Hutch opened the package and stared at the contents. Starsky grinned up at him with heavy-lidded eyes and the intense blue of his gaze sent shivers up Hutch’s spine. He opened small leather-bound box and shook the contents onto the palm of his hand.
Five gold rings. They were all the same size and none of them looked like they would fit any of his fingers; he gazed at Starsky who was smiling on of those subtle lopsided grins that only he seemed capable of doing.
“I don’t get it Starsk.”
“On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me five gold rings.”
Hutch tried to keep the impatience out of his voice. When Starsky got like this he could be really annoying. “I can see what they are Starsky – I just don’t understand.” He tried to slip one of them on his finger but it fell off immediately. “None of them fit.”
“That’s because you aren’t trying them in the right place.”
Starsky leaned forward and kissed his partner softly. “You want me to slip one on you to see if I got the size right?”
Hutch was still kind of foggy about what these rings were meant to be used for; but Starsky’s hand was on his crotch and strong slender fingers were unbuttoning the new 205s that his partner had talked him into buying. Light began to dawn – but why five?
Starsky had succeeded in unfastening the jeans now and he was easing them down over Hutch’s hips. He placed his hand over the warm mound under the cotton of Hutch’s underpants and squeezed gently. Sliding his hands under the elastic he moved the cotton jersey down and Hutch’s erection sprang out like a jack-in-the-box. “Hello big boy.” Starsky said in a husky Mae West type voice. “Come up and see me some time.”
He slid down to the floor and kissed the tip. Then he ran his tongue along the length of Hutch’s tumescent cock. He caressed Hutch’s balls and started to hum the tune of the Twelve Days of Christmas. Hutch was squirming now; trying to hold back and desperate for relief – and he knew that Starsky had hardly started.

“You know what these rings are for now, don’t you?”
“Yea – no – I mean I….”
“The idea is that they help you keep it up longer.” Starsky reached up and took the box from Hutch’s hand. He slipped one of the rings into his mouth. “A little moisture might help in slide on better” he said as he pushed out his tongue to reveal the ring round its tip. He bent his head over Hutch’s crotch and the blond held his breath.
Starsky licked once more then used his fingers to remove the ring from his tongue and slide it down the length of Hutch’s cock. “Perfect fit.”
He took Hutch into his mouth and began to suck gently. Hutch felt his semen rising, a hot tide ready to flow. Starsky sucked a little more then withdrew.
“Is one enough?”
“Oh god, Starsky, take me please. Now!”
“One for sorrow, two for joy. Isn’t that how the rhyme goes? Well we don’t want this to be a sad occasion do we?” He took the second ring and slipped it into place. Hutch felt like his dick was in handcuffs. He was on the verge of orgasm but at the same time the rings seemed to be holding him back and keeping him hard.
“Please Starsky. Now, please.”
Starsky wiped a dewdrop of pre-cum off the tip of Hutch’s dick and put his finger into his mouth, smiling as he did so. “Isn’t it funny how bears like honey?” he said with a giggle.
“Starsky, you’re my teddy bear, now get on with the picnic, please.”
Starsky smiled again and lowered his head to go to work. Hutch was writhing in ecstasy now; he was struggling not to slide off the couch. He pressed his ass hard against the cushion and held his breath as the sucking got stronger. Starsky was exerting a pressure like he’d never felt before – maybe the rings were part of it, Hutch no longer knew or cared. He was losing control.
Starsky took him deeper into his mouth and Hutch felt the throat muscles expand to take his ejaculation. Starsky had a capability to open his throat and swallow half a glass of beer in one – and he put it to good use with his partner.
Hutch was spent. He felt his semen shoot out of him and heard Starsky gulp. The curly head withdrew and Starsky was licking his lips. “The rings are still working; do you want to take me now?”
Hutch managed to pull himself sufficiently upright to see that his cock was as hard and engorged as it had been before he came. Starsky was standing up now. He unbuckled the stout leather belt that he wore – god know why, his jeans were so tight they didn’t need to be held up. He shimmied his jeans down to his ankles and turned around. “I’ll let you do the rest.”
Hutch put his hands on Starsky’s hips and turned him back to face him. “There are three rings left…how many do you need?”
“Dunno.” He grinned wickedly.
Hutch pulled Starsky’s jockey shorts down to join his jeans and ran his fingers through the thick echo of his partner’s curly head. He ran a finger along the neatly circumcised cock that was the source of so much pleasure. Starsky sketched a salute and said “Ten – shun!” and his cock obeyed.
Hutch was still aroused and the cock rings were doing their job; he was beginning to throb with desire once again. He took one of the rings and carefully slid it to the base of the Starsky’s dark dick. “Let’s see if you can take it?” he said and he reached for the second ring. Starsky put a strong hand on his wrist. “Don’t be greedy – we need to keep some for emergencies.”
“Emergencies?”
“Yeah; like if one of us loses his in the john.”
Hutch replaced the ring in the box. He turned Starsky around and pulled him back onto his lap. He was moist from Starsky’s mouth and from his own cum and he slid into the waiting gates of heaven easily. Starsky groaned and pushed back. Hutch began to pump gently and the two men moved as one to find a more comfortable position. Hutch felt the tip of his cock make contact with Starsky’s prostate and he pushed a little more. Starsky let out a whoop as Hutch came. He wriggled his butt back against Hutch’s belly and moved just enough to keep his partner inflamed. Hutch recognized the signal to cup his hand around Starsky’s cock just in time for it to be filled with the ambrosia that he would lap up in a few seconds.

They lay together on the floor, and pale blue eyes met deep blue eyes.
“I have a question?”
“Yes.”
“I gave you the five gold rings; what are you going to give me?”