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Chapter Twenty-Two
Cole and Denny must have met, because in less than a minute from Cole's departure from the clinic, Denny was walking through the door.
"Hey, Denny. How's things going?" Bren greeted his next client.
Denny gave him a big grin. "I just passed Cole," he said. "Judging by the way he looked, I would say he left here a happy camper. Am I right?"
"You will have to ask Cole how his first session went," Bren answered. "Now, why don't you hop up on the table here? On your stomach," Bren added.
Bren watched as Denny fell down on the table, his hairy front next to the w sheet on the table..
"Feels a little wet," Denny commented. "Does that mean that Cole did have a happy ending?"
Bren shook his head. "Something else you need to ask Cole. Right now, your only concern is what I can do for you during your session to help you relax."
"Well, just so you know, I'm up for anything you might want to do," Denny informed Bren.
"Good. Let's start with your back, shall we?"
Bren had replaced the bottle of oil in the warmer after Cole's treatment. He walked over to the table and removed the bottle. Returning to the table with it, Bren sat the bottle down and placed his hands on his student's hairy shoulders. They were covered with thick blond hair. He gave Denny's shoulders two or three rubs and then picked up the bottle of oil.
"Is that your massage treatment?" Denny asked.
Bren remained silent. He squeezed some oil into his palms and placed his hands on Denny's shoulders. He slowly worked down Denny's back, using the same motion he had earlier with Cole.
"Ah, that's better," Denny sighed.
Bren continued working the area between Denny's shoulders and his ass. Finally leaving the shoulder area, Bren made his way slowly down to Denny's furry ass cheeks.
"I like your blond hair," Bren told Denny. "I like the way it runs along your ass crack."
Bren took an oily finger and slowly traveled from one end of the hairy trail the other. He noticed that Denny had suddenly become very quiet.
"Are you falling asleep?" he asked.
"Not at all," Denny assured him. "You have a really good touch. Your fingers are doing a damned good job, Bren."
"Good," Bren said. "That's my intention."
Bren continued rubbing Denny's furry ass, paying close attention to the student's hairy hole. Bren liked the way the blond curls circled Denny's entrance, loved the feeling they gave his finger as he massaged the area.
When Bren realized that Denny must be suffering from the same problem Cole had earlier, he had an idea. He told Denny to hang on a second and walked over to the supply cabinet. Opening the door, Bren pulled a pillow from one of the shelves.
"Raise up, Denny," he said when he returned to the table.
When Denny did as he was asked, Bren quickly placed the pillow under him. When he told the student to rest his body against the pillow, his crotch wasn't touching the sheet on the table.
"Is that more comfortable?" he asked Denny.
"Much. Thanks for realizing what my problem was. This is much better."
"I'm glad. The last thing I want to do is cause you to be uncomfortable."
"Trust me, Bren, you are not making me uncomfortable at all. Like I told you, your touch is magic. You're going to be really good at this. I can already tell."
"When I placed the pillow underneath you, I saw that you were giving me a compliment. For that, I say thank you."
"Sorry, it just happened."
"No need to apologize, Denny," Bren assured him. "In fact, if you will look, you will see that I'm giving you one as well."
Denny raised his head from the table. When he saw Bren's massive hardon, he said, "Goddamn, I don't think I have ever seen you this hard, Bren. You have a really nice dick."
"Again, I thank you. Let's get back to your massage."
"Oh, I `m ready. Work those magic fingers, Bren."
Bren soon left Denny's ass and worked on his legs, feet and toes. He took a good five minutes on each foot, and by the time he was ready to ask Denny to turn over, he could tell that the student had become very relaxed. When Denny turned over, Bren wasn't surprise to discover that his student was no longer hard.
"You doing okay, Denny?" he asked.
Denny's eyes were closed. "I'm good," he answered softly.
"I'm glad."
Bren added more oil to Denny's hairy chest and began moving his hands in a circle movement, gently kneading the student's chest. As he had with Cole, Bren used the same technique on Denny. Then he made a change. He decided that he wanted to massage Denny's cock before it got hard. He realized that once he reached that area, Denny was probably going to grow immediately.
Bren made his way slowly down Denny's chest and stomach. When he reached the edge of the student's blond bush, Bren continued traveling with his fingers. When he reached Denny's still mostly soft cock, he continued moving downward. He didn't take hold of the dick, but he did rub his hand along the thick shaft.
Denny suddenly opened his eyes. "Oh!" he cried.
"Everything alright?" Bren asked.
"Everything's great," Denny assured him. "You just surprised me, that's all."
"Was it a nice surprise?"
"Hell, I think you know the answer to that question," was Denny's response.
"I'll take that as a `yes.'"
When Bren reached Denny's cockhead, he went down and gently rubbed the boy's furry blond nut sac. Then he slowly worked his way back up Denny's hairy body. He pulled the student's cock with him as he travelled upward. He placed Denny's growing cock in the middle of his blond bush and then continued going up the student's hairy stomach and chest.
On the way back down, Bren smiled. Evidentially his touching Denny's dick was making it come to life once again. He watched as Denny's cock slowly snaked its way through blond curls until it was pointing to his right leg. Then, suddenly as if a nerve had come alive, the cock made its way back and stretched out from its blond base of hair.
"Oh, God, am I supposed to do that?" Denny asked.
Bren's hand was resting in the middle of Denny's furry chest. He gave the boy a pat and said, "Denny, I want you to understand something. There is nothing that will ever happen in this room that you should be embarrassed for. The main purpose of this course is to help you learn to appreciate your body and what it can do for you. As for getting hard, it's expected. Hell, look at me. I'm still hard. I've never gone down since I began working on you. Remember, a hard cock simply sends out a compliment. That's one of the many things it's supposed to do."
"I know that you're right. Still, even though this is my second year at the school and living in the Community, I sometimes have a hard time realizing that shit like this is okay. Is acceptable," he added.
Bren leaned over and brushed his lips lightly against Denny's mouth. "You're right, it is okay," he said standing up.
Bren added a bit more oil and headed down to Denny's crotch. He took the boy's now fully hard dick and gave it a couple of strokes.
Denny groaned.
Bren quickly pulled his hand away. It wasn't time yet for Denny to shoot a load of cum. Bren placed his fingers below Denny's nut sac and slowly circled the area, rubbing as gently as possible, hoping the action would help Denny feel better. What his touch actually did was cause the boy to drop a strand of pre cum into his bond bush. A heavy string, Bren couldn't help but notice.
Bren spent the next little while working back and forth between Denny's hard cock, furry balls, and hairy hole. Denny began breathing heavily, letting Bren know that he was becoming quite excited.
Bren focused on Denny's hairy asshole where he began to tease the opening. The motion seemed to be helping Denny to relax. Bren decided it was time to see what his reaction would be when he pushed a finger inside the student's ass. He rubbed some oil around the opening and then slowly worked some of his forefinger inside.
"Hey," Denny said with a start.
Bren quickly pulled away. "I'm sorry, Denny. I should have asked your permission before I did that. As you can see, I'm still learning this shit. I want you to know that I would never do anything to you that you didn't want me to."
Denny asked Bren to step toward him. He pulled Bren into an easy hug. "Bren, you are great at this." Denny gave his teacher's shoulder a pat. "Honestly, I don't think there is anything that you can do that will offend me. I was caught off guard when you stuck your finger inside. Try it again. I promise not to jump this time."
"You have just taught me a valuable lesson, Denny. From now on, I will explain to my new students what I'm going to do before I actually do it. I'm mad at myself for not thinking of it first."
"Don't be mad. Just get between my legs. I want to try this finger fuck move again. Something tells me it could be quite rewarding."
"It often is," Bren said and gave him a smile. "Thanks, though, for helping me to learn a better way. You're certainly going to get an A in the course for helping me out."
Surprised, Denny asked, "Are we being graded on this?"
Bren reached for Denny's cock and gave it a gentle stroke. "Relax, Den. No grades are going to be handed out for this class. There's no way in hell that you're going to flunk the course. In fact, I think you'll pass in flying colors."
"So there will be a happy ending?"
Bren found Denny's hairy opening and slowly worked a finger inside. "Is that better?" he asked.
"You didn't answer my question," Denny reminded.
With a gentle motion, Bren pushed the rest of his digit inside Denny.
"Oh, fuck," Denny moaned. "I think you just answered my question."
Bren didn't comment. Remaining quiet, the teacher slowly moved his finger back and forth, enjoying the feel of the blond ass hair each time he pushed inside. He loved the way the blond curls wrapped themselves around his finger. He loved the feeling so much that he suddenly leaked a big drop of pre cum. Before he realized it, Bren suddenly wondered how nice it would be to slide his cock through all of that blond hair.
"Oh my God!"
"What?" Denny asked. "Is everything okay, Bren?"
Bren hadn't realized that he had spoken out loud. Fuck, he was going to have to be really careful when he had students in the room with him.
"How about you, Denny? Is everything alright with you?"
"More than," Denny answered. A groan followed his words when Bren suddenly hit the boy's prostate in the right spot. A huge drop of pre cum leaked out causing a thick stand to connect between the boy's cockhead and his thick blond bush. Pubes that were becoming quite damp from all of his pre cumming.
"Okay, Denny, I'm going to add a second finger now. If it's too much, tell me, and I'll remove it."
Bren slowly worked a second finger inside Denny's ass, and when the boy didn't complain, he began finger fucking him a little harder.
"That feels so fucking good," Denny groaned.
"Good. It's supposed to," Bren assured him.
After finger fucking him for a few minutes, Bren moved his other hand up and wrapped his fingers around Denny's hard shaft. He continued fucking him with his fingers, while stroking his dick at the same time.
"Do you have any idea how fucking good this feels?" Denny asked with a moan.
"I think I have a pretty good idea. Just enjoy it," Bren told him.
"Oh. I. Am. God, I'm getting close. What do you want me to do?"
"Like I told you, just enjoy it. One of the goals of this class is to try and drain the stress from your body," Bren reminded.
"The stress is definitely getting ready to leave," Denny said. "Shit, here I cum."
His words caused Bren to increase his actions, both finger fucking and cock stroking. He pounded Denny's ass with his fist, forcing his finger to hit the right spot on the boy's prostate. At the same time, he jacked Denny hard, causing the boy to experience a really intense orgasm. The first creamy jet landed between his hairy nipples. The rest, six spurts in all, landed in Denny's belly button and on his hairy chest.
After Denny had finished erupting, Bren remained with his fist wrapped around the student's cock. He stroked it a few more times and watched as several more drops of cum oozed out of Denny's cockhead.
"How do you feel now, Denny?" Bren asked. He began cleaning cum off of the student's chest.
"I'm fucking awesome," Denny declared. "And the happy ending was every bit as good as I thought it would be."
Bren mentioned the wet wipes on the counter and suggested he might want to clean himself up a little better before leaving the clinic.
Denny found the wipes and did his best to remove cum from his matted chest hair. "I think I need to take a shower before supper," he decided.
"I think that would be a wise idea," Bren agreed as he walked Denny to the door.
As with Cole, the two shared a sticky hairy hug before Denny left. Bren was still fairly hard when the two hugged. Denny stepped back and said, "I can take care of that." He reached out and gave Bren's cock a tug.
Denny's touch caused a shiver to course through Bren's body. He allowed the boy to stroke him a few more times before stopping him.
"You'd better get to your shower," Bren said.
"What about that?" Denny asked eyeing his teacher's hard cock.
"I'll take care of it later," Bren told him.
"When do I come back and see you?"
"Tom and I are going to post a schedule on the board in the hall of our building," Bren told him. "Tom will see two students tomorrow. I'll see a different two the next day. We'll rotate like that until we work back to you and Cole. Hopefully we'll soon have a shower installed here. That way, you can be clean when you leave. It's always going to be around supper time when you leave, so, it would be a big help if you could shower here and then head over to supper."
"Sounds good." Denny gave his teacher one last hug and left the building.
Bren pulled the sheet from the table and replaced it with a clean one. Tony had purchased several, so they should be alright for a week or better before washing them. He tossed the two towels he had used in a plastic hamper, turned the light out and headed for the cafeteria. His cock had finally grown soft, making him grateful. He definitely needed a good jack off session before calling it a night. A hard fucking would be better, he decided as he reached the cafeteria.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bren entered his apartment Friday afternoon and went directly to the shower. His week of teaching was over, and he was looking forward to his weekend. The Founder had invited him to a party. When hiring him, Chad had mentioned the fact that he would host events such as this quite frequently. He had told Bren that he liked to get with the staff in a laid back environment just to get to know them better, as well as get their take on how things were progressing in the Community, and also with the students.
Bren finished his shower and reached for his hair dryer. Once his hair was dried, Bren returned to the living room. According to the clock on the wall, he had fifteen minutes before he was expected at the Community cottage for the Founder's party. When he opened the door, he discovered Tom standing in front of him.
Bren greeted the man with a hug and said, "I guess you're ready to head over to the cottage?"
"I am," the teacher answered. "I thought if you were ready we could walk over together."
"I was just leaving," Bren replied. "Sure, let's go."
As they were walking down the hall, the two teachers met Paul Williams and Terry Sanders.
"I take it that the two of you are going to keep things running smoothly this evening," Bren greeted.
"We are," Terry answered.
"You boys enjoy the party," Paul said.
"Sorry you guys can't come," Tom apologized.
"That's alright. We'll get our turn," Terry replied."
"That's how things work," Paul explained. "Someone has to look after the students. Chad always rotates these events. We'll be invited to the next one."
Bren smiled and said, "Good, I don't feel so bad now."
The four men exchanged hairy hugs and went on their way. On the way to the cottage, Tom asked Bren what he thought about the new massage class they were teaching.
"It's only been two days for either of us," Bren responded. "However, even though it's a little soon to tell, I think it's going to work out quite well. I've seen four students so far, and they all seemed to not only enjoy it, but learn some things as well. How about you?"
Tom said, "I agree, it's a bit soon to tell. My students were a little uncomfortable at first. We spent most of their time talking, which, I believe helped them to relax. At least that's what I'm hoping to see on their next visit."
"Tom, do you find it hard to believe we're actually living and working in such an environment as the Community?"
"I must admit it was difficult at first to believe such a place as the Community could even exist. Once I finally wrapped my head around it, I'm grateful it does exist and that I get to work in such a place. I can't begin to imagine how much help we can be to these young men as they grow into adulthood."
"I agree. I shudder to think how the world would treat them, especially during these younger years. Hell, once they've become an adult, they would most likely do just fine. However, you and I both know how cruel guys can be to anyone that's different than they are. At least, here at the Community, we can work with and teach them that there is absolutely nothing wrong with them or their bodies."
"Agreed. Well, looks like we've arrived," Tom said. He opened the door and stepped back, allowing Bren to enter the cottage first.
"Come in, guys!" Chad came to greet them, hugging first, Tom and then Bren, pulling each teacher in for a tight hairy hug.
Brad, Rob and Parker were also there to greet the two newcomers. Following the Founder's action, the three staff members also gave out hairy hugs.
"How about something to drink?" Chad asked. The excellent host that he was, the Founder described what was available.
"I'll take a beer," Bren answered, and Tom echoed the same.
Once drinks had been passed around, Chad told them to find a seat and get comfortable.
"Chaz is cooking our food in the cafeteria. He should arrive here with it in the next half hour or so. I thought that would give us a little time to discuss a few things."
There were three loveseats in the living room, so two men sat on each one. Since Bren and Tom had arrived together, they chose to sit beside each other.
Chad, who was sitting next to Brad said, "Tell me, Bren, how it went with your new class? I know that you've only had two days, but I'd like to hear what you think."
Bren took a swig from his bottle. "While it's true that I've only seen four students, it seemed to go really well. I can assure you, when they left my class, they were very pleased with how things turned out."
"I'm glad to hear that, Bren. So, I take it at this point that you don't foresee any problems?"
"No, I don't believe so."
"Did any of your students appear to be uncomfortable in any way?"
Bren shook his head. "Not in the least. In fact, when Cole and Denny came, they were very inquisitive about what was going to take place. Both told me they were up for anything I might want to do."
The Founder opened his eyes wider. "Really?"
"Really."
"What was your response to those comments?" Chad asked.
"I explained that you had put a plan into place, and that I was expected to follow it," Bren assured the Founder.
"I'm very pleased with the way you are handling, not only yourself, but your students as well. You are being very professional, and I appreciate that, Bren."
The Founder looked at Tom. "Now, Tom, how's the course working out for you?"
"Well, my first day didn't go quite as smoothly as it did for Bren. Cliff and Lamont were a little uncomfortable. In fact, I spent most of their session talking with them. By the time they left, both students appeared to feel better."
"What part were they uncomfortable with?" Chad asked.
"I asked them if they didn't want me to massage their body," Tom explained. "They both admitted that was part of it. However, both students had a greater concern. They were afraid of what might happen if I massaged them."
"That they might shoot a load?" Chad interjected when Tom paused.
With a nod, Tom assured the Founder that was exactly what they were afraid of.
"How did you handle that concern?" Chad asked.
"I explained to each one that I would never do anything to hurt them or cause them to be uncomfortable. I tried to assure them both that I would always treat them with the respect they deserved. I also told them they should feel proud and not embarrassed if during our session they shot a load of cum. I tried to make them see that it was quite alright if it did happened."
"Were you successful, do you think, Tom?" the Founder asked.
"I believe so. When they left, both students appeared to be okay with the idea of what the class is about."
"Did you managed to get any type of skin contact in before their session was over?"
"I did," Tom answered. "I was able to give their shoulders and backs a workout. I didn't go any lower, nor did I touch any place on their front side."
"Great. It sounds as if you treated both students very professionally," Chad praised. "I'm very pleased with how you handled the situations. Both you and Bren make me proud to have you on my staff."
Rob added to the conversation by reminding Bren and Tom that he was always available, should they need him for anything. Parker echoed the counselor's words.
There was a knock on the door, and the Founder stood to his feet. "Sounds as if our food has arrived, fellows."
Chaz Melendez entered the cottage carrying a large covered tray. Jeff Maxwell was right behind him. He was also carrying a tray.
"Just set the food on the counter," the Founder directed the two men.
Bren eyed Chaz as he walked across the room. Chaz was a hot looking Hispanic, covered with thick black curly hair all over his body. Bren couldn't help but notice that the man had a really thick cock surrounded by a wide span of black pubic hair. Bren felt his cock twitch and intentionally tried to look away.
He focused on Jeff Maxwell, Chaz's helper. Jeff spent most of his day working with the incoming and outgoing mail. Jeff was nice looking as well. The postal worker's body was covered with thick brown hair. Light brown hair grew densely around the man's cock. Jeff had a nice size dick, but at the moment, it was buried in the man's brown bush. As he placed his tray next to Chaz's, Bren noticed that Jeff's cock had crawled out from behind its brown blanket of fur4.
"His dick is growing," Bren thought.
The Founder gave each of the men a tight hairy hug, followed by a deep kiss. Stepping back, he thanked them for taking time to prepare and deliver their food.
The other men in the room followed suit and gave out hugs. When Bren reached out to Chaz, he pulled the man as close to him as was possible. The hug caused Bren and Chaz's cocks to greet each other. As they shared a kiss, both men felt their dicks get hard. Bren found himself reluctant to let go, and instead, continued kissing the man. He felt Chaz press harder into his body, grinding against his hairy cock.
"Shit," Bren thought and pulled away. What the hell was he doing?
When all hugs had been passed around, the two new comers headed for the door.
"Enjoy your food," Chaz said as they left.
"Let's eat, gentlemen," Chad said when the door had closed behind the two men.
The men filled their plates and found a place at the table. Before they began eating, Chad said, "I am so glad to spend this time with you. Not only are you guys staff members, but you're my family as well." He raised his bottle and said, "To family."
"To family," the others repeated. After their toast, the everyone began eating.
"I've got to say something here," Rob spoke up. "I really thought you were going to push Chaz to the floor and fuck him, Bren. That was a very passionate kiss the two of you shared."
Bren felt his face turn red. "I'm sorry about that. I was shocked when I realized what I was doing."
"You have nothing to be embarrassed or shocked for," the Founder quickly spoke up. "We're all men here, and we all have desires. Isn't that what we're trying to teach our students? That their bodies are to be appreciated and not ashamed of," Chad added.
"Chad's right," Rob agreed. "We're men, we get turned on, and that is alright. Bren, I was only teasing you," the counselor assured him.
"Just the same, it was a hot sight to take in," Brad said with a grin. "It made my dick twitch," he added.
"Mine, too," Parker Jordan agreed.
"This is our purpose to be here," Chad said. "As adult men, I want us to be able to share these feelings and not be ashamed of anything we might do. Respect for ourselves and our bodies is the reason I established the Community. Everything else will work out the way nature meant it to."
Later, when the meal was finished and the men were back in the living room, the Founder said, "Guys, I want to suggest something. As in any situation, as human beings, we tend to be drawn with someone we're already comfortable with. Here's what I would like for you to do. Parker, I would like for you and Bren to sit next to each other. I want each of you to share some things about yourself."
Chad continued, "Tom, I want you and Brad to share. Rob, I know a lot about you, but I want you to try and think of three things I might not know about you. I'll do the same thing. Greet your partner with a hug and go from there."
Bren stood to his feet and walked over and joined Parker on his sofa. He leaned over and gave the social worker a hug, followed by a kiss. Although it wasn't full of passion, the act caused both men's cocks to stir.
Parker asked, "Do you want to go first?"
Smiling, Bren said, "Sure."
Chapter Twenty-Four
Parker Jordan leaned into his corner of the sofa and turned his body where he could look directly at Bren. "So, Bren, tell me about yourself."
Bren sat back and faced the social worker. "There's not a lot to tell, Parker. I have no family. I was an only child. My parents were killed in an accident a few years back."
"Tell me about your childhood," Parker prompted.
"Typical, I suppose. At least until I reached puberty," Bren answered.
"What happened?"
A smile appeared on Bren's face. "Why do I feel as if you are evaluating me?"
"You are on a couch," Parker pointed out and grinned.
"True. Still, am I wrong?"
Parker reached out and touched Bren on the shoulder. "My bad," he said. "I truly didn't mean to. Hang on a second."
Bren watched as the man leaned back and closed his eyes. Half a minute passed before he reopened them.
Parker smiled. "Alright, the fucking counselor is gone. Just Parker, the man, is left. Seriously, Bren, I really didn't mean to come off as counselor. I'll just try and be myself."
"Then tell me about the man, Parker Jordan," Bren invited.
"Unlike you, my parents are living. However, I am pretty much dead to them. We were very close until I decided to be honest and come out to them."
"I'm sorry," Bren said when Parker paused.
"My mom would be okay with me, but my dad won't let her. I love my father, but the man can be a damned jerk. He refuses to allow my mother to have contact with me."
"Hopefully he'll come around, Parker. Maybe he just needs a little time."
"I think that fucking ship has sailed a long time ago. I came out when I was a freshman in college. Thinks to my honesty, I have student loans out the ass. My dad refused to pay any more of my schooling after that."
Bren looked closely at Parker and smiled. He placed a hand on the man's thigh and said, "One of these days I feel sure that your dad will see the same man before him that I do."
Changing the subject, Parker said, "I believe I heard that you are twenty-five. Is that correct?"
Bren gave a nod and said, "I am. Actually, I will be twenty-six in October."
"My birthday was back in April," Parker said. "I—"
Whatever else Parker had to say wasn't to be. Chad was suddenly claiming everyone's attention.
"Alright, guys, time's up. You need to move on. Bren, I want you to get with Brad. Everyone else following the same rotation to find your next partner."
"I'll go," Bren said standing to his feet." He leaned over and placed a hand on Parker's lower hairy stomach. Running his fingers through the man's thick black hair, he said, "I was hoping more from you." Then in a whisper he added, "I hope to catch up with you later." As he stood back up, he quickly reached out and took hold of Parker's thickening cock. He gave it a gentle squeeze. "Get my drift?" he said with wink.
Parker pulled Bren to him and kissed him on the mouth. "I definitely get it."
"Come on, guys, move," Chad ordered.
Bren joined Brad on his small sofa. He leaned over and gave the lawyer a hug, followed by a kiss. "Hey, Brad," he greeted.
"So, Bren, tell me, are you settling in at the Community?"
"I am," Bren answered.
"How about your classes? Are they going well for you?" Brad wanted to know.
"They are. Time is passing quickly. It's hard to believe we've been in school for almost a month."
"Bren, may I ask you a question?"
"I thought that was the reason for pairing off. Chad wants us to become better acquainted."
"You mentioned that school has been in session almost a month. You've been here a little longer than that. Are you happy, Bren?"
"I don't even have to think about my answer, Brad. I have never been happier. I had taught public school for two years, and at the end, I was okay with it. Satisfied? Perhaps. However, the freedom I have felt since coming and teaching at the Community, my friend, there is no comparison. No fucking comparison," Bren repeated.
Brad smiled and placed a hand on the teacher's leg. "I'm glad, Bren. I could tell the first day I met you that you were going to be committed to the Community and what it stands for. You are going to make one hell of a difference in these boys' lives."
Feeling a little embarrassed, Bren said, "So, Brad, you are a lawyer. How long?"
"I began practicing thirteen years ago," Brad answered.
"Any family?" Bren asked.
"One brother. His name is James. Both parents are dead."
"Is James younger or older?"
"Older. He's fifty."
"Do the two of you have much contact?"
Brad shook his head and said, "Not really. We weren't very close growing up," Brad explained. "He was thirteen when I was born."
"Does he know you are gay?" Bren asked.
"He does, and he's okay with it. At least he says he is," Brad added.
Bren decided to dig a little deeper. "Your brother, is he gay?"
"Hell, I don't think so. He has five kids, and he's been married thirty years."
Bren shook his head. "Doesn't mean anything. I've heard about men who married, had a family and then came out."
"That's true," Brad agreed. "Still, I think James is as straight as an arrow."
"Invite him here sometime," Bren said. "I'll use my gaydar on him."
"That probably won't happen anytime soon. In the meantime, tell me a little more about you, Bren."
"Not much more to tell, Brad. My parents were killed in an accident. Before that, I came out to them, and they were very supportive. They both assured me that they were and had always been, very proud of me. All they ever wanted was for me to be happy."
Once again, they were interrupted by the Founder. "Same rotation," Chad said. "Bren, you're with Rob."
This time Bren remained where he was. Rob soon joined him on the sofa. The counselor/minister pulled Bren into a tight hairy hug. He rubbed Bren's furry chest and planted his lips on the teacher's mouth for a deep tongue searching kiss.
Bren wasn't surprised to feel his dick chub up as he returned the man's kiss. While enjoying their connection, Bren ran his hands along Rob's furry back. He enjoyed feeling the thick growth of hair on the counselor's back as it teased his fingers.
Bren broke the kiss and sat back on the sofa. "Guess we'd better behave," he said with a grin.
Rob looked down at Bren's hairy crotch and discovered the teacher's cock was growing hard. He looked at his down at his dick and smiled. "Like minds," he replied.
Bren reached over and gave Rob's rising cock a tug. "I don't think the Founder would approve just now. I think we're supposed to be using this time to become better acquainted."
Rob smiled. "If you ask me, I think we're doing a damned good job of becoming acquainted."
Changing the subject, Bren said, "You're a Methodist minister, right? Tell me about it."
"I think it's no secret that I come from a line of Methodist ministers. My grandfather was one way back when. He died a few years ago. My father is a minister in an average sized Midwestern town. Or was the last time I heard from him," Rob added.
"I think you told me that he refuses to have any contact with you. Is that right?"
With a nod, Rob said, "That's correct. He has told me that I'm on the road to hell, and he can't be influenced by my actions."
"Does he think you'll turn him gay if he's around you?"
"Who knows what the man thinks?" Rob said. "I've tried to tell him that the Bible says God loves whoever believes, that there are no exceptions, but he tells me I don't have the right to quote anything to him from the Bible."
"You think gay people will be?—"Bren pointed to the ceiling.
"Of course I do," Rob replied. "Don't you?"
Bren shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure of anything. I do think there is, if not a God, some kind of Higher Power."
Rob reached over and gave Bren's neck a gentle squeeze. "I'm not going to preach to you here, but I would like to have a chat with you sometime. That is, if you're okay with it," Rob added.
"I'm always opened to new things," Bren assured him.
They were soon interrupted by the Founder. "Move along," Chad ordered. "Bren, you're with Tom."
Bren placed a hand in the middle of Rob's hairy chest and gave the counselor a kiss. "Looking forward to our talk," he said and walked over to the sofa where Tom was waiting.
"Hey, Bud," Tom greeted.
The two men shared a kiss that lasted longer than Bren's previous ones. Anyone looking around the room would know that the two of them were fairly close to each other.
When Bren broke the kiss, he remained close to Tom with his hand planted in the middle of Tom's hairy chest.
Giving Tom a warm smile, he asked, "What can we tell each other that we don't already know?"
Tom appeared to be lost in thought for a minute. Finally, "I don't think Chad is concerned about us talking about our bodies. It's true, we probably know every inch, having enjoyed each other several times. Still, I think the Founder has something else in mind. At least for now," Tom finished and grinned.
Bren ran his hand up Tom's hairy chest and found one of the man's fuzzy nipples. He gave it a gentle pinch and then pulled away. "Give me some information about you that I might not know."
"I guess I'll start with family," Tom began. "My father's dead. My mother's still living. I have one sister, Elaine. She's twenty-four, married, and has one child. A two year old son, Davy."
"So, your family. Do they know that you're gay?" Bren asked.
"You're pretty damned nosey, aren't you?" Tom reached across and gave Bren's nose a gentle pinch.
Bren shrugged his shoulders. "Just following the Founder's orders."
"My mom knows that I'm gay, and she's alright with it. As for the Community, all she knows is that I work with troubled students. I've never told her that I only teach boys. Elaine knows pretty much everything about the Community. I've explained to her that I work with male students that are having trouble adjusting into young adults. However, she doesn't know that I'm helping these students learn to appreciate their bodies. For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to talk about body hair with my sister."
"I can understand that," Bren agreed. "Before we split up, I want to tell you something, Tom. Since coming to the Community, I want you to know that you have been a great help to me. I also want you to know that I'm glad you live down the hall from me."
"You're just happy that I walk down the hall and fuck you. I know what you like."
"I must admit, I do enjoy our fucks," Bren smiled. "Still, you're much more than just a good fuck to me. I hope you realize that."
"I do, Buddy," Tom said. He leaned over and gave Bren another kiss. "The same goes for me," he added in a whisper.
Chad spoke up once more. "Alright, let's change. If we don't, I think Bren and Tom are switching to full fucking mode. That will possibly come later. Right now, we're still in informative mode. This is our last switch for the evening. Bren, you're with me."
Bren joined the Founder on his couch and said, "Hello, Founder." Bren pulled Chad into a warm tight hug and kissed the man. He worked his tongue inside the Founder's mouth. The two enjoyed a nice kiss that if allowed, could turn passionate in a hurry. Bren found it hard to breath and soon pulled his mouth away. He was shocked when he looked down and found his cock getting hard. His face turned red.
Seeing the teacher's embarrassment, Chad placed his hands on either side of Bren's cheeks. Bringing Bren's face close to his, he whispered, "Why are you embarrassed, Bren? You're giving me a compliment, and for that, I am very grateful. Bren, look at my dick."
When the Founder pulled his hands away, Bren looked down at the man's hairy crotch. Chad's thick cock was standing out proudly, surrounded by his thick brown bush.
Bren smiled and said, "A compliment to me, I take it."
"A damned good one, if I may brag," Chad informed him.
Bren reached down and wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft. He loved feeling Chad's bush against his fingers. The Founder allowed Bren to stroke his cock a few seconds before pulling the teacher's fingers away.
"Not yet," Chad said. "Remember, informative, not fucking."
Bren leaned against the back of the sofa in a way that let everyone else in the room see his hard hairy cock standing erect. He no longer felt embarrassed. "So, Chad, tell me about yourself."
"Well, let's see, Bren. You know that I'm forty-one years old. My parents are both dead. Besides my Community family, my college buddy, Tim Wilson, is like a brother to me. I couldn't have had a brother and loved him any more than I do Tim."
"I really like Doctor Wilson," Bren said when the Founder paused. "When I was in his office, I could tell right away that he actually knew what I was going through. He understood. Which made it easier to talk about my situation," Bren added.
"Tim is awesome," Chad declared. "By the way, he's coming out next weekend to the Community. I would like for you to get to know him. Once you do, I think you'll feel the same way that I do."
Continuing on, Chad said, "Of course, I know you've heard the story how the Community came into existence. With the death of my parents, I inherited enough money to not only establish the Community, but to keep and maintain it as well. Alright, Bren, enough about me for now. Tell me something about you."
Bren shook his head. "There's not much about me that you don't already know. By the time I had finished signing all of the papers for you, as well as for Brad, well, you know my life story."
The Founder studied his teacher for a moment. Then he said, "I'm sure there's something about you that I don't know."
Bren was silent, trying to think of something. Finally, "Perhaps there is. Right now I can't think of anything. However, I will say this to you. Chad, I'm sure I've said this before, but I'll say it again. I appreciate it more than you can possibly know for establishing the Community. My heart goes out to these boys. If I can make even a slight difference in their lives, I will be happy. I was miserable growing up, thinking I was a freak of nature. I couldn't understand why I had so much body hair, while all the guys on the football team didn't. If I'm honest, I would have to admit there was a time or two when I thought about taking my life."
The Founder placed a hand on Bren's leg. "I know you do, Bren. I could tell the first time you were in my office how you felt. I have no doubt that you are going to make a big difference in all of our student's lives. You are a great asset to the Community, and even to the other staff members. They constantly praise you. They hold the deepest respect for you. I want you to know, Bren that I am at the top of that praise list. I can't imagine our students not having you in their lives."
Bren was touched by the Founder's praise. When he could speak, he said, "You have no idea how happy that makes me feel. I made you a promise once, and I'll make it again. I will always be here for the Community and the students. Especially the students," he ended.
"I know you will, Bren."
"Hey, what's going on over there, Founder?" Brad called from across the room. "Whatever you two are talking about must be really serious. Your cocks have disappeared inside your pubes."
"Excuse us," the Founder said, "Bren and I are discussing what's good for the Community and its students. The rest of you might heed our example."
Rob stood to his feet and said, "Okay, gang, let's move over to Bren and the Founder's sofa. They can fill us in for what is good for the Community."
The other men quickly stood around the Founder.
"Let's hear it," Brad said.
Chad rubbed his hand through his thick chest hair. "Bren and I were discussing the fact that every staff member was here for and would do anything to help our students with any problem they might experience. Bren reminded me of something that I already knew. He had a difficult time growing up, thinking he was a freak of nature for being so hairy. He told me that the boys here were lucky to live in such a place that accepted them truly for who and what they are.
"However, his words reminded me of something just as great," the Founder continued. "While it's true that the boys are very lucky to live in a place such as this, I'm also reminded how the staff can be here for each other. Even though we're adults, we're still not exempt from ridicule and hurt for being different.
"Before closing this part of the evening, I want to tell each one of you how much I love and appreciate what you are contributing to the Community. The Community would be nothing without you guys. And as far as our students go, I can't even imagine anyone else but you guys being in their lives.
"Do any of you have a question or comment before we get fresh drinks?" the Founder asked looking around the room.
Silence was everywhere in the room until Parker spoke. "I'm the newest staff member, and I feel I should say a word. Since moving to the Community, I have had ample opportunity to observe most of you conversing or working with the students. I have worked with various people since becoming a social worker, but never in my life have I seen anything like I've seen here in the Community. The time I've spent with Tom and Bren while they were engaging with their students has been phenomenal. I can tell that they both want only what is best for them. They are patient, kind, understanding, yet firm when needed. What has most stood out to me was the respect the students give, not only their teachers, but the rest of the staff as well.
"Sorry," Parker continued, "I didn't mean to ramble on like this. I suppose in my way I was trying to echo my own statement with what has been said. The community has made me feel welcomed from the very first day I was here. I just want to let everyone know that the Community, as well as the students, has my full commitment."
The other staff members cast approving nods, and Chad said, "Thank you, Parker. I appreciate your words of praise. You have shown to definitely be an Asset to the Community. I'm very grateful that you have joined our family." Chad stood to his feet. "Now, let's get to drinking."