Ray, Bit Of A Back Story

Ray was kind of a mystery to me, growing up. He would often give out mixed signals about being horny and overt sexuality. It may have been the family culture that we grew up in where nothing was ever plainly presented. He would be kinky one moment and a frigid prude the very next moment or the reverse. 

One day I was tidying up his room when I found his used black boxer briefs just laying like a surrealist abstract clock on the edge of his bed. It had cum and pre spots on them. Off they flew into the laundry basket together with his other used clothes. I heard him step out of the shower so I took the basket out of his room and headed for the bathroom. 

“Your turn,” he says.

I stepped in and flicked the tap and stepped into the shower stall. In the light I saw globs of cum dripping from the tiled wall and across the floor. It was then that I realized that he had been wanking in the shower. He used to joke about soapy hands gesturing with a wanking fist a couple of years before. I shouted to him that he should try hair conditioner instead, that it glided more and didn’t sting like soap does. He smirked at me and walked out of the bathroom.

Kneeling down I gathered his cum and used it as lube, not caring if he would walk in and catch me. I was hoping he would, thinking it would be way hotter to do sext stuff with another person rather than alone. Getting close, I stood up and thrust into my crummy palms and leaned into the wall, the tiles still with the rest of Ray’s fresh load. I was so out of it that I licked it up to taste him. I turned to shower off and walked out of the stall still furiously stroking. I saw the black boxers peeking from the laundry basket and quickly fished them out and shout my load into them.

After toweling off I returned to Ray’s room to ask about his boxer briefs. He quickly denied leaking or cumming into them. So I shoved the briefs close to his face.

“What’s this, then?” I asked him.

He gave me half a smirk but there was the slightest twinkle in his eyes. He said he was tired from a long day at school and wanted a bit of a lie down. I said that I could give him a back rub which peas handy because he was only in a fresh pair of boxers, easier access. He lay on his belly and asked me to ‘claw’ at his back with the tips of my finger nails, which apparently relaxed him and got him in the mood. After doing that several time I clawed lower and lower until I was clawing at his butt cheeks and thighs. His breathing became heavier and more ragged. I pushed his knees apart and clawed at his inner thighs, my knuckles drifting into contact with his nutsack. After a bit of this he spread his legs further apart which I too to be an invitation to go further. He then turns over and pulls his boxers off in one motion. 

I repositioned and raked my fingers upwards, feather-touch strokes along his taint and balls towards his glans. He was now making gurgling sounds and lightly moaning. He reach for my towel and grabbed my boner and started squeezing and rubbing me there. I copied his every mover and he started aching his back. Whatever he did I mirrored and he was just out of it wanting to nut again. He said he was close and wanted to cum. He wanted to see me cum as well so I flipped over and hover over him rubbing myself against his hardness. He took both our cocks and went for the finish. It was feeling so good that I had this urge to hug and kiss but I held back shuddering with my body’s preparation to release. He too his hands off and said he was cumming and I said so was I then humped into me and pulled me to him and started kissing me. Our cum spurted between us connecting our thrusting bodies with liquid stickiness. 

“We need to shower again!” he said. 

We got in the stall together and washed each other off, got dressed and had some snacks before the rest of the household got him for the evening.