Ring in Mine
Kim Terry
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Ring in Mine: Chapter 40
We rode home with Brett and Doc. It really felt like home as we walked through the front door. Brett took a moment for a hug from each of us. I was looking forward to a hot shower and clean clothes. Doc reminded us that it was Sunday and church was in a couple of hours.
Jerry and I only showered. Ok we washed each other but no more than that. Doc had washed all of Jerry's stuff and his good clothes were hanging in the closet. As we drove down the street a parked car pulled into traffic as we passed. Was this one of the good guys or bad. The main weakness of this plan was that someone had to make an attempt if we wanted the charges to stick.
Someone had taken it upon themselves to out Jerry and I to the congregation. As what looked like a kind old lady was informing us of the evils we were bringing the House of the God, I caught sight of a smug familiar face.
"Brett, do you know the fellow on the end of the row ahead of us?" I asked. Just then as if he knew we were looking he turned and chuckled.
"I haven't seen him here before. He must be new." Brett answered.
"I saw him in uniform at the police station last week." I shared. He left before the meeting ended with one final smirk.
On the way to Sunday School class I had to use the toilet. Brett and Doc went on ahead to save seats. As Jerry and I came out of the restroom we were confronted by the leader of the congregation.
"What were the two of you doing in there?" He didn't even give us a chance to answer. "It has come to my attention that you are the boys that were taken to cure your homosexuality. It looks like it didn't work."
He looked directly at me. "You have had your membership in this church revoked. What are you doing here?"
"I am here to worship my God. I did not take the sacrament. I did pray to my father to forgive those who judge others without knowing the whole story." As I got my dig in Jerry was trying not to laugh at the indignant look on his pompous face.
"Leave now. You are not welcome here. I will not have you spreading your filthy disease to the young men in my care." He was nearly shouting.
"I need to tell Brother Johnson where we're going so he doesn't worry." Jerry announced.
He grabbed our collars and escorted us to the doors and watched as we walked to the sidewalk.
I could just imagine what he was going to tell the Johnsons.
The day was warm for the end of February. It's amazing. Forty degrees in the fall is freezing. After the single digits of winter, forty degrees was nearly shirt sleeves weather. It was only a four block walk back home. I had my keys in my pocket. Even though I didn't know where my car was I felt lost without my keys.
We hadn't walked more than a block when a car pulled up alongside matching our speed. The dark window lowered. It was the cop from church.
"Looks like you got kicked out of the chapel. Hop in I'll give you a ride home." He offered.
I remembered seeing Bruce and this officer in conversation at the police station. For all we knew he was part of either Bruce's scheme or the reprogrammer's. I felt like the stranger danger they talked about in elementary school. We started to walk faster. He kept pace with us.
"You know I'm a cop. If you know what's good for you,you'll get in the car." This guy wasn't catching on. We started to walk just this side of running. He pulled ahead and started getting out of the car. Jerry and I took off running in the wrong direction. He got back in the car and made a u-turn. A black car pulled into the intersection and stopped effectively blocking his path. He was shouting at the other driver. It was an oriental gentleman. From the little we overheard as we rounded the corner the driver of the black car didn't speak English.
Just then a familiar car pulled up to the curb. Doc's face in the passenger's seat was a welcome sight. We climbed into the backseat.
"When you didn't arrive for class we came looking for you. We were told you were fooling around in the restroom and bolted out the door when you were caught." Brett explained.
"I wondered what story he was going to come up with." I explained the incident from our point of view, especially the part of dragging us to the door and pushing us out. Brett was obviously not happy.
Brett asked why we hadn't taken the direct route home. If he hadn't seen us run around the corner he wouldn't have found us that easily. Jerry explained about the slimy officer from church and the black car that stopped his pursuit.
At home Brett called Paul about the guy from church.
"Ask him when I can get my car back." I called from the couch. Brett didn't have a quick answer back so I knew the news wouldn't be good.
"They seem to have lost your car. The police impounded it. It was checked into the lot and on paper it's still there." This sounded more like Bruce's way of making me pay for defying him. He couldn't cut off my funds but his friends could take away my Buick. I fully expected it turn up burned out somewhere.
After lunch, Jerry and Brett watched basketball while I finished my homework. It was good to hear Jerry yelling at the referees. For me I made the mistake of having time to think. I put up such a brave front that I'm not sure that anyone knew how much I hurt inside. Maybe Doc knew, she appeared at the bedroom door with a plate of cookies. She sat on the bed and patted the space next to her. She pulled my head to her chest and I began to silently cry.
"I see how being rejected by your family is ripping you apart and I feel like such a hypocrite. This is what I did to Christopher for about the same reason." Her tears were evident in her voice. "I don't know how you can be so strong all the time. You are strong for Jerry. You even are strong for Brett and I."
"Why did they have to take my car? It was Papa's Buick." With everything going on, being in danger anytime I left the house, it seemed odd that right now it was the car I was crying about. Just then the doorbell rang. We had decided that we wouldn't hangout where we were visible from the street. Jerry met me on the stairs to the basement. We went past the laundry room and climbed under the stairs. We had created a set of boxes that could be pulled into the opening after us. We waited for the code word. We heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Those two have to be here somewhere. What went wrong this morning?"
"I made sure everyone knew they had a sodomite in their midst. Just as planned they were asked to leave. They wouldn't get into the car. Just when I thought I had them some stupid tourist got in the way. Why don't they learn English?"
I heard another set of steps coming down the stairs and they quit talking.
"Good evening officers. I am legal counsel for the Johnson's. May I see the search warrant. You didn't leave a copy with them." Paul's welcome voice rang out.
"No need we are leaving." Something about this officer's voice seemed familiar
"I will need to see it anyway." Paul insisted. After a pause he continued, "Thank you officers. I will let you be on your way."
It wasn't until the five of us were having a light supper that I connected the dots.
"Paul, one of the officers sounded a lot like one of the guys that worked us over last weekend."
"I will have Agent Fairchild look into who had last weekend off."
Jerry followed me into bed as naked as I.
"The bed seems a little empty without Danielle." Jerry noted.
I cuddled up behind Jerry and took his soft dick in my hand and nibbled on his ear. It only took a couple strokes and he was no longer soft.
"Roll on your back or we are going to be sleeping in cummy sheets." I instructed my favorite brother.
I started licking his shaft taking extra time running my tongue over the steel balls on either side of the glans. Jerry was not being quiet as he encouraged me to greater efforts. I wasn't ready to swallow him so I moved to his smooth balls. They were getting a little stubbly. It was time for us to shave again.
I pulled his knees over my shoulders and started licking his hole. He must have been on a hair trigger I missed his first blast of cum that landed across his face. The second splashed across mine. I finally latched onto his spasming hardness swallowing the rest of the load.
Jerry pulled my face up to his. He used his tongue to clean up his cum from my face. I returned the favor. Oddly little Bob was still soft. I was content to snuggle up to my brother with my head on his chest listening to his breathing.
The next morning it was up early to work out. I grabbed really short unlined nylon shorts and threw a pair to Jerry. Brett came downstairs to two mostly naked boys bouncing freely in their shorts as they worked out. Brett ditched his shirt and we began our workout in earnest.
We called it quits and stripped for the shower. Brett seemed reserved unwilling to initiate any touching. Jerry and I washed and then took a razor to each other's balls. There was no reason for last night's stubble. Brett watched our efforts intently. I carefully took Brett's hand and placed it on my freshly shaved balls.
"Did I get them smooth enough?" I asked. Brett just nodded.
Jerry took his back and I took his front. It was our regular routine. Wash down to the waist then from the feet back up. I was eye level with a fully hard Brett. I reached out and wrapped a soapy hand around his manhood. Jerry reached between his legs and massaged his balls. I removed my hand and let the soap rinse down his legs.
I looked up to his eyes and licked my lips. He looked down at me and licked his. I leaned forward and took the head of his dick between my lips. I was expecting him to pull back, but hoped we would thrust forward. He stayed still but put his hands on my head. Taking this as permission I used my skills and after a couple of attempts I had him down my throat. He pulled my head closer. My nose was already buried in his curly dark hairs. He began to shudder as I felt his manhood throb. After the first shot I pulled back refusing to waste the whole load down my throat without tasting it. I didn't know until later that Jerry had a well soaped finger massaging his prostate. I leaned around Brett and share the last of his load with Jerry. We all turned as we heard Doc clapping.
"That was beautiful. As much as I love you Brett, I never really enjoyed blow jobs except for how good they made you feel. I will leave that up to you two now."
Brett still had not said a word.
"Do you still want to Brett?" He nodded his head again. "Go ahead and do it."
He reached out and took hold of our dicks and pulled us side by side. He lowered himself to his knees and tentatively reached out and licked first mine and then Jerry's hard cocks.
After the first touch he was like a kid with a lollipop. Make that two lollipops of different flavors and not sure which one he likes better. He switched from one to the other, never taking them very deep but he was acquainting himself with the wonderful hard yet pliable feel of a velvety cock head on his tongue. He eventually tried to take more cock then he could handle and gagged.
"Don't worry about taking them all this first time. Just enjoy how it feels to have a cock in your mouth." I started beating my meat while he was paying attention to Jerry. It wasn't long before the hot scene playing out below my waist came to its forgone conclusion. I blew my load across Brett's face. He caught the last few volleys in his mouth and he swallowed. Jerry began to shoot. Brett was covered with cum. We had to hurry if we were going to make it to school on time. We helped Brett wash the cum off of him and we all ran upstairs naked and hurriedly dressed.
Doc met us at the door with egg sandwiches, On the way Brett had a question for Jerry.
"Jerry you've been in my class for a week. Are you enjoying it?" Brett asked.
Jerry explained that it was more interesting than he ever thought it would be.
"Professor White and I have been talking. I've already cleared it with Student Services. If you would like to continue taking the classes we can get you credit and I know my teaching assistant will help you catch up on the missing work. The English professor is also agreeable if you finish the writing assignments that you have missed. That comes up to 12 credits. That is enough to count as a full load. Your scholarship will pay for your tuition and you can share books with Bobby." It was like Brett was trying to get the whole thing said without breathing.
"What about my pre-law degree?"
"We have a good program here. You would do your master's degree at the UofU. Here you can continue to live with Doc and I. Bobby will be there too."
As the classes started Jerry wasn't just killing time, he was serious about his education and took lots of notes. As we were walking across campus to our last class Jerry was carrying the shared backpack. The sidewalk was crowded. Jerry saw the silver glint of the knife just before I did. He had been swinging the backpack back and forth. As the knife shot forward Jerry brought 30 lbs of books and supplies down on the extending arm.
The knife grazed my leg tearing my pants and the skin beneath. The knife fell to the ground. The tip had signs of blood on it. I hoped Jerry broke the offending limb. It was only a moment later that a guy and girl that looked like students had the attacker in handcuffs. With the threat neutralized they looked for the knife. Just then the cop from church walked up.
"I'm a sheriff's deputy, what's going on here?" He shouted. I didn't have to say anything. An oriental fellow stepped up behind him gun drawn. Keep your hands where we can see them. Another pair of handcuffs were produced. The knife at his belt when pulled from its sheath had wet blood on the tip.
"That's one of the bad cops. Let's see if we can find the other ones."
The two agents were marching their captives toward the parking lot. The girl had faded back into the crowd. It had all happened so fast we weren't even late for class. Happily the scratch had already stopped bleeding. Class was uneventful. We hung out at the library working on homework until Brett was ready to go. I really missed my Buick. Brett owned the car Jerry had been driving. He didn't dare ask for it.
Brett was quiet as we walked to the car. I was afraid we had pushed him too far this morning. When we arrived at the house the first order of business was Doc taking care of the deep scratch. With some antiseptic I was declared ready to go.
A nervous Brett disappeared into the bedroom with Doc. I tried to listen at the door but they weren't talking loud enough to hear. Finally they came out. They both had concerned looks on their faces.
"Boys get dressed we are going out." Brett announced. Things were getting more and more mysterious. When we were seated at the Italian restaurant in town. Professor White was already at the table.
Nothing was revealed until the orders were taken and the minestrone was served.
"We have a potential problem, boys." Doc said. "I have a conference I have to attend."
"The problem is that I learned today that I need to present at a national librarians convention next weekend." Brett announced. "With everything going on we don't feel good about leaving you on your own. James has agreed to stay at the house."
We both liked James. I would feel better not being on our own. I would be on my own teaching the Friday class. It was a topic I could handle. Doc was leaving on Tuesday, with Brett leaving on Thursday. James would be driving us home on Thursday.
Tuesday morning Brett was a reserved in the shower. There was no oral sex but he had no problems soaping up Jerry and I. We were lucky we were all right handed as we stood in a triangle working each other's dicks. I came first and dropped to my knees with giving up my hold on Jerry. First Brett then Jerry blew their loads all over me. I had to wash my hair again. It was a great way to start the day.
We all gave doc a hug and a kiss on the cheek as we left. She wouldn't be home until Sunday night late. Brett's was a bit more than a kiss on the cheek. There was more than a little groping of his bulge.
The day went well. There were no attempted kidnappings so or stabbings. It was sort of boring. James' class as always was interesting with new ideas on how to make a film more attention grabbing. When you only have five minutes to get your message across you didn't have time for a lot of fluff.
We met Brett for our ride home. Our first stop was the police station. Agent Fairchild was accompanied by Agent Moore. I almost wanted to turn around and leave. They had checked work records for the weekend of the kidnapping. They wanted to do a line up of various officers seeing if I could recognize any of the voices.
I didn't want to see them, just listen. So I turned around and faced away from the one way class. The officers thought they were participating in a planning session for a training dealing with individuals with physical handicaps. I listened. Every time I heard the voice I recognized. I put a tally mark on a sheet of paper. Agent Moore was writing down who was talking at the time.
After half an hour I had identified the same officer 15 times and never identified anyone else. I then turned around and looked over the officers. They had turned the volume down so I could look them over without the influence of sound. They were all facing the window. On one side I could see the easel the moderator was writing on. I had never seen his face, so I was looking for basic build and mannerisms. One of the officers made my blood run cold. They never told me if that was the guy whose voice I identified. I just wanted to leave.
We stopped at a burger joint for dinner. I caught a glimpse of the oriental agent at the restaurant. It was good to know they were still watching over us. We did homework and then settled in for a movie. The fireplace was going so it was warm. We watched in wearing shirts and underwear. Brett put Clockwork Orange into the VHS.
"Doc doesn't like the film so I never get to watch it.' Brett announced.
It was different. As the movie progressed it was almost too warm for the tshirts. I took mine off first. Jerry and Brett followed suit. Even though the sex was done on high speed it raised bulges in the thin fabric. There was a little bulge rubbing going on.
After the movie we headed for bed. Showered and teeth brushed Jerry and I finally climbed into bed in our usual lack of attire. We were in the middle of a not so chaste kiss when Brett walked in.
"I don't like sleeping alone. May I bunk up with you?" Brett asked.
"Not wearing your underwear. Strip down and climb in." Jerry offered. He turned back the covers and offered the center position to our guest.
I was wondering if this was only going to be a sleeping arrangement. I decided to test the waters. I leaned in and kissed his cheek. He turned his toward me and I replayed the kiss but on his lips. He was in no hurry to back off so I ran my tongue over his lips. I slowly slipped my tongue between them. There was no resistance. Then his tongue touched mine. It turned into a game of tongue tag. I would touch his tongue with mine and retreat. His would follow each time a little deeper. It was just getting really good when we were interrupted.
"Bobby, I know your mother taught you to share." Reluctantly I gave over my prize to my brother. I kissed and nuzzled Brett's smooth neck. He must have shaved before coming for bed. The kiss was getting a little noisy but was drowned out by the moan when I latched onto Brett's nipple.
I eventually returned to the kiss and inserted a third tongue. It was a lot like the night with Danielle, but with a handsome muscular man instead. Jerry backed out of the kiss. I thought he would go to Brett's nipple but he skipped that and went for the main course. Brett gasped into my mouth as Jerry swallowed him completely. I knelt across Brett's chest and offered my balls. He first licked and then pulled them into his mouth. With both in at the same time he massaged them with his tongue.
I felt Jerry rearrange his angle on the bed. He was climbing between Brett's legs, pushing his knees forward. I knew where Jerry was going. I wondered how Brett would handle getting his ass eaten. I hoped he wouldn't bite down when Jerry stuck his tongue into his hole. Instead he spit my balls out.
"Fuck that feels good." Brett shouted. After a couple of minutes he started licking behind my balls pushing me forward until he had his tongue on my ass. He was new at this but like a blow job there is never a bad rimming.
"Let's switch things up." Jerry announced. Jerry pulled Brett to the edge of the bed exposing Brett's ball and ass. I noticed he grabbed the lube from the night stand. Brett hadn't resisted yet; I guess we were going to see how far we were going to get.
I knelt over Brett in the classic 69 position. I took Brett into my mouth at the same time Jerry's well lubed finger slipped into his ass. I didn't want Brett to come too early so I moved to his balls. Brett finally swallowed the dick hanging into his face as Jerry slipped a second finger in. Jerry was going slow and easy. I knew what he was going to try and knew Brett was going to need a distraction.
I flipped around kissing Brett while I rubbed my crotch against his. I felt Jerry's free hand lubing Brett's dick. He then used a finger to work lube into my hole. When I felt Jerry rub Brett's dick head against my hole I pushed back letting the head slip past my ring. When I was ready I leaned down, kissed Brett, and pushed his dick completely into me. I knew from the way Brett flinched, Jerry had slipped his dick past Brett's ring. If he were going to complain, he would have to do it past my tongue buried deep in his mouth.
Finally Brett relaxed. I pulled partly off his dick and buried him deeply into me again. Jerry and I set a pattern. When I pulled off Jerry pushed in and vice versa. I moved my mouth to let him breathe. I was afraid he was going to pass out.
"Fuck that feels good...Fuck...Fuck me!" He cried out. If Doc had been in the house she would have heard for sure. I'm not sure the neighbors didn't hear.
I started beating my meat I needed to cum, now! I guess my spasming ass must have triggered Brett. I could feel him unload deep inside of me. Jerry was only a minute later. I leaned down and kissed my friend, mentor, father figure and lover. Jerry came back from the bathroom with a washcloth and towel. He cleaned up the cum from Brett and I. Then he cleaned his dick. We were wasted. We rearranged ourselves in bed. Jerry stole a last kiss and Bretts boys snuggled up on either side.
"Doc knew we would play around while she was gone, but this needs to remain between us. I'm up for tenure this year. Fucking around with my students wouldn't help at all."
We promised we wouldn't say anything, especially if we could do it again.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Brett asked.
"Definitely a promise!" Jerry answered and I agreed.
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