Date: Tue, 5 Sep 2017 23:31:18 +0000 (UTC) From: Kim Hansen Subject: Ring in Mine Chapter 13 Ring in Mine Kim Terry 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. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This chapter contains adult situations. If this bothers you or its not legal where you live, don't read it. If you have taken the time to get this far in the story I would appreciate a short email. ringinmine@yahoo.com I have received some positive comments and suggestions for the story. It original ended at Chapter 16. Because of your comments I am up to chapter 25. The reason for the gap in posting was I got caught up in writing. Enjoy. 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 13 It was early the next morning. The sun was still a couple of hours from making its appearance for the day. I found Mark cuddled up next to me. I put my arm around him and pulled him closer. He didn't wake up but settled in with his head snuggled up to my chest. His hand found my balls. I fell back into slumber with a smile on my face. I woke again to the sound of the toilet flushing. The sun was just making itself known outside. "I'm sorry I if I bothered you last night," Mark apologized with big puppy dog eyes. "When it's cold, you keep warmer cuddled together. You look cold now. I can see goose pimples all over you. Get under the covers or you'll freeze," I ordered. Mark crawled back under the covers and I pulled him close to me. "Let's get you warm," I said. He snuggled up with with head on my chest. We sort of tangled together. One cold body and one warm. His hands were judicially place, as were mine, but his leg was stretched across my warm dick. "You're naked," Mark commented with surprise in his voice. "I always sleep naked," I replied. He practically purred like a kitten. I began to think maybe he needed a friend more than a lover. I remembered how reassuring physical contact with my brother was as I was growing up. I rethought my strategy with this vulnerable soul clutched to my chest and pulled him closer. We fell back asleep. I finally got up for the morning before Mark did. When he stumbled out of the bedroom it was to the smell of bacon, hash brown potatoes and frying eggs. "That's quite a breakfast you're cooking," Mark commented. "I am cleaning out the fridge. It has to be empty and defrosted during the break." I explained. We ate until the platter was clean. I needed to burn off most of those calories. "I thought we could go hiking up in the canyon," I answered. "There is this hot springs I've heard about. I've always wanted go see what they were like, but have never had the time." "I hoped we could look around campus," Mark answered. The campus and pretty much the whole town closed down on Sunday so I agreed to give him the grand tour today. After walking around campus we didn't find hardly anything open. The student union was still open on limited hours for the weekend. We ended up bowling. Neither of us were any good but we had a great time. The cafeteria was closed but the snack shop was serving sandwiches. We played pinball for awhile. They had this new game called Pong. It was a black and white ping pong computer game. It was really cool what the computer could do. I ran out of quarters so we continued our tour of the campus grounds. As we passed the sports complex, he wanted to look inside. The sign clearly stated it was closed for the holiday. We tried anyway. I guess it really was closed. "I was hoping we could go swimming." Mark commented a little downhearted. As we walked to the dorm I remembered the city pool. I had never been there but the local high school practiced there so it had to be decent sized. I suggested hitting the pool in town and grabbing a burger. Mark brightened up pretty quickly. We were pretty much the same size so I grabbed a couple of racing suits and headed to the municipal pool. The shallow end was full of kids. The reserved lap lanes were just freeing up after the city's swim team practice. We waited with a couple of over twenty's for the kids to head for the locker rooms. The taller one kept readjusting the massive bulge in his speedo. "If you wore a tighter suit under that suit, that thing wouldn't slow you down as much." His friend teased. "But the girls and guys wouldn't stare." He winked at Mark and I. Maybe we hadn't been as subtle in our admiration as we should have been. There is nothing as calming for me than swimming laps. My brain shuts down and I swim. There was no racing as we had to pace the others in our lane. After an hour Mark wanted to hit the boards. I could dive but was never competitive. I had never liked heights and to be competitive you had to master the high boards. Mark took to the low board and barely made a splash. I followed. My dive wasn't perfect but at least I didn't embarrass myself. After a couple of dives watching Mark twist and turn in the air before slipping into the water, I felt like an amateur. Mark moved to the high board. Amazing dive, after amazing dive was building an audience. It was like watching the olympics. He encouraged me to give it a try but I kept my feet firmly on the ground. A couple of locals stepped up to the challenge but fell short in execution. Mark was definitely in his element. The unsure shy kid slipped behind the mask of a talented self assured competitor. Back in the locker room the shy Mark returned. There were a lot of young kids and I refused to flash my jewelry in front of little kids. We dried off and postponed showering until we got back to the dorm. We grabbed some Chinese to go. Next to the restaurant was a new video rental store. I still had the equipment from the school in Mike's room. We rented a couple of Clint Eastwood films and headed home for the evening. We took turns feeding each other pieces of sweet and sour chicken. Dinner was good and the company was better. Mark talked about his diving. His coach thought he had a chance to take state. He was remembering the good things going on his life beyond his missing friend. I offered to let him use the shower first. "It's your place you go first." He countered. The building was cooling down as the temperature dropped outside. I grabbed some sweats for Mark and a set for me. I dropped my clothes on the bathroom floor and climbed into the warmth of rising steam. I hadn't been in the shower two minutes when Mark joined me. "It was cold out there. We're swimmers we are used to showering with our team." He explained. I remember helping a team member shave but never washing each other's back or fronts. Wrapped in sweats we settled in Mike's big bed and started the movie. Mark cuddled up next to me with his head on my shoulder. Being the only students in the building I must not have locked the door to the apartment. "How sweet. Should have guessed you were a queer. I can't wait to tell everyone at home." Jeremy looked toward the video equipment. "I think a couple of these should buy my silence." "Get your hands off of that. It isn't mine." I ordered. I had enough. I was tired of letting this bully push me around. Jeremy picked up the one piece that was mine, the television and threw it against the wall. The picture tube exploded with a loud pop. Jeremy was twice my size, but I didn't care. I smashed my head into his stomach. It knocked him to the floor. Jeremy wasn't used to having me fight back. He began beating on me. I remember hitting my head and that was it. When I came to, a paramedic was bending over me. Jeremy was in handcuffs. A burly cop stood behind him having a conversation with Brad like they were old friends. "I think he is going to be fine but he really needs to go to the emergency room and be checked out." The paramedic explained. The officer asked me a bunch of questions. "We have him for assault, theft and property damage. Because of the value of the video camera it's going to be a felony." The officer explained. "Since he's family he says you won't press charges." "Throw the book at him." I answered. "And throw away the key. Put him is cell with a big guy named Bubba." Mark told me what had happened as Brad drove me to the hospital. He had run downstairs and pounded on Sue's and Brad's door. They were having some quality time. All Brad understood of Mark's high speed explanation was that some guy was hitting me and had smashed my tv. Brad being a security guard grabbed his gun and watched the numbers on the elevator switch from 2 to 1. "You should have seen his face. The doors opened and there was Brad in his bathrobe pointing his gun at him." Mark laughed. "I think he wet his pants." Jeremy had pushed the up button. The doors closed before Brad could get to the elevator. Brad had reached up and flipped the emergency shutdown switch for the elevator. "He was still in there when the police arrived sitting there in his wet pants." Mark was still laughing. While I was at the hospital Brad's officer friend stopped by to check on me. I overheard part of their conversation. "His car was full of drugs. I don't think your boy here is going to need to worry about his cousin for a long time." Brad and his friend began chuckling. After x-rays and a few stitches in my head, the doctor declared me ready to go. Happily I had hit my head early otherwise Jeremy would have beat on me more. The only major loss was the TV. Sue had tried calling my parents to let them know what was happening. She succeeded reaching Papa. "He was worried about you. But he was laughing at your cousin's predicament." Sue smiled. "I think I like your Papa a lot. He wants you to stop by his place before you go home, just in case." I am glad we had worn sweats to watch TV. It would have been embarrassing if we had been naked through the ordeal. ----------- If you are enjoying the story I would appreciate hearing from you. ringinmine@yahoo.com