Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2017 17:03:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: Kim Hansen <ringinmine@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ring in Mine: Chapter 43

Ring in Mine
    Kim Terry

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Ring in Mine: Chapter 43

With fun plans made for Friday, I spent the day jumping at shadows. I was
sure something awful was going to happen. We were taking a shortcut across
the student union parking lot. A blue van stopped right in front of us. My
heart began pounding. I was hyperventilating. The world began spinning
around us. Danielle took one arm; Jerry took the other. Together we cut
between two cars and walked down the next aisle.The blue van was just
waiting for a car pulling out. It took a while for me to get things under
control, sort of. I was walking the edge of an of emotional cliff just
waiting for a misstep that would send me over into the depths of complete
breakdown.

We hadn't made it ten steps out of the parking lot when two local sheriff's
deputies walked toward us on the sidewalk. The anxiety attack this time was
more severe. My world spun out of control.

I opened my eyes to a uniformed officer leaning over me.

"Leave me alone. I'm fine. Just go away." I was told later I was completely
hysterical.

"Officer, Bobby was stabbed by a sheriff's deputy not long ago. He was
abused by an officer and he is not really pleased with his biological
father who is a cop." I heard Jerry explain. I had closed my eyes hoping
they would go away.

"Oh, he's Bruce Milliman's gay kid." The officer said in response.

"Look at us closely." Jerry retorted. "We are identical twins. That's my
brother. The fact that dad can't accept one or two gay son's is his
problem." Professor White had joined the group.

"Professor, would you help me get Bobby into the library. He can rest in
your office." Jerry took control of the situation.

"We should have a paramedic check him out." The officer insisted.

Jerry took one arm; James took the other. Danielle grabbed my backpack and
we walked into the library. Brett ran into us in the hall.

"What happened to Bobby?" He asked as he situated me on the couch he in his
office. Jerry explained about the van and the police. It demonstrated to
everyone involved I wasn't doing as well as I made people believe.

They left Danielle to watch over me as they set up for class. I woke just
in time to make it to class. I felt better. Not good, but better. I wasn't
going to let my emotions shut me down. I worked extra hard to appear
normal, but that fell apart when I heard a familiar voice at the door.

"Officer may I help you?" Brett asked.

"I'm checking up on an incident involving Bobby Jones this morning."

Brett turned to look around the room. I knew he would not find me locked in
the supplies closet. It was a tight fit, but I had been in the closet
before and I wasn't coming out now.

"Bobby must have stepped out." Brett answered. He hasn't been feeling well
today.

"Does anyone know where I will find him?" The voice asked. There wasn't a
sound. "I'll just wait in the hall for him."

"He said something about going to student medical. He was really
dizzy. Jerry went with him."

I had been standing by Jerry when I panicked and hid. He must have found
his own hidey hole. No one was going out of their way to help this
deputy. The sheriff's office was well known for harassing students.

"I'll check with student services." He announced. I wasn't leaving my dark
safe place.  Class continued without us.

"He just left the building," Danielle announced before I opened the door. I
was embarrassed.

"I didn't think I would have to come out of the closet twice." Most of the
student body thought I was gay. The school newspaper had made that pretty
clear. "Thank you for covering for me everyone. He sounded like one of the
guys that kidnapped Jerry and me. I panicked. Thanks again."

I must have been liked by the class. They accepted my explanation and Jerry
and I received many `I'll watch your back' type comments.

Jerry and I drove home and grabbed lots of pillows. Doc provided a heavy
quilt and a lighter blanket. We stopped by the pizza place and grabbed two
of the specials and some liters of pop.

Danielle was practically waiting at the curb. We pulled up and she was
heading for the car before I could get out. I put her in the front seat and
climbed in the back. She had more pillows and a huge bag of popcorn. We
settled in early to have a good spot. By the time the movie started the
place was packed. One of the girls from Brett's class had been stood up by
her date. We had a king sized quilt and invited her to join us. Parties are
more fun with friends.

The lights dimmed and the opening sequence of Dr. No began. During the the
wait we had decided that every time James Bond kissed on the screen someone
on your blanket had to kiss. We weren't very far into to the movie before
James had his lips locked on a beautiful woman. Jerry leaned over and
kissed Danielle on the lips. After about the fourth kiss Sarah asked what
was going on with all the kissing. Danielle explained the rules. She
thought it sounded like a great game.

There was a no smoking policy on campus. That didn't stop students from
lighting up their marijuana. The smoke wasn't thick but after the second
movie, From Russia with Love, we weren't high but there was a bit of a buzz
going on. Sarah was an active participant in the kissing game. I wasn't
sure that Jerry and Sarah didn't have something going on under the blanket.

By the end of the second movie, being tired and with a bit of the buzz,
Danielle suggested the next kiss should be me and Jerry. Jerry agreed if
the one after that would be the girls.

Jerry must have been feeling relaxed. The kiss on screen was mild compared
to Jerry's tongue in my mouth. I don't think the girls were even trying to
watch the screen. As the girls kissed I know I didn't care about James Bond
getting off. Then it was two girls and one guy kissing. That was fun, but
it wasn't as fun as Jerry and I kissing one of the girls.

Turns out we had an audience. The next time the girls were kissing Jerry, I
felt a tap on my shoulder. The good looking guy on the next quilt leaned
into me. As we kissed he filled my mouth with the marijuana smoke he had
inhaled just before. I wasn't going to jump him but the kissing was
nice. He took turns kissing whoever was the odd man out, each getting a
dose of the exhaled smoke.

We noticed by the end of the third movie the kissing game had spread.  Here
and there things had moved past kissing. Occasionally a head would
disappear under a blanket. It was Sarah that put her head under the blanket
first. Jerry's mind was anywhere except it wasn't a good idea to have oral
sex with a new piercing. As Jerry stiffened and relaxed Sarah reappeared
during a particularly dark sequence. Danielle was next as she first
unzipped my pants and pulled little Bob out. It wasn't long before not so
little Bob was having a good time.

I was trying to figure out how I was going to return the favor. During the
next dark scene Sarah disappeared again. Danielle had to bite on a pillow
from shouting out. I guess I needed to take lessons from Sarah. As the
closing credits rolled across the screen Sarah reappeared. The lights came
on between each film while they threaded the next film. I had to head for
the restroom.

There was a line at the closest two restrooms. I went up to the second
floor way at the back. The restroom was unusually dark. All but a few of
the bulbs had been loosened just enough to be off. I was walking past a
stall toward the urinals when I was bodily pushed into the stall. I was
about to panic when I was turned around by the guy on the next quilt. He
pushed me on the seat as I hurriedly pulled out his cock. He held my legs
up so they wouldn't be visible. I swallowed his huge cock as best I
could. The obvious sounds of cocks being sucked echoed through the room.

At the first sound of someone taking a dick up their ass, my current
partner stood me up and bent me over. His tongue on my ass was heavenly. I
found myself pushing back into that invading tongue. When I was plenty wet
I saw a condom wrapper fall to the floor, followed by his dick pushing at
my back door. I pushed back and it slid to the hilt. He was fucking hard
and fast. He was hitting that special spot every time. I think my eyes were
rolled up into my head.

I was leaking like a bad faucet. Then the faucet burst. He held his hand
catching as much of my load he could. He moved it to my mouth where I
licked his hand clean. He started thrusting faster and deeper. I could feel
his orgasm throughout his body as it pressed against mine. I turned around
in time to see him empty the condom on his tongue.

"Waste not want not, my mother always said." He pulled up his pants leaving
me to put myself together. I was not the only student walking funny back to
the ballroom.

I have to admit that I fell asleep during the last film. There was a
pancake breakfast for anyone who stayed the whole night. It wasn't fancy
but it was free. Sarah had been dropped off by a friend. We offered to take
her home. Jerry must have been really tired. We pulled into the driveway
realizing we still had the girls. We quietly slipped into the house. We
kicked our shoes off, pulled the blackout curtains and we all fell into bed
dressed.

About two in the afternoon Danielle stirred. Somehow she was tied into a
knot with three other bodies. She failed to extricate herself without
waking everyone. She was first in the bathroom. Doc and Brett had left a
note saying they were gone for the day.

Jerry announced. "I need a shower." Everyone thought it sounded like a good
idea.

"We can all share a shower in the big stall downstairs or take turns
upstairs." I offered. There was an unheard conversation between the two
girls.

"How do we get to the basement?" Sarah asked.

We were all wearing jeans and t shirts. When everyone was naked I threw
everything in the wash in cold water.

The girls had already started washing Jerry by the time I joined the
group. Sarah gasped when she saw the crisscross of scars. I regretted the
shower idea. After yesterday's crisis the lie was very thin. I grabbed a
towel and got out without washing. Not a word was said as I retreated to my
bedroom. I pulled on sweats to cover my ugly scars.

Danielle didn't have the option of dressing. She appeared at my door
wrapped in a towel.

"Sarah is feeling really bad. It is shocking the first time you see them."
Danielle was trying to reassure me. She convinced me to return to the
basement. I wasn't willing to take off my clothes. I moved the clothes from
the washer to the dryer.

Jerry must have told Sarah the story behind my scars. Now it was all poor
Bobby. I hated that more than the ugly troll response.

"If all we can talk about is poor Bobby, I'll just go back upstairs." I
announced.

"Bobby, please take your shirt off. Once you get a chance to look at them
they aren't so bad." Jerry suggested. I wasn't thrilled but I
complied. Danielle took Sarah's hand and placed it on my chest. She traced
the lines with her fingers as so many had done before.

Jerry brought up the games we had played last night in the ballroom.

"Sarah you had Daniele totally out of control. What's your secret?" Leave
it to Jerry to bring up sex. Sarah told of growing up with her sister
having sex on a regular basis. No one knew what pleased a woman like
another woman.

"If Danielle is willing I could show you some of the tricks I've learned."

I soon found my tongue buried deep in Danielle under Sarah's carefully
tutelage. Jerry took his turn. Sarah then announced we just needed
practice. She lay on the second workout bench and Jerry started working
out. The lesson must have helped. The girls were working toward their third
climax when there was some throat clearing at the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm not sure that was the kind of workout the room was designed for."
Brett had come home early.

"I didn't know you lived with Professor Johnson. I think he's hot. I'd be
willing to teach him any day." Sarah announced.

"They also live with Mrs. Johnson." Doc appeared behind her husband. Just
then the dryer stopped. I got out the clothes and everyone claimed theirs.


Doc had spaghetti and breadsticks started by the time we arrived
upstairs. She invited the girls for dinner. Sitting around the table no
mention was made about the scene in the basement until Danielle brought it
up. Danielle explained that Sarah was teaching Jerry and I techniques for
pleasuring women from a woman's point of view.

"Practice makes perfect, my coach always said." I offered. Doc broke out
laughing.

"Maybe I should have Sarah give Brett some pointers." Doc was still
laughing.

"If it will help give you more pleasure I'm up for it." Brett answered
somewhat more seriously.

"Will this be a group tutoring session?" I asked. "I could use more
practice."

"I'm not sure about that." Doc answered. From the thoughtful look on her
face she might have been considering it. Were we leading my parents right
to the doors of hell? I guess it would matter who you asked.

The girls chose to stay the night. Rather than sleep fully dressed everyone
stripped down to their underwear. When sounds began coming from the next
bedroom, Sarah got out of bed.

"If I'm not back in ten minutes come in and save me." Sarah stated. She
disappeared into the hall.

She wasn't back in ten minutes. Sarah had left the door open. Brett was
down on his knees watching as Sarah was face first buried in Doc. Doc was
getting quite loud.

"Now use your tongue like that." Brett took over.

"That's not quite the same." Doc exclaimed.

"Just a little higher, more like an ice cream than a lollipop." Sarah
instructed. "That's still not right. Bobby come show him how."

Brett gave up his place. I explained the process from a guy's point of
view. As I demonstrated Doc started her moaning again.

"That's; it don't stop." Doc shouted. I was treated to a fresh crop of
Doc's juices. She tasted pretty good. I didn't want to give up my place but
it was Brett's lesson.

"Try it like that." I suggested. Brett had Doc panting in moments. "That's
almost the way it's done. Try it on Sarah. She could tell how you need to
change." Brett knelt between Sarah's legs. She gave him hints. I took over
from Brett. We didn't need to give Doc a chance to really think about what
was happening.

Sarah and Doc lay side by side both in ecstasy. Sarah leaned other and
pressed her lips to Docs. Doc returned the kiss.

"I've got a real treat for you. Danielle, bring that cunt up here." Sarah
was the ringmaster and we followed her cues. She knelt over Sarah, who
buried her tongue inside Danielle. Soon all three women were climaxing. I
had Jerry take over for me. He didn't miss any of the tricks Sarah had
taught. Danielle knelt over Doc who tentatively swiped her tongue over
Danielle's womanhood. It must not have tasted too bad for her. She became
less tentative.

I had a new target for my tongue. Brett and Jerry were on their knees;
their asses just ripe for my tongue. I knelt behind Brett and ran my tongue
over his freshly showered hole. The new sensations were taking over his
mind and body. He stopped his own efforts.

"Don't you dare stop." Sarah commanded. Brett reapplied his new skills even
with my distractions. His hole was soon trying to grab my tongue and draw
it in. His hardon was leaking ropes of clear fluid. I gathered it in my
hand and used it as lube to massage his dick.

I gave Brett a break when Jerry yelled. "Eat me Bobby." Who was I not to
listen to my brother. Eating ass really doesn't do a lot for me, but the
pleasure it gives my partner is plenty of satisfaction. Danielle had moved
back to Sarah.

"Somebody fuck me!" Doc demanded. Jerry stepped up to the challenge even
with the new piercing. Brett slid his rampant meat into Sarah. Not to be
left out Danielle presented herself for my manhood.

Sarah was shouting out how Brett could make each thrust count. We all were
trying to follow her advice. Brett was the first to blow his load, with
Jerry not far behind. Danielle was still coming when I filled her with my
little guys. I'm glad they had a king bed. I wish I had a picture of our
six naked bodies tangled together.

I was on an outer edge. Which made getting out to go to the bathroom
easier. I remembered the Polaroid camera in Brett's studio. I took shots
from three angles. I wonder if Todd could paint me in.

I retired to Jerry's room. By morning my age group had joined me. From the
sounds next door Brett was practicing his newly refined skills. Standing at
the toilet I realized one of the reasons to hold off on sex after a
piercing. Little Bob glowed red and was swollen. All that banging around
last night had left its mark. I knew it would take a few days but it would
go back down.

I made my way to the kitchen. Looking through the fridge and pantry I made
my selections and started breakfast. As the smell of my mother's biscuits
Sarah entered the kitchen.

"Oh poor baby. She got on her knees and kissed little Bob. You must have
had a rough night." Sarah crooned holding my battered meat.

"It wasn't so bad." I answered.

"I wasn't talking to you." She said looking up at me. I knew where I
stood. I was just the guy that carried Little Bob around all day. It was
then I finally realized I must not have been as awake as I thought I
was. Sarah was dressed, but I wasn't."

"So we have a naked chef today." Doc said as she entered the kitchen. It
was too late now, I started cooking the sausage and a grease splatter got
me. Doc handed me an apron. "We can't have you burning something
important."

By the time biscuits, sausage gravy and scrambled eggs were on the table
the rest of the crew had arrived. Jerry was in boxers and a t shirt.

"There is a dark curly hair in the gravy." Brett joked.

I pulled the apron aside. "It must be one of yours or the girls, I don't
have any dark curly hair."

They waited until I grabbed a shirt and shorts before they prayed and
devoured breakfast. There wasn't a drop of gravy left. There were no
biscuits left to soak it up anyway.

The girls needed to get home. We all had homework and Danielle had promised
to attend a friend's church with them. Dressed and ready to go we dropped
first Sarah and then Danielle. There was a bit of kissing on each
doorstep. When we got home instead of opening the front door I looked at
Jerry.

"Thanks for the ride you handsome hunk. Everyone else got a kiss when you
dropped them off. Where's mine?" Jerry laughed and gave me a chaste kiss on
the cheek.

Doc convinced us to try church again. We drove separately. The four of us
walked in together for the main meeting. Between meetings Brett walked us
out to our car. Doc followed before we had driven away.

"That bloody bitch had the audacity to condemn me for letting gay guys have
sex in my house." Doc fumed. "I probably shouldn't have said what I did."

It took some convincing before Doc would share her comeback.

"I said, `Gay sex? From the headboard banging and the cries of passion
their girlfriends made all night, I don't think they would have enough
energy for gay sex."

"You let them have sex in your house?"

"Is that worse than your daughter getting knocked up under the bleachers at
the high school? At least at home they were safe. They have to buy the
extra large condoms though."

Doc told us the backstory later. It was one of those things that everyone
knew, but out of courtesy no one mentioned. It had the desired
effect. Between the extra big rubbers and the discomfiture of the accuser,
the subject changed.

"Boys I want you to come back in and swagger a bit like you had your face
in a pussy all weekend. You should be able to pull that off, since it's
true." Doc chuckled. "Before you get out of the car, pull your penises
through the flys in your briefs. It will accentuate your size."

As we entered the classroom, the word must have gotten out. There were a
lot of eyes glued below our waists. Our cocks were clearly visible through
the thin fabric of our slacks. I checked out Jerry. If you knew what you
were looking at, the rings were also prominently displayed.

I stopped in the restroom for a moment to pee. To eliminate the chance of
being accused of getting it on with each other, Jerry waited outside the
door.

I wasn't alone in the bathroom. A kid about my age stood at the urinal next
to me. He kept looking at me when he thought I wasn't looking.

"It's so cool your parents let you have your girl overnight. My bed would
be so much more comfortable than the backseat." He was still looking
down. "Are you really that big?" He asked.

"I have to tell you I am a grower not a shower." I stepped back. Looking
down I was significantly bigger than him. I knew what he was now looking
at. "No it didn't really hurt and they send the girls out of this world
when you slide it in them."

I could see his hands twitch. I knew what he wanted. "Go ahead."

He reached out and touched the ring. Using the ring, he turned my dick
around so he could see where all the piercings were.

"If you keep playing with it I'm going to cream all over the place." My
cock was showing some growth. We heard the outer door open and we
separated. I zipped up. Jerry walked in.

"We're going to be late." Jerry reminded us.

"Do you think we could talk after." He asked. He seemed like a nice guy and
had ridden with his parents.

"Meet us in front of the church. I'll drive you home." Jerry offered. As we
walked to class Jerry had a question. "What was that all about?" I told
Jerry about our conversation.

"Are you bringing another gay conquest home?" I explained that he was
straight. He had talked about doing it in the backseat of his parents car..

"I'm not sure how much that counts for, you eat a lot of both." Jerry said
shaking his head.

After the meetings our new friend was waiting in front of the church. Jerry
stopped and he jumped into the backseat.

"By the way my name is Harold. Please don't call me Harry. My friends call
me Skip, because I asked them to skip the Harry." He introduced himself.

"What's wrong with Harry." I asked. Skip undid his shirt and the top few
buttons of his shirt revealing thick dark hair. Little Bob started
demanding attention. I had never done a really hairy young guy. Jerry
looked in the rear view mirror then at my lap and shook his head.

Rather than drive around using gas, we just went to our house. The Johnsons
hadn't made it home yet. There wasn't really any place to hang out in the
bedroom. There was a couch, a couple of beanbags and a tv downstairs, so we
headed there. Skip was three years older but only a year ahead of us in
college and a music major. He had spent two years in church service back
east.

"This is a great setup." Skip noted looking at the workout area.

"Do your want to work out?" I offered hoping I would get a chance to see
more of his hairy body. He nodded. I ran upstairs and grabbed three pair of
shorts. They were elastic waisted; they should fit. I tossed Jerry and Skip
a pair and began to carefully remove and layout my church clothes.

"Before you gasp or say poor thing, I have scars from a beating at
Christmas." Skip watched as I revealed a little skin. Jerry wasn't far
behind.

"You both have a ring in your dicks. What holds the balls on the side?"
Skip asked. He held his crotch at the thought of a steel bar right through
the head.

"Are you just going to watch or get changed?" Jerry asked as he pulled on
his thin nylon shorts. I had grabbed the short unlined ones. Skip
unbuttoned his white shirt.

"Let me help with your undershirt." I reached for the hem without waiting
for permission. Jerry just shook his head. I was obviously chubbing up in
my shorts.

Skip's pelt began in the circle he shaved around his neck. It was for the
most part solid down to his waist, except for two dark circles around
delicious looking nipples. They were big enough to really get into, none of
this flat nipple stuff. The hair was not as thick on his arms and legs. He
really needed a public trim and scrotum shave to be absolutely perfect. It
seemed a shame to cover it up with shorts, even shorts as revealing as I
provided. We were just getting into our workout when Doc appeared on the
stairs.

"Boys, dinner in 10 minutes." She looked around. "Hello Harold. I remember
when you were 17 and asked when you would grow chest hair like your
dad. Looks like it happened." Doc offered dinner. Harold called home and
told his parents he was having dinner with some friends.

We carried our clothes upstairs and pulled on t shirts. Doc had a rule that
except for breakfast there was no bare chests at the table.

Doc had put a roast and vegetables in a crockpot early in the morning. She
had baked some pop'in fresh rolls, the kind from the cardboard tube. Doc
had plenty of questions for Harold about his siblings and family. Doc had
been their pediatrician from the oldest to the youngest.

When dinner was over the three of us loaded the dishwasher and straightened
the kitchen. Jerry and Skip went back downstairs. I hunted through my room
until I found a manila envelope. I nonchalantly left it on a table. We
finished our workout. Skip's dick peaked out of his shorts many
times. Jerry and mine were playing peek-a-boo too. I know Skip knew he was
hanging out. I saw him more than once look down. I swear he adjusted his
package more than once to reveal a little more.

I reached down a couple of times tugging on the ring. At those times his
eyes were glued to the show. While Jerry was on the elliptical Skip didn't
miss a moment of the show Jerry was putting on, his commando dick swaying
side to side. We finished our workout.

"I'm ready for a shower." I announced as I dropped my shorts and adjusted
the water temperature.

"Sounds like a good idea." Jerry dropped his shorts and stepped under the
water. "Are you going to join us. It's no different than showering in gym
class."

Skip seemed reluctant yet willing. I started washing Jerry's back Skip made
up his mind and stepped into the shower. I handed Skip the soap and left
Jerry's back in his hands. I moved my hands to the hair covered back in
front of me. He was more hairy than Brett. I'm pretty sure I was running my
hands through those luxurious short curls more than washing his back.

My dick was rock hard and little Bob was doing my thinking. Jerry turned
around and presented his front. Skip didn't miss a beat. His hands moved to
Jerry's chest. I reached under Skip's arms and ran my soapy hands across
his chest tweaking his nipples which were firm and hard. Skip pressed back
into me, my dick settling between his ass cheeks.

"Turn around." Jerry instructed. Jerry took my position pressed against
Skip's back. "Are you sure about this?" Jerry softly asked. Skip
nodded. "Then go for it."

He looked me squarely in my eyes as he reached down and took my dick in his
hands.

"Do you like that?" Skip nodded. ""You've done this before?" Skip
nodded. "You're afraid?" Skip nodded. "Anything that happens here is just
between us." Skip nodded.

I put my hands behind his head and pulled him into a kiss. I don't think he
had kissed much beyond a simple peck. He seemed surprised when I ran my
tongue across his lips. It took some convincing to slip into his mouth. My
tongue running across his sent shivers through his body. Jerry playing with
his nipples didn't help his composure.

"We need to make a change or two. Are you up for it?" Skip nodded. I
grabbed the scissors and razor I had brought down with the envelope. I
knelt down and began trimming the hair around his dick until instead of a
giant bush it was the same length as the hair on his chest and stomach. It
looked so much bigger not buried in that unruly bush. I ran the razor over
his cock and balls clearing away the hair. The end result was a clear
circle of skin with a delicious smooth dick and balls.

It was so hot. I leaned forward and slid his hardness between my lips. It
wasn't as big as Jerry's but it fit nice in my mouth. I suckled first
around the head, playing with the sensitive spot just behind the
head. Jerry was keeping Skip from toppling over on sensory overload. When I
first buried my nose in his newly trimmed bush, he gasped and put his hands
on my head. I was afraid he was going to push me away.

"Bobby likes it when you run your hands through his hair." Jerry
suggested. "Do you want him to stop?" I assumed Skip shook his head. I
moved to his balls sucking first one and the other.

"Do you want to suck Bobby's?" This kid needs to learn how to talk. "Bobby
stand up." Skip knelt down and gingerly held my eye level dick.

"What do you want to do?" I asked. Skip licked around the head of my dick
exploring the steel. Finally he took the head between his lips. He tried to
swallow mine like I had done his. He gagged.

"Don't worry about taking the whole thing. Just do what is
comfortable. What you are doing feels fantastic." I reassured him and it
did feel good. He was trying many of the things I had done with his. Jerry
took Skip's right hand and filled it with conditioner on it.

"Play with his asshole." Jerry prompted. Jerry added more conditioner now
and then. "Put your finger in him." Skip's finger slid into me. "Now feel
around and find a hard bump and rub it."

"You found it." I shuddered. Skip must have liked the burst of precum that
rewarded his efforts. I began running my fingers through his curls.

"Put a second finger in him." Jerry seemed to be orchestrating this
symphony of pleasure. Skip as really getting into the ass play. He slid a
third finger in on his own.

"Have you ever fucked anyone?" Jerry asked. I knew where this was going and
I was more than willing to travel this path. Skip shook his head no. "Would
you like to?" He nearly yanked my dick off he nodded so hard.

I extricated my dick from his vacuum hold and laid on my back on the weight
bench. It put my ass on level with his dick. Jerry provided the instruction
and I provided the hole.

"You've got him loosened up. Now slide your dick in his ass." Jerry finally
took hold of Skip's hardness and aimed it for my hole. Once it popped
through I needed a moment. "With a guy, it's best to hold right here and
give him a chance to get used to it. Always loosen him up first. You want
this to feel good; not rape him."

When I was ready I reached for his hips and pulled him into me. "Just hold
it there for a minute. I don't want you to come too soon." I
requested. "Feels good doesn't it?"

Finally Skip started pulling most of the way out and pushing it in
slowly. The look on his face told stories of fantasies fulfilled.

"Skip fuck me harder." He picked up the pace. "Damn that feels
good. Harder!"

It was only three or four minutes in all before he came. He was no longer a
virgin. As he slipped out I reached for his head and pulled him down for a
tender kiss.

"Any regrets?" I asked. He shook his head. With him still kneeling I held
his head to my chest, caressing his head and back, reassuring him in his
love making. He was so quiet I feared he was having second thoughts.

"Would you like to spend the night? We could stop by your place to pick up
new clothes and your books on the way to school." I proposed. Skip nodded
his head.

"Cat still got your tongue?" Jerry asked.

"It would like to." Skip answered. We hopped into the shower to wash off
the sweat from our love making and made a beeline to our room.

"What if Doc sees us?" Skip asked.

"She might whistle." Jerry answered followed with a wolf whistle.

Sure enough Doc was in the hallway between us and our bedroom, but she
didn't whistle. She just scanned her past patient from head to foot.

"Isn't he beautiful." I said running my hands through the curls on his
chest. "It's really soft."

I reached out for Doc's hand and placed it on his chest. She ran it through
the hair and down the hidden six pack. She got to the clear patch.

"Is this your handiwork, Bobby?" She asked as she ran her fingers across
the bare patch above his dick.

"Yes, mam." I said looking at the floor.

"Looks good." Doc noted. She saw the manilla envelope I was holding. She
reached for my dick and held it like exhibit A in a trial. "Bobby, were you
going to offer to do this his Harold?"

"Yes, mam." I was still looking at the floor.

"Harold, is that what you want?" Doc asked. Harold nodded. "Which one or
both?" Harold was trapped. He was going to have to say something. It
couldn't be answered with a nod.

"Both, mam." Now Skip was looking at the floor.

"If that's what you want it will be best if a medical professional does
it." Doc still hadn't let go of my dick. She led us to the kitchen and took
my envelope. In it was all the stuff I had bought to do my PA, but had it
done at the shop. Everything was in their autoclave pouches.

"At least you bought the sterile jewelry. You can still back out now. Lay
back on the table." Doc gave Skip a shot to deaden the whole thing. Jerry
ran to the studio and grabbed Brett's polaroid. He got a shot of the needle
sticking through the head of Skip's dick surrounded by its sterile surgical
paper. She put a barbell that was just a little shorter than the ones she
used on Brett and I. Skip's dick head wasn't quite as large. She used the
jewelry I had purchased for his PA.

I had forgotten how much the ampallang could bleed. Jerry snapped a picture
of the bloody mess and the new jewelry before doc wrapped it with gauze and
taped on a rubber glove.

"If I know these two they invited you to spend the night. There will be no
playing with any of your penises tonight. They all are in need of healing."
Doc announced. "Harold, when you are ready for bed, use the toilet and I
will wrap it up again so you don't bleed on my sheets."

No longer ashamed of being naked we crawled into bed and began the third
degree.

"Ok Skip, you said you had done this before, but you hadn't sucked or
fucked. What did you do?" Jerry asked. Skip got this deer in the headlights
look.

"Let me tell you about my first time." I offered and told the whole story
with Mike and getting pierced. I just mentioned that my first time with a
woman was a very sweet and instructive older woman that loved my tongue. I
even told about my first time modeling. I ended with, "I bet they would pay
pretty good for two smooth twinks and one hair hunk."

Jerry followed with his first time with a guy. I hadn't heard the story
before, so I listened with rapt attention.

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