I was 29 years old when I moved into Ray's condo.
He was helping me out with my 'situation'. I'd just gotten divorced from my wife of four years. We just hadn't worked out, no harm no foul.
The problem was I couldn't afford a place on my own. I didn't want to go through the process of fixing my torn-up '86 Chevy pickup just to have something to commute in, so I had to live close enough to work to either use public transportation or bike/walk it.
Ray lived in a condominium development that went up insanely fast. February, it was a field that had been a foundry. August, the first tenants were moving in. They didn't try to hide what it'd been, calling the place "Villas at the Foundry"
They were super nice condos, three or four bedroom, one or two car garage, three levels.
Ray's was at the very back, next to the eight foot high privacy fence that segregated the place from a large retaining pond and, on the other side of that, a nature preserve. The first time I'd stopped by, Ray'd shown me that you could sneak out through gaps in the fence to get to both.
He'd offered his spare bedroom to me when he found out I'd be living in some microscopic studio in the shit part of town. I could have the spare room, some of the fridge but none of the garage. He needed that for his two motorcycles and the M5. All of that for ¼ of the rent.
"The garage is all yours." I told him. A day later I sold the truck to a buddy looking for a 'fixer upper'.
We set into a pretty relaxed schedule. Ray worked the opposite shift at the same place I worked. For three or four days I wouldn't see him at all, then on the days off he'd be partying with his circle of friends or gaming. I'd be working on my Masters and doing some pickup tutoring work. We'd usually pick one night to hang out, maybe do some retro Goldeneye or MarioKart.
The beginning of the second month was when Ray started getting laid. A lot.
I'd known he was kind of a ladies man. Everyone at work knew he got pretty much whatever he felt like. The first night he brought a girl home it shocked the shit out of me. There was yelling and laughing and screaming and cursing. Half of the condo felt like it was moving to it.
The next morning, there she was. This petite little thing maybe 4'11". She had the look of "I got the shit fucked out of me last night and I don't care who knows." Hair was screwed up, makeup was screwed up, clothes were disheveled.
Ray was standing at the kitchen wearing a pair of loose fitting sweatpants on his decently built 6'3" frame. His short, light brown hair was freshly showered, his light brown...almost amber eyes were behind the glasses he only wore at home. The girl glanced at me with disinterest, but looked at Ray like he was her new messiah.
"Making pancakes, want some?" He asked. I said yes.
That night was the first I'd been around for. That girl was the first one I remembered. Neither would be close to the last.
Six months later I returned from a trip to the Cascades where I'd been camping and climbing. I opened the door to hear a raucous fleshy slapping. I walked up the stairs to the living room area to see Ray slamming himself into a somewhat stocky older gal who was bent over the breakfast bar egging him on, "Come on! You want to get it right? Fucking get it! Fucking! Get! It!"
Her excessively large breasts swayed below her to the time of his slamming. Every time he jammed himself into her they went forward and hit the underside of the breakfast bar with an additional 'wap'.
Ray was in good shape. His tensed arms pulled her wide hips against him, his taut ass flexed and his upper legs hit hers a split second before his groin hit her ass. Even though I was a bit interested in her, I found myself glancing at him as well.
I must have stood there watching for an uncomfortable amount of time... I was very erect, I noticed that as soon as I remembered I was watching my roommate fucking. The room smelt of energetic sex.
Something in my brain must've clicked that 'You're being a perv'. I quietly...or so I thought...crept towards the stairs up to the bedrooms. "OH HEY!" Ray said with a direct thrust and slap, "Welcome back, how was Washington?"
I sort of didn't look but did, "Uh...it was fine..good..great yeah, I'll just head up to my room." I took two more steps.
"Sure, hey, I'll be up in a bit. Let me and Kate here finish up and we'll be right there." He went back to his rhythm, "Oh, Kate, that's Joe...Joe, Kate."
Nice...to...oh fuck YEAH!...you...OH FUCK Joe!" Kate said in a husky voice, punctuated by thrusts.
The hollering went on for another five or six minutes. It was finalized by a, "Jesus CHRIST Ray. Can I have my fucking pussy back?"
A moment or two later there was a knock on my door. I replied to it with a 'come in' to have the door open and Ray, in all his naked glory, stood there. His erection was still prominent as he leaned on the door jamb, "Sorry about that, wasn't sure when you were gonna be back. Katie called me this afternoon wanting a bit of relief. Who am I to let a lady suffer, right?" With every word his cockhead bounced a little. Fascination kept me wanting to look at it, my sense of heterosexuality kept me staring at his face.
"It's all good." I replied.
He stretched, "Let me take a shower quick and you can have it, cool?" I nodded, "Pretty sure I'm gonna have to call Dawn later. I love screwing Katie but can't get off." He turned and I glanced fully at his cock.
It looked at least an inch shorter than my seven inches. It was also thicker by a decent amount. He shaved, and his balls were slick and reflecting the light from the hallway.
A small drop of something dripped onto my lower belly under the covers.
Ray was in good shape, but I was in better. He was taller than me by five inches, but I had him on muscle mass and lower body fat. I was still a bit torn up about the divorce and hadn't been comfortable with the idea of dating, much less screwing anyone.
