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Mark Stevens
Chapter Seventy-Three
The grocery truck delivered its load of food Friday morning at the campground before noon. Bren and Chance worked together storing the items. The meat went into the freezer, the fresh veggies went into the fridge and the canned goods were stored in the cabinets under the long counter top.
Chance finished with the freezer and returned to the kitchen. "Is everything alright, Bren? You haven't said hardly two words since we arrived here."
Bren closed one of the refrigerator doors and turned around. He found his eyes automatically traveling down his brother's body. He forced himself to look up. "I think Chad's going to need another refrigerator delivered just to hold the milk. Either that, or have it delivered out here every other day."
Chance walked around the island and stood in front of his brother. "What's wrong, Buddy?"
"Everything's good, Chance." He walked over and stood next to recently installed island. "Have you thought about the graduation party? Those guys are going to want food."
Bren tried, and failed to keep from looking at Chance's body. He couldn't help but admire the thick hair that traveled down his brother's chest and stomach. Fuck, what was wrong with him? Chance was his brother. Where the hell were these thoughts coming from? He suddenly remembered watching as Chance leaned over and put the fresh supply of meat into the freezer. His brother's back and ass were both covered in black hair. The memory went straight to his cock, and he felt it press hard into the cabinet.
"Be back in a minute." Bren turned, hoping his brother couldn't see his cock getting hard. He hurried through the small outer room and out the back door.
He took off walking and had no idea where he was going. When he finally stopped, he was standing behind the well house. He leaned against the building and took several deep breaths. His cock finally softened, and he was relieved. He hit the side of the building with his fist. "What's happening to me?" He asked the question, even though no one was there to hear him.
A moment later he made a decision. He had to speak with Rob. Maybe the Community counselor would know what Bren should do. His phone. Where was his phone? The building? No, it was in the car. He stepped around the building and hurried across the grounds to where his car was parked. His phone was in the seat. He picked it up and called the counselor's cell phone.
"Hey, Rob."
"Hi, Bren. How's things going at the campground?"
"Alright. Rob, are you going to be around this afternoon?"
"I am. Bren, what's up?"
"I need to talk with you about something. I should be back in the Community by four o'clock."
"Is something wrong, Bren?"
"Can I drop by your office?"
"Sure. Give me a call when you return. Talk to me, Bren."
"I'll see you later this afternoon. Thanks, Rob." Bren ended his call.
He tossed his phone back on the car seat and entered the dining room. He saw Chance standing in the doorway between the two rooms.
Chance walked to him. "Bren, what the hell is going on? Have I done something to offend you?"
"No, Chance. I've just got a lot of things on my mind."
"Look, if my moving to the Community is going to cause problems between us, I'm out of here. I'll tell Chad to find a replacement. I'll leave, but I hope we won't lose contact with each other."
"Chance, you've done nothing wrong. No, I don't want you to leave."
Chance pulled his brother to him and gave him a hug. "Buddy, I hurt you when I dropped out of your life. I will never make that mistake again. Unless – unless that's what you need from me."
To Bren's dismay, he burst into tears. His body shook, and Chance held on to him.
"I wish you would talk to me, Buddy."
Bren pulled back and wiped the tears from his eyes. "I will, Chance. I promise. There's something that I need to do first, and then we'll talk. I love you so much, and I hope that I never have to live my life without you again."
Chance kissed his brother's forehead. "As long as it's in my power, you won't have too."
Bren was relieved to feel his eyes drying up. "We were discussing food for the party Sunday night," he reminded.
"I've already made the menu," Chance said following his brother into the kitchen. "Homemade pizza, chips and brownies. I've ran it by Chad, and he's given me his approval."
Bren felt a smile forming on his lips for the first time that morning. "I believe Chad has promised the seniors they can have beer at their party."
Chance caught up with Bren and put his hands on his brother's shoulders. "He has, and he's taking care of it. He's having it delivered to the Community today. The guys at the supermarket are going to chill it for me. I'll bring it when I come out Sunday afternoon, along with sodas for the younger guys and anyone else that doesn't want beer. Greg is supplying a large insulated container and ice to keep it chilled for the party, curtesy of the supermarket."
"Are you going to need some help getting the meal ready? Tom and I will be glad to help you. How's that going to work? All students will be here by Sunday evening."
"If you and Tom would like to help, I would very much appreciate it. It's going to be a busy time. Next year's seniors and the rest of the students will eat their meal at five-thirty. The graduating students will eat at seven. That should give us plenty of time between the two shifts. I plan on making homemade pizza, so those new ovens will be getting quite a workout."
"Are you baking the brownies?"
Chance smiled. "I had planned to, but Paul Williams volunteered a couple of students to help him do the baking tomorrow. I'll bring them along with the drinks Sunday afternoon."
Bren stopped walking, and Chance came up behind him. He felt his brother's hairy front, and without thinking, leaned against him. He turned around. "Chance, please know that I am very happy to have you here. I promise, I'll get myself sorted. Now that we've reconnected, I can't imagine not having you in my life."
"Like I told you, Buddy, you're stuck with me. I'm not going anywhere."
"That makes me very happy." Bren smiled and asked, "Have you thought about your meals next week?"
Chance had brought a briefcase with him. It was on the long counter top next to one of the kitchen walls. He opened it and pulled a notebook out. "I've made a menu for next week with the food that came out from the Community cafeteria. Next week I'll work one out for the following three weeks. Hopefully after that, I'll be on some type of schedule with the ordering and planning of the menus."
Their work was finished for the day, so the brothers jumped back into their walking shorts and locked up the building. Chance decided to leave his car parked at the campground and rode back to the Community in his brother's vehicle.
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When Bren reached his apartment, he found Tom in the kitchen doing some cleaning. He put his phone on the kitchen table and went into the bedroom. He pulled his shorts off and returned to the living room.
Tom walked around the table and pulled Bren to him. "How did it go with Chance?"
"To be honest, it was a little stressful." Bren picked his phone up. "Well, maybe more confusing than stressful. I'm going to see Rob. I talked with him earlier."
"Did your brother come back with you?"
"He did. He went to the apartment to make some phone calls."
"Oh. Okay."
Bren called the counselor's cell number. "Hey, Rob. I'm back."
Bren ended the call and said, "I'm going to see him now."
Tom followed him to the door. "Just remember, Babe, I'm here for you."
Bren kissed his partner lightly on the mouth. "I know you are."
When Bren reached Rob's office, he found the door opened. The counselor was sitting at his desk looking at some papers. "Hey, Rob."
The counselor looked up and smiled. "Hello, Bren. Come in." Rob got up and walked around his desk. He pulled Bren into a hug and then stepped back. "Have a seat," he invited, indicating one of the two chairs in front of his desk. He closed his office door and took the other seat. He asked, "What's on your mind?"
"I'm in a situation that I find very confusing, and I'm not sure what to do about it."
Bren became silent, and when he didn't speak, Rob asked, "Bren, does this have anything to do with your brother?"
Startled, Bren said, "Chance. Why would you think that?"
Rob placed a hand on Bren's leg and smiled. "Is Chance the reason you are feeling confused?"
"I'm not sure if he's the reason. It might be all on me." Bren looked down at the floor.
"Look at me, Bren. You know that you can talk to me."
"These past couple of days I've spent a lot of time with my brother, and I'm experiencing some feelings that I don't understand. I'm not even sure that you would understand."
"Bren, your brother has been absent from your life for a long time. It's only natural that your emotions may run high. I know you well enough to realize that you are a person who is in control of his life. Is something causing you to feel like you're losing that control?"
Bren sat up straight in his chair. "Damn it, I'm having feelings for my brother."
"He's your brother, for God's sake. Of course you have feelings. You love him."
Bren shook his head. "It's not just feelings because he's my brother."
It suddenly dawned on Rob what Bren was trying to tell him. "You're having sexual thoughts about Chance?"
"I don't know. I just feel that whatever this is, it's fucked up. I'm fucked up."
"Bren, listen to me. You are not fucked up."
"How can you say that?"
"Bren, when you were growing up, did you ever see your brother naked?"
"I don't know. I suppose so. I can't really remember."
"And now, you've spent the last two days with your brother. Your naked brother. Could this – I'll call it infatuation – could that be the reason for your interest in your brother?"
"When I called you earlier from the campground, I had just ran out of the kitchen with a hardon."
Rob shook his head. "Bren, just because you got hard in front of Chance does not mean you were turned on by his body."
"No? Then tell me this, Rob. Why does my dick twitch when I'm in the room with him?"
"Bren, does your dick twitch when you're around students?"
"Of course it does. I've seen my students experience the same thing."
"And what do you tell them when that happens?"
"That it's a guy thing."
Rob smiled. "You think maybe your situation is the same thing? Just a guy thing? I do think that living in the Community has changed your way of thinking in lots of ways. You've lived here for almost a year, and the entire time, your professional and social lives have been surrounded by one constant factor. Naked guys. You've just admitted that you don't remember seeing your brother in that state anytime while you were growing up. I would never pass judgement, because that's not what I do. Hell, none of us do here, because that's what the Community stands for. Judging no one. You and I both know the Community believes that a hard cock is a compliment to others. It's also acceptable for us to fuck other men but not our students. I can tell that you really love your brother. Why would it be wrong to have sex with other men and not Chance? If something did take place between the two of you, well, what better way for two brothers to show how much they love each other? This is just my opinion, my take on what you've told me. I hope that my I've helped you, even if only a little bit."
Rob's words were encouraging to Bren. He hadn't felt this good in several days. He reached over and placed a hand on Rob's shoulder. "Thank you, Rob. You have."
"I'm really glad. You know, Bren, you might enjoy a good jack session with Chance. When I was a teenager, my church tried to tell me that masturbation was a sin. My answer to that is, `that's a lie straight from hell'."
"You mentioned your church. Would your God approve of two brothers loving each other the way that I love my brother?"
"First of, He's not just my God. But that's a topic for another time. I believe that God loves us for who we are. He made us. Sometimes too much emphasis is placed on the `Do Nots'. The most important thing is to be honest with Chance. Don't shut him out of your life."
Bren stood up. "Thanks for the talk, Rob. I appreciate everything you've said."
Rob also stood up. He held out his arms. "Hug."
Bren went into the man's arms and pulled him close. The hug lasted for a time, and when the two men parted, both cocks were chubbing up.
Rob grinned. "See? It's a guy thing. Would you like to hear a confession?"
"Okay."
"Since your brother's arrival in the Community, he's made my dick hard several times. Chance has a hot body. In that respect, the two of you could be twins."
"I know. Tom has said the same thing. Maybe that's been part of my fascination. When I look at Chance, it's like looking in a mirror. If the two of us stood together and had our picture taken from our necks down, no one could tell us apart."
"One last thing, Bren. Just enjoy having your brother in your life, and whatever you do, make sure that neither one of you get hurt. Actually, I guess there are `two last things'. Did it ever occur to you that Chance may be experiencing some of the same things that you are?"
"To be honest, I hadn't."
Rob opened the door. "Think about it, Bren. Don't forget, my door is always opened for you and Chance both. I have a really good listening ear."
"I know you do." Bren stepped out into the hall. "Thanks again."
Entering the apartment, he called out, "I'm back."
Tom came out of the bedroom and gave him a hug. "Are you okay?"
"I think so. Yes, I am."
"I had a visitor while you were in Rob's office. Your brother was here. He's really concerned about you, Babe. I told him you had some things on your mind. I also suggested that he have a talk with you. Bren, do you think that maybe Chance might be having some of the same confusing thoughts as you?"
"Rob suggested the same thing."
A knock sounded on the door. Bren was standing next to it, and he jumped. When he opened it, he was met face to face with his brother. He stepped back and invited Chance to come inside.
Chance pulled his brother to him. "What's going on, Bren?"
Bren hugged his brother close and remained silent.
Chance pulled back. "Talk to me. Please."
Bren went to the sofa and motioned his brother to have a seat beside him. "I've been going through some things. I hope when I tell you that you won't hate me."
Chance leaned over and pulled his brother to him. "Bren, you're my brother, for God's sake. I could never hate you. I was an ass to stay away so long, and I don't intend on repeating that mistake. I love you, Buddy. I could never hate you."
"Since being around you, especially the past two days, I've felt attracted to you. Doesn't that bother you? It's certainly made me feel fucked up."
"No, I don't think you're fucked up. I know why you tore out of the kitchen this afternoon. I couldn't help but see your dick."
Bren's face turned red. "Damn, I tried to hide it from you. I was so embarrassed."
"Can I tell you something, Buddy?"
"Of course."
"I have to admit, working close to you these past two days has made me keenly aware of just how hot your body is. I've tried pushing those thoughts out of my mind, and so far, I haven't succeeded. When I've looked at you, I've found your body – well, stimulating, I guess for lack of a better word."
"I talked with Rob when we got back today. I had to talk to someone, and I was afraid that if I told you what was going on you would be disappointed in me. I was afraid of pushing you away."
"That will never happen again, Buddy, and that's a promise I will never break. What was your counselor's opinion on your situation? Our situation," he corrected.
"He said he didn't think his God would object to us loving each other in any way that we choose."
Chance grinned. "'His God'?"
Bren shrugged and said, "The jury's still out on that debate."
Bren looked across the room at Tom. His partner was sitting in the big chair in the corner of the room. "You've been awfully quiet."
"The two of you needed to talk. Contrary to belief, I do know when to keep my mouth shut."
Chance stood up. "Can I give you a hug, Tom?"
Tom slid to his feet. "I never turn down a hug. Especially when it's with a hot hairy guy like you."
The two men hugged, and when they pulled apart, Chance said, to his brother, "Look at my crotch? Does it look like I'm bothered by anything you've told me? I think Rob's God, or whoever's God, would be alright with the two of us loving each other."
Bren saw that his brother's dick was chubbing up, and the sight caused his cock to twitch. His eyes remained on his brother and watched Chance's dick snake its way slowly through his thick mat of black curly pubes. Bren was hard now, and his hand automatically wrapped its fingers around dick. He didn't even realize that he was stroking.
Tom fell back in his chair and listened as the two brothers talked.
"May I ask you something personal, Chance? Bren asked."
"I'm standing here in front of you with a hardon. It's a little late to be worry about anything personal."
"How often do you jack off?"
Chance laughed. "Not much anymore. I've tried to cut down to only once a day."
"You sound like a man after my own heart," Tom said and grinned.
Chance sat back down on the sofa and spread his legs. He made a fist around his hard shaft and looked across the room at Tom. "Could I watch you suck my brother's dick?" He turned to Bren. "Would you be okay with that, Buddy?"
Bren got up and stood in front of Tom. "Stand up."
Tom slid out of the chair, and Bren pulled his partner to him. He rubbed his hairy front against Tom and placed his hands on the man's hairy ass cheeks. He kissed Tom and pushed his tongue inside the man's mouth. The kiss created electricity in both their bodies, and it shot out through their dicks, resulting in copious amounts of pre cum being produced.
Bren broke the kiss, gave Tom's nipples a tweak and fell down in the chair. He spread his legs and gave both his brother and Tom a nice view of everything he had. They could see how hard his cock was and take in the sight of his hairy balls. He ran his fingers through his thick chest hair and said, "Suck my cock, Babe."
From across the room, Chance moaned. "You two are so fucking hot." He stroked his cock with one hand and combed the thick curly pubes with fingers from his other hand.
Tom fell between Bren's legs and licked the heavy dollop of pre cum from the tip of his partner's cock. "Your pre always tastes so sweet, Babe."
When he felt his cockhead sucked inside Tom's warm mouth, Bren groaned. "Yeah, suck my dick."
Tom looked into Bren's eyes, and slowly sucked his partner's dick all the way. He loved Bren so much, and he hoped that love showed in his eyes. When his nose was buried in the middle of Bren's black bush, Tom breathed in deeply through his nose. He would never grow tired of his partner's scent.
Bren pushed his hairy crotch against Tom's chin. "Going to fuck your mouth, Babe."
From the sofa, Chance sighed. "Fuck his mouth, Buddy." He began jacking his cock faster.
While his mouth worked Bren's dick, Tom played with his lover's furry nut sac. He traced each ball and enjoyed the tickling sensation the little black hairs were giving his finger. Then he ran a finger down to Bren's hairy entrance. He teased and rubbed the black circle of hair around it.
Bren moaned when he felt Tom teasing his hole. "Fuck," he whispered.
While Bren was fucking his mouth, Tom wiped the pre cum off his cockhead with a finger. He pushed his slippery digit into Bren's furry asshole.
"Oh, my God!" The finger in his ass made Bren fuck Tom's mouth harder. "I'm getting close," he warned.
Tom continued finger fucking Bren's ass. He felt the wet walls clamp down on his finger, and he knew his lover was soon going to fill his mouth with cum. He push his finger deeper and felt Bren's cock shake inside his mouth.
Bren cried out, "I'm fucking cumming!" His orgasm was so intense that he closed his eyes and enjoyed each wave of pleasure that began in his groin and traveled all over his body. When he heard his brother moan, he opened his eyes and saw Chance's cock shoot a rope of cum between his two hairy nipples. Several more spurts flew out and splattered in the man's thick chest and stomach hair. It was so hot watching his brother shoot that Bren thought for a moment he might cum again.
"Jesus!" Tom cried and stood up. He only stroked his cock a few times before he felt his balls scrunch up. Cum spewed from his cockhead and landed on Bren's chin. Several more ropes followed and made a white trail down Bren's hairy belly.
"My God, that was hot, Chance moaned.
Bren looked at his brother. Chance had stopped stroking, but his fingers were still wrapped around his cum-covered shaft. His dick was still hard. He gave his brother a smile.
Tom used his tongue to clean the cum off Bren's body. When reached his partner's mouth, Tom gave him a kiss. He wanted Bren to taste their mixture of cum. Then he stood up and turned around.
"You two are fucking hot to be around," Chance grinned.
"Chance, would it be alright if I clean you up?" Tom walked over to the sofa.
Chance's answer was a simple nod.
Tom used his hands to push Chance's legs apart and fell on his knees between them. He started with Chance's cock, and sucked it clean of cum. Then he slowly worked his way up the man's hairy body, ridding it of the thick white juice splattered in the black fur. When he had Chance's body pretty much cum free, he got up and went back to Bren. He pulled his partner up and kissed him. He wanted Bren to taste his brother's spunk.
Bren went over and sat down next to his brother. His was so close that his leg was touching Chance's. He placed a hand on his brother's chest, and the black fur tickled his fingers. "Chance, I'm not sure what you would call what we just did, but I do know one thing. I'm glad that we shared the moment together."
Chance reached over and placed his hand on his brother's chest. "I'm glad, too. Buddy. And for the last time, you could never do anything that would make me hate you. I don't want to hear you say that ever again. Are we clear?"
Bren made a circle through his brother's chest hair. "Very. You have my word."
"Would you like to shower?" Tom asked. "Between the three of us, we made a pretty big mess."
Chance stood up and smiled. "Someone cleaned up most of the `mess', but yes, I would appreciate a shower."
"There's a stack of towels in the bathroom," Bren told his brother.
While Chance was taking his shower, Tom pulled his partner to him. "Are you okay, Babe?"
Bren kissed him lightly on the mouth. "I actually think that I am. It was hot watching my brother cum, and it was doubly hot watching you eat his cum."
Tom smiled. "You're stepping in uncharted water. Hell, I think we both are. Just remember, baby steps work best."
Chance returned and headed for the door. "I should be going. I'm sure you guys would enjoy some time alone."
"Stay," Bren told him. "We'll shower and feed you dinner. The cafeteria is about to close for the night. We can offer you a sandwich and a beer. Nothing fancy."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course we are," Tom said. "Give us five minutes. We usually fuck in the shower, but since we just shot a load, we'll pass this time."
"Do not change your routine because of me. Seriously."
"Tom's pulling your leg," Bren assured his brother.
Tom grinned. "Stay around long enough, and I might pull more than your leg."
"Come on, horn dog, let's get our shower over." Bren began pulling Tom into the bedroom. "We'll be right back. You should relax. The next couple of days are going to be very hectic for you."
Bren and Tom took a quick shower and returned to the living room. "Let's eat," Bren said going into the kitchen.
Between the two of them, they soon had a meal of sorts on the table. "It's not much, but let's eat." Bren placed a bottle of beer by each plate.
"I really do need to replenish your beer stash," Chance said taking a drink.
"When you're settled in," Tom said. "You're going to be stuck with the two of us for the rest of your life. You'll have plenty of time to buy beer."
When the meal was over, Bren put the dishes in the sink, and Tom brought out another round of cold beer. They returned to the living room and sat down. Bren and his brother was on the sofa once more, and Tom was back in his chair.
Chance was the first to bring up their previous subject. "So, Bren, are you really okay with what happened here earlier?"
Bren smiled and took a drink of his beer. "I am. I'm not exactly sure what to call what took place, but I know that I enjoyed it. I also know that I wouldn't mind if it happened again."
Chance looked at Tom. "How about you?"
Tom laughed. "Your brother has a favorite saying. `Does the bear shit in the woods?'"
Chance seemed a little confused. "What does a bear shitting in the woods have to do with what we did this evening?"
Bren placed a hand on his brother's leg. "It's a saying I like to use when I'm asked a silly question. For instance, if you asked if I liked having Tom fuck my ass, I would reply with the bear statement."
Chance grinned. "Okay, so your big brother's a little slow. I get your drift now."
Tom leaned back in his chair. "Yep, Chance, you're going to fit in here nicely. I'm going to enjoy having you in my family."
Bren gave his brother's leg a squeeze and pulled his hand away. "What he really wants to enjoy is playing with your cock sometime."
"Hey, I didn't claim to be an angel." Tom took a drink of his beer.
Chance shrugged and gave Tom a grin. "Who knows, that might just happen."
"I'm a patient man. I can wait." He got up. "Who wants another beer?"
Chance smiled. "I see why you love the guy, Bren. I think I'm going to love him, too."
"I hope you do. Tom's my world. You both are, and I'm looking forward having you both in that world."
"I love you, Buddy."
Bren leaned over and planted a kiss on his brother's cheek. "I love you, Chance. I believe exciting times are in our futures."
Tom returned with three bottles of beer. "I heard what you guys just said. Let's drink to us and our fantastic futures."
"To us!" all three toasted.