Hairy Ever After

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Chapter One Hundred Six

Doctor Tim Wilson walked into the clinic with the Community Founder and greeted Tony, the nurse. Chad's body was on naked view, but Tim Wilson was fully clothed.

Tony greeted both men with a hug and then rolled his eyes at Tim. He grinned and said, "Aren't you a bit overdressed?"

Tim smiled at the nurse. "How have you been, Tony?"

"Awesome until yesterday."

"I understand," Tim said. "Chad has filled me in. How is Keith?"

"Pretty shaken up," Tony answered.

"Chad has asked me to examine the student," Tim explained.

"I just thought it would be a good idea to have a second opinion," Chad said. "When I examined Keith, I found some things that concerned me."

Keith was in the adjoining room, and Tim walked toward the door. When he reached it, he stopped and turned around. "You mentioned my clothes, Tony. Keith has never met me, and with everything that he's been through, I thought he would be more comfortable if I wasn't naked."

Tony grinned. "Keith's loss. Follow me," he said stepping inside the next room.

Keith was in the bed, his body hidden beneath a bedsheet. When the three men approaching his bed, he pulled the sheet up to his neck.

Tony introduced Tim to the student. "Doctor Wilson would like to have a talk with you, Keith."

Tim asked the student, "Would that be alright with you, Keith?"

Keith turned his head away from the group and remained silent.

Tony called out the student's name. When the boy didn't respond, Tony said, "Keith, Doctor Wilson is one of the good guys. You have my word, you can trust him."

Tim spoke up, "Tony's right, Keith. I just want to have a chat with you."

Keith suddenly turned his head and muttered, "What is it with you?" he asked Tim. "Are you a fuckin' pervert?"

Chad stepped forward and started to speak, but Tim placed a hand on the Founder's arm. "Keith, I am not a pervert. Do I want to see what the bastard did to you? Yes, I do."

"He saw it," Keith said looking at Chad.

"Yes, I did," Chad said. "Sometimes a medical decision is based on a second, and often even a third, opinion. That's the reason I asked Doctor Wilson to come see you."

"I want to help you, if I can," Tim assured the student.

Keith turned his head away once more and several minutes passed before he spoke. "Alright, but can I see Mason first?"

Tim looked puzzled. "Mason?"

Chad explained the connection between the two students. "It might be a good idea to have Mason here."

At Tim's nod, Chad placed a call to Bren and explained the situation. "Mason will be here in a few minutes," he said ending his call.

"I want everyone else out," Keith ordered.

Tim smiled. "I can understand how you feel, Keith, but since Tony is responsible for your care, I would like for him to remain in the room. Would that be alright with you?"

When Keith didn't respond either way, Tim gave the Founder a smile and looked in the direction of the door.

Chad took the hint. "I'll wait outside. Mason should be here shortly." He stepped out of the room and went in search for George Carlson in the pharmacy.

Mason entered Keith's room and greeted the student. "Hey, Keith."

Tony introduced Mason to Tim. "This is Doctor Wilson. Chad has asked him to have a look at Keith."

For the first time, a tiny hint of a smile appeared on Keith's face. "Thanks for coming, Mason."

Mason walked over and stood next to the student's bed. "No thanks needed. Keith, I told you I'm here for you. Anything you need," Mason added.

Tim shook Mason's hand and said, "Thank you for coming, Mason. I'm glad that you and Keith are friends."

"I am, too." Mason placed a hand on the boy's shoulder.

Tim looked at Tony and then allowed his eyes to focus on the student wrapped in the sheet on the bed. "Keith, would you mind getting on the table in the clinic? I think it would make things easier."

A look of panic suddenly appeared on Keith's face. "Do I have to?"

"If you can," Tim answered.

"I'll help you," Mason offered.

Tim said, "Tony, why don't we step into the clinic? I think Mason has things covered here."

When they were left alone, Mason said, "Why don't you sit up, and I'll give you a hand."

"Help me keep the sheet on," Keith said. When his legs were hanging over the side of the bed, a look of pain appeared on his face, and he moaned.

"Are you okay?" Mason could tell that his friend was hurting.

"I'm fucking sore," Keith told his friend.

Mason took hold of the sheet and said, "If you can stand up, I'll cover you with this."

Once Keith was finally on his feet, Mason wrapped the sheet carefully around the boy's body. "There, everything's covered up. You ready?"

Keith gave a nod with his head and took a step. "Shit." He stopped moving.

Mason felt sorry for his friend. He placed an arm around Keith and carefully guided him toward the door. Thinking about the security guard and what he had done to Keith, Mason thought, "I' like to kill the motherfucker. Wherever he is, I hope the bastard gets what he deserves."

It was a slow trip, but the two students finally made the journey from Keith's bed to the exam table in the clinic. Mason helped his friend get on the table, making sure to keep the sheet around Keith's body.

"Still painful?" Mason asked.

Keith let his breath out slowly. "Better now."

"I'll make sure Keith has something for pain before I leave," Tim told Tony.

Tim walked up to the table. "Keith, sometime soon you're going to need to talk to Chad about what has happened. For now, however, that's not a priority. The most important thing now is helping you to feel better. Will you let me try and do that for you?"

When Keith remained silent, Mason covered Keith's hand with his own. He gave it a careful squeeze, making sure he didn't press the boy's bruised flesh hard. "Doctor Wilson wants to help you, Keith. Will you let him?"

Keith's fingers entwined with Mason's. "Okay." His voice was so soft that the three in the room could barely hear him.

Tim smiled. "Alright, Keith, let's begin. Can you show me your hands?"

Keith let Tim examine each hand, and when he was finished, the doctor didn't comment on the dark bruising that covered each one. In his mind, he had no doubt that the student's hands had been confined while being held prisoner by the security guard. When Tim attempted to pull the sheet down, Keith used a hand to stop the man.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Tim pulled his hand back. "I was going to check to see if you had bruises anywhere else."

Keith pulled the sheet down to his belly button and allowed Tim a look.

Tim discovered a bruise just above Keith's belly button. When he touched it, Keith flinched. The doctor pulled his hand back. Sorry about that, Keith."

Tim looked Keith's chest and stomach over carefully, but he could see no other bruises. He pulled the sheet back up and walked down to the foot of the exam table. When he uncovered Keith's feet, Tim saw dark bruises that made a wide circle around each ankle.

Keith took hold of Mason's hand and gave it a hard squeeze.

"May I look at them?" Tim asked.

When the boy gave permission, Tim raised the sheet up and examined both feet carefully. The dark bruises on them looked much like the ones on the boy's wrists.

Tim smiled at Mason but didn't speak. He looked down at Keith's covered body.

Mason got the message. Still clutching his friend's hand, he said, "Keith, do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Good. Keith, I'm going to ask you to do something that may be very difficult for you. I repeat, do you trust me?"

"I said I did."

"Okay, I believe you. Now, here's the difficult part. The doctor needs to make sure everything is okay. Will you let him?"

Panic appeared on Keith's face for the second time since Mason's arrival. "Does he have to – God, I can't. I just can't."

Mason turned to Tony. "Can the two of you give us a moment? Please?"

Tim smiled. "Of course. Let's see what Chad's up to, Tony."

Once they were alone, Mason placed a hand on Keith's forehead. He ran his fingers through the boy's curly hair. Keith, I realize how awful, how degrading this must be for you."

Keith tried to speak, but Mason stopped him. "I said I realize that you must be having these feelings. Can I understand what you're going through? Hell, no, I can't. What I do understand is that this doctor truly wants to make things better for you. Will you let him? I know, he wants to examine you everywhere, and that has to be very embarrassing. Especially since you don't know him." Mason grinned. "Fuck, look at me. I've never seen the guy before, yet everything on my body is on exhibit for him to see."

Mason's words caused his friend to smile. "You are all hanging out, aren't you?"

Mason laughed. "I am, but if this guy can take away your pain, damn, I'll dance naked around him."

The room was silent for a moment, and each boy was lost to his own thoughts. When Mason saw Keith's face looking relaxed, he asked, "Shall I call for the doctor?" He hoped his words sounded humorous to Keith.

Keith gave a nod, and Mason went for Tony and Doctor Wilson.

Once the two men were standing back around the exam table, Tim said, "Keith, I know that you are uncomfortable with all of this, and I promise, my intention is only to make sure that you're okay. I know that you are in pain, and I want to make that go away. Okay?"

"Okay," Keith answered, his voice just a whisper.

"Stand over here, please," Tim directed Tony.

Mason saw that Keith was beginning to tense up once more. He laced his fingers between Keith's. When he felt his friend squeeze hard, Mason took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

Tim pushed the sheet away from Keith's feet and slowly worked the covering up until the student's knees were showing. He examined each knee and leg thoroughly and was relieved to see there no marks of any kind on them. He called out Keith's name and said, "Alright, Keith, I'm going to raise the sheet a bit higher. Are you okay with that?"

Mason felt the grip on his fingers tighten up. "It's alright, Keith. I'm here, and I'll make sure you stay safe. You can trust Doctor Wilson. We both can," he added and smiled. When he felt Keith's fingers relax, Mason said, "He's ready."

Tim pushed the sheet up to the student's chest. He examined Keith's pubic area, cock and balls. Keith was the typical African American. Tim reached for a pair of gloves and covered his hands. When he felt Keith's ball sac, he felt the boy's body jerk. "I'm sorry, Keith. I'll make this as fast as I can."

Tim's hands moved away from the student's balls and went down to Keith's right leg. "Keith, can you raise this leg a little?"

Tony leaned closer and asked, "Is that an injection site?"

Tim ran a gloved finger across a red spot on the leg and asked, "Are you diabetic, Keith?"

Tony and Keith both said "no" at the same time.

Tim pulled the boy's leg out a little further. "Here's three more spots." Looking at the nurse, the doctor said, "Tony, we need to take some bloodwork." Then addressing Keith, Tim asked, "Keith, did Matt give you some kind of injection shot?"

"I don't think so. He did give me a Coke to drink."

"What happened then?" Tim asked.

Keith didn't speak for a moment. Then, "It's kind of hazy. I think I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, he – he was hurting me."

Keith's body began shaking hard, making it impossible for him to speak

Mason placed an arm underneath Keith's head and tried to hug him close. The exam table made the act almost impossible to do. He looked at Tim and asked, "Is this necessary?"

Tony walked around the table and said, "I'm sorry, but it is. Look, if something's been injected into Keith's body, we need to know what it was."

Keith suddenly cried out, "Goddamn it, everyone here knows what happened. The bastard slammed is cock in my ass. Just say it for fuck's sake."

"You were awake, weren't you, Keith?" Tim asked. "You were awake, but you couldn't protect yourself, could you?"

Keith's body continued to shake, but he remained silent.

Mason felt his anger rekindling and words flew out his mouth. "That fucked up son of a bitch needs to pay. What an asshole!"

If Tim had doubted it before, he now realized that Mason was indeed a good friend and cared deeply for Keith. "I couldn't agree more, Mason. I've known Judge Compton for years, and I know the security guard will get what he deserves."

Tim instructed Tony to draw some blood from Keith. "I'll drop it off at the lab in town. I should know something if not tonight, first thing in the morning."

While Tony took blood samples, Tim continued with is examination.

He pressed and felt the student's groin, checking for any sign of a hernia. "Everything looks good," he remarked. He picked the boy's cock up and rolled it between his fingers. He felt Keith's body jerk, and the cock in his hand began thickening up. He let it fall against Keith's mass of pubes and said, "All good." He made no mention of the fact the student's cock was showing signs of life.

Tony knew what had to be done next. "Keith, can you do me a favor? Can you take two or three deep breaths and slowly let each one out?"

Mason smiled. "I'll do it with you, Keith."

For a moment the only sound in the room was the breathing sounds made by both students.

Tim said, "Okay, Keith, I know this next step is going to be uncomfortable for you. I'm sorry, but it's necessary. Tony, can you help me? Keith, I want you to raise your legs up. Tony will help support them."

Mason could tell that Keith was totally embarrassed, and he quickly tried to reassure his friend. "Look at me, Keith. Damn it, I said look at me," he repeated.

When his friend finally locked eyes with him, Mason said, "Focus on my face, Keith. I know you love Coke Floats. Soon I'll take you to the soda fountain and buy you the biggest Coke Float the place sells. Hell, I'll buy you two floats."

When Tim looked at Keith's ass, he wasn't surprised to see how damaged the area was. It was raw, and he could see it was full of infection. The bastard had raped Keith repeatedly, but luckily, nothing was torn. By the time he had finished with his examination, Tim was so pissed he wished he could have a go at the boy's attacker.

Tim pulled the sheet back down the student and said, "Keith, you're going to be fine. As I suspected, there's some infection, and the area is still pretty raw. I'm going next door and order some meds for you."

Tim told Tony, "I'm going to order a round of antibiotics, some ointment and a pain medication."

"You should feel better soon," Mason assured his friend.

Tim walked around the table and stopped beside Keith. "Mason's right, Keith. I want you to take it easy for a day or two. Then I want you to get up and move around. Once the meds take effect, I promise, you will feel much better."

"We'll go walking," Mason told Keith. "We'll get that Coke Float."

"I'll go order those meds," Tim said. "Tony, why don't you walk with me?"

The two men left the clinic and met up with Chad in the pharmacy. Tim told George what medication he wanted filled for Keith, adding, "When I get back to my office, I'll email you the scripts for the salve and antibiotics. I'll put the script for the pain pills in the mail."

"Why don't I do the scripts?" Chad suggested. "George, don't you have one of my pads here?"

George reached under the counter and pulled out a prescription pad. "I do have one."

"That will work." Tim told the Founder what he wanted, and Chad ordered the items.

"This will save you the trouble," Chad said filling out the script.

Once George had the items filled, Tony took them into the clinic.

"Get back with me in a week," Tim told Chad. "He should be healing nicely by then." Tim gave the Founder a playful slap on the shoulder. "I don't know why you called me. You're ever bit as good a doctor as I am."

"I just wanted a second opinion," Chad reminded. "Did Keith tell you anything?"

Tim shook his head. "Not really, but I feel pretty sure that some sort of date rape drug will show up in the blood sample I had Tony take. I'll let you know what I find out. For now, he needs to heal physically. Hopefully when he's ready, he'll talk with you. If he doesn't, then it will be up to you. I would suggest when that happens, that you have Rob and Brad with you. I also think that you should keep Marshall informed. By the way, what happened to the security guard?"

Chad shrugged his shoulders. "All I've been told for now, is the man's in custody. Where, I don't know. Marshall hasn't told me. Part of me wants to know; the other part doesn't."

"A place in hell would be too good for the bastard," Tim declared.

Tim looked in on Keith one last time and then walked with Chad to the Admin parking lot. When he reached his car, he gave the Founder a hug. "We need to have a get together sometime, Chad. It's been far too long."

Chad agreed. "It has. I've been toying with the idea of getting a few guys together out at the campground before cold weather sets in."

"Ah, a campfire huddle."

Chad grinned. "Oh, I'm pretty sure there will be quite a bit of hugging – I mean huddling – around the fire, as well as other places. I'll let you know when. Thanks for coming out, Tim. I really appreciate it."

Cole and Ben were sitting at their desks doing homework someone knocked on door to their room. When Cole opened it, he discovered four students standing out in the hall. He stepped to the side and watched as Barry, Sawyer, David and Mason walked into the room.

"Are we having a party?" Ben asked.

"I'd love to have one," Mason declared. "A fucking lynching party." He fell down on one of the beds.

Ben looked at his roommate. "Is Mason wanting to hang someone? Like in the old western movies?"

David sat down next to Mason. "Something needs to be done."

Barry and Cole also found seats. "Where did they take him?" Barry asked.

Mason shrugged his shoulders. "Who the fuck knows?"

"I would think Chad would know," Ben remarked. "

"Ben's right," Cole agreed with his roommate. "Chad knows everything that goes on around here."

Mason jumped to his feet. "Let's go ask him."

"Shouldn't we call first?" Of the students in the room, David appeared to be the calmer.

"He's always telling us to drop by his office if we'd like to talk," Barry reminded.

Mason walked to the door. "Let's pay him a fuckin' visit then."

Ben reached for his robe. "What about your robes?" he asked. "It's pretty cool outside."

Mason shook his head. "I'll be okay. I'll walk fast."

As it turned out, only Cole and Ben were wearing robes when the group left the dorm. They walked across the road and hurried inside the Admin building.

David was beginning to have doubts about interrupting the Founder's evening. "Should we be doing this?"

"We should," Cole assured him. "Keith's a student, same as us. We need to know something like this won't happen again."

Just before they reached the door to the Founder's office, David advised, "Let's seek answers but not show attitude, right, guys?"

"Right," Mason said tapping on Chad's opened office door.

The Founder was sitting at his desk with a notebook in front of him. He closed the book and greeted the students with a smile. "Come in, fellows," he said standing up. He walked around his desk and greeted each one of them with a hug. "What's the deal? Are Cole and Ben the only ones acknowledging it's the beginning of winter?"

"We were having an impromptu meeting in their room. Some questions came up, and we decided to come to you with them."

"You did say if we had any questions, we could drop by your office," Cole reminded.

"I did say that, and anytime I'm available, you are welcomed to drop by." Chad eyed the three chairs in front of his desk. "There are only three chairs. Three of you will have to sit on the floor. Sorry."

"That's okay, Founder," Mason spoke up. "We'll ask our questions and leave."

Chad folded his arms and leaned against the side of his desk. "I'm listening."

Barry said, "Alright, I'll go first. What's going to happen to Matt?"

Chad looked at the students standing around him and shook his head. "At this very moment I can't say. Matt's being held somewhere, and Judge Compton has assured me the man will pay for the crime."

A disgusted look appeared on Cole's face. "Compton is a state judge. Won't Matt have to appear before him in court? If that happens, wouldn't the whole world find out about our life here in the Community?"

"You're right, people would find out about us, and yes, that would not be a good thing. That's why I'm grateful to have Marshall Compton on our side." Chad paused and then said, "Danny Jordan has a great relationship with the Judge. I understand that the two of them work quite well together."

David hesitated and then said, "The police officer. How can he help?"

Chad smiled. "Obviously there are some things that I can't share with you guys now, but you have my word, I will be able to soon. I'm going to say one more thing, and we'll have to drop the subject for now. I'm going to be having a meeting with Judge Compton in the next day or so. I should know something for sure real soon. When everything settled, I'll tell you what I can. However, I may be limited to what I can share with you."

Sawyer had been quiet ever since entering the Founder's office. "All we need to know, Founder, is that the bastard's going to pay for what he did."

Chad said, "I can assure you, the fucker will pay for everything he has done. Please, just trust me. I'll work with the judge to make sure it happens. Now, hugs." He held out his arms. "I'm sure you have more exciting things to do this evening without spending time with me."

Jon finished the last of his math homework and closed the textbook. The sixteen year old leaned back in his chair and placed his hands behind his head. He studied his roommate sitting at the desk beside him. Chase was working on the same math assignment and concentrating hard on the problems. Jon had just turned sixteen, and he knew Chase would be sixteen in a month. He studied his roommate's body. Chase was a good looking guy. Jon had known the boy less than a year, but during that time, he could see a difference in Chase's body. When Chase had first arrived, there had been a hint of chest hair beginning to sprout on his chest. Now, months later, Jon couldn't help but notice the thick growth of blond hair beginning to spread from Chase's chest down his belly. A thin treasure trail traveled down to his roommate's thick growth of blond pubes. The hair on Chase's head was blond, but his pubes were much darker. In fact, they could almost be described as light brown, Jon decided. He looked down at his own crotch. "Well, not as brown as my hair," he decided.

Jon thought about his older brother, Barry. Barry had come to the Community a year earlier. Although he hadn't thought of him as being sexy, Jon supposed other guys might think so. He thought Cole had at one time thought Barry was hot. A memory of his brother's body came to him. Barry's body was really hairy and buffed, and Jon had hopes that someday he might be the same way. Barry had a thick carpet of brown hair on his chest and belly. A wide treasure trail drifted down to his brother's hairy pubes. Jon looked down at his bush once again and decided he and Barry looked about the same, hair color wise. He thought about his brother's cock and mentally compared it with his. "Barry's is longer," he decided. He thought – at least he hoped – that as he got older, his dick would get longer.

Chase closed his textbook. "Done! Shit, I thought I'd never get finished." Suddenly he grinned. "What's on your mind?"

Knowing what thoughts had been traveling across his brain, Jon felt his face get hot. "Why do you ask?"

"Look." Chase pointed at Jon's cock. "You must be having some really good thoughts."

"I was thinking about you."

Chase laughed. "Yeah, right. Really?"

"I was comparing the way you looked when you first came here to how you look now."

"Hum, you must like the change. At least your dick seems to."

Jon decided to be honest with his roommate. "Well, actually, besides comparing your difference, I was comparing myself with my brother."

"And? What did you determine?" Chase leaned back in his chair and ran fingers through his thickening chest hair.

"As for Barry, I think we're about the same. "Well, except for one thing?"

Chase slid his hand down to his belly. "Which is?"

"I think his dick is bigger." His admission embarrassed him.

Chase eyed his roommate's crotch. He discovered Jon's dick getting hard. "I don't think so. Well, not much, that is. Barry's what? A couple years older than you?"

"Almost. He'll be eighteen in December."

"Honestly, I don't think there's that much difference between the two of you. Still, I've never seen your brother hard." Chase paused, took a deep breath, and then asked, "Have you?"

Startled, Jon asked, "Have I what? Seen my brother with a hardon?"

Chase moved his hand down to his thick patch of blond pubes. He gave them a gentle tug. "Well, have you?"

"Yes. When I first arrived, I had problems adjusting to the way of life here. For a time Barry slept in the same room with me."

"I guess you saw his morning wood."

Jon admitted he had.

Chase felt his cock growing. He wrapped his fingers around it. "Can I ask another question?"

"Of course."

"Have you and Barry ever done anything together?"

Jon was embarrassed. His face felt hot once again.

Chase leaned forward. "Hey, it's okay. I shouldn't have asked you such a personal question." He grinned. "I actually find it hot thinking the two of you might have done something together."

Jon finally decided to come clean with his roommate and admitted, "We've jacked off together, but that's all."

Chase leaned back in his chair. "That's fucking hot to think about. You're really lucky having a brother like Barry."

"My dad drinks a lot. When he gets drunk, he can be mean. Barry protected me, and when our dad kicked him out of the house, I was angry. For a long time I thought my brother had abandoned me."

Chase saw that Jon's mood was changing. "Hey, let's not dwell on the past. You're in a good place now. So is your brother."

Jon smiled. "You're right. I'm here. You're here. You wanna have some fun?"

"Damn right, I do." Chase got out of the chair and dropped to his bed. "Join me," he said holding out his arms.

Jon fell down beside Chase and asked, "Do you want to fuck me?"

Chase rolled over and said, "Maybe later. Right now, I want to play with your dick. "God, you're hard." He wrapped his fingers around Jon's hard shaft and loved the tickling sensation his roommate's wiry pubes gave his fingers.

Keeping his fist around Jon's dick, Chase crawled between the boy's legs. It was close quarters on the twin bed, forcing their legs to rub against each other.

Chase stroked Jon's cock a few times, and almost immediately a thick drop of pre cum formed on the tip. He sucked the drop into his mouth and then ran his tongue down the shaft of Jon's dick. He left a wet trail behind as he continued tonguing his way down through his roommate's patch of pubes. When he had the brown curls matted down with saliva, he worked his tongue back up the shaft. When he reached Jon's swollen head, he sucked it between his lips.

"Fuck," Jon moaned.

Once he had his roommate's dick heavily covered with his spit, Chase began to slowly stroke it. He picked up speed as he jacked Jon. His other hand moved down to the boy's nut sac, and he ran his fingers through the carpet of little brown hair that covered Jon's balls.

Jon suddenly pushed his roommate's hand off his dick. "My turn. Trade places with me."

Suddenly it was Jon doing the cock teasing. He looked hard at his roommate's crotch. Thick blond hair circled Chase's dick and formed a wide-spread carpet of hair that covered his pubic area. Jon liked the pattern of hair and ran his fingers through the curls. They attacked his fingers as he made a trail down to the base of Chase's dick.

Jon made a decision to do something a little different. With his fingers still buried in his roommate's pubes, he leaned down and planted a kiss right above Chase's belly button. Brown fuzz that was fast turning into actual hair, greeted his lips. He kissed his way around Chase's navel, and slowly worked his way back down to the boy's pubes. He made a wet trail around Chase's hairy base and then licked his way up the boy's hard shaft. When he reached Chase's cockhead, he discovered it to be coated heavily with pre cum. He sucked the tip clean and worked the swollen head inside his mouth. He paused a second before dropping all the way down to the base. When he felt Chase's blond curls rubbing his face, he breathed in deep. "God, what a hot smell," he thought. He pulled his mouth up and once again swallowed the entire length. Soon he pulled off and began jacking Chase. He thought his roommate's dick was so hot, and he loved feeling the hardness between his fingers.

Before long, Chase said, "Okay, my turn again."

Places were switched, and soon it was Chase doing the jacking. He concentrated on his roommate's cock. He liked seeing the look of pleasure on Jon's face. He jacked faster, and when he thought Jon was close, he stopped moving.

"What the hell?"

Chase laughed. "I'm going to make you beg to cum."

"Are you shitting me?"

"Wait and see."

Chase began another slow jacking motion, squeezing Jon's cock a little harder this time. While his fingers worked Jon's dick, his other hand went down and played with his roommate's furry balls. Still jacking Jon's cock, Chase moved his other hand down until he had a finger tracing around his roommate's ass. He could feel little brown hairs tickling his digit.

Jon groaned. "You're making me fucking crazy."

"Good. That's my intention."

When he felt Jon was close, Chase stopped stroking. When he felt his roommate's orgasm going away, he began once more jacking. He continued doing this for a good ten minutes. He had Jon begging to let him cum. He teased Jon's asshole and brought his roommate to the brink of shooting two more times. Finally he said, "Alright, shoot your load, Jon."

Chase felt his roommate's dick shake between his fingers and watched as the first rope of cum fired out onto the boy's chest. By the time Jon's balls had emptied themselves of cum, his chest was covered in a river of spunk.

"Feel better?" Chase gave his roommate a shitty grin.

Jon groaned. "God, yes."

"Good. My turn."

Chase grabbed a condom off the table next to the bed and unrolled it on his dick. When he had it in place, he ran two fingers through the collection of cum running down Jon's belly. He worked some of it inside his roommate's hole. Then he scooped up the rest and coated his rubbered dick with it. He spread Jon's legs so he could enter his roommate's spunk-filled asshole. He lined is dickhead up and pushed it through the middle of Jon's hairy ass ring. "Damn," he said, pushing his dick all the way inside.

When Jon felt his roommate's pubes rubbing against him, he felt a shiver run through his body. "I love when your hair rubs me," he moaned.

Chase focused on his dick sliding back and forth through Jon's cum-coated ass walls. It made him so hot knowing he was using Jon's cum for lube. He pushed deeper. Harder. He pushed in. He pulled out. In. Out. He rubbed his blond pubes hard into Jon's flesh. He slammed in. Pulled out. Slammed in again. Soon he felt the familiar tingling in his balls, and he knew he was about to cum.

"Close," he warned.

"Fuck me, Chase. Pound my ass," Jon cried out.

Chase felt his cock shake inside his roommate's ass, and pleasure took control of his body, as his dick began firing out its thick creamy load. He felt his cock becoming wet as his spunk filled the rubber.

"Oh. My. God. So – so fucking well, Jon."

"It was good," Jon agreed. "Chase, you can fuck my ass anytime you like."

Bren pulled into the restaurant parking lot. It was Saturday evening, and he was about to meet Tom's sister, Elaine, and her husband, Erick. He shut the car's engine off and gave Tom a smile. "You do realize we're early. Your sister and husband won't be here for half an hour."

Tom grinned. "Knowing my sister, she may be early, too."

"I ask again, why are we early?"

Tom shrugged. "I thought we could wait inside the restaurant and watch them walking into the building."

Bren was puzzled. "Again, why?"

"I want us to catch sight of them first." Tom sighed. "And before you can `ask' again, I just do. Nothing to explain."

Bren opened the car door. "Then I suggest we get going."

When they walked inside the restaurant Bren told the greeter they were meeting two more people. "We don't mind waiting. We're early,"

There was a bench against one of the walls where customers could wait to be seated. They sat down and kept their eyes on the entrance. Ten minutes had passed when Tom said, "Here they come. I told you Elaine would be early. We agreed to meet at seven-thirty. It's only seven-twenty."

Bren studied the couple making their way toward the building. He saw right away that Tom and his sister shared a lot of the same characteristics. Like her brother, Elaine was a brunette. She wore her hair shoulder length, and it looked good on her. She looked very neat and the skirt and blouse she wore let Bren know that she was very fashion savvy. Elaine definitely knew what style made her look her best. He turned his attention to Tom's brother-in-law. Erick was dressed in a blue sports shirt and tan slacks. He had sandy blond hair on his head and a mustache of slightly blonder hair above his upper lip. "Your sister and her husband make a good looking couple."

Tom stood up. "You can tell me what you really think when this evening is over."

Bren stood a little behind Tom and watched as he greeted his sister.

"Hello, Elaine." Tom hesitated a second then then pulled his sister to him.

Elaine stepped back and said, "You look really great, Tom." She smiled at her brother.

Tom turned to his brother-in-law. "Hey, Erick."

"Hello, Tom."

Tom introduced Bren, saying, "Elaine, Erick, I want to meet Bren Wells.

Bren held out a hand, and Elaine returned his handshake. "It's nice to meet you, Bren."

Bren smiled and said, "I'm happy to meet you." He turned to her husband and extended his hand to the man. "Erick, I believe?"

"It is."

When Erick didn't return his handshake, Bren pulled his hand. "Shall we see if our table is ready?"

They were shown to their table, and suddenly Bren and Tom felt uncomfortable. Bren especially, felt that way. Elaine's greeting had been alright, but the brother-in-law couldn't have been any colder.

Tom tried to break the ice. "So, how have you guys been?"

Their waiter appeared and took their drink order. He left to soon return with iced tea for them all.

The waiter had come just as Tom had asked his question. His sister said now, "Life going well. I've returned to teaching this year. Second grade," Elaine added.

Tom turned to Erick. "Are you still at the hospital?"

"I am. I just started my seventh year."

Elaine said, "Bren, Tom tells me that you teach as well."

Bren smiled. "I do."

"What do you teach?" Elaine asked.

"It's a pretty small school. I actually teach eleventh and twelfth graders. Your brother teaches ninth and tenth graders."

For the first time Erick appeared to be interested in the conversation. "How does that work out?"

"It keeps us busy," Tom answered.

"It takes careful scheduling and understanding on both our students and our parts."

Elaine wanted to know how many students they had.

"I have eight," Bren answered.

"And I have six," Tom added.

"There's also a college class with seven students," Bren said.

"Do you teach that as well?" Erick asked.

"There's a college professor on staff. He teaches that class."

"Sounds as if all your classes are quite small," Erick surmised. "How does that work? Are you able to receive any type of Federal Funding?"

The waiter arrived to take their order. When he left, Bren said, "No, we don't qualify for Federal Funding. We're fortunate to have a benefactor that happily keeps the Community a float."

Erick raised his eyebrows. "Community?"

"Where we live and work," Tom told his brother-in-law.

Elaine suddenly took over the conversation. "So, you guys are dating?"

Tom smiled at Bren. "I guess we are."

Elaine shook her head. "Tom Varney, don't be coy with me. You can tell me that you live with each other. I'm not that closed minded."

"Bren makes me happy," Tom said. "I hope that you can accept that fact. I hope you both can," he added shifting his look in Erick's direction.

A smile appeared on Elaine's face. "I can see how happy you make my brother, Bren. If he's happy, then I am, too."

Tom reached across the table and placed his hand next to his sister's. "Elaine, you don't know how long I've wanted to hear you say that."

Even Erick's face held a hint of a smile. "I can't say I really understand this, but hell, Tom, if you're happy, so be it." He reached a hand out to Bren and said, "I'll take that handshake now. I was an ass earlier. I apologize."

Bren shook the man's hand. "No apology needed. I'm really happy to meet Tom's family."

"Well, there's one more family member that will be happy to meet you. There's also another that will refuse to meet you." Elaine said. A touch of sadness could be heard as she finished speaking.

Tom grinned. "Does Davy even remember me? It's been two years. He was what, a year old when I left?"

"He was, but he'll welcome you with open arms," Elaine assured her brother. "He'll welcome both of you."

Tom shook his head. "Mom's never going to come around, is she?"

"My mother-in-law is very shortsighted on some topics," Erick admitted. "I'm sorry, Tom, but I think you're right. Ruby may never accept your life."

"She's convinced that you chose to be gay," Elaine said.

Tom looked at his sister. "How about you? If I'm not mistaken, I believe you believed the same way once."

"I'm ashamed to admit it, but you're right, Tom. Well, perhaps not completely. When you came out to me, I think I was caught by such surprise that I didn't know how to react."

"But now?" Tom prodded.

"There's a teacher at my school that has become my friend. She doesn't broadcast it, but she's gay. She's not ashamed of her life, but dealing with the public school system, there's a great need for caution. For whatever reason, she felt comfortable confiding in me. I told her about you and the questions I had. She attends a church that is made up mostly of gay people. She introduced me to her pastor, and I've been meeting with him for a few weeks. He has helped me to see that you didn't choose to love another guy." She paused. "You do love Bren, right?"

"Of course I do. And he loves me."

Their food arrived and conversation halted for a moment or two. When the waiter left, Erick picked up his tea glass. "I'd like to make a toast. Tom and Bren. I'm glad that you've found each other. Knowing that you both are happy makes Elaine and me happy as well."

It was a simple toast, but one that left both Bren and Tom feeling happy. Bren said, "I'm really glad that the two of you have reconnected with Tom. I know that he's missed his family."

"He's had you," Elaine reminded.

"He has, and he will continue to do so, but I know that wants the two of you in his life. And Davy, of course." Bren smiled and picked up his fork. "We'd better eat before things get mushy and the food grows cold."

"So Mom watches Davy while you're at school," Tom remarked during the meal.

"She does. She loves having him around," Elaine replied.

"She spoils him," Erick declared.

"I'm sure it doesn't hurt him," Tom laughed.

"You mentioned this place you call the Community," Elaine remarked. "What's it like?"

Bren and Tom realized they had to be cautious when talking about their home and work life. Bren spoke first. "It's really a small town. There's a supermarket, medical clinic, pharmacy for starters. Also, there is a post office and a cafeteria. We eat most of our meals there."

Tom took up the conversation. "Bren's brother runs the cafeteria, and he provides lots of delicious food. There is also an excellent gym and inside pool. Also, there's a soda fountain where students consume quite a bit of ice cream and Coke."

"And the school. Tell us about that," Elaine said.

"Like I mentioned earlier, Tom teaches ninth and tenth graders, and I, eleventh and twelfth grades. The professor, Evan Randall, teaches college level."

"Are the students boys, girls or a mixture of both?" Erick asked.

Tom looked at Bren before answering his brother-in-law's question. Then using care with his words, he said, "All of our students are boys."

Elaine put her fork down. "Really?"

"It is," Bren answered. "You see, all of our students have had some type of run in with the law. Some have lost one or both parents, and for whatever reason, they have become wards of the State. They are placed in our school by order of a judge."

Tom decided they had said enough. He smiled and said, "Obviously a lot of our work is confidential, so can we change the subject? Just suffice it to say, our jobs require us to make sure our student's lives remain private. Other than the students, you may ask us anything else. Understood?"

"Understood," Erick said speaking for both himself and his wife.

The rest of the evening passed pleasantly, and when they stepped outside the restaurant, Bren said, "I am so happy to meet you two." He extended a hand to Elaine, but instead of grasping it, she pulled Bren to her.

"Thank you for making my brother happy, Bren. I only have to look at him to know that you do."

"It works both ways," he assured her.

While Tom was hugging his sister, Erick smiled at Bren and extended a hand. "A handshake will do." Then he grinned and added, "I usually don't hug until the second date."

Bren happily grasped the man's hand. "That works for me, Erick."

"We'll have you guys out to the house real soon," Elaine said. "Davy will love seeing you. Both of you," she added.

Bren and Tom watched the car drive away and got into their car. Bren drove out of the parking lot and headed toward the Community "I think I'm going to enjoy being around your family. I'm sure your nephew is really going to be happy to see his Uncle Tom."

Tom reached across the car and placed a hand on Bren's thigh. Right now, concentrate on driving us home. I really want to fuck you."

Bren laughed. "That can certainly be arranged."