I would like to add that the writer of the badfic could well be a teenager. If a grown up Ray is still using the bathroom as his primary pleasuring center? Repressed much?

Unless Ray is sharing his bedroom with his family, there are really more comfortable ways to relieve the tension.

IJS.

I'd guess the writer of the fanfic is a teenage girl whose knowledge of male genitalia comes from nicking her mother's Playgirls and reading her friends' badfic.

The line about "his new porcelain lover, the toilet" gave me the best laugh I've had all day.

From the sound of this particular badfic, the writter must come from an alien species that's had no firsthand experience with sexual activity of any sort.

I would like to add that the writer of the badfic could well be a teenager. If a grown up Ray is still using the bathroom as his primary pleasuring center? Repressed much?

Word to that, Daniel. While I have spent occasional stretches living on someone's couch, I've pretty much had my own private room in which to get all cozy and comfortable with myself, more or less since adulthood.

I've pretty much had my own private room in which to get all cozy and comfortable with myself, more or less since adulthood.

Heh. This kind of reminds me of the sort of line Bob Hope used to get in the movies, "I'll have you know I've been dressing myself since I was 32!"

Then again, if, as the story seems to be saying, Ray's libido has run amok to the point that he's no longer able to use self-control regarding expression of same... perhaps retiring to a room with a tile floor, ceramic furnishings, and a readily available shower is wise after all.

This discussion takes me back to the days when I had two roommates and one hour each week (11pm to midnight Fridays) when neither would be home. Phone calls and requests to give friends rides home from work were not well received in that hour.

That would be logical, especially considering the distances men are capable of in those fics.

"I'll have you know I've been dressing myself since I was 32!"

::snerk:: Hec. Yeah, I feel like I should be using something like "Hey, baby, I finally have my own room," as a pickup line.

perhaps retiring to a room with a tile floor, ceramic furnishings, and a readily available shower is wise after all.

Hmm... good point, Matt. I mean, the way it's described, it sounds as if Ray is literally shaking back and forth with the violent motion of his whacking.

That's just asking for the stuff to go flying in every conceivable direction.

The writer lets us see into Ray's mind while he and Fraser are having dinner.

All Ray can thinnk about is how hot Fraser is and how much Fraser drives him crazy and how he wants Fraser and needs Fraser. Only less coherent than that. I half expected Ray to lunge across the table, rip Fraser's clothes off, and have his way with him right there.