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Chapter Nine
Bren's first day of class was over, and he was sitting at his desk working on the next day's lessons when the Founder leaned inside the room and knocked on the wall.
"May I come in?"
Bren invited the man inside his classroom.
"I just wanted to check on how things went for you today," the Founder greeted. "I hope the boys didn't give you too much grief."
As was expected of any resident of the Community, the Founder was naked as he walked into the room and took a seat at one of the desks.
Bren laid his pen down on a notebook and smiled at the doctor.
"I think it went well," he assured Chad.
"You appear to have survived," Chad commented giving his newest teacher a smile.
"I think everything went as expected, giving this was the first day back in school. To be honest, the entire day wasn't spent teaching. I find it beneficial to learn about my students, their likes, dislikes. I find that if I give out time and respect, I'll receive it back. They know that when they walk into the classroom tomorrow things are going to be different."
"That's great, Bren," the Founder praised. "That's exactly what I expect of my teachers. I want you to get to know your students. Having their respect for you will not only make things easier for you, but it will also create a desire in them to learn."
The founder stood to his feet and held out his arms. "Give me a hug, Bren. I know you have things you need to do."
Bren walked around his desk and gave the Founder a hug. He wrapped his arms around Chad, and the two men hugged each other tightly. Holding the doctor close, Bren wasn't surprised to feel his cock jerk.
Breaking his embrace, Bren said, "You just shouldn't be so damned good looking. I can't help myself."
The Founder smiled as he looked down at his growing dick. "I could say the same for you, Bren. However, I leave you with your own thoughts on this matter."
The Founder walked to the door and stopped. Turning around, he said, "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you the main reason for my visit."
Grinning, Bren said, "Oh, you didn't drop by to check on me?"
"Actually, no, I didn't. As for your first day, I had no doubt you would succeed. I mainly came here to tell you that Brad and I will both be away from the Community in the morning. We have some business to take care of. We should be back tomorrow afternoon."
"Shouldn't be a problem," Bren assured the Founder. "If tomorrow is anything like today, there won't be a thing to worry about."
"I don't think you will, but should you have a problem, Rob will be just down the hall. He's going to make himself available."
Bren made his way across the room to the Founder. He reached over and gave the man a kiss on the mouth. The action caused Chad's cock to leap between them, resulting in Bren's dick instantly growing to its full length. The two hairy rods found each other and nested in thick pubes.
Stepping back Bren said, "I must admit, I enjoy how you react when I get close to you."
Chad grinned and reached down to take hold of his newest teacher's cock. "I believe the feeling's mutual. I can't this evening, but I think you and I need to have a visit very soon." He gave Bren's dick a couple strokes. Bren shivered and shot out a string of pre cum.
Bren placed his hand on the Founder's hairy chest and slowly and ran his fingers down until he reached Chad's wiry brown bush. He continued to make his way through the tight curls until he reached the Founder's hard dick. Bren discovered the doctor was leaking pre cum. He also stroked the man, enjoying the feel of another man's hard cock touching his fingers.
"God, I wish I could spend some time with you, but I have a meeting with Brad in just a few minutes."
Bren gave the man's dick one last tug and pulled his hand away. He smiled and said, "Why don't you meet a little early? I'm sure Brad will be more than happy to take care of your problem."
"You might be right, Bren. Have a good evening."
Saying those words, the Founder turned and made his way along the hall to the building's entrance. Bren remained where he was enjoying the view. Chad Thomas had one hairy ass, and the sight of it kept Bren's cock hard as the man disappeared from sight. Each one of Chad's cheeks were coated heavily with dark brown fur. The man's ass crack had a thick hairy trail, disappearing where Chad's cheeks merged. Bren could only guess how hairy the doctor's hole was.
"I take it you had a good visit with the doctor."
Startled out of his day dreaming, Bren discovered Tom standing in the doorway to his classroom.
Bren looked down at his dick and grinned. "I guess there's no use to try and deny it, is there? The man is just too goddamned hot."
"I agree," Tom said. "But then, he's not the only one around here." Saying that, Tom reached over and took hold of Bren's fury hard cock. "If you would like to step back into the classroom, I would be more than willing to take care of this for you."
Not saying a word, Bren pulled his teaching partner into the room and closed the door after them. He gave the lock on the door a twist and pushed Tom to the floor.
"Suck me," Bren pleaded.
"I take it you want to feed me your cum," Tom said looking into Bren's eyes.
"Oh, hell yes," Bren breathed. "If the Founder hadn't left when he did, he would be receiving it instead of you."
"Not disappointed, are you?"
"Fuck no! I'm going to give you a big load. Just warning you."
Bren shivered as he felt Tom's tongue began lapping the head of his dick as if it were a thick juicy ice cream cone. Tom lathered the thick mushroom head, leaving it soaking wet, the mixture of his spit and Bren's pre cum.
The sensation Bren felt was so good that it would have been okay with him if Tom didn't do anything else. The other teacher's tongue job was good enough to eventually cause cum to shoot out of Bren's dick if he continued.
Tom suddenly took the tip of Bren's dick inside his mouth and slowly made his way down to the new teacher's pubes.
"Oh, God!"
When Tom's nose was buried deep in the middle of Bren's wiry pubes, he took a deep breath.
The motion caused Bren to freeze. He reached down and pulled Tom off his dick.
"Don't do that," he said. "I'm sure after the first day on the job that I need a shower. I apologize if it's bad down there."
"No, not at all," Tom hastened to assure him. "I love the smell of your bush. It makes me so fucking horny, Bren."
Before Bren could say anything else, he felt Tom's mouth take him in once again. The fresh feeling of a hot mouth taking him inside was enough to drive Bren over the edge. He took hold of Tom's head and began fucking the teacher's face hard. He ground his thick wiry pubes against the man's flesh. Bren's furry balls slammed Tom's chin.
A moment later Bren warned, "I'm going to cum, Tom."
Tom rammed his face into the thick black hair around Bren's dick and accepted the hard face fucking he was receiving. As Bren's cock slammed back and forth inside his mouth, Tom could tell that Bren was indeed about to give him a nice warm creamy gift.
"Here it comes," Bren said trying to keep his voice from being too loud.
By the time he had finished erupting inside Tom's mouth, Bren had shot eight hard jets of cum. As he came down off his sexual high, Bren leaned forward and rested against Tom. When his breathing had become normal once more, Bren leaned down and placed his hands on Tom's shoulders.
"Your turn," Bren said pulling the other man to his feet.
"Are you sure?" Tom asked. "I'm alright."
Bren looked down at Tom's dick. It was swollen almost to the point it looked as if it might explode. Pre cum was leaking out, some of it having dripped along Tom's hairy ball sac and dropped to the floor.
"I think you might explode if we don't take care of this," Bren said grasping the hard hairy shaft between his fingers. "I think exploding with cum would be much better than stroking out because of too much blood flowing into this."
Bren quickly dropped to his knees. Shit, tile is not easy on the knees, he thought. He quickly pushed the thought away. He forgot everything else as he pulled Tom's legs apart enough to allow him easy access to the man's hairy balls. He ran his tongue over each ball, and by the time he had finished, Tom's sac had a covering of thick wet brown hair. For whatever reason, Bren enjoyed the feeling that hair was creating against his tongue. He remained there for a time. Finally he made his way slowly up Tom's hairy hard shaft until he reached his dick head. Bren suddenly realized that although Tom was thicker, his mushroom head was not quite as large as his.
"That should make it a little easier to take," Bren thought to himself.
Tom hadn't been quite as excited as Bren, and therefore, it took him a little longer to cum. He enjoyed fucking Bren's mouth, grinding the man's face with his thick hairy bush.
As his coworker fucked his face, Bren couldn't help but notice how hot Tom's balls felt each time they slammed into his neck. The thick curly fur tickled his skin each time they connected with Bren's flesh.
Tom began slamming harder into Bren's face. He warned, "I'm getting close."
Bren continued sucking the man's cock, his mouth driving the other teacher closer to the edge. He felt Tom's dick thicken up, and he realized he was about to shoot.
"Oh, yes!"
The words were hardly out before Bren felt his mouth filling up with cum. The first several jets hit the back of his throat, forcing him to swallow. The last were not as strong and landed on Bren's tongue. He allowed them to lay there until Tom had finished shooting.
When Bren stood to his feet, Tom gave him a hug. Both furry bodies now sprinkled with some of the left over cum, created a sticky feeling, attaching one to the other.
Tom kissed Bren and allowed him to taste a bit of his own cum. It still tasted pretty fresh to him. Even though both men had just cum, their touch, both body and kiss, created a stir once again. The action made both of them laugh.
"I don't know about you, but my dick is fucking crazy," Bren said. "He may have big ideas, but it's going to be a little bit before he can go back into action."
"Same here," Tom grinned. "You know something, Brenden Wells? I think I'm going to enjoy very much having you next door to me."
"It's a definite plus," Bren agreed. "Also a very good idea we only live down the hall from each other as well," he added.
"Oh, definitely." Tom looked at the clock on the wall. "I hate to cum and go...literally, but I have to take a quick shower and head over to the cafeteria."
"Here, wait a minute," Bren said.
He walked over to his desk and pulled a couple of Kleenex from the box. "You'd better wipe off," he advised handing one to Tom. "Otherwise, anyone you might meet in the hall will know what you've been up to."
Both of their cocks showed they had recently shot a load, as thick droplets were clinging to the tip.
Tom thanked him and said, "Not that it would matter. I could probably bet my next month's salary on the fact that some if not all of our students did the same thing just as soon as school was out."
Tom wiped the tip of his cock and then went to the door. Turning the lock, he said, "Don't you just love these after school projects?"
Cleaning his dick, Bren assured him that he did very much.
Chapter Ten
Bren had dismissed his last class of the day when he received a text from the Founder.
"Please come to my office", the text read.
As Bren finished reading the Founder's text, Tom Varney rushed into his classroom.
"Have you read Chad's text?"
"I have," Bren answered and gave his co-teacher a nod.
"You have any idea what he wants?"
Bren shrugged his shoulders and replied, "No idea at all. He was away from the Community all morning, as was Brad. Perhaps he has something to tell us."
A short time later both teachers made their way to the Founder's office. When they arrived, they discovered the Founder sitting at his desk. Brad was sitting in one of the empty chairs.
"Hey, guys," the Founder greeted. "Thank you for dropping by."
"Hey, Guys," the Community's lawyer said.
The Founder asked Bren to close the door and for them to have a seat alongside Brad.
The Chad leaned forward and folded his arms across the top of his desk.
"Before I bring you up to speed on some changes, I need to stress to you the importance of confidentially. What I am about to tell you simply cannot leave this office. Not yet, at any rate. Are we all clear on the matter?"
Everyone agreed to keep silent on whatever the discussion was to be about.
"When you hear what I have to say, I'm sure you will realize the importance of what I mean. As you know, both Brad and I were away this morning. We're waiting on Rob to get here and then we'll—"
A knock on the door interrupted the Founder. Chad called out, "Come in."
The door opened and Rob Tyler, the counselor/minister, entered the office.
"Sorry I'm late," Rob apologized. "I was having a discussion with a student and lost track of the time." He pulled a chair up and joined the other men sitting around the Founder's desk.
"That's quite alright, Rob," the Founder said. "I apologize for calling the meeting at such a short notice."
Chad repeated once more the necessity of the meeting being confidential. "For now, I want this information to remain in this room. The other staff members will be informed in time, but for now, just the five of us need to know.
"As you are aware, our students are either seventeen or eighteen years of age. That may change in the future. As you know, all of our referrals come from my good friend Tim Wilson. For quite some time now Tim has been after me to think about changing my policy and allowing perhaps fifteen and sixteen year olds to enter our Community."
Seeing the look on the counselor's face, Chad said, "I see that look, Rob. I realize how crazy this idea might sound. Let me try and explain.
"I'll begin by discussing our eighteen year old students. They are of age legally, and truth be known, I guess they could leave the Community and our school anytime they like. However, it would work the same way as if they were in any other school, public or private. They would be a drop out without a diploma, making it hard to find a decent job. Either way, the possibility of them dropping out is not the issue here. I think you will understand when I discuss our seventeen year olds. These students are first of all, underage. Second, they are classified as eleventh graders in high school. Their age requires them to attend school somewhere.
"This being said, let's forget about the possibility of taking on younger students for the time being. I want to address this second group. The seventeen year olds.
"These students have no family, other than their Community one. If they were to leave our Community, these boys would have no one to turn to. Basically they would be boys on the street, if you will. Brad and I have met together most of the summer trying to work out some legal details. This morning we went to meet with a judge that my friend, Tim, knows. The bottom line is that I, myself, am thinking about becoming these boy's legal guardian. Of course, the next step after this meeting is to meet with each one of them individually and get their take on what they think. For it to take place, they would have to be willing.
Rob Tyler was the first one to speak. "That sounds like a lot to take on, Chad. A huge responsibility. However, knowing these student's situations I see it as a miracle coming into their lives. A sense of really belonging somewhere, if you will."
"Exactly," Chad agreed. "As for responsibility, let's face it, I already have that. As do you guys as well," he added.
Bren looked at the Community lawyer and asked, "Is this a safe move legally, Brad? Due to the nature of our Community?" he added.
"Actually the idea of Chad becoming these student's guardian puts the Community on a safer plane. I can think of lots of people not liking the fact that our life style is mainly worshiping and reveling in our natural state of nudity," the lawyer admitted. "Some groups could cause us a lot of problems."
"This brings up another valid concern," Rob said. "In order for Chad to become these student's guardian, isn't there going to have to be some sort of visitation by a social worker? I can't imagine any social service person okaying any type of living arrangement that the Community promotes."
"That's where Tim will be a big help," Chad spoke up. "You see, the judge we spoke with today is actually in favor of what the Community stands for. Because of that, he can assign a certain social worker that will approve of our way of life. Evidently this social worker is like minded with the Community."
Bren finally spoke up. "Well, it looks as if the ball is in these student's court. Whether they are willing to be in your charge legally or not, I mean."
"When are you going to meet with them?" Tom asked.
"There's still some more steps that need to be put into place," the Founder answered. "This is Tuesday. I'm going to make an appointment for the social worker to come and meet with me here. I want him to have a chance to see our Community and what all we provide for not only the students, but our staff members as well. If he's still on board with the plan, I'll begin meeting with each one perhaps by the end of the week. It will be a one on one, so it will take a few days, I'm sure. Brad, you and Rob will be at the meeting with the social worker. Also I would like the two of you in the individual meetings as well.
"I won't go into the details now, but if and when this is all put into play, I have something else in mind for you two," the Founder said addressing Tom and Bren."
Chad asked both teachers if they were okay with teaching younger students, should that event take place.
Bren assured the Founder that he was open to any change that might happen, and Tom echoed his co-worker's words saying he was definitely on board.
"Good, I'm glad to hear that." The Founder paused a moment and then said, "I would like to add something here." Looking around the room, Chad continued, "I am so proud to have each one of you on the team. I can tell that each and every one of you have our student's best interest at heart. I am so grateful for that. As I'm sure you are aware, these boys have no one to whom they can turn to. Bren, I realize that you and Tom are a little young to be a father to these guys, but even in the role of mentor or big brother, you guys are all they have. You two and the Community," he added. "Thank you so much for joining our family. I really appreciate you guys. I appreciate all of the staff."
The Founder leaned back in his chair and said, "That's all I have for now. Any questions?"
No one spoke up, so the Founder pushed his chair back and stood up. "Alright, then, give me a hug and the meeting is adjourned."
Bren took his turn hugging, starting with Rob sitting on his left. Next he hugged Tom, followed with Brad and ending with Chad. Bren found all of the men's hairy bodies exciting, but of all them, he found the Founder's furry skin by far the most exciting. When his hairy chest came in contact with the Founder's body, Bren's dick began rising.
The Founder pulled back and kissed Bren on the mouth. "I've come to expect this," he told Bren as he reached down and gave the teacher's cock a gentle tug.
"You're just too damned hot," Bren said, and his face turned red.
"Let's face it, guys," Rob said and grinned. "We're all too fucking hot. If you have any doubt, look around the room."
Bren laughed. "There does seem to be a lot of hard cocks here."
The lawyer reached down and took hold of his dick. "Nothing wrong with having a hard cock. It's the way we were meant to be. However, duty calls, so my hard cock will have to wait for another time."
"Same here," Rob said.
"Actually, I need to keep the two of you for a bit," Chad informed Brad and Rob. "Bren, you and Tom are free to go. And please remember what I said. This is all very confidential for now."
Bren and Tom assured the Founder they understood, and they left Chad's office, closing the door behind them.
Walking back to their building, Tom asked, "You think the three of them are going to fuck after we leave?"
"I kind of doubt it," Bren answered. "Oh, I'm sure the three of them have fucked many times, but somehow I don't think they will now. After all, these changes the Founder wants to make are quite extreme. I think fucking is the last thing on their minds at the moment."
"You're probably right," Tom decided.
As they left the Administration building Bren said, "Chad must have way more money than he knows what to do with. I can't begin to imagine what it costs to keep this community up and running even for a month. And now, on top of that, he intends on becoming these student's legal care giver."
"As he pointed out in the meeting, it's nothing he hasn't been doing all along," Tom reminded.
"That's true."
Tom said, "Besides, the way I understand things, when Chad's parents were killed in that accident, he was left with a shit load of money. The man definitely has a good heart and enjoys helping others."
They walked across the street and headed for their building. As Bren reached for the door, he said, "One thing's for certain. Things will most likely change big time around here."
Stepping inside the hallway, they stopped talking. As they had both been reminded several times, they had been sworn to absolute secrecy.
Still, as Bren entered his apartment, he couldn't keep the excitement from building up inside of him. Whatever change was coming, he was going to welcome it with open arms.
Chapter Eleven
Bren had just returned from supper in the cafeteria when a knock sounded on his door. He discovered Rob Tyler, counselor/minister, standing in the hallway holding a bottle of wine.
"I thought you might like to share this with me," Rob greeted. "Was I right?"
Bren stepped back and invited Rob inside his apartment.
"Damn straight. Come in and have a seat. I'll pour the wine."
Bren closed the door and took the wine from the counselor. With his other arm he pulled Rob into a hug. It was a nice slow hug, one that Bren hadn't experienced yet with counselor.
"Welcome to the Community," Rob said softly.
The hug left both men with growing cocks.
Looking down, Bren said, "Perhaps the phrase `damn straight' wasn't the correct choice of words. At least the straight part," he added.
"Well, it does look as if something is straight in this room," Rob pointed out.
"Our cocks," Bren agreed.
He told Rob to have a seat, and he went to open the bottle of wine. It had been chilled, and Bren said, "I'm glad you chilled the wine. I really don't know what people see in warm wine. The more chilled the better," he said using a cork screw on the top.
"I agree," Rob said. "Chilled gives it a much better taste."
Bren soon returned with two glasses of wine. Handing one to Rob, he said, "Thanks for the wine. I usually keep a fairly good stock of drink materials. However, with getting moved in here and things situated, I have nothing to offer."
"There's not a large selection here in the Community store, but there is some. In fact, this is one of the brands it offers."
"It's good quality," Bren said. "I'll have to hit the store tomorrow and see what I can come up with. I like wine, but I also love a good beer now and then."
"Same here," Rob said. "The store keeps a good supply of that as well. I think most of the other staff members drink beer. I'm one of the few that enjoys his wine."
Bren raised his glass and said, "Well, now you have someone to enjoy it with you."
Rob raised his glass, clinking it against Bren's and said, "To the Community and to us for getting to know each other. After all, we are neighbors," he added.
"As is Tom," Bren reminded.
"That's true. In fact, I stopped by to ask Tom if he would like to join us, but he wasn't at home."
"Oh well, his loss," Bren said. "Tell me about yourself, Rob."
"Only if you reciprocate," Rob said.
"I'm pretty boring, but I'll tell you anything you want to know. First, however, you go."
"I was born in Wichita, Kansas for starters. My father was a pastor. I grew up in a church parsonage."
"Makes sense," Bren said when Rob paused.
"Because I'm a minister as well as a counselor? Well, you are partly right. The way I was brought up did influence me to go into the line of work that I did. Bren, my life, especially during my high school years, was not good to me at all. I knew that I was different. By the time I was in the eleventh grade, I knew without a doubt that I was turned on by guys, not girls. Once I realized that, I became very miserable. To make matters worse, I think my father realized what was going on with me. After all, when you have a son that doesn't seem to notice pretty girls around him, you begin to think that something's going on. From then until I graduated from high school, my dad preached sermon after sermon on how wrong and despicable it was for men to lust after other men and the same for women after women.
"Thing is, the longer he preached on this subject, the more bitter he became toward me. My mother, bless her heart, tried her best to work things out between us. You know, a mother's love is simply that. It's an unconditional love, and nothing or no one can shake it.
"I graduated from high school and went to college. Kansas State, actually. In reality, I am only a counselor. The work I do here in the Community as a pastor I do on my own. I don't actually have any professional training in religion. Except what was crammed down my throat while living at home."
Bren was silent, taking all that Rob was telling him to heart. He had lost his parents early in life. However, they had loved him unconditionally, even after he had told them he was gay.
"You seem awfully quiet. Am I shocking you?"
"Not in the least," Bren assured the counselor. "Tell me more."
"During my senior year of college I finally told my parents that I was gay. My mom, she cried, admitted that she had always known it, and would always love me. My father, on the other hand said the money he had spent on me for college would be the last. I was on my own, and he said I could come back home after I repented of my sin."
"I am so sorry," Bren said softly.
Bren slid across the sofa until he was sitting next to his guest. He gave the counselor a pat on his leg.
"I've never been much on religion," Bren said, "but when I hear something like this, it turns me off the subject even more."
"You know that you have to meet in the chapel on Sunday mornings, right?" Rob reminded.
"Yeah, I understand that's kind of a requirement."
"It is, but don't knock it until you've tried it," Rob told him. "Look me up afterward this Sunday and tell me if you still feel the same way."
"How can you practice something that seems to disagree with how you feel inside?" Bren wanted to know.
"Okay, I'm not going to `preach' here, but I will say one thing before we move on. God is love and He loves us. Excuse me, but that doesn't sound conditional to me. It doesn't say you can't be gay or that you have to be straight. That's the point I'm trying to make.
"Now, as for me, my younger years made me what I am as for what I believe. That's all there is to it. For me," he added. "Now, what about you?"
"As for parents, they supported me my entire life until they were killed in the accident. When I came out to them, they didn't appear to be disappointed in me in any way. My life was fairly perfect.
"My problem was in school. I was never too excited with sports, but I was really not interested when my body began changing. From the time I grew my first body hair, I was made fun of, called a hairy freak. By age ten I had pubic hair. Not really thick, but there just the same. None of the other boys on the elementary basketball team had it yet. By the following year my balls were mildly coated and my bush much fuller. Again, I was the hairy freak. At the end of my six grade year, some boys pulled me into the dressing room and pulled my pants down. Then they took the athletic tape used to wrap football player's ankles and pressed into my crotch. They kept pressing and pulling until most of the hair had been yanked out."
"My God," Rob sighed. "I am so sorry you had to endure that. And kids being the way they were, if you dared went and told a teacher you'd be dead meat."
"True," Bren said with a nod. "Before my seventh grade year began, I got a razor and shaved my pubes off. Even my balls, which was painful since I really didn't know much about shaving.
"That wasn't a good idea either. Because when I undressed in the dressing room, some of the boys who had noticed my hairy body the year before commented that now I was a real freak because I had tried to get rid of it."
"Kind of damned if you do and damned if you don't," Rob interjected.
"Right. Well, from then on, instead of getting better, things got worse. By my freshman year I had a full thick bush, furry balls and a hairy chest and treasure trail. The last two years of high school no one called me by my name. Instead, I became Harry'. How's it going, Harry?' or Are you gay, Harry'. How does it feel to have so much hair? Doesn't it make you hot?' And they weren't referring to sexual hot," Bren said.
"The reason I came to the Community was because I was tired of being ridiculed. Even in college. I didn't have too many reasons to be naked in front of the other guys, but the ones that did see me always had some sort of degrading comment."
"I am so sorry, Bren."
Rob sat his wine glass down and pulled Bren into a hug. He held him tightly for a time. Finally he pulled away and said, "Well, thank God you found the Community, Bren."
"As I said, I'm not into religion, but I am grateful to whatever brought me here. In my case, I think it was the Founder's friend, Doctor Wilson. Along with the first doctor I went to. Doctor Brown. He was the one that referred me to Wilson."
"Whatever the reason, I am glad to have you here," Rob said. "One thing that doesn't change over the years is how kids are cruel to each other. Sadly, that will probably never change. I'm really sorry for your personal experiences growing up, but I really believe it made you a better man, an excellent teacher, and who knows what the fuck else you will become."
Bren got up to refill their wine glasses. When he rejoined Rob on the sofa, he said, "I've only been in the Community a week, yet I feel as if I've lived here forever. Just knowing without a doubt that I'm really not a hairy freak means everything."
Rob raised his glass and took a sip of wine. With his other hand, he reached over and placed it on Bren's furry chest. He slowly rotated his fingers in a slow lazy circle, snaking his way through the teacher's thick black curls.
"There is nothing freaky about this," he assured Bren. "I could keep my hand here all night."
Bren studied the counselor's hairy chest. It was covered in a thick wide growth of curly dark brown tangles.
"I have nothing on you, Rob," Bren said placing his hand next to the counselor's hairy flesh.
"I think we both like it," Rob said looking down at their crotches. Their cocks were on the move, slowly pushing through tangled pubic hair.
"I'm not offering any apology," Bren said.
"Neither am I," Rob agreed.
Bren handed the man his wine glass and told him to set it on the table beside the sofa.
With that done, Bren took the man into his arms and began kissing him gently on the mouth. The counselor responded by returning the kiss and before long both were lost in the hot emotion of the moment.
Bren placed his lips on the counselor's chest and began kissing his way down, leaving a wet trail in the thick tangled curls. When he reached the man's belly button, Bren began making his way back up to Rob's furry nipples. He tongued his way to one and traveled around the hard nip, leaving a wet trail behind. Bren found the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. By this time, both men were leaking pre cum quite heavily.
Bren pushed away and stood to his feet. He took Rob's hands and slowly pulled the counselor off the sofa.
"Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" he asked.
Giving Bren a look, the counselor asked, "Are you certain about this?"
"More than ever," Bren moaned.
"You know...do you..."
"I have condoms," Bren told him. "I know what the Community rules are," he added leading the way into his bedroom.
"Okay, but who does what?" Rob suddenly appeared to be confused.
Standing beside the bed, Bren pulled the counselor into another embrace and kissed him hard on the mouth. Causing the man to grow breathless, Bren stepped back and asked, "Your choice. What do you need, Rob?"
Rob ran his hands down Bren's back until he reached the teacher's furry ass. He pulled the cheeks apart. Rubbing his furry front against Bren, he said, "Would you be alright with me fucking you? I can understand if you're not okay with the idea."
Bren ran his fingers downward along Rob's hairy body until he came to the counselor's leaky cock.
"If you're asking to put this inside of me, I'm more than okay with the idea."
Rob seemed surprised. He said, "Really? I would have taken you for a top."
"Actually I enjoy both," Bren admitted. "I guess I am a freak after all."
"Why would you say that?"
"Because I actually do enjoy both. I love having a cock in my ass. I also like fucking a tight hairy hole."
Rob gave the teacher a quick kiss. "Then if you're a freak, so am it. Because like you, I can cum just as easy with a dick in my ass as I can fucking a hole."
Bren gave the counselor's dick a gentle tug. The action caused the counselor to cut loose with a thick strand of pre cum.
"I think he's ready to enter me. There are condoms in the drawer of that bedside table," Bren said falling on the bed.
Bren watched as Rob rolled a condom onto his dick. Just watching the hairy shaft getting covered by the rubber caused the teacher to shiver. He couldn't wait to get that hairy thing inside him.
"How do you want me?" Bren asked as Rob came to the bed.
"All sorts of ways," Rob said with a grin. "For starters, let's start doggie fashion."
"One of my favorites," Bren said and rolled to his knees. He faced the head of the bed, his ass sending an invitation for Rob to enter.
The bed moved as Rob crawled behind Bren. He took the bottle of lube that the teacher handed him and covered Bren's hairy crack with the slippery gel. Next he began pushing lube into Bren's furry hole, making the thick curly hair around the opening cling to the teacher's skin. Lastly, Rob covered his thick veiny shaft heavily. The hair at the base of the condom absorbed some of the gel.
Bren felt Rob place the tip of his dick next to his hole. The magic touch sent a spark throughout the teacher's body.
"I want your cock, Rob," Bren said. "Be gentle. I haven't been fucked in a long time."
Rob promised to take things easy and pushed the tip of his dick in just enough to allow the thick mushroom head to enter the teacher. He stopped and took a deep breath, forcing himself to wait.
"Okay, push a little more," Bren instructed.
Rob pushed a bit more and stopped. He made himself count to thirty and then pushed in even further. By this time about half of his dick was inside Bren. He waited until Bren gave him the signal for more. When it came, Rob drove the rest of the way home. He was suddenly balls deep, hairy crotch next to Bren's furry cheeks.
"I'm all in," he said unnecessarily.
"I can tell," Bren groaned. "I feel your pubes rubbing me."
"Are you alright?"
"More than," Bren assured the counselor. "Fuck me, Rob. I want to feel your hairy dick grinding my ass."
"Okay, I'm going to give you what you're asking for."
As Rob began sliding his cock in and out of the teacher's hairy ass, Bren began rocking with the counselor, matching his moves to those of the man fucking his ass.
"You feel so fucking good," Rob groaned. "Your ass is so tight."
"Your cock is hitting all the right places," Bren moaned. "Keep it up, and I'm going to cum."
"You can cum without touching your dick?" Rob asked, not missing one beat of fucking.
"Sometimes I can. You keep pounding me the way you are now, and I will definitely shoot a load."
"Wait." Rob pulled out and said, "I want to see your face when you cum. Get on your back."
Bren did as the counselor asked. He got on his back and spread his legs.
"That's much better," Rob said crawling between the teacher's furry thighs.
Looking at Rob Bren was caught up in the beauty of the man's hairy body. Thick dark brown fur began at the base of the Rob's neck and travelled in wide spread form down his entire body. Bren raised his head and eye Rob's thick hairy pubes as they ground against his flesh. How good it felt to be with someone as hairy as he was. There was nothing to be ashamed of. Just two hairy men enjoying a good fuck.
Rob had reached a point where he was hitting Bren's ass really hard, driving his cock deeper with each thrust. Finally Bren could take it no longer.
Rob had hit the right spot one time too many, and Bren fell over the edge.
"You're making me cum!" Bren cried out.
Rob continued fucking Bren, watching as the teacher's dick shot its thick hot load between their bodies. By the time Bren had stopped shooting, Rob felt his cock give one final leap inside Bren's ass. The rubber on Rob's dick filled completely with a big load of creamy spunk.
"Oh, fuck!" Rob cried.
"That was amazing," Bren sighed. He leaned up and gave Rob a kiss on the lips.
Still buried inside, Rob lay with his furry stomach against Bren's hairy flesh. He gave the teacher another kiss.
"I think we're going to be good neighbors," Rob said with a grin.
"You think?"
Bren scrunched his ass cheeks together causing Rob to shiver. "You're still hard," the teacher remarked.
"Yeah, it takes me a while to deflate," Rob admitted.
"That is not a bad problem to have, my friend. You still feel good in my ass."
"So it was good for you?"
Surprised, Bren said, "You have to ask?"
"Well, after all, this was our first time. I have to learn you signals."
"I think you read the signals quite well, Counselor." Bren gave another ass scrunch. "How's that for a signal?"
"Well, even though I'm beginning to deflate, it still feels good being inside you."
"Good. You're welcome to remain there as long as you like."
Rob laughed. "I appreciate that, but I have a feeling that soon I----- there I'm out. Can you even tell I'm gone?"
"You are an asshole, Rob Tyler. You have to know how empty I feel now."
"Maybe we can do this again real soon. Perhaps next time I will host," Rob said lying next to Bren on the bed.
"I'll look forward to it."
"Bren?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you for confiding in me. I want you to know that I will always be here for you. Not just as a counselor, but as your friend as well."
"Thanks. The same goes for me as well. Maybe you're right. Perhaps my experiences will make me a better person and a better teacher to these boys."
"I have no doubt you will be excellent in any opportunity that falls your way."
Half an hour later Rob rose from the bed. "As much as I hate to leave, I have some things I need to do before morning."
"You're welcome to hit the shower before you leave," Bren told the counselor."
"Thanks, maybe another time. A shower with you might prove to be really exciting."
"Oh, I can guarantee it would," Bren teased.
"Good. I'll have something to look forward to."
At the door Bren pulled the counselor into a tight sticky hug. Kissing him on the mouth, he said, "I really enjoyed the evening. Please feel free to drop by anytime."
"You can count on it. I'm looking forward to taking this inside me," Rob said reaching for Bren's now soft cock. The touch caused the teacher to chub up a little.
"I believe he's thinking the same thing," Bren agreed.
He gave Rob one last kiss and opened the door.
"See you tomorrow, Rob."
"Like wise. Have a good night."
"Don't worry, I will. I plan on sleeping like a baby, thanks to you."