Ring in Mine
Kim Terry
I hope you are enjoying getting to know Bobby and his brother. Things are going to get just a little hotter in this chapter.
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Kim
Ring in Mine: Chapter 21
Then came the question I knew would come eventually and dreaded.
"Jeremy told your other dad you were a fag. Do you like guys that way?" Jerry asked.
"Would it matter if I did?" I asked apprehensively.
When he said yes my heart dropped. Then he leaned closer I was sure I had ruined things by not saying no.
"If you said no I couldn't do this." Jerry leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine. Instinctively I brushed his lips with my tongue. They parted and let me in. The kiss continued until we heard someone clear their throat behind us. We pulled apart quickly.
"They closed the office early for Christmas Eve." Mom stated as if she hadn't just caught her son and future step son in a passionate lip lock. She looked down at Jerry's still exposed dick. At least we can tell you two apart now when you're naked at least. But knowing you two you'll match again soon enough. Don't stop on my account; just pull your pants up first."
Mom left Jerry pulling his pants up to answer the phone. She was a lot different without my other dad around. She knew we were pierced, liked guys and possibly each other and she was fine with it. I know most members of the church would have disowned us or shunned us at the least.
It must have been Bruce on the phone. The conversation was just this side of phone sex. I wondered if she knew we could hear. Our snickers were a dead giveaway.
"Now that you had your jollies listening to two old people in love, I will tell Jerry that his youngest uncle and his wife will be coming to dinner. If I can accept you too horny hooligans, you can cut Bruce and I some slack."
I motioned Mom to come closer. I pulled her into a one arm hug. "Mom I am so glad to hear you being happy for once, you could do it on the kitchen table and I wouldn't mind."
"I would!" Jerry exclaimed. "I am going to eat off that table. Smooching and being frisky is fine, but keep IT off the table."
We all laughed. It was awkward with me sitting in a chair but the group hug was nice.
Bruce stopped by on his break for supper. While we were all sitting at the table the doorbell rang. Mom stood up to answer it. When she returned a very forlorn looking Uncle Ray stood by her side.
"I've invited Ray for dinner." Everyone scooted over and they made another place at the table.
"I'm sorry to intrude but I didn't know where else to go. I was an only child and my parents died years ago. I was surprised when they came to arrest June yesterday." He looked sad as he told his story.
"When I asked why she would attack Bobby she became a crazy woman. It turns out Marie, that my wife and your husband never stopped being intimate after Jeremy was conceived. They married us to help pay their bills. She said some very hateful things" Ray told my mom. "I am filing for a divorce as soon as I find a lawyer. The officer that witnessed the whole thing is willing to sign a statement.
"My brother is a lawyer. He is handling Marie's divorce. I don't think it would be a conflict of interest. Those two deserve each other." Bruce offered.
After dinner Bruce had to go back on patrol. I could tell Uncle Ray didn't really want to leave. He had always been as civil to Mom and I as June would allow him to be.
"Uncle Ray, my bedroom on the third floor is empty if you want to stay the night." I offered. I looked at Grams and Mom for confirmation and they were both nodding yes.
"I really can't impose..." Ray began.
"If you weren't welcome we wouldn't have offered." I interrupted. Mom and Grams agreed.
In the living room Papa read the Christmas story from the Bible. We sang the carols that went with the story. Finally after the flight into Egypt, Papa said the same Christmas Eve prayer I had heard for years.
Our Father in Heaven On this special night set aside to remember the first Christmas Gift, we thank thee for thy love and caring and the hope of forgiveness and everlasting life symbolized in the birth of our older brother and thy son here on earth. Keep us mindful of his love for us and his greatest commandment that we love our God with all our hearts. Let us not forget his second commandment that we love our neighbor, not just the neighbors that believe as we do, or hold the same things dear but all of our fellow man; for they are all thy children. Amen
This year the prayer especially touched me. It reminded me that even though I wasn't the norm, I still had value. I was a child of God. He created me and he doesn't create mistakes. I always knew guys interested me as much as girls. It wasn't a choice I made but I was built this way. Maybe I shouldn't be quite as free with my favors. I was going to have to think about that.
Gram's and Mom served eggnog, cookies and popcorn as we settled in to watch `It's a Wonderlife' with Jimmy Stewart. It was something we had done on Christmas Eve as long as I could remember. Jerry and I cuddled on the loveseat. Papa sat on his recliner and Grams and Mom sat on the couch. Ray sat in the big overstuffed chair.
Halfway though the movie they paused the tape for a restroom break. Jerry helped me into the main floor bathroom. Jerry stood behind me supporting me with one arm and taking care of little Bob with the other. It was warm and comfortable having him stand behind me. I wish it were a favor I could return, With only one arm and still really shaky I couldn't. He returned me to the loveseat before returning to the restroom to take care of his own needs.
I was beginning to feel the pain. He brought my pills and a glass of water. Medicated he pushed the ottoman within reach and lifted my leg onto it. He spread a blanket over me, tucking it in after climbing under it with me. I leaned on his shoulder. He put his arm around me and pulled me close. I hoped no one could see where my good arm was. I was glad he was commando under those shorts.
I wasn't awake to see the angel get his wings. I did wake up when Bruce once again scooped me up and carried me to bed. Jerry helped me to the restroom one last time. I dropped my shorts in the restroom and left them there. Jerry dropped his also. He picked up both pairs of shorts and then acted as a crutch getting me to the bedroom. Happily we didn't have to cut through the hallway. The living room was lit only by the fire on the hearth. There was a lot of giggling and some kissing sounds.
When Bruce said, "Marie that feels so good; don't stop," we decided to close the door tight.
I guess the thought of my Mom `doing something that felt so good that he didn't want her to stop' should have grossed me out, but I was happy for her and so was little Bob. It must have had the same effect on Jerry. Little Jerry seemed to stand right up asking for someone to pay attention to him.
Jerry helped me into bed. A few minutes later freshly showered and smelling of Irish Spring, he climbed in next to me. His lips met mine and I wondered where this was going to lead. We were brothers after all.
Jerry leaned over and placed his lips on mine. His tongue lightly played across my lips. I opened slightly to let him in and he pulled back. This went on three or four times before my tongue followed his tasting his just brushed flavor. Finally I teased him enough that his tongue followed mine and I latched onto it like a cock, sucking it into my mouth while running my tongue around the captive appendage. He tweaked my nipple to get me to release my hold.
"That was hot. I've wanted to do that since junior high." Jerry panted. My answer was to renew the kiss.
"There is something else I've wanted to do since junior high." Jerry pulled the covers back and licked around the ring in my dick. When he took the whole head in the warmth of his mouth I closed my eyes. Having someone I care for sharing this special gift with me made it different, special in some way. With each stroke I grew closer to the edge. Remembering overhearing Mom and Bruce I struggled to stay silent when I wanted to shout, `my brother is sucking my dick and I hope he never stops.'
It wasn't long before he claimed his reward. He kissed me and shared his prize. I wanted to share the same experience with my brother but he had only had his ampallang since yesterday. It was much too soon to put it in my mouth. That would pretty much guarantee an infection. Then an idea burst fully formed into my head.
"Jerry, in the front pocket of my backpack is a new box of rubbers. Grab a red one." I instructed. Someone had unpacked my duffle bag, but just as I had hoped my backpack still looked untouched.
I had stopped at a drugstore to pee and stretch my legs on the drive home. As I walked past the Family Planning section, I had noticed a box of flavored condoms behind the counter. No one there would know me so I bought a box. The pharmacist made me show ID and told me that intercourse before marriage was wrong. I should pray and confess to my religious leader. He owned the drugstore so I guess he can make his own rules. There are times I just don't understand some people. If kids were going to do it outside of marriage shouldn't they use protection.
"I'm proud to be Catholic. I am for sure going to hell. Even married couples shouldn't use condoms." I left the store with the rubbers, a Snickers Bar, and the phone number for the local missionaries. I'm not Catholic but he couldn't argue nearly as much.
"I'm not sure about this." Jerry commented a little worried. "It's too early with the piercing."
"It's not what you think. Just put on a red one." I instructed my brother.
"The box is open and there is only one red one left." Jerry said. "I wonder if Mom and Dad borrowed some." It should have grossed me out, older people having sex, but I was too happy for them.
"I guessed we won't have to have the safe sex talk with them." I laughed. Then I realized Jerry said Mom and Dad. I liked the sound of that. I was going to tease them later."
I wasn't very mobile. I had Jerry kneel over me with his balls inches from my face. I started by licking his balls and up and down his shaft. Before things got too hard I slipped his rubbered dick between my lips. The cherry didn't taste too bad but it wasn't as good as a freshly washed dick. This was about Jerry's pleasure not mine. From his soft moans I was being successful. I didn't want to irritate the piercing too much so before it got all the way hard I moved back to his balls; sucking first one and then the other. Finally I got both of them in my mouth at the same time, it must have been too tight a space for comfort.
"Please, just one at a time, brother of mine. Just don't stop." Jerry whispered.
I moved to the tender spot behind his balls. Jerry's moans became more audible. I ran my tongue across his rosebud.
"Hel ..." Jerry swallowed his response before waking the whole house.
"Shhh. We don't need to announce what we are doing to the family." I responded softly.
As I probed more deeply with my tongue he couldn't sit still. Hitting a moving target was more of a challenge. Personally I decided rimming didn't do a lot for me, but I love how it made Jerry feel. It wasn't long before Jerry carefully removed the rubber. A minute later with my tongue in his ass I felt his load splash onto my stomach. Jerry leaned over and licked it off. In a final deep kiss he shared the last taste.
"Jerry, in the hospital bag are some cast covers, they look like garbage bags and some tape. I need a shower." I said.
With the garbage bag taped over my cast. He taped a square of plastic over the small incision. Gram's shower has grab bars on the wall. Holding the cast over my head and the other arm firmly grasping the steel bar, Jerry soaped all of my body. He even washed my hair. It sounds odd but having Jerry's fingers massaging my scalp brought little Bob back to attention.
"We can't have that in bed." Jerry exclaimed as he got on his knees and took care of the problem.
Jerry turned the water off and dried me off with a warm towel. It felt almost as good as the sex. With me sitting on the head I watch carefully as Jerry dried off. I bent down to give his little guy a kiss I noticed that his tool was a little worse for the wear.
"I think it was too soon for anything yet. I think you should do another cool salt water soak. I know that helped mine." I suggested.
Jerry helped me into bed and slipped out to the kitchen for a glass. The piercer had given him some saline packets. I leaned up on the bed so I could watch my brother in the bathroom. He looked hilarious sitting on the head with his dick sticking in a glass.
Five minutes later before he climbed into bed I suggested that Jerry take the rest of the condoms and put them in Dad's stocking hanging above the fireplace.
When he returned he climbed into bed on my good arm side. He kissed me good night and laid his head on my chest. I pulled him close as he snuggled into me. His breathing quickly became smooth and easy. I knew he was asleep. I enjoyed having someone in bed with me but this was different. I think, no I know that I loved my best friend and wanted him next to me the rest of my life. I also knew that we would part ways again in January and be three hours apart. For now I relaxed with my brother in my arms and slipped into sleep.
The next morning Jerry was excited as a five year old. It was Christmas and Everyone needed to get up. The smell of bacon cooking was a better motivator than Jerry's excitement.
We dressed in shorts and tank tops. I didn't have much choice and Jerry chose to match. It was good we were the same size. It was my clothes he was wearing.
In my family we met in the living room before breakfast and opened only our stockings. If things followed the patterns of the past the stocking would have nuts, an orange, candy cane and one small present. Jerry and I were first and we both got cassette tapes of our favorite artists. I guess I could listen to mine in the car. I no longer had a cassette player or a TV.
Finally Papa handed Bruce his stocking.
This was the first chapter beyond the original story. Due to input from my readers we will learning more about Bobby. I would appreciate hearing from you. ringinmine@yahoo.com