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My Friend Raymond 2
Saturday seemed to really drag on. I slept late, then had some breakfast and hung around watching TV until a little before noon. My mom was surprised, since I was usually a get-up-and-go kind of guy on Saturdays.
"Hey, Ray, anything wrong?" she asked.
"No," I said, "just lazy. I wish school's over. Nobody's doing much in class now, just marking time. I wanna be out, goin' to college, workin', whatever, y'know?"
"Yeah, Ray, well it will be over before you know it."
I decided to go out and join the usual early afternoon pick-up basketball game on the neighborhood playground, so I said, "Mom, I'm going out to shoot some hoops with the guys. See you later. And, oh, a friend and I are getting some dinner together and going out, so I might be home late, or stay over at his place if it's OK."
I had shown my mom that I was good about keeping in touch with her and staying out of trouble, so she said "Just call and let me know when to expect you. Us hens don't sleep well when we don't know where our chicks are," and gave me a little kiss on the cheek as I went out.
I played ball with the guys for a couple of hours, and went over to my friend, Jared's, apartment after to hang out. Jared was one of the guys that never seemed to join the talk about their sex conquests with the girls, and I suspected that he was gay, though I didn't know for sure. As I said, being gay in my world was not exactly something you did in the open, except for a couple of real flaming queens, who everyone tolerated because they were so entertaining. Jared's mom and dad both worked on Saturday, so we had his apartment to ourselves.
"Jared, man, I got a question," I said.
"Yeah, man? Shoot," he said.
"Well, you know that you and I have been friends since we were little kids," I said, "and so I don't want you to take this wrong."
"What you want to ask me?" he said, looking a little apprehensive.
"Well, you know, when us guys talk about our experiences with girls, you never say anything, and I, well, y'know, I wondered if you were queer or somethin'," I said. "I mean, like, have you had sex with other guys?"
Jared hesitated, looking me over for a while, first looking straight at me, like I had seen into his soul, and then looking down at the floor. His hesitation was probably only for a couple of seconds, but it seemed forever, and I knew then what the answer was.
His eyes finally came up to meet mine, and he said, "Yeah, I like guys. Does that mean we aren't friends anymore?"
I went over and sat beside him and put my arm around him and said, "Jared, you know that we have been good friends too long for anything like that to happen. I just wanted to tell you something."
He looked at me quizzically and said, "Yeah, what?"
"I had sex with a man yesterday, and it was really hot. I just thought you might be able to tell me a few things if you were into guys."
He did a little double-take. "Shit, Ray, I thought you were really into girls. I mean, from the way you and the guys talk. I never thoughtÉ." his voice trailed off. "And I thought I was really good at keeping my secret. Is it that obvious that I'm queer?"
"No, Jared, not at all. It's just that I know you real well, and you're very masculine and all, and a good-looking guy, and I just never saw you with a girl, or heard you talk about sex with girls, like the other guys do. I just thought you were modest, and respectful of your girlfriends, then after my experience yesterday, I just, well, you know, wondered. I really had to get up my guts to ask."
"We're still friends then?" Jared asked.
"Yeah, man, still friends." He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and gave my thigh a good squeeze.
"Matter of fact," I said, "I have a date tonight with the guy I had sex with yesterday."
"Cool, man," said Jared. "Tell me about him. What did you do yesterday?"
So I told him about how I had met Charlene in the hall, how we had spent the morning fucking, and how we had a three-way with her `boyfriend', Lou, and how he had sucked my cock and ridden me while I was bringing Charlene to climax with my tongue. Jared was looking at me eagerly, and I could see that his cock was swelling in his jeans. In fact, I was getting hard talking about it to him. I told him about Lou, his hot body and his thick cock.
"Y'know," I said, "I don't even know how it will go tonight. Like I've never really kissed a man, or sucked a cock. I'm not sure what he's gonna expect me to do. I mean, other than what I told you, I didn't do anything else with him."
Jared leaned closer to me and said quietly, "Ray, I could show you a few things now, if you want me to. We've been friends a long time, but I'd really like to get to know you, like, man-to-man." His lips were really close to my face.
I thought about it for a few seconds. I didn't want sex to ruin our long-standing friendship. But then I decided that our friendship was strong enough to stand up to pretty much anything, except betrayal. I knew we could treat each other with respect.
"OK," I said, and he leaned in to kiss me. To tell the truth, it was not that much different from kissing a girl, I mean the lips and tongue and stuff like that, but it felt really good to put my arms around him and feel a strong, hard, young body in my arms rather than a soft woman.
Silently, he got up from the sofa and took my hand, leading me into his room where he closed the door and locked it.
"Nobody's s'posed to be home for a couple of hours Ray, so we can have some fun and I can teach you a few things."
He put his arms around me and resumed kissing me on the lips, on my neck, probing my ear with his tongue, pressing his hard cock against mine through our jeans. Kissing like this was stuff I did with girls, but somehow it felt better with him.
Slowly, he pulled my tee shirt up off my body. And I did the same for him. Our bodies were not a mystery to either of us, since we had seen each other shirtless and naked since we were little kids. Nevertheless, I have to admit that, given what was about to happen, that I was really turned on by Jared. He was maybe an inch or two shorter than me, but probably weighed the same or a little more. He was certainly more muscular. He didn't work out--none of us did at that time. We were just healthy, active teenagers, with tight, young bodies. Like mine, his was smooth, and his skin glistened in the low light from the window.
He reached down to undo my belt and I did the same for him. Then he unzipped me and I unzipped him. We each paused briefly to push our jeans down, kick off our shoes, and step out of our pants, then stood there facing each other with our erections straining against our underwear, me in white briefs, his boxers tented out by his hard-on.
He reached out and gently stroked my cock through the fabric of my briefs. "Man, Ray, you're really big."
"You too, Jared," I said. I had reached in through is fly to hold his erect cock in my hand, and, though he might not have been as long as me, he was nice and thick. I was a little surprised, because I had seen him naked in the showers at gym many times, but his erect cock was much bigger relative to his flaccid member than mine.
He pulled me back against his chest, and we kissed more. I had felt other guys' bodies next to mine in wrestling or swimming or other sports, but not so intimately, and not in a situation where I could relish the feel of smooth skin over hard muscles, to feel hands and arms roaming over my body, and to feel mine roaming over someone else. And it was so hot feeling his hard cock next to mine. Our lips locked and we kissed hungrily for a few minutes before we broke it off.
"Shit, you're hot, Ray," he whispered to me. "Sit on the bed and let me suck that big cock."
I sat down, and before he knelt in front of me, I ran my hands over his rippling abs, and down his meaty thighs. He slowly sank to his knees and leaned forward to kiss my stomach. Then he hooked his fingers into my waist-band and lifted it over my erection, working my briefs down to my ankles and taking them off. I spread my legs wide to give him access.
Jared leaned forward and took my cock in his hand, kissed the tip, and then let his mouth engulf as much of it as he could. He moaned a satisfied moan, and his hands moved to his own underwear, which he pulled down, freeing his own beautiful cock, big and curving just a little to the left. He worked his boxers down so that he could take them off completely.
His mouth continued moving up and down my cock, varying the pressure each time, playing his tongue over the underside of me, giving me just a little of his teeth from time to time. He was skillful, like Lou had been yesterday, but different somehow. Part of it was he was my good friend, and feeling close to him made it better, partly it was that my focus was entirely on him, not on a third partner, but most of it was how good he was. Clearly he had had experience.
He brought me close to cumming several times, and then came up to kiss me some more.
"Your turn," he said, sitting on the bed next to me.
"Tell me what to do," I said, as I knelt between his legs and moved my mouth to his beautiful cut piece of meat. I had dreamed for a long time of doing this, but was afraid to initiate something for fear that I would be a queer outcast if I got found out.
I tried to repeat what he had done, and his moans indicated that I was getting at least some of it right. He coached me: "Watch the teeth," "Nice and soft," "Harder pressure," "Hold me in your throat," "Just work the head," "Lick my balls for a while," and so on as I worked on him.
A few times he pulled me up into a kiss, saying "You got me real close, Ray," and then I would go down on him again.
Finally he pulled me up into his arms and said, "Let's make out on the bed a bit."
He lay back on the bed, with his legs spread, his beautiful ripped body shining in the light coming through the curtains, and his thick, hard cock standing up smartly away from his belly. He held his arms up, inviting me to lie down on him, and I did that, our cocks pressed together.
As we kissed, he pressed his pelvis against mine, shoving our cocks together harder. We rolled around on the bed together, dry humping, and when he was on top, he pushed himself up on his strong arms and pushed his cock back and forth against mine.
"Work my nipples," he said huskily.
I didn't really know what to do, but I put my hands up and gently grabbed his nipples and squeeze them between my thumb and forefinger.
"Oh, yeah, Ray, do it harder," and I did. "Pull `em," he said and when I did he moaned loudly and pushed harder with is cock. I kept it up for a little while, breaking the pinching by rubbing his hot chest, and reaching down to hold our two cocks in my hand as we dry-fucked.
We flipped over and did the same thing with me on top. However, when he pinched my nipples, it hurt, so he backed off and just massaged them, and it was like a direct route to my erection. Girls had never done that with me before, and it was really hot. I didn't know how much longer I would last.
I collapsed on top of Jared, kissed him some more, and he said, "Let's 69."
I rolled off him and he moved around next to me with his head facing the bottom of the bed. 69 is one of the things that I enjoy most with a girl, so I knew that this would be really special. We lay on our sides, and I took him in my mouth as I felt him go down on me.
For the next five minutes or so, we eagerly devoured each other's cocks, moving from time to time to work the other's balls. I could feel the cum rising and I knew I was going to shoot pretty soon, and I felt his hips start to fuck my mouth, and guessed that he was close to climax too.
A minute later, I broke off for a second to say, "I'm gonna cum, man." I thought that he would pull away and I would shoot on his neck and chest, but he kept me in his mouth, sucking harder, and I began shooting into his mouth. I continued sucking his cock even more furiously as I pumped my juice into him.
"Here it comes, Ray," he gasped before going back to sucking me dry, and I moved my mouth off of his cock and watched as he spurted a big load across my chest, the white cum standing out against my dark skin.
Shortly after cumming, he handed me a tissue from the box next to the bed, and then turned around to kiss me and lie in my arms as we wound down. It felt so relaxing and comfortable to be so close to an old friend, and start a new phase of our friendship. I thought of the richness this would bring to us. It's not that I wanted him to be my steady boyfriend--and I doubted if he wanted that either--it's just that I knew that sex with him, and talking about our relationships with guys would add an extra dimension to or friendship.
We fell asleep for about an hour, and woke up when we heard someone coming in the door of the apartment. Ray put his finger to his lips to signal me to be silent, and quickly we got dressed. He quietly opened the door and went out. I heard him talking to his mom in the kitchen, telling her that he "and Ray were just working on a project together," which I guess you could say wasn't a lie, just a little misleading.
I followed him out a few seconds later and his mom greeted me. "How ya doin', Ray?" she asked.
"Great, Miz Blackwell," I answered, "how `bout you?"
"Fine, just fine. Tired though. It was a long day at the store." She and her husband were proprietors of a small variety store in the neighborhood, and knew everyone.
"Well, Jared, gotta get goin'," I said. "Hot date tonight," winking at him so his mom could not see me.
"Later," Jared said, and I headed home to shower and get ready for my evening with Lou.