Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2017 02:43:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Kim Hansen Subject: Ring in Mine: Chapter 6 Ring in Mine Kim Terry I feel guilty in a way for all the months I read stories from Nifty and let others pay. It seems small but it felt good to see my name on the list of donors. Help support Nifty with a donation. If you are nervous about using a credit card they accept PayPal. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Bobby is coming to terms with his new sexual outlook. This chapter contains adult situations. If this bothers you or its not legal where you live, don't read it. I would appreciate hearing from you, the reader. ringinmine@yahoo.com 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 6 A week after that night of passion and sex, the PA was healing quickly and after the first morning there hadn't been any more bleeding. I loved the feel of the ring in my dick as I took care of my morning needs. I should have waited and there was some swelling after, but it was too good to postpone. I thought it looked hot hanging there, but it took some getting used to. I was back to solo gratification. With all the roommates back there wasn't an opportunity for a repeat performance with Mike. With the limited privacy in the apartment I was always on the lookout for different venues with at least some privacy. There was one bathroom in the library annex where I worked no one ever went to. It was there I would let my fantasies run wild. I always cleaned up after myself, wiping the floor and stall door. One day I noticed damp stains on the door that weren't mine. It made beating off even hotter knowing that someone else had cum all over the place. I left my load dripping down the door. I guess the cleaning staff didn't get around to cleaning the restroom very often. Over the next week the cum stains on the door grew. The hottest was when I went in once during my break and the door was still wet and dripping. While I was getting brave in the restroom, In the gym I found myself to be self-conscious in a way that I had gotten over back in junior high gym class. I no longer swaggered from my locker to the shower with everything waving in the breeze. I would keep swimming laps until I thought the showers would be nearly empty. I hit the shower while still in my brief racing suit. I would lather up and rinse off and not till the very end would I finally drop my suit and finish the job. I faced the wall the whole time I was naked. I would securely wrap my towel around me on my way back to my locker. I loved my PA but it was going to take some time before I felt secure enough about myself to openly display it. I felt it would shout "FAG!" across the room. Being in an area controlled by a strict religion had its disadvantages. Being labeled as a queer would be the end of nearly everything I wanted. It could even earn you broken bones if some of the elite right took offense. I talked to Mike when I got a chance. He was an exhibitionist through and through. He had even streaked across campus. "You just need to get used to it. Keep going to the gym late. It's less crowded and there is a different group of guys that hang out just before closing." He suggested one morning as we walked to class. "Try being naked in the steam room. It won't take long before you're comfortable exposing yourself just like you used to." I took his advice. The steam room was half dark all the time, lit only by the light filtering in through the frosted glass doors. It wasn't huge, about 15 feet long and 8 feet wide. A bench ran along both sides leaving about a 4 foot aisle between. I had always liked the warm steam caressing my body after the cold water of the pool. When I went in I was alone. I dropped my suit and sat down. I looked down. You really couldn't see anything. I first sat there enjoying the comfortable dimness. I laid down with one leg bent. It would somewhat hide things if someone came in. I was alone for the 20 minutes left before the closing bell. I wrapped my towel around myself, hit the showers and rinsed off. The next night a fellow joined me in the steamroom. It had to be a faculty member since he entered through the door that led to the faculty locker room. I thought now or never. I sat up and spread my legs, not enough to say attack me but enough to give him a look. He did look. Through the clouds of steam I could see his dick rise. He took it in his hand and started working himself. It wasn't long before I was hard. I had just started to work my dick when he came. Some shot across the aisle and hit my leg. Another volley splashed over the interwoven band tattooed on his bicep. He watched in silence until the doorknob turned. I grabbed the towel and covered my erection. Three students walked in as my audience left though the opposite door. They looked me over, sat down facing me and kept up their conversation. One said, "The heat in here always makes me horny. Does anybody mind?" He took his meat in hand and began beating it. The others followed suit. I figured what the heck and took my stiffening manhood in hand. Watching these three somewhat obscured studs reach for their individual release was more than I could handle. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck them all, but it wasn't in the cards. I shot my load. It splashed across the guy directly opposite me. He returned the favor. The other two stood up stepped closer and shot all over my chest and groin. They left. I wanted to follow and get a good look at my partners in passion, but I didn't. I waited until the warning bell. At least this time I just held the towel in front of me. I could tell by their voices that the three guys in the showers were the three from the steam room. They were horseplaying as good friends in the gym showers often do. The tallest called, "What's wrong? Are you shy all of a sudden?" He yanked the towel and there I was exposing my ring to the world. "Hey that's hot. Are you ashamed of it? I wouldn't be if I had the balls to get one." He responded. "Its new. I'm not sure how people will react. You know how some guys are." I answered. "This late you don't have to worry about it. If someone sees it remember they are the ones staring not you. Things are really relaxed." The tallest suggested. "We wouldn't think of jerking off in the steam room during the day. But late everything's cool." The blonde with ripped abs explained. They didn't care if I had a ring in my dick. I just moved my swimming to the evening. I still couldn't bring myself to walk all the way to my locker exposed, but I could shower without acting like a junior high kid the first day of gym. I still wasn't sure how I was going to handle my weight class the next semester. It was at 10 o'clock in the morning. That is the busiest time for the locker room. ----------- If you are enjoying the story I would appreciate hearing from you. ringinmine@yahoo.com