Date: Thu, 5 Oct 2017 16:48:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: Kim Hansen <ringinmine@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ring in Mine: Chapter 27

Ring in Mine
    Kim Terry

One thing I want you as a reader to ponder. As you learn more about a
person your insights and opinions shift. People are a lot like russion
stacking dolls. There is always more about a person than you currently
see. The person is still the same but our perceptions have shifted.

I am still combining logical chapters to post the story faster.

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     Kim

Ring in Mine: Chapter 27

The next morning started just like the day before in the basement workout
room. Today I was on the treadmill. Brett took his shirt off as he worked
the bicycle. My jock was in the wash so I just wore a pair of unlined nylon
running shorts. The two machines faced each other. I could feel my package
sway from side to side. From the way Brett was watching it must have been
fairly evident from his vantage point.

Using his combination workout station you could work just about all of your
muscle groups. As he was doing curls I was sitting with my knees bent
rowing. Brett seemed to be watching me more than his curls. Self
consciously I looked down to find my shiny ring peeking out of my shorts. I
didn't want to make him uncomfortable by letting him know I had caught him
staring so I left it as it was. I was more careful for the rest of the
workout.

When it came time to shower I didn't have to ask for his assistance. He
stepped right up with the necessities in hand. He must have felt more
comfortable or was just tired of wet clothes. He dropped his shorts and
followed me into the shower area. It was the same routine as yesterday with
one main difference. While washing my legs and butt the back of his hands
brushed against my balls more than once. As much as I would have loved for
him to wash my balls from behind I wouldn't do anything to disrupt our
friendship.

He did allow me to wash his back this time. I would have loved to do the
whole job but I needed to keep the cast dry. We were both hard as he first
dried himself and then me. He helped me into my underwear and shirt. Still
naked and hard he went up stairs. Doc didn't have rounds this morning so
she was still home. As I walked past their closed doors I knew what Brett
was doing with his throbbing manhood. Doc wasn't complaining at
all. Standing outside their door I pulled my revived manhood and proceeded
to beat off listening to my pseudo parent's love making. My thoughts
returned to having sex with Sue. Her soft warm pussy wrapped around my
dick. Now she was pregnant that would probably not happen again.

Just as Brett and Doc reached their climax I shot my load into the nylon
shorts I had worked out in this morning. That was another pair for the
laundry.

So far every place I had been outside of the house either Jerry or Brett
had driven. The housing board had a towing company take my car to an
impound lot. It was one hundred dollars to spring it from its
captivity. While in the impound lot someone had graffitied the side of the
car and broke the windows. Considering the homophobic comments of the owner
of the towing company my guess is he trashed my car. My lawyer threatened
to take both of them to court to pay for the damages. They had towed it
before the 5th of January and the impound lot hadn't taken due diligence in
providing for the security of my beloved Buick.

It had taken a week to get it back, but the paint was new and the inside
reupholstered to repair the damage caused by exposure to the elements. They
refunded the rent I had paid in advance for the next two quarters. I gave
this to the Johnsons. They of course refused it, but I insisted. We finally
agreed it could go toward the additional cost of groceries.

Today was the first day I was going to drive with Brett riding shotgun. Our
first stop was a planning meeting with Professor James White. School
started Monday and I needed to know what my responsibilities for his class
would be. For the most part it would be helping out in the lab and reading
essays. Brett had already picked up my text books. So we didn't have to
stop by the bookstore. It turned out that was what he had used some of my
rent money for. I had given up on that argument. If I couldn't pay rent; I
could do my part on keeping the house clean and cooking an occasional meal.

Next I wanted to stop by and see who had returned to the dorm. I would have
gone by myself but Brett wanted to eliminate the chance of a
confrontation. The roommates hadn't returned. Brad was at work. Sue was
just making lunch. She made a couple more sandwiches while Brett fed the
baby. I think he was in seventh heaven. I bet he had been a good dad.

My eyes teared up thinking back on my dad growing up.

Sue noticed and asked, "What has you teary eyed."

I looked over at Brett and the baby. Sue got the message. "You know you now
have a father that loves you that much and has always loved you."

Now the tears really started to flow. I needed to see Bruce and my mom but
the thought of Gram's and what happened there was more than I could
handle. Maybe if I left early in the morning and stayed a couple of hours
and then returned the same day I could do it. I wondered if Bruce had
Saturday off.

"Is there anyplace else you want to go before we head home?" Brett asked.

"There is one place I need to go. I would appreciate you going with me." I
answered.

We pulled up in front of Todd's and Bill's. Both cars were in the driveway.

"Todd, is the one that found me passed out in the cold on Christmas. He
lives here with his partner." I explained.

Todd met us at the door. He swept me into a giant bone breaking hug. "It's
so good to see you alive. I was so worried. Bill has an apology for you."

A very sheepish Bill came into the room. "Todd slept in the other room
until you were found. He felt it was my fault you ran and I guess it was. I
shouldn't have pushed you to call home until you were ready and I knew the
whole story. You needed a safe place and a comforting shoulder not another
parent. He let me know that if anything had happened to you it would be my
fault and the end of our relationship."

He finally looked me in the eye. I held my arms out for a hug and he
realized he was forgiven. Tears fell all over my shoulder as he cried in
relief.

"I hate to bring this up, but our model for tomorrow night bailed on
us. Would you be willing to do the honors again.? Todd asked. "I know the
money would help."

I lifted my shirt up. "You saw me. I don't look much better now. Why would
you want to draw me now?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Because your scars are not a sign of weakness or disfigurement. They are a
testament to your strength." Todd answered. He led us into the
studio. There hanging on the wall was a pastel portrait of Mark and
I. Neither of our faces showed. Next to it was a pastel of me as Todd found
had me in the snow. The last was drawn from a photo he had taken before
they cleaned me up. "I would pay well to be able to finish the sequence. I
call it `The Price of Love.' It is some of my best work. It will be a major
part of my Master's project."

I looked carefully at the images. At first they made me want to cry
remembering this low time in my life. The therapist said I needed to do
things that would help me accept who I was now. I was leaning toward doing
it.

I looked at Brett. He was looking at a large charcoal and pencil drawing of
two well endowed naked young men. The shorter man's head leaned against his
partner's chest. The taller was looking down. Their arms around each
other. Todd had captured the tenderness and love the couple had for each
other. I recognized the shorter man from his photo on the dresser in my
room. Christopher was Brett's son.

"Do you sell your work?" Brett asked.

"That is my ultimate goal." Todd answered. Todd looked at the painting
trying to figure a price.

"I'm not sure." I knew he was stalling to raise the price.

"They really did love each other." Brett said softly.

"Todd, I'll pose for four sessions throughout the quarter including
tomorrow night for the picture." I offered.

Todd was debating the possibilities. Bill was looking into Brett's far away
gaze. "It's a deal and yes they really loved each other. Christopher sent
him away. He wanted Samuel to remember him as he was not as an invalid."

"May we take the picture now? Or can we pay you to frame it?" I asked.

"To get a frame that would do it justice would be two hundred dollars."
Todd answered. It was probably high but Todd needed to be rewarded for his
talent.

Brett took out his checkbook with a deer in the headlight look. He wrote
the check on automatic. He tore out the check and handed it to Todd.

"Thank you Todd this means a lot to me." I gave him a big hug. I also gave
him my new phone number. "What time do you need me?"

With tomorrow night's plan set, I took a still shell shocked Brett out for
ice cream. Ice cream makes anything better. He asked me not to tell Doc
about the painting. It was a surprise.

Brett was his own self as I started dinner. He worked in his study
preparing his lesson plans.

Doc had a late call to the hospital so it was just the two of us watching
college wrestling. Hard good looking guys in singlets could get anybody's
heart pumping.

I headed for bed as Doc arrived home. The tent in Brett's pants was going
to need some serious loving. I guess Doc was tired from her extra long day
at work. There were no mysterious sounds from next door. Just a lot of soft
talking late into the night.

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The following morning I noticed that Brett was going commando under his
shorts. His sizable package made for great viewing as he jogged on the
treadmill. I wasn't sure if it was intentional but the end of his dick
stuck out of the legs of his shorter than usual workout shorts as he bench
pressed. I know he could see my hardening dick through the leg hole of my
shorts.

"Bobby, I am trying to understand. I have seen the way you look at Jerry
and the way he looks at you." Brett asked as we caught our breath.

"What I have with Jerry is more like what you have with Doc." I tried
explaining. "I don't think that love cares for gender. You can have very
strong feelings for either sex. It is best described by saying I miss him
all the time he isn't by my side."

"Are you partners, like Chri... Bill and Todd?" He asked.

"I think I would like that but we are awfully far apart most of the time. I
could see spending every night for the rest of my life with Jerry by my
side." I answered.

"Do you .... What's it ... Why do ... Did you always ..." Brett just
couldn't get the question out. I had a good idea where he was going.

"I think I know what you are asking." I looked him in the eye. "I think I
have always been attracted to guys as well as girls. I've tried it both
ways and I like both."

"But ..."

"Let me tell you about my first time with a guy." I began. I told him about
that cold weekend in November. I don't think he realized his hard dick was
sticking a good couple inches out of his shorts.

"What do you get out of it?" Brett asked.

"It feels good, but I really enjoy looking into a guy's or woman's eyes
knowing I am giving them pleasure."

"I want to understand. I am trying, but I don't yet." Brett admitted.

The portrait of his son and his partner had opened his eyes to the depth of
their relationship.

"Let's finish up and get showered." Brett had his back to the stairway. He
hadn't seen Doc listening. My comment was a way for her to slip away
unseen. She also had a lot to ponder.

Our shower followed the same ritual as always, then he started with my legs
and purposely brushed against my balls. He was very thorough washing my
ass.  I went to turn so he could wash my front. Instead he reached around
pulling me tight against him. He washed my front his arms around me, his
hard dick pressed against me. He worked his way down my front judicially
avoiding my manhood proper. With a hand on either side of my stuff he
stopped.

He must have made a decision and brushed his hand across my stiffness. He
pulled back like he was shocked.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have."

I grabbed his hand and put it back on my pulsing member. "Don't be
ashamed. You are trying to understand Chris better." I reassured him. "Turn
around and let me wash your back."

Doc stood in the doorway watching wearing a terry robe. She didn't seem
upset watching her husband showering naked with another man. I finished
washing his back. Doc was waiting with a fluffy warm towel from the dryer.

"I thought you could use fresh towels." She helped me dry off and removed
the cast wrap. "We'll be up for breakfast in a bit."

I turned to say something before I went up the stairs. Doc had dropped her
robe and had joined her mate in the shower. She was a very shapely vision
of womanhood. Doc and Brett had Chris just out of highschool. Neither of
them had turned forty yet and both worked out and looked good. She had her
hand wrapped around his dick; her lips pressed against his.

"Have you answered your questions yet?" Doc asked.

The answer was not forthcoming. Doc had dropped to her knees. I made a
hasty retreat giving them some privacy.

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We had an early dinner. Brett didn't want me driving home late by myself
and had invited himself to my modeling job. I was running late. When I
finally made it to the car, Doc was riding shotgun.

Bill met us at the door. Standing behind him stood a very nervous guy that
looked vaguely familiar.

"Bobby they are ready for you in the studio." Bill greeted me. "Professor,
Dr. Johnson I want you to meet Samuel. I think it would be good for you to
talk."

Standing in a room of artists in a robe. I almost bailed. The cast wasn't a
concern, but I had trouble looking in a mirror. With the scars on my face
and body, I would never have the smooth skin I had before
Christmas. Because of my workouts with Brett, my slim swimmer's build was
fading as I developed different muscles and added definition. Todd took a
moment and told the artists about my holidays.

"Whenever you are ready." Todd announced. "You can do this Bobby."

I closed my eyes and dropped the robe. There were a few gasps around the
room. A couple of the artists came closer to look at the scars from
different angles.

"May I?" on of the woman asked, her hand outstretched. I nodded my head and
she traced some of the pink lines with her fingers.

"You poor thing. How could anybody do this to another person?" She said
shaking her head. "I don't think I could be brave enough.  Thank you."

It wasn't until I was standing naked in front of a room full of artists
that I finally made the connection. Samuel was the guy with Chris in the
drawing. I hope things were going well upstairs.

One of the poses was being curled up as I had been during Jan's attack. I
thought it would upset me more than it did. It made me face what had
happened. Maybe I could get past all of this.

During my rest break before the long pose, Brett and Doc came downstairs
accompanied by Samuel. All three eyes betrayed a long session of tears.

"I see what you mean. His body does look a lot like Chris." Samuel noted.

Todd was deep in thought processing Samuel's comment. He was right except
the scars we were a similar build.

"Professor Johnson, I have an idea." Todd led Brett out of the room.

Minutes later the two returned with Brett wearing a robe similar to the one
I was wearing.

They had me facing Brett, my head against his chest. Brett was enough
taller than me that he could look down at me. I liked the feel of his hairy
chest against my cheek. I liked standing here skin on skin against my
protector. There was the polaroid moment and the artists began their
task. The artists knew this would not be a long pose maybe half an
hour. They were working feverishly.

After a quick bathroom break we took the final pose. This time Brett was
carrying me, once again with my face against his chest. He couldn't hold
this pose forever. I was heavy. We took a lot of little breaks and then
would resume the pose.

When I finally got a chance to see Todd's work I realized what he had
done. My body was smooth and clear of any scars. The hair and visible
facial features were Christopher's. Todd was creating closure for this
couple that had taken me under their wing.

Dressed and ready to go, Todd brought out the framed picture of Chris and
Samuel. Doc's eyes filled with tears. The picture was beautifully framed.

"Where can we hang it?" Doc asked.

"I was thinking over the mantle in the family room. We don't necessarily
want to share it with the world, but I do want to see it every day.


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