Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2003 22:25:42 EST
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Billy and Danny, Freshman Year, Ch. 6

Billy and Danny, Freshman Year

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. 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. 26

Billy

"Shit!! How could I have talked to him that way? And in front of Lucy. What
must he be thinking? He's gotta be hurting." All of this kept running
through my head as I sat on the steps behind the Commons after storming out
of the dorm room in a rage of frustration.

I've got to bring this to a head. The half way thing seems to be something
I can live with and something he can deal with. I'll tell him I'm a
fag. And hope he can handle it. Everything I've learned about him tells me
he will. Maybe not easily, but he's just too decent to react badly, even if
he has some trouble with it. But no way I can tell him that I'm in love
with him. I don't think either of us can handle the fallout from
that. Maybe things won't ever be the same between us, but I can't live a
total lie around the one person I love. Mama's obsession with religion has
always turned me away from God, but for once I found myself praying.

"Please, God, please let him keep on liking me. I can't bear to lose him. I
can hardly bear to not lose him yet not have him, but I need to at least
have him in my life. Please, help me. Please let him accept me."

When I got back up to the room, Danny was asleep. I went to bed,
half-hoping for a nightmare, half dreading one.

I awoke at 9:10, with barely time to race to my second period class. Danny
had already gone to his first period. Our Friday schedules ended early, but
I didn't see him at lunch and he didn't come back to the room afterward. I
waited until I couldn't stand it anymore. I left him a note.

"I'm sorry. You don't deserve to be mistreated by a nasty son of a bitch
like me. But please accept my apology. I need to talk to you. Meet me at
the Commons at 7:00. Please."

I went out and got on the first campus bus that stopped. Over to University
Heights, then Livingston College, back to the Heights, back to College
Ave., then across town to Douglass. And back again. And over again. Riding
and thinking and aching. Finally, at five to seven, the bus stopped in
front of the Student Center, across from the Commons. I got off (to the
relief of the driver who was probably getting worried about me) and went
into the dining hall. As I started down the ramp into the cavernous hall, I
saw Danny standing with a full tray looking around. I whistled and he
smiled as he looked up. A good sign. I returned his smile and hurried down
to get a tray of my own.

The only seats we could find were at the end of a table filled with loud
guys ready for a weekend of partying.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Danny asked, a bit timidly.

"Later, it's a little loud in here. Let's eat and go for a walk, okay?"

We ate in near silence. Actually, neither of us ate much, we just made
small talk about classes, toyed with our food and avoided each other's
eyes. When we ran out of things to say, we bussed our trays and went
outside. I directed him down College Avenue toward the classroom buildings,
where I knew we could have some privacy at that time on Friday night. We
got down to the grassy mall as it was getting dark and sat on the base the
statue of Willie the Silent (William of Orange, donated by a previous
alumnus).

I needed help. I pulled a joint out of my pocket. Danny just stared. "Oh my
gosh, where did you get that?"

"Doesn't matter. We need to talk and we need to relax. This should help."

I showed him how to inhale, taking in enough air with each toke to keep the
throat from burning too much. Of course, he choked a few times, but
eventually got the hang of it.

Once I was a bit buzzed, I began with an apology, intending to lead up to
my being gay and begging his tolerance and continued friendship. In all of
my confrontations and fights back home, I'd never felt so scared or ill at
ease, because the outcome never meant so much to me. I'm not sure what I
said, but I know it wasn't right to the point and I kept circling the
issue.

But all of a sudden I found myself blurting out, "I've fallen madly,
deeply, totally in love with you."

Shit! I hadn't meant to go so far and so I started babbling on and on,
trying to make what I had just admitted sound like it was something other
than exactly what it was.

Danny

I'd never seen Billy so angry before, lashing out a me like that, I knew
there was a lot of anger in him. And a lot of something else, as evidenced
by his nightmares. But the nightmares I could deal with, The reality was
something different. I was so afraid of losing him.

Lucy calmed me down a bit and gave me a pill to help me sleep. I got up
early for my first period class and decided to avoid the room and Billy for
the day. I spent most of the afternoon in the music lounge at the student
center, hiding from my life. I had been so scared of college life, but once
I met Billy, it became so fantastic. And now that it was falling apart. I
just couldn't deal with it. Late in the afternoon, I went back to the room
and found Billy's note. He was obviously as upset about what had happened
last night as I was, thank God. I was scared, but decided we needed to
talk.

We made small talk over dinner and went for a walk. We sat at the base of
Willie the Silent. Billy brought out a marijuana cigarette. I knew that
sooner or later I'd run into some kind of drugs in college, but was
surprised that it was Billy who had it. He was obviously troubled, so I let
him show me what to do and smoked it with him. Billy started babbling. I
was lost in my own confused feelings and a dizzy kind of high when I head
him say, "I've fallen madly, deeply, totally in love with you."

Now I've known I'm gay or queer or whatever you call it since I was
12. That means I'm physically attracted to guys. Lust after them. Want to
do all kinds of things with their bodies and want them to do the same to
me. Lust. Lots of lust. But love? It never occurred to me that a guy could
fall in love with another guy. And yet, within two seconds of hearing
Billy's profession of love for me, I realized that all of those feelings I
had felt toward him since the day we met, the fascination, the attraction,
the lust, the warmth-they added up to love. I was in love with him,
too. That's why I was so confused. I was in love with someone I didn't know
I could be in love with.

As all of this flashed through my mind, I realized that Billy was still
babbling, "I know you'll probably hate me, or at least not want to be
around me, that you'll want to change rooms."

I took a deep breath. " Will you please stop talking and kiss me? Just shut
up and kiss me."

It was Billy's turn to freeze and look incredulous. Just sitting there
staring at me with his mouth half open. I smiled and nodded at him, and he
leaned in toward me, so slowly. His lips touched mine, so soft, so hot, so
exciting. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in tight against him
as he began to kiss me. I clung to him as our mouths opened and his tongue
slipped between my lips. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and I greedily
sucked it in. Our bodies ground into each other, I could feel his hardness
through our jeans and I know he could feel mine. And the kiss continued, my
tongue exploring his hot mouth, his tongue probing and claiming mine. I'd
never been so high in my life literally and emotionally. I felt as if we
were floating above the ground, suspended in air, floating in bliss. I felt
as though we were consuming each other. I was about to explode in my pants
when Billy finally pulled back.

"Let's go home, baby, back to our room."

"You might have to carry me; my legs are feeling a little bit weak."

We walked over to College Avenue. In the darkness, I instinctively grabbed
his hand. When we got out to where there was more light, we separated and
walked side by side to the dorm in silence.

As soon as we got to our room, Billy took over. The kiss resumed, bodies
grinding together, Billy not only holding me tight, but his arms reaching
down, grabbing my butt and pulling me up into him. Again, I felt I was
about to explode. He moved back a step and pulled my shirt over my head. I
reached to do the same to him.

"Wait," he whispered, "Let me."

As he planted light kisses all over my face, he unfastened my jeans. When
they fell around my ankles, he knelt down and took off my sneakers and
socks. I'd never been so aroused, but felt a little awkward, just standing
there, not knowing what to do. Once he had my jeans off, he buried his face
in my crotch, turning his face back and forth, rubbing against my hard
erection through my cotton briefs. He stood and did a slow strip in front
of me. Slowly peeling his T-shirt over his head, unbuttoning his jeans. He
kicked off his sneakers and pulled off his socks. Then slowly, very slowly,
he pulled down his zipper and slid his jeans down. I'd seen him in his
briefs every day for weeks, but he'd never been so sexy. And I'd never seen
the huge bulge tenting out the front of them.

He reached out and took the elastic of my briefs and lowered them, exposing
my throbbing erection. I stepped out of them as they slid to my ankles.

He took my hand and led me over to his bed. "Lie down, white boy."

I lay down and looked up at him as he stood next to the bed looking down on
me, that beautiful smile on his face. Slowly, he lowered his briefs,
exposing his huge erect penis, darker in color than the rest of him. I'd
never seen an erect penis other than mine. It was bigger than mine, longer
and just a bit thicker, and absolutely beautiful.

He just stood there staring at me. "You're the most beautiful thing I've
ever seen in my life. Are you sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure of anything."

He lay down on top of me and took me in his arms; our two bodies pressed
together, and began to kiss me again. His tongue thrust into my mouth,
filling it and filling me. His hands moved slowly over my body, yet seemed
to be everywhere at once, caressing my hair, playing with my nipples,
squeezing my bottom. Everything he did was perfect. I wanted him
desperately but didn't know what to do. I grabbed at him, wrapped my arms
around him, and wrestled his tongue with mine.

Our writhing bodies developed a rhythm. Sliding against each other, our
erections rubbing against each other. I'd never been so turned on in my
life. I knew I couldn't hold out any longer.

"I'm can't hold it any more, I've gotta let go," I whispered in his ear.

"Don't hold it in, baby. I'm almost there myself."

With that I began to shoot, more intensely than I'd ever done before. Over
and over again. At some point, I realized that he was exploding
too. Afterwards, we just lay there for a few minutes, regaining our breath,
wrapped in each others arms, glued together by a huge sticky mess of our
own creation.

"Wow! That was incredible!"

"Wait until we get to the sex part, white boy."

"It that wasn't sex, just what was it?"

"Well, it was sex, at least a little bit. I've heard it referred to as 'the
Princeton Rub', but after the way those guys played last week, I think we
should claim the name. But there's a whole lot more to sex that I want to
do with you."

"You seem to know so much more about this than me. Have you done it
before?"

"Never. I just keep my ears open and have hung around with a raunchier
crowd than you."

"I've never done anything before either, but I've thought about it a lot."

"I love you so, my pretty white boy."

"I love you too, my tough black boy."

"How about a shower to clean this mess up?"

"Do we have to? I want to spend the rest of my life in this bed with you."

"I promise you we'll come right back and do it again. And again and again."

Billy

We had a quick chaste shower, as we discovered there were two other guys in
the shower room. In record time, we were back in our room, robes on the
floor, mouths locked together. And hard dicks pressed into each other's
abdomens. The sheets on my bed had a couple of damp spots, so we laid down
on Danny's. I laid on top of him again. This time, I was determined to go
slowly, to enjoy every inch of my beautiful white boy. As hard as it was to
tear myself away from his hot sensuous mouth, I started nibbling, kissing,
biting and licking his neck and ears. Slowly I worked my way down, kissing
and licking his smooth white chest. When I reached his right nipple, I
first licked it, swirling my tongue around it. Then I sucked it into my
mouth and finally caught it gently between my teeth and pulled on it a
little. It got hard and stood out from his chest.

By now, Danny was moaning so loud I was worried we might be heard outside
the room. I jumped out of bed, grabbed a Billie Holiday album, put it on
the stereo on a low volume, just enough to cover our sounds, and resumed
working on Danny's left tit. I licked my way down to his navel, and let my
tongue eat out that small recess. I kissed my way down and around his lower
abdomen to his thighs, carefully avoiding his rock hard dick, which I
wanted so bad. But I wanted this to last, so I moved down to his legs,
licking and kissing his thighs and calves, finally reaching his feet.

I licked up and down the top of each foot, then began sucking on each toe,
one at a time. I tried licking the soles of his feet but discovered he was
too ticklish for that. I moved back up to kiss his beautiful mouth and he
almost immediately rolled us over so that he was on top of me. He then
repeated the entire process, worshipping my body as I had his. Damn, this
boy is a quick study.

When he came back up to kiss me, I decided it was time to go for the
gold. I quickly swiveled around, so that we were both face to
crotch. Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip of his
dick. He did the same to me. I licked up and down the length of his shaft
as he took the head of my cock in his mouth. He ran his tongue around the
edge of the head, sending shivers through my whole body. Fuck! We've hardly
started and I'm ready to cum again. I pulled his head off my dick.

"Suck on my balls a bit, baby."

I started on his, one at a time. I tried to get them both in my mouth at
once, but they were too big. He succeeded where I didn't. My dick may be
bigger than his, but his balls have got mine beat. He was really getting
off on my attention to his balls, moaning and squirming. Finally, I took
the head of his cock in my mouth and slid some of the shaft in. Slowly, I
began bobbing up and down on his tool, taking more and more of it. I got
about 5 inches in when he hit the back of my throat. Much as I wanted to
take the whole thing, this was my first try, so I didn't push it. Plenty of
time for that later.

Danny was following my lead and trying to swallow my big black dick. He got
about half in his mouth and put his hand around the rest of the shaft,
stroking in time to his sucking. Each time he pulled off so that just the
head was in his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the edge, driving me
wild. I knew I couldn't hold off much longer so I increased the pace of my
sucking and grabbed his balls, squeezing them lightly as I'd seen him do in
the shower. They immediately drew up toward his dick and he began to shoot
his juice in my mouth. Though he had cum less than an hour before, it was
all I could do to swallow fast enough. I gave in and let my cum shoot into
his mouth. He stopped bobbing on my dick and just sucked on the head,
making sure he got every drop out.

As soon as we'd both finished cumming, I turned around and kissed him, with
the traces of each other's cum mixing in our mouths. Finally, we came up
for air.

"And that, white boy, is known as 69."

"Hey, I may be a little naive, but I'm not stupid. Even I knew that. What I
didn't know was how fantastic it is. At both ends, sucking you and being
sucked."

"For first-timers, I think we did pretty good, but I want to work on
getting you all the way down my throat. I want to swallow you completely,
take you completely inside me."

"I'd like that too, but you are so huge I don't think I could ever get it
all in."

"I'm only about an inch longer than you, white boy. How big is yours?"

Danny blushed at the question and hesitated.

"C'mon, don't pretend you've never measured it. Every guy does. Mine's just
a bit over eight inches."

"Mine's about seven."

"See? Not much difference."

"Well, I'll work on it. Not that it would be work. There's nothing I would
like better than to take you all, to do everything for you that you do for
me. I love you so much and never even knew it. It all makes sense to me
now. I couldn't figure it out, all my entangled feelings towards you. How
did you know?"

"Let's talk tomorrow, Danny. Right now I just want to hold you and sleep
with the boy I love in my arms."

Danny

I woke up in a position that felt strange, but nice. The opposite of the
nights I'd slept with Billy following his nightmares. This time, we were on
our sides, but he was behind me with an arm over me. And we were naked. And
his rock hard penis was lodged in the crack of my butt. I just lay there a
while, remembering the miracle of the night before, pressing back lightly
into him, enjoying the total contact between our bodies. I was lying there,
lost in pleasant memories, when I realized he was playing with my right
nipple. I quickly turned over to kiss him. Ugh! Morning mouth.

Billy solved that by sliding down in the bed and reversing himself, so that
we were once again face to crotch. I immediately took that big black head
in my mouth, as he seemed to just inhale my penis. I sucked hard on it,
licking it around the edge, which he seemed to enjoy so much last night. He
pumped up and down on my erection, seeming to take the whole thing. In no
time at all, we were exploding into each other's mouths again.

"Good morning, white boy."

"Good morning, black boy. That's quite an alarm clock you've got there."

"Ah, I think you're just interested in the swinging pendulum. How about we
go clean up a bit and I'll buy you breakfast? I think we need a little
nourishment after our workout."

We went down to the bathroom and went through our morning routines,
including a shower which was more teasing than anything else because of the
danger of someone walking in.

We dressed and walked over to the Commons, loaded up our trays with food
and found a table pretty far away from anyone else.

"So, Danny, baby, are you doing okay with all of this? You could have
knocked me over with a feather when you asked me to kiss you last night."

"I'm kind of in a state of shock, I think. I never dreamed two guys could
be in love. I thought being queer was just that, having queer physical
attractions to guys. Love was never even a possibility to me. So I've been
so confused about my feeling toward you. When you said you loved me, it all
fell together, but it's still such a new concept for me. But for the first
time since the day we met, my feelings all make sense. And last night and
this morning were way beyond what I ever though sex could be."

"I've got to admit I was more scared last night than at any time in my
life. I've dreamt of falling in love since I was a kid, but never thought
I'd have a chance because I was gay. From the minute I met you, there was
something about you tugging at me inside. I didn't get it at first, but
when I saw you confronted by those hostile crowds at the game last week, I
realized how much I loved you and wanted to protect you. Realizing I'd
fallen for a white boy who was my best friend was pretty hard for me to
deal with. Changing realities hit me pretty hard. That's why I was so out
of it this week, trying to adjust. I was so afraid of driving you away and
losing you, but I had to let you know how I felt."

"You're a lot braver than me. I've known I was gay since I was 12 but have
never told anyone and thought I never would. I figured that somehow I would
grow up and find a girl I could like, maybe love and get married like
you're supposed to."

"You mean you're into girls, too? I've never had any attraction for them at
all."

"No, me neither. But I just thought that eventually I'd have to try it. To
try to live the life people expect of you."

"Not me. I've never done what I was supposed to. I'd decided that after
college, I'd move into the city. I've heard there's lots of fags in the
Village, so I thought maybe I'd meet one and fall in love. I sure didn't
expect you."

"I don't want to seem greedy or anything, but how about we go back to the
dorm and fool around some more? I'm getting hard just looking at you."

"You don't have to ask me twice. I just have to stop at the store first."

We went into the store behind the Commons and Billy browsed around the
toiletries section a few minutes before he found what he was looking for. I
wasn't paying much attention but noticed the letters KY on the box as the
cashier put it in a bag.

"What's that?' I asked as we left the store.

Billy just smiled and said, "You'll find out in about five minutes, white
boy."