Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2002 12:12:18 EDT From: R656600@aol.com Subject: Raymond Part 9 - The stories of Robert Cole The stories of Robert Cole Feedback welcomed r656600@aol.com Part 9 TOBY REVEALED! The semester break was really flying by. The boys would be back in school in another three days. Since Ray was hosting Toby at his home and had to spend time with him, Chris was feeling really deprived of Ray's company and lovemaking. "I'm beginning to feel like a monk in a monastery," Chris complained to Ray in a phone conversation they had when Ray called him at work. "You know that I can't stand it for very long without your 'you know what' in 'you know where!" "Have patience, and stop panting," Ray rejoined. "I'll give you next weekend - the whole weekend! I'll tell my parents that I won't be coming home. We can get a room in 'our' cozy SoHo hotel for Saturday and Sunday and fuck our brains out! "I'll even treat you to dinner at Four Seasons, a just reward for your deprivations." "Where are you going to get that kind of money?" Chris asked with some skepticism in his voice. "Christmas has been good to me!" And so they left it. Each eagerly anticipating this extended time together. On this third night before the end of vacation Chris suggested that he, Ray and Toby get together for dinner at that little West Side bistro he and Ray loved. When Ray invited Toby to join them he declined. He wasn't quite used to the busyness of City life and almost three weeks of it was beginning to take its toll. He just wanted to spend the evening with a book and then early to bed. Ray related this turn of events to Chris who nearly jumped through the phone for joy. "A real evening together, by ourselves!" Chris and Ray were regulars at this West Side bistro. It wasn't exactly a gay hangout but, over time, they noticed some same sex couples dining there. It was practically impossible not to have a romantic dinner in this place. The lights were low, the tables were nicely spaced and less than half of them were ever occupied. Neither Ray nor Chris were comfortable showing affection in public, however, their knees touched under the table and when they thought no one was looking, they would caress each other's hands. Both were eagerly anticipating the best part of the evening, which they would get to after desert! In the elevator, riding up to Chris' apartment, Chris remarked to Ray, "If it weren't for the damned security camera in this elevator, I would be tempted to give you your first orgasm of the evening before we hit the 20th floor!" Then he whispering into Ray's ear, "quick, put your hand down here and feel my erection." "You are a horny bastard!" Ray whispered back, "you do have a stiff one. I can't wait to get that in my mouth!" "You'll have to wait. I'm going first," Chris gasped, "age has its privileges!" Well, you'd have thought that they hadn't fucked in a year! As soon as they were through the apartment door, they tore at each other's clothes. Before Ray was completely undressed, having shed only his shirt and shoes, Chris got down on his knees and quickly unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. He yanked the jeans down to Ray's ankles and pulled his underwear down. "You're gonna de-cock me if you're not careful," Ray said, half kidding and half seriously. Chris didn't answer. When Ray's boner sprang into view he immediately caressed it with one hand and Ray's balls with the other. He lifted Ray's cock and licked from under his balls to the tip of his erection. Then he took each of Ray's balls into his mouth and gently sucked on them. He put his hand through Ray's legs and rubbed his ass crack as he took the erection into his mouth. He licked around the head, then took him all the way to the back of his throat. His finger found Ray's ass hole and he rubbed around it, then gently probed it. This always got Ray's pre-cum flowing. It was the prize Chris was waiting for. He could taste its silky sweetness on his tongue. As he finger-fucked his lover, he began to quickly bob up and down on his shaft. By now, Ray was taking ragged breaths. He was holding on to Chris's hair and was pulling him into his cock. If yanking on Chris' hair hurt, he seemed to not notice. He continued to suck hard and furiously. Then Ray felt the approach of the danger zone. "OK, OK," he panted, "It'll be a very short night if you don't let up!" Ray could barely get the words out. "OK, OK," he repeated. He let go of Chris' hair and backed away from his mouth. Then Chris backed off. He stood up and embraced Ray, their lips met. They kissed passionately as Chris removed his own shirt and unbuckled his pants. It almost looked like an old time, silent movie comedy. With their lips clenched together and their trousers around their ankles, they were making their way, in fits and starts, toward the bedroom. "OK, let's get naked and get serious." Chris said. He was completely undressed now and was helping Ray remove the rest of his clothing. His erection and Ray's were touching and rubbing together. They fondled each other for a moment, then got on the bed. Chris got on top of Ray and they continued kissing, tonguing the insides of each other's mouths. Their cocks imbedded in each other's abdomens; their pre-cum streaming out making the way slick as they rubbed on each other. Chris removed his mouth from Ray's and started to lick his neck and then his right ear. "Don't you dare give me a hickey!" Ray sternly ordered. "I'll give you one on your ass, later," Chris replied. "Right now, I'm going to fuck you; you know when I'm this horny that's what I want to do. You want to get fucked, don't you?" "No, not really!" Ray retorted." Chris lifted himself up on his hands. "What!" He made a groaning sound in his throat. "I always like to fuck you when I'm this horny. You never objected before. How come you don't want me to fuck you now?" Chris wasn't sure whether Ray was serious or not. "Because your dick is too small and I can't feel it in there!" Chris hesitated for a moment, then replied with mock seriousness, "maybe it's your ass hole that's too big;" Fucking you is like fucking goddamn the Midtown Tunnel!" They both laughed at their rejoinders. "Get off me, you big fag." Ray pushed at Chris' shoulders and Chris rolled off beside him. "How do you want me to love you tonight?" Chris said with longing in his voice. "Looking at you," Ray replied, his big blue eyes glazed over. "I love you so much, Chris." Ray raised his knees and Chris applied KY to his butt, then to his own erection. Ray lifted his legs over Chris' shoulders. Chris leaned in and pressed against Ray's ass hole. He could feel the warm and inviting opening. He looked at Ray, then gently eased in. Ray sighed as he felt Chris' hardness go past his sphincter and then touch his prostate. When Chris was in to the hilt he leaned in and kissed Ray. Their tongues met for a brief instant, then Chris began a rhythmic pumping, slowly at first then more rapidly. He kept looking at Ray for any signs of discomfort. Ray's eyes were closed; lost in the pleasure that Chris was giving him. When Chris felt that he was on the edge of cuming, he held his cock all the way in, took Ray's erection and masturbated him. He heard Ray suck in his breath and then moan. As soon as Ray's cock began to spurt, the action of his contracting sphincter brought Chris over the edge. He gave two quick jolts, halfway out then in to the hilt again, and came. When his orgasm subsided, Chris withdrew and Ray removed his legs from his shoulders. Chris collapsed on top of Ray. Ray opened his eyes and smiled. Chris cupped his hands around Ray's face and pressed his lips on his lover's. "Some Midtown Tunnel," Ray whispered. "You'll do. I might even want to fuck you again sometime." "Yeah, you might get lucky," Ray replied. The two lovers remained in each other's arms for a long while, mostly in silence. "No chance you can stay the night," Chris asked with pleading in his voice. "I really hate to go but with Toby in the house, it would really look lousy." "Yeah, I guess," Chris answered. "To next weekend then!" "Can't wait." "I'm gonna take a quick shower and get outta here." "I'll join you, why waste water." Chris was home and in bed by eleven. He was tired but felt good. He needed to be with Chris. It had been a long time. On the second day before the end of semester break, both Ray and Toby were up early. Ray's parents had already left for work. Ray got busy fixing breakfast. Toby sat at the kitchen table enjoying the warmth of the morning sun streaming through the large window over the kitchen counter. "Scrambled eggs, coffee and toast comin' up," Ray announced. "Sounds great," Toby replied. "Can I do anything to help?" "Sure, you could set the table if you want." "Sure thing!" The boys enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, then went into the living room to read the paper and just have some time together. "Anything special you want to do today?" Ray asked. "It's such a great day, maybe a walk in the Park would be nice." "That's fine," Toby replied, then put his face back into the New York Times. Ray had the Arts section and was looking up some movies for later in the day. He had intended, all along, to say something to Toby about being gay and his relationship with Chris. He had tried to broach the subject a couple of times but lost his nerve. He thought, "now or never!" He began, "listen Toby, there's something that I've been wanting to talk to you about for most of this semester break but haven't been able to quite figure out how to do it." Toby put the Times down. "What's the problem, Ray, we're friends. You can tell me anything? You know, it's not like we haven't shared private stuff before. Ray was a little shaky, "Yeah, this is private stuff and I'm hoping that you'll be OK with it. Out with it, Randall! You'll feel much better in the morning!" Toby gave one of those half laughs that he used when he thought he was being funny but wasn't quite sure. "Here goes," Ray thought. He prayed a quick, silent prayer to the god that protects gay people. "You've probably noticed that I don't have a girl friend and don't date. Ray paused. He was hoping that Toby would say something but his friend just stared at him. "It's because I'm gay." "There, I've said it," he thought. Toby continued to stare at Ray with a look that Ray interpreted as one of disbelief or horror or both. His mouth hung open; it appeared that he was trying to say something but nothing was coming out. Suddenly tears came streaming down his face. He got up and slowly walked over to where Ray was sitting and knelt down on the floor in front of him. He reached out for Ray's hands and when Ray offered his he grasped them and began to sob uncontrollably. Ray stood and pulled Toby to his feet. He put his arms around his friend. "What's the matter Toby?" Ray asked in a whisper. "Is it so bad for you to know that about me?" Toby reached into his pocket and took out a handkerchief. He wiped his face and looked directly at Ray. "I'm just relieved," he said. I'm gay too and only one other person in the world knows, and he's gone out of my life. I could never bring myself to tell anyone. Keeping it in is killing me. I'm so lonely and miserable," he sobbed." "Oh Toby," Ray said, hugging him once more. This time Toby clung to Ray, putting both arms completely around him, his head on Ray's shoulder. "Just telling you is like the whole world is off my shoulders." When Toby calmed down a bit they sat down again and talked non-stop for the better part of two hours. Ray explained his relationship with Chris and Toby told Ray about Frank. It was as if a floodgate had opened. Noting would ever be the same again. Toby felt joy in his heart! Then the two friends went for a walk in the Park.