Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2017 22:52:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: Kim Hansen <ringinmine@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ring in Mine: Chapter 31

Ring in Mine
    Kim Terry

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Ring in Mine: Chapter 31

I wasn't surprised when I felt a warm body cuddled up behind me. I didn't
even wake up completely. I just snuggled backward.

I woke early in the morning. I guess our workout schedule was now hardwired
into me. Brett was usually gone in the morning. I still had a warm body
snuggled up behind me. I looked down at the arm wrapped across my chest and
it wasn't Brett's dark furry arm. This arm was much more slender and dusted
with light hairs. I followed up the arm until I reached the bicep and there
was the forever brothers tattoo. What was Jerry doing in my bed? I tried to
get away but the arm held me tighter.

"I am not letting you out of this bed until I explain some things." I
decided I could listen to him before I punched his lights out.

"Dad called me at my apartment and told me you might be in danger. It was
important that we find you and get you home where he could protect you. I
didn't know that it was him you needed protecting from. I thought I was
helping you when I told dad where you were." I could feel Jerry sobbing as
well as hearing the quiver in his voice.

"You didn't turn me gay. I was gay in high school. I heard that Foster was
bragging about beating you up. You just went to the wrong member of the
swim team. There are three swimmers I have been very close to." Jerry
release his hold a little. When I didn't pull away he relaxed.

"I told uncle Brent which of my friends Foster had talked to. They are
willing to testify. Brent included me in the restraining order against our
parents. He is afraid they are going to try and get us rehabilitated."
Jerry shuddered again.

"You drove up all on your own?" I asked.

"Papa and Leroy are in the guest room. They heard Dad and your mom talking
about the Buick. I drove it here and I will ride back with them. It's your
car. You should have it." Jerry voice became very quiet. "Are we still
brothers forever?"

"Did you say brothers or lovers?" I asked as I carefully rolled over and
kissed my best friend. He kissed back.

We joined Brett in the workout room.

"I'm glad you are back together. Bobby has been calling out your name all
week in his sleep." Brett announced as he removed his shirt. Jerry and I
followed suit.

Brett and Jerry were working on heavy weights. I was using light weights
building my left arm up carefully. Both Brett and Jerry were going commando
under their shorts. I caught them often checking out the growing bulges in
their workout partner. Everyone was tired after an hour.

Jerry lifted up his arm and sniffed. "I need a shower."

"Jerry, we shower down here." I said pointing to the open shower area. He
dropped his shorts and began adjusting the water. Brett caught sight of the
steel balls on either side of his dick head.

"Brett can you help me out of my shorts." I was still being careful of my
balls. The swelling had gone down but they were still tender. Brett turned
to head up the stairs. I hooked my right index finger in the waistband of
his shorts.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked.

"I thought..."

I interrupted him and told him to get in the shower. He had wanted to know
about male sex, showering with two young guys might just answer his
questions. As he stepped out of his shorts he seemed reluctant but his dick
said otherwise.

Jerry called out, "Rock Paper Scissors" Brett lost.

"Bobby says you have lots of questions about gay guys."

Jerry scrubbed Brett's hairy chest while I soaped up his back. Brett rinsed
and turned his back to the shower head and we each started with a foot and
washed upwards. I had never seen Brett drooling precum before. Jerry
reached out with his tongue and caught the ribbon hanging from Brett's dick
head.

"Bobby you've got to taste this. He's delicious." Brett seemed alright with
it but there wasn't any hanging down so I swiped my tongue across the head
of Brett's dick gathering the pool sitting there. My mentor shuddered. I
was expecting him to turn and run screaming from the shower, but he didn't.

"It does taste pretty good." I noted giving Brett a thumbs up.

Jerry took his soapy hand and washed Brett's dick, balls and that sensitive
area just behind the balls while I washed his ass paying special attention
to his hole.

After another round of Rock Paper Scissors, I was next. Jerry chose to wash
my back leaving my front for Brett. I looked squarely into his eyes as he
ran his hands over my smooth chest. Having two guys paying close attention
to my body was feeling really good and little Bobby was showing his
appreciation. As the water ran down my back they each took a leg. I'm not
usually a drooler but today was an exception. Jerry caught the ribbon on
his tongue and offered the rest to Brett. He was hesitant but as a new
ribbon formed he caught it without having to lick my dick.

"It has an interesting flavor. I'm not sure if I like it or not." Brett
offered.

"Look up at Bobby." I had my eyes closed and my head leaning back in
pleasure. "Can you see how good we are making him feel?" Brett nodded.

"I bet it's the same with you and Doc. You enjoy it, but she is enjoying it
just as much if not more. That's what makes it special. If all you are
doing is getting yourself off, you're missing the best parts."

Jerry then got a close up look and my mangled genitals. They had stitched
the head back together and repaired the piercing hole. It didn't look bad,
but it just didn't look right.

"Poor little Bobby." Jerry kissed the end of my dick and then pulled the
head into his mouth. He pulled off when I cringed.

"Sorry, it's sort of sore still." I apologized. I felt like a freak. What
was he going to say when he found out I was a one ball wonder. Maybe he
wouldn't notice.

Jerry reached out to wash my balls. I tried not to flinch. He weighed first
one and then the other. There was a puzzled look in his eyes.

"Jerry, they had to remove part of the right one and they took all of the
left one." Jerry gave the left one a squeeze. It didn't feel quite the
same. Jerry got Brett to feel the difference between the two. It wasn't
hurting as bad as I thought it was going to.

Then it was Jerry's turn. Jerry faced Brett as we started sudsing Jerry's
body. As Brett neared Jerry's equipment Brett seemed to change his mind and
pulled back. Jerry took Brett's hands in his and placed them on his
package. He was mesmerized by how Jerry's ball sack felt in his hands. He
ran them up and down Jerry's shaft.

As we started with the feet, Brett seemed to have eyes only for Jerry's
dick . Jerry was also dripping. Brett reached out with his tongue and
swiped it across Jerry's dick. Then it was my turn. Brett asked what it was
like when guys sucked each other. I pulled Jerry's dick all the way into my
mouth. It took a couple of tries but I soon had my nose buried the the
trimmed hairs above his dick. Brett was still on his knees watching every
stroke. He gasped when I pulled both of Jerry's balls into my mouth.  "Soap
up your finger and put it in his ass. Feel for a little lump and rub it." I
instructed. Brett took a moment to process and followed instructions. I had
Jerry's dick buried down my throat before he found Jerry's
prostate. Jerry's response was electric.

"Fuck! You...found it." Jerry stuttered.

I wanted Brett to see Jerry cum, so as I felt his balls pull up I switched
to beating him off. Brett's eyes never veered until he followed the first
blast of cum to my face. After three good shots I sucked the rest onto my
tongue. When Jerry finally reached the point of over sensitivity he pulled
his now soft dick out of my mouth. He pulled me onto my feet. I showed
Brett the pool of cum on my tongue which I then shared with my brother in a
passionate kiss. Brett scooped some of the cum off my face and stuck the
finger in his mouth.

"How does it taste?" Jerry asked. Brett just nodded his head. With towels
wrapped around our waists we headed up stairs.

Dressed and fed, Papa and Leroy joined us when we met with Brent and his
partner Frank. They owned their practice and shared more than the
house. This was why Brent rarely attended family events. Brent handed us
copies of the separate restraining orders.

"Bruce claims he didn't mean what he said in the park. Until Bruce settles
down I don't want him or Jan near either of you. I don't want either of you
to go anywhere alone. I haven't heard anything from Bruce but Jan has found
a place in Idaho that says they can reprogram homosexuals. Most people in
the program aren't there by choice. Be sure the people around know to call
the police if anything happens and mention the restraining order." Brent
explained.

Doc had rounds in the afternoon. Bruce took Papa and Leroy around the
campus. Brent, Frank, Jerry and I went to visit Brad and Sue. I knew Brad
knew about Brent and his partner. I wonder if Brent knew of Brad's
versatility. What Brent did know about was Brad's sterility. Sue announced
her pregnancy.

"Little brother did you check out the donor for health concerns and have
covered yourself legally?" Brent asked.

"The donor is very healthy and comes from a good genetic background. He
looks almost like Brad's little brother. We have an understanding." Brad
explained.

Frank noticed Sue's sideward glances my direction. I was sitting near
Brad. I could feel his eyes making comparisons. I think he had figured it
out. I nodded my head and he understood. None of this silent conversation
was missed by Jerry. Jerry has often let his mouth work faster than his
brain.

"I bet the baby looks just like family. Don't you think so Bobby. I bet the
donor would be willing to baby sit. Right Bobby." Jerry taunted.

"What are you inferring Jerry?" I asked.

"Aren't you afraid it will be born with three arms?"

"Cut it out Jerry. Sue and I aren't blood related." Then I realized what I
had just admitted.

"We didn't know Bobby was my nephew when we asked him. He just looked so
much like me that we were sure the baby would look like family." Brad
announced.

"Bobby what's it like being an expectant father?" Jerry asked. He wasn't
going to let this go.

"Brad is an expectant father. I am just an excited cousin and that's the
way it is going to be. I did this for a friend with no personal
expectations. If they asked me again I would offer the sperm from my one
possibly working ball again." Sue looked really concerned.

"I asked the wrong friend if I could crash on his floor. One ball was
damaged the other was unsaveable. We won't know for a while about my sperm
count." I managed that without falling apart. "I think I miss the ring that
got ripped out more than my testicle." Brad's face paled as his hand moved
to his stuff.

"Has Bobby pierced everyone but me?" Jerry taunted.

"You had a stranger put a needle all the way through your dick head." I
answered back. Now it was Frank that looked a little pale.

"Who's up for a little show and tell?" Sue asked laughing. The Jerry stood
up and started lowering his zipper. Everyone was watching not sure of what
to say.

"Jerry sit down." Brent was not amused.

Jerry wanted to see some of the campus. Brent wanted to talk with Brad and
Sue about the baby. Frank offered to act as chaperone and body guard.

Our first stop was the bookstore. I offered to buy Jerry a USU t shirt. He
said he already had enough rags to wash his car with. I justifiably punched
him in the shoulder. He looked at my arm back in its air cast and sling and
took pity on me and didn't return the punch. It was a short walk from the
student union and the dairy science building. No visit to campus was
complete without an ice cream cone from the dairy. Even though there was
snow on the ground we were not the only fools to be eating ice cream
walking across the quad.

"Maybe Brent has gotten me a little paranoid, but I think those two guys
are following us." I turned around but there was no one there. Jerry had
seen two guys get out of their car not long after we did. They had entered
the student union and stopped at the snack shop. He next saw them as we
entered the dairy building. They were there when we came out.

We waited just out of sight inside the library. The two guys didn't make an
appearance. We stopped at the front desk. Gary, one of the guys in the
media class I was TA for was working.

"Hi Bobby. I read about your latest escapade in the student paper. Is it
true you only have one ball?"

I didn't want to believe the had stooped so low as to tell the world about
my missing ball.

"I'd be jumping at shadows if I were you." Gary pointed at a guy at the
card catalog. "What about that guy. He came in just a moment ago and looked
our direction."

Jerry looked at the guy carefully. He was writing in a note pad as he
looked at cards. "He's not one of them."

"Gary, may I borrow the key to the fourth floor conference room?" I asked.

"That will be ten dollars a night and you have to change your own linen."
Gary chuckled.

"Very funny. Is there a weekly discount?" I think I needed to read this
article in the student news.

There was no sign of my living in the conference room. Jerry crawled under
the table.

"It's not so bad under here." Jerry quipped.

We locked the room behind us. Back on the main floor we turned the key in
and switched to the classroom annex. Jerry pointed out the guy from the
card catalogue sitting in a comfortable chair reading just inside the
library complex.

"See he didn't follow us around." Frank noted.

"He wouldn't have to. This is the only way in or out of the library without
setting off an alarm." I explained.

Upstairs I showed them where I used to work and the media lab I spent a lot
of time working with students now. It was getting late and everyone but me
was on a schedule. Jerry needed to ride home with Brent and Frank. Papa and
Leroy had left earlier in the day after Brent offered to drive Jerry home.

As we were about three steps from the bottom the guy from the card
catalogue came barreling down the stairs behind us. In passing he knocked
Jerry down. The guy went straight out of the building without stopping to
check on Jerry. Jerry seemed to alright but he had turned his ankle. It was
painful to walk on.

"You two stay here inside and I will go get the car." Frank offered. There
was a drop off lane not far from the library entrance. It would be easier
on Jerry than trying to walk across half of the campus.

Frank had been gone about five minutes when a very pretty girl tripped on
the library steps and dropped all of her stuff. Jerry hobbled out of the
building to help and I followed. I heard someone behind us. There was the
guy from the library with two others. They grabbed us from behind and held
cloths over our mouths. Then everything went black. My last thought was I'm
going to wake up in the hospital again.

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