Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2003 20:57:23 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Billy and Danny, Ch. 13

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
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Dec. 1

Danny

Well, today was the day. My first stab at modeling. After dinner at Aunt
Connie's, Lucy had asked me if I wanted her there for moral support.

"She just wants another look at your amazingly beautiful white dick, baby."

"You're the pervert, 'black boy'. If that's all I wanted to see, I've got
dozens of photos to look at. I just thought Danny might be more comfortable
with me there since he managed to get through a session with me before."

"Thanks, Lucy, it might be easier with you there. I mean, Billy's gonna be
there, but he'll probably just make me hard, which would shock all of the
girls and probably get me expelled."

"Yeah. At least Professor Cameron decided we should model individually,
alternating, with maybe some joint poses for the last class. I'm not sure
we could pose together asexually. Remember the number of times we had to
stop to cool off during the photo shoot."

So here we were, Billy and me in back in our robes, Lucy out front, taking
part in the class. I wanted Billy to go first, so I could hide behind
him. But he rightfully pointed out that if I watched him pose nude for ten
minutes, I'd be too hard to go out and pose myself. So I was stuck going
out first.

"Just think about something else, white boy. Like our history class this
morning. Run through this morning's lecture. Go over the points you
remember. Put yourself in another place. It helps in a lot of ways, 'cause
just holding still for that long can begin to hurt. Find a place on the
wall in the back of the room to focus on. And don't watch the
clock. That'll make time stop completely."

So I went out in the robe and faced maybe 14 girls. I took off the robe and
was greeted with a few oohs and ahhs and some murmuring, plus one soft wolf
whistle. Billy was right, the first few seconds were the hardest; after
that it wasn't so bad. Dr. Cameron got me into position and told me to
freeze, After 30 seconds I was in pain. No way I could hold this without
moving. But I had to. By the time she called an end to the session, I was
half numb and not feeling at all sexual. I grabbed my robe and went in the
back. Billy's turn.

He went out and Dr. Cameron put him in a pose that looked a lot easier than
mine. Oh, God, he's so beautiful. Watching his face, and knowing him as
well as I do, I could see that he was as uncomfortable as I was. These
poses are killers. By the end of the class, we were both sore and tired.

Lucy

I was thrilled that the boys, especially Danny, had made it through their
first session at Douglass. But I had a question for them that I wasn't sure
how they'd react to. After class, I asked them if they would take me to the
Christmas Formal at Douglass. It's sort of a Prom in December, and it
usually involves couples. I figured that if we added 50% to the price, the
three of us could go together. Why not? The three of us have so much fun
together. Are all of these things only supposed to exist only to support
heterosexual liaisons, no matter how fleeting? Both boys liked the idea,
though Danny had some doubts about his dancing ability.

"I don't really dance."

"Why doesn't that surprise me, white boy."?

"I mean, I went to dancing school when I was 10 or so, but it was ballroom
dancing. You know, like the fox trot and the cha-cha. Their idea of new
dances were the bossa nova and the twist."

"So you shouldn't have a problem with the slow dances. And I'm sure Billy
can teach you a few simple fast dance moves."

"I suppose so. But how much is this going to cost? We're already working on
a tight budget between now and Christmas."

"I'll find out tomorrow and let you know. And you don't really have to rent
tuxes. Suits are just fine. It's a week from Saturday, so you have plenty
of time for dance lessons."

"Hey, maybe we'll find a way to combine dancing and stripping and make some
real money. C'mon, white boy, let's get back to the dorm. Watching you pose
in there has got me so horny, I may have to blow you on the campus bus."

Even after all he's been through this semester, Danny can still blush when
the occasion calls for it.

Billy

I was so proud of my white boy. While obviously sacred and nervous, he got
through his first class without a problem. I had lots of problems, seeing
him naked in front of the class. Somehow the combination of vulnerability
and strength he showed turned me on incredibly. Knowing how shy he is, I
know how hard that was for him. But I'm continually discovering this inner
strength in him that gets him through whatever he has to, no matter how
scared he is.

As soon as we got back to the dorm room, I was all over him. No matter how
much I can intellectualize my attraction to Danny, no matter how his inner
soul appeals to me, his body drives me wild. A nice combination, I think. I
stripped off all of our clothes throwing them all over the room and threw
him down onto my bed. I locked my lips onto his while our bodies thrashed
against each other.

A light bulb went off in my head and I knew what I wanted. In one of his
poses in class, he had been on his knees, legs spread, leaning back. I lay
down on my back and had him assume the pose, straddling my thighs. I was
just blown away, looking up at him-tiny waist, broadening, hairless chest,
pink nipples, slim neck and beautiful face tilted back. I grabbed some KY
and slicked up my stiff rod. I put a little on my fingers and reached
around behind him, lubing up his crack until I found the spot I was looking
for. I pushed my right thumb into his tight little pucker. He just moaned
and pushed down onto my thumb. I pulled my thumb out and guided my stiff
lubed dick to the inviting, hungry hole. I pushed up slightly against his
begging hole and my head popped in.

Danny gasped, but slowly lowered himself onto my stiff dick. He didn't
hesitate, just slid down in one continuous motion, completely engulfing my
dick, settling on my thighs, holding little Billy captive within
himself. He began to ride my dick, sliding up and down on my pole. He kept
shoving himself down onto me, and then, maybe it was my imagination,
grabbing and pulling on my dick as he pulled himself off it, almost to the
tip. It was a wild feeling, but I felt to need to regain control of the
situation. I slowly sat up, with Danny sitting on my lap, impaled on my
dick. I leaned forward, pushing him onto his back, keeping my dick up
inside him. Gently, I pushed his legs back until his knees were near his
shoulders, his butt up in the air and my dick buried inside him.

Danny was lying back, pretty much on his shoulders, his asshole pointing
straight up into the air. And I was on top of him, my big black dick buried
deep in that tight hole. I looked straight down into his bright green eyes
and fell in love again. He looked up at me, his love so evident in his
eyes. I began pumping into his hot little butt, slowly at first, then
faster and faster, harder and harder. With my right hand, I reached around
and grabbed his hard dick and started stroking it, in time with my dick
pumping in and out of his ass. As I thrust harder, staring down into those
amazing eyes, I grabbed and pumped his dick harder and harder. I strained
and bent down and kissed him. As our lips touched, he shot his load all
over his chest, with each spurt his hole tightened around my cock, causing
me to lose control and shoot inside him, filling his hole with my hot seed,
wanting that feeling to never end. I just wanted to keep cumming in him, to
have my whole essence flow into him, to become a part of him. I'd always
been a romantic, but I'd never dreamed I could feel this way toward anyone.

Danny and I connect. Not just physically, but on so many levels. He meets
my cold, angry, isolated hostile view of the world with an innocent
naiveté that I would have stomped on just a few months ago, yet it stops
me in my tracks. I'm this rough tough street kid who beats his way into
acceptance, yet he stands up to me, challenging me without threatening
me. He gives himself up to me, but somehow makes it clear that that is
conditioned on my accepting him as the independent person he is. He defers
to me, willingly, but never gives in completely. He is mine, but I am his
as well. He's got me, totally. And, though I don't think I could even bring
myself to admit that to him, that works just fine with me.


Dec. 4

Danny

Our second modeling class went well, less stressful than the first, but
just as strenuous physically. I can't say the same about my dance
lessons. To say that Billy was appalled when he first saw me try to dance
to one of his Motown records would be a huge understatement.

"As far as dancing goes, white boy, you are a walking stereotype. You don't
seem to have any sense of rhythm at all. Watch me for a few minutes. You
don't have to make wild, dramatic movements. Some spectacular moves look
great when the right person does them at the right time, but it may be
years before you're ready for them. Just get a feel for the beat, move your
hips with it, and move your feet a bit. Just subtle moves with your arms,
hips and feet all keeping with the rhythm. It's not hard once you get the
hang of it. Watch."

He made it look so easy. His feet barely moved, just small steps to one
side or another, moving only an inch or so. He swung his hips loosely from
side to side. And his arms and shoulders just seemed to follow the rest of
him.

"What seems to make it all work is how loose and relaxed you are. And
that's going to be my problem. I can't relax. I'm too stiff."

"Being stiff is good in bed, but not on the dance floor, baby boy. Tell you
what, stand facing me and try to copy exactly what I'm doing."

"Okay, but don't expect a mirror image."

"Give it some time. I'm sure I can find a way to relax you."

"I know several ways you do that but I don't think they'll allow you to put
your tongue up my butt on the dance floor."

"Then we'll have to find another, more socially acceptable way. Let's give
it a shot."

I was copying all of Billy's moves, but stiffly. We were on our third
playing of Billy's Four Tops album and still not having much success
loosening me up when Bob walked in.

"I was wondering why the same album kept playing over and over. What, are
you guys practicing for the queer group?"

"Queer group? What are you talking about?"

I'm glad Billy was able to talk. I froze at the word queer.

"There was an article in the school paper today that some fags on campus
are starting an organization meeting at the Student Center next week. Joe
and I were talking about going over to see who shows up."

"I didn't see the paper today, but I don't really care who shows up. I
mean, what's it to us what people want to do in their bedroom?"

"You mean like you two dancing together?"

"Oh that. I'm trying to teach white boy here to dance before the Douglass
Formal. I'm beginning to think that he may be hopeless."

"Hey. I know I'm pretty bad, but I think I'm making some progress."

"So, who are you guys taking?"

"Lucy"

"You mean you're both taking her. Now that is a little queer."

"Oh, couples are so fifties. As David Crosby says in Triad, 'I don't really
see, why can't we go on as three?'"

I couldn't believe Billy said that and Bob seemed pretty shocked.

"You mean, the three of you are...?"

"He's just teasing you, Bob. The three of us are just friends, and we're
going to the dance together as friends to have a good time. Are you and Joe
going?"

"Yeah, I'm taking my girl, Susan, and Joe's taking her roommate, Becky."

"Well, Bob, we've got to get back to practice. I don't want to show Danny
up too badly at the dance."

"Okay guys, see you later."

After he left the room, I turned to Billy.

"Where did that David Crosby quote come from? He didn't seem quite
convinced with my explanation. We may get a weird reputation if he repeats
what you said and then everyone sees the three of us together at the
Formal."

"A reputation doesn't matter as long as a girl is involved, baby. Lots of
people are probably thinking that of us anyway. Who cares?"

"Yeah, but don't forget it's Lucy's reputation, too. We can't protect our
secret by using our best friend and making her look bad."

"You're right, baby. I hadn't thought of it that way. I wouldn't hurt Lucy
for the world, so let's make sure we don't do anything to make people talk
any more than they already may be. She's the best."


Billy

Fortunately, the tickets for the dance were fairly cheap and we could fit
them into our budget. And, since they allowed singles as well as couples,
it wasn't a problem getting three tickets. But it means we have to go home
again this weekend to get our suits.

"I'm not really thrilled with the idea of another weekend at home. I hate
being away from you, and with our parents' attitudes, it's not really
comfortable staying together the way we've been doing it. Do you think our
parent's would object to a one day visit?"

"What do you mean?"

"We could catch an early train to Newark Saturday morning, each take our
busses home, spend a few hours at home, have lunch with the family, do our
laundry, pick up the suits and meet back at the train station in late
afternoon."

"Not a bad idea. I know Mom and Dad would prefer that I spend the whole
weekend, but they might settle for a few hours alone with me without you
being there."

"My parents will probably feel the same way. You know how much Mama and Pop
love you."

"It's ridiculous that they all feel the same way about each of us. I mean,
we're both so loveable, how could they not love us?"

"I sometimes think that that way down deep in their subconscious, they
realize what our relationship really is, and that's what makes them so
uncomfortable about us."

"You mean, you think they know, Billy?"

"Not consciously, not at all. But, like I said, down deep, they may have
picked up on the vibes between us enough to make them uneasy without even
knowing why."

"Then maybe it really is a good idea to go home separately, and be careful
when we spend time together over the holidays."

"Yeah, we'll have to work out a plan with Lucy to be out as much as
possible between Christmas and New Year's."

"In the meantime, more dance lessons."

"Oh, God."


Dec. 7

Lucy

"So how'd it go at home yesterday, boys?

"Not bad. They were disappointed I wasn't staying over, but they were
thrilled to have me all to themselves without Billy. Of course, I had to
put up with some of their negative comments about him. But they gave me
more shopping money than I expected, since I told them I wanted to buy you
and Billy presents."

"So now we can afford to get you something a little nicer than that pack of
chewing gum we had our eye on."

"You sure as hell better get something a lot nicer. You were in that
jewelry store in the Village a long time and I expect jewelry."

"Don't worry, girl, we'll get you something nice. Speaking of Christmas,
Luce, see if you can come up with some cheap things we can all do over
vacation. We want to spend a lot of time together, but would prefer to
avoid each other's parents as much as possible."

"I'll talk to Aunt Connie and maybe have the two of you stay with us for a
few days. That would be fun, the three of us together, just hanging
out. Maybe a trip into the city to see the tree at Rockefeller Center."

"That sounds great, Lucy. Let us know what your aunt says."

"Have you guys given any thought to going to this Student Homophile League
meeting at the Student Center this week?"

"We talked about it a bit. Danny and I would both love to meet other gay
guys to talk to, but we just aren't ready for people to find out about us."

"But everyone there would be gay so what difference would it make?"

"Maybe they would all be gay, maybe not. But even if they are, there could
be straight guys outside the room who might notice us go in. Bob and Joe
across the hall were joking about going over to see who shows up. So it's
just not something we're ready for."

I just don't know how they do it. It's like they're walking blindfolded
through a minefield. They don't know anyone gay, no one they can ask for
advice. They can't risk meeting others for fear of being seen and
noticed. And their parents don't even like their friendship. Every day must
be a constant challenge for them. But God, they are so happy together.


Dec. 10

Danny

Last night was the first meeting of the gay group. God, I wish we could
have gone. But it's way too risky. I read all about it in the paper
today. It was certainly not the orgy Bob and Joe joked it would
be. Actually, it sounded really political and kind of radical. But then, I
guess any gay guys willing to go public like that would have to have guts
and be pretty radical.

The dance lessons were not going well. I just can't relax my mind and so my
body doesn't move right. I don't know why I'm so uptight. I mean, I usually
am, but not with Billy. I'm so comfortable being with him I usually loosen
up.

"Let's forget the mirror image idea, baby. I'm going to stand behind you,
pressed up against you, and dance. You just lean back into me and move with
me. Just go with the flow."

It actually seemed to work a little. I felt his hips grinding against my
butt and pressed back into him, moving in rhythm with him, the way we do in
bed.

"I've got an idea, definitely not something we can do at the dance, hell,
we can't even do this at the dance, but something that might teach you how
it all works, how to relax."

Billy started to undress me, pulling my shirt over my head, loosening my
belt, unbuttoning my pants. He pulled my jeans and briefs down and off my
feet in one motion, leaving me naked in front of him. He did a little strip
tease to the music for me and soon we were both naked.

"Okay, let's do this again, but without clothes."

He turned me around, pressed up against me, wrapped his arms around me and
started dancing. Both our dicks were soon standing at attention, his
pressing up along the crack of my butt.

"Hold on a sec, babe."

Billy reached over by the side of the bed and grabbed a tube of KY. He
squeezed some onto a couple of fingers and put them between my cheeks,
lubricating my hole, sliding one finger in, then the other, then both. He
also applied some to his rock hard black pole, stroking it a bit with his
other hand. He bent his knees slightly and positioned his head at my hole,
then stood up, pushing his cock up into me. Once he was fully buried in me,
he nibbled the back of my neck and whispered into my ear, "Okay, baby,
let's dance."

I felt a bit like a hand puppet, with Billy's huge dong the guiding
hand. He began to dance and I had no choice but to follow, linked as we
were. It wasn't like we were making love, I mean, there was no thrusting,
no in and out. He was just buried completely within me and we were moving
as one. I just melted into him, aware of his dick brushing against my
prostate as we moved. By wrapping his arms around me and keeping his dick
imbedded in me, he danced me around the room. I don't know how many songs
we had danced to when I felt his cock swelling inside me. As he began
shooting his load up into me, he grabbed my dick and began pumping it. It
didn't take much to make me start shooting streams of cum across the room.

As we both finished, he fell back onto my bed, pulling me down on top of
him, keeping his dick in me. We just lay there on our backs, me on top of
him, trying to catch our breath. Finally, I slowly pulled up off of him and
knelt by the side of the bed and kissed him.

"Now, that's what I call dancing, white boy. I knew you could do it."

"As fantastic as that was, no way we can do anything remotely like it in
public."

'Obviously. That wasn't the point. But now that you've done it, now that
you've felt it, you can do it again. When you get out on the dance floor
with Lucy, or whoever, just close your eyes and remember what we just did
and you'll be able to do it again. Without the cum, though."

"You should be a teacher. You have a way of inspiring students. Although at
this rate, they're gonna have to replace the carpeting in this room at the
end of the year."


Dec. 14

Billy

As much as I love Danny, and as wonderful as he is in bed, after our first
dance lesson, I never thought I would be able to teach him even a few
simple moves. I just happened to stumble onto the right combination of sex
and dance to get him to relax. And while no one will ever confuse him with
Fred Astaire, or even James Brown, his simple, coordinated moves combined
with his innocent beauty, make him an attraction on the dance floor.

And his honesty and decency continue to amaze me. He brought up the 'Triad'
thing with Lucy.

"You know. Lucy, some of the guys wonder what the story is with the three
of us. When we told Bob that we were both taking you to the dance here, he
didn't seem to understand, and Billy confused him even more, implying that
we were having some kind of three-way relationship."

"Why, Billy, what a sweet thought."

"Try to rein in your hormones, Lucy. I know you like us both and wish we
could return some of those feeling, but we do love you. Billy thought it
would be a good way to throw people off about us if we threw you into the
mix. But I realized that by trying to 'straighten' up our image, we could
be damaging yours."

"Yeah, Luce, I'll have to admit that hadn't occurred to me. I was thinking
about our reputations and not yours. So I promise that from here on, we'll
respect you and won't use you to cover ourselves."

"You mean people really think that the three of us are getting it on?
That's wild. Thank you, Danny, for being so concerned for my
reputation. And fuck you, Billy, for not considering it at all. But neither
of you should worry. I'm a big girl. I do what I please and don't really
care what others think. And, deep down, I love to shock people into
thinking about things they would rather not think about."

"So you're okay with what people may be saying about us?"

"I'm not okay with lies, but I don't give a damn if people misinterpret
what they see. I know who I am and what I am all about and what others
think doesn't really matter. I think it's funny when they misinterpret and
seem outraged."

"So, where do we go from here?"

"Danny, I think we should just cut loose and violate all the rules. As far
as fast dancing, we can all dance together. Slow dancing, maybe it should
be me and Billy, or you and me. For the pictures, we should do all
combinations and permutations, even though it may cost a little more. Me
and Billy, me and you, you and Billy, all three of us. If people are going
to talk, let's give them something to talk about."


And so we just did as we pleased the rest of the dance. My respect for Lucy
has increased tremendously. We confused the hell out of everyone there and
I think that is how it should be. Keep them guessing, keep them
questioning, keep them off balance.

Lucy

Oh, these are such beautiful boys. Faced with all of the problems life has
thrown in their faces, they are concerned with me and my feelings and
reputation. I so love them. And I am so glad that Aunt Connie agreed to
have them come visit for a few days after Christmas. I don't know what
magic Billy worked on Danny, but they both danced so well with me and made
me feel so special.

"So, since Aunt Connie has agreed to you staying with us, when do you want
to come?"

"We talked it over a bit, Luce, and would like to come over the 28th. Our
last classes are the 23rd and we're each going home to eat and spend the
evening with our families. Then, on Christmas Eve, we're going into the
Village to do a little shopping, but will spend the evening with our
families. And of course, Christmas Day will be family. Then the day after,
Danny is going to come get me and I'll stay a couple of days with his
family. My parents are going down to North Carolina to visit my sister and
brother-in-law in Fayetteville a few days after Christmas, so they won't
mind me not being home."

"Yeah, I figure my parents will put up with Billy a couple of days if it
means a couple of days more with me. So, I'll give them some time with me,
with Billy there a couple a couple of days. Then we'll stay with you
through New Year's, then back to my parents' for a couple of days before
coming back to school for finals."

"Well, if your parents are still going to be away, Billy, you could stay
with me and Aunt Connie the last couple of days and Danny could come over
during the day. That way, he could give his parents a couple more evenings
alone with him and still see you every day."

"That sounds good, girl. You sure Aunt Connie won't mind?"

"Considering her initial reaction to the news about you guys, she's done a
complete 180. You've charmed the socks off her. She's crazy about you both
and is willing to do anything to help."

"Wow! You don't know how good that is to hear. While we do pretty good at
supporting each other, and we depend so much on you, it is so nice to run
into someone older who has enough of an open mind to accept us and the way
we feel about each other."

"You haven't even begun to see what a beautiful person Aunt Connie is. I'm
so glad we're able to help you guys. So it looks like we've got a plan. We
can do our gift exchange after Christmas when we all get together. But
nothing is written in stone guys. We can rearrange things if we have to."