Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2004 20:06:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Billy and Danny 2, Chapter 5

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Billy

I don't think I've ever been so horny in my life. I know, Danny and I are
having oral sex a few times a week with an occasional hand job thrown
in. So I don't have any reason to complain, and there's no way I would say
anything to him, but I've really got to have more soon. I know that he
wants it at least as bad as me and I'm the one who's making us wait. I just
want to make sure we don't do anything to hurt him. But if I don't fuck
that cute white ass soon I think I may die. Maybe we can make love next
week. I think it's gonna have to be next week.

Mark had made plans to take Joe to meet his lesbian friend from Radcliffe
and her girlfriend at the Roundtable after work Friday night. That's too
far uptown for me to go when I have to catch a train home so Shawn and I
decided to stay in the Village for a drink. It's times like this that I am
really torn. I miss having Danny with me all of the time but he and I have
spent so much time at home the past month or so that I really feel the need
to be out somewhere. I just wish he were with me.

"If you want to dance there's a place over on West Third. They've got great
music and a hot young crowd."

"I'd love to dance, Shawn. It's been ages. But I've only got an hour until
I have to go so maybe we'd better just go to Julius'."

"No problem, Billy. This place is only a few blocks away and not far from
the PATH station. C'mon."

We walked over and paid the small cover to get into the Gold Bug. It was
really crowded and looked pretty much like the other Village bars I'd been
to, except the others didn't have a dance floor. We had a beer while our
eyes adjusted to the light and our ears adjusted to the sound. After a
while we went out on the floor and joined the other dancers. Danny and I
hadn't had a chance to go dancing since we were in Ft. Lauderdale. It just
felt so good. All of the stress of the end of the semester and the
beginning of the summer seemed to flow right out of me. I just shut off my
mind and moved with the beat. Several songs later a slow number started
up. Shawn put his arms around me and pulled me toward him, but I pulled
away.

"Ah c'mon, just dance, Billy."

"Sorry, it just doesn't feel right."

"It's only a dance. Nothing more. Relax."

I didn't want to make a big deal over nothing so I put my arms around him
and danced, pretending he was Danny. He held me tight and I could feel the
bulge in his jeans pressing against me. Before the song had ended I pulled
away again.

"I think I need another beer, Shawn. How about you?"

"Okay, Billy. I'll get this round. Why don't you grab that table?" He
pointed to a small high round table toward the back.

It took me a few minutes to work my way through the crowd to the back of
the room. Shawn joined me a couple of minutes later, carrying a beer in
each hand.

"This is a nice place, Shawn. I didn't know of any place to dance in the
Village. I'll have to bring Danny here some night when we start driving
into the city."

"Does Danny like to dance as much as you?"

I smiled as I remembered that dance lesson in the dorm when I danced him
around the room, impaled on my dick. I got half hard just thinking about
it. I reached down to my crotch and adjusted myself and hoped no one
noticed.

"He started out dancing like one sorry white boy but I've taught him a few
moves. He's pretty good and really enjoys it but we haven't had much chance
to get out lately."

"You gotta grab your chances when they pop up and make the most of them,
Billy. Like tonight. Isn't this more fun than a beer at Julius?"

"You got that right. But all good things must end sometime. I'd better get
going. What time is it?"

He held his wrist up to the light so he could read his watch.

"Five after one."

"Shit! The last train leaves Hoboken at a quarter after. There's no way I
can make it. Fuck! What am I gonna do?"

"Calm down, Billy. Are you sure you missed the train?"

"Yeah, the PATH train takes fifteen minutes to get to Hoboken so even if I
were getting on it right now it would be too late. I'm stranded in the
city."

"You're not stranded, Billy. I live over on Washington St. You can stay at
my place and get a train home in the morning. Or you could just stay in the
city. After all, you do have to come back for work tomorrow night."

"I can't stay here. Danny's at home expecting me."

"You can call him from my apartment."

"But you don't understand. He doesn't sleep well without me." I didn't want
to admit that I don't sleep well without Danny either.

"He's a big boy; he'll be okay without you for one night."

We walked to Shawn's apartment. I was really pissed at myself for losing
track of the time. It didn't seem like we were dancing all that long but
obviously we were. Shawn put his arm around my shoulder and tried to calm
me down as we walked. He was very soothing and it helped a bit.

"Take it easy, Billy. It's not the end of the world. Danny won't mind as
long as he knows you're okay."

"I guess so but I don't like him to be alone so much. He hasn't had an easy
time this summer."

"I know he's had a rough time but you've taken good care of him. I hope he
appreciates how good you are to him. You deserve a night off. We can go
back to the Gold Bug after you call home if you like."

"No, I think I'd just like to go to bed. I want to catch the first train
home in the morning."

"You should really sleep in. You could use the rest."

I appreciated his concern but it didn't help me feel much better about
fucking up. As soon as we got to the apartment I put in a collect call home
while Shawn went into the bedroom.

"Billy, what's wrong? Where are you?"

"I'm stuck in the city, Danny. I missed the last train."

"How'd that happen?"

"Shawn and I went dancing at a place not far from The Restaurant. I was
only going to stay a few minutes but I lost track of time."

"You went dancing with Shawn? Well, what are you going to do now? How are
you going to get home?"

"I can't get home until morning, baby. Shawn's offered to let me stay at
his place."

"Shawn? What about Joe? You could stay with him and Mark."

"They went uptown to the Roundtable and will probably be out most of the
night. Besides, I don't even know where Joe lives. And I'm already at
Shawn's."

"I usually sleep on the right side of the bed so you can have the left,
Billy," Shawn called from the bedroom.

"You're sleeping with him, Billy?"

"There's only one bed and it's a tiny apartment. Don't worry, Danny, it'll
be okay. Are you gonna be all right without me?"

"No, but like everything else I guess I don't have much choice."

"Don't be like that, Danny. It's not like I did this on purpose."

"I guess, but you know I can't sleep without you."

"Neither can I but we're gonna have to try. I'll be home in the morning."

"I love you, Billy."

"Love you too, Danny."

I hung up the phone and just sat there and stared at it for a minute.

"Trouble in paradise, Bill?"

I looked up and Shawn was in his underwear, standing in the doorway. I
tried not to be too obvious looking at the bulge in his briefs.

"No, Shawn. It's just that he's not good on his own."

"Like I said before, he's a big boy. So are you. A night apart isn't going
to kill either one of you."

He walked across the room and began massaging my neck, leaning against me
slightly.

"God, you're tense. Relax, Billy. Everything's gonna be okay. Come to bed."

We went into the bedroom and I got undressed for bed. I left my briefs on
and started to get in bed. Shawn had slipped his briefs off and was
standing there naked, noticeably a bit aroused. He hadn't done anything
more than be a concerned friend so I figured it was just a reaction to our
brief physical contact in the other room.

"Oh come on, Billy. You don't have to wear those. I'm sure you're used to
sleeping in the nude. Just pretend you're home and get comfortable."

I didn't want to seem like a shy kid so I took off the briefs. Shawn didn't
even pretend he wasn't looking at me.

"Nice piece of meat there, Billy. I hope Danny takes good care of it."

"Don't worry about that, Shawn."

I tried not to stare at him.  I've seen Shawn getting changed at work
several times but he was never completely naked. He really does have a fine
body, complete with a nice smooth white ass and a respectable looking dick,
which was getting larger as he stared at mine. I ignored the little twitch
in my groin as he climbed into bed.

Danny

Damn! I don't believe it. This is the last thing I need right now, the last
thing we need right now. Nothing seems to be going right this summer and
it's all my fault. I know Billy loves me as much as I love him, but I'm not
making things easy for him. He has to go to work alone and work longer
hours to try to make enough money for both of us. And then he comes home
and feels like he has to take care of me. I'm nothing but a problem for
him.

And our sex life has been pretty much on hold for weeks. I know Billy. He's
got to be incredibly horny by now. And now he's in New York in bed with a
guy that everyone says is like a grown up version of me; the new and
improved Danny. Shit!

I was just thinking today that maybe things were starting to get
better. After I talked it over with Billy I called Tim and told him we
would be back at the poker game starting next Thursday. And Billy strongly
hinted that we'd be resuming our love life again next week.

I had spent a little while after Billy left this afternoon looking over our
finances. Things aren't as bad as I thought, considering I'm not
working. We paid our fall term bills to Rutgers this week so that leaves us
pretty much where we were before my surgery-almost enough for a car. It
looks like we'll be in good shape by Labor Day though we won't have much to
spare. And then once I start working we'll be able to build up a little
nest egg.

But maybe it's too late.


Billy

Shawn turned out the light and turned to face me. His half-hard dick landed
on my right hand as he turned. I jumped as if I had been scalded and pulled
my hand away. He laid his right hand on my chest.

"Take it easy. I don't bite. Don't be so hard on yourself. Try to get some
sleep. Good night, Billy."

"Good night, Shawn. Thanks for letting me stay. You're a good friend."

"No problem, Billy. Any time."

I lay on my back for a while with Shawn's hand resting on my chest, feeling
the heat of his body so close to mine, and thinking that I'd never fall
asleep. But I did doze off. The next thing I was aware of was a hand
lightly gripping the base of my hardon and Danny's tongue licking around
the edge of the head. Something just didn't feel right though. I suddenly
realized where I was.

"Shawn, what the fuck are you doing?" I tried to sit up in the bed and pull
away from Shawn but he kept a firm hold on my cock.

"Something you're obviously enjoying. Just relax, baby, and go with it."

"No way. Let go of my dick. No offense, but I don't want to do this."

"That's not what your dick is saying, Billy. And what a dick! I think you
and I are gonna have a lot of fun."

"Forget it Shawn, I'm in love with Danny."

"Well, you know what Stephen Stills says, 'If you can't be with the one you
love, love the one you're with'."

'It doesn't work that way with Danny and me. We only love each other. So
keep your hands to yourself."

"Oh don't be a prude, Billy. Just go with it and enjoy. It's just a little
innocent fun. It doesn't have to mean anything beyond that."

"No way, Shawn."

I jumped out of bed and out of his grasp. He got up and came toward me, his
cock rock hard sticking out in front of him.

"Yeah, you say you don't want it but your dick is hard and your eyes just
went right to my cock. Lighten up, Billy. It's no big deal. I know from
what I've overheard between you and Mark that you haven't been getting any
at home lately so it's only natural that you need some kind of release."

Shawn put his arms around me, pulled me into a tight embrace and pressed
his lips against mine. I shoved him away.

"When I need a release, I'll get it from Danny."

"Fuck Danny! I'm getting so sick of hearing you and everyone else go on and
on about that kid. I don't get what anyone, especially you, sees in
him. You're a hot stud who could have just about anyone you want. Danny's
just a whiny little spoiled wimp who's got you wrapped around his
finger. He's just using you. You deserve better than him."

I lost it. I clenched my fist and drove it right into his face. He fell
back and landed on the bed, stunned. I grabbed my clothes and pulled them
on in a hurry.

"How dare you say that about Danny? You have no idea what kind of man he is
and how much he loves me and takes care of me. From now on just stay out of
my way, asshole."

I turned and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind me. I
just stood in the hall for a minute, trembling with anger, taking some deep
breaths to try to calm down. I straightened out my clothes, went downstairs
and out onto the sidewalk.

'Shit, now what am I going to do? Middle of the night and alone in the
city.'

I walked down to Christopher Street and then over to Seventh Avenue. I
stopped in front of Village Cigars and looked around. There was a yellow
cab dropping a couple of guys off at the corner and I got an idea. I ran
over to the cab.

"How much to Morristown, NJ?"

"How far away is that?"

"About thirty miles, I think. How much?"

"Fifty bucks. You have to pay round trip because I can't get a return
fare."

I pulled tonight's tips out of my jeans and counted. Seventy two dollars. I
hopped into the back seat and told him to get started. I couldn't stop
thinking about Shawn all the way home. Was that all he was after all this
time? Had he just pretended to be my friend to get in my pants? And what he
said about Danny. I think it's pretty obvious to others the way we feel
about each other. Why didn't Shawn see that? Maybe he did but just didn't
care. I just can't understand someone like that. And I sure can't like
someone like that.

Morristown was a ghost town when we got there an hour later. I don't think
we passed another car all the way to the house. I gave the cabbie a ten
dollar tip, leaving me with twelve bucks for my night's work. So what? I
was home; that was all that mattered. I should have thought of taking a cab
in the first place.

I walked down the driveway and saw the light on over the garage. Danny was
up. Big surprise. When I reached the top of the stairs he flung the door
open.

"What happened? I thought you were staying with Shawn. How'd you get home?"

"Long story, white boy. It'll keep till tomorrow. For now I just wanna say
that I never want to sleep with anyone but you, ever."

"Same here, black boy. Now get your clothes off and get into bed."

"With pleasure."

Mark

Saturday night was a mess all around right from the start. Shawn showed up
in a foul mood with a really ugly black eye. He kept pretty much to
himself. The only one he talked to very much all evening was Wayne. He
didn't seem to want to talk about it when I asked him what happened to his
eye so I left him alone. Billy must have sensed Shawn's mood because he
avoided him all night. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a
knife.

Around eight Joe and I were in the kitchen when Wayne stuck his head in.

"Hey, Mark, wait till you get a load of the tourists I just sat at your
table. They definitely don't fit in here."

"What do you mean, tourists?"

"You'll see. They really look out of place. I would have thought they were
lost but they had reservations. Good luck."

I picked up a couple of orders and headed out into the dining room. There
they were at my table of four right in the middle of the room. I nearly
dropped the plates I was carrying.

"Mom, Dad. Uncle Bill, Aunt Marcie. What are you guys doing here?"

"Maybe we should be asking you that question. This place is full of fags."

"Dad, keep your voice down. Hang on a second while I serve my customers."

I took the dinners over to a table in the corner, went to the bar to refill
a drink order and then came back to face the music.

"So how did you find this place? I don't remember telling you where it
was."

"Aunt Marcie found a matchbook in the pocket of Brad's jeans so we thought
we'd surprise you, dear. I asked for your table when I called for the
reservations and they gave me directions."

"It would have been better if you came on a week night, Mom. I don't have
much time to talk tonight." I was hoping that would head off any
conversation. It would have been better if they hadn't come at all. No such
luck.

"Hey, there's that nigger kid who was making out with the white kid in my
pool. Might have known he'd be here."

"Please keep it down, Uncle Bill. Everybody can hear you."

"Excuse me, stud." Joe came up behind me carrying a tray. "Oh hi, Mr. and
Mrs. Spencer, Mr. and Mrs. Heath, I didn't see you come in. How are you?"

They all just nodded in response to Joe. Mom and Dad really didn't like
him. If they only knew. He moved on toward his section.

"What are you doing working in a queer place like this, son?"

"Why did he call you that, Mark?"

"This is a good restaurant, Dad. And it's kind of a nickname, Mom. Everyone
here calls me that. I don't know how it got started."

"I don't want you working around all of these fags. I know that colored kid
and white kid are a couple of queers after their display in the pool. But
your little Chink friend, too?"

"Dad! Stop using words like that. You're offending everyone. And Joe's not
Chinese. He's Filipino."

"Same thing. And I'm offending them? They're the perverts. Don't you know
anyone normal?"

"I don't know what the world is coming to, Matt. This younger generation
has gone wild. Nigger boys kissing white boys, Oriental queers. Even our
Brad is dating that mixed breed spic."

"Uncle Bill, please. Don't embarrass me here."

"I don't see how anything we do or say could embarrass you in this freak
show."

"Dad, look around. This isn't exactly some sleazy go-go bar. It's a classy
place. The food is excellent and expensive. The service is great. And the
customers have lots of money. If you guys can't behave I'm going to ask you
to leave. This is my job and you have no right to come in here and make a
scene."

Wayne came up behind me.

"And if you folks won't listen to your son then I'll have to ask you to
leave. You're disrupting the whole restaurant and bothering my customers."

"Thanks, Wayne."

"You're thanking him for being rude to us, Mark?"

"Wayne isn't rude, you guys are, Dad. Now are you going to behave or are
you going to leave?"

"All right, we'll behave but we're going to have a talk when you get home,
Mark. I still don't like you working here. And I don't want you staying
overnight with your friend anymore if he's one of them."

"Mom, we'll talk when I get home tomorrow."

"I want you home tonight, Mark."

"Mom, my stuff is over at Joe's apartment. And I know that even if I came
home tonight you wouldn't still be up when I got in. So we'll talk
tomorrow. Now, who wants a drink?"

They weren't exactly on their best behavior the rest of the evening but at
least they kept it down and no fights broke out. And they did seem to enjoy
the food. I breathed a sigh of relief when they left a little after ten. I
think everyone else did too. I wasn't looking forward to going home but at
least the public part of the confrontation was over.

After work we were all changing in the back when Wayne stopped in.

"Shawn, can I see you out front when you're done? And the rest of you hang
around. I want to talk to you in a few minutes."

Shawn walked out with Wayne. We all just looked at each other. What a weird
night. Now what?

Wayne came back in about five minutes.

"Billy, Shawn told me what happened last night."

"I'm sorry, Wayne. I didn't mean to hit him, I just lost control for a
minute."

"You hit him, Billy? That's how he got that black eye?"

"Yeah, Mark. Did he tell you why I hit him, Wayne?"

"He told me everything. He wanted me to fire you. You really pissed him
off."

"I pissed him off?"

"Yeah, go figure. He doesn't think he did anything wrong. It's just the way
he and lots of other guys live. They can't understand why you and Danny
would want to live the way you do. He's not much different than a lot of
our customers who sleep with anyone and everyone they want. But most guys
respect others' relationships and know when to take no for an answer. I
don't know why he thought I'd be on his side after what he did. You know he
set you up, Billy."

"What do you mean?"

"When you were in the Gold Bug he lied about the time. You didn't miss your
train, at least not when you thought you did. He planned the whole thing so
he could sleep with you."

"That fucker! Wait till I see him tomorrow. I promise you I won't fight
with him here but I'm sure as hell gonna give him a piece of my mind. And
I'd better not run into him outside of this place. He'll think that punch
last night was a love tap."

"You won't be seeing him tomorrow, Billy. I fired him. We don't need
someone disrupting the staff like that here."

"He deserves it but I'm sorry I've created problems here, Wayne."

"Maybe things aren't so bad. I know of a great little blonde waiter who
might want some work. Do you think Danny might be able to come in
tomorrow?"

"Oh, I think I might be able to persuade him. Thanks for standing by me,
Wayne."

"It's nothing, Billy. I think after all this time I have a pretty good idea
who you are and what you're all about. Even if Shawn hadn't dotted all of
the i's I would have figured out what went down."

"So when are you going to fill me and Mark in on what happened? We're dying
of curiosity here."

"Let's go get a beer and I'll tell you guys all about it, Joe."

Danny

Friday night I slept so good with Billy spooning me from behind, holding me
in his arms. Of course, it was four thirty when he got in so we slept until
after noon. Even then we didn't get up right away. Well, we were both up,
but we didn't get out of bed. I awoke to Billy's tongue in my ear.

"So, little boy, think you're ready to get fucked?"

"Oh God, am I ready. I feel like I've been waiting for it forever. Fuck me
good, Billy."

"I'm gonna go easy but I guarantee you're gonna feel every inch of me."

"I like the sound of that. Impale me, black boy."

I could feel his rigid pole pressing into the crack of my butt. He
continued licking and nibbling my ear and neck and reached around me and
played with my nipples. Billy grabbed my left nipple between his thumb and
index finger and pinched it lightly, giving it a little pull and
twist. After doing that a few times he reached over and did the same to the
right nipple. The left one was still feeling the tingling sensation. I
loved the way he way playing with me but I wanted more and I wanted it now.

"C'mon Billy, just do it. I really need to feel you inside me."

"Your wish is my command, Daniel."

Billy stopped playing with my nipples for a minute and I felt his cold
touch as he applied some lube to me. He slid a finger into me and pushed it
in and out a few times before adding a second finger. He twisted them back
and forth, stretching me to get ready for his big dick.

"Maybe you'd better use three, Billy. It's been a while."

He slipped a third finger in and I could feel him open me up by trying to
spread his fingers inside me. After a minute he withdrew his fingers and I
felt the huge head of his dick at my hole, right where it belonged. He
pushed slowly and I felt the head start in, stretching me even more than
his fingers Once the head was in I pushed back onto him forcing his thick
shaft into me. When he was fully buried in me we just lay still for a
moment.

"You feel so hot and tight," Billy whispered in my ear. "I've really missed
this."

"Me too. This is where you belong, where I belong. Make love to me, Billy."

He slowly pulled almost completely out of me and then pushed back in until
his pubic hair was pressed against my butt. He pulled out again and thrust
back in a little faster and harder. Each time he increased his speed and
thrust. He wrapped his arms around my chest and held me tight against him
as he humped his thick rod into me. With each thrust his dick rubbed
against that wonderful magic spot inside of me that felt so good. It felt
fantastic having Billy fill me so completely after all this time. I
tightened my muscles and clamped down on his dick, sort of like my hole
giving him a big bear hug. He gasped as I did that and I could tell he was
getting close. He kept holding me against him with his right arm and
grabbed my cock with his left hand and began pumping it. I felt his dick
swell inside me as it started to explode deep within me. Knowing that Billy
was filling me with his love brought me to orgasm and I shot over and
over. When we had both run dry we just lay there, my back pressed tightly
against Billy's chest, Billy still imbedded in me, catching our breath.

"That was even better than I remembered it, white boy. Are you okay?"

"Okay would be a huge understatement. I am in heaven."

"Me too, but I meant, no headache?"

"No headache, Billy."

After a long erotic shower Billy told me about his experience with Shawn
the night before over juice and toast. I was horrified but not
surprised. Despite everyone liking him so much I knew there was more to my
misgivings about him than just jealous paranoia, though that certainly
entered into it as well. And I was proud of the way Billy defended me and
handled the situation, too, though it made me feel a little silly for ever
doubting how much he loved me.

"You know I don't like violence, but I'm glad you hit him. He had it
coming."

"He sure did. He acted like a real jerk and was offensive besides. But I'm
not looking forward to having to work with him tonight."

"Just avoid him. I'm sure he won't have the nerve to say anything to you
after what he did."

When Billy got home from work and told me how things turned out I don't
know which part of the news made me happier, that Shawn had been fired or
that I had my job back. I guess I was pretty thrilled about both.

I felt like a little kid going to the circus on the train into the city
Sunday. Other than Billy, Mark and Joe, Wayne hadn't told the staff I was
coming back so they were all surprised. The whole afternoon was like a big
welcome home party. I was a little rusty at first but after an hour or so
it was like I hadn't been gone at all. Everyone really seemed happy I was
back and I know I was. A few of the regular customers joked about my
unfashionably short hair but I didn't mind. I was back. Life can be good.