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.
Thanksgiving Day
Billy
I should have expected it. Last night was the first night Danny and I have been apart since we met at the end of August, The first few weeks as our straight roommate period. Ever since as lovers. We both dreaded being apart. We took the train to Newark together yesterday. Then had to take separate busses home. We shook hands goodbye (oh God, I wanted him to hug me so bad). Supper went as it always had before, in nearly total silence, once Mama had said Grace. I stayed in, not wanting to run into anyone from the old gang. Fuck, that seems like it was a hundred years ago, and I have no desire to go back.
So I went to sleep alone. And it happened. The nightmare. That unknown terrible fear within me. Of course, Mama came to my room to comfort me. But she couldn't do what Danny could. It came back, over and over again, all night long.
And, of course, Pop was pissed at breakfast.
"I don't know what's wrong with you, boy. Yelling and moaning all night long. I don't know how that white boy roommate puts up with you. You're supposed to be a man, but you act like a baby at night. Thank God, you're not here every night."
"I don't have the nightmares at school. Not since the first week, anyway. And Danny was able to stop them when they happened."
"That little white faggot. I don't know how you stand being around him. He's such a mealy-mouthed wimp, a real nothing. Is that what you want to be?"
"Just shut your mouth, Pop. Danny is the most decent man I've ever known, present company included. All the 'friends' I had in high school, the ones who got caught with dope, the ones arrested for stealing, I never heard you bad-mouth any of them. You have no idea who Danny is or what he's like. I'd be proud to have anyone compare me with him favorably."
"Now, boys, just calm down. We all had a bad night, but today is the day to thank the Lord for all of our blessings, so we shouldn't start off on a bad note. We all have too much to be thankful for."
"Yes, Mama."
In just under three months of being out on my own, I'd almost forgotten how wonderful these little family breakfasts were; Pop finding fault with everything I did and Mama using the Lord to smooth over everything. It almost made me look forward to Grandma and Uncle Samuel and Aunt Clara coming to dinner later. At least they'd add some variety to the criticism. I kept reminding myself, 'tomorrow you'll be at Danny's', over and over again, like a mantra. Which reminded me...
"By the way, this may not be the best time to bring it up, but Danny's parent's have invited me to spend a few days with them this weekend. I figured since you were working tomorrow anyway, Pop, and Lucy and her aunt have invited us over on Saturday, you wouldn't mind."
"But you just got home."
"Mama, I was here last night, I'll be home all day, and I'll be here tonight and in the morning. That's a nice visit."
"I suppose we'll have to be grateful for it. Tell us more about this Lucy. You've mentioned her several times. Is she your girl? What's her family like?"
"She's not exactly my girl. She's a friend. A friend to both me and Danny. I've told you what little I know about her background."
"Well, maybe you'll be more than just friends soon. It sounds like you like her. And how could she not like you, my baby."
"My bet is she'll go for the white boy. These half and halfs always go white if they get the chance."
Oh God, this is going to be a long day.
Danny
I didn't fall asleep last night until nearly dawn. Then I slept until noon. I can't believe how much I miss Billy. We just parted at the train station yesterday afternoon, and he'll be here tomorrow, but this was the first night we've been apart since we met.
Grandpa, Uncle Al, Aunt Doris and my cousin Cheryl got here while I was still in the shower. Modest as I am, I've become so used to walking around the dorm in a towel that I think I shocked them all. Good. They need shocking. They're all such conservative prudes.
When I came down from my room, all dressed and proper, dinner was on the table. Uncle Al said Grace. He's always been big on appearing to be religious. The beginning of the meal was all family talk, mostly about my cousin Bill (Cheryl's older brother) and his wife, Jenny and if and when they might be having a baby. Then Aunt Doris began her inquisition of me.
"So, Danny, have you found a girlfriend at college yet?"
"Not yet, Aunt Doris. Rutgers College isn't coed so it takes time to meet girls."
"Well, honey, you're always talking about this Lucy," Mom chimed in, "and you'd probably have more time to meet other girls if you didn't spend so much time with that Billy."
"Oh, shit!" Dead silence.
"Son, watch your language. There are women present. You never talked like that before. It's that roommate of yours rubbing off on you."
"I'm really sorry, Dad. It's just that I forgot. I invited Billy to come over tomorrow and spend the weekend and forgot to ask you."
"You shouldn't have asked him with asking us first. But since you have, I guess we have to accept it. In the future though, ask us first."
"Sorry, Mom. I know you're not crazy about him, but he's my best friend. If you gave him a chance, I know you'd like him, I just know it. But don't worry, we won't be underfoot all weekend. Lucy's coming over tomorrow to hang out with us and Saturday we're spending the day with her in Morristown and having dinner at her house."
"So what's wrong with this Billy?" Grandpa asked, as I noticed my sister Sue whispering to Cheryl.
"Yeah, Sue, he's black and he's from Newark and he's a tough street kid. So what? He's my friend. So just lay off. None of you have even tried to get to know him. He's a great guy."
"I know you're roommates and have to spend a lot of time together. But you are very sensitive and impressionable. And, to be blunt, he's a bully. I think he's pushing you around and influencing you and you don't even realize it."
"Mom, he's not a bully, except when he has to be. He doesn't push me around. And, yeah, he has influenced me a lot, but I've influenced him a lot, too. We're good for each other. So just leave it alone."
"Son, I think your mother's right. I've never heard you talk back like that."
"I wasn't talking back. I was just responding. I know you're just looking out for my welfare. But I can look after myself, too. Three months ago, I didn't think I could. But now I do. And Billy's part of the reason for that. So give him some credit, give him a chance. You'll like him when you get to know him."
"Sounds like the boy knows what he's doing, and maybe we should all leave him alone." Grandpa shocked the hell of me, but I could have kissed him.
Fortunately, Aunt Doris turned the conversation back to her prospects toward becoming a grandmother and I was able to drop out of the conversation.
Lucy
Thanksgiving has always been a small, but important holiday at our house. Just Uncle Evan, Aunt Connie and me. Just the three of us. Uncle Evan was an only child. And Aunt Connie only has her younger sister, my mother, who ran off after my father so many years ago. And for some reason, Uncle Evan and Aunt Connie were never able to have children, so it was always just the three of us.
Aunt Connie is ten years older than my mother, and Uncle Evan was eight years older than her. But what a close loving family we were. Then, my senior year of high school, Uncle Evan got sick and died. Cancer of the pancreas. I wasn't even sure what a pancreas was. It happened so fast. It seemed like one day, the three of us were out hiking up in the Delaware Water Gap, the next day he was dying in a hospital bed. If it hit me hard, it must have hit Aunt Connie a thousand times harder. He was her life. Not her whole life. I mean, she teaches Spanish at the high school and is active in the church, but she was so devoted to him. And he was to her.
Billy and Danny are the only couple I have ever seen as devoted to one another. Maybe that's part of what draws me to them.
So now Thanksgiving is just me and Aunt Connie, closer than ever.
I felt bad that, although I had told her about my friends Billy and Danny, and had asked and of course received her permission to have them over for dinner on Saturday, I still hadn't told her about their relationship. And I wasn't sure I should, since they had sworn me to secrecy about it.
At dinner, she brought up the subject.
"So, Lucinda, you talk about these two boys all the time. Do you have any special feelings for one of them? I know they are younger than you, but one year is nothing to talk about. You had a couple of boys after you last year, but neither seemed to attract your attention the way these two do."
"To be honest, Aunt Connie, I love them both. But as friends. I know if I let my guard down, I could fall in love with either of them, as different as they are. But that wouldn't work, and I'm really happy being their friend."
"Why wouldn't it work? Why cut yourself off from possible love?"
I was torn. I'd let Professor Cameron in on Billy and Danny's relationship just by showing her pictures. And I'd promised them to keep their secret. But this was Aunt Connie, the woman who had taken me in as a baby and loved me every day of my life, no matter what.
"It wouldn't work because they are in love with each other. They are gay, Aunt Connie, and totally in love."
Aunt Connie and Uncle Evan had always been free thinkers even though they were pretty solid Republicans. And so I was kind of surprised at her reaction.
"I wish you had told me before I agreed to having them here for dinner Saturday. I would not have welcomed a couple of maricones to my house. But now I can't say no."
"Don't call them that. They are beautiful human beings in love with each other. Please, for me, withhold judgement until you have met them."
Nov. 30
Billy
Oh, God it was good to get out of there. I know it's home and they are my parents, but it was so stifling being there. And it was so nice that Danny was able to drive down and pick me up. He got up early and drove his mother to work so he could have her car for the day. But it was torture. It was the first time we'd been apart that long and we were finally together, but we still had to act the part.
We drove out South Orange Ave. toward Livingston. About halfway, at the top of a hill in a park, he turned off the road and drove to a parking area.
"Sorry, but I just have to kiss you." He leaned into me and kissed me, tenderly at first, then passionately. "Want to go home and make love, or go into the bushes? I know this park from Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts. I could find a private spot for us in two minutes. Or we could be at my house in five minutes. I need you in me real soon."
"If you can wait five minutes, and we can have some privacy at your house, I'd like to wait. It's a little cold out and I want to be comfortable when I fuck your brains out."
"Promises, promises. I'll drive you home, but I'm holding you to your word."
It was more like ten minutes until we got to his house, but no one was home and we had the place to ourselves. Danny grabbed my hand and led me up to his room, stripped off all our clothes in seconds and threw us both onto the bed.
"Fuck me!"
As much as I missed him, and as horny as I was, I was a little surprised at his aggressiveness.
"What, no foreplay? No teasing and pleasing?"
"Hey, street punk, you want to fuck a white boy or not?"
I suddenly realized that Danny was pushing my fantasy from his side and needed no further encouragement. I got off the bed and stood over his face.
"Suck on this big black stick, white boy. It's all the lube you're gonna get."
He sucked my dick for a couple of minutes and almost made me come. He is so good, or maybe it's just the idea of being down his throat that is so good. I think it's both. When I thought I couldn't hold off much longer, I pulled out. I flipped him over so that he was on all fours. My dick was dripping with his saliva, but I thought I'd help him out a bit. I leaned in and began licking and sucking his asshole. I loved it, and from his moans it was obvious he did too, but I wanted so much to put so much more up his butt. So I put the wet head of my big black cock up to his relaxed wet hole and pushed.
I slid in, welcomed by him, body and soul. And then I fucked like a madman. Plunging in and out of him like a maniac, my rock hard black rod stretching his sweet pink hole. I alternated slapping his cheeks as I pumped into him until they had a nice red glow. My thoughts of this sweet white boy who loved me so much overwhelmed me and I exploded, shooting streams of cum up his ass.
We collapsed on the bed, joined together physically, emotionally exhausted. We must have dozed off, because the next thing I heard was the doorbell ringing. Danny was dead to the world, totally oblivious, sleeping with a smile on his face and my dick up his ass. I gently pulled out of him and slid out of bed. I pulled on my jeans, ran down stairs and looked out the window. It was Lucy, about to ring the bell again. I yanked open the door.
"Shhh. You'll wake him up."
"What's he doing sleeping at this time of day? Oh, God, you smell like sex. I think I just answered my own question."
"What did you expect, girl? We just spent two nights apart, the first since we met. We were both a little out of control."
"You guys are so horny all the time. How many times a day do you get it on, and you can't skip a day or so?"
"Well, since you asked, we usually do it two or three times a day, which is why it's so hard to skip a day. C'mon, let's go wake him up together. He's really ticklish."
I led Lucy up the stairs and into Danny's room. Danny was lying asleep on the bed, naked and uncovered, and totally aroused. Lucy gasped at the sight of his erection.
"Whoa, girl. I think you'd better go back downstairs and let me get him up. I mean, wake him up. Obviously, part of him is up already."
Lucy left the room and I went over and sat on the side of the bed. Danny's rock hard dick was too much temptation for me. I bent over it and took it in my mouth and began to suck, sliding up and down on it, all the while sucking. I took his balls in my hand and gently squeezed and pulled them. I kept it up, swallowing and sucking his cock. And playing with his balls. He didn't wake up, but was definitely responding in his sleep. I felt his balls pull up, just as he woke up and gasped. And started pumping his load down my throat. Once I was sure that I had drained every last sweet drop from him, I moved up and kissed him.
"Time to get up, baby. Lucy's waiting downstairs."
"Oh, damn. I didn't mean to fall asleep. What happened? How did she get here? And why are we doing this with her here?"
"The doorbell woke me and I went down and let her in. I thought we'd come up and tickle you awake, but you had that big hardon sticking up, so I sent her back down and decided to wake you up my own special way."
"You mean she saw me hard? Oh, man, how am I going to face her?"
"Don't worry, babe. I think that one quick glimpse has given her some fantasy material to keep her going for quite a while. Just play dumb and act like I didn't tell you she was up here and everyone will feel more comfortable."
Lucy
Danny had given pretty good directions and I found the house okay. Still, I felt a little nervous standing in front of the door. It was such a white, suburban, cookie cutter neighborhood. You could just feel that the people came out of the same mold, just like the houses. After ringing the bell twice with no answer, I was getting a little nervous. Then Billy opened the door. Barefoot, no shirt, jeans unbuttoned with the fly halfway down, making it obvious he wasn't wearing any underwear. God, what a sight! I wasn't in the house a minute when I caught the smell of sex on him.
He came right out and admitted that they had just 'done it', indicating that 40 some hours apart had been torture. But he invited me up to Danny's room, so we could tickle him awake.
I wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted me. I spent a couple of hours photographing them both in the nude last month. But we'd all worked hard to make it a non-sexual experience. And suddenly, there was Danny, lying naked, with as hard an erection as I've ever seen. And though I haven't seen very many, it looked pretty big to me. Billy obviously hadn't expected that either and practically pushed me out of the room, asking me to wait downstairs while he woke Danny.
Damn! The one time I didn't have my camera. Though I get the feeling that if I had taken a picture, Billy would have either smashed the camera, or exposed the film. He is so protective of Danny. Though, even without film, I will never forget that image of Danny. So beautiful, so pure, so innocent, so bursting with sexuality. Billy's a lucky guy.
Danny
God. I can't believe Lucy saw me with a hardon. But she did and there's nothing I can do about it, except pretend she didn't. So that's what we did, as we listened to records and played pool. It was a nice afternoon, considering how awkwardly it started. I had to go pick Mom up at the hospital at 3:30 and by the time we got back, Dad and Sue were both home from work.
Dad was in his recliner, watching a game show on TV. Sue was up in her room, doing who knows what. They had at least been polite enough to say hello to Lucy and Billy who were still playing pool in the rec room. I introduced Mom to Lucy and they actually seemed to hit it off well. I took Lucy's place in the pool game while they chatted for a few minutes until Mom left to change out of her uniform.
"Your Mom's nice, Danny. Younger and hipper than I imagined. Really pretty, too. I can see where you get your looks."
"She is nice, and she does have some young, hip ideas. But she grew up in a conservative family and carries that with her, too. She's probably the most liberal one in her family, but that still doesn't mean she's a liberal. She only quit being the Republican county committeewoman for our district because she couldn't stand Nixon."
"Somehow, I can't imagine our beautiful white boy here being the spawn of Republicans."
"Well, believe it, black boy. And my parents are the liberal wing of the family."
Mom made a simple meal of burgers, fries and a salad and we all sat around the living room eating and talking, since there wasn't room for everyone in the kitchen. For big family dinners, we put plywood and a tablecloth over the pool table and ate in the rec room, but this wasn't a big occasion.
Mom had taken Spanish in high school and tried out what she remembered on Lucy. That took all of five minutes. Then the conversation got a little more personal.
"So Lucy, I'm sure a girl as pretty as you has guys lining up to ask you out. Yet you spend your time with these two guys, just hanging out. Wouldn't you rather be dating someone special?"
"I'd love to be dating someone special, Mrs. Stephens, and believe me, I keep my eyes open. But it is so nice to have male friends like Danny and Billy. Guys I can just hang out with and talk to and relax with. I've never had that experience before. All the guys I've known before had ulterior motives."
The conversation seemed to be heading into dangerous territory.
"You mean that you don't think Danny or Billy have any ulterior motives? That neither one wants to date you? Why?"
Lucy looked trapped, but fortunately Billy jumped in.
"We talked about all this not long after we got to know each other. Yeah, Lucy's a foxy chick. And she admitted she could go for either one of us. But Danny and I were just building our friendship, and either one of us going out with Lucy could mess that up, and mess up Lucy's friendship with the other. So we decided to just be three friends."
"I guess the world is changing. When I was your age, boys and girls weren't just friends."
"Well, Dad, we seem to be making it work. The three of us have a blast together."
We'd finished eating, so the three of us excused ourselves to the rec room. We lit a fire in the fireplace, pulled cushions and pillows off the furniture and just laid on the floor, talking about anything and everything, until it got late and Lucy had to go. She'd written down directions to get to her place tomorrow. The three of us kissed goodnight.
"Well boys, be good. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Girl, when are you going to get it? We only do things you wouldn't do."
Lucy
The boys arrived at noon, right on time. Aunt Connie was polite, but reserved. To be honest, I'd never seen her act the role of polite bitch before, and I didn't like it. I got the boys out of the house as soon as I could, but hung back for a few words with Aunt Connie.
"Please don't be like this. They're nice guys. You'll like them. For me, please try to forget what they are and find out who they are."
"Okay, Lucinda. For you."
Fortunately, it was mild for late November, so we could walk around town and not be uncomfortable. Morristown is a great little place. A tiny city in the middle of suburbia. Lots of shopping, lots of restaurants, quaint old houses and the American Revolution, all packed into three square miles. I showed the boys the sights, some of which Danny was familiar with.
"I know a little bit about Morristown. Once, I did a 20 mile hike in Boy Scouts that wound through Jockey Hollow and ended up at Washington's Headquarters. My other favorite memory of Morristown is seeing Dr. Zhivago at a movie theater on the Green with my mother and sister. I dreamt about Omar Sharif for months after that."
"God, what a horndog this white boy is. I'll admit I know nothing about Morristown, but at least I don't have any twisted sexual fantasies connected to it."
"Hey, if I were you, I wouldn't be bringing up twisted sexual fantasies."
"Ohmigod. This is one of those situations where I don't know if I want you to stop, or keep going. If this is more than I want to know, or not enough. Maybe later. I don't think I need to know any more right now."
Billy
Morristown seemed kind of nice. Yeah, it was a small town, but very squeezed in, like a city, and faces of all colors on the sidewalks. Lots of upper class white folks, but plenty of black faces too. One of the few places I'd been where everyone seemed to mix and get along. After a few hours of walking in the brisk November air, we were all starving by the time we headed back to Lucy's. Lucy was acting kind of nervous.
"Guys, I have a confession to make. I told Aunt Connie about you. I know, I promised. And I already blew it once with Professor Cameron. But Aunt Connie is like my mother, only more so. She raised me and loved me even though she didn't have to. And she started asking uncomfortable questions about my relationship with the two of you. Kind of like your parents last night Danny, but I didn't have Billy to jump in and rescue me. And I couldn't lie to her."
"I thought she seemed a little cold when you introduced us."
"Yeah, she was, Danny. She surprised me. She's always been so open-minded and tolerant. But I guess her Latin Catholic upbringing has something to do with it."
"Well, white boy, it looks like we have our work cut out for us. Time to turn on the charm and win over the nice lady."
I wasn't sure how successful we would be, but in my experience, minorities seem to stick together, except maybe when they're up for the same job. Mrs. Harris was obviously a good person from the way Lucy had talked about her, so maybe we could show her that we were good people, too. It turned out to be easier than we thought. She put an extra effort into being nice, for Lucy's sake, which made us relax and just be ourselves. And I think she very quickly picked up on the good vibes between the three of us. Toward the end of the meal, she addressed the issue.
"Boys. I want you to know that when Lucy first told me about your relationship, I wished I hadn't agreed to have you here for dinner. I've never known any homosexuals, at least that I was aware of. I don't know what I expected. Either a couple of sissies, or a couple of perverts. Some kind of stereotype that I've allowed to infiltrate my brain. But you two are just two nice boys. Nothing like I expected and so much like all of the 'normal' boys I teach every day. You're charming, amusing, respectful and, obviously, very much in love. I had prepared myself to dislike you, but tolerate your presence for Lucy's sake. But I think I can see what Lucy sees in you. And I want you to know that you are always welcome in this house."
"Man, Mrs. Harris, that really means a lot. You're the first grown-up who knows about us and it's good to know that at least one of you can accept us."
"Please, Billy, call me Aunt Connie. I get Mrs. Harris from my students all day. You too, Danny."
"Thank you, Aunt Connie. Your acceptance means a lot to me, though, knowing Lucy, I shouldn't be surprised."
I looked over at my white boy as he was talking and wasn't surprised to find tears welling up in his eyes. He is so damn sensitive. And yet so strong. It amazes me how those two characteristics come out of the same being. I put my arms around him and gave him a hug and wiped away his tears.
"Thank you for making this a really special Thanksgiving, Aunt Connie."