Hairy Ever After

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Chapter Fifty-Nine

Wednesday afternoon Bren and Tom dressed in blue jeans and tee shirts and met Chad in the parking lot next to the Administration building. They were out of school Wednesday, Thursday and Friday for Spring Break, and the Founder wanted them to see the work progress that was taking place in the campground. Parker was standing next to Chad's car talking with Chad when they arrived.

"Shame on you for making us get dressed," Tom greeted.

Chad grinned. "Give me a hug, guys."

Bren ran his hands up and down the shirt that covered his chest. "Won't feel the same."

When hugs were shared, Chad said, "Brad has already left in the Van with the seniors. I thought it was time they see the grounds. When summer arrives and all of the students are staying there, I want some responsibility given to the older ones."

"Great idea," Parker said as they piled into Chad's car.

The campground was just a few miles away, and it didn't take long to arrive at the entrance gate. The Van carrying Brad and the students was parked next to a brand new looking gate.

"Damn, I forgot to give Brad the new pass code." Chad got out of his car and hurried over and punched in a number on a shiny key pad. As the gate began crawling inward, he called, "Sorry, Brad. I forgot that I had changed the code. Remind me to give it to you."

"Aren't the men working today?" Bren asked as Chad got back into his car.

"They are, but I've told them the gate is to be closed at all times, even when they are here working."

Brad led the way, and soon he and Chad pulled up in front of the Mess hall.

"Jeez, this is going to be so cool," blond headed Denny remarked as they entered the building."

Cole looked around the big area that would be used for eating meals. "This looks promising. Hell, the summer may prove to be very interesting."

Workmen were scattered throughout the building working with air ducts. One of the men went up to Chad, and the two began talking. Bren thought perhaps the man was the Foreman in charge of the heating and air project.

An hour went by as the staff and students toured the buildings. The students made several comments, and Bren couldn't keep from smiling at most of them.

When the tour was over, and they were once again standing in front of the Mess hall, Cole walked over and stood next to Bren. "It's going to be awesome living here this summer."

"It will be nice," Bren agreed. "Cole, do you know why Chad wanted you guys to see the grounds today?"

Cole shook his head, and Bren said, "This is going to be a busy summer. Chad is expecting you senior boys to help with the younger students. The staff is going to be involved with different projects, and the Founder is going to need you guys to help him out."

Cole shrugged his shoulders. "How?"

"When the time comes, he will fill you in. For now, just know that your help is going to be needed when the move is made."

Chad and Brad joined the group, and Chad, looking at the students, said, "Before school is out, I'm going to be meeting with you seniors. This summer is going to be a busy one, and I'm really depending on you to help me out."

A couple of questions were raised, and Chad said, "Not now. Once a definite plan is made, I'll share with you. For the time being, just know that I appreciate every one of you. All of us working together, I know it will be a smooth summer. Let's head back to the Community."

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Barry entered his dorm room carrying two drinks. He used a leg to push the door shut and discovered Sawyer sitting cross legged on his bed. The boy was dressed as usual, wearing jeans and a tee shirt. Barry handed one of the drinks to his roommate.

"Why this?"

There were two desktops built into the wall, and a chair was at each of them. Barry pulled his robe off and threw it across the chair in front of his desk. Naked, he flopped down on his bed. Twisting the lid off his drink, he took a swig and said, "I know I didn't have to, Sawyer. I had to drop something off at the Post Office, so I thought I'd get us a drink."

Barry rested his body against the wall next to his bed and took another drink of Coke. His free hand went to his chest, and he gently tugged some of the brown hair that covered it. He studied Sawyer, and it was all too clear how miserable his roommate was.

Sawyer finally opened his drink. "Thanks," he muttered.

"Wow," Barry thought. "Maybe the kid's finally coming around."

After taking a drink, Sawyer said, "I had to talk with the counselor yesterday."

Barry waited, but the boy became silent. "So? How did it go?"

"If I don't agree to go bare-ass naked, I'm going to be kicked out."

Barry sat his drink on the small table next to his bed. "Did Rob tell you that?"

"Same as."

Barry found his heart going out to the boy sitting on the other bed. He wished like hell that he could help Sawyer. He looked closely at the boy, taking in all of his features. Thick black hair covered his head, but it was evident to Barry that it never saw a comb or brush. Sawyer was actually a nice looking kid. Although he was just fifteen, Barry could see that the teen was developing into a very attractive guy.

"Sawyer, are you gay?"

"Why the fuck would you ask me that?"

Barry shrugged. "It's a fair question, given our living circumstances."

Sawyer remained silent.

"Sawyer, whether you're gay or not doesn't matter. Either way, you can keep on living here."

"Yeah, as long as I bow down to old man Thomas' rules."

Barry smiled. He had an idea how old the Founder was, but he had never thought of the man as being old. Chad was, well, he was just Chad. Barry had the greatest respect for the man.

"Sawyer, do you want to go to a foster home?"

"Where did that come from?"

"Because if you aren't willing to live here, I don't think you have any other choice."

"You think that I'll be sent to one of those places?"

"You tell me, Sawyer. You're a bright kid. You do realize the decision is up to you, and you alone, right? You can blame Chad, Rob, and anyone else you want, but bottom line is, the ball's in your court."

"But why be naked all the time?"

Barry took a moment to think. "Tell me, Sawyer, why do you object to the idea?" As he asked the question, Barry ran a hand down his chest. When he came to his pubes, he stopped.

"Because it's bad."

The boy's words took Barry by surprise. "Bad? How do you mean?"

Barry saw that Sawyer was actually looking at him. He waited to see if the boy would answer his question.

"My grandfather walked into my room and found me naked on the bed. He told me I was being bad."

Barry was puzzled. "I don't understand why being naked in your own room would be bad."

"Well, I was – "

When Sawyer didn't continue, the lightbulb in Barry's brain suddenly clicked on high beam. Sawyer hadn't just been naked, he had been jacking off. "Sawyer, I may not have the right to judge your grandparent, but I've got a pretty good idea of what you were doing, and trust me, doing that is not bad."

"He said it was. He called me a pervert and said I was sick."

Barry suddenly wanted to give his roommate a hug, but he was afraid that if he did, Sawyer would clam up again. Remaining on his bed, he said, "Sawyer, listen to me. You are not bad, perverted, or any other disgusting thing that your grandfather may have called you."

"He seems to think that I am."

"Then fuck him!"

Once the words were out of his mouth, Barry wished he could retrieve them. He had spoken without thinking. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"No need to apologize to me."

"Can I ask you another question, Sawyer?"

Seeing the boy nod, Barry asked, "Is your grandfather the reason you got into trouble on the street?"

"After he found me – well, jacking off – he had nothing good to say to me. He wasn't a kind man to begin with, and after he found me in the bedroom, all pretense was gone."

"What about your grandmother?"

"She agrees with him. Neither of them were crazy about me coming to live with them. I think they considered me as an obligation, and they resented me for it."

"But you had just lost your parents. Was it your mother or dad that was their child?"

"My dad's parents. My dad never got along with his parents."

"I take it there was no one else you could live with."

Sawyer shook his head. "Just my grandparents. My mom's parents died a few years back."

"I still think your grandfather was wrong, Sawyer. There is nothing perverted or sick or bad about you. And another thing, you should never be ashamed of your body or any reaction it has."

"You asked if I was gay."

"I did."

"If I like looking at your body, does that make me gay?"

"Only you know the answer to that. As for me, I have no doubt that I'm gay. Hairy bodies really turn me on."

Barry felt his cock chubbing up. "Look at my dick. I'm about to get hard. Do you think that makes me a bad person?"

Sawyer's eyes landed on his roommate's growing cock. "No, I don't think it does."

"I know it doesn't. Sawyer, I'm sorry that your grandparents have hurt you. I can't, and I won't try and justify the way they treated you. That's why I wish like hell that you could learn to like this place." Barry had another thought. "I do know one thing. Should you decide to go into Foster Care, I really doubt that the home you're assigned to will accept you being gay. You might be lucky, but I don't think so. You would end up having to hide the way you feel, and I think we both know that wouldn't end well."

"So, you think I really am gay?"

"I told you, Sawyer, only you can know that. Let me ask you something. You admitted to me that your grandfather caught you jacking off. When you jack, do you think about guys or girls?"

"Usually guys."

"Usually?"

"Always," Sawyer said.

"Well, as I said, only you can know for certain. I will tell you this. Anytime I jerk off, I always think about a guy."

"So you jack off?"

Barry raised a hand in the air the same way he would if Bren asked him a question in class and grinned. "Guilty."

"I've never seen you."

Barry's cock gave a leap through his thick brown pubes and pointed out away from his crotch. "I've been doing it in the shower, because I knew you were having problems accepting life here. I didn't want to offend or upset you."

Barry saw the boy touch his crotch, and he could see that Sawyer's dick was growing underneath his blue jeans. He smiled when the boy quickly pulled his hand away.

"How often do you jack?" Sawyer asked.

"A lot lately."

"Lately?"

"Look, you were honest with me, Sawyer. I'll be the same with you. When Cole and I were roommates, we fucked most every day."

"For real?" Sawyer's face took on a surprised look.

"For real."

"Fuck." The word passed softly from the boy's lips.

"Exactly."

Barry wrapped a fist around his hardon. "If you had any doubts about me being gay, I'm pretty sure you don't have any now."

Leaving his fingers wrapped around his dick, Barry said, "I know you're hard under those jeans, and I would love to see it. If you're a bad person, then, by God, I'm right there with you, Sawyer."

The boy was silent for such a long time that Barry was afraid he had fucked the situation up. When Sawyer didn't make a move, Barry decided to stroke his cock a little. He gave it a couple of tugs and waited for Sawyer to make a move.

Sawyer's hands moved slowly down and grasped the bottom of his tee shirt. He began pulling it up his body to his shoulders. Turning his back to Barry, the boy removed the shirt and tossed it on the bed.

Barry waited to see what his roommate would do next. Could the kid actually be coming around? He wondered. Sawyer became very still, and Barry waited to see what might happen next.

Sawyer placed his hands on his bare shoulders and didn't speak or move. He sat on his bed and faced the wall.

The longer Barry stared at his roommate's back, the angrier he became. Not with Sawyer, but with the bastard that was his grandfather. He certainly understood the reason for Sawyer's behavior since arriving in the Community. Barry took a moment to think about Sawyer's life before coming there. He had heard about the rough crowd and the drugs in the kid's life. A tiny bit of judgement tried to crawl into his brain, but he quickly pushed it out. Sawyer needed support and not condemnation in his life. "Hell," he thought, "If I had been in the same situation, I don't know what I would have done."

Barry said, "Sawyer, look at me. Please?"

The boy turned just enough to let his roommate see his face. His hands remained on his shoulders, and a moment later his eyes connected with Barry's.

"Listen to me, Sawyer. You are not a bad person. There is nothing wrong with you. You're not perverted, sick or anything else your grandparents may have called you." Barry shook his head. "I don't know what else I can say to convince you. You truly aren't a bad person, Sawyer."

Sawyer turned until he faced his roommate. "Can you be sure about that?"

"I can."

Sawyer lowered his hands, and Barry could see the boy's chest clearly. There was no actual hair growing there yet, but a patch of black fuzz appeared between his two nipples. For now, Sawyer's stomach was smooth, but Barry was pretty sure it wouldn't remain that way. He smiled and said, "Nice chest, man. I assure you, nothing about it is bad, and you have nothing to be ashamed of."

Sawyer ran a finger through the fuzz and asked, "Do you think my chest will be as hairy as yours?"

Barry shook his head. "I have no idea, but I'm guessing it won't be long before a thick black mat will replace all that fuzz."

Barry watched the boy's hands go to his jeans, and he smiled. Maybe the kid was going to be alright after all. When Sawyer didn't move, Barry said, "You have nothing to be ashamed of down there either."

"I'm not so sure."

Barry's cock had been hard for quite some time, and he was pretty sure Sawyer's had been as well. He said, "It's alright if you're hard. Hell, look at my dick. I'm not ashamed of having a hardon, and you shouldn't be either."

Barry held his breath as he watched the boy stand to his feet. Sawyer unsnapped the button on his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down, all the time keeping his eyes planted on the floor. Barry wanted to tell the boy to look at him, but he felt progress had been made, and he didn't want to hinder it.

When Sawyer pulled his jeans down to his knees, Barry wasn't surprised to see two things. The boy was wearing underwear, and underneath them was a hard cock. Barry couldn't miss the way it tried to escape from the tight constraint the material caused. He also saw a bit of black hair peaking over the waistband of Sawyer's shorts.

"Look at me," Barry said again when Sawyer's eyes were focused on the floor. "Look at me," he repeated.

Sawyer slowly pulled his eyes upward until he was looking directly at his roommate's face.

"Who gives a fuck if you're hard?" Barry took hold of his erection. "I'm hard, and I don't feel bad or perverted because of it. You don't need to either."

"You do have a nice dick."

Barry grinned. "Comments like that assure me that you really are gay. Not that I had any doubts before." He hesitated for a second or two and then asked, "So, can I see yours?"

Sawyer didn't answer, but Barry saw the boy's cock jerk underneath the shorts.

"You promise not to laugh?"

"You have my word, Sawyer. I would never laugh at you."

Sawyer's jeans were still around his ankles. He slid his shorts down and stepped out of them both. As he stood beside his bed naked, he once again aimed his eyes down at the floor.

Barry wasn't surprised to see that the boy's dick was hard. He had even noticed a wet spot on the shorts before Sawyer removed them. The boy stood in front of him, and Barry could see how embarrassed he was.

"Sawyer, you are absolutely beautiful."

Barry eyed the boy's furry crotch and saw a thick strand of pre cum drop from his dick. Sawyer might not have any chest hair yet, but the thick black hair that grew around his cock made up for it. The boy's balls, like his chest, were covered in black fuzz. Barry could see that one day they would be covered in the same black fur that circled Sawyer's dick.

"You really are beautiful, Sawyer. There is nothing wrong with you or your body. Don't ever let anyone try and say differently."

"How big is your dick?"

Barry took hold of his cock and grinned. "It might not be large by some standards, but I'll happily accept the six and a half inches I have."

"I don't know how big mine is." Sawyer looked at his hardon.

"Let's find out."

Barry hurried over to his desk and pulled the center drawer out. He returned carrying a ruler. "Do you want to do the honors or me?"

"You can."

"Gladly."

Barry placed the ruler along Sawyer's hard shaft and slid the edge down to the base of the boy's dick. The end of the ruler was buried in Sawyer's thick pubes. Barry held it in place and enjoyed feeling the boy's pubes tickling his fingers. The numbers on the ruler were face down. Barry placed a finger below the ruler and against Sawyer's cockhead. He was pleased to feel pre cum coming from the boy's dick. Leaving his finger to mark the spot, Barry removed the measuring stick and turned it over.

"Six inches," he read.

"Is that all?"

Barry smiled. "Relax, kid. You've still got plenty of time to grow. Trust me, however many inches you end up with, every one of them will work well for you."

Barry returned the ruler to the drawer.

"Your ass is hairy," Sawyer commented.

"I've been told that." Barry turned around and leaned over. "Tell me what you see." He pulled his ass cheeks apart to give Sawyer a better view.

"Brown hair is growing along your crack."

Keeping his ass spread, Barry asked, "What else do you see?"

"Your hole is hairy, too. Actually, it's very hairy."

Barry straightened back up.

"Quite a bit of hair on your back, too," Sawyer observed.

"Okay, my turn. Turn around please."

Without any hesitation, Sawyer turned around and gave Barry a view of his backside.

"Okay, black fuzz on your back. There's a light dusting of black hair on your ass. I'm sure it will get thicker as you grow older. Bend over and pull your cheeks apart."

When the boy accommodated, Barry discovered a thin line of black hair traveling along his crack. Without thinking, he ran a finger through it.

"What the fuck!"

"Sorry, Sawyer. Did that without thinking."

Sawyer leaned over again and asked, "What does my asshole look like?"

Barry leaned closer in order to get a better view. "There's a thin line of black hair growing around it. Like the rest of you, I imagine as you get older, it will become thicker."

Sawyer raised back up and turned around. When he did, Barry saw a heavy strand of pre cum stretching down from his pee slit.

Barry grinned. "Okay, I'm going to jack off. You can either go in the bathroom and do, it or, you can jack right here. Personally I would love to see you jerking your dick."

Barry fell down on his bed and made a fist around his hard shaft. He gave it a couple of tugs and then stopped. The table next to his bed had one drawer, and he pulled it open. He pushed his hand inside and returned with a bottle of lube.

"This makes it feel so much better." He squeezed a nice sized amount out into the palm of his hand and rolled the bottle across the floor to where his roommate was still standing. He coated his dick with the gel and began a slow jacking rhythm. As he stroked he smiled at Sawyer.

Sawyer stood for a time taking in the sight. He didn't pick up the lube bottle. He just remained where he was, glued to the sight before his eyes. Finally he said, "I've never seen another guy jack off before."

Still tugging gently on his dick, Barry asked, "Do you like watching me jerk off?"

Sawyer replied with a silent nod. His eyes remained on his roommate's crotch.

Barry increased his speed a little. While one hand jacked, the other went down and played with his furry nut sac. For a time he continued doing the same thing. Then his hand left his balls and fell on his hairy chest. As he continued jacking, he started playing in the thick brown curls that covered his chest.

"Fuck it!" Sawyer picked the bottle of lube off the floor and took it to the bed with him.

Barry watched as his roommate covered his dick with the slippery gel.

"Cover it good, Sawyer. The more gel you use, the better it feels."

Barry watched the boy give the bottle a toss and take hold of his dick. It was hot watching the kid stroke. Barry jacked harder and moaned. "Feels fucking good, doesn't it?"

From across the room, Sawyer moaned. "God, yes. Really good." Jacking off with another guy excited him.

Barry was getting into it now, and he felt his balls give the familiar tingle that warned him they were about to erupt a nice load for him.

"I'm sorry," Sawyer suddenly said.

Barry saw the first spurt of the boy's cum shoot out on his chest. The sight was too much for him, and Barry felt his body being taken over with pleasure. Cum began erupting from his cock and splattered in the thick matted hair on his chest. He continued jacking until there was nothing left in his balls.

When it was over, and he was left with a chest full of his cum, Barry looked over at his roommate. The boy, like himself, still had a fist wrapped around his dick. The only sound in the room was the two of them breathing.

"Never apologize," Barry said a few minutes later.

"For what?"

Barry ran his fingers through the cum-filled hair on his chest. "For cumming. When you started to shoot your load, you said, `I'm sorry'. Never apologize for that. Just enjoy the pleasure it brings you."

"You shot more cum than me," Sawyer said.

"Did I?" Barry shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I'm two years older than you. My loads should be bigger. You'll get there, you'll see."

"This has been very – different," Sawyer said at last.

"I hope it's been a good `different'."

Sawyer rolled over in his bed and looked at his roommate. "Thanks."

"For what?"

"Just – thanks."

"You're welcome, Bud. Tell me something. Do you think you're going to choose the Community as your home?"

Sawyer didn't answer right away. "You know, surprised as I am, I think I might."

Barry played with some of his sticky chest hair. "If you do, I'll promise to be a good roommate."

Sawyer sat up on his bed. "Does that mean I have to let you fuck me? Like you and your other roommate did?"

Barry stood to his feet. "First of all, I would never ask or make you do anything you weren't comfortable with. It was great jacking off with you, so, for now, let's go with that."

Barry walked toward the bathroom door. "I'm going to shower. It's almost dinner time. You probably should take one as well. I don't think either one of us want to walk into the cafeteria smelling like cum."

Barry walked into the bathroom and turned the water on in the shower. As he stepped under the spray of needles, he said quietly, "Damn, I think the kid's going to make it after all."

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Bren was alone in the apartment Thursday afternoon when his phone rang. When he picked it up, he saw his brother's name on the screen. He hadn't heard from Chance since moving into the Community.

"Hey, Chance." The surprise he felt clearly came out in his voice.

His brother greeted him. "How are you?"

"I'm alright."

"Tomorrow's your birthday," he brother's voice said in his ear.

"I'm aware of the fact. It's been on the same day for soon to be twenty-six years."

"I was wondering, would you be up to meeting somewhere for dinner?"

"I would."

"Would Saturday be alright? I know tomorrow's the day, but I'm out of town on business. I won't be back until late tomorrow night."

When Bren ended the call a few minutes later, plans had been made for him and Chance to meet Saturday afternoon at Texas Roadhouse. Bren could hardly believe his brother had called him. Chance hadn't been very understanding when Bren came out to him, and he certainly hadn't understood why Bren wanted to move into the Community and teach school there.

Bren was sitting on the sofa when Tom returned from working in his classroom. He had spent the afternoon rearranging some things in the room. When he closed the door, Tom said, "You have the strangest look on your face." He sat on the sofa beside Bren.

"I just got off the phone with my brother."

"Damn! Is something wrong?"

Bren smiled. "You would think so, but surprisingly enough, Chance wants to meet us Saturday for dinner. To celebrate my birthday."

Tom looked skeptical. "Us?"

"We are us."

"Did you tell Chance about me?"

Bren shook his head. "I was so surprised that I didn't. It won't matter. He'll want to meet you."

Tom didn't agree. "I don't think so."

"You don't know that, Tom."

Tom leaned over and pulled his partner to him. "What I do know is that you haven't seen your brother in over a year. The two of you need to talk."

"I think it would be easier to talk if you were there."

"I'm not sure about that. It may be a little uncomfortable for you at first, but I know you, Brenden Wells. When you meet Chance, you'll know what to say. The two of you need to work things out. Have a couple of margaritas. That will make it easier."

"I don't want to leave you here alone. I still think you should come with me."

Tom grinned. "I think I know exactly how I'll spend my time while you're gone. Remember last week when Chad was here, and I went to the supermarket? Greg's been begging me to spend some time with him. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

"Of course not. You're evening with Greg will be a lot more fun than my time with Chance."

"Still, I'm glad the two of you are meeting."

"What about your sister?" Bren asked. "You haven't mentioned her in months."

"Elaine's alright. At least she accepts the fact that I'm gay. I talk with her on the phone now and then."

"Have you told her about us?"

Tom shook his head. "No, but I plan on doing it soon. Maybe even the next time we speak on the phone."

"What about your mother? Do you ever talk to her?"

Tom shook his head. "I haven't since two Christmases ago. She doesn't understand why I choose to live the life that I do."

"I hate to hear that." Bren thought about his own parents. He was grateful that had told them he was gay. He was even more grateful for the support they gave him. Unlike his brother, Bren's parents loved him even more for being honest with them.

Returning to the present, Bren leaned back against the sofa. "I have something I'd like to run by you."

"I'm listening."

"I've been thinking about the meal we had with Cole and Ben. What would you think about having a dinner party once a month?"

"And our guests would be?"

"Well, it worked out well with Cole and Ben. There are two students in each dorm room. We could invite one room a month?"

"Don't forget about David," Tom reminded. "Until the new rooms are completed and new students arrive, he's bunking alone in that really small room around the corner from my classroom."

Bren smiled. "Lucky him. When he's invited, it will just be the three of us."

Tom grinned. "Yeah, that could really work to our advantage."

"Of course, we'll need to run this by Chad and make sure that he's okay with the plan."

"I don't think he'll object. He's all for building relationships. Now, what about tomorrow? What would you like to do?"

Bren smiled. "You."

"You already have that. Every part of me is yours for the taking."

"About that." Bren pulled Tom off the sofa. "I'd love one of those parts up my ass. Would you fuck me before we head over to dinner?"

Tom's cock had been buried in his mass of pubic hair. The word "fuck" brought it to life. He gave it a tug, and it began getting hard. "I think this particular part would love pushing inside your warm juicy ass."

"How do you want me?"

"Doggie style first."

Bren got on the bed, and balanced his body with his hands and knees. The position gave Tom a good view of his lover's furry ass. He got on the bed behind Bren and pulled the man's cheeks apart.

"Your hairy ass is so fucking hot, Babe. I love how that thick black hair grows around your asshole."

Tom placed his nose in the upper part of Bren's crack, and using his tongue, he left a wet trail in the hairy path. When he reached Bren's love entry, Tom pushed his tongue inside. He breathed in Bren's scent and worked his tongue in and out of the man's ass.

Bren moaned. "Get my ass ready for your cock. Fuck!"

As he tongue fucked Bren, Tom reached between the man's legs and wrapped his fingers around his lover's hard dick. He fucked with his tongue and jacked the man at the same time.

"God, Tom, put your cock inside me," Bren moaned.

Tom pulled his tongue out and crawled toward Bren. He slapped the head of his dick against his partner's asshole. "I think you're wet enough without any lube. If it's uncomfortable for you, let me know, and I'll grease your ass."

When Bren felt the man's cockhead push inside him, his body shivered.

"Okay? Do I need to get the lube?"

Bren's answer was to push back into his lover's hairy body. The action caused his ass to suck Tom's dick inside him.

"Oh my God!" Tom cried out. "I don't think I'll ever tire of feeling you wet ass touching my dick."

Bren's ass was pressed tightly against Tom's thick brown pubes. He loved feeling those curls rubbing against his flesh. Tom tapped his prostate, and Bren cried out.

Tom had settled into a nice rhythm of fucking, and Bren began seeing stars each time the man abused his love nut. He pushed back, forcing Tom's dick to go deeper with each thrust.

"Hang on," Tom said breaking the pace. "I want you to sit on my dick."

Tom slipped out of Bren's ass and fell to the bed on is back. "Have a seat," he grinned.

Bren arranged his body until he was straddling Tom's furry lap. He reached behind him and guided Tom's cock to his hairy entrance. Once he had the head of his lover's dick inside him, Bren took a deep breath, relaxed his body, and dropped into Tom's lap. The man's cock was buried deep inside him, and the intense feeling he got from it drove Bren crazy. Using his legs and knees to power him, Bren rocked up and down on Tom's thick cock. Fucking this way allowed Bren to look directly into Tom's eyes. He smiled tenderly at the man he loved with every fiber of his being.

Tom placed his hands on Bren's hairy chest. "I love that you're so hairy, Babe."

They fucked in that position for a while until Tom said, "I want to fuck you another way."

Bren raised up, and Tom's dick sprung free. "How?"

Tom rolled off the bed and told Bren to get on his back. "Raise your legs."

Tom pulled his lover to the edge of the bed and pushed his legs back a little further. He aimed his dick at Bren's hairy entrance and shoved it inside.

"Goddamn! You are so fucking deep, Tom."

Tom muttered something Bren couldn't understand and began pounding his ass hard. In and out he shoved, and each slam against his prostate brought more pre cum out of Bren's cock. It provided the lube he needed to jack off.

Tom fucked in. Fucked out. In. Out. In. Out.

Bren matched his strokes with Tom's thrusts, and it wasn't long before he felt his orgasm approaching. His balls tingled, tightened up against his body, and the first jet of cum flew out and landed in the middle of his hairy chest.

"Fuck!" Tom cried out.

While Bren was enjoying his intense wave of orgasm, he felt Tom's dick shudder inside his ass. Suddenly he felt a hot jet of cream force its way between the walls of his ass, followed by several more hard spurts.

"Jesus!" Tom had finished shooting cum, and he fell weakly against Bren's raised legs.

Bren forced the muscles in his ass to clamp down on Tom's dick.

Tom moaned. "God, that takes me by surprise every time you do that."

Bren repeated the action, and again, Tom cried out.

"If I didn't know better, I would think you were pain," Bren said.

Tom's cock was still buried in Bren's cum-filled ass. "A pain that I don't mind experiencing two or three times a day."

Bren looked at the alarm clock on the table beside the bed. "I hate to break this up, but if we don't hit the cafeteria soon, you're going to be experiencing pains of hunger."

Tom pulled his cock slowly out and said, "I can always drink cum. It's high in protein."

"Is that what you want to do?"

Tom gave his lover's ass a playful swat. "That's not a bad idea, but after the workout you just gave me, I need something a little more solid in my stomach."

"Then, let's hit the shower and go eat. We really have the good life, don't we?"