Rings are meant to be worn.

Mike had searched through his room, the kitchen and even his sisters room, much to his guilt. Trying to find lube, or something that could substitute it at least. Ultimately he failed.

Any outsider would of felt it comical, watching a young man walking around the house with his shiny oiled up cock, pointing the way as he searched to no avail.

This is where he found himself now, just outside his parents closed door. Now, on any other day he wouldn't think to go snooping through his parents room to find something, nevermind lube.

But here was the crux of the matter. When you're almost at the finish point does the method really matter?

Mike knew that he was making justifications to himself so he felt less guilty.

Cooler minds shouldn't prevail. On a impulse, Mike barged into his parents room. Too late now, he might as well take this to the end of the line.

Cock bobbing, he enters. Nothing much has changed, there's still a king sized bed with satin sheets, a nightstand and their closet.

He felt his nose twitch. Inhaling, he indentifies the odour.

Lillies, it was the light scent of his mother's body wash. She always loved that tone, she said it reminds her of nature.

Well, he was technically one with nature right now, he chuckled in horny morbid humour, glancing at his One eyed monster.

Looking around, he spied the most likely place where lube might be, the closet.

They had left it open in their haste to leave. Figure's, it was probably your mother. Well he did have to thank her.

It doesn't seem as wrong when the door's already open does it? What he was doing was checking to see if a bottle of lube was there right? Who's to know if he uses a bit and puts it back.

No harm, no foul.

Walking over to the opened closet he started searching. Naturally, it was made more difficult, trying to prevent his cock from touching his parents clothes. He didn't think his parents would appreciate his cum stains on their evening wear.

But plans are meant to be broken.

Too slow to catch in time, a long lube,cum smeared line drew a patch across his mother's Sunday dress. It just so happened to be black too.

"Fucking shit! But that did feel good though".

Spitting on his index and fore finger, he went to wipe the stain off. Unfortunately, it only made the stain wider.

"I'll just have to find the lube, finish myself off, then come back and clean it properly".

Now if that didn't sound like putting off an important job for his own benefit first, then he could pack it all up at this point.

Growing impatient, he decided to be more proactive in his search. Moving deeper into his parents closet, he found a trunk hidden beneath his parents clothes.

Bills maybe? Or maybe precious valuables?

It's the only place he hadn't looked so far.

Crouching down, he unclasped the lock and opened the lid.

Mike's eyes bulged as he saw what was inside the 'treasure chest'. Reaching in, he clasped the object and brought it out for a closer look.

What was it, you ask?

Well it was now side by side his throbbing cock, and if looks could match,it would be a close doppleganger for his cock.

There was even stains left over from its previous use.

"Jesus!"

Dropping it back into the trunk, you look inside to all the other little 'items' inside. Like a kid on Xmas, you marvel at your parents liberalism.

There were gimp masks, whips, paddles, anal beads, cuffs, pegs and even a cock ring.

Mike's fascination won out over his guilt of going through his parents most intimate items. One by one he inspected each item, just picturing his lovely mother getting whipped and pegged turned him on and on.

Finally, haven gotten to the last item, the cock ring, he spied a bottle of lube beneath .

"About bloody time. I was getting blue balls".

Unlatching the lid, he applied it generously along his length.

"That feels better", Mike said, as he let out a pleasure filled sigh while stroking his length.

Grasping the cockring still, he debated briefly.

"I'll bring it back when I come to clean mom's dress".

Mike said, as he put the toys and lube back into their rightful places, before making his way back to his room.

Giddy and horny, he closed his door, turned on the a.c. and jumped onto his bed to watch porn. Now lubed and ready to go, he got a few tissues to wipe the ring clean. He didn't want his dad's dried cum mixing with his.

Hitching his breathe, he gently lowered the cockring down his length. Mike toiled in the pleasurable feeling of the ring gripping his cock to his base.

It made it throb that match harder.

Man I wish we could all wear cockrings, all the time. It's just so damn good!

Mike finally felt his orgasm approaching. Giving himself increasingly faster strokes to match his anticipation, he felt himself finally explode. Warm strings of cum exited his tip, landing on his belly, sheets and the cock ring.

Sighing in satisfaction, he figured he could take a quick nap...