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.
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."