Date: Sat, 1 Feb 2003 16:27:10 EST
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Billy and Danny, Freshman Year, Chapter 3

This is a story of love between two young men. If you are under age, or
live in an area where reading tales of male sex is illegal, or if you're
not into this type of story, please leave. The story 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.
Many of the buildings on campus are real. I do not know if any of the rooms
I've used exist. Again, the characters and the story are completely
fictional. This was a time when all sex was safe. It isn't now, so please
respect yourself and others enough to always play safe. Comments are
appreciated at NJRimzu@aol.com.

Sept. 6

Danny

The rest of the week flew by. Billy and I spent most of our free time
together getting to know a little bit about each other and our vastly
different childhoods. We spent a couple of evenings hanging out with Lucy,
sometimes with the guys in the dorm and some other girls from Douglass,
sometimes just the three of us. Billy finally gave in and allowed Lucy to
call him Billy, but was sticking with William with the guys in the
dorm. His job at the Commons lasted exactly one day. He said the work was
demeaning and he hated his boss. Classes started Thursday and so far they
don't seem any harder than high school.

Billy had another nightmare the night before. This time I just crawled into
his bed and held him and we both fell asleep again and slept all
night. Sleeping with him is the most wonderful feeling I have ever had, but
it scares me too. If he ever found out I was queer, he'd probably kill
me. I mean, he's this tough street kid who would probably freak out if he
knew a gay guy was sleeping in his bed, hugging him, totally turned on by
him. But in spite of the danger, Sunday and Wednesday nights were the most
beautiful of my life.

We both signed up to be ushers at home football games. It only pays $8.00 a
game, but we get into the games for free, even though we do have to watch
them standing up. The $8.00 will be nice pocket money, but it isn't enough
to satisfy Billy's grant requirement so he's still looking for a job.

After his last class yesterday, Billy came into the room, seeming a bit
excited.

"Hey white boy, how about a frat party tonight?"

"Where? Which one? Are we allowed if we're not members?"

"Over on Union Street. Take your pick. They're all looking for members so
anyone's allowed in, especially if you bring a girl."  "You mean Lucy? Have
you asked her?" Darn. This didn't look good. He was already making a date
with her and dragging me along as a third wheel. Even worse, maybe he asked
her to bring a friend for me.

"No, but I was gonna call her if you wanted to go. The three of us have a
lot of fun together, especially since you finally started talking."

I thought about her as he went to call her. As different as Billy and I
are, she's just as different from either of us. She is Puerto Rican and
mulatto. Her mother was white, her father black. They were very young and
not married and he took off back to Puerto Rico when he found out she was
pregnant. A couple of months after Lucy was born, her mother left her with
her older married sister and went looking for him. So Lucy was raised by
her aunt and uncle. I have never met anyone like her. She has a much
looser, more carefree attitude toward life than me, which makes her a lot
of fun. And even I can tell she's beautiful. And she's never without her
camera. The way she takes pictures, I'd swear her family must own
Kodak. She never tires of taking pictures of the two of us, says our
difference in coloring makes for interesting pictures. The three of us have
become good friends in just a few days, but it seems to me to be only a
matter of time before she and Billy become more than just friends. They get
along so well and are both so good looking. They'd make a great couple, but
then where would that leave me?

"Earth to white boy." I started and looked over at the door. Billy was
standing there with that smile on his face. "Man, you were spaced out, off
in another world. What were you thinking about?"

"Just Lucy, I guess."

For a second he got a strange look on his face I couldn't decipher, but
then it was gone.  "She's on her way over, ready to party."

We went from one house to another, having a couple of beers at each,
occasionally running into acquaintances from either classes or the
dorm. Funny, a week ago I had never had a beer and now I seem to live on it
.  After maybe a half a dozen cups, Billy made a big production of clearing
his throat and said he had a major announcement to make. My stomach
immediately felt queasy, thinking this was going to be about Lucy.

"I got a job today. An easy one that doesn't take up much time and pays
enough to satisfy the grant people."  I let out my breath, not realizing
that I had been holding it in. What a sense of relief.

"Fantastic! What is it? What do you have to do?"

"Not much. In fact the less I do, the better."

Lucy looked as confused as I felt. "What do you mean? How can you make
money doing nothing?"

"It's simple. I'm going to model for a couple of art classes a week. It
pays $10.00 a class, so between that and the football games, I'll be
fine. And all I have to do is strike a pose and not move."  "That sounds
like easy money. What are you supposed to wear?"  "Duh! It's an art class,
not a fashion class, white boy. I wear nothing. That's the point.  They
need practice drawing bodies. The professor is all excited. They've never
had a black model before."

I was stunned. I didn't even realize my mouth had dropped open. How could
he be so casual about being naked in front of a whole room full of kids?
Billy

I saw the notice on the bulletin board as I was leaving the student Post
Office. "Models Wanted. See Professor Adams in the Art Department, Voorhees
Hall, Room 116."

Hmmm. I had an idea what that was about. But I needed a job and I'm not
terribly modest, so why not look into it?  I don't mind showing off my
beautiful black bod. After my next class, I went over to the Art
Department. Dr. Adams was a friendly, somewhat distracted, white man around
40. He explained the requirements of the job. Nudity, but definitely
non-sexual. Modesty wouldn't work. Neither would hardons. Each class I
would have to hold a few poses for ten minutes or so. Usually, he only used
each model once a week and rotated them from class to class, but since I
was the only black model to apply, he wanted me at least twice a week. At
only $10.00 a class, I needed two a week. I couldn't wait to tell Danny and
Lucy, but had to set it up just right.

I figured that I'd get them out partying, drinking a bit and spring it on
them. After they'd had enough to drink to start a buzz, I made my
announcement. Even after living all week with Danny, his innocence and
naivete continues to amaze me. And attract me. He was totally blown away
with the idea that I would pose naked before a class. He just stood there
with his mouth hanging open, in shock. Lucy, on the other hand, had an
expression on her face I couldn't read at all. I had no idea what she was
thinking. The silence was overwhelming.

"Well? Wake up, guys. Give me some fuckin' feedback. I think it's a great
deal. You're both reacting as if I'd announced I was going to be a
part-time hit man. Say something."

"Wow! With my obsession with photography, I think of myself as an artist,
so what you're doing I can understand and appreciate, but still, it
surprises me."

"Why? It's no big deal I just take off the robe, get into the pose the
professor wants and freeze. As long as I don't get hard, no
problem. Although, thinking of all those kids staring at my hot black bod
may make it difficult to keep junior down."

Danny almost choked at that, but finally got his mouth and brain working
again.

"But everybody's gonna be looking at you, seeing everything. Won't you be
embarrassed?"

"You've seen it all a number of times all week. And I've seen yours
too. Seems to me neither of us has anything to be embarrassed about."

Again, the white boy turned red. I even saw a little crimson glow in Lucy's
cheeks.  "But that's different. Getting dressed or taking a shower with
other guys is one thing.  Being naked in front of a bunch of fully dressed
people is another."

"You just think it is. Think of the first time you were naked in a locker
room with other guys. You were probably uncomfortable as hell. But you got
used to it real soon. Same thing here. The first time might be a little
strange, but after that, nothing to it."

Lucy

I can't believe how appealing those two freshman boys are. So different, so
attractive, so much fun. Even though they are only a year younger than I
am, they are each in their own way so young and refreshing. Do we really
change that much in the first year of college?  I guess we do.

As much as I love being friends with them, they both turn me on so much. I
want to capture as much of them on film as I can. Not only are they
beautiful subjects, but they are both so damn sexy, each in a different
way. I'd love to go out with either of them. I dated a few guys last year,
but none of them attracted me as much as either Billy or Danny. But there
is the problem. If one of them asks me out, what about the other? We seem
to be developing this great friendship, a `three musketeers' thing, that a
romantic pairing off with either of them would ruin. And honestly, I don't
know which I'm more attracted to. They are so different, and yet, combined,
they are my definition of the perfect man. But you're only allowed one, and
I can't decide. Of course, neither has asked me out, so maybe it's a bit
premature for me to be agonizing over a choice that hasn't been come up
yet.

It's really been great making friends with them. Something new for me. Up
to now, my life has consisted of girlfriends and guys who wanted to get
into my pants, some more insistent than others. I'm been pretty good at
defending myself, when I want to. But though Billy can be quite sexually
suggestive, and presumably aggressive when it comes down to it, I'm really
comfortable around the two of them.

I have to admit to being a bit stunned with Billy's new job. He waited
until we had had a bit to drink to spring it on us. Which either meant that
he wasn't totally comfortable with it, or he thought one or both of us
might not be. Danny was obviously shocked. Being the sweet innocent he is,
I can imagine how he would have reacted to Billy's `exhibitionist' job. My
reaction was a bit different.

All I could think of once he told us about it was Billy in the nude. Things
like, `What classes is he modeling for? Can I transfer into one of them?
Can I sneak a peak at one of them?" Even, shame on me, "How big is it?"
Knowing that he would be appearing naked publicly for over an hour, twice a
week drove my brain into frenzy. I just had to see him.  How could I
arrange it?  Danny

I just couldn't handle the thought of Billy being naked in front of
others. Though he was obviously straight and we had only known each other a
few days, I thought of him as mine. Not my property, not sexually, but in
some way. We had a special bond, and part of that was the intimacy we
shared in living together. That he could so callously share that with
strangers really set me back. Maybe he didn't think anything of me at
all. I was just a guy he was stuck in a room with for a year. I knew that
wasn't true, from all of the talks we'd had, but still.

I've lusted after a lot of guys since I was a kid. A lot. Guys I'd grown up
with, guys I knew a lot better than Billy. But he is so different. His body
drives me wild. I could spend hours just looking into his eyes. Every word
he says fascinates me. It isn't just sex.  He appeals to me on every
level. I don't know what this is all about, but he drives me crazy.

I didn't want to think about it anymore. So instead I just started guzzling
more beer. The frat we were in started a chugging contest and I eagerly
entered, against the advice of both Billy and Lucy. I don't remember much
after that, though I'm sure I didn't win. I do remember puking my guts out
on the lawn outside, with Billy holding me, comforting me. It flashed
though my mind that I was so embarrassed I didn't know how I could face
either one of them again.  Billy

We stopped talking about my new job after a bit, but the rest of the night
was a mess.  Danny started drinking more beer than I thought he should and
got wasted. Lucy just seemed preoccupied, not really there, taking pictures
randomly without any of the intense interest she usually showed. Danny
entered this chugging contest against our advice, and soon wasn't able to
keep it down He started to look really out of it and I pulled him outside
to get some fresh air. As soon as we hit the cool air, it all came
up. Fuck, what a mess! He just kept heaving. Who would think he could have
so much inside him? Lucy surprised me. I was hoping she'd be the motherly
type and take care of him. But while I stayed right there with him, trying
to be as tender and caring as I could, she went on autopilot and started
snapping pictures of him retching. It was all I could do to keep my stomach
down, watching and listening to him getting so sick.

Finally, he seemed empty. And weak. And wasted. Between us, Lucy and I half
dragged; half carried him back to the dorm. We dropped him on the bed and I
walked her down to the bus stop.  "What do you think that was all about?
What made him do that?"  "Shit, I don't know. I've only known him a day
longer than you. I think he just doesn't have any experience with booze and
maybe learned a little something tonight."

"Well, he's really gonna feel like crap tomorrow."

With that I realized that tomorrow was our first home game, that we both
had to be ushers at the stadium. Oh God, the poor guy. The bus pulled up
and I absentmindedly kissed Lucy on the cheek and watched her get on, still
thinking about how shitty Danny was going to feel the next day.

I got back to the dorm and he was dead to the world on his bed. I gently
undressed him.  When he was down to his briefs, he woke up slightly and
murmured, "Gotta pee."

I helped him down the hall to the bathroom. I stood him in front of the
urinal, with one hand in the middle of his back to steady him. He didn't
move. I looked around his head and saw his eyes were shut. I glanced down
and saw a wet spot rapidly forming on the front of his underwear. Quickly,
I reached down, pulled down the elastic front, grabbed his johnson and
aimed it into the urinal. When he had finished, I put it away. The thrill
of being able to touch him there, to hold his dick in my hand was muted by
his sorry condition. I sat him in one of the booths and ran back to the
room. I got some aspirin from my drawer and grabbed a bottle of
mouthwash. I went back and made him take the aspirin and rinse out his
mouth. He did, but he wasn't really awake. Then I helped him back down the
hall to our room. Once he was back in bed, I gently peeled off his wet
briefs.

I just stood there and looked at this incredibly beautiful naked white boy
lying in front of me. In the dim light, his pale skin seemed to
glow. Though I had seen him naked while changing and in the shower, I
hadn't had a chance to really look at him. He was so beautiful, so pure,
and yet so sexy.

Junior was hard as steel in my jeans, begging to be let free. I made sure
Danny was sound asleep and quickly stripped. I stood over him, looking down
on that perfect white body, stroking my thick hard black meat. I slowly
took in the view, from the top of his blonde head, to his angelic
expression, down his smooth hairless chest and his pert little nipples.
Across his slim, flat abdomen to his anything but puny white circumcised
dick and a couple of very ample balls lying beneath it. Then down his slim
but muscular legs to two perfectly formed feet. Aside from a slight blonde
bush of hair at his pubes, he seemed completely smooth, though I knew he
had a light brushing of hair on his arms and legs.  As I took in this sight
of perfection and stroked by own rock hard dick, I felt my throat and balls
tighten up as one. I grabbed my briefs from the floor and caught my river
of white cum as it shot from me, over and over again, seven or eight strong
spurts. I collapsed on my bed, gasping for breath from the most intense
orgasm of my life. At last I looked over at my beautiful white boy. He
hadn't moved. Taking one last chance, I got up and leaned over him. Very,
very lightly, I brushed my lips against his in a soft kiss.  I just sat
there, stunned. I'd kissed a few girls before, when I couldn't get around
it. Some of them long deep soul kisses. Lots of tongue wrestling. Just
doing what was expected of me. And feeling nothing, just waiting for it to
be over. But that one brief little kiss on the lips electrified me like
nothing in my life. Oh fuck! I think I'm falling for a straight white
boy. This is not the way college was supposed to be.

Lucy

I just can't figure out those two boys. I know, obviously, that I'm crazy
about them both.  Growing up half white, half black, Hispanic raised by my
aunt and uncle, one white Hispanic, one WASP, I've spent a good deal of my
life trying to figure out my place in the world. Whites don't accept me,
blacks don't accept me. Other Latinos accept me the most, but there aren't
that many in Morristown. But Danny and Billy each seem to accept me as one
of their own, though as much as they've warmed up to me; neither has tried
to get into my pants. Last year I went out with three guys, two black, one
white. One of the black guys and the white guy got me into bed. They were
both good-looking guys and nice in bed, but neither one `rang my
chimes'. And here are two younger guys that really do something for
me. Something really romantic. But as much as they turn me on, watching
them from a distance and enjoying them is also just fine.

They're both kids. I don't mean that as a putdown, but they are
young. Danny more so than Billy. The drunken sickness tonight was evidence
of that. I don't know Danny well, so I don't know why he got so blasted
tonight. Maybe, as Billy said, a lack of experience.  I know I was
distracted the rest of the night by pictures in my mind of Billy in the
nude in front of those art classes.

I've really got to figure out these guys and where I fit in with them.

How weird is this? Both Billy and Danny turn me on so much, and they are
both such great guys. But what is happening here? They both treat me so
special, but neither one has asked me out on a date. And tonight Danny got
so drunk and so sick. And though I tried to help, Billy was all over him,
taking care of him. Even at the bus stop tonight, Billy kissed me for the
time, okay, on the cheek, but he seemed more than a bit reserved about it,
like he was kissing an aunt or something, not the way you would expect a
stud like him to kiss.

Danny is shy, obviously. Really withdrawn, and, now that I know him a bit,
I feel honored that he has opened up to me as much as he has. And Billy is
so hot. Acts really rough but isn't. He just puts on this tough fa^Çade,
but he's also a super nice guy. They are such different guys, yet they
almost seem to be set up to take care of each other. When I talk to each of
them separately, I would swear they would hate each other. But they don't.
Instead, they instinctively take care of each other. I just can't figure
them out.  Danny

"Oh, God, what did I do last night?" was my first thought when I woke up
this morning.  My stomach was doing flip-flops and my head felt fuzzy. It
didn't hurt, but didn't feel right either. Then I remembered. Billy's job,
the chugging contest, getting sick. I looked at the clock. 7:10. I decided
a shower might make me feel more human. Getting out of bed, I realized I
was naked and had no memory of getting undressed, no memory of coming back
to the dorm for that matter. I grabbed my towel and put on my robe and went
down to the showers. No one was stirring at this early hour on Saturday
morning.  I took a long hot shower and eventually began to feel human
again. My stomach calmed down and my head cleared a bit. I thought again
about Billy's new job, which brought me to thinking of his beautiful brown
body, so dark, so smooth, so sexy. Who would have ever thought a black guy
would turn me on so much. In high school all kinds of guys turned me
on. All white of course, but I seemed to have a preference for
blondes. Just thinking of the times I'd seen him naked made me hard. I
panicked. Though I hadn't heard a sound, I had been in the shower a
while. I went over to the door and peeked out into the hall. Total silence,
no one up yet. I went back in the shower and thought more about Billy's
beautiful body, especially his big black penis. I hadn't seen it hard, but
it was slightly engorged a couple of times when we showered together. The
second night I slept with him I woke up briefly in the night and felt it
hard pressing against me. As I imagined what it would look like, I leaned
back against the tile wall and soaped up my rock hard penis and began
lightly stroking it. I closed my eyes and thought of Billy.  Billy

My first thought on waking was Danny. I looked over at his bed and was
surprised to find it empty. A glance at the clock showed it was only
7:35. I put on my robe and went down to the bathroom to see if he was there
and all right. As I opened the door, I heard a shower running. Quietly, I
snuck over to the doorway to the showers, hoping to catch a glimpse of him
unawares. What I saw was beyond my wildest dreams. He was leaning against
the wall, eyes closed, a dreamlike smile on his face. And he was rapidly
stroking a good sized hard white dick with his right hand while squeezing
his balls with his left. I wondered what scene was running through his mind
making him so turned on. He began panting harder and stroking faster. He
gasped and began shooting ropes of cum across the shower room, four, five,
six. As he finished shooting, I spoke up.

"So the sweet innocent white boy chokes the chicken just like the rest of
us."

His eyes flew open, a look of horror on his face. He quickly covered his
crotch with his hands and turned his back to me, giving me a great view of
his cute, hot, incredibly white little butt. Thank God my robe was hiding
my raging boner. He just stood there, his back to me, trembling, not saying
a word.  After a minute, I walked over toward him, saying, "You know, it's
nothing to be embarrassed about. We all do it."

I put my hand on his shoulder and turned him around. He was crying, tears
streaming down his cheeks. I quickly retied my robe so that the belt
pressed my hardon tight against my belly and put my arms around him and
hugged him. He started sobbing on my shoulder.

"You'd better cut that out, white boy. You didn't do nuthin' I don't do at
least twice a day. We all do it. No big deal. But if you don't stop crying
and someone walks in on us, there gonna make us out to be a couple of fags,
and that would be a big deal. I don't wanna have to start beating guys up
to defend our honor so early in the semester."

At that he stopped, sniffed a bit and pulled away from me.

"Why don't you dry off and go back to the room while I shower? We'll grab
some breakfast and head over to the Stadium."

I showered while he was drying, but the minute he was out of the room, I
worked myself into my second intense orgasm over him in 12 hours while
replaying the scene I had just witnessed. If I never see him naked again,
that scene will stay etched in my mind forever.