor's body from his lower neck all the way to his feet.
"Would you like to ask me any questions, Bren?" Rob asked.
Bren shook his head. "I'm not certain. I suppose I'm trying to take in the fact that a naked male counselor, who is also a minister, is sitting in my living room."
"Does that bother you, Bren?" Rob asked.
"To be honest, I'm not sure."
Rob ran his hands along his furry chest and said, "Isn't this how God created us?"
"I suppose. However, I'm not certain how I feel about the God subject," Bren explained.
"That's alright, Bren. You will get no judgement from me. Nor from anyone," the minister added. "The whole intent of the Community is to provide confidence to its residents, reminding them who they are. All of us have come here with most of the same baggage. Each resident has been ridiculed for our body. Chad's purpose for establishing the Community was to help men like us realize this is the body God has given us. A body meant to bring us joy, rather than shame."
"I can understand that," Bren agreed.
"Rob's apartment is next to mine," Tom said.
"A decision Chad made from the beginning," Rob explained. "He thought the counselor should be close by. I need to be here for the students."
"I see. That probably is wise," Bren agreed.
"However, I am here for you as well, Bren," Rob reminded. "As adults we can always use encouragement. I know I certainly can," the minister added.
"That's the truth," Tom remarked.
"Has Tom showed you the classrooms?"
Tom spoke up, saying, "Not yet. I thought I would let Bren get settled in first."
"They're in this building, right?" Bren asked.
Tom stood to his feet. "They are. Would you like to see where you're going to teach?"
Rob also stood up. "I'll leave the two of you and get back to work. Give me a hug, Bren."
Bren wrapped his arms around the hairy counselor. When his cock rubbed Rob's hairy member, he chubbed up a little. Having only met the counselor moments earlier, Bren couldn't help but feel a little awkward.
Rob realized it and pulled the teacher closer to him. Both cocks filled up then and pressed against each other.
"Bren, don't be embarrassed," Rob said. "We're men. This is the norm for our bodies."
Bren stepped back and said, "I know." He tapped the side of his head. "One side of my brain is okay with it. The other side is taking longer to accept it."
"It does take time," the counselor agreed.
Tom stepped into a hug with Rob.
Bren couldn't help but admire the two naked hairy bodies as they pressed together. It was indeed a hot sight to take in.
Tom broke the hug and said, "He had better get used to this. After all, in just a very short time he's going to be expected to teach students naked." Tom gave Bren a big smile. "And not only will he be naked, but his students will be as well," he reminded.
A moan escaped Bren. "I must admit, that thought has been on my mind ever since I decided to join the Community. I'm still not certain how I'm going to handle that."
"I will admit, it might be a little awkward at first," Rob agreed. "However, I think before you hardly realize it, you will be good with the entire thing."
"He's probably afraid he'll get a hard-on in front of them," Tom grinned.
"Again, not that I haven't thought of that as well," Bren replied.
Rob said, "What we instill from the beginning in our students is that our body was created by God and there is nothing to be ashamed of. If it happens, and I assure you, it most likely will now and then, no one is to be embarrassed or feel bad when it happens. I realize that may be easier to say than do, but, trust me, Bren, in time you will come to feel the same way. It's just the way of the Community. Our Community. Your Community now," Rob ended.
The three men stepped out into the hall. Rob returned to his office and Tom walked Bren to the classrooms.
As Bren followed on Tom's heels, he took note of the various rooms. Most had closed doors keeping things private. He mentioned the fact to Tom.
"I've been told to encourage privacy with all of the students," Tom answered. "Chad said that as long as there were no problems, he wanted the boys to have their privacy."
"Do you divide the students by age?"
"Mostly," Tom said. "This is still new to me as well. I can give you a list of the rooms and the boys assigned to them. Barry and Max room together. They act sort of like junior RA's. Between the two, they help with minor problems. If a situation is too big they will let either you or myself know."
At the end of the hall Tom stopped. "This is my living quarters." He opened the door and stepped back.
Bren stepped inside and discovered a small apartment matching his own. He looked around the living area and found it neat as a pin.
"Nice," he replied.
"As you can see, it's just like yours."
Tom closed the door and said, "Around the corner here are the classrooms. They're right next to each other."
The first room they came to was open. Bren followed his coworker into the classroom. The room contained ten student chair/desks, a teacher desk and a podium. A book case lined one wall. It held lots of books.
"As you can see, Chad makes sure we have everything we need to teach the students."
"I see that. Other than being quite a bit smaller, the room and supplies are every bit as good as I had in my classroom."
"I can show you the next room. It's exactly like this one. I haven't decided on a room yet. I thought I'd let you have the first choice."
"Makes no difference to me," Bren said. "Make your choice and I'll take the other. As far as I can see, they are both the same."
"Are you giving the grand tour?"
Bren turned and discovered a nice looking young man entering the classroom.
Tom greeted the new comer. "Hey, Barry. You remember Bren? He's getting settled in."
Bren realized how good looking Barry was. And hairy. Although he was still young, Barry had thick brown hair covering most of his body. Knowing he was not supposed to get involved with any of the students, Bren quickly looked into Barry's eyes.
"Hello, Barry," he greeted. "How's it going?"
"Awesome," Barry assured his newest teacher.
"That's good to hear," Bren said giving the student a warm smile.
Bren was in the process of reaching out his hand when he remembered it was hugs and not handshakes that was expected. He reached out and hugged Barry. As the student's body rubbed his, Bren couldn't keep the electric shock he felt from travelling through his body. He felt his cock give a twitch and quickly stepped back.
"I'm so sorry, Barry," Bren apologized.
"Hey, it's okay, Bren," Barry assured him. A grin appeared on the young man's face. "Hey, I can't help it that I have such a hot body."
Bren felt his face turn hot. Damn he wished he could stop feeling embarrassed every time he gave someone a hug.
Tom said, "Barry is really good with the other students. I think you will be very pleased at the way he conducts himself and works with the other boys."
"Hey, I try."
Bren couldn't help but lower his eyes one last time. Barry was such a good looking young man, and his body, was perfect. Bren saw that Barry had a hard-on. The sight caused Bren's dick to fill out. Again, he wondered how in the hell he was going to teach these guys without having a hard-on the entire time he had a class.
Barry grinned again and said, "You're looking at me, Teach."
"I'm trying not to," Bren defended himself. "I'm really sorry, Barry."
Tom stepped up next to Barry and said, "Behave! You need to stop your teasing."
Tom's voice had risen as he spoke the words. Bren saw that the student's cock begin to deflate.
Tom said, "Trust me, Bren, when you're in the middle of teaching a class, getting hard is not going to be a problem you'll have to deal with."
"I promise to behave," Bren assured both student and coworker.
Barry walked to the door. "I'm going to my room if you want to bring Bren by."
"Perhaps in a bit," Tom answered. "While we're here, I'm going to show him where Rob's office is."
The three left the classroom. Bren followed Tom a short ways down the hall.
"Here's Rob's office," he said stopping in front of an open door.
Rob Tyler was sitting behind his desk. He rose to his feet and walked around to meet the two visitors.
"So you're getting the tour, I take it?"
"I am," Bren answered.
"You're at the end of it," Tom told the counselor.
"What do you think of our dorm, Bren?"
"It's really nice," Bren answered. "What I've seen so far is way nicer than anything I ever had during my college days."
"Chad is generous. The Community weighs heavily on his heart. He will spare no expense to make things work for the students and staff."
"Not that it's my business, but how did he manage all of this?" Bren asked.
"Chad was fortunate to come from a very rich family," Rob explained. "His parents were killed in an accident several years ago. Lack of money had never been a problem for the Founder as he was growing up. Like the rest of us, Chad had been teased and ridiculed about his body all during his school years. The idea of the Community came years after he had finished medical school. He had met Doctor Tim Wilson in college. They formed a friendship that is still going strong today. Chad had discussed his problem in great detail with his friend. So in later years, together, the two men came up with the idea of establishing a community that would help not only students, but other men as well, who had the same problem."
"He's done a damned good job," Tom praised the Founder.
"He has," Bren agreed.
The two teachers soon left the counselor to do his work and walked around the corner to the main hallway.
"Barry's room is here," Tom said stopping in front of a closed door. He gave knock and waited.
The door was suddenly thrown open. Barry greeted them with a smile and invited them inside.
"Hey, Max, come in here. We've got company."
Bren saw a tall boy enter from the bathroom. Max reminded him of a Norse god. The boy was covered with thick blond hair from the bottom of his neck to the tips of his toes. Bren had never seen another blond male with so much body hair. He was gorgeous to look at. Although he tried his best not to, Bren couldn't keep his cock from chubbing up. Fuck he was going to get into trouble if he wasn't careful, he thought to himself.
"Hi, Bren," Max greeted. "Barry told me you were getting the grand tour."
Bren felt the blond student pull him into a tight hug.
Max hugged Bren hard causing his hairy body to press against the new teacher.
Bren felt the student's thick hairy dick rub against his and wasn't surprise to feel Max growing hard. Bren's own dick was doing a good job as well.
Bren gave Max's shoulders a squeeze and stepped back. Before he could speak, Max said,
"Don't be embarrassed, Bren," Max said. Looking down at his dick, he added, "It just happens now and then. It's definitely nothing to be ashamed of," he added.
Feeling his face grow hot once again, Bren said, "So everyone keeps telling me."
Barry spoke up and said, "Look at it this way, Bren. If anyone gets a hard-on in front of you, take it as a compliment. After all, the staff is so much older than the students," he finished with a wide grin.
"Fuck you," Tom said giving both students a big grin.
Bren gave his coworker a curious look.
"It's okay," he assured Bren. "As long as everyone treats each other with respect, all language is acceptable. Well, perhaps not in the classroom. Outside anything pretty much goes."
Max gave Bren another hug. "Welcome to our family. We'll do our best to help you get settled."
"Anything you need," Barry said grabbing his cock. He gave both adults a grin. "Anything," he added giving his dick a stroke.
"Ah. Excuse me," Tom said. "I believe that's a big no. Correct?"
Max gave Tom a hug and said, "You know we're messing with you. Now, why don't you leave so we can take care of these?" He copied his roommate's action by giving his cock a couple of strokes.
"Come on, Bren," Tom said taking Bren by the shoulder. "Let's leave these two do to what they probably do best. Not that I would know," he added as he led Bren out of the room.
"Come back anytime," Barry invited. "We're always happy to entertain," he said stroking himself.
Outside in the hall Tom said, "I hope you realize the two of them were messing with you. They are great guys. They would never dream of doing anything to get them removed from the Community."
Doubtful, Bren asked, "Are you sure about that?"
"Definitely," Tom answered.
"Alright, I'll take your word."
Tom suddenly reached over and took hold of Bren's dick. "Of course, staff do not have to follow the same rules. Just in case you are ever interested," he added. He gave Bren a stroke or two and pulled his hand quickly away.
"I'm definitely interested," Bren said with a grin.
Bren followed Tom to his apartment. Once inside, Tom closed the door and pulled Bren into his arms. As the two men shared a kiss, both felt their dicks hardening between them. The harder they became, the stronger their kissing.
A short time later, Tom pulled back and said, "What say we take this to the bedroom? I want to feel your lips around my cock while I suck you."
Not speaking, Bren followed Tom into his bedroom. Both men fell on the bed, Bren's head at Tom's feet.
Bren enjoyed the sight of Tom's hairy crotch before him. The man's chest hair and wide treasure trail travelled thickly into his wide spread brown pubes. Tom's balls were thickly coated as well as was the area between his balls and asshole.
Such a lovely sight, Bren though as he began licking Tom's hairy shaft.
Tom started by licking Bren's furry ball sac, causing Bren's body to shudder. Tom suddenly wrapped his lips around Bren's cock head.
Bren moaned and pressed his mouth against Tom's thick mushroom head. He opened his mouth wide and began working his way down Tom's hairy shaft.
Tom pulled off for a moment and said, "God, that feels good." Then he took Bren back into his mouth and worked his way down to Bren's thick black pubes.
Bren did the same, and when Tom's pubic curls tickled his nose, Bren found himself breathing deeply, enjoying the sweet aroma. He loved the rich man scent Tom's body was giving off.
For the next several moments both men continued pleasuring each other with their mouths.
Bren suddenly realized he was going to cum. He pulled off and warned, "I'm going to shoot."
Tom responded by working his mouth harder up and down Bren's cock.
Bren felt his dick swell up and when the first spurt of his creamy load hit the back of Tom's throat, Bren thought he was going to pass out.
Bren felt Tom's dick thicken inside his mouth, and he knew his partner was getting ready to erupt. He worked Tom's cock faster and was rewarded with the man's thick creamy load.
"Fuck!" Tom cried out. He filled Bren's mouth with several hot jets of cream.
Afterward, both men lay still with a cock in their mouth. Both mouths were empty of cum, having swallowed each other's load.
Bren was the first to speak. "God, I can't remember when I've had a blow job as great as this."
Tom let go of Bren and turned around. He lay on his side and reached over to give Bren a kiss.
"Nor I," Tom said. He gave Bren another kiss and said, "I think we're going to work well together, my friend."
Bren ran a hand through Tom's chest hair, enjoying the way the curls tickled his fingers. "I think you're right. About us working well together, I mean."
The two men lay side by side for a while, just talking and getting to know each other. It was Tom who finally broke the moment.
"I'd love to stay here with you the rest of the day. Who the hell knows what might happen. However, duty calls. I have to meet my team in the cafeteria in an hour to put the evening meal together."
Bren stood to his feet. "Do you need any help? I can shower and join you."
"No objection from me. However, you should check with Chad and see what he has planned."
Bren grinned and gave a wave to Tom. "I can do that. Catch you later."
"Oh, I definitely plan on doing that. Later, Bren."
Bren opened the door and stepped out into the hall. He discovered Max coming out of his room. Bren was hoping to pass by without speaking, but Max didn't let him.
Grinning, Max said, "I take it Tom's showing you the ropes?"
Trying not to become embarrassed, Bren said, "Yeah, he's showed me a rope or two, Max."
Still grinning, Max said, "Yeah, I'll just bet it was several ropes. Were they thick and hot?"
Deciding to tease back, Bren said, "They were the thickest I've seen in a very long time, Max."
Max gave Bren a pat on the back. "I hope he has time to make it to the cafeteria. He and I are on cafeteria duty this evening. That's where I'm headed now."
"Come to think of it, he did mention something about that," Bren answered. "I'm going to get a shower and head over to see where I'm supposed to be."
"Oh, I can tell you that," Max answered. "Chad told me earlier today that he needed to catch you. You're assigned to us this evening."
"Alright. I'll see you in a bit."
Bren walked on down the hall. When he came to his room, he opened the door and hurried inside his apartment. Stepping into the shower, he thought about his time so far at the Community. Thinking about the good time he had just enjoyed with Tom, Bren decided he was going to really enjoy being a part of the Community,
Chapter Eight
When Bren walked into his classroom the first day of school, he had not slept at all the night before. He had tried everything he could think of, but nothing had helped. He had even jacked off three times hoping that would help him to relax. He ended up with a tender dick and no rest. His first class of the day was the eighteen year old students, and in a way, Bren was thankful for that. He wasn't exactly sure why, but for some reason, he thought he would be a little more comfortable with the older boys. His first class was English. He was curious to see where the students stood in their rating.
Bren walked to his desk and took a seat. He had already made his lesson plans for the week. The books he would need were already spread out on the desk in front of him.
Bren looked up at the clock on the wall and discovered he had ten minutes until class began. He was fairly certain his students would not be in their seats early. He had already met with all of them, so they knew exactly what their new teacher looked like.
He opened his English text book to the first lesson and did a quick review of what he was going to teach the first day. It wouldn't be much, as he wanted to spend most of the time getting to know more about the students.
Jaren and Charlie were the first to arrive. Bren had found Jaren very interesting. Jaren was a red head from the top of his head to his ankles, covered in the brightest red fur Bren had ever seen. As a result, Jaren had really light skin, giving the boy cause to take care of his body when out in the sunshine.
Charlie was one of the thickly coated brown haired students in the class, and Bren couldn't help but notice just how hot his body was. Damn, he was really going to have to be careful, he thought.
"Hey, guys," he greeted the two. "Welcome!"
Jaren grinned and said, "I forgot, do we call you Bren or Mr. Wells?"
"I understand everyone addresses each other by their first name," Bren answered. "If you would rather call me Mr. Wells, I'm okay with that. However, I would hope that you would be comfortable using my first name."
"Brenden," Jaren persisted.
"Again, if that's your choice. I would rather you call me Bren, though. That's what' I'm most use to."
Jaren grinned and said, "Then `Bren' it is." He slipped into his seat.
It wasn't long until the other students were sitting in their seats as well. Besides Jaren and Charlie, there was Cole, Denny, Lamont, Cliff, Darren and David. These students would be in Bren's first class of the day for the entire first semester.
When Bren began class, he continued sitting at his desk. Because these students were the older ones on campus, he had decided on a particular path to begin his first day.
"Okay, guys, everyone here has one on me. I understand all of you attended school here last year. Correct?"
They assured him he had the right information.
"Good. I'm glad that everyone here knows the ropes and the rules. As far as I know, none of the rules have changed from last year to this. So this is what I have to say.
"I'm going to be very honest with you. I have been really concerned about standing in front of you guys naked trying to teach English and history. You guys are eighteen. I will soon be twenty-six. Right now that may seem a big difference, but I can honestly say, eight years is not much at all. I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm a man. Perhaps you find yourself getting hard for no reason at all. It just happens to you. Well, the same will probably happen to me as well. I'll try and not make it intentional, but if it happens, I promise to remain on task and not become embarrassed. I hope I can count on you the same way." Bren looked around the room. "Can I?"
Cole raised his hand."
"Yes, Cole?"
"Believe it or not, Bren, we know how to behave. We also know that you're not that much older than us. And like us, I'm sure that air blowing across your crotch can cause you to become hard. If it does, it does."
Bren thanked him for his comment and asked, "Does everyone else feel the same way?"
The others gave a nod with their head, and suddenly it seemed it would be "business as usual".
"Okay, here's what we're going to do this morning," Bren told them. "I realize that I have talked with each one of you since moving into the Community. However, this morning I would like for you to tell me something about yourselves. I'm not asking you to share any deep dark secret with me or the class. Just something that I probably wouldn't know otherwise."
Again, Cole was the first one to raise his hand. It seemed to Bren that Cole was going to be a leader of this class.
"I'm a Netflix binger," he said. "Nothing satisfies me more than enjoying a weekend watching movies."
"Must be sex movies," black haired Cliff remarked with a laugh.
"Okay, we're not going there," Bren spoke up. "Don't get me wrong. I can tease as well as the next guy. Let's keep that sort of teasing out of the classroom, alright?"
Cliff's face turned a light shade of red, and he apologized.
"No need to apologize," Bren assured him.
Most of the class time was spent listening to all of the students telling Bren about themselves. He ended things by saying a little about himself. He assured Cole that he also enjoyed binging on Netflix, as well as Amazon. He told them he like Sci-Fi stories.
"Time travelling?" David asked.
"Yes, time travel. I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but I even enjoy movies with vampires and witches," Bren told them.
It was soon time to end the class and greet the next group of students. Before Bren dismissed them, he told the students not to expect all of his classes to be this way.
"We'll hit the books hard tomorrow," he assured the boys. "Now that we know each other a little better, we'll get down to the business of learning and having fun."
"Yeah, fun. Right," Lamont, an African American grinned.
"Learning can be fun," Bren assured him. "Come back tomorrow and you will see. Later on, guys," he said dismissing them.
Bren's next class were the seventeen year old students. Two of these, Barry and Max, were very familiar to Bren. They had even been to Bren's apartment several times, along with Tom Varney, Bren's teaching partner, to watch Netflix movies. Both of them were a little too familiar with Bren to make him comfortable being with them alone. He thought in time things would smooth out. For the time being, however, Bren felt better having Tom with them when they were in his apartment.
Bren's second class went about the same as the first. Since this class was a year younger Bren felt he needed to make sure they were all clear with the rules of the Community concerning students and teachers.
"Yeah, we know we're not to jump your bones," Barry retorted with a grin.
Of course Barry would make a comment like that, Bren thought. Aloud he said, "As I assured my first class, I can tease as much as the next guy. However, please, we need to keep the topic of discussion on task here in the classroom."
"So outside we can discuss whatever?" Max asked.
"Of course," Bren answered. "The way I understand it, living in the Community, we are privileged to be able to discuss anything that we like."
Larry, another red haired student, asked, "Outside of the class room if I want to talk with you about fucking, you would be okay with that?"
Even though Bren had made up his mind to be as opened minded as he could, Larry's comment managed to embarrass him.
Looking straight at Larry Bren said, "As I said, outside of the classroom, as far as I'm concerned, there are no boundaries for topics of discussion. If fucking is on your mind and I'm pretty certain it is most of the time, that's what we'll discuss."
The other boys laughed and a blond student named Kyle said, "Larry's always horny."
More laughter resulted from Kyle's remark.
"As was mentioned in my first class, most of us can get hard just from air blowing across our crotch. Myself included," Bren said. "Now, back to the task at hand. English. Let's get to it."
"Hand jobs are great," Larry remarked.
"Guys, I'm serious." Making his voice sound rough, Bren said, "This is not conversation for the classroom. Do I make myself clear?"
Every student gave a nod of their head, indicating they realized it was time to move on. Barry jumped in leading the way, and the rest followed his example. Bren decided that having Barry in this class and Cole in the one before was going to be a good thing. They both appeared to be born leaders, and Bren was grateful for their presence. He could already see them as being great helpers during the school year.