A RECON-nection to the Community by ckbald

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A RECON-nection to the Community
By ckbald

This story is a complete fantasy. It also reintroduces a grown up version of Douglas from CleanCut’s awesome story "Douglas Meets the Bros." I introduced adult Douglas in my earlier, still unfinished story "The Scholarship Student." This new story takes place about ten years later, and isn’t a continuation of "The Scholarship Student." This is a two part story.




"Bearaboo, I’m home," Douglas sang out, setting his backpack on the chair next to the hall table, and slipping his white high top Chucks off and tossing them by the front door.
"In the kitchen, Connie. And don’t toss your shoes by the door! Daddy Warbucks doesn’t need another chew toy," Ryan called out.
"Hi Con," called Eleanor.
"Oh, hey, Eleanor!" Douglas called back, placing his Chucks in the closet, and heading down the hall and into the kitchen, where Ryan was cooking dinner, and both he and Eleanor were drinking Manhattans.
"Manhattan, Connie? It is a school night…" asked Eleanor, shaker in hand.
"Yes, please. And yes, it is. And I’m a big boy…" Douglas replied, as he kissed Ryan in between each sentence, all the while rubbing his husband’s shiny, completely shaved head. Ryan, in return, palmed the bald back of Douglas’ head, and then slowly ran his hand across the one fourth of an inch long patch of deep brown hair that sat high on top of Douglas’s head, covering the area from just above his forehead to a couple of inches before the crown point or vertex, and completely disconnected from the razor shaved bald back and sides.
"Grrr! Connie got tightened up today, " Ryan growled, before he planted a big kiss on Douglas’ lips.
"Ya know it’s Thursday, Bearaboo. Second shave day of the week for us bros! Reach higher! Respect! RE-con!" Douglas chest-bumped his husband, a twinkle in his eye. Ryan had bestowed the nickname "Connie" on Douglas ten years ago, when they had been dating several years, and Douglas had accepted a position teaching American literature to freshmen at their alma mater, Figgleton High School. Douglas had also happily taken over the job as athletic trainer from the retiring Trainer Dick, their beloved mentor at Figgleton, the "man’s man" who’d kindly and with persistence supported Douglas’ desire for a new beginning in high school when he entered Figgleton as a freshman himself. Trainer Dick had so smoothly arranged things, that before he knew it, Dougie (Trainer Dick’s nickname for him, and what his bros and the rest of the school soon exclusively called him) was bald and bold, the inaugural captain of the wrestling team, and regularly hanging out with Ryan Wells, the tall, bald and bold, gently smiling junior who captained the basketball team. Trainer Dick shaved his boys’ heads every other day, keeping their chrome domes shiny and smooth; it was a perk of being one of the bros. Just before Ryan had graduated from Figgleton, at the end of Douglas’ sophomore year, the two took their friendship to another level, and began dating, Ryan having supported Douglas through his coming out process to his family, and as well as the folks at Figgleton. That summer, Douglas’ parents had for his birthday given him a shiny, black Ford F-150, and the two big, bald bros had driven across the state and moved Ryan into his freshman dorm room. Ryan’s basketball skills had earned him a scholarship, and he was hoping to pursue a course of study in American history so that he could one day teach at the university level. The guys saw each other two or three times a month, Ryan either coming back home for the weekend, or Douglas driving to the university, where he quickly became a favorite of the basketball team, as well as Ryan’s friends in the dorm, the two of them acquiring a couple of affectionate nicknames, "The Chrome Dome Couple" and "The Big Bald Boys", which was shortened to "B Cubed" by Anish Patel, one of Ryan’s two suitemates, and the first guy on their hall to be inspired by the couple’s bold, masculine look to lose his locks and go cue-ball.
Shortly after Douglas, with the help of a wrestling scholarship, started as a freshman at the same university, he willingly gave up his chrome dome for another fierce, bold look. The guys on the university wrestling team all sported a severe high and tight recon, with their bald backs and sides razor shaved smooth every two days by their coach and/or each other. Douglas hadn’t seen giving up bald and bold for a tight recon as any sort of sacrifice, since it earned him his own Ryan-bestowed nickname of "connie". Plus, he enjoyed the visible rise Ryan got whenever he ran his hand over the patch of bristly hair on top, down the bald back, and back up and over.

"God, you two are adorable," squealed Eleanor as she handed Douglas his Manhattan. She and Ryan were friends and colleagues, both of them assistant professors in the history department at the small liberal arts college in town, and she often joined them for dinner, both as a guest and a "guest"-chef.
"Eleanor, dear Eleanor, adorable we are not, but I treasure that you think we are. Babies and puppies are adorable, Connie and I, not so much," laughed Ryan.
Ryan had a point. At 37 years old, Douglas was massive. His polo shirt fit like a sausage casing around his bulging biceps and rock solid pecs. His shorts gripped his big, muscular ass like a second skin, and all of this was supported by sequoia-size thighs. This was the outfit he wore when he was training at Figgleton with his bros, the young athlete/scholars, all of whom proudly maintained the tight recon haircut their beloved Trainer Dougie began requiring when he took over the position upon Trainer Dick’s retirement. In the classroom, when he was sharing his love of American literature with his freshmen, Douglas adopted a professorial look; blazer, button down shirt, chinos and a tie. Ryan, at 40, and the actual professor in the house, clothed his equally massively-muscled body in flannel shirts, jeans, and Red Wing boots. His carefully-maintained long, full, chestnut-colored beard and expanding belly gave Ryan a gravitas and "woof factor" that Douglas felt gave him the opportunity to bestow his own nickname on his husband, "bearaboo."
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"So, Connie, what’s the latest with Project Watanabe?" Ryan asked as the three of them settled around the table, eager to enjoy the home-cooked meal and catch up on the day’s events.
"Did he take the bait you set the trap with today?" Eleanor gleefully inquired.
"Yes! Yes, he did," Douglas exclaimed, fist bumping his companions across the table. "That dude was one TOUGH nut to crack!"
"I think you’re so lucky you heard him singing in his empty room last week after classes. You needed something to latch onto, seeing all your bro charms weren’t working on him," Ryan chuckled.
"Sam’s the first new teacher I’ve mentored who hasn’t immediately welcomed my efforts to bring him into our Figgleton community," sighed Douglas, "but don’t get
me wrong, he’s an awesome colleague and literature teacher, and planning with him has been a breeze."
"Maybe the vibe at his last school was less collegial, more formal," mused Eleanor.
"Yeah, maybe, but all I really know is that he’s 43, divorced, and has two sons he shares custody of with his ex-wife. And that he knows the lyrics to showtunes."
"And that he can’t take his eyes off of my husband’s recon!" exclaimed Ryan.
"Riiiight! And I told you two that not only does he also wear a coat and tie when teaching, but my bros in his classes tell me when we’re training, that he always mentions how sharp they’re looking on game days when they’re in coat and tie, and how tight they’re looking after recon maintenance afternoons."
"Alright, so he agreed to come to the first meeting of your community theater players tomorrow night, is that what I’m hearing you say?" asked Eleanor.
Douglas was the musical director and co-founder of a local community musical theater company. They had some solid talent, and had won a couple of regional theater awards over the last five years. When he had mentioned this to Sam Watanabe, Sam’s eyes had lit up, and he’d agreed to come to their first meeting, which was also going to be the first round of auditions for the fall musical. What Douglas had not mentioned was the name of the show they were opening their new season with.
"Yup. And I think I’ve just cast our "King of Siam," Douglas said with a sh*t-eating grin.

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