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Mark Stevens
Chapter One Hundred One
Mason was sitting at the desk working on his math homework when he heard a knock on the door. When he opened it, he discovered his visitor to be David.
"Is it okay if I come in?" David asked stepping inside the room.
Mason grinned. "It's a little late to ask." He gave his visitor a hug.
"I was wondering how your visit with Chad went. Or is it confidential?"
Mason shook his head. "Nothing like that. Bren had mentioned to him about my offer to work with Keith, and Chad wanted to have a chat."
"Is he okay with your offer?"
"He is. In fact, he told me I could handle the situation any way I thought best. His only requirement was that I keep him posted on the progress. Or the lack of it."
"I'm guessing if there is none, Keith will have to leave the Community."
Mason sighed. "That's right. He basically has until the end of December to get his act together. He will be eighteen by then and may have to move out if things don't change. Chad will try and do whatever it takes to help the kid, but the ball is in Keith's court. His future here in the Community is totally up to him."
"I see. Do you have any idea where to begin?"
"I think so. After class tomorrow I'm going to invite him to go with me to the soda fountain." Mason shook his head. "I really don't know why I came up with this idea. I've been here several months, but I've never been on that side of the building. I've been in the clinic one or two times, but never on the soda fountain side."
"The drinks are good, and the ice cream is awesome. I'll go with you sometime."
"I'd love that."
Mason thought about his conversation with the Founder and remembered what Chad had to say about a roommate. "Oh, there's something else. I asked Chad if you and I could be roommates. He asked me to be patient, and he'd try to work something out. Since you and Charlie have roomed together since moving here, he wants to make sure that Charlie would be okay with the change."
Seeing a disappointed look appear on David's face, Mason said continued, "But get this, the Founder thinks he can find a spare bed. If he can, he's going to put it in my room. You and I can have sleep overs."
"That can work for me."
Mason grinned. "I really don't know why Chad thinks he needs to find another bed. I'm pretty sure he realizes we're both going to be sleeping together."
David shrugged his shoulders and laughed. "Ya think?"
Mason sat down on the bed beside David. "Oh, I think alright. I think I want to fuck your ass."
"I thought you had homework?"
Mason eyed the opened text book on his desk. "I can finish that later. If not, I'm sure Bren will understand. I'm pretty sure he realizes sex is much more important than any damned homework."
David shook his head. "I'm not so sure about that."
"Then I'll stay up late so I can finish it. Right now my mind's on sex, not math equations."
Mason put his hands on David's shoulders and kissed him. "I really don't think we need to wait for the other bed before having a sleep over."
David reminded him of the homework waiting on Mason's desk.
"Fuck homework," Mason said pushing David down on his back.
"I'm confused. Are you going to fuck your homework or me?" David grinned and gave one of Mason's nipples a playful twist.
"Asshole," Mason growled and crawled between David's hairy legs.
"You have one in mind?"
Mason ran a finger down David's furry nut sac and traveled to the boy's hairy entrance. The circle of brown hair surrounding it tickled his digit. "I think this is the one I want to fuck." He rubbed his finger tip against David's asshole.
David shivered. "I love it when you play with my ass."
Mason pushed his finger deeper. "Do you love it when my dick's inside you?"
"What do you think?"
Mason laughed. "I told you already what I think. I think – no, I know that I want to fuck you."
David squeezed Mason's sides with his legs and said, "Stop talking." He placed his hands on the boy's head and pulled him down for a kiss.
Mason kissed David lightly on the lips and said, "I am going to give you the fucking of your life."
He kissed David's forehead first, and then he began planting little wet ones on each cheek. Next he kissed David's chin and neck, savoring the taste of the boy's body scent. The aroma was going straight to his dick, causing it to rub against David's nut sac.
The kissing paused, and Mason raised his head up so he could look at David's hairy body. "Damn, he's beautiful," he thought. Shit where did that come from? Then another thought came to him. "He is beautiful. He's beautiful inside and out."
Mason began again with his kisses. When he came to David's belly button, he circled it with his tongue until the hair around it stuck to the boy's flesh. He made a wet trail of saliva down David's wide treasure trail and continued tonguing his way through the boy's thick growth of brown pubes. The little curls stuck to his tongue, and he had to stop for a second and remove a few of them. When he reached the hairy base of David's dick, Mason ran his tongue slowly up the hard shaft. When he reached the head, he made a fist and squeezed the hairy rod, forcing pre cum to leak from the pee slit.
David moaned.
When Mason had David's pubes, cock and balls soaked with his saliva, he told the boy to get on his hands and knees. Once David was in position, Mason spread the guy's furry ass cheeks. He eyed the brown snake of hair that filled David's crack and continued down to the guy's furry nuts. The sight of all that hair caused a thick string of pre cum to leak from his dick.
Mason ran his tongue along the crack and soaked the curly brown hairs heavily with his saliva. Next he tongued his way down to the circle of hair around David's love entrance. He paused a second and studied the area. He coated a finger with saliva and ran it through the hair. God, he was so ready to fuck!
He grabbed the lube off the bedside table and pushed some inside, using his finger to get David's ass ready for his dick. He added a second finger covered in gel and watched it make the boy's ass hair get stiff. When he finally had three fingers inside David's hole, Mason felt the muscles relax. He knew his friend was ready for his dick.
"Fuck me, please," David begged.
Mason unrolled a condom onto his dick, covered it heavily with gel and rubbed his slippery cockhead against David's furry entrance.
David groaned, anticipating the feeling Mason's cock was going to give his hole. He shivered and sighed when he felt Mason slowly work his dick inside him.
Mason watched his dick slowly disappear from sight until the only thing he could see was his black bush pressed tightly against his friend's body. He felt the walls in David's ass suck his dick between them. "Your ass feels so god dammed good to my cock." He began a slow gentle fucking motion, pushing his cock in, then pulling it back. Then back in. Halfway out. All the way in. Each time he pushed in, Mason tried to go deeper.
"You're so deep," David moaned. "I don't know what you're doing different, but keep on doing – doing it." He paused when he felt Mason tap his love nut. "Damn, you're good," he sighed when he felt the cock in his ass moving faster.
"Nothing – different," Mason groaned between thrusts.
David's cock was leaking pre cum profusely and covered his shaft heavily. Some of the slippery substance ran down into his pubes, and when he started jacking off, the sticky curls stuck to his hand. He body was suddenly consumed with pleasure, mainly his ass and his dick.
"Fucking your ass makes me crazy." Saying the words, Mason fucked faster.
Mason pulled David close and drilled his ass hard. His heavy furry balls slapped the guy hard for several minutes, and soon Mason felt the familiar tingling sensation in his nuts. His cock began shaking between the slippery walls of David's ass.
David realized Mason was getting close to shooting. He played with one of his hard nips and jacked his dick faster. "Close," he cried.
"Get on your back," Mason said.
Somehow David managed to flip over on his back and keep Mason's dick connected inside his ass.
Mason resumed fucking, and he felt one last shudder travel through his dick before it began firing out thick spurts of cum into the rubber. "Oh. My. Oh, my God! I'm cumming!"
"Me, too!" Thick creamy jets of spunk flew out of David's cock and landed between his hairy nips. His dick continued shooting, making a sticky warm trail in his chest and stomach hair. When it finally stopped firing, he left his fingers wrapped around the shaft. Little strings of cum crawled slowly between his fingers.
Mason's orgasm was very intense, and for a moment, he thought he was going to die. When the feeling had finally passed, he thought, "Well, if I had died, what a hell of a way to go."
"Hey. Are you okay?"
David's words brought Mason out of his trance. "More than," he answered. He lowered his body and kissed the guy. "I am very okay."
"Me, too." David placed his hands on Mason's ass. "I could really get used to sleeping in your bed."
When Mason's cock began retreating from David's ass, he rolled over to the bed and carefully removed the heavy rubber from his softening dick. He tossed it at the waste basket and laid next to David. Because the bed was a twin, there was just enough room to allow them to lay side by side. "Can I ask you a question?"
David rolled over on his side and placed a hand on Mason's furry chest. "Of course."
"Would you like to fuck me?"
The question surprised David. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, shit. I don't even know if you fuck. Maybe you only like to be fucked." Mason was suddenly embarrassed, and he felt his face turn red.
David smiled. "I like it both ways."
Mason felt his embarrassment fade away. "I repeat, do you want to fuck me?"
David appeared lost in his thoughts for a moment or two. Then, "Are you sure that's what you want?"
"I think so. No, I do want it. I have a feeling the first time can be a little rough, but I trust you. I know you would never hurt me intentionally."
"You know I never want to cause you any pain. Hey, this is nothing we have to decide right now. To answer your question, I would like very much to fuck you. Sometime," David added.
"Do you want to now?"
David eyed the clock next to Mason's bed. "It's getting late, and you still have math to do." He ran fingers through his cum-filled stomach hair. "We both need a shower. I don't think Charlie would like for me to come back to the room smelling like cum and other stuff."
Mason rolled off the bed and pulled David with him. "Alright, next time then. Maybe if that happens you can spend the night with me."
David grinned. "We'll have to see about that."
"Oh, it will definitely happen. You can count on spending the night with me. Now, to the shower with you!"
Mason hugged Bren the next afternoon when class was over and stepped out into the hallway. "Hey, Keith, wait up."
Mason joined the student and asked, "Would you like to go for a soda?"
Keith's face showed surprised as he said, "Excuse me?"
Mason repeated his invitation.
Keith shrugged his shoulders. "Why? You've hardly recognized my existence since coming here."
Trying to look as sincere as possible, Mason apologized. "Sorry, my bad. Please, let me make up for my rudeness."
Keith was silent for so long that Mason was beginning to think he was going to refuse his invite. "Alright," he said looking at the books in his hands. "I need to drop these off at the room and pick up my robe."
"Me, too. I'll meet you at the exit."
On the way to the soda fountain neither student spoke a word. Mason had no idea what Keith was thinking, but he used the time for himself to think about what he wanted to say to the guy.
When they entered the soda fountain, George Carlson greeted them from behind the counter. "How's it going, guys?
Mason had spent very little time around George since moving into the Community. He stopped at the counter spoke to the man. Hardly knowing him, Mason referred to the man as Mr. Carlson."
The man smiled. "George will do. What can I get you?"
Mason turned to Keith. "Coke?"
Keith gave a nod and walked over and sat down at a table.
Mason turned back and said, "Two Cokes, please."
Mason watched as George filled two glass with Coke. This was his first time to visit the soda fountain, so he had never given the manager much thought. He decided George was quite attractive. He guessed the man to be in his early forties. He had a thick covering of brown hair all over his body, and as far as Mason could tell, there was no gray in the man's fur.
"Here you go," George said breaking into Mason's thoughts.
Mason dug some money from the pocket of his robe and paid the man. "Thanks, Mr. – George."
Mason joined Keith and sat down across the table from him. "Here you go, Keith."
Keith took the drink. "Thanks."
They sipped their drinks in silence until George reminded, "Robes off please."
For a moment, Mason had forgotten the Community rule. "Oops, sorry." He shucked his off and let some of it hang over the back of his chair.
Keith looked down at his drink and became very still. He kept his robe on.
Mason wasn't exactly sure what he should say, so he remained silent as well. He smiled at Keith and looked over at George. He wondered if the man would ask Keith to leave if he didn't disrobe. He was relieved when he saw the guy slowly pull one of his arms out. The other arm slowly followed suit.
"How's things going?"
Keith drank some more of his drink. "Thanks," he said pointing to the cup.
"You're welcome." Mason thought it best not to remind the guy he'd already thanked him once. Instead, he asked, "Have you decided on your Halloween costume?"
Keith shrugged his shoulders. "Not yet."
"What about John? Does he know what he's going as?"
"Don't have a clue."
"How's it going, guys?"
Mason turned around and saw George greeting Cole and Barry.
The students gave George their drink order and joined Mason and Keith at their table. "May we?" Cole asked looking at the two empty chairs.
"Of course," Mason answered.
Cole and Barry pulled their robes off and sat down at the table.
"I hate wearing the damned things," Cole said hanging his robe over the back of his chair.
Barry did the same thing with his robe. "What are you guys up to?"
"Relaxing after a hard day at the Factory," Mason grinned.
"We do work hard, don't we?" Cole looked at Keith and asked, "How's the year going for you, Keith?"
For a moment Mason though Keith wasn't going to respond to Cole's question. Then he heard the guy say, "It's school. What's there to tell?"
When Mason saw the look that Cole gave him, he shook his head.
George brought the two newcomers their drinks. "Here you go, guys. Enjoy."
Cole paid the man and said, "Thanks, George."
For the next few minutes Cole and Barry helped Mason toss conversation around the table. All three of them tried to get Keith to join in, but the student refused to talk. He remained silent, playing with the straw in his cup.
Barry reached for his robe. He pulled it on and said, "Cole, I'm going to head back to the dorm."
Cole understood and said he would walk back with him. "See you guys later, he told Mason and Keith.
"Later," Mason said.
Keith picked up his cup and finished his Coke. His eyes remained on the empty glass.
Cole looked at Mason and smiled. He silently shook his head and followed Barry out the door.
Mason knew he should say something. He waited a moment or two and then said, "Barry and Cole were trying to be friendly. Why were you rude to them?"
"They've never gone out of their way to be friendly to me before. Why the hell now? Same goes for you. Why?"
"Keith, I've never intentionally ignored or been rude to you. When I first arrived here, I had some major shit going on. I couldn't be a friend to anyone until I got myself under control. I'm truly sorry if my actions have hurt your feelings."
Keith leaned back in his chair and folded his hands across his chest. "No matter anyway. It is what it is."
"I'll apologize again. I'm sorry. Look, can we start over?" Mason held out his hand. "Hi, my name's Mason. What's your name?"
Mason thought the boy was about to speak when he heard George say, "Hey, Matt. The usual?"
Mason was surprised to see a man fully dressed, standing at the counter talking with the manager. It took him a moment to recognize the man. He was one of the security guards that worked the Community gate.
The man answered, "You got it, George. My shift's about to start."
Mason watched Keith push his chair back and stand to his feet. Keith pulled his robe on and muttered, "Let's get out of here."
"Have a good evening," George told the security guard.
Mason watched the man leave the building and then stood to his feet. He reached for his robe and put it on. He asked Keith, "Do you know that guy?"
"Yeah." Keith walked toward the door.
Puzzled by boy's action, Mason joined Keith at the door.
"Have a good evening, fellows," George called after them.
Mason tied his robe. "You, too, George."
When they were outside, Mason asked, "What's going on, Keith? Why the sudden need to leave?"
"Homework." Keith looked down at the ground and walked in the direction of the dormitory.
"What the hell?" Mason asked himself. He walked faster to keep up with the guy. Keith had suddenly became agitated, and Mason had an idea it had something to do with the security guard. George had called the man Matt. Why would Keith have any connection with guard? "I'm going to find out," he decided.
When they entered the dorm, Keith hurried to his room, leaving Mason alone in the hallway. Confused, he shook his head. The time he had spent with Keith had left him more puzzled than ever. He looked at the clock on the wall. There was still plenty of time before dinner. Taking a moment to run a few thoughts across his brain, he decided to see if Bren was home. He needed to talk to someone about Keith, and he thought his teacher would be the one to confide in. He stopped and knocked on the two teacher's door and waited.