Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2017 15:13:17 +0000 (UTC) From: Kim Hansen Subject: Ring in Mine: Chapter 32 Ring in Mine Kim Terry Thank your for the emails. I appreciate even a short, "I'm reading your story," goes a long way. If you enjoy the stories on Nifty, please send a little something. Help support the cause. If you like Nifty donate. If you are nervous about using a credit card they accept PayPal. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I would appreciate a short email if you are still reading my story. ringinmine@yahoo.com All rights are reserved to the author except those given to Nifty to publish and archive this work. Please do not repost without permission of the author. (If there are errors I do apologize up front. I am used to getting things as clean as possible and then the editor takes care of the rest.) Kim Ring in Mine: Chapter 32 Then everything went black. My last thought was I'm going to wake up in the hospital again. I was partially right. I did wake up looking into the eyes of a paramedic. It looked like we were in the back of a cargo van. I could feel Jerry next to me and hear police radios through the door. "They are waking up." The paramedic with Jerry called out. "It's good to see you back boys." It was Bruce. "Sorry we had to let them grab you before we stepped in." The paramedics helped us sit up. Through the back door of the van we saw the guys that grabbed us and the girl in handcuffs. The two guys Jerry had seen following us stuck their heads in. "You're the good guys?" Jerry asked. "These are two of my oldest friends. When you wouldn't come home where I could keep you safe I asked them to watch over you. They have been just a step behind you for the last couple of days." Bruce had tried to answer questions we might have but created more. "Jan's husband got a little worried about things Jan was saying. He was the one that told us about her plans to send you to a rehab camp in Idaho. When it sounded like it was going down this weekend. I wanted you both home." Bruce sighed. "You could have asked instead of ordering me around." I answered. "Would you have come?" Bruce asked. "After our last meeting, probably not. The one thing I remember first had something to do with cocksucking faggot." "Are you ever going to forget that?" I shook my head. "I thought not. The only way I could show you both how much I really love you is to protect you." Frank poked his head through the door. "I hate to say we lied but the only one on the filed restraining order is Jan. Bruce asked us to not file the others until Monday. Jan was given copies of the others so she knew her law abiding father wouldn't be watching over you." "These people had a full dossier on each of you, but nowhere is there anything to link Jan with the kidnapping attempt. The Feds are involved now." Happily it's out of my hands. Bruce continued the story. "The van is registered to a camp in Idaho. The authorities had a search warrant in hand. They just needed probable cause to get it signed. Department of Family Services is going in with them. I hope they get closed down for good." "Can we go home now?" I asked. An agent with an FBI jacket announced, "Sorry boys you're first stop is going to be the hospital." "Frank call Doc. If anybody is going poking needles in me it's her." I requested. "All ready done my brave friend." Bruce answered. As they helped us out of the van, if it was a circus inside the police tape, it was pure pandemonium a step beyond the tape. There was the local news crew with their cameras and all the students leaving the library at closing time. Jan would for sure know that her great idea had failed. Why was I the only one worried that Jan wouldn't accept this as failure but only an obstacle to be overcome. Brent, Brad and the Johnson's met us at the hospital. Doc wasn't allowed to take part in checking us out, something about the trail of evidence. After asking questions about Jan, including the Christmas incident, the FBI agent asked many questions of my run in with Foster. Jerry provided the names from high school that Foster had bragged to. He asked a lot of questions about the dad on my birth certificate. I thought if he was involved it would have been easier to grab me outside of his house when he had the chance. Finally he wanted to know about my relationship with Bruce. I made sure he understood that the only time Bruce had physically hurt me was in the park. This was the first time anyone outside of the family heard about Jan's statement of making her point with the bloody metal yardstick. I had inadvertently learned that the agent had a male partner. I finally felt someone really cared about making someone accountable. By the time we were free to go it was late. Jerry was willing to drive home with Bruce. Jerry's car was locked in Leroy's garage. He still needed to get back to school. It felt great coming home with the Johnsons. I was glad to see the Buick in the driveway. I woke around two and couldn't get back to sleep. I would close my eyes and it felt like that awful feeling from the afternoon. Doc found me about three in the kitchen. We talked for awhile. "I can't stay awake any longer, come on." I followed her down the hall. I was going to pass the master bedroom and go to mine when she lad me into her room. "Get in the middle." "I don't have anything on underneath the robe." I was a little shy. "I've seen your insides. I've seen your outsides. Get in bed." Doc did have a nightgown on under her robe. In the king bed there was plenty of room but they were both smugglers. We all ended up in the middle. I woke in the night with Brett's hard dick pressed against my asshole oozing cock snot and his hand massaging my balls. He must be having a pretty good dream. I pushed back just a bit and the head popped past my ring. It hurt but felt good. I should have felt guilty but at the moment I didn't. I felt safe. I can only imagine what he was dreaming as he pushed farther inside of me over and over. His cock throbbed deep inside and I knew his wet dream had come to its sticky end. With his softening member still inside of me and his arm draped over me holding me close, I fell back asleep. ---------- Deep in slumber, Brett was reliving the morning shower with a few modifications. Instead of just swiping his tongue across Jerry's dick he took Bobby's place. As Jerry's dick slipped across his tongue, he remembered how the young men tasted. Then he felt Bobby's mouth around his dick. It was warm and Inviting. He pushed his dick deep inside the warmth and came as Jerry came in his mouth. The dream was over and slipped back to the depth of deep sleep. Dreaming of making love to his lovely wife, his hardening dick woke him as the first hint of dawn graced the window. In the half daze of waking he pushed forward into the warmth wrapped around his dick. It was about the third push that he realized that it wasn't Doc's pussy he was thrusting into but a sleeping Bobby. What was Bobby doing in his bed and where was Doc. Then the toilet flushed and the sound of water switched to the shower. Brett carefully pulled his now soft dick from his young TA's ass. He carefully left the bed and sat on the toilet. He cleaned his cock as best he could. "I am giving you ten seconds to get in this shower and don't you dare flush that thing while I'm in here." Doc ordered. Great. If Doc had realized that he had fucked Bobby she wouldn't want him showering with her. She would be divorcing him. He stepped in and her soapy hand latched onto his soft dick. In moments he was clean and hard. Doc turned and leaned forward pushing back against her husband. "Put it in me." As Brett slid his hard dick into her pussy he heard his always proper wife say something he had never heard her say before. "Fuck me Brett. Fuck me hard." It had been years since the last time they had sex in the shower. He. Had forgotten how much fun it had been. "Brett it's clean. I want you to lick my ass." It wasn't something he thought he would enjoy, but it was clean and didn't taste as he expected. What it did for his wife was electrifying. She was writhing in pleasure which made him work at it harder. This must have been what Bobby was trying to explain about good gay love making. Where physically it didn't do much for him, the emotional rush of providing this much pleasure for someone he cared deeply for was fantastic. He found himself pushing his tongue into her. She was pushing back into him. She wanted his tongue farther into her. He tried to comply with her desires. "Not deep enough. Put some conditioner on it and fuck me." He slicked up his dick and pressed it against her now loosened hole. The head finally popped through. "Wait a moment. You feel huge." He paused. "Do it push it all in me." He buried his dick deep inside her ass. He began that motion that comes naturally to all men. He started slowly not wanting to hurt his wife. If this is what fucking a guys ass felt like, he understood why guys did it. It was tighter and warmer than Doc's vagina but not as moist. Both were good. Since he didn't seem to be hurting her, he picked up the pace. "Now all I need is a warm tongue on my clit. Guess I'll have to make do with my fingers." As Doc's body shook with her first climax Brett unload into her ass. His softening dick popped out." "Lick it some more." She was insistent in her passion. Her hole was more open. He could easily get his tongue in her ass. He could taste his cum in her ass. With his tongue buried deep inside her ass and her fingers on her clit, she came over and over again. She turned and pulled her man into a kiss, sucking his tongue deeply into her mouth. "I can taste your semen on your tongue." We kissed again. "Do you even remember fucking Bobby last night?" She asked. "I was dreaming about the shower yesterday with the boys." He had told his wife about the shower later in the day after everyone else was out and about. She had practically ripped his clothes off as he told her about tasting their precum. When he mentioned licking the head of Jerry's hard oozing dick he entered her. He thrust in and out of his wife as he told her about his eye level view of the ball on either side of Jerry's glans disappearing into Bobby's mouth. He talked a lot about the bar through Jerry's dick. She came first as he told her of tasting Jerry's cum off of Bobby's face. She had to hurry to make it on time for her rounds at the hospital. She only had two patients to check on. She should make it back home in plenty of time for church. Brett's description of Jerry's piercing kept running through her mind. She found herself getting wet thinking about it. On her way home she passed the only tattoo place in town. She drove around the block. On the door was a sign that said `If the door is locked please use the doorbell.' The owner lived above the shop. Doc talked to the piercer at length and left with a small paper bag. She had given him a tip for taking the time early on a Sunday morning. ---------- I woke when Brett pulled out of me. I had enjoyed him in me most of the night. I was feeling guilty about taking advantage of him, but probably not nearly as guilty as he was feeling. As I slipped past the bathroom I heard Doc yell, `Fuck me Brett!' I think Doc knew and seemed fine with it. I started thinking where I could live if I got kicked out. If they gave me my rent money back I knew Mike's new apartment mates were looking for another guy to rent the last empty bedroom. I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard Doc call for me. It sounded important so I wrapped my towel around my waist. I found Brett in the kitchen also with only a towel around his waist. Doc was in her scrubs. "You have both been naughty boys, playing in the shower and doing it in my own bed in the middle of the night without even an invitation." She sounded mad. "This morning we are going to play doctor." I noticed her bag and what she had laid out on a hopefully sterile surface and felt relieved. "Drop those towels." We stood naked side by side. I should make this hurt, but I'm not going to. She picked up a small syringe and stuck into the head of Brett's dick. He jumped at the moment of pain. Having stuck a much bigger needle in mine and knowing what was coming I didn't even jerk. Doc put a dot on either side of Brett's glans and repeated the process on mine. She made a big deal of putting on the gloves and swabbing down our dicks. "I think I will do Bobby's first." She clamped my dick. I remember how much Jerry said the clamp hurt. I now knew the purpose of the injection. I really didn't feel a thing. "It hurts. Take it off. It hurts really bad!" I shouted. "You've been a bad boy it should hurt." Doc shook her head and smiled a bit. I was being cruel and she thought it was funny. When Brett saw the size of the needle he got a little wobbly. "1...2...3" she slowly pushed the giant needle through the head of my dick. I was caterwauling and cursing. "Watch your language boy or I'll make it hurt worse." Doc responded. With the needle through she replaced it with a barbell even wider than the needle. Somehow I managed tears. I think it was from trying not to laugh. There was a lot of blood. Doc wrapped it with gauze and taped a glove over the whole thing. The gauze quickly soaked through started dripping into the little finger of the glove. Brett was whiter than a ghost. Doc changed gloves and turned to face Brett's package. He cringed when Doc clamped his dick head. Then he realized it didn't hurt. There was just the feeling of pressure. "1...2..." Doc had pushed it through on two. A couple of minutes later he had a bar to match mine and Jerry's. It looked really cool except for the blood. Wrapped and ready to go Doc announced she would check on them after church. I chose to go commando so as to not crowd my soon to be tender dick head. Brett and I looked a little uncomfortable sitting through the meeting between meetings I needed to use the little boy's room. Doc opened her purse and handed me a small zippered make up pouch. Brett decided to also take advantage of the break. I slipped into the first stall. Brett took the second. I took the wrapping off my dick and took care of my needs. It looked pretty good and there was only a drop or two of blood. I cleaned it with a wound wipe from the pouch and wrapped it with gauze and a little tape. I the passed the pouch under the stall to Brett. I assumed he did the same as me. I looked around the restroom and we were the only two in there. "Did it cross your mind what the congregation would think if they knew you had piece of steel through your dick?" I asked. "Yeah it did. I sort of liked it." Brett fist bumped me. After church Doc went over after care while we both sat with our dicks soaking in salt water. "You do know this means no sex for the next six weeks. That should slow you both down in the shower for a while." She laughed. I knew I wouldn't be able to wait that long. ----------- I would appreciate hearing from you. ringinmine@yahoo.com