Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2003 16:00:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Billy and Danny, Freshman Year, Ch. 22


This is a story of love between two young men. If you are under age, or
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February 3

Danny

So far, so good. This may actually not be such a bad semester after
all. After Billy's confrontation with Gary, the 'bad' guys in the dorm
section are leaving us alone. And we're sticking to their silly rules,
which actually is not so bad. By giving us our own time in the shower room,
we're taking advantage of it by having sex in the shower without fear of
being interrupted. It's a really nice way to start the day even if it is an
early start.

All of yesterday morning was taken up with the book business. First, we
stood on line forever to sell back last semester's books. Fortunately,
neither of us tends to write in books, so we got a good price for them.

The rest of the morning was spent going through our book lists, searching
the tables set up in Records Hall piled high with books. We were able to
find almost everything we needed, used but in good condition. I had to buy
one new text for Logic. Even with that, we got back to our room with all of
our books and supplies and a combined net worth of $120.00. We're rich!
Actually, far from it, but there was a time in the last month when neither
of us thought we'd get this far.

"So Danny boy, we made it. We should celebrate some way."

"For now, lunch in the Commons will have to do. And don't forget, we
promised to eat with Lucy tomorrow at Cooper Hall at Douglass to compare
our first day of classes."

"Two cafeteria meals. Not much of a victory celebration."

At lunch, we continued the conversation.

"Don't forget, we've got to meet with Professor Adams and Professor Cameron
to set up modeling schedules this afternoon."

"Here I'm feeling all excited about getting through our first day back, the
most expensive day back, and you're just being a real downer. You can't
just celebrate. You have to keep being responsible."

"Hey, I'm just as excited about our survival as you. But I also know there
are things we have to take care of. I'm a worrier, you know. Once we've
nailed down some security, I can relax and celebrate."

"Let's get our meetings with the two art profs over and I'll show you how
to celebrate tonight, baby."

"I'm sure you have something up your sleeve, or down your pants that I will
really enjoy. But I've got a celebration in mind, too."

"You'd better believe you're gonna enjoy what's down my pants tonight, but
what are you talking about?"

"We've both got a copy of Targum in front of us. Haven't you read it?"

"Hey, white boy, I've been eating, we've been talking. When have I had time
to read the student newspaper?"

"I know we've been busy. I haven't read it either, but I leafed through it
and noticed an interesting article. The new gay group on campus is having
its first dance Saturday night in the Graduate Student Lounge at the
Student Center."

"You mean the white boy wants to dance?"

"I mean, as bad as I am, this white boy wants to dance with the man he
loves more than anyone else in the world, right here, on campus, in front
of everyone."

"It's a date, then. But you'd better be ready to dance your ass off. The
most beautiful boy in the world is in love with me and I'm going to show
you off."


Billy


I think maybe I overdid it a little with my response to Gary, but everyone
has been acting normally since then. Things are going well, much better
than I expected. We got through the whole book nightmare with money left
over. I wanted to celebrate, but Danny was still cautious. Sometimes it
seems like I'm engaged to an accountant.

But I love his idea of going to the gay dance. I really want to show him
off in public. I want everyone to know that he loves me. And I want
everyone to know that I love him. But it won't be quite like that, because
everyone else at the dance will be gay. So it's not a huge step in the
process of coming out. We've gone farther holding hands on College Avenue,
gone farther with the guys in the dorm. But I so want to dance with
him. And maybe we will finally meet some other gay guys.

After classes, we went right over to Douglass and walked to the lab. We did
the plasma thing again and got our $20.00. I must be getting used to it. I
haven't had any more dizzy spells since that first time. I think it helps
that I have some juice before they do it. And that I lay there a little
longer. Plus, they give back the blood cells, so maybe it's not as
weakening as giving blood itself.

We met Lucy at her dorm around six and walked over to Cooper Hall. She was
all excited about her new photography course.

"This professor is a real pro. He's had books published and has had shows
in galleries all over the world. I just know I'm going to learn a lot from
him."

"You're already so good, Lucy. Maybe he'll end up learning something from
you."

"Yeah, right. Say, do you guys mind if I show him the pictures I took of
you last fall? Maybe he'll hire you as models and you can pick up a few
extra bucks."

"Sounds okay to me, Luce. I never turn down a chance to drop my pants to
make some extra dough."

"I'm not sure, Billy. This is different from the art classes, where
everyone is doing quick sketches focusing mostly on anatomy. We're pretty
unrecognizable in them. I don't know if I like the idea of lots of Douglass
girls having nude photos of us."

"When you put it that way, it appeals to my exhibitionist side even more
and really turns me on. But I understand how you feel. We'll talk about it
and decide together. In the meantime, any harm in Lucy showing her prof the
pictures?"

"No, I guess that's okay."

"So how did your first day of classes go, guys?"

"History and psych picked up where they left off last semester. It seems so
long ago. I've got a couple of English lit courses starting later in the
week I'm really looking forward to."

"How about you, Danny?"

"I think economics is going to be better this semester. It was so boring
last fall. But I have a new professor who communicates so much better. She
actually makes it seem interesting and understandable."

"A female professor at Rutgers College? That's unusual."

"I hadn't thought about that, but all of my professors and all of Billy's
last semester were men. Of course, the whole student body is male, so
that's not unusual. But there are some women on the faculty. And Professor
Morrow seems really good."

"You may be in a minority by being gay, but there's a lot of you that is so
much in the majority that you don't recognize things like that. You're the
basic WASP, and you don't notice things that people like Billy and I do."

"You're right, Luce. Like Danny, I hadn't really paid any attention to the
fact that all of our instructors were male, but I noticed from day one that
they were all white."

"And I'll bet neither of you paid any attention to the fact that they are
all Anglo."

"Gee, Lucy. I know Billy has taught me a lot about discrimination and
racism, but there's so much more to it. Those of us in the majority may
think we're tolerant and open-minded, but we don't really pay attention to
how unfair and unjust things are for so many others. We may pride ourselves
on not discriminating, but don't realize that society is really designed
for the majority, completely leaving minorities out in so many
circumstances. Those of us in the majority never even try to walk a mile in
someone else's shoes. It just never occurs to us."

"Hey, Luce, I think our little white boy is growing up."

"Don't leave yourself out of that, Billy. You've got some growing to do as
well. As do I. None of us is perfect. None of us has all of the
answers. But life is a journey, a growing, evolving experience. The
important thing isn't where you are right now, but that you keep moving,
keep learning."


Lucy

It's been all I can do to keep from writing Brad. I don't want to seem too
needy or clingy. I had decided that today would be a good time to
write. Three days after our parting and with classes having started, I
could tell him about the beginning of the semester and getting settled in
again. I mean, I wanted to write him Sunday night, but held off until
today. And then I stopped to pick up my mail after class and there was a
letter from him. He had written as soon as he got back to school. He didn't
have much to say, wrote a little about the trip and told me he missed me
already. God, what a man! Now I can write back to him tonight and not seem
like I'm the one pushing things.

At supper tonight with the boys, they told me about the dance Saturday
night. I begged them to take me.

"Please, guys. Please, please, please. You know how much fun we had at the
Christmas Formal and in the Village. This sounds great. I'd love to be
there with you."

"You know we always have a blast with you, Luce. But I think this is
something special that Danny and I have to do alone, especially after all
we've been through. It's sort of like our first gay date."

"I agree with Billy, Lucy. Let us have our first dance together alone. I
promise we'll take you to the next one. Apparently, they're planning to
have one every month."

"If you insist. I do see your point. But I expect a full report on Sunday."



February 7

Danny

Dance time! As interesting as the week has been experiencing all of my new
classes, I really haven't been able to focus on anything more than the
dance tonight. We're in a really odd situation. Our families found out
about us and we lost them, we're out on campus, we've been to the Village a
few times, but we've never really met any other gay guys. We're getting to
be fairly well known on campus, because we are very affectionate in
public. It's a little scary at times, but I rely on Billy handling any
nasty situation that may come up. We get called a lot of names. Billy has
been called Queer Nigger more than once. Nigger Loving Cocksucker is one of
my more common names. But the dance tonight was not only a chance to have a
blast and be ourselves in a non-hostile environment, but a chance to make
new friends and allies, to not be so alone on campus.

We walked through the doorway holding hands. Actually, we'd been holding
hands ever since we left the dorm. As we each got out a dollar for the
admission, it felt like all eyes in the room were on us.

"Billy, why are they all staring at us?"

"Maybe because we're new faces, maybe because they've seen us around
campus. Don't let it bother you. Let's get a beer."

As we squeezed through the crowd around the beer kegs, I felt a hand grab
my crotch or butt now and then.

"I'm getting felt up a lot," I whispered in Billy's ear.

"Me too. Just don't let go of my hand. Some of these guys are apparently
pretty uninhibited."

We got our cups of beer and found a place to stand that wasn't too
crowded. Billy kept an arm around my waist as we sipped our beer and looked
around the room, trying to see if there was anyone we recognized from
classes.

"Hey, Billy, there's that black guy from the bus to the March on
Washington. I knew he was gay."

"You'd have to be blind and deaf not to have known that."

Just then he walked over to us.

"You guys are new, but you look familiar. Do I know you?"

"We were on the same bus to Washington in November."

"Maybe that's it. How come you haven't come to any of our meetings?"

"Well, we really just came out over the holidays, so we haven't had a
chance. Maybe we will. When do you meet?

"Tuesdays at 8, room 305 upstairs. By the way, I'm Reggie."

"I'm Billy and this is Danny. We'll definitely check it out. Excuse me, but
which way to the men's room?"

"Over there," he said, pointing toward the opposite corner of the room.

"I'll be right back, Dan. You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll get us a couple more beers."

"Okay. Meet you back here. Nice to meet you, Reggie."

Billy gave me a little kiss on the lips and headed across the room. I
pushed through the crowd to the kegs. I was third on line for the beer when
I felt a hard crotch grinding against my butt. I looked over my shoulder
and Reggie was pushing up against me.

"So you like dark meat, Danny?"

"I like Billy. Actually, I love Billy."

"Well, I don't know what he's got, but I've got a thick nine inches that
could take you on the ride of your life."

"Sorry, but, like I said, I'm in love with Billy."

"So what's that got to do with anything? Sex is just sex, just fun. It
doesn't have to have anything to do with love."

"Well, it does with me and Billy. Excuse me."

I grabbed two cups of beer and headed back to where Billy had been. Reggie
was right behind me with a beer of his own.

"Hey, no offense, Danny. But you are one hot little blonde boy. You should
be having the time of your life, not tied down to one guy. You could have
anyone in this room."

"There's only one guy I want, and I am having the time of my life with
him."

Just then he put a hand on my crotch and started squeezing it gently. With
a beer in each hand, there was nothing I could do except try to back
away. He grabbed my fly and started pulling it down. All of a sudden, he
gasped in pain. I hadn't seen Billy coming up behind him, but Billy had
quickly figured out what was happening. He reached between Reggie's legs
from behind and grabbed his balls, hard.

"You want to keep your balls, you'd better learn to keep your hands off the
man I love, asshole."

"Jesus, what a couple of old squares you are. Get with it. This is gay
liberation, sexual freedom. We make our own rules. You're living in the
dark ages, living by rules made up by straights, by the Church. Liberate
yourselves. You know, love the one you're with. Wake up."

With that he gave us a disgusted look and stalked off.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"Yeah, I guess. But you got back just in time. I was just about to toss
your beer in his face."

"My beer?"

"Well, I wasn't going to waste mine. So, how did his balls feel?"

"Kind of small, actually. And I didn't even feel a dick in the area."

"Gee, he promised me a thick nine inches. Maybe he left it in his room."

"Just so you don't end up with too big a head over this, two guys came onto
me in the men's room."

"There's only one big head I want tonight and I think you know where I want
it."

"I'll hold you to that. In the meantime, we came here to dance, so let's
get to it."

We must have danced for three hours, stopping only occasionally for a beer
to keep from dehydrating. The music was incredible. We'd been to dozens of
dorm and frat parties last semester, but none had music that kept the whole
room on its feet like this one. In spite of a few rude jerks, it was a
fantastic night.


Billy

First week of classes out of the way. My lit courses show every sign of
being as good as I'd hoped. As much as I was looking forward to the dance
Saturday night, Danny was really up for it. He's so much like a little boy
when he gets excited over something like this. It just makes me want to
hold him in my arms and never let go. When I think back a year, running the
gang, vandalizing property for the hell of it, beating up kids for no
reason, I can't believe the change in me. It's a wonderful change, and it's
all due to Danny. He's taken the anger, the bitterness, the hate out of my
life and replaced it all with love. He's led me to a much better place.

But I have to keep an eye on him. He is naïve, so sweet and
forgiving. He doesn't see the dark side of things, the side I am used to
looking at. So he can be hurt pretty easily. Maybe that's where I can
finally take care of him.

The dance started off okay. Kind of crowded, but good music. That cocky
brother from the bus in November came over and introduced himself. All the
while he was talking to me, he never once took his eyes off of Danny's
crotch. I decided to give him a little rope and excused myself to go to the
bathroom. When I came back, he was all over Danny. With one tight squeeze
and one overt threat, I made it clear that that was not acceptable
behavior. Apparently, Danny had been holding his own with Reggie, but I
think he was really relieved that I had ended it. For the rest of the
evening we had a great time. We danced, we drank a little beer, we made
out. We were just two teenagers out on a great date. Wow! Imagine that. How
normal can you get?

It was after 12 when we left the dance. We walked back to the dorm, but
were careful not to have any physical contact. Holding hands and kissing
during the day is one thing. But after midnight on a Saturday night, just
about everyone you run across has been doing some drinking, so it's not a
good idea to do anything that might set someone off.

As soon as we were in the room, however, it was a different story. I took
Danny into my arms and drew him into a long passionate kiss.

"Still in the mood for a big head, boy? I can't promise you a thick nine
inches, but I can deliver a thick eight."

"Well, if that's all you've got, I suppose it'll have to do."

We slowly undressed each other and I gently lay Danny on my bed. It is so
good to be back together. We're not quite where we were, but I think we may
actually end up in a better place after all of this. Mostly, I've been
letting Danny control the pace of things, even when I make love to him. And
when I take the lead, I take extra care to be especially gentle with
him. Tonight, I was in charge, and I was very definitely going to make love
to him.

For a while I just lay there beside him, kissing him passionately. Then I
moved my tongue to his right ear and licked in and all around it. I moved
down a bit and gently nibbled his neck, knowing it drove him wild. Then I
took a big mouthful of his neck and sucked it hard and long, making sure I
would leave a hickey that no turtleneck would cover tomorrow. All the
while, my hands were running up and down his body, playing with his
nipples, tickling his sides, gently stroking his cock and squeezing his
balls. I knew his neck had had enough when his moaning grew so loud I was
afraid the neighbors would hear. I slid further down in the bed and ran my
tongue around each nipple a couple of times, then sucked on each, nibbling
them lightly.

I decided he was ready. I knew I was. I moved around until I was kneeling
between his knees. After raising his ass by placing a pillow under it, I
scooted up until his thighs were resting on mine. I squeezed some KY from
the tube onto my fingers and applied some to his hole. I slipped one finger
in, sliding it in and out, twisting it a bit, playing gently until I sensed
he wasn't as tight as when it first entered him. Then I added a second
finger and he was tight again. After a bit of play with the two fingers he
had relaxed some more, so I added a third. Once he was used to that, I knew
he was ready for my dick. I was tempted to try a fourth, but decided that
if he started liking that, he might never be satisfied with Billy junior
again. And tonight I wanted Billy junior in Danny's tight pink hole.

Gently I withdrew my fingers from Danny and placed the head of my hard
black dick against his relaxed pucker. I spread the remaining lube from my
fingers onto my dick by stroking it a couple of times. Then I leaned into
Danny, slowly but steadily pushing my thick rod up his tight little
ass. Once completely within him, I stopped. His beautiful, perfectly formed
white dick was at attention, hovering maybe an inch over his torso. I
pulled it straight up and bent over and took it in my mouth. I could only
bend enough to get suck on about a third of it, but I gave it the best
treatment I knew how.

"Fuck me, Billy," Danny whispered so softly that I wondered if I had
imagined it.

I released his dick from my mouth and began thrusting my hips, sliding my
cock in and out of him. I grabbed his waist with both hands and started
pulling him on and off me at the same time. With the double thrusting
motion, I felt like I was going deeper into him than ever before. His
moaning made me realize he felt it too. I knew we couldn't last long like
this, so I let go of his waist and grabbed his dick in one hand and started
pumping it in rhythm with my thrusts into him. As I felt myself about to
explode, I leaned over Danny and kissed him, thrusting my tongue into his
mouth as my cum began to shoot deep within him. He started shooting streams
of cum on both our chests, as they were nearly pressed together. After what
seemed an eternity, we were both completely spent and I collapsed on top of
him, my dick still inside him. We just lay there a few minutes in silence,
catching our breath.

"Ready to go again, black boy?"

"I don't think 18 year olds are supposed to have heart attacks, so I'll
have to beg off. That was amazing. But another one would kill me."

"Me, too. I was just kidding. But since we're hours away from shower time,
we'd better clean up before we become glued together."

I gently withdrew from him and used a towel to clean up our mess. I set the
alarm for 5:55 AM so we could shower in the morning and cuddled up behind
my little white boy. Life is good.