Ring in Mine #3: Nephi and Jerome Chapter 33
In the first draft of this chapter Carlos convinced the staff Nephi was here to fire people. I didn't like where it went. My guys need a chapter or two to relax. I scrapped half of chapter 32 and all of 33. We will assume that Nephi and Jerome relaxed around other gay couples and explored their love. Remember in the heights of passion we sometimes do stupid things.
I hope you can accept this chapter. I enjoyed writing it and chapter 34.
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Spoiler alert: I remember my first time in a group experience. I was bent over working on a beautiful dick. I was still new to male sex. While I was busy, I felt someone slide under me and start playing with the ring in my meat. Then someone slid into me. Yes, I knew this was multiple partners but I really didn't care. The sensory overload was exciting.
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They woke to the smell of fresh pastry. Carlos served breakfast on the private patio. "Kenneth made fritters in your honor today. No one seems to be complaining." Carlos announced.
Nephi and Jerome explored the resort. They found, beyond the main area, another smaller courtyard. On the tennis court, Mick and Dan were playing doubles with the couple they had sat with the night before. Tennis at the Hidden Oasis was a spectator sport Jerome could get into. The players were wearing jockstraps and sneakers. Dan was moving hesitantly. Someone beside Mick must have shared his bed last night.
The sand volleyball court was empty. Nephi and Jerome played shuffleboard. Then found a workout room filled with weights and machines. They took turns spotting each other on the free weights. Nephi was first on the bench press. When Jerome lay on the bench he almost dropped the weights. Inches from his face hung Nephi's dick. Nephi's shorts lay on the floor.
When they switched places, Nephi looked up to find Jerome's sizable tool looming over him. As Nephi racked the weights, he lifted his head up and drew Jerome between his lips. Jerome bent his knees to improve Nephi's access. Jerome grabbed the racked barbell to keep from losing his balance. He shot load after load. Nephi swallowed it all.
They continued their workout in the nude. Watching Nephi's muscles working beneath his skin fascinated Jerome. Running on the treadmill looked hot, but the bouncing wasn't convenient. Jerome understood why they were playing tennis in jockstraps.
Jerome felt guilty that he hadn't returned Nephi's blowjob. Finished with their workout, Nephi opened a door covered in black leather accented with studded iron straps. It had fascinated him since he had entered the gym area.
Along the far wall hung everything from handcuffs and blindfolds to whips and lashes. Crossed timbers with straps stood against one wall. There were things Jerome could only guess their purpose. He had figured out the big timber X.
It took only a little convincing to get Nephi's arms and legs strapped to the wood using the wide Velcro straps. Nephi found the straps were stronger than they looked. Jerome, now in control, covered Nephi's eyes with a wide velvet strap.
A table stood next to the bound captive. A display of items for teasing or punishment lay within reach. Jerome wore a pair of soft silky fur gloves and ran his fingers over Nephi's sensitive zones. Nephi's moans filled the room. Jerome tried many of the tools but passed over anything that looked like it would cause pain. Clothespins made Jerome shudder.
He opened a wooden case. Inside were a set of steel rods still in paper autoclave pouches. There were packets of "Sterile Lube" and rubber gloves in the case. Jerome had once tried putting his mom's knitting needle inside his dick.
Jerome put on the gloves and chose the smallest rod. He applied the lube. With Nephi's rock-hard dick in his hand, he fed the smooth length of steel into Nephi's penis.
"What are you doing?" Nephi asked. Jerome remained silent. With only an inch remaining Jerome pulled it out and pushed it back in. If his lover had complained he would have stopped, but Nephi wasn't complaining, his dick was dripping with pre-cum. Jerome removed the rod and fed on Nephi's hardness.
Jerome felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to find Tim behind him. Tim held his finger to his lips. He opened a wooden case he had brought with him and whispered in Jerome's ear. Jerome continued working on Nephi's hard member. Tim wiped Nephi's nipple with a disinfectant. Tim clamped a pair of forceps on Nephi's right nipple.
"Jerome, that hurts." Nephi called out.
Tim pushed a large steel needle through Nephi's nipple and followed it with a titanium ring.
"Jerome, please untie me. This game isn't fun anymore."
Jerome picked up the speed on the blowjob as he slid a lubed finger into Nephi. The pleasure replaced the pain. Jerome was unwilling to lose a single drop of Nephi's offering.
Jerome removed Nephi's blindfold. A full-length mirror stood opposite the X. The ring was visible.
"Jerome, I want you in me." Nephi demanded.
"Don't touch it until you've washed your hands. You don't want it infected. Jerome has the aftercare sheet." Tim mentioned stepping from the shadows. "Jerome, I suggest the sling for giving Nephi what he wants."
"Before you leave Jerome needs one of these." Nephi pointed to the ring. Jerome closed his eyes and let Tim do his thing. Jerome liked the look of the ring in his nipple.
"Now when you want to show what you can handle, I'll give you one of these." Tim pulled down the front of his shorts. A shiny ring hung from the end of his dick. He held it up so they could see it disappear into the skin on the bottom of his dick. "Carlos loves it and I enjoy his in me!"
"I think we'll pass this trip." Nephi announced.
Tim left the room. Jerome released Nephi from the X. Nephi dropped to his knees making sure Jerome was rock hard.
In the sling, Jerome used the Velcro straps to secure Nephi's legs to the chains.
"Tomorrow it will be your turn to get tied up." Nephi announced.
Jerome slid one greased finger into his man and then another. Within reach was an array of rubber dicks in sterile pouches. Nephi opened one about Nephi's size and slid it into his man. Nephi could watch in the mirror overhead. Jerome exchanged dildos until he reached one the size Mick was soft. It was still bigger than Jerome.
Dan and Mick entered just as Nephi shouted. "Harder! Do it harder!"
Dan and Mick were rock hard. Dan tapped Jerome on the shoulder, his hard dick was a little bigger than the dildo in Nephi. He whispered in Jerome's ear. Dan took over the dildo work as Jerome presented his dick for Nephi to suck. Mick bent over and licked the length of Nephi's dick. After a few strokes Dan slid the rubber dick out and replaced it with the real thing.
At that point Nephi was too far gone to care. Mick took all of Nephi into his mouth. It was only minutes before Dan pulled out of Nephi. In two strokes he shot all over Micks face still latched onto Nephi.
Dan and Mick switched places. Mick slid his monster dick inside the captive Nephi. Mick closed his eyes as he slid in and out. Nephi's discomfort faded. He let Jerome slide from out of his mouth.
"Harder! Harder!" Nephi shouted. Mick followed Nephi's instructions.
Mick pulled out and bent his boy over a sawhorse. Jerome took his place inside of Nephi. It was loose and hot. Nephi came as he watched Mick fill his boy. The extra contraction threw Jerome over the edge.
Later as the four lounged in the pool. Dan announced. "Dad did me last night. He decided he likes it. Thank you for this morning. It is probably the one time we will fool around. It was hot, but I am my dad's boy and he is enough for me."
Nephi and Jerome shared their stories. Then Dan spoke for him and Mick.
When I turned thirteen, I knew I was more interested in guys than girls. I remember we were on vacation. After swimming mom and my sisters took over the room to shower and change. I was the youngest and always ended up sleeping on the floor on vacation. When the girls finished, dad and I shared the bathroom. I showered while dad shaved. I pulled the curtain back to find him standing at the sink naked, his long dick hanging down. Dad shaved his neck so it wouldn't show above his collar.
"Dan, would you shave my neck, please?" I lathered up the back of his neck and removed the hair from his haircut downward, creating a semicircle of smooth skin. When he turned to climb in the shower he was half-hard.
That was the day I realized I was more interested in guys than girls. I had walked in the bathroom to find mom drying off. Mom wasn't bad looking, but I rather look at my dad.
The girls shared a Jack-and-Jill bath. My bedroom was in the basement. I remember the day I found dad getting ready for work in my bathroom. "Mom threw me out of her bathroom. Do you mind sharing?"
Guys my age with their undeveloped dicks wasn't what interested me. I liked men. Men with big dicks and lots of hair. I loved my dad. Dan squeezed Mick's leg.
Guys in the locker room talked about the disgusting things queers did. They filled my dreams with sex between my dad and me. My sisters were a lot older. We didn't celebrate my seventeenth birthday because my sister chose the date for her wedding. She made a point about pre-empting my birthday. "I wanted you to understand how unimportant you are."
It was also the day dad met mom's new boss. We had just thrown rice at my sister, they made me take it out of the bag, and wave goodbye. Mom walked up to dad and handed him a brown envelope. She kissed her boss and they left hand in hand. Mom had packed for a business trip. It will be four years tomorrow since I've heard from her.
Dad was a mess. We drove home. I took his hand and led him to his bedroom, stripped him down to his shorts and tucked him under the covers. I laid on top of the covers listening to him cry. Eventually I stripped out of my wedding clothes and climbed under the covers with him.
I hugged him until he fell asleep and returned to my bed. The next morning, I woke to find my dad in bed with me.
"How can I do this?" Dad cried.
"We'll handle one thing at a time." I had attended two weeks of summer marching band and hadn't found a job yet. In the morning I packed dad's lunch and sent him to work. He kissed me goodbye on my cheek. One day I turned my head and pressed my lips to his. I feared he would be angry, but he wasn't.
After getting my dad on the road, I would straighten up the house and in those early days I continued packing. They sold the house and split the proceeds. Mom had cleaned out the checking and the savings account. Dad is the president of a company yet we lived simply. Mom wanted bigger and better. I hope her boss has a big wallet. Dad had a large brokerage account mom knew nothing about.
We moved into a condo. Things seemed to be alright. I gave up having a bed of my own. Dad always ended up sleeping in mine. Growing up dad had shared a room with his brother. Then he slept with my mom. He swears to this day he can't sleep alone.
I prefer sleeping on dad's chest and his arm around me. I still run my fingers through the hair on his chest and tickle his nipples.
A week before my eighteenth birthday dad asked me what I wanted for my present. I told him it was a surprise. I got the idea the night I was rubbing his stomach and slid my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and brushed base of his dick. Dad excused himself. I thought I had overstepped the line. Dad hadn't closed the pocket door completely. He sat on the toilet beating his sizable meat. I stood on my side of the door mirroring dad's actions. Seeing dad dumping his load on the floor put me over the edge. I used my boxers to wipe up my mess. I slid back into bed naked.
Dad took my eighteenth birthday off. He was in the shower when I stepped in behind him.
"What are you doing?"
"Claiming my present." I ran soapy hands over his back and bum. I turned him around. His massive tool stood tall. Washing the hair on dad's chest, I became adventurous and lathered up his cock. I rinsed my prize and took it in my mouth. After hours of practicing on just about anything about dad's size, I only gagged once before dad shot. Dad didn't miss a beat returning the favor.
We spent the day at home learning the fine art of kissing. I wanted him to make me his man. He didn't want to hurt me. Instead he rolled over and presented himself for me to take.
Society wouldn't understand, but I have my forever partner and soulmate. He's the best guy in the world. I finish up college in December. Dad has a place for me in his company. I want to be his secretary so I can sit on his lap and take dick-tation.
Dad's accountant and financial advisor, Benny, sent us here for my nineteenth birthday. This is our third trip, always on my birthday.
They left the pool as good friends.