Date: Wed, 4 Oct 2017 16:06:07 +0000 (UTC) From: Kim Hansen Subject: Ring in Mine: Chapter 26 Ring in Mine Kim Terry I hope the occasional change of voice in this and other chapters isn't too confusing. It is useful to know what is happening away from Bobby. I am still combining logical chapters to post the story faster. 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. I would appreciate a short email if you are still reading my story. 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 26 In the hall outside of Bobby's room, Dr. Johnson discussed where would Bobby feel safest. The mere mention of going home sent Bobby into another anxiety attack. "I could visit him in his dorm room once a day and check up on him." Professor Brett Johnson spoke up. "I am not sure that is a good idea. Jerry told me that the housing board evicted Bobby on alleged Honor Code violations. We don't want to take the chance of his dorm parents losing their position." He looked into his wife's eyes. She knew what he was thinking. `If I feed and water him can I keep him. I'll even take him on walks.' She nodded her head. The house had seemed so empty after their son's untimely death. "He already knows my son's room is a safe place. I know he is most comfortable with Jerry sleeping beside him. The guest room would be available for you Mrs. Jones." He hoped he didn't sound too eager. Jerry stepped out of the room. "Well Bobby now knows he's been kicked out of the dorm. Don't adults know how to talk softly or at least close the door." Jerry just shook his head. "Bobby is alright staying with you Professor." "We could take him to Papa's house." Marie offered. "He has a doctor there." Jerry looked back into the room at Bobby. "It may be a long time before Bobby will feel comfortable at Grams. He loves them both, but being attacked and no one coming when he cried for help has really messed him up." "He is welcome to the room until his housing is straightened out." Dr. Johnson suggested. "He would have access to Brett's media studio in the basement." Dr. Johnson could see Bobby's face from where she stood. The sparkle in his eyes at the mention of a media studio gave her great happiness." "They threw him out for allegedly being gay. Can you deal with that?" Bruce finally put his two bits in. "We wasted precious months with our son before we came to understand that is the way that God made him. It wasn't a choice. We won't make that mistake again." Brett answered. "The police are not going to be satisfied with just talking to Marie and I. Would it be best for them to talk to him here rather than invade his safe place?" Bruce asked. A shaken boy awkwardly rolled his wheelchair out of his room with his one good arm. "I am here. Do you think maybe someone should ask me?" His voice was small and timid. His pre-Christmas confidence was gone. "So when do you want to talk to the police?" Jerry asked kneeling down so he was on the same level as Bobby. Seeing the pair of detectives waiting down the hall Bobby whispered. "Can we do it now? I want this over." "Bobby, they won't let a family member sit with you when you talk. May I suggest Dr. Johnson be there?" Bruce suggested. "They couldn't say no to having your doctor watching out for your condition." Bobby nodded. They used the consultation room. Dr. Johnson set down some ground rules with the officers. She reserved the right to pull the plug at anytime. Bobby told the officers about his confrontation with his father and it's outcome. He told about the revelations about his biological family versus what he had grown up believing. He told about Jan's threats as she repeatedly hit him with the edge of Gram's steel quilting yardstick. Dr. Johnson had one of the officers get a bottle of water for Bobby as he regained his composure. He didn't remember a lot of details about his week in hiding. The officers kept grilling him on that week. "Officers, Bobby is the victim not the criminal. I won't even prescribe the medications they put him on. The possibility for side effects are too high. If you don't have any more questions about the attack this conversation is over." Dr. Johnson announced. "Don't you think parading the fact you are a homosexual is what triggered the episode?" The older officer asked. "The bible teaches us that it is a sin. Why should god fearing people have to put up with you rubbing our noses in your unnatural behaviors." There was a knock on the door. The younger officer answered the door. "We may not be disturbed." He went to shut the door. The man in the hall stuck his foot in the door. "Is Bobby Jones in this room? I am his attorney." Bruce's middle brother was insistent. "You do know this door is not sound proof. I was fine just listening until that last homosexual statement." He rewound the tape. The door muffled much of the conversation, but the detective's loud comments about homosexuals was very clear. "Bobby, Dr. Johnson get your things. This interview is over." Bobby's attorney refused to give the detective his tape. "The next person to hear this will be the ACLU. This may be Logan, but this isn't acceptable even here." Dr. Johnson rolled Bobby out of the room directly to the elevator. "You will not contact Bobby directly. All future contact will be through me." Bruce's brother got the final shot in as he shut the door behind him. In the back of Brett's car Jerry cuddled up to his brother with his arm around him. Finally at the house Bobby was ready for a nap. This time it was his mother that cuddled up behind her son. She sang the same lullaby as Jerry. She could only stay the night. Marie spent the night in the Johnson's guest room. Jerry spent the night next to his brother. There were only a few more days before Jerry had to go back to school. The University of Utah started earlier than Bobby's school. ---------- Bobby really didn't have a lot of stuff at the dorm, mostly just clothes and school stuff. Brad and Sue tried to get Bobby reinstated but no one was listening. The group Jan was in had an unnatural influence over political and church officials. In defeat they packed his stuff and the borrowed media equipment and dropped it off at the Johnson's "You did everything you could. Thank you, but I don't want you to lose your job by not being blindly obedient." Bobby smirked. He had been cynical about the church since they had dropped his name from the church membership. "The Professor offered to let me live with them until at least the end of the school year. They really seem to like me being around." A week had made a lot of difference in Bobby. The night before Jerry's departure had finally arrived. The Johnson's had not been in bed long before it sounded like Bobby was having another nightmare. The professor grabbed a robe. He liked sleeping naked but didn't feel he needed to parade around the house that way. The sounds continued. Usually Jerry settled Bobby down more quickly than this. The door was partly open. It took a moment in the moonlit room to understand what he was seeing. A naked Jerry was kneeling between Bobby's legs. The room was bright enough that Brett could see Bobby's steel hard dick slipping into Jerry's mouth. The good doctor soon followed to check on her patient and her missing husband. "We shouldn't be watching this." She whispered. She looked down at her husband's dick standing taller than she had seen it for a long time. When Jerry rolled a condom over Bobby's dick and carefully slid it deeply into him, Brett took his wife's hand and pulled her into their bedroom. As Jerry and Bobby snuggled together in the afterglow of their shared orgasams, they could hear the sounds of the Johnson's feverish love making. "You do know they watched us for awhile, don't you?" Bobby whispered. "This is the first time we have heard them having a good time in the bedroom." "I guess we set a good example." Jerry smiled. ---------- Before Brad and Sue left, she had a private word with Bobby. "We're pregnant. I hope you will be there for the birth." They were family and promised to stay part of each other's lives. It was Sunday morning. The Johnson's didn't mention seeing us make love the night before. Jerry needed to leave early to go home, pack and make it back to his school. They did seem surprised when Jerry gave both of them a hug. "Thank you for finding my brother and for caring enough to let him stay here. You will never know how much I appreciate you letting me stay with my brother." Jerry said with tears insisted eyes. "I appreciate that you are both grown up enough to use protection." Dr. Johnson responded. "I told you they saw." I quipped. "Then they won't mind this." Jerry took me in his arms and left me panting on the steps after a long drawn out passionate kiss." Just before he pulled away from the curb he rolled his window down and blew me a kiss. "Brothers Forever." I blew a kiss back. "Forever Brothers." I called back twisting the ring around my finger. Back in the house we got ready for church. The Johnson's had invited me to go with them. The local church leaders may not believe in me, but I believed in my God and the church. That was enough for now. ---------- It was convenient living with my boss. We could discuss how the quarter would go in his class without leaving the house. Brett also had a small workout room in the basement. Often Jerry, Brett and I would workout spotting each other while lifting weights. I wasn't much help with an arm in a cast. The leg was doing better and my surgery stitches had been removed while Jerry was still here. My wounds were still quite tender. So I often just wore a light pair of shorts eliminating a shirt pulling across the pink tender skin. Jerry and I started calling Professor Johnson, Brett when we worked out together. It wasn't long before he started to shed his shirt during our workout. He had a hairy chest with well defined pecs and a flat stomach. Even after my body hair grew back in for the most part I was really smooth. It took all my self control and a heavy duty jock borrowed from Jerry to keep my member from betraying my interest. This was my boss. It didn't matter that I thought he was hot and handsome. He was married and I would have to look him in the eye at work, not perv on the bulge in his slacks like I did a lot last quarter. The day after Jerry left, Dr. Johnson had early hospital rounds before reporting to the clinic. After working out I was in desperate need of a hot shower. The workout room had a bathroom attached. It didn't have a tub. Instead it had a concrete floored shower big enough to hold a small party. For the past week Brett watched Jerry put the bag on my arm and tape it. With one arm over my head it was difficult getting clean all by myself. Brett often continued working out while Jerry helped me in the shower fully visible from the weight bench. He tried not to stare but his attention was often on the activities in the shower. I always washed Jerry's back. Before he finished the job I stood in my sweat drenched shorts with the bag and tape in my good hand. I couldn't figure out how I was manage on my own. "Brett, I think I am going to need a little help." I said. He seemed to snap out of a daze. "I didn't even think." He answered walking toward me. He thought he managed to help his son shower and then with a sponge bath towards the end of his battle with death. He could do this. He taped my cast and just as Jerry had done for the past week, slid my shorts and jock down to my ankles where I could step out of them. Naked I walked to the shower and turned the single knob. The pressure was preset. The only factor you could control was the temperature. I picked up the soap and tried to do the job on my own. I dropped the soap and slipped bending down to pick it up while trying to keep my cast dry. Brett stepped into the shower still in his shorts and helped me to my feet. He was already wet. "What the heck. I helped my son in the shower. I guess I can help you." Brett smiled. Just like Jerry he skipped the washcloth, taking the soap in hand began washing from the top down. Just as when Jerry would do the job, I was erect and throbbing. When he got to my navel he turned me around and did the back. He knelt in the shower and washed from my ankles up. Just as Jerry had done he washed between my ass cheeks. It's hard to do by by yourself trying to keep one arm dry. He handed me the soap as I finished my favorite parts. "Do you want me to wash your back?" I asked turning around. He was still on his knees. Like a magpie looking for the next addition to his hoard, Brett's eyes were glued on the shiny prize inches from his face. He stood his wet white shorts did little to protect his modesty. He was as hard as I was and much longer. "No that's alright. I'll shower upstairs." Brett answered as he started to dry me off. He dried my legs from the front. He looked up into my eyes as he applied the fluffy towel to my equipment. All dry he made sure I made it the stairs and to my room. I was getting good at dressing one handed except for the shirts. I had taken to wearing loose muscle shirts around the house because they were easy to get over the cast. He pulled the blue USU muscle shirt over my outstretched arms and made a hasty retreat to his room down the hall. He hadn't closed the door all the way. As I walked to the restroom he was stretched out on the bed with one hand wrapped around his dick. Just as he was this morning, like a moth to a flame I couldn't tear my eyes from the scene before me until he came. The first shot hit the headboard. The next two decorated his face. The rest puddled on his stomach. He wiped the trail from his face with a finger and tentatively touched his tongue. After a moment of indecision, he was scooping it in his mouth like a starving child. I made my get away before I was caught. Sitting around the kitchen table we discussed the syllabus spread across the table. He explained my role as his assistant. I would be assisting during the practical sessions in the media lab as well as reading essays and correcting tests. During the lecture sessions I would be free to attend my own classes. Our first matter of business outside of the house today would be to visit the registrar's office and adjust my class schedule. I had one major conflict with my current schedule but it was an elective held every other quarter. I would have multiple opportunities to take the art class. I wasn't sure what I should fill out my schedule with. Brett suggested a now class being offered. It was new and by invitation only. It was about film production and design. I had heard about the class but it wasn't being offered to freshmen. It turns out Professor James White was the instructor. The invitation was directly from him. I thought it would be fun. "I'm glad you think it's a great idea. You will not only be a class member, you already agreed to be his TA for the class." Brett explained as we walked back to the car. After lunch Brett dropped me off at the clinic. Dr. Johnson's practice was in a building next to the hospital. It seemed odd to be the oldest patient in the waiting room. She checked me from head to toe, pleased with the healing process. She wasn't thrilled about the level of scarring especially on my face. The line on my cheek jumped over the eye and continued on my forehead. She had told me I was lucky. If the angle of impact had been a little different I could have lost the eye. The other intersected on my cheek and took a chunk out of the bridge of my nose. I hated going into public. I felt everyone was staring at me. Feeling paranoid doesn't mean no one is staring. More than once in the waiting room, one of Dr. Johnson's patients mentioned my face to their parent. The next stop was in radiology. They took a couple of X-rays of my arm. I hoped they would be able to take the cast off early, but I wasn't getting my hopes up. A facial plastic surgeon was next. At least in his waiting room I wasn't the only person that looked disfigured. I overhead a patient who hadn't yet had their operation talking with a gentleman that looked pretty good. He pulled a picture out of his wallet and shared his before picture. I started worse than I was. I hope the doctor would be able to make my scars as unnoticeable as he had done for the man in the photo. The doctor explained procedures that went right over my head. I was still fixated on his opening statement. `I am sure we can get you back to you handsome self.' He suggested that we wait until summer or spring break so I wouldn't miss any class during the recovery. It was my third visit to a therapist. Dr. Applegate was in his 40's and pretty good looking. He insisted on informality and preferred being called Geo, Short for George. Jerry had brought me the first two time. This was my first time sitting in the waiting room on my own. I was grateful that Brett had picked up my textbooks for me with his staff discount. I had made a good start on my psychology textbook by the end of the day. "So are you still having nightmares?" The therapist asked. "Jerry left this morning. Tonight will be my first night sleeping alone and I'm scared." Even I noticed the anxiety in my voice. "He has been there when the dreams come." I was really worried about going to sleep because of the dreams. Just about everyone I know had taken a turn at hurting me one way or another in my dreams. With Mom, Papa and Grams I felt rejected because I might be gay and or had been excommunicated from the church because of Jan's intervention. I had dreams of physical attacks where no one would come help me even when they could see what was happening. I even had dreams involving situations because of my current appearance. "I think you need to share these worries with the Johnson's. I know them both very well. They will be there for you." He offered. We also talked about my other concern, my sexuality. I had man on man sex but a good looking woman could still get me hard in my jeans. It seems in my situation gay sex seemed more available. "Kinsey, said that only about 10% of men are totally straight; with another 10% totally gay. Everybody else is somewhere in between. Can you see yourself married with a family?" He asked. I could see myself happily married and enjoying sex with my spouse. I could also see me like Todd and Bill if I found the right guy. Jerry came to mind far too easily. The session ended with no real solution. I did tell Brett my fears about the nightmares. I did ask Brett over ice cream why I never heard him call his wife by her first name. "She absolutely detests it. While we were dating and she was a med student, I started calling her Doc. She was much happier with that than anything else I had tried." Brett answered. "What do you think I should call her?" I asked. "Ask her over dinner tonight." He suggested. I asked her over a dessert of peach cobbler that I had made. I used Gram's quick and dirty cobbler recipe. Her fork stopped halfway to her mouth and then lowered back to the bowl of peaches, crunchy topping and ice cream. With the speed her eyes were flickering from side to side, she was trying a variety of names. "I guess Doc will do." Brett must have called the Doc after our discussion about nightmares. She handed me a couple of pill bottles. "Take one of these now. It's for anxiety so you will be more relaxed at bedtime. The other one don't take unless you can't sleep at all." It seemed so domestic as we sat in the family room watching a movie on the TV eating popcorn. The pill must have worked. For the first time since the attack I wasn't in a panic as bed time neared. ---------- In the middle of the night the Johnsons heard cries coming from Bobby's room. Brett told his wife he would handle it. He didn't even think to grab his robe. It wasn't until he snuggled up behind Bobby just as he had seen Jerry do that he realized that both of them were naked. With Bobby pulled back into his chest and all the skin contact he had a very natural reaction. He had to adjust his erection upwards. It felt kind of good snuggled between his boy's cheeks. He thought for a moment about the phrase that had run through his mind, `his boy.' Was Bobby filling a little of the empty place in his heart left when his son had died. He felt a little guilty about that. Once Bobby had settled down he went back to his own bed. "How was he?" Doc asked. "He's doing fine now." Brett followed his statement with a passionate kiss. He spooned up behind his wife just as he had done with Bobby. The two readjusted a bit and slid Brett's member deep inside his wife. It was passionate and fulfilling for both. If Bobby had been awake to hear he would have thought the Johnson's were having nightmares. "I think I am going to like having Bobby in the house, if this is what I can expect more often." Doc announced. She had always wanted relations more often than her husband. It had been a pretty dry spell after their son's death. ----------- I would appreciate hearing from you.