Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2003 13:05:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Billy and Danny, Freshman Year, Ch. 19

Billy and Danny, Freshman Year, Ch. 19

This is a story of love between two young men. If you are under age, or
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begins in 1969. While the characters and their story are completely
fictional, it is set at places that are real and is told against a backdrop
of some real events. This was a time when all sex was safe. It isn't now,
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Jan. 16


Billy

Very slowly, things are starting to head back to normal. That hug with
Danny was a huge step, one we both so desperately needed to make. We slept
in separate beds again last night, both fitfully. But this morning he held
my hand on the way over to the Commons for breakfast. He was really getting
into that. We got a few stares and a couple of negative comments. But it
was so nice to be touching my baby again. At breakfast, romantic boy became
practical boy again.

"We can't let Lucy and Aunt Connie know about our financial
condition. They're doing so much for us already. We're going to have to
bluff our way through the next two weeks, while spending next to nothing."

"You're right. I won't take charity, even from those two wonderful
women. But we're going to have to be careful about money."

"And maybe we can borrow Lucy's car one day next week and the week after to
come down to the lab and sell plasma. Lies are your field of expertise,
Billy, so it's up to you to come up with something."

"You make me sound like a real fraud and a con artist."

"You are, when you want to be."

My experience in the men's room at the library popped into mind and filled
me with guilt. I've got to tell Danny soon, but not yet. We're still
working on getting back to normal. After breakfast, we went for a walk down
College Avenue, holding hands again. It was cold, maybe 30 degrees, but
sunny with no wind. I think we're both getting into flaunting our love. We
went back to the room and packed up before lunch. I took a chance and took
Danny into my arms and kissed him, a real kiss this time. He melted into me
and returned the kiss.

"Oh God, Billy, I've missed that. You have the hottest mouth. I really need
to be connected to you."

"You can't imagine how good that response makes me feel, Danny. I've been
so afraid of approaching you, so afraid of touching you, but I've been
needing to so badly."

"Don't worry, baby. We're getting there."


Danny

Time to go home. Home. Kind of a strange concept. Not the place I've lived
my whole life. But a small, impersonal studio apartment above a
garage. It's a nice place. Aunt Connie is so great to let us have it. But
it's hard to think of it as home. When I went up to my room the day after
Christmas to get my bag, I looked around that messy room that I had spent
my whole life in for something to take, something that would remind me of
home. I thought of my Matchbox car collection, the Lincoln Continental or
the Jaguar XKE. But they were down in the rec room, with my parents between
them and me. So I took nothing, just the clothes that I had packed to spend
a few days with Lucy.

I knew Billy was in a similar position. He had a bag packed with some
clothes for a few days at my parents and at Lucy's. And then there was the
stuff we'd left at the dorm. Clothes we hated and didn't wear. Billy's
stereo and the few records we had taken to school. And that was
it. Everything we owned.

Lucy showed up as promised just after lunch.

'"Ready to go home boys?"

"I guess so, Lucy. How's your week at home been?"

"Not bad at all. I'll tell you about it in the car. Did you guys do okay on
your finals?"

"We survived, Luce, as far as we can tell. And we're getting along a little
better; a lot better, actually. You seem pretty upbeat. Something's
different. Anything Danny and I should know about?"

"Maybe. I'll tell all about it on the way home."


Lucy

Okay. How do I tell the boys about this? What do I tell them? Is there
anything to tell? I just don't know.

Tuesday night, I went out to the store to pick up a couple of things for
Aunt Connie. I ran into Mark, a guy I'd always had the hots for in high
school, but who never paid much attention to me. Same thing that night. He
was nice enough, but showed no real interest. But the guy he was
with. Damn, he was hot and didn't he know it.

"Hey, Lucinda, how's college?"

"Really great, Mark, how's everything with you?"

"Great. I'm doing well at Boston College. This is my cousin, Brad. He's
from Mendham and is a senior at Cornell. Brad, this is Lucinda. We went to
high school together."

"Nice to meet you, Brad."

"Same here. Where do you go to school?"

"I'm a sophomore at Douglass."

"Wow! Beautiful and smart. You are really something. Any chance of us doing
something together sometime? I'm not stepping on any toes, am I, Mark?"

"No problem, Brad. Lucinda is as nice a girl as you'd ever want to meet,
great personality and a lot of fun."

Fantastic recommendation. If Mark thought that much of me, why hasn't he
ever asked me out?

"How about Friday, then? We could get something to eat, see a movie,
something?"

"Sure. Sounds like fun. I'll give you my number."

Brad s definitely good looking. Maybe 6' 1", around 175lbs., blonde hair
and deep blue eyes.  Broad shoulders, that V-shaped chest tapering to a
small waist and slim hips. Very sexy. Definitely someone to check out.

So he called last night and asked me out tonight. I feel bad since it's
Billy and Danny's first night home, but I didn't want to put him off,
either. And I couldn't get that sexy body off my mind. So I said yes.

We weren't even out of New Brunswick when Billy started the interrogation.

"So what's up? What's your big secret?"

"It's no big secret, really. It's just that I met a guy and have a date."

"Our little Lucy has a date?"

"Don't be a wiseass, Danny. I had plenty of dates before I met you
guys. But between school and all of your crises, I just haven't had much
opportunity lately."

"You're absolutely beautiful and a beautiful person besides. I would think
guys would be lining up to take you out. I hope we haven't been in the
way."

"No, baby, you haven't been in the way. But going to a girl's school and
having a blast hanging out with my two best friends who happen to be gay, I
haven't given much thought to dating and there haven't been many
opportunities."

"Okay, Luce, spill it. Give us the details on this guy. You know you can't
go out with him unless we approve. We have to make sure he's good enough
for you."


Billy

We listened to Lucy go on and on about this guy. I think we were both kind
of jealous, but also happy that she was so happy. She's been such a good
friend. It's about time she had some fun. When we got to Morristown, Aunt
Connie wasn't home from school yet, so we took our stuff up to the
apartment. With Lucy's help, it only took one trip. Pretty pathetic.

Lucy sat in our one comfortable chair while we unpacked and decided where
things should go.

"I don't mean to pry, but how are you two guys doing?"

"Pretty good, actually. The first couple of days were a little weird,
acting tentative and tiptoeing around each other. But we've relaxed a bit
and are acting more like normal lately."

"Yeah. And yesterday, Danny actually held my hand and hugged me. And we
kissed. It was the best feeling, ever."

"You held his hand, Danny? Where? In public or private?"

"Both, I guess. We were walking down College Ave. and I just had to touch
him. It was strange. When Billy started holding my hand on campus during
finals, I think I was too concerned about his state of mind to notice or
care about the reaction of others. Even though there weren't many people
left on campus yesterday, there were a few who seemed pretty upset seeing
us holding hands. And the more upset they were, the more I wanted to hold
Billy's hand."

"Sounds like you're getting pretty defiant, white boy."

"Not really, Billy. It's just that I've had to watch straight kids holding
hands, kissing, making out, groping each other all my life. Why should they
have a problem with you and me? They should just grow up and deal with it,
the way we've had to deal with them. No offense, Lucy."

"None taken, baby. I guess I never looked at it that way before. We
straights don't exactly hide our feelings. Why should you?"

"That's what I mean, Lucy. I don't want anything anyone else doesn't
have. In fact, I feel especially lucky to have someone like Billy to love
and be loved by. That's all I've thought about the last few months. But why
should we have to be put through such hell, just because we've found love?
People usually congratulate you and share in your happiness when that
happens."

"Well, please know that at least Aunt Connie and I share in your
happiness. And I'm sure others will as well when they get to know you. But,
you'll have to excuse me now, boys. I have my first date in months and I
have to make myself beautiful. Aunt Connie is expecting you at seven for
dinner."

"You're always beautiful, Luce."

"Yeah. Have fun, Lucy."

"If he gets out of line, just let me know. I'll put him in his place."

"I don't think it will come to that, Billy. Besides, I can take care of
myself."

We both kissed her on the cheek as she left.

"Our little girl is growing up."

"Don't be silly, Danny, she's a lot more grown up than we are."

"I know. It's just so weird thinking of her out with some guy. I mean,
she's gorgeous and ought to be dating, but we've kind of had her to
ourselves since we met her, so it's a little strange."

"Speaking of feeling strange, I meant what I said before. If you'd rather,
I'll sleep on the loveseat or on the cushions on the floor if you're not
ready to share a bed with me."

"No. This is our first night in our apartment and we're going to sleep
together in our bed. I'm not about to begin this new phase of our life on a
bad note."

"I'm glad you feel that way, but I want you to know that it's your
call. We'll go at your speed, as you're ready."

"Thanks, black boy."

"We've got a couple of hours until dinner. I know we can't afford it, but I
was thinking that we really should bring some flowers for Aunt
Connie. She's being so good to us. Maybe we can find a florist with
something cheap."

"I think that's a great idea. As long as they don't look too cheap. In case
you hadn't noticed, Aunt Connie's been doing a little shopping of her
own. The kitchen cabinets have a few staples in them that weren't there
when we cleaned this place up over Christmas."


Danny

It's hard to believe it took us such a short time to move into our
place. But then, we had so little to put away. Soon after Lucy left, we
walked into town to get some flowers for Aunt Connie.

Seven o'clock found us on the front porch, Billy ringing the door bell, me
holding a small bouquet of daisies. I think we were both kind of
nervous. We hadn't spent much time alone with Aunt Connie. Lucy was our
common bond, but she wasn't going to be there. As soon as the door opened,
our edginess disappeared. Between Aunt Connie's smile and the aroma from
the kitchen, it felt like home.

"Come in, boys. What pretty flowers. You shouldn't have. You should save
your money for school. But I thank you for them and appreciate the
thought. Everything's just about ready and the table is set. Just let me
put these in water and we'll eat."

In five minutes we were sitting in the dining room, our flowers in the
middle of the table, with Aunt Connie bringing in the food. There was
salad, roast beef, zucchini and squash, and mashed potatoes.

"This place smells like heaven, ma'am. If everything tastes as good as it
smells, you should have been a cook, not a teacher."

"Thank you, Billy. I hope it does taste as good as it smells. I don't know
if you boys drink wine, but in my opinion, roast beef demands a good red
wine. If you'd prefer, I do have some soda."

"I've never had wine, but I'm willing to try. I just started drinking beer
last fall."

"A couple of times when my gang couldn't get beer, we got a jug of
Thunderbird. It wasn't too good, but wasn't too bad either."

"Well, I promise you, Billy, Mouton Cadet is much better than Thunderbird."

Everything tasted great. The roast beef was more pink than I was used to,
but was great. There was this kind of clear gravy to put on it; au jus, she
called it. And the mashed potatoes were real, not from a box like
Mom's. The wine took a little getting used to, but after a few sips, it
started to taste good. It must have. Between the three of us we drank two
bottles.

"I don't mean to bring up a sore subject, but have either of you heard from
your parents?"

"No, and personally speaking, I don't want to. They are no longer a part of
my life and I want nothing to do with them."

"I'm sure you don't mean that, Billy. As time passes, you'll realize how
important they are to you."

"With all respect, Aunt Connie, there are things you don't know
about. Maybe someday you will. But I understand the way Billy feels, and he
has every right to feel that way."

"I won't pry. I'm just concerned that you two are okay and not hurting."

"Well, we're not okay, not yet, but we're getting there. And we are
hurting, but less each day. I guess that's the most we can expect and that
we should be grateful that we're doing as well as we are."

"Amen, white boy."

After a dessert of chocolate mousse, we went into the living room and
talked while sipping some brandy (another first for me). Billy and I
discovered you have to sip it slowly after we both took a simultaneous gulp
and nearly burned our insides. Aunt Connie filled us in on their family
background.

"I was born in San Juan, but the family moved when I was three when my
father took a job here. He was an engineer and spoke English, but my mother
and I had to learn our new language together. My sister Maria was born when
I was 11. When I was 24 and she was 13, our parents were killed in a car
accident. I was teaching by then and finished raising Maria. I'm afraid I
didn't do a very good job. She was a wild teenager, very rebellious, always
getting in trouble. She was at a very sensitive age when our parents died
and I guess I didn't realize that she never got over it."

"She was Lucy's mother, right?"

"Yes, Billy. When she was just 18, she met this beautiful black boy from
Puerto Rico named Carlos. It was love at first sight. They had a very
passionate romance. He seemed to calm her down a bit. Then she discovered
that she was pregnant. Carlos panicked. He took off for Puerto Rico. Maria
was distraught. She hated being pregnant and blamed her unborn baby for
losing the love of her life."

"She doesn't sound like a very nice person."

"Don't judge her too harshly, Danny. She had many good qualities, but she
was emotionally unstable. A month after Lucinda was born, she disappeared
without warning. She left me a note, saying she was going to look for
Carlos and asking me to take care of the baby."

"That must have been rough for you, being single, working and having to
take care of someone else's baby."

"It was a joy. I'd adored Lucinda from the day she was born. Taking care of
her was no chore, believe me. When Maria turned up a year later, I was
afraid she'd come to take Lucinda away. Instead, to my relief, she had come
to tell me she had found Carlos, that they were moving to Argentina and
that she wanted to sign over her legal rights to Lucinda to me. By then I
was dating Evan. He was 10 years my senior, a successful stockbroker from a
very conservative family. They disliked me right from the start, even
before they knew about Lucinda. But he loved me and that was all that
mattered to him. And he loved Lucinda, too."

"Have you ever heard from Lucy's mother since then?"

"For a while, I got a card at Christmas, filled with events of the year,
Billy. Always from different places. She and Carlos never seemed to settle
down and had a fairly tumultuous relationship, but were madly in love. It's
probably been ten years since the last card. I have no idea where they are
now."

"Well, you and your husband sure did a great job raising Lucy. She's a
fantastic, really together human being."

"Thank you, Danny. We tried our best. Evan was somewhat conservative and
reserved, but very loving. I've always been a responsible kind of person,
but I tried to instill some of Maria's better qualities in Lucinda, her
independence, her spontaneity. I'm really pleased with how she's turning
out. But enough about me and my little family. It's getting late and we've
all had too much to drink. I suggest you both take a couple of aspirins
before you go to bed tonight or you may not feel so good in the morning."

"Thank you for a great dinner and an interesting evening, Aunt Connie."

"Yeah, thanks. It was really special. And thanks for the stuff in the
apartment. You really didn't have to do that."

" I knew you'd need a few things right away. It was nothing really. I'm
glad you enjoyed the meal. I wanted it to be special for your first night
home. And I hope you weren't bored by the ramblings of an old woman."

"We weren't bored and you are definitely not old. You are beautiful, inside
and out, and full of life and love. If I were straight, you might not be
safe around me."

"Now I know you've had too much to drink, Billy. Danny, help this poor boy
to bed."


Billy

Danny and I staggered across the backyard and up the steps to our
apartment. As soon as we were inside, he went for the aspirin bottle. I'd
completely forgotten Aunt Connie's suggestion. I was really feeling the
wine and brandy, and I knew Danny must be to, but somehow he was
functioning better than me.

"You still sure you want to sleep together, white boy?"

"Absolutely. I've though about it, and if you don't mind my making a
one-sided decision, I think I've decided the most comfortable way for me. I
want to sleep the way we did after your nightmares. Both on our sides, me
behind you, with my arm around you. I don't think I'm ready to be held
within your arms."

"Sounds wonderful to me. Those nights when you held me after my nightmares
were the most comforting times of my life."

We undressed somewhat self-consciously and crawled into bed. Danny spooned
me from behind and wrapped his left arm around me, pulling me in close to
him.

"Oh God, Billy, you don't know how good it is to feel your skin against
mine. I know it's only been a week, but my body has missed yours so
much. This feels so right."

"Danny, feeling your body against mine, I feel like I'm home. This is where
we belong. This is how we belong."

We lay there for a few minutes in silence. Then Danny's left hand began
touching and playing with my nipples, almost as if he wasn't aware of it,
like it had a mind of it's own. I risked lightly rubbing my left hand up
and down his thigh. I'd been hard as a rock since the second I felt him
behind me. And I felt him boning up against my crack.

"Danny, make love to me. Please. I need to be connected to you. I need to
feel you inside me. Fuck me. Please."

There was a long silence behind me. Okay, maybe only 30 seconds, but it
scared me. Did I say the wrong thing? Did I push things too far? Damn!
Everything went so well today. And now, after some wine and brandy, I've
fucked it all up again.

"I want to make love to you so bad. And right now. But where did we put the
lube?"

I almost laughed with relief. Good old practical Danny. Here I'd been
afraid I had pushed things too fast, and he was a step ahead of me.

"I think it's here on my side. Yeah, here it is, do what you have to do."

Danny worked a heavily lubed finger or two into me, while oiling up his
love pole. Then he pressed his head against my hole and gently pressed
in. He slid right up inside my chute. We just lay like that for a minute,
reveling in being joined together again. Oh God, it felt so good to be full
of Danny again. Then he began to slowly pump in and out of me. Slowly at
first, then harder and faster. He reached around and began stroking my dick
in pace with his pumping.

"God, you don't know how good it feels to have that huge hard cock in my
hand again."

"Just keep fucking me, baby. Keep shoving that dick into me. You are
driving me crazy."

"I'm there. I can't hold back any more. It's been too long."

I felt his dick start throbbing inside me, pulsating over and over. At the
same time, I started to cum. I cupped my hand in front of my dick as Danny
milked it, catching my cum so I didn't mess the bed. Danny withdrew from
me, and we turned and kissed. Then he noticed my handful of semen. He bent
down and sucked half of it into his mouth, then directed my hand up to my
mouth. I sucked in the rest, and then he grabbed the back of my head and
pulled me into the tightest, hottest kiss ever. The cum in his mouth mixed
with that in my mouth. Oh, how I love this boy. I think we've made it.


Jan. 17


Danny,

Oh, God. I didn't mean that to happen last night. I didn't think I was
ready. But it felt so good. We fell asleep immediately, totally emotionally
and physically exhausted. Me behind my Billy, arms wrapped around him, just
as we meant to. We slept over ten hours, not waking up until nearly
eleven. And only then because of a banging on the door that woke me up. I
stumbled out of bed, naked, and went to the door and opened it. That's when
I really woke up. To the frigid January air on my naked body and the
realization that Lucy was standing there, staring at me, with my morning
hardon at half-mast, needing desperately to pee.

"Hey, Lucy, excuse me a minute, Billy's over there."

I knew he was uncovered and as hard as I had been, but I figured it was
sweet revenge for when he brought Lucy up to my room. I came out of the
bathroom after relieving myself and found Lucy sitting on the loveseat,
just staring at Billy's hardon.

"C'mon, girl. From what I've been told, girls aren't supposed to be that
into the physical end of things, so to speak."

"Jesus, Danny, he's huge. What do you do with that?"

"Everything I can. Is it really that big? I know he's bigger than me, but
I've never seen another hard one, so I don't know if I'm small and he's
average, or I'm average and he's big."

"I don't have much more experience than you, but based on what I've seen
and heard in the dorm, he's pretty big."

"Well. I don't know about big or small, but we fit together pretty well."

Just then, Billy opened his eyes and saw the two of us.

"Some reason why you're sitting there with my naked boyfriend, lady,
staring at my naked body?'

Oh damn. I'd become so familiar with Lucy that I hadn't even realized I was
naked. I grabbed my robe and self-consciously put it on.


Billy

I woke up after the most beautiful night I'd had in months, to the sound of
my lover and our best friend talking. I just lay there not really
listening, just enjoying their voices. I suddenly realized they were
discussing the size of my dick and decided it was time to open my
eyes. There were Danny and Lucy, sitting side by side on the loveseat, Lucy
fully dressed, wearing a heavy coat, no less, and Danny totally naked. And
they were both staring at my steel hard erection, rising about an inch
above my abdomen, extending just past my navel. 'Have we really become that
comfortable with each other?' I thought. Maybe yes, maybe no. As soon as I
said something, Danny grabbed his robe and I pulled the sheet up over my
lower half.

"So spill it, Luce. Tell us all about your hot date with your big, blonde
stud. And how big is he, by the way?"

"We didn't get that far, asshole. And I wouldn't tell you if we did. But
I've come to take you out to breakfast at the Lackawanna Diner and tell
all. Then maybe I can take you to the supermarket and you can stock up your
kitchen."

"Sounds good, Lucy. Give us fifteen minutes to clean up and get dressed and
we'll meet you at the house."

"Great. I'll warm up the car."

She went downstairs and we raced to the bathroom.

"We can save time if we shower together, black boy."

"I'm not sure that that would save time. Plus, are you ready for that?"

"As long as we just shower. Maybe tomorrow when we have more time I'll fuck
you in the shower."

"Hey, baby boy, when did you become so dominant?"

"Maybe when I saved your life, nursed you back to health, emotionally and
physically and somehow got through your assault on me."

"Ouch, that hurt. You make me sound like a really ungrateful shit. Do you
really still resent me that much?"

"No, Billy, not at all. I was just teasing. I still love you with all my
heart. But I've realized that all we've been through in the last couple of
weeks have made me grow up a lot. And have made me stronger. And as painful
as it has been for you, I think you have grown from it, too. I wouldn't
ever want to go through this again, but I think it helped us both. We both
grew up in ways we needed to."

"I hadn't looked at it like that, but you're right. We've both definitely
added to our character in the last few weeks."