Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2003 18:19:40 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Billy and Danny, Freshman Year, Ch. 14

This is a story of love between two young men. If you are under age, or
live in an area where reading stories that include sex between males 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
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Dec. 22

Billy

The next few days are going to be so hard to get through. Tomorrow, we each
go home. Christmas Eve, we will meet and go into the city. But, being apart
on Christmas, our first Christmas together, will be so lousy, I'll be at
Gram's and Danny will be at his grandfathers's house with his whole family,
so we can't even call each other. I know we've made plans to spend lots of
time together over the holidays, but I don't do well with sleeping alone
and I need my daily fix of Danny.

Tonight was a bittersweet reminder of what we're facing. We made love so
beautifully. So slowly, so gently, so passionately. We must have made out
for an hour, not wanting to acknowledge that there was going to be a
parting. Danny lay on his back. I scooted up between his legs on my
knees. I lifted his butt onto my thighs and pushed my hard dick down until
it was pointed at his pink hole. I worked a little lube into his hole with
a finger, and put a lot on my steel rod. He may be uptight, but he knows
how to relax and open up for me. I slid into him, and slowly started
pumping. Danny clamped onto my love muscle and began pumping it as I was
pumping him. Oh god, we fit together so well. As I began to shoot up into
him, he started cumming all over his chest. After I pulled out of him, I
licked all of his cum off his chest. He tastes so good. Why doesn't that
surprise me?


Dec. 24

Danny

It was torture parting with Billy yesterday afternoon at Penn Station, each
of us getting on our separate busses. We were apart a couple of nights at
Thanksgiving and I hated it. It's funny, on campus, because of our
schedules, there are days where we don't see each other for eight or ten
hours and that's not a problem. And those are waking hours. But we always
end up the day together in bed, wrapped in each other's arms. Even though
we are unconscious, sleeping together is a really comforting experience for
both of us. Plus, I could tell from his face at Thanksgiving, Billy doesn't
sleep well without me. He has the nightmare. From what he's said, it used
to be only at times of stress. Now, it comes whenever I'm not there.

I stopped at the stationary store when I got to Livingston to get a
Christmas card for Billy. I decided that, although I'm not very articulate,
I wanted to get one that was blank inside so that I could try to tell him
just how much he means to me. I've been jotting down phrases in the margins
of my notebooks for days, trying to come up with the right words.

I got home and Mom, Dad and Sue were all home from work already. We talked
briefly about school and caught up on family stuff, then Mom went to make
dinner and I started on my laundry. I decided to get everything done and
pack my bag again, leaving out only what I needed until Sunday when Billy
and I are going to Lucy's. I've lived my whole life in this house, and all
of my stuff is here, but after four months of being on my own, something I
never thought I could survive, I feel like I'm a visitor here, that this is
no longer my home.

"So what are your plans for tomorrow, son?" Dad asked at supper.

"Billy and I are going into New York to finish our shopping."

"New York!" Mom gasped. "Why can't you shop around here?"

"We went into Greenwich Village with Lucy last month and saw some things
that we wanted to get. So we're going back tomorrow."

"I worry about you going into the city. You know what crime is like
there. Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"I really don't think the Village is very crime-ridden during the day,
Mom. Besides, Billy can beat the shit out of anyone, so I'm safe with him"

"Danny, watch your language."

"Sorry, Dad. Would crap have been a better choice of words?"

"Your language has been getting worse ever since you've been hanging out
with that kid. And you're getting an attitude I don't like. He's just a bad
influence on you all around."

"Yeah, he's taught me a few new words. But you should hear the other guys
in the dorm. He's been a better influence on me than you'll ever know. Can
we please drop the subject?"

"Will you be home for supper?"

"Yes, Mom, I'm sure. We're going early and only have a couple of things to
get. Don't worry about it."

Christmas Eve has never been a big deal with my family. A regular dinner, a
few games of pool for me, TV for Dad and Sue and sometimes a late evening
church service for Mom. Not exactly a close religious family experience.

After cleaning up the supper dishes, I went up to my room to write my card
for Billy.

     My Beautiful Billy,

     I can't even begin to put into words how you have changed my life. I
love
     you in a way I never thought I would love anyone. If my life were a
jigsaw
    puzzle, you are the piece that completes it and makes the whole picture
make sense.
    You complete me. You make life a joy to me. I feel that when I am with
you,
    all things are possible. And when we make love, I feel as though I am
lifted up
    out of this real world and into some heavenly place. Whether you are in
me,
    or I am in you, we are one body, one soul, one existence. I have to
believe
    that we were made for each other. I want you now and always. To repeat
the
    words of Stephen Stills that you quoted to me not long ago, 'I am
yours, you
    are mine, we are what we are. You make it hard." But you make it all so
easy
    as well. I love you, now and forever, Merry Christmas, my love.

    Danny

Billy

God, how I've been dreading this time apart. Christmas is always such an
exciting time, and Danny and I have figured out a way to spend a lot of our
vacation together, but I can't stand the nights alone. From our first
night, he has been the center of my life. We both had classes yesterday and
took the train up to Newark together in the afternoon. Then took our
separate busses home.

I stayed in, ate with Mama and Pop, listening to them talk about their
planned trip to North Carolina to see my sister, Sharon and her husband
Duane and my nephew Shawn. I ignored their disparaging remarks about Danny,
and went to my room to read after supper. Of course, I had the
nightmare. And it went on all night. Just like the old days. Fuck! What is
this all about? When will it ever end?

Danny and I had arranged to meet at Penn Station this morning at 11:00. We
took the PATH train into the city, changing at Journal Square so we could
get off at Christopher Street. It wasn't until we got up to the street that
we dared hug and kiss. As I grabbed onto him, all I could think was that I
never wanted to spend another night without him, though I knew we had
several coming up. We walked down Christopher, holding hands. It just felt
so right. We got to Seventh Ave. and stopped for the light. I don't know
what came over me, but I was so overwhelmed by my love for the beautiful
white boy whose hand I was holding.

Without any forethought, I knelt down on one knee and grabbed Danny's right
hand in both of mine.

"Danny, I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love
another. You are my world. Your presence in my life has made every moment
beautiful since the day I met you. I love you with all my heart and will
until the day I die. I want to be with you forever and love you and be
loved by you forever. Will you marry me?"

Danny looked down at me, puzzled, shocked and embarrassed.

"I'm so in love with you and want to be with you forever, too, but you know
there's no way we can get married."

"I know that. I know we can't get married. But there is no law that says we
can't be engaged. No one can stop us from committing to each other that
far. So, if we could get married, would you marry me?"

"I would marry you in a second if we could, and if there is ever a time in
our lifetime or place in the world where we can get married, I will."

I stood up and wrapped my arms around him and kissed him like that first
time at Willie the Silent. I'd never felt so good in my life. We'd made a
commitment, one that I knew we'd never break.

"Okay, white boy, you're stuck with me now. Let's get over to the jewelry
store and get our earrings."

"You mean, our engagement rings. Hey, they're diamonds and they're
identical, and matching earrings for guys is so much gayer than finger
rings. This is all turning out perfect, black boy."


Danny

Billy totally blew me away with his proposal. I thought he was kneeling to
tie his sneaker. Then all of a sudden, those beautiful words of love came
out of him, followed by a marriage proposal. He said everything I had
wanted to say in my card, but so much better. But then, he is the English
major.

We got to the jewelry store, half afraid the guy wouldn't remember us or
that he wouldn't even be there anymore. But we were greeted with his warm
smile when we walked in.

"I was beginning to worry about you boys. Though it was so obvious how much
you wanted the earrings, I knew you'd show up."

"We've got the money, plus a little more for another gift. Can we see the
earrings?"

He went in the back and brought them out. Though neither of us knows
anything about jewels, it was obvious they were the same pair, they way
they sparkled in the light.

"Okay, who's going to go first?"

Rough, tough, brave boy Billy pushed me forward. I guess he had learned his
lesson at the blood donation. The clerk kept talking, trying to reassure
us.

"You decided on left ears before. I'm going to apply ice to your left
earlobe to numb it and then quickly punch a hole through. I'm not saying
you won't feel it, but it shouldn't hurt. Then I'll ice it again until the
little bit of bleeding stops. Then I'll put in the earring. You should each
watch that part, so you see how the earring works."

I sat down and let him do the icing thing. After my ear lobe went from
freezing to numb, he made the hole. Like he said, I did feel it, but it
didn't hurt. Then more ice. I noticed Billy was staring out the window
through all of this. The jeweler took away the ice and dabbed a little
rubbing alcohol on my ear lobe, which stung like hell.

"Okay, Billy, watch how I do this so you can do it if necessary." He had me
in front of a mirror so I could watch, too.

Once mine was in, he repeated the whole process with Billy. For a tough
kid, Billy can be a real sissy with things like this.

"Now, boys, you have to keep them in around the clock for a few days. Take
them out twice a day and clean your ear lobes with alcohol. When it stops
stinging, the holes will be healed and you can start leaving them out when
you don't want to wear them."

"Shit! You mean we have to wear them all the time for a few days?"

"Of course, otherwise the holes will close up. What's the problem?"

"The problem is, we're staying with our parents for the holidays. How are
we going to explain this?"

"Hmmm. You're college boys, aren't you? Why don't you call it a fraternity
stunt or something like that. Parents are always ready to buy crazy college
stories."

"We'll figure something out, Billy. In the meantime, let's get Lucy her
gift."

We went back to the lockets and decided on the one we had liked the first
time we were there. After paying for the earrings and the locket, we had a
little left over.

"What about Aunt Connie? I mean, we hardly know her but she's really nice
and she's letting us stay at her place. We should get her something."

"You're right, Dan. How about one of these pins?"

"I think they're called brooches, but that's a good idea."

By the time we picked out a nice one, we were running low on money.

We went over to Julius' on W. 10th St. for burgers and a beer after we had
finished our shopping. We each had about $20.00 left.

We're going to have trouble getting through vacation on this, white boy."

"Don't worry. My parent's will give me my allowance before we go over to
Lucy's on Sunday and we should be able to squeak by with that."

"So how do we go home with these diamonds in our ears? We hadn't planned on
that. Pop and Mama will totally freak out. I liked the salesman's idea, to
blame it on a school stunt. We can say we lost a bet in the dorm, maybe
over a football game, or something, and have to wear them for a couple of
weeks."

"If you think that will work with your parents and you can carry it off,
good. But I'm a lousy liar. I think I'll give them the line we were going
to use at school. That it's the latest fashion in New York, that all the
young guys are wearing them. No way my parents will know any better. I can
say that I liked the look and talked you into it. That's close enough to
the truth that I can pull it off."

"Won't two different stories be a little confusing?"

"Maybe for you. You'll be seeing your parents and mine. Fortunately, they
don't know each other and talk to each other. Just back me up around my
parents. And one other thing-as far as the parents are concerned; these are
fake diamonds and cheap gold. We can't let on how much we spent on them or
where we got the money."

"You got that right, white boy."

After our late lunch, it was time to leave paradise and go back home. When
we got to the PATH station on Christopher St., we hugged and kissed
goodbye. Then we went down into the station and took the two trains to
Newark, not touching each other. At Penn Station, we risked a hug and
wished each other a Merry Christmas. I pulled the card I had written for
Billy from my pocket and gave it to him as we separated and went to our bus
lanes for the rest of the ride home.



Billy

I read Danny's card while waiting for my bus. By the time the bus arrived,
tears were streaming down my cheeks. What did I ever do to deserve the love
of such a beautiful boy? I stuffed the card in my bag and wiped my eyes as
the bus pulled in.

As I expected, Pop and Mama freaked out over the earring. They seemed to
buy the lost bet story, but really couldn't deal with it. Pop said I looked
like a fruit, Mama said it looked effeminate. And they were both worried
about how the rest of the family would handle it at Christmas dinner.

"No problem, Pop. Your job is to let it be known that the first person to
say anything about it will get a broken nose, courtesy of me. You know my
reputation as well as they do. While Danny has taught me patience and
self-control over the last few months, I still think I could punch out
anyone who doesn't show me the proper respect."

Maybe it was the way I said it, but both Mama and Pop seemed a little
intimidated and dropped the subject.

After supper, I went to my room and read Danny's card over and over
again. For a shy little white boy, he said exactly what he felt and it came
through loud and clear.

What a day. I proposed to Danny, something that had never entered my mind
before, and he accepted. We were engaged, though secretly. And we had the
most beautiful engagement earrings. And I know what the cost of them was
for Danny, given how shy and modest he is and how we had to earn the money
for them. I've never felt so loved. This has got to be the best day of my
life.


Danny

If I thought parting from Billy had been tough yesterday, today was
infinitely worse. But I was left with feelings I had never dreamed of.
Billy wants to marry me. He loves me that much. And, oh, do I want to marry
him. No one has ever meant as much to me as he does. And I can't imagine
anyone ever will.

As I walked up the street to the house, I braced myself for the onslaught
against the earring. While Mom was horrified that I had had my ear pierced,
she thought the stone looked really nice for a fake. Dad said it looked
queer and Sue said I looked like a fairy.

As soon as we finished eating. I went up to my room to study, even though I
couldn't concentrate. All I could do was rerun the events of the day. The
boy I loved more than anything in the world had asked me to marry him. And
I said yes. So that means we're engaged. But we can't tell anyone, except
Lucy. And we can't ever really get married, so it looks like we may set the
world's record for the longest engagement.

In spite of all of the obstacles in front of us, we seem to be making
progress and figuring out how to do things. I think this is definitely the
happiest day of my life.