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Mark Stevens
Chapter Eighty-Five
Don was in his office in the gym filling out some monthly paperwork. He was required by the health department to keep them informed on the status of the swimming pool. He also had to complete a report for Chad, showing that all workout equipment in the gym was well maintained. When he was finished, he left the reports on his desk and went to check on Mason. The boy cleaned the pool each morning and was doing just that at the moment.
"How's it going, Mason?"
Mason removed the vacuum hose from the pool and returned it to a storage area located on the side of the wall. "I'm finished."
"Great." Don looked into the pool and added, "Looks good. You do a great job, Mason."
When Mason began walking away from him, Don asked, "How about a swim?"
Mason stopped walking and stood still. For a time he didn't move. Finally he turned around and faced the gym manager. "Alright."
"Awesome. Remember, no clothes are to be worn in the swimming pool."
Don dove into the water, and when he resurfaced, he saw Mason still facing the locker room wall. The boy was completely still. After a moment, Don decided that Mason wasn't going to get into the pool, so he swam to the other end. When he heard a splash, he turned around and saw the boy swimming across the pool. Don couldn't help but see the pair of shorts that were lying on one of the deck chairs. He decided not to make mention of the fact. He waited a few moments before swimming over to the boy.
"I may not tell you often, Mason, but I think you do an awesome job taking care of the pool and the gym. It really helps me out, and I'm grateful."
Mason treaded the water silently and looked at Don. He didn't say a word.
Don took a moment to look down into the water. He couldn't help but notice the way the boy's cock swayed from one side of his hairy crotch to the other. Thick black hair made a perfect frame for Mason's dick. When he saw Mason studying his face, Don quickly swam to the other side of the pool. When he reached the edge, he rested his body against the wall. He remained there for a few moments and then slowly swam back in Mason's direction.
He began talking to the boy about different things, yet nothing in particular, and he was glad to see Mason beginning to relax.
Mason suddenly asked a question that took Don completely by surprise. "Are you happy now that you've seen me naked?"
"Mason, the only thing about your nakedness that makes me happy is that the act concurs with the Founder's rule."
"You're gay, right?"
Don had been smiling. His face became sober, and he said, "Isn't that kind of personal? How about you? Are you gay?"
Mason showed a bit of humor by saying, "I asked you first."
Don was quiet for a moment. He used both hands to make gentle waves across the top of the water. "Okay, I'll be honest with you. I am gay."
Mason's shoulders became tensed. "You're not going to try anything with me, are you?"
"No way."
Mason's shoulders became relaxed once more.
"I was honest with you. How about giving me the same courtesy? Are you gay?"
Mason shook his head but didn't speak.
Don looks closely at the boy. "Does the headshake mean you are, that you're not, or that you don't know?"
"This is so strange. Life here with you. With everyone here. Is Chad going to kick me out of here?"
"I know that you find it hard to believe, Mason, but the Founder really does want the best for you."
"You didn't answer my question."
"I can't answer. As the saying goes, the ball is in your court, Mason. What I do know, is that things like helping David the way you did the other day in the gym made Chad very happy. That action alone will be a great influence on the Founder." When Don realized that Mason hadn't answered his question about being gay, he decided to drop the subject.
"What else could I do?"
Don cast his eyes in the direction of the deck chairs. "You could ditch those shorts altogether. It might be a good time to think about doing it. You're the only student here this summer. I think that might show Chad that you mean business."
"Kids are here every afternoon swimming," Mason reminded.
"That's true." Don appeared lost in thought for a moment. Finally he said, "If you don't feel comfortable being naked in front of them just now, you can wear shorts while they are in the pool. However, you have to know that when all is said and done, Chad will eventually want you to not put them on at all. If you continue to refuse, you will most likely be booted from the Community, and you will be back in the Social System. God knows, I don't wish that to happen."
"Are you trying to convince me that you fucking care what happens to me?"
"I am trying to convince you because it fucking is true."
Don looked at the clock on the wall. It was still an hour and a half before lunch time. "Why don't we get out of the pool and find a chair? My skin's getting all wrinkly from the water."
As they sat down, Don was happy to see that Mason didn't reach for his shorts. The boy laid with his back against the chair lounger, allowing Don complete view of his body. The fact didn't fail to catch the gym manager's attention, and Don found his eyes sweeping up and down Mason's body. Thick black hair began at Mason's nipples and traveled in wide-spread down the boy's chest and stomach. A nice looking treasure trail began at Mason's navel and led the way proudly down into the boy's thick wiry pubic hair. Mason's dick was pointing upward, reminding Don of a bird sitting on a bush. A very thick bush at that. Between Mason's hairy thighs Don could see a set of tight furry balls. The little black hairs were so thick that Don couldn't even make out the skin they grew on.
Don felt his dick beginning to thicken up. He forced his eyes to look at the boy's face. "Mason, may I ask you something?"
Mason raised his back up against the chair. "I suppose."
"Promise you won't get mad at me?"
Mason shrugged his shoulders. "Can't promise that `til I hear the question."
Don didn't speak right away. Then, "Why are you so angry all the time?"
"Do you think I'm angry now?"
Don smiled. "No."
"Then you have the answer to your question."
"Please, Mason. Won't you talk to me?"
"Did you know that both my parents and grandparents were killed in an automobile crash when I was fourteen?"
"I did."
"I was sitting in the backseat between my grandparents. My dad was driving, and he and my mom were fighting. About me," he added and became silent.
"I'm waiting," Don said when the boy didn't continue.
"My dad wanted to send me to a Military school. He thought it would make a man out of me."
"A man of you? At fourteen?"
Mason nodded. "That's right. My mother was against it, but Dad kept trying to convince her it was the right decision. He accused her of pampering me. He said she was spoiling me, and he needed to put a stop to it. He told her it would be a great experience for me.
"The longer they talked, the angrier my father became. He was so focused on the subject that he began looking away from the road and more at my mother. The road was just a two lane highway, and it was a dark and rainy night. Suddenly I heard my mother scream, `Look out'. My father was suddenly driving on the wrong side of the road. A car was coming from the other direction and – ".
Don kept silent, giving the boy some time to collect his thoughts.
"I lost my entire family that night," Mason finally said. "For some reason I didn't die. I spent weeks in the hospital, and when I got out, I was sent into Foster Care. I've spent the last three years angry with my father. He was not only disappointed in me, but he was responsible for taking everyone I loved away from me. And I hate myself for being the cause of the accident." A gentle sob came out, followed by several stronger ones.
Don left his chair and sat on the edge of the boy's lounger. He pulled Mason to him, and held the boy close. He felt Mason's body jerk and pull away from him.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm not trying to do anything," Don tried to explain. "No, that's not exactly true, Mason. I'm sorry life has been so cruel to you. I honestly wasn't trying to do anything but let you know that I am here for you. Contrary to what you may think, not all life here in the Community revolves around having sex. Besides, you're a student. I would always respect that, same as I hope you would always show me the same. And Mason, you are wrong. While you may have been the subject of your parent's argument, you did not force your father to wander over into the other lane. Your dad was an adult. Unfortunately he made a really bad decision, and it caused you to lose your entire family."
"But it is my fault. If I had agreed to go to Military school, my family would all still be alive today."
"I don't agree with you, but for now, let's drop the subject." Don stood to his feet and held out his hand. "Friends?"
Mason appeared hesitant before finally taking the man's hand. "Friends – I guess."
Don pulled the boy to his feet and said, "Why don't you take a shower, and I'll file some paperwork in the office. It's almost lunch time."
Mason disappeared in the locker room, and Don went to his office. He sat down at his desk and read over the forms he had filled out earlier. He had made two copies of each one, and when he went to file his copies in the filing cabinet against the back wall, he couldn't help but see Mason in the shower. Don pulled the top drawer of the cabinet open, but he held onto the forms he wanted to file. When he saw Mason begin washing his body, Don forced his hands to move and put the paperwork in the correct folder.
When he closed the drawer, Don couldn't keep from looking through the one-way glass. Shower water was slowly trickling down the matted hair on Mason's stomach and trailing down into the boy's pubes and on down to his furry nut sac.
"God, this kid is so fucking hot." Don whispered the words softly even though he was the only person standing in his office.
In spite of good intentions, Don found himself admiring Mason's cock. Soft, it was a good size, and when he saw Mason beginning to stroke it, Don soon discovered just how hard and how long it could get. He saw how thick Mason's dick was, and Don had a weak moment. He couldn't help but wonder what that cock would feel like buried up his ass.
"Goddamn it," he said to himself. "Behave!"
When Don saw Mason make a fist around his hard cock, the gym manager copied the boy's action. He wrapped his fingers around his dick and gave it a couple tugs. The stroking sent a wave of pleasure through his body. He watched the boy soap up his dick and begin a steady motion of jacking. When he felt his pre spunk leak out of his dick and run between his fingers he moaned. "Fuck."
As he watched Mason, Don's dick continued sending out more pre cum, coating his fingers heavily with the slippery substance. He was so caught up with the action on the other side of the window that he wasn't aware of just how fast he was jacking his dick.
In the locker room, under the jet of steamy hot water, Mason began stroking his dick harder. Each time he stroked down, Don could see the boy's fist buried in his thick wet pubes, and it excited the gym manager even more. While Mason jacked with his right hand, he ran the fingers of his left hand through his thick chest hair. He moved it upward, and when he reached his hairy nips, Mason began rubbing each one, rotating between the two hard tits.
Don was s0.o excited as he watched Mason jerk his hairy cock. When the boy fired the first jet of cream out into the shower, the sight caused a tingling to begin in Don's furry balls. He moaned, "Fuck," and watched rope after rope of thick creamy man juice shoot from his cockhead. He pushed his dick against his body so his spunk would land on his chest and not the floor. Holding his spent dick between his fingers, Don watched as the last spurt of cum left Mason's cock and landed on the shower floor.
Watching Mason cleaning himself up, Don couldn't seem to find the energy to move. His eyes refused to look away from the window. When Mason turned the shower off and reached for a towel, Don continued standing, caught up with his admiration for Mason's hairy and very sexy body. Mason dried his upper body and then focused his attention on his legs and feet. As he bent over to dry them, Don suddenly caught sight of the boy's furry ass. A long snake of black hair traveled the entire length of Mason's ass crack. The black line connected with a wide hairy circle that surrounded the boy's asshole.
Don suddenly turned around. "Fuck, I've got to get cleaned up, or Mason's going to discover what I've really been doing in the office."
He cleaned the cum off his chest as best as he could and left his office. Just as he reached the locker room door, Mason opened it.
Don smiled and said, "Let me get my shower, and we'll go to lunch."
Mason was still holding his towel, and Don reached for it. "Want me to put this in the laundry basket for you?"
Mason handed him the towel. "Sure." Before walking away, the boy said, "You might want to make sure to wash all of those little white flakes out of your chest hair. Did you get those in the pool?"
Don felt his face turning red. "Who knows? Would you mind checking the pool water? The chemicals need to be perfect for this afternoon's swim."
As Don relaxed and let the hot water needles penetrate his body, he thought about watching Mason taking his shower. The memory remained long enough to cause his dick to rise once more. The memory of the boy's hard hairy cock being fisted and finally erupting cum on the shower wall caused Don to become excited. He began stroking his dick with one hand, and reached between his legs with the other one. He pushed a soapy finger inside his wet hole and moaned. He jacked his cock hard and finger fucked his asshole as deep as possible. "Fuck," he whispered and soon shot his second load of cum that morning. While not nearly as much spunk erupted as earlier, the intense feeling it gave left him feeling weak. He leaned against the shower wall and rested for a time. Then he washed his body clean, toweled himself dry and joined Mason at the front of the building.
Mason was leaning against the counter and grinned. "Enjoy your shower?"
Don looked down and saw that his dick was still somewhat on the chubby side, a clear sign of what he had just done in the shower. He smiled at the boy, and said, "I probably enjoyed it just as much as you did. A good shower always feels good. Shall we head over to lunch?"
Walking out into the bright sunlight, Don said, "I'm really proud of you, Mason."
"Why? Because I'm going to show my junk in the cafeteria?"
Don ruffled the student's hair. "Well, there is that. But I want you to know, you do a lot of things that make me proud. I'll tell you what they are over lunch."
Mason began walking faster. "Shit, I can hardly wait."
Don smiled but remained silent. He couldn't wait to tell Chad about his morning with Mason. To himself he thought, "I think the kid's going to get his shit together after all."