Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2022 19:22:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hairy Ever After 93

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Chapter Ninety-Three


	Two long tables had been set up at the front of the cafeteria, and
Bren studied the trays of food that covered them. Various meats, cheeses,
along with a variety of veggies, hoagie buns and chips were displayed.
"Everything looks great, guys."

	Tom, Cole and David had helped him arrange the food, and now it was
time for the party to begin.

	Cole said, "I hope Chance likes his birthday cake."

	"Who made the cake?" David asked.

	"The Sweet Shop in town," Bren answered.

	Tom smiled. "I think your brother will be happy with everything."

	"Speaking of, the man himself just walked through the door" Cole
said.

	Bren saw his brother coming into the room followed by Evan. The
professor had been asked to keep Chance in their apartment as long as he
could while the birthday party was being put together.

	"You think he's going to be surprised?"

	"I doubt it, David," Tom answered. "I'm sure Chance had to realize
something was up when Chad asked him to skip breakfast and lunch and serve
brunch instead."

	"I'm sure he had an idea that something was going on. Hopefully
there will still be some element of surprise." Bren walked across the room
to meet his brother. "Happy birthday," he said pulling Chance to him."

	Chance returned his brother's hug and said, "Thanks, Buddy. I knew
something was happening when the Founder had me rearrange the meal schedule
for today."

	Tom smiled and gave Chance a hug as well. "Happy birthday,
Brother!"

	"Thanks," Chance said returning the hug.

	"Can I please have your attention?"

	Chad stood by the food line and smiled. The room became quiet, and
he asked Chance to join him.

	When he saw a look of hesitance on his brother's face, Bren said,
"Relax, Chance. This is your special day. Just enjoy it."

	As he watched his brother make his way slowly to the front of the
room, Bren said to Tom, "Chance has never enjoyed being the center of
attention."

	Tom placed an arm across his lover's shoulders. "If anyone can make
him feel at ease, Chad's the man."

	Bren watched as the Founder gave his brother a smile and then give
him a hug. He relaxed when he saw Chance return the hug before stepping
back.

	Chad looked around the room and saw staff and students standing
next to each other. "I think everyone in the room will agree with me that
Chance does an awesome job keeping our stomachs happy." He faced Chance and
said, "This is your special day, and everyone is excited to share it with
you. There's lots of good food, which by the way, you didn't have to
prepare. Don't you wish everyday was your birthday?"

	Chance shook his head. "One day a year is enough."

	"I'm sure that you've seen your birthday cake on the table. We'll
have cake and ice cream later, but now, let's eat. Chance, I want you and
Evan to go through the line first. It is your birthday, and Evan did a
swell job keeping you away from the cafeteria. Come on up, Evan."

	"Hey, no fair," Cole complained. Then he grinned, showing he was
only teasing.

	"You're not going to starve," Bren assured him.

	"I saw you stuffing your face while we put everything together in
the kitchen," Tom reminded.

	Cole folded his arms across his bare chest. "I wonder what Evan did
to entertain Chance."

	David slammed his shoulder playfully against Cole's arm. "There's
probably several ways. Why don't you use your imagination?"

	Cole laughed. "I don't think I should. Everybody is here, and my
thoughts might get me into trouble."

	Tom leaned over and whispered, "Everyone in the Community has seen
your cock hard at one time or another."

	Cole grinned. "You're probably right, but today is Chance's day. I
don't want to turn the attention all on me. Which would happen," he added,
"when everyone sees how big my dick gets."

	"Okay, Chance and Evan are through the line. Let's go." Bren led
the way to the food.

	Bren carried his plate of food across the room and took a seat next
to his brother. Tom walked around him and sat down next to Evan.

	"May I join you?" Cole asked Bren.

	"Of course."

	"Are you sure? I don't want to crash a family event."

	"Sit down."

	"He does think he's family," Chance teased.

	Cole sat down and pretended to be crushed. "Are you saying that I'm
not?"

	Bren turned and kissed Cole lightly on the mouth. "Oh, he damn well
knows he's family, Chance." He told Cole to wipe the smirk off his face.

	"Yes, Dad!"

	"Hey, I'm not that much older than you," Bren retorted.

	"Okay. How about brother?"

	"I'm the brother," Chance said. He leaned over and frowned at
Cole. Then he smiled and turned his attention back to his food.

	Bren leaned over and gave his brother a kiss on the cheek. "I've
always wanted a younger brother. Cole might as well be him."

	Cole reached across Bren's shoulders and let his arm rest against
the teacher's neck. He stretched his fingers until they could touch
Chance's warm flesh. "I love my brothers."

	Evan turned to Tom and grinned. "I see that Cole is just as
entertaining outside the classroom as well as in."

	Tom laughed. "He can be. Is he being a pest in class?"

	Evan picked up his sandwich. "Actually, he behaves rather well. I'm
quite pleased." The professor took a bite of his sandwich.

	Bren asked, "So, tell me Cole, how's the job going?"

	Cole shrugged his shoulders. "It's okay. I like working with Chaz
and Greg."

	"They are great guys."

	Cole took a drink from his glass and said, "I have a feeling that
cot in the back room really comes in handy."

	Bren's face didn't turn red, but it displayed a definite shade of
pink. "Why would you think that?"

	"Hey, I wasn't born yesterday."

	Bren studied the student closely. He had a question on the tip of
his tongue, but he refrained from asking it.

	"What?" A moment later he realized what Bren was thinking. "Oh hell
no! Never!"

	For some reason Bren felt relieved. He had been pretty sure that
neither Chaz nor Greg would allow themselves to be put in a situation like
that, but, however, he did know how persistent Cole could be.

	Cole appeared to be lost in his thoughts for a bit. Finally he
said, "Bren?"

	"Yes?"

	Cole placed a hand on the teacher's shoulder. "This is not the
place for this discussion, but I will say this. I know that I'm always
teasing you about – about certain things. You have to know
something. The things I say to you, I would never say to another staff
member. I hope you know that."

	Cole's words made Bren happy. He was proud of all the students, but
Cole – well, Cole was different. Bren suddenly realized that his
feelings went deeper than with any of the other students. He must maintain
control of those "feelings".

	He covered Cole's hand with his and smiled. "I'm really proud of
you, Cole. You're becoming such a nice young man."

	Cole pulled his hand away. "Damn, I can't be labeled `nice'. I'll
have to do something to change that."

	"Please don't, Cole. You're just about perfect the way you are."

	The staff and students enjoyed the food with several, especially
the students, making returned trips and refilling their plates. One plate
was enough for Bren, and when he was finished, he pushed his plate to the
side and listened to the conversation going on around him.  He watched as
Cole cleaned his plate for the third time. "You're not going to have any
room for cake and ice cream," he told the student.

	Cole leaned back and rubbed his furry stomach. "Always room for
that."

	It wasn't long before Chad stepped to the front of the room once
more and spoke into the microphone. "Looking around the room, I can see
that most of you have finished eating. Chance, would you and Bren please
join me."

	Bren saw a look on his brother's face that seemed to say, "Not
again!" He smiled and stood up. "Come on, let's go. It won't kill you, and
the quicker we move, the faster it'll be over." He waited until Chance
stood up, and then the two brothers walked up to the front of the room.

	When they reached the Founder, Chad said, "Bren, we're going to
sing happy birthday to your brother. After that, I would like for you to
serve the cake. Oh, and Evan." Chad looked out into the room and added,
"You need to come up and serve the ice cream. I sat it out a few moments
ago, so it should be easy to dish out."

	When Evan joined the trio, Chad led with a chorus of "Happy
Birthday". Then Bren cut the first piece of cake and placed on a plate for
his brother. Evan followed with a scoop of ice cream. Chance returned to
his seat and a long line consisting of both students and staff, was formed
and made its way across the room to enjoy the sweet treats as well.

	When the last piece of cake and scoop of ice cream had been served,
Bren took some for himself and joined Mason at one of the tables. "Hey," he
greeted the student.

	"Hey yourself. Great job, by the way."

	Bren took a seat next to the student. "Did you get plenty to eat?"

	"It was good."

	There was silence until Bren said, "Mason, I'm glad you and David
are becoming friends. I don't know if you were aware of it, but until you
came to the Community, David was a loner. I think you are the first friend
he's had since living here."

	"Why is that? Did anyone mistreat him?"

	Bren shook his head. "No, nothing like that. He seemed to find it
hard to make friends."

	"He's told me a little about his life before coming here," Mason
said. "Like everyone here, he has a story, too. His parents treat him like
shit. But then I suppose that's most everyone's story here, isn't it?"

	"Mason, may I say something?"

	"Of course." Mason finished the last bit of ice cream on his plate
and pushed it to the side.

	"When I see you with David, see the way you are with him, I see a
quality in you that is golden. You have a tender heart that seems to want
to make things easier for your friend."

	"He has had a rough life."

	"He has, but then, so have you. And as you pointed out already, so
has everyone living here."

	"I'm sure you're right. Everyone does have a story. For now,
however, my main concern is with and for David."

	Bren smiled. "As it should be. Thank you for caring, Mason. Your
actions do you proud. They make me really proud of you. Now, what say we
change the subject? Let's enjoy the party."

	"Your brother seems to like it here."

	"He really does." Bren shrugged his shoulders. "He's still
adjusting. Life here is so different, and it does take some getting used
to. I'm sure you can agree."

	"I definitely can. Community life has been a big topic between
David and me."

	"That makes me even happier that the two of you have become
friends. While David might not be a very outgoing person, he does have a
good understanding of how the Community works and what its purpose is."

	"Now, can I ask you something?"

	"Of course, Mason. You may ask me anything."

	"It's about Cole."

	"What about Cole?"

	"Do you think differently of him than the other students?"

	Bren searched for the right words to say. "I could tell you that I
think of Cole as just another student, but that wouldn't exactly be
truthful. Now, wait, don't jump to any conclusions. Cole and I are involved
in a lot of the same projects. This past summer we worked together almost
every day in the kitchen at the campground. Cole's easy outgoing, a huge
tease and cut up, so, yes, I suppose I feel slightly differently toward
him." Bren smiled. "Do you feel different toward David than the other
students?"

	"Yes. After all, I know David. I hardly know the others."

	"And that's alright. All through life I believe that we will have
friends with whom we share different levels of friendship." Bren
paused. "Am I making any sense?"

	"You are. When I'm with David I feel safe."

	Bren's eyebrows raised. "There are times when you don't feel safe?"

	"Maybe safe wasn't the right word. I'm comfortable being around
David."

	Bren was suddenly filled with concern. "Do other people make you
uncomfortable? Do I make you uncomfortable?"

	Mason shook his head. "No, not you. It's just that I don't know how
to act around everyone else."

	"Just be yourself. That's all you have to do."

	"That's just it. Everyone saw how I behaved this summer. I was a
jerk and an ass. First impressions seem to hang around forever."

	"I think I'll have to disagree, but I won't argue the point with
you. What about Don? Didn't the two of you strike up a pretty good
relationship this summer while working together in the gym?

	Mason smiled. "Yeah, Don's alright. I treated him like a jerk at
first, but nothing I said or did ever made him angry."

	"That's Don for you."

	Mason shook his head. "While I never actually saw him angry, he
made one particular strong point daily. If I didn't get my act together, I
was going to find my ass back inside the fucking system."

	Bren smiled "Well, from the way things look to me, Mason, you're
going to be living here in the Community as long as you want to. I'm really
glad."

	The party broke up later that afternoon. Evan was told to take
Chance with him and leave. Chance was off work until breakfast time the
next morning. Bren, David and Mason wrapped up the leftover food and stored
it in the refrigerator. Tom, Cole and Ben worked together cleaning the
lunchroom. They put the two tables back where they belonged, swept the
floor and carried out the trash. An hour later the large dining room and
the kitchen were cleaned, and the group met by the cafeteria door.

	"Thanks, guys," Bren said. "I really appreciate all the hard work
you've done to make my brother's birthday a success."

	Tom praised them as well. "I enjoyed working with you as well."

	Cole stepped forward and pulled Tom to him. "Hell, we know you love
working with us naked guys." He hugged Tom and made sure that his dick
touched Tom's thickening hairy rod. Cole felt his dick coming to life as he
continued with his hug.

	Tom stepped back and said, "What is it that Bren's always calling
you?"

	"Incorrigible," Bren answered and pulled the student to him. "You
are," he whispered in Cole's ear.

	"Guilty," Cole whispered back. Speaking even lower he said, "Feel
my dick? Hugging Tom was just my way of giving you the best of me."

	Bren felt his cock twitch between them and quickly stepped
back. "You really are incorrigible, aren't you?"

	Bren turned and faced Mason. Without looking into the student's
eyes, he gave the student a quick hug. "Thanks for your help, Mason." He
tried to blot out the memory of his conversation with the boy concerning
other students.

	"Remember our earlier talk? You've just proven my point." Mason
returned the teacher's hug and stepped back.

	"Hold that thought. We'll pick this up another time."

	When the hugs were over, the group broke up and left the
building. Outside they split up and walked off in different directions.







	Barry and Sawyer walked into their dorm room and fell down on their
beds. They discussed the birthday party.

	"I think Chance really had a good time at his party," Sawyer said.

	"I believe he did." Barry smiled. "I know that I did, and I'm
pretty sure you did, too."

	"I did. The food was really good, especially the cake and ice
cream." Sawyer rubbed his stomach and said, "I can't remember being as full
as I am now."

	Barry looked closely at his roommate. "Sawyer, your chest hair is
beginning to grow."

	"I know. I wish the Founder would let me shave it."

	Barry sat up on his bed. "Why the hell would you want to do that?"

	Barry shrugged. "I just do."

	"Well, first of all, Chad won't allow it. And second, I love the
fact that you are getting even hairier. Thick as your bush is, I'm pretty
sure that your chest and stomach is going to soon be covered with the same
thick black fur. Buddy, I find that fucking hot."

	"I know how much the Founder disapproves of shaving anything other
than the face, so I know when the chest hair arrives, it will be here to
stay."

	Barry ran his fingers through the thick mat of brown fur that
covered practically every inch of his body. "I thought you loved playing in
my hair."

	"Oh, I love it."

	"Well, I love playing with all of your hairy parts as well. Once
your upper body is covered, I'll just have more parts to play with." Barry
slid off his bed and stood to his feet. Looking down at his stomach, he
said, "I have some food crumbs in my fur. Let's hit the shower. If you
like, you can give me a wash down."

	Barry and Sawyer's room hadn't been affected by the renovation, so
they were still fortunate to have a connecting bathroom. Barry pulled his
roommate off his bed and led him into the bathroom.

	Sawyer studied his roommate's body as Barry adjusted the water
before they stepped into the shower. Barry's back had a thick growth of
dark brown hair that spread all the way down to his ass cheeks. Bending
over the way he was, gave Sawyer a perfect view his roommate's hairy
ass. Brown curls covered Barry's ass crack and continued down where they
formed a perfect circle around the Barry's asshole.  The sight went
straight to Sawyer's dick, and he felt it filling up with blood. God, Barry
was so fucking hot!

	When Barry had the water temperature to his liking, he stood up and
turned around. When he saw Sawyer's growing dick, he grinned. "Is somebody
happy to see me? Or rather, is some part of your body happy to see me?" He
reached out and made a fist around Sawyer's cock. He felt it harden between
his fingers. "Yeah, he's happy alright. Let's jump into the shower, Bud."

	Once they were both standing under the spray of needles, Barry made
sure that both their bodies were wet and ready to be cleaned. Then he
reached for the bar of soap and began soaping his roommate's body. A mass
of lather began forming at the base of Sawyer's neck and continued
collecting as Barry's soapy hands travelled downward. The tiny black curls
that were beginning to grow on Sawyer's chest and stomach became attached
to his skin. When Barry's fingers reached the boy's treasure trail, they
felt a thicker growth of hair. He soaped the hairy growth heavily with soap
suds and gave the area quite a bit of attention.

	Sawyer looked down and saw that Barry was hard. His dick stood out
proudly, surrounded by thick dark brown hair. He reached out and touched
it, but Barry pushed his hand away.

	"Later," Barry said. "Right now, this is all about you, Buddy."

	Barry moved away from the boy's treasure trail and slowly soaped
his way down to Sawyer's wiry black bush. As he scrubbed the area, Barry
felt the boy's dick twitch. With one hand still buried in Sawyer's soapy
pubes, he made a fist around the boy's dick with his other one.

	Sawyer groaned and pushed into Barry's body. "God, you know how to
make me feel good."

	Barry pulled his hand off the boy's dick. "I'm glad, but I'm not
ready for you to cum just yet."

	He focused on Sawyer's bush for a long time, making sure each curl
was clean. Then he began cleaning Sawyer's balls. Like his chest, Sawyer's
ball sac was beginning to grow little tiny black hairs. The way they were
spreading, Barry realized that Sawyer's sac would be covered with the same
shade of hair that was beginning to grow on the boy's chest.

	"You have such a hot body, Sawyer."

	When Barry reached the boy's feet, he told Sawyer to turn around.

	"I want to wash you," Sawyer complained.

	"You shall, but right now, I want to finish cleaning your body."

	Barry had been on his knees as he washed Sawyer's feet. He stood up
and placed his hands on his roommate's shoulders. "Turn around," he
repeated.

	When Sawyer turned and faced the other way, Barry began washing the
boy's back. Just like his chest, Sawyer's back was beginning to grow
hair. Even though he found it very exciting, Barry didn't comment on the
fact. Sawyer was still adjusting to the fact he was growing hair on his
chest and stomach. The boy was already stressed by the fact. Washing
Sawyer's back, Barry made a quick decision. He would do whatever it took to
ease the boy's mind. At the moment he wasn't sure how, but somehow he would
help do away with Sawyer's concerns about the new body hair.

	Barry worked his way down to his roommate's wet slippery ass
cheeks. He soaped each cheek before pulling them apart and working a soapy
finger all along Sawyer's ass crack. Little black curls had been growing
there for quite some time, but now they were much thicker. Even the circle
around the boy's asshole was much thicker and was beginning to spread a bit
wider. "Fuck," Barry thought. "How I wish I could shove my cock through all
that hair. I would love feeling his slippery ass walls choking my dick."

	Barry began making a soapy trail around Sawyer's hairy
entrance. When the tip of one of his fingers slipped inside, he heard the
boy moan. "Focus," he said to himself.

	He soaped, cleaned and played with the area until he knew he had to
stop. Barry couldn't remember a time when the desire to fuck his roommate
was this intense. He stood up and used his hands to turn the boy back
around. "Okay, my turn."

	Sawyer took the bar of soap from his roommate, and stood on his
tiptoes. Barry was quite a bit taller, and Sawyer stretched so that he
could give the boy a kiss. Two tongues met, and a sword fight began, one
wet member teasing the other.

	Barry broke the kiss with a moan. "Stop. Please."

	Sawyer pulled his roommate close, and furry bodies and hot cocks
touched, creating an intense excitement for them both. "I thought you liked
the way I kiss."

	"God, I do. I really do, Sawyer. If we keep kissing, we're going to
get into trouble."

	Sawyer frowned as the needles from the shower continued slamming
into his body. "Trouble? What trouble?"

	"Damn it, Sawyer, I want to fuck you so bad, and you know Chad's
rule about fucking."

	"Yeah, the dumb one about using a rubber."

	"It's not dumb, buddy. It's for your safety. For us both."

	"I know." Sawyer smiled and kissed his roommate lightly on the
mouth. "Have you cooled down enough so that I can wash you?"

	"I have, but if you continue kissing me, I'm not going to stay that
way."

	"Alright, I'll be good. Let's get you clean."

	As Sawyer began spreading soap all over his roommate's furry body,
he began thinking about his own chest. He did enjoy running his fingers
through Barry's body fur, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad growing hair on
his chest and stomach.

	"What are you so deep in thought about?" Barry asked.

	"Nothing much." Sawyer moved down to his roommate's furry stomach
and began the same ritual of cleaning there as he had on Barry's chest. His
hand paused but remained pressed against his roommate's stomach. "That's
not so. I was thinking of something in particular."

	"What was it?" Barry asked when Sawyer stopped talking.

	"I was thinking about all of the hair on your chest and
stomach. You know, I think I might not mind if I grow hair on mine after
all."

	Barry smiled and placed a hand on the boy's stomach. "Sawyer,
you're one of the hottest guys in the Community. I think you'll be even
hotter once you are hairy all over. I know that I'm going to have a hard
time not playing in your hair anytime we're together."

	Sawyer laughed. "As if I would stop you. Now, hush and let me get
busy."

	Sawyer followed the same movement on his roommate that Barry had
done on him, and when he reached the boy's hairy ass, Sawyer treated it
almost reverently. He worshiped it with his hands, massaging Barry's crack,
and especially his hairy asshole, working his fingers in and out of his
roommate's slippery entrance. The slippery wet curls attacked Sawyer's
finger each time he pushed it inside.

	Barry suddenly turned around and pulled Sawyer to his feet, forcing
hiss roommate's finger to slide out of his ass. "I need to fuck you in the
worst way, Buddy."

	Back on his feet, Sawyer stretched up and kissed Barry. The action
created a very intense need for Barry.

	"I need to fuck you," he repeated.

	"There's no rubber."

	"I know. I can't wait. Turn around, and I'll fuck you in a
different way."

	Once Sawyer's back was to him, Barry took the bar of soap and
lathered the boy's ass crack heavily, creating a wall of sudsy foam. He
stood close to Sawyer and slid his dick along the slippery trail. "Don't
worry, Buddy, I'm not going to slide inside. I'll crack fuck you. For now,
that will have to do."

	Barry pulled the boy closer and left both hands pressed tightly
into Sawyer's stomach. He began sliding his dick back and forth through the
long trail of soap suds he had placed there.

	"Oh, God, even this feels good," Barry groaned.

	"You can slide in me if you want," Sawyer moaned.

	Barry was tempted. He really wanted to. But – he – he knew he
shouldn't. He realized he couldn't. Not if he intended to follow Chad's
rule in fucking. He began sliding his cock faster through the trail of
soap, and it wasn't long before he felt the familiar tingle in his
balls. He knew he was about to shoot.

	"I'm close, Buddy," he warned. "I'm going to shoot so much cum in
your crack."

	"Shoot your load," Sawyer moaned. "I want to feel your hot spunk
firing against me."

	"Oh, fuck! God! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

	His cock fired the first spurt of cum along Sawyer's soapy ass
crack. Several more ropes jetted behind it, and when his balls were empty,
Barry leaned weakly against his roommate's body.

	"Wow," Barry whispered a few moments later and pulled back. He took
a moment to relax, letting the water flow down his body.

	Sawyer sighed. "You weren't even inside me, and yet you had me so
close to cumming."

	Barry suddenly became focused on his roommate. He looked down and
saw that Sawyer's cock was hard. Pre cum was leaking out of it in a steady
stream. "Let's take care of you, Buddy."

	Barry dropped to his knees and took hold of Sawyer's cock. His
fingers circled the boy's hairy base, and he began licking around his
roommate's slippery cockhead. He tasted the boy's sweet nectar as he licked
the head as if it were a delicious dip of ice cream.  Barry slowly worked
his way down Sawyer's hard shaft and didn't stop until his nose was buried
in the boy's rhick black pubes. He breathed deeply through his nose and was
met with a wet and soapy fragrance.  He pulled off Sawyer's cock long
enough to say, "You have such a beautiful dick, Buddy. I love having it
fuck my mouth."

	Barry stopped talking and swallowed the boy's dick in one
action. Once he was again breathing the fresh scent of Sawyer's bush, he
began moving his mouth up and down, up, then down, up. Down. Up. Down. Each
time the boy's cock bottomed out in his mouth, Barry felt wiry pubes
tickling his cheeks and chin. He moved faster, and at the same time,
reached between Sawyer's legs. When his finger found the boy's furry
entrance, Barry pushed a finger inside as far as he could.

	Sawyer groaned. He began fucking Barry's mouth and pushed his body
against his roommate's finger, forcing it to go deeper with each plunge. He
felt the finger push in. Pull out. Push in. Pull out. Push deeper. Sawyer
slammed hard, grinding his furry crotch roughly against his roommate's
face. "Close," he warned.

	Barry sucked harder. He finger fucked deeper.

	Sawyer continued moaning until suddenly he cried out, "Cumming!"

	Barry felt the boy's cock thicken up and shake between his lips. He
moaned when he felt the first rope of cum fire into his mouth. It hit the
back of his throat, and he quickly swallowed the hot creamy liquid so he
could enjoy all of the shots that followed.

	Sawyer soon cried out, "Shit!" His knees suddenly became weak, and
he leaned against his roommate. His dick was still buried inside Barry's
mouth, and the action forced his dick to touch the back of Barry's throat.

	Barry's finger slipped out of his roommate's ass, and he stood to
his feet, pulling the boy with him. "I do love taking showers with you,
Buddy."

	Sawyer smiled. "Me, too. I wish you could have fucked me. I really
needed to feel your dick inside me."

	"Well, let's take another shower and hit the bed. Who knows,
something might just turn up."

	"Or push in," Sawyer said and grinned.

	"You know, you're a little like Cole. I hope you know that."

	"And how is that? I don't follow."

	"Bren's always telling Cole that he's incorrigible. I'm beginning
to think that you're incorrigible, too."

	Sawyer stretched up again and gave his roommate a kiss. "And if I
am? Are you complaining?"

	"Hell, no. Let's finish here and hit the bed. I'm going to give you
the fucking of your life."

	Sawyer smiled and reached for the soap. "I'm counting on it."



If you celebrate the holiday, then MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!



Mark