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My Friend Raymond 3
Lou showed up right on time at 6:30. I was waiting down in front of our building for him. He was driving a nice black late-model coupe, and wearing snug-fitting black slacks and a black silk shirt. I had put on a pair of chinos and a white shirt, casual, but not dressing down too much. I didn't know where we were going to get dinner, but I didn't want to look like a slob.
We drove for about twenty minutes west from my neighborhood on the expressway to a close-in suburb, and pulled into the parking lot of a nice-looking steakhouse. We went inside, and the ma"tre d' greeted Lou by name. Lou said, "This is my young friend, Ray," and the ma"tre d' shook my hand before leading us to a table at the side near the rear. It was round and looked out on the rest of the dining room which was nearly full. He seated us at the two adjacent rear places at the table, so we had a view of the rest of the restaurant. A minute later, a handsome young blond waiter showed up, and he and Lou smiled and nodded greetings at each other.
"Want to start with something, guys?" he asked.
"What d'ya want to drink?" Lou asked me.
"Ginger ale is good," I said.
"Usual for me," he said.
A few minutes later, the waiter returned with my gingerale, and a martini up for Lou. Lou raised is glass and said "To a great evening." We clinked glasses and turned our attention to the menus.
We both ordered the same thing: a 12-ounce T-bone, medium rare, baked potato and a salad, and we finished off dinner with a hot-fudge brownie sundae with whipped cream. Lou had a glass of red wine with dinner, and I stuck to my ginger ale, though I wished I was old enough for a beer. At my age I had no problem putting all that food away, and could have eaten another steak or a second dessert.
"Still hungry?" Lou asked.
"I'm OK for now," I said. "Thanks for a great dinner. My family can't really afford to eat out more than a couple of times a year. Me and my sister always save up to take Mom out on her birthday, Mother's day and usually around Christmas. They would really like this place."
"Well, I'm hungry for you-know-what," Lou said, smiling at me and squeezing my thigh under the table when no one was looking in our direction. He signaled for the check, pulled out cash and left it with a generous tip on the table.
We got in the car and drove to his house, and I could see his cock swelling in his pants in anticipation, pushing thickly down one leg of his slacks. He pulled up to an attractive suburban house, pushed the garage-door opener, and we drove in. The door closed behind us. He put his arm around my shoulders and guided my hand to his thick erection and whispered, "I've been looking forward to this since yesterday. I scarcely slept last night thinking about our time together tonight."
"Yeah," I answered, "I jerked off imagining my time with you tonight."
"Let's go inside," he said, and I followed him into a lovely house, comfortable and nicely furnished, with a big TV, tasteful prints on the wall, and bookcases filled with books.
"What do you do, Lou?" I asked.
"I'm a high-school principal and track coach," he answered, "and my wife is a loan officer at a bank. I have two boys, six and nine. "
"You have a beautiful home," I said. My own Mom was a great house-keeper, but didn't make a lot of money, and so our furnishings were a bit thread-bare, and our china didn't match. I never resented her for it, but I thought then how nice it would be to grow up with a good job and to help her to have the things that she sacrificed to bring me and my sister up.
"Thanks," he said. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom and drew me into a deep kiss.
That night we spent a few minutes making out, before he had taken off my clothes and removed his own, our raging hard-ons aching for relief. He sucked me, bringing me close to climax several times, and I stroked his thick cock, until he lay face down on the bed, raised his ass, spread his legs and begged me to fuck him for the first time that night.
After cumming once, we lay in each other's arms, and made out. Pretty soon we were at it again, and I went down on him, I think a little to his surprise. "Hey, you do that pretty well for a beginner!" he said.
"I had a little lesson from a friend this afternoon," I said.
"Well, imagine that," he said, "my boy Ray is really getting into men fast." With that he straddled me and I fucked him again, and he stroked himself to completion all over my chest.
We took a break and I called home to say that I was staying at a friend's place, and would be home by noon on Sunday. Lou listened with delight. He didn't know that this was going to be an all-night affair.
We spent the night with me fucking him in a number of positions, him sucking me off, dropping off to sleep, and awaking again an hour later to repeat the whole process. We had sex in the shower, and I fucked him on the kitchen table after we had had breakfast the next morning. We cleaned up one last time, and he drove me home.
Before he dropped me off though, he said that he had a small group of guys that got together about once a month, sometimes more often, to "have a little fun" as he put it. They were going to meet on Thursday, could I join them? I thought about it for a few seconds, and said, "Sure, why not?" I couldn't believe that I was diving into this sex with guys with so little caution. It was like a door to my soul had been opened. "But I can't stay out past about eleven on a school night," I said, as I climbed out of the car.
"Neither can I," he said, and we arranged where to meet.
Thursday, I came home from school around four and did my homework, including writing the first part of a term paper that was due next week. I could probably have blown school off, since I was already admitted to college, with a scholarship to a big university in a neighboring state. But I really wanted to do as well as I could, and learn how to write well so I could perform with distinction at college and hopefully get into a profession that would help me pay back my Mom for all her sacrifices.
I was done when she came home from work, and set the table and did some cleaning in the living room while she made dinner. It was my sister's turn to do the dishes tonight. We ate, and after dinner I told her I was going out with some friends, and would be home by eleven.
"OK, take care, Ray," she said. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." If only she knew my plans for the evening.
When I went out at seven, Lou was waiting in his car in front of the building. We drove south a ways and parked in front of a stylish apartment building near the university. We rang the bell for an apartment on the 15th floor, and were buzzed in. When the elevator opened on the 15th floor, there were only two doors. Lou knocked on one of them, and it was opened by a handsome white man in his mid-thirties. I hadn't asked Lou his age, but guessed he was about 35 years old.
We went into the living room of a large, very luxurious apartment, and there were two other men about the same age, one black and one white. Both were handsome too, and all of them seemed to be pretty well-built and athletic, though none had the muscular quarter-back build of Lou. Lou introduced them. The black man was Jim, and the white guys were Joel and Brett, the man who owned the apartment. I learned later that he was a successful lawyer. Jim sold insurance, and Joel taught English at the university.
"How about smoking a joint," asked Brett.
"Not for me," said Lou. I learned later that he liked to be very careful because of his job. The other two were fine though, and I of course smoked fairly frequently as did most of my friends. Me and my friends never got into harder drugs. There was too much evidence in our neighborhood of what could happen when you did that. But we did like to indulge is weed fairly regularly.
Smoking dope always makes me horny, and it did the other guys too. When we were done with the joint, they were sitting on either side of me, and one was behind the sofa, massaging my shoulders. They were feeling me up, kissing me, starting to remove my clothing and their own. Over at the side of the living room, Lou was struggling out of his clothes, and pretty soon all of us were naked, sporting hard cocks.
Brett was really taken with me, and started sucking my big cock. As he did so, Joel started making out with Lou and Jim moved over to where I was sitting to put his cock up to my lips. I did my best to pleasure him with my mouth while my cock was being worked on by Brett.
Pretty soon, Brett stood up and turned around and presented his ass to me, after getting some K-Y jelly and lubing himself up in preparation for taking my big cock. I stood up, he grabbed my cock and aimed it at his hole, and I plunged in up to the hilt. He was really turned on by my fucking, and eagerly banged his ass back against my cock as we fucked, faster and faster. It didn't take long until I felt myself ready to cum, and I slammed it home and started shooting, which set Brett off. He started shooting all over the rug, and as he came, his sphincter contracted around my cock and made me cum even harder.
Lew was fucking Joel, who was sucking on Jim and a little while later, over a period of a few minutes, they all shot, one after the other.
We took a break, and had some sodas, and then the whole thing started again, this time on the king-sized bed in Brett's room. This time I fucked Joel on his back, while Brett fucked Lou on his back, and then Jim plunged in and took turns on both of them while we recovered.
Afterwards, we sat around talking and joking, naked on the bed, just fooling around. Jim came over to me and started playing with my cock, and pretty soon I was hard again. We traded blow jobs, while the other guys watched, and then Jim knelt on the bed and I plunged in and fucked him doggy style, standing on the floor.
The other guys watched, cheering us on until Jim shot his load on a towel on the bed, and I pulled out and jerked myself to climax a few seconds later, shooting a larger load than I would have thought possible after all the action earlier on.
It was getting late. We all crowded into the large shower stall with two showerheads in Brett's bathroom, and played a little more as we cleaned up. Then we said goodnight and promised to get together in a few weeks.
On the way home, Lou asked me what I thought. "That was really hot," I said, "watching other guys fucking and getting fucked. It turns me on to watch, and to have other guys watching me."
"If that's the case, you'll really like the baths," Lou said.
"The baths?" I asked
"Yeah. There's one on a little north of downtown. It's for gay and bi guys, and everyone is there for one thing: sex."
"Someone told me about those places, but I didn't believe it," I said. "Aren't those kinds of things illegal?"
"No, they're really private membership clubs," he said, "and that's legal. I'm planning on going on Sunday afternoon. Wanna come with me?"
"What happens there?" I asked, intrigued.
"Guys of all sizes, shapes and ages go. You get a room or a locker, they give you a towel, and everyone goes around in their towel or naked. There's showers, a steam room, a dark maze where you can put your cock through holes in the wall to be sucked by guys on the other side, a theater showing gay porn films. Everyone is looking for sex, either in the privacy of the rooms, or public. Sometimes there are big orgies with ten or twenty guys participating. It's really hot. I can get you a day pass, and if you like it, next time you can get a membership for a few dollars. The lockers are cheap, and there are a couple of nights a week when guys under twenty-four get a free locker."
I was still really new to man-to-man sex, and Lou was moving me along in that world pretty fast, but I decided that I would throw what caution I still had to the wind and go with him the following Sunday. I decided that if it was fun, maybe Jared and I could do it together sometime.