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Chapter One Hundred Four
"Oh, God," Tom moaned and buried his cock deep inside Bren's slippery wet hole. His lover was on his back, legs spread, and Tom's body was pressed tightly against Bren, his brown pubes kissing his lover's balls.
Bren sighed and whispered, "I guess you woke up horny, but you'll not get a complaint out of me. I could wake up this way every morning."
Tom's hard six inches filled Bren's ass. He placed his hands on Tom's furry chest and pinched the man's nipples. "Fuck me, Babe."
Bren felt his ass open up and suck Tom's dick deeper inside. A shudder traveled through his body when he felt a hard tap against his prostate. He pinched Tom's nips hard and felt them grow hard between his fingers. He moved his hands back to Tom's furry ass cheeks. He pushed against them and forced Tom's cock to slam against his love nut even harder.
"You make me fucking crazy," Tom growled. He bottomed out once more and ground his wiry pubes hard against his lover's body.
"I love it when you rub your bush against me," Bren muttered. "You really know how to fuck, Babe."
Bren felt a thick drop of pre cum leak out of his cockhead and drop into his pubes. As much as he could with Tom between his legs, Bren tried to raise up and meet each fuck thrust Tom gave him.
As Tom fucked Bren, he leaned down and kissed him, not stopping or even slowing down his pace. "I love you, Bren. So fucking much," he whispered.
It wasn't long before Bren felt the familiar tingling in his balls. The abuse Tom's dick was giving his prostate was driving Bren over the edge. "Close, Babe," he groaned.
Tom felt his balls rumble and realized he was about to erupt hot cum up his lover's ass. "Me, too," he cried out.
Bren wrapped his fingers around his swollen cock shaft, but before he could stroke it, creamy spunk began firing out onto his stomach. He jacked his dick and felt his body consumed with orgasmic pleasure. His toes curled, and his balls ached as his dick continued erupting his thick load onto his hairy chest.
"Fuck!" Tom cried out. "Cum – cum – cumming!" He felt his dick shudder inside Bren's ass. "Goddamn!" He kept pushing his cock back and forth through the volley of cum he was shooting into Bren's ass. The sensation felt fucking fantastic to his dick.
Once Tom became still, Bren motioned for him to lay on top of him. When he felt his lover's furry chest pressed against the cum-splattered hair on his chest and stomach, Bren hugged the man close. "I love you, Tom Varney."
The room became quiet as they lay together. Bren slowly ran his hands along Tom's hairy back. He kissed Tom and said, "You can wake me up this way anytime, and I'll not complain in the least."
"It was nice," Tom whispered.
A few minutes later, Bren felt himself drifting off to sleep. He opened his eyes and looked at the alarm clock on the table next to the bed. "Hey," he said putting his hands on Tom's shoulders. "Wake up. The alarm's about to go off, and we definitely need a shower."
"Can't we stay here and fuck all day?" Tom asked raising his head off Bren's chest.
Bren gave his lover's ass a playful slap. "I would like nothing better, but I don't think Chad would approve."
Tom's cock was still buried in Bren's cum-filled hole. It was still fairly hard, and he pushed it through the slippery spunk. "You and I both know how much the Founder enjoys fucking ass."
"He does," Bren agreed. "He also thinks highly of our student's education. As much as he loves to fuck, I have a feeling he would much rather we fuck on our own time. Now, roll off me, and let's hit the shower. It's your fault that I'm so damned sticky."
Tom pulled his cock out and brought some of his cum with it. "We may have to wash the sheets," he said sliding off the bed.
"It wouldn't be the first time we crawled between cum-sticky sheets." Bren followed his lover into the bath room, where they got into the shower and got ready to start their day.
Bren stood next to the door of his classroom and greeted each student that entered with a hug. "Good morning. Welcome to a new day of learning."
When Mason gave him a hug, Bren whispered, "Thank you. I really appreciate your help with Keith. Hopefully persistence will pay off."
"I don't feel like I'm accomplishing much at all," he whispered back.
"Baby steps," Bren said turning to the next student that entered his classroom.
When it was time to begin class, Bren realized Keith hadn't shown up yet. He eyed the clock on the wall. Class should have begun five minutes ago.
"Where's Keith?" Barry asked.
Bren looked at John and asked if he knew where his roommate might be.
John shrugged his shoulders. "Don't have a clue. He did leave the room earlier than usual this morning but I assumed he was going for an early breakfast."
"Did you happen to notice the time he left?"
John said he wasn't sure. "I must have remained in bed a good ten minutes after he left the room. It was nearly seven when I took my shower."
"Breakfast isn't served until seven fifteen," Bren reminded.
He asked the rest of the students, but none of them had seen Keith since the previous day. That is, all except Keith's roommate, John.
When a few more minutes passed and still no sign of Keith, Bren asked the students to place their homework assignments on his desk. He walked out of the room and stood in the doorway of Tom's room. He motioned for Tom to join him.
"What's up?" Tom greeted.
Bren explained about his missing student.
"No shit?" Tom's face registered both surprise and concern.
"I think we should let someone know. I'll give Chad a call." Bren returned to his classroom.
"I think I'll call Rob." Tom also went for his cell phone.
After his call to the Founder, Bren said to his students, "Alright, guys, come with me. We're going to search the grounds and see if we can find Keith."
Tom had told his class the same thing, and by the time both classes were out in the hall, Rob was coming around the corner, followed by Evan and his students.
"Let's begin the search," Rob said. "Parker's checking every room in this building, but I doubt he'll find Keith here. It's pretty cool outside. Let's drop by our rooms and pick up our robes first."
A few minutes later the three teachers and their students were congregated outside the building. Parker soon joined them and said there was no sign of Keith in any of the dorm rooms.
Chad and Brad soon arrived, and the Founder told them to divide up in groups and begin a wide area search of the Community.
Rob volunteered to check at the security guard station, and when he returned, he told Chad, "Matt's on duty. He said he hasn't seen Keith for several days.
"That's not so," Mason spoke up. "He saw both Keith and me yesterday in the soda fountain."
Rob admitted that something seemed a bit off when he spoke with the guard.
Chad had joined the group in time to hear Mason's remark. "Brad, come with me. I'd like to have a talk with Matt."
When Chad and Brad reached the security office, they found it empty.
Brad opened the door and walked inside the small room. "What the hell is going on?"
Chad pulled his phone from the pocket on his robe and called Matt's cell phone. "Damn," he said a minute later and punched a button on his phone. "Went to voice mail."
"Something is definitely going on here," Brad decided and pulled the office door shut.
Chad made another call, this time to the other guard, Trevor. Several rings later his call was answered. "Hey, Trevor, apologies for waking you up." He explained what little he knew about the current situation to the man.
"I'm on my way, Founder," Trevor assured his boss. "It will take me fifteen minutes, but I'll get there soon as I can."
"I really appreciate you, Trevor. Thanks."
"What about Mike?" Brad asked when Chad had finished his call.
"Mike is only available to work on weekends. He has a full time job during the week."
As they made their way back to the others, Brad said, "I understand the guy is married."
"Mike?" Chad shrugged his shoulders. "Mike's okay with everything the Community stands for. He doesn't object to the way of life here."
When he and Brad rejoined the other searchers, he told them to assemble in the cafeteria. Word was quickly spread for all the staff to join them. Once they were gathered there and the Founder had explained the situation, the question of should they call the police was raised.
Chad hesitated and then said, "That's a possibility."
Bren said, "I understand your reason for hesitation, Chad, but if we can't find Keith, we've got to let someone know what's going on. For Keith's protection, as well as the Community's."
"What about Marshall Compton?" Tom asked.
Chad thought that was a good idea. He immediately placed a call to the judge's office. He wasn't surprised when he was told Compton wasn't available at the moment.
"I left a message for Marshall to return my call." Chad looked around the room. "Now, tell me, has every building been searched?"
Everyone, staff and student alike, assured the Founder that a complete search of the buildings and grounds had not turned up the boy or any clue as to where Keith might be.
Chad's phone rang ten minutes later. Judge Compton was returning the Founder's call. Chad explained the situation and voiced his hesitation about getting the police involved.
The judge said, "I understand your concern, Chad. Give me a few minutes, and I'll get back to you."
When Marshall Compton called back a second time, he told Chad that an officer would be arriving shortly at the Community. "His name is Danny Jordan, and I can assure you, Chad, you can trust the guy. Danny won't have a problem with the way of life in the Community. Whatever questions he may ask, he will respect your answers. In fact, he would be a great advocate to have on the Community's side."
When Chad's conversation with the judge was finished, he turned to the group and said, "There's a police officer coming out here. I suggest everyone get dressed and return back here."
"Are you sure that's wise?" Brad asked. As a lawyer, he could see many problems arising from an officer of the law's visiting the Community.
"Marshall assures me this man can be trusted." Chad looked around the room and said, "I really don't think we have any other choice. Now, everyone, get dressed and come back here."
Bren saw his brother standing at one end of the serving counter. He walked over and gave his brother a hug. In spite of the serious situation surrounding one of his students, he felt the usual excitement course through his body when he held Chance close. He'd had these feelings ever since his brother had moved into the Community. At first those feelings had left him feeling confused. Now, he realized the way he felt toward his brother wasn't much different than toward any other guy in the Community. The only difference was that he loved his brother.
"What can I do to help?" Chance asked.
"For starters, let's go to the dorm and get dressed. Everything alright in the kitchen?"
"Yes. I turned all the stove burners off when I came out here."
"Great, let's go."
The cafeteria was suddenly empty, and in record time, staff and students, fully dressed, were returning to the big room. Another half hour had passed when Chad and Brad, dressed themselves, walked into the dining area accompanied by another man.
Tom was standing next to Bren. "A plain clothes policeman?"
Bren shrugged and whispered, "Let's hear what Chad has to say."
The room became silent as the three men walked to the front of the cafeteria. Chad introduced the stranger as Danny Jordan. "He's a police officer, and he understands our way of life here in the Community. We can trust him to handle this situation discreetly. Please help him in any way that you can. Danny, the room is yours."
"First of all," Danny Jordan said, "I do want to assure everyone that you can trust me. I've known about the Community here for quite some time. I've also been acquainted with Judge Compton for several years. I know you trust him, and you can be the same way with me." Danny paused. "Now, tell me something. Can you think of any place Keith might go? Is there some place where he might hide?"
Several suggestions were called out, but it was Mason's suggestion that caught the young police officer's attention. "There's the campground," the student said.
Danny looked at the Founder. "Campground?"
The Founder explained about the campground and his reason for purchasing it last spring.
Danny eyed Brad. "You're a lawyer, correct?"
"I am," Brad assured the officer.
"I would like for you and Mr. Thomas to take me to this campground." He looked at Mason. "I understand that you've been spending some time with this student. I would like for you to come with us as well."
Danny asked Chad, "Do you have the address of this missing guard?"
"I do," the Founder answered. "It's in his file in my office."
"Tom and I can check out his residence," Bren volunteered.
"Come to my office with me," Chad told Bren. "I'll give it to you. Then we can head out to the campground, Mr. Jordan."
"I'll go with you guys," Cole said to Bren.
Once they had the guard's address, Bren, Tom and Cole left the Community in Bren's vehicle.
Chad led the way to his car, and he, Brad, the police officer and Mason were quickly on their way to the campground. The Founder was relieved when he discovered Trevor in the security office. The guard came out to open the gate for them.
"I really appreciate you coming back on duty, Trevor," Chad said. "I'm sorry that I disturbed your sleep." He turned to Danny and explained that Trevor worked the night shift normally.
"No problem, Founder." Trevor swung the gate back and then closed it behind the retreating vehicle.
Sitting in the back seat of the Founder's car, Mason studied the back of Danny Jordan's head. He was still uneasy by the police officer's presence. He remained silent as he lost himself to his thoughts.
The officer suddenly turned around and faced him. "It's Mason, right?"
"It is."
"I know you don't trust me, Mason, and I can understand why. However, I can assure you, I can be trusted."
When Mason remained silent, the officer turned back around and faced the front of the car.
Brad was sharing the back seat with Mason. He looked at the student and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "I'm not so sure either."
Keeping his eyes on the road, Chad said, "Danny's right, Mason. He can be trusted with our situation. That's all I'm going to say for now. We can talk later. Right now our focus is on finding Keith."
"Mr. Thomas is correct. We need to find him. The longer it takes to do so makes Keith's disappearance even more dangerous."
Mason let the man's words soak in and then said, "More dangerous?"
"That's right. In most cases involving missing persons, once seventy-two hours have passed, the case doesn't always end up well."
Mason leaned back against the car seat. "I see."
"At this point we don't know if Keith is in any danger. We need to stay positive," Chad advised.
Bren made the thirty minute trip into Granville, the nearby town, in record time. Before leaving the Community he had put Matt's address in the GPS system. Not long after entering the city limits, he turned onto a side street and a short time later found the house he was looking for.
As they walked along the driveway, Cole muttered, "Hell, does this guy live in a garage?"
Tom eyed the structure closely and replied, "It looks as if a garage has been turned into an apartment."
"Looks like shit to me," Cole remarked.
Bren placed a finger to his lips. "Be nice." He knocked on the door.
"Looks like he's not here," Tom said after Bren had knocked three different times.
Cole stepped forward and placed a hand on the doorknob. He gave it a turn and was surprised when the door swung opened. "Damn. Do we go inside?"
"Fuck, yeah we should," Tom declared. "We have a missing student and this asshole may have something to do with it."
Once they were inside, they discovered the combined living, eating and sleeping room a complete mess. From the looks of it, someone had been searching for something.
"Either someone was searching for something or else Matt was a complete slob," Bren declared looking around the big room
Tom walked into the small adjoining bathroom. "
"I'm not the most organized dude, but this – this is crazy."
"Well, we're inside, so let's search everywhere. We've broken the law by entering, so we may as well commit another crime and see if we can discover anything." Bren opened the closet and began looking around.
Chad drove up to the gate at the campground and punched in the security code. It slowly opened, and he entered the grounds. Watching the gate close in his rearview mirror, he drove along the narrow road and stopped in front of the mess hall. "We'll start here," he said. He explained to the officer what the building was used for as they stepped inside. Nothing appeared out of place in the dining room. The kitchen and storage room was in perfect order as well.
Back outside once more, Danny asked, "When was the last time anyone was here?"
Chad assured the man the grounds had been vacated since late August.
Danny walked over and stood next to the Founder's vehicle. "I think someone's been here since then." He pointed to a set of car tracks on the ground. "These look pretty recent." He squatted down and looked closer. "I believe they were made by a truck."
"Doesn't Matt drive a truck?" Mason asked. "I'm pretty sure I've seen one parked out front when the guy's on duty."
"He does drive a truck," Chad replied.
"Let's check the cabins," Brad suggested.
Danny turned to the lawyer. "Cabins?"
"There are two large ones." Brad pointed to the one that stood up the hill away from the dining hall. "There's a second one behind this building. That's where the students slept this past summer while renovation was going on back at the Community."
They searched the cabin where Bren and his students had slept and found it empty. It still looked the way it had after being closed up for the winter. Chad locked the door to the building and led the way to the second cabin. He was about to step up to the door when Danny stopped him.
"Wait" the officer told Chad. "Hold on." He pointed to the heavy wooden door. It was plain to see it wasn't it wasn't secured. He motioned for everyone to stay outside and remain quiet.
Danny entered the building, allowing the door to close silently behind him. It was a few moments before he returned. "Your student is inside," he said to Chad.
"Is he alright?" Brad asked.
"He's alive. I'll wait out here while you go to him," he told Chad.
Chad stepped inside the cabin, and Brad said, "Keith may be alive but is he okay?"
Mason growled. "If he hurt Keith, I'll kill the son of a bitch."
Chad rejoined them in a few minutes. "Mason, will you go to him while I have a talk with Danny and Brad?"
Mason stepped inside the cabin. He looked along the long row of beds and discovered Keith on one of them. He was covered with a thin blanket, and when he saw the spots of blood, he was appalled. "What the fuck Keith? What did that son of a bitch do to you?"
Keith turned his head away and faced the wall. Mason walked over and reached for the blanket. Keith brought a hand out into the open and said, "Stop!"
When Mason saw the wide bruise on Keith's hand, he demanded, "What the fuck, Keith. What the hell happened?"
Mason sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm here for you, Keith. What do you need me to do?"
Keith pulled the blanket over his head. "There's nothing you can do."
Mason heard the sob that escaped the boy. When his body began shaking underneath the blanket, Mason placed a hand on Keith's shoulder.
"Don't fuckin' touch me," Keith cried out.
Mason quickly pulled his hand away. "That sick bastard. I'm not going to hurt you, Keith. I'm going to make sure you stay safe."
Mason slid off the bed and joined the three men outside the cabin. "The son of a bitch raped Keith. More than once, I'm pretty sure."
Chad shook his head at the police officer. "We've got to find the bastard."
Mason asked the Founder if he had let the Community know that Keith had been found.
"I'm calling now," Chad answered.
"I think you should alert Tony. We need to take Keith to see the nurse. I can only imagine the damage the fucker did to him." Mason was suddenly embarrassed. "Sorry for the language, Officer."
"Not to worry." Danny Jordan smiled.
Chad made his phone call and told Rob to announce that Keith had been found. Then he called the nurse, Tony, and told him they would be bringing Keith to the clinic.
"How do we go about catching this guy?" Brad asked Danny.
"Do you think he'll come back here?" Mason asked.
"Normally I would say so," Danny answered. "However, this guy is not stupid. For all we know, he may be hiding around here watching us." He paused a moment and then said, "I have a detective friend that may be able to help us. I'll give him a call."
Danny made the call to his friend and gave the man all of the information he had on Matt. When he hung up, he said, "My suggestion is for us to return to the Community. If my friend locates Matt, he'll call me."
Brad said, "I thought you said Matt wasn't stupid. You told your friend to check for a credit card?"
Danny smiled. "I said he wasn't stupid. Doing something dumb might be a different matter. Now, let's get Keith to your clinic and have him checked out."
Evan called that evening and invited Bren and Tom over for a beer. "Chance just got off work, and he's in the shower. It's been a rough day, and I thought we could use a little time to relax."
"Sounds good," Bren told the professor. We'll be right there."
He filled Tom in on the plan, and they walked down the hall. Instead of knocking, Bren opened the door and called out, "We're here."
"Hey, guys," Evan greeted. "Come on in."
Chance was out of the shower, and Bren gave his brother a hug. "You smell clean."
Chance stepped back and grinned. "Be glad that I do, because working around and cooking food all day long tends to leave a not so pleasant scent."
Evan invited them to take a seat on the couch while he went to get the drinks.
Sitting next to Tom on the couch, Bren looked around the room. It was the same size as his living room. On the wall opposite the couch were two comfortable looking chairs, where as in his, there was only one big chair.
Over their beer, talk was centered on Keith's kidnapping, and his return back to the Community. All four were saddened by what the security guard had done to the boy.
"According to Tony there was quite a bit of physical damage done," Bren said.
"I'm grateful the bastard's been caught," Evan declared.
"Where did they catch him?" Chance asked.
Tom answered the question. "Evidentially the guy used a credit card to get a motel room about an hour away from Granville. Danny Jordan and some detective went out and picked him up."
"Where did they take him?" Evan asked.
Bren shrugged his shoulders. "All I know is they got Marshall Compton involved, and together, the three of them took care of it. Don't ask me how. I really don't care. Chad did tell me that no murder was committed and nothing illegal took place."
After a second round of beers, the conversation began to lighten up. It was Evan who brought up a different subject. He asked Bren and Chance if they had ever done anything together while growing up.
"Like what?" Chance asked.
"Did the two of you ever jack off together?"
Bren answered, "No, never."
Evan seemed surprised. "No shit? Seriously?"
Tom grinned. "Damn, two hot guys under the same roof and nothing took place."
Chance shook his head. "Honestly growing up, I never had any thoughts of sex where Bren was concerned. After we lost our parents, I thought it was my job to take care of my brother."
Evan turned to Bren. "What about you?"
Bren studied his brother closely. Looking at Chance's body was like looking at his in a mirror. Their bodies had the same hair pattern. Thick black curls covered both front and back sides, and their body shape was identical.
"Well, are you going to answer the question?" Tom asked breaking into his partner'sthoughts.
Bren's face flashed red for a second, and then the color disappeared. "I sometimes did think about Chance when I jacked off."
Chance seemed surprised. "Really?"
Bren nodded. "Yeah. In fact, lots of times. Not particularly because you were my brother. When I discovered the fun of masturbation, you were the only naked guy I had ever seen. I think more than anything, I was curious about you. I even wondered if you played with yourself the way that I did."
Tom leaned forward. "Did you, Chance? Did you play with your dick?"
Chance shook his head. "What do you think?"
"One of the hottest things I ever saw was the time the four of us fucked on your bed," Evan told Bren. "You and Chance were next to each other. Tom fucked you, and I fucked Chance. Damn that was so hot."
Tom ran his fingers through his chest hair and down to his pubes. His dick was growing. "And afterwards, Bren jacked Chance's cock." He looked at Bren. "You seemed so comfortable doing it. That made me wonder if you hadn't done it before."
Bren shook his head. "Honestly, I never had."
"You seemed to enjoy it," Evan pointed out.
Bren looked across the room and saw his brother's cock coming to life. He smiled. "I actually did like it. I enjoyed something else, too. While we were getting fucked, I reached over and took Chance's hand. During those moments I couldn't remember feeling as close to my brother as I was at that time."
A few minutes later, Evan said, "We could share the same experience again."
Tom stood up from the couch. He pulled Bren with him and said, "This time I think I'd like for Bren to fuck me."
Evan looked over at Chance. "How about it? Care to fuck my ass alongside your brother?"
Chance smiled. "I think I'd like that."
Once they were in the bedroom, Evan said, "I have another idea."
"You're full ideas tonight, aren't you?" Tom laughed. "What now?"
Evan looked at Chance. "Have you ever thought about fucking your brother?"
Chance walked over and placed his hands on his brother's furry chest. "Would you like for me to fuck you, Buddy?"
Bren wasn't sure he had heard correctly. "What?"
Tom grinned. "I believe your brother is asking if you'd like him to slide his hairy cock up your ass. Stay focused."
Evan moaned. "Tom, I'm not sure which would be more exciting, getting fucked by you or watching Chance push his dick inside his Bren's ass."
Bren smiled. "Let's hit the bed and see what happens."
Thanks for reading guys. Should I continue with the story? It' been around quite a long time. Should I continue or should I wind it down. Looking forward to your response.
Mark