Date: Thu, 19 Oct 2017 14:40:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: Kim Hansen <ringinmine@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ring in Mine: Chapter 40

Ring in Mine
    Kim Terry

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Ring in Mine: Chapter 40

We rode home with Brett and Doc. It really felt like home as we walked
through the front door. Brett took a moment for a hug from each of us. I
was looking forward to a hot shower and clean clothes. Doc reminded us that
it was Sunday and church was in a couple of hours.

Jerry and I only showered. Ok we washed each other but no more than
that. Doc had washed all of Jerry's stuff and his good clothes were hanging
in the closet. As we drove down the street a parked car pulled into traffic
as we passed. Was this one of the good guys or bad. The main weakness of
this plan was that someone had to make an attempt if we wanted the charges
to stick.

Someone had taken it upon themselves to out Jerry and I to the
congregation. As what looked like a kind old lady was informing us of the
evils we were bringing the House of the God, I caught sight of a smug
familiar face.

"Brett, do you know the fellow on the end of the row ahead of us?" I
asked. Just then as if he knew we were looking he turned and chuckled.

"I haven't seen him here before. He must be new." Brett answered.

"I saw him in uniform at the police station last week." I shared. He left
before the meeting ended with one final smirk.

On the way to Sunday School class I had to use the toilet. Brett and Doc
went on ahead to save seats. As Jerry and I came out of the restroom we
were confronted by the leader of the congregation.

"What were the two of you doing in there?" He didn't even give us a chance
to answer. "It has come to my attention that you are the boys that were
taken to cure your homosexuality. It looks like it didn't work."

He looked directly at me. "You have had your membership in this church
revoked. What are you doing here?"

"I am here to worship my God. I did not take the sacrament. I did pray to
my father to forgive those who judge others without knowing the whole
story." As I got my dig in Jerry was trying not to laugh at the indignant
look on his pompous face.

"Leave now. You are not welcome here. I will not have you spreading your
filthy disease to the young men in my care." He was nearly shouting.

"I need to tell Brother Johnson where we're going so he doesn't worry."
Jerry announced.

He grabbed our collars and escorted us to the doors and watched as we
walked to the sidewalk.

I could just imagine what he was going to tell the Johnsons.


The day was warm for the end of February. It's amazing. Forty degrees in
the fall is freezing. After the single digits of winter, forty degrees was
nearly shirt sleeves weather. It was only a four block walk back home. I
had my keys in my pocket. Even though I didn't know where my car was I felt
lost without my keys.

We hadn't walked more than a block when a car pulled up alongside matching
our speed. The dark window lowered. It was the cop from church.

"Looks like you got kicked out of the chapel. Hop in I'll give you a ride
home." He offered.

I remembered seeing Bruce and this officer in conversation at the police
station. For all we knew he was part of either Bruce's scheme or the
reprogrammer's. I felt like the stranger danger they talked about in
elementary school. We started to walk faster. He kept pace with us.

"You know I'm a cop. If you know what's good for you,you'll get in the
car." This guy wasn't catching on. We started to walk just this side of
running. He pulled ahead and started getting out of the car. Jerry and I
took off running in the wrong direction. He got back in the car and made a
u-turn. A black car pulled into the intersection and stopped effectively
blocking his path. He was shouting at the other driver. It was an oriental
gentleman. From the little we overheard as we rounded the corner the driver
of the black car didn't speak English.

Just then a familiar car pulled up to the curb. Doc's face in the
passenger's seat was a welcome sight. We climbed into the backseat.

"When you didn't arrive for class we came looking for you. We were told you
were fooling around in the restroom and bolted out the door when you were
caught." Brett explained.

"I wondered what story he was going to come up with." I explained the
incident from our point of view, especially the part of dragging us to the
door and pushing us out. Brett was obviously not happy.

Brett asked why we hadn't taken the direct route home. If he hadn't seen us
run around the corner he wouldn't have found us that easily. Jerry
explained about the slimy officer from church and the black car that
stopped his pursuit.

At home Brett called Paul about the guy from church.

"Ask him when I can get my car back." I called from the couch. Brett didn't
have a quick answer back so I knew the news wouldn't be good.

"They seem to have lost your car. The police impounded it. It was checked
into the lot and on paper it's still there." This sounded more like Bruce's
way of making me pay for defying him. He couldn't cut off my funds but his
friends could take away my Buick. I fully expected it turn up burned out
somewhere.

After lunch, Jerry and Brett watched basketball while I finished my
homework. It was good to hear Jerry yelling at the referees. For me I made
the mistake of having time to think. I put up such a brave front that I'm
not sure that anyone knew how much I hurt inside. Maybe Doc knew, she
appeared at the bedroom door with a plate of cookies. She sat on the bed
and patted the space next to her. She pulled my head to her chest and I
began to silently cry.

"I see how being rejected by your family is ripping you apart and I feel
like such a hypocrite. This is what I did to Christopher for about the same
reason." Her tears were evident in her voice. "I don't know how you can be
so strong all the time. You are strong for Jerry. You even are strong for
Brett and I."

"Why did they have to take my car? It was Papa's Buick." With everything
going on, being in danger anytime I left the house, it seemed odd that
right now it was the car I was crying about. Just then the doorbell
rang. We had decided that we wouldn't hangout where we were visible from
the street. Jerry met me on the stairs to the basement. We went past the
laundry room and climbed under the stairs. We had created a set of boxes
that could be pulled into the opening after us. We waited for the code
word. We heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Those two have to be here somewhere. What went wrong this morning?"

"I made sure everyone knew they had a sodomite in their midst. Just as
planned they were asked to leave. They wouldn't get into the car. Just when
I thought I had them some stupid tourist got in the way. Why don't they
learn English?"

I heard another set of steps coming down the stairs and they quit talking.

"Good evening officers. I am legal counsel for the Johnson's. May I see the
search warrant. You didn't leave a copy with them." Paul's welcome voice
rang out.

"No need we are leaving." Something about this officer's voice seemed
familiar

"I will need to see it anyway." Paul insisted. After a pause he continued,
"Thank you officers. I will let you be on your way."

It wasn't until the five of us were having a light supper that I connected
the dots.

"Paul, one of the officers sounded a lot like one of the guys that worked
us over last weekend."

"I will have Agent Fairchild look into who had last weekend off."


Jerry followed me into bed as naked as I.

"The bed seems a little empty without Danielle." Jerry noted.

I cuddled up behind Jerry and took his soft dick in my hand and nibbled on
his ear. It only took a couple strokes and he was no longer soft.

"Roll on your back or we are going to be sleeping in cummy sheets." I
instructed my favorite brother.

I started licking his shaft taking extra time running my tongue over the
steel balls on either side of the glans. Jerry was not being quiet as he
encouraged me to greater efforts. I wasn't ready to swallow him so I moved
to his smooth balls. They were getting a little stubbly. It was time for us
to shave again.

I pulled his knees over my shoulders and started licking his hole. He must
have been on a hair trigger I missed his first blast of cum that landed
across his face. The second splashed across mine. I finally latched onto
his spasming hardness swallowing the rest of the load.

Jerry pulled my face up to his. He used his tongue to clean up his cum from
my face. I returned the favor. Oddly little Bob was still soft. I was
content to snuggle up to my brother with my head on his chest listening to
his breathing.


The next morning it was up early to work out. I grabbed really short
unlined nylon shorts and threw a pair to Jerry. Brett came downstairs to
two mostly naked boys bouncing freely in their shorts as they worked
out. Brett ditched his shirt and we began our workout in earnest.

We called it quits and stripped for the shower. Brett seemed reserved
unwilling to initiate any touching.  Jerry and I washed and then took a
razor to each other's balls. There was no reason for last night's
stubble. Brett watched our efforts intently. I carefully took Brett's hand
and placed it on my freshly shaved balls.

"Did I get them smooth enough?" I asked. Brett just nodded.

Jerry took his back and I took his front. It was our regular routine. Wash
down to the waist then from the feet back up. I was eye level with a fully
hard Brett. I reached out and wrapped a soapy hand around his
manhood. Jerry reached between his legs and massaged his balls. I removed
my hand and let the soap rinse down his legs.

I looked up to his eyes and licked my lips. He looked down at me and licked
his. I leaned forward and took the head of his dick between my lips. I was
expecting him to pull back, but hoped we would thrust forward. He stayed
still but put his hands on my head. Taking this as permission I used my
skills and after a couple of attempts I had him down my throat. He pulled
my head closer. My nose was already buried in his curly dark hairs. He
began to shudder as I felt his manhood throb. After the first shot I pulled
back refusing to waste the whole load down my throat without tasting it. I
didn't know until later that Jerry had a well soaped finger massaging his
prostate. I leaned around Brett and share the last of his load with
Jerry. We all turned as we heard Doc clapping.

"That was beautiful. As much as I love you Brett, I never really enjoyed
blow jobs except for how good they made you feel. I will leave that up to
you two now."

Brett still had not said a word.

"Do you still want to Brett?" He nodded his head again. "Go ahead and do
it."

He reached out and took hold of our dicks and pulled us side by side. He
lowered himself to his knees and tentatively reached out and licked first
mine and then Jerry's hard cocks.

After the first touch he was like a kid with a lollipop. Make that two
lollipops of different flavors and not sure which one he likes better. He
switched from one to the other, never taking them very deep but he was
acquainting himself with the wonderful hard yet pliable feel of a velvety
cock head on his tongue. He eventually tried to take more cock then he
could handle and gagged.

"Don't worry about taking them all this first time. Just enjoy how it feels
to have a cock in your mouth." I started beating my meat while he was
paying attention to Jerry. It wasn't long before the hot scene playing out
below my waist came to its forgone conclusion. I blew my load across
Brett's face. He caught the last few volleys in his mouth and he
swallowed. Jerry began to shoot. Brett was covered with cum. We had to
hurry if we were going to make it to school on time. We helped Brett wash
the cum off of him and we all ran upstairs naked and hurriedly dressed.

Doc met us at the door with egg sandwiches, On the way Brett had a question
for Jerry.

"Jerry you've been in my class for a week. Are you enjoying it?" Brett
asked.

Jerry explained that it was more interesting than he ever thought it would
be.

"Professor White and I have been talking. I've already cleared it with
Student Services. If you would like to continue taking the classes we can
get you credit and I know my teaching assistant will help you catch up on
the missing work. The English professor is also agreeable if you finish the
writing assignments that you have missed. That comes up to 12 credits. That
is enough to count as a full load. Your scholarship will pay for your
tuition and you can share books with Bobby." It was like Brett was trying
to get the whole thing said without breathing.

"What about my pre-law degree?"

"We have a good program here. You would do your master's degree at the
UofU. Here you can continue to live with Doc and I. Bobby will be there
too."

As the classes started Jerry wasn't just killing time, he was serious about
his education and took lots of notes. As we were walking across campus to
our last class Jerry was carrying the shared backpack. The sidewalk was
crowded. Jerry saw the silver glint of the knife just before I did. He had
been swinging the backpack back and forth. As the knife shot forward Jerry
brought 30 lbs of books and supplies down on the extending arm.

The knife grazed my leg tearing my pants and the skin beneath.  The knife
fell to the ground. The tip had signs of blood on it. I hoped Jerry broke
the offending limb. It was only a moment later that a guy and girl that
looked like students had the attacker in handcuffs. With the threat
neutralized they looked for the knife. Just then the cop from church walked
up.

"I'm a sheriff's deputy, what's going on here?" He shouted. I didn't have
to say anything. An oriental fellow stepped up behind him gun drawn. Keep
your hands where we can see them. Another pair of handcuffs were
produced. The knife at his belt when pulled from its sheath had wet blood
on the tip.

"That's one of the bad cops. Let's see if we can find the other ones."

The two agents were marching their captives toward the parking lot. The
girl had faded back into the crowd. It had all happened so fast we weren't
even late for class. Happily the scratch had already stopped
bleeding. Class was uneventful. We hung out at the library working on
homework until Brett was ready to go. I really missed my Buick. Brett owned
the car Jerry had been driving. He didn't dare ask for it.

Brett was quiet as we walked to the car. I was afraid we had pushed him too
far this morning. When we arrived at the house the first order of business
was Doc taking care of the deep scratch. With some antiseptic I was
declared ready to go.

A nervous Brett disappeared into the bedroom with Doc. I tried to listen at
the door but they weren't talking loud enough to hear. Finally they came
out. They both had concerned looks on their faces.

"Boys get dressed we are going out." Brett announced. Things were getting
more and more mysterious. When we were seated at the Italian restaurant in
town. Professor White was already at the table.

Nothing was revealed until the orders were taken and the minestrone was
served.

"We have a potential problem, boys." Doc said. "I have a conference I have
to attend."

"The problem is that I learned today that I need to present at a national
librarians convention next weekend." Brett announced. "With everything
going on we don't feel good about leaving you on your own. James has agreed
to stay at the house."

We both liked James. I would feel better not being on our own. I would be
on my own teaching the Friday class. It was a topic I could handle. Doc was
leaving on Tuesday, with Brett leaving on Thursday. James would be driving
us home on Thursday.

Tuesday morning Brett was a reserved in the shower. There was no oral sex
but he had no problems soaping up Jerry and I. We were lucky we were all
right handed as we stood in a triangle working each other's dicks. I came
first and dropped to my knees with giving up my hold on Jerry. First Brett
then Jerry blew their loads all over me. I had to wash my hair again. It
was a great way to start the day.

We all gave doc a hug and a kiss on the cheek as we left. She wouldn't be
home until Sunday night late. Brett's was a bit more than a kiss on the
cheek. There was more than a little groping of his bulge.

The day went well. There were no attempted kidnappings so or stabbings. It
was sort of boring. James' class as always was interesting with new ideas
on how to make a film more attention grabbing. When you only have five
minutes to get your message across you didn't have time for a lot of fluff.

We met Brett for our ride home. Our first stop was the police
station. Agent Fairchild was accompanied by Agent Moore. I almost wanted to
turn around and leave. They had checked work records for the weekend of the
kidnapping. They wanted to do a line up of various officers seeing if I
could recognize any of the voices.

I didn't want to see them, just listen. So I turned around and faced away
from the one way class. The officers thought they were participating in a
planning session for a training dealing with individuals with physical
handicaps. I listened. Every time I heard the voice I recognized. I put a
tally mark on a sheet of paper. Agent Moore was writing down who was
talking at the time.

After half an hour I had identified the same officer 15 times and never
identified anyone else. I then turned around and looked over the
officers. They had turned the volume down so I could look them over without
the influence of sound. They were all facing the window. On one side I
could see the easel the moderator was writing on. I had never seen his
face, so I was looking for basic build and mannerisms. One of the officers
made my blood run cold. They never told me if that was the guy whose voice
I identified. I just wanted to leave.

We stopped at a burger joint for dinner.  I caught a glimpse of the
oriental agent at the restaurant. It was good to know they were still
watching over us. We did homework and then settled in for a movie. The
fireplace was going so it was warm. We watched in wearing shirts and
underwear. Brett put Clockwork Orange into the VHS.

"Doc doesn't like the film so I never get to watch it.' Brett announced.

It was different. As the movie progressed it was almost too warm for the
tshirts. I took mine off first. Jerry and Brett followed suit. Even though
the sex was done on high speed it raised bulges in the thin fabric. There
was a little bulge rubbing going on.

After the movie we headed for bed. Showered and teeth brushed Jerry and I
finally climbed into bed in our usual lack of attire. We were in the middle
of a not so chaste kiss when Brett walked in.

"I don't like sleeping alone. May I bunk up with you?" Brett asked.

"Not wearing your underwear. Strip down and climb in." Jerry offered. He
turned back the covers and offered the center position to our guest.

I was wondering if this was only going to be a sleeping arrangement. I
decided to test the waters. I leaned in and kissed his cheek. He turned his
toward me and I replayed the kiss but on his lips. He was in no hurry to
back off so I ran my tongue over his lips. I slowly slipped my tongue
between them. There was no resistance. Then his tongue touched mine. It
turned into a game of tongue tag. I would touch his tongue with mine and
retreat. His would follow each time a little deeper. It was just getting
really good when we were interrupted.

"Bobby, I know your mother taught you to share." Reluctantly I gave over my
prize to my brother. I kissed and nuzzled Brett's smooth neck. He must have
shaved before coming for bed. The kiss was getting a little noisy but was
drowned out by the moan when I latched onto Brett's nipple.

I eventually returned to the kiss and inserted a third tongue. It was a lot
like the night with Danielle, but with a handsome muscular man
instead. Jerry backed out of the kiss. I thought he would go to Brett's
nipple but he skipped that and went for the main course. Brett gasped into
my mouth as Jerry swallowed him completely. I knelt across Brett's chest
and offered my balls. He first licked and then pulled them into his
mouth. With both in at the same time he massaged them with his tongue.

I felt Jerry rearrange his angle on the bed. He was climbing between
Brett's legs, pushing his knees forward. I knew where Jerry was going. I
wondered how Brett would handle getting his ass eaten. I hoped he wouldn't
bite down when Jerry stuck his tongue into his hole. Instead he spit my
balls out.

"Fuck that feels good." Brett shouted. After a couple of minutes he started
licking behind my balls pushing me forward until he had his tongue on my
ass. He was new at this but like a blow job there is never a bad rimming.

"Let's switch things up." Jerry announced. Jerry pulled Brett to the edge
of the bed exposing Brett's ball and ass. I noticed he grabbed the lube
from the night stand. Brett hadn't resisted yet; I guess we were going to
see how far we were going to get.

I knelt over Brett in the classic 69 position. I took Brett into my mouth
at the same time Jerry's well lubed finger slipped into his ass. I didn't
want Brett to come too early so I moved to his balls. Brett finally
swallowed the dick hanging into his face as Jerry slipped a second finger
in. Jerry was going slow and easy. I knew what he was going to try and knew
Brett was going to need a distraction.

I flipped around kissing Brett while I rubbed my crotch against his. I felt
Jerry's free hand lubing Brett's dick. He then used a finger to work lube
into my hole. When I felt Jerry rub Brett's dick head against my hole I
pushed back letting the head slip past my ring. When I was ready I leaned
down, kissed Brett, and pushed his dick completely into me. I knew from the
way Brett flinched, Jerry had slipped his dick past Brett's ring. If he
were going to complain, he would have to do it past my tongue buried deep
in his mouth.

Finally Brett relaxed. I pulled partly off his dick and buried him deeply
into me again. Jerry and I set a pattern. When I pulled off Jerry pushed in
and vice versa. I moved my mouth to let him breathe. I was afraid he was
going to pass out.

"Fuck that feels good...Fuck...Fuck me!" He cried out. If Doc had been in
the house she would have heard for sure. I'm not sure the neighbors didn't
hear.

I started beating my meat I needed to cum, now! I guess my spasming ass
must have triggered Brett. I could feel him unload deep inside of me. Jerry
was only a minute later. I leaned down and kissed my friend, mentor, father
figure and lover. Jerry came back from the bathroom with a washcloth and
towel. He cleaned up the cum from Brett and I. Then he cleaned his dick. We
were wasted. We rearranged ourselves in bed. Jerry stole a last kiss and
Bretts boys snuggled up on either side.

"Doc knew we would play around while she was gone, but this needs to remain
between us. I'm up for tenure this year. Fucking around with my students
wouldn't help at all."

We promised we wouldn't say anything, especially if we could do it again.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Brett asked.

"Definitely a promise!" Jerry answered and I agreed.

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