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 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. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. Comments are appreciated at NJMcMick@yahoo.com.
January 29, 1970
Billy
Sunday started out kind of weird and got stranger. We slept in until 11 and gently sucked each other off before getting up. In the shower we remembered the ad in the Voice. Of course, I was nominated to make the call.
"Hey, I'm calling about your ad in the Voice for models."
"Hang on a sec, I was still sleeping. Tell me a little about yourself while I have some coffee. I really need two models, so if you know anyone else, that would be great."
"Actually, there are two of us. We're both 18, I'm black, he's white. We're freshman at Rutgers and do some modeling for art classes. What's this all about and what does it pay?"
"You guys sound perfect. I'm doing a short film on street cruising. You know, two strangers make eye contact on the street, follow each other around, do a little mating dance. Then they finally hook up, get together in an abandoned warehouse. They strip, they embrace, then, fade out."
"We're okay with a little nudity, but no sex. We're not doing porn, no way, no how."
"We're on the same wavelength, bro. This is a school project, not 42nd Street."
"So what are you paying?'
"First, I know I can't afford the time and money to do auditions, but what do you guys look like?"
"Don't worry, we're not grotesque. We're average height and weight, nice bodies, average to good looking."
"Fifty dollars each. It's not much, but it's coming out of my pocket and I'm a student like you."
"When do you want to do it?"
"How about Saturday? Around one. We can meet at Bleecker and Christopher."
"Okay, see you then. By the way, we're Billy and Danny."
"I'm Steve and I'll be the one with all of the camera equipment hanging around my neck."
"Another $100.00 bucks, white boy. And not much to do. We'll take the train into the city Saturday and come home with enough for our books."
Dinner with Brad was something else. We didn't manage to stay in the closet very long. And Brad, though trying to be cool with our relationship, was obviously trying. But things did loosen up, especially after Aunt Connie opened another bottle of wine. Brad even seemed to get some of our double-entendres. He seems to be a really nice guy and I'm happy that Lucy has met someone like him.
We were all able to just sit back, relax and enjoy a Sunday dinner. I'm sure it was a bit of an effort on Brad's part, but he really tried and I give him credit for that. By the end of the afternoon, we were all at ease with one another.
When Lucy and Aunt Connie were in the kitchen, Brad leaned in toward us and asked, "Any chance Lucy and I can use you place tonight?"
"Give us a break, Brad. We're out of clean sheets. And I'm sure you don't want to know what we did on those sheets yesterday afternoon."
"You're right. I don't want to know. I really like you guys, but I'm trying real hard not to draw any pictures in my head."
"How about Wednesday afternoon, like last week? Billy and I can take off and give you two lovebirds a few hours of privacy."
"That'd be great, Danny. Thanks for helping us out."
"And we can give you the place next Saturday during the day if you'd like."
'Hey. Billy, that's great. You guys are the best, you know? I mean, I've never known any gay guys, but you guys are good people."
"No problem. We'd do anything for Lucy."
Monday and Tuesday passed slowly. Toast for breakfast, peanut butter and jelly for lunch and spaghetti for supper. The usual. Music playing all the time, though with our limited record collection it was getting repetitive. Some reading, but more and more sex. Now that we are comfortable in each other's skin again, sex is a great way to pass the time. Three, four, five times a day. The number of times isn't important. Sometimes, the best thing is making one time last for an incredibly long time.
And then Wednesday rolled around. Blood day for me and my white boy, sex day for Lucy and her white boy. Last week wasn't so bad at the lab, and this week was the same.
"Hey, Billy boy, how about we stop by the library and kill some time before going home?"
"Oh, shit. Are you still holding that against me? I thought you got your revenge last week."
"All is forgiven, black boy. It's just that we've got some time to kill and I'm feeling a little horny."
"In that case, find a place to park and let's go."
We parked and walked over to the library, went down the stairs just inside the door and turned into the men's room. There were two guys standing at the wall of urinals, so we each went into our adjoining booths without a word. I was opening my pants, pulling Billy Junior out when I saw Danny's dick sliding through the hole in the wall.
"My turn, baby," Danny whispered. "Your turn to take care of me.'
I dropped to my knees and inhaled Danny's cock. I sucked it, pulled on it, and milked it for all I could. I just was sorry I couldn't get at his balls, 'cause I know how much that gets to him. In no time, I felt his dick expand in my mouth and it started unloading down my throat. All the while, I was pulling on my own dick, and as Danny started cumming in my mouth, I started shooting all over the floor. God, what a mess. Thank God for custodians and their mops.
Feb. 1, 1970
Danny
Tonight we go back to school and try it all over again. After Wednesday's plasma sale we have almost $100.00 for books for next semester. Once we sell back last semester's books, we might have enough, if we buy used. Plus this new fortune Billy had arranged for us to make.
Billy had explained the storyline of the little movie to me. It seemed cool and very daring for a class project. But what do I know of New York and film? I was really looking forward to it. I mean, there was the nude scene at the end, but who was gonna see it? A professor and some students at NYU? How many students at Rutgers have seen us nude in the last couple of months? Just a few months ago, who would have thought I'd be so casual about public nudity?
So yesterday, we took the train into the city. We'd let Lucy and Brad know the apartment was theirs for the day. It was a bitter cold day. We met Steve and a friend he introduced as Dude on Christopher. He seemed to have really sophisticated equipment for a student. He said he'd signed it out from the department at school.
He was crazy about us, said we were more than what he hoped for. Billy's tough urban street kid and my innocent suburban white boy were just what he was looking for. We wandered around the Village, cruising each other for hours doing what he told us. Then he finally hooked us up, running us into each other, with Billy going for a tentative kiss. He had Billy lead me down to an abandoned warehouse at the piers on the Hudson River.
We got inside the warehouse and Steve pulled a big Thermos out of his bag.
"You guys have been great under really bad weather conditions. I know I'm freezing, so you must be too. And for this last scene, you have to get naked. I brought some hot tea, to try to warm you up a bit. Besides, I don't think either of you wants to appear on film in this cold with 'shrinkage'. So let's warm up a bit before we do the last scene."
The four of us starting sipping tea and warming up.
The next thing I remembered was waking up this morning here in bed, at home, with Billy wrapped all around me. I don't know how we got home. I vaguely remembered stumbling through the trains last night. And then, flashbacks hit me. Me and Billy, making love, in very many ways, in very many positions. And a camera there, recording it. Just brief glimpses. Like a series of still photographs, flashing through my mind. Things that I'd never dreamed of, things that I didn't know were physically possible. What was real, what was drug-induced hallucinations? I'd like to believe it was all hallucination, but, damn, my ass is sore.
Billy
Danny has been taking care of us for so long, though I know it scares the hell out of him. I can do the tough physical stuff, but I thought that maybe I could return the favor by solving one of our most basic problems, money.
But I fucked up again. That bastard Steve obviously slipped something into our 'tea'. I felt it, but too late to do anything about it. I was pretty out of it, but I know they filmed some pretty hot scenes between Danny and me, some pretty tame stuff, but also wild things that we'd never done before. I was so high and so horny I was going for anything. Danny was completely out of it. I don't know if he was even aware what was going on. We got into a sixty-nine position and sucked each other for a long time. It seemed like forever, but it may have only been a few seconds. Then we dove in deeper, licking and sucking each other's balls, and then went for the prize. I was on top. I pulled Danny's legs apart and up and shoved my face into his ass. At the same time, I moved up slightly and then gently sat on his face, positioning my hole over his mouth. We tongued and licked and sucked each other like madmen. Someone put some white powder on a piece of paper under my nose and told me to inhale. Of course, I did, and everything became even more wonderful. I could hear them telling Danny to inhale as well.
I don't remember much after that. Just fragmentary images. Some of me fucking Danny in so many positions. We were doggy-style, with me slamming into him from the back, him on his back with his legs over my shoulders, him lying on his belly with me pounding him from above. One time, he was lying on his back and I straddled his hips, held his hard white dick straight up until the head touched my hole and just slid down it, impaling myself on him. After sliding up and down on it a few times, I got a fun idea. I very slowly turned all the way around doing a 360 while impaled on Danny's dick. Then I laid back and pulled Danny on top of me. I lifted my ass into the air and he pounded into it. Someone kept pressing a little brown bottle that smelled awful under our noses and urged us to inhale deeply. Each time it felt like my brain and dick were both going to explode. I think we each came a couple of times. I know once I came all over Danny's beautiful face and then licked it all off. Once, after fucking me, Danny pulled his cock out of me just as he came all over my ass and hole and licked it all up. We were both wild, out of control, sex freaks doing anything and everything we wanted. And all of the time the camera was rolling.
When I woke up, we were alone and naked, freezing, with our clothes piled next to us. I got us dressed and half carried Danny to the PATH station. Somehow, we made it home. Once on the train the drugs hit me again and I don't even remember the rest of the trip.
To make it worse, we don't know who these guys are, or where this film might turn up. But at least they aren't total cheaters. I looked in my jeans pocket this morning and there were five $20 bills in it, along with a note.
"Wow! You guys were even hotter than we hoped for. After you did your nude scene, you two just went wild on each other. You were so hot I just had to film it. Sorry I can't pay you more. Obviously, the sex scenes won't be in the film I hand in for class. If I make it big in the movies, those scenes will be just for my own personal enjoyment. If I flop, maybe they'll turn up in a porn movie sometime. You guys really seemed to get off on our own little mix, so here is a bit more for you. Enjoy. Steve"
There was a small packet of powder along side the note, which I immediately flushed down the toilet.
Fuck!! Let's just hope Steve makes it big in Hollywood.
Brad and Lucy seemed to enjoy the day we gave them at the apartment, so that was a plus. We all have to leave for school again today. But Danny and I were pretty bummed at what we let happen yesterday. What was that stuff, anyway? Danny's only done a little pot and hash. I've tried a bit more, but nothing that put me away like that. If I'm gonna take care of my beautiful white boy, I'd better stay away from all that shit and be a little more cautious about strangers.
Lucy
Yesterday was heavenly. Brad and I just hung around the apartment, listening to music, holding onto each other. I went down and raided Aunt Connie's fridge. The boys didn't seem to have much in stock, I guess because we're about to go back to school. I made a simple casserole, which Brad politely complimented. We made love once, in mid-afternoon, but made it last forever. We knew this was goodbye for a while, but neither of us wanted to acknowledge it. We just enjoyed the day, forgetting that today he was heading back to Ithaca and I was going back to New Brunswick.
Brad stopped by this morning on his way to Cornell. It wasn't exactly on his way, but what's an extra ten minutes in a three-hour drive? After exchanging goodbyes with Brad, Billy and Danny went down to the house to say goodbye to Aunt Connie and to give Brad and me a few minutes for a private goodbye. Since we'd already exchanged campus mailing addresses and phone numbers, we wasted no time on conversation and just said goodbye with an incredibly long, hot kiss. Our lips were still locked together when the boys returned, bearing baked goods from Aunt Connie.
I walked Brad out to his car where we had another hot, though briefer, kiss goodbye, while the guys loaded their stuff into my car. By the time Brad drove off and I went back to the car, we were ready to leave. Aunt Connie came out and kissed us all goodbye.
"I'll see you in a few weeks, Lucy. And boys, whenever you're not doing anything on a weekend, please come home. I'm going to miss having you around."
"We will. Aside from missing you and your cooking, Danny and I are gonna have to do our laundry now and then."
"Drive carefully, honey. And call me when you get to school."
"I will, Aunt Connie."
As we drove off, Billy and Danny seemed to let go with a huge sigh at the same time.
"What's that all about?"
"I don't know, Luce. It's been a laidback couple of weeks, but full of emotion."
"Yeah, we had a lot of healing to do and I think we accomplished most of that. Plus, we have a new semester to look forward to, one that is going to be drastically different from the fall."
"I've gotta tell you guys that I was a little worried about you the past couple of weeks. I mean, you seemed to be doing better and were acting more like the guys I fell in love with last semester, but you kept to yourself so much and didn't do much of anything the entire break. I was thrilled when you said you were going into the Village yesterday. Not just because it gave me and Brad use of the apartment for the day (and believe me, we enjoyed every minute) but also because you were finally doing something fun, something you enjoyed. What did you end up doing?"
Billy, sitting next to me, turned and looked at Danny in the back seat before answering.
"Mostly just wandered around, had something to eat and maybe a few beers."
"Billy, you're the best liar I know, but no way am I buying that. First, the look you exchanged with Danny. But mostly how wasted you both were when Brad and I ran into you in the driveway when you got home last night. You had a lot more than 'a few beers'."
"Billy just gave you an abbreviated version of the day. We did eat and wander around a lot. But we also did a modeling job."
"You modeled in the city? How did that come about?"
"Either you or Brad left a copy of the Village Voice in the apartment and Billy noticed an ad for models. So we decided to mix business with pleasure, have fun in the city and get paid for it."
"You've got to be careful about answering ads like that. There are lots of weirdos in the city."
"Well, it turned out okay, Luce. The guy was a grad student at NYU. We did what we were supposed to and got paid. He even got us high."
"So that's why you were so out of it last night. What did he give you?"
"Actually, I'm not sure. He said it was a special mix of his own making."
"God, you two really have to be more careful. You can't just take any drug some stranger gives you. Anything could happen. You could even die."
"Don't get so upset, Lucy. Everything worked out okay, though I think Billy and I learned a few things yesterday."
Again, a look between them. They're holding something back, but I don't suppose I'll ever know what.
We soon arrived on College Ave. What a zoo. Thousands of students returning and moving in all at once. At least the Douglass campus is more spread out, with most dorms having their own parking lot. I double-parked and we unloaded all of the boy's stuff onto the sidewalk. Then I went off to find a place to park, while Danny stood guard over their stuff and Billy starting carrying what he could to Demarest Hall. I got back at the same time Billy was returning for a second trip. You could see the anger in his eyes.
"This was on the floor just inside the door," he said, shoving a piece of paper at us.
In large print were the words, 'Don't forget the rules, faggots.'
"It looks like we're off to a good start, Billy."
"Don't worry, Danny. I was a mess, a real head case when they found out about us over finals. But I'm me again. And nobody is going to fuck with either you or me. They'll be sorry if they try."
"Be careful, boys. This could get ugly and I don't want to see either of you hurt."
"Don't worry, Luce. I'm not going to start anything. But if something happens, I can promise you that it won't be either one of us who gets hurt."
Between the three of us, we managed to carry the rest of their stuff up to the dorm in one trip. We had just put everything down when there was a voice from the open doorway. It was that jock, Gary, who had started the 'rules' thing.
"I can't imagine why a pretty chick like you would want to hang out with a couple of queers like these two. You should be with a real man. These two can't do anything for you."
Billy pretty much flew across the room, grabbing Gary by the throat with one hand, pushing him out of the doorway and slamming him against the wall across the hall. There were a lot of guys in the hall, moving into their rooms. Everyone froze. You could see the terror in Gary's eyes.
"Listen, asshole. You came up with a couple of rules for Danny and me. We're perfectly willing to live by them. But if you want peaceful co-existence in this dorm then you have to live with them as well. You don't want us around you? Fine. We don't want you around us. You don't want us to speak to you? Fine. We don't want you to speak to us or our friends. We'll play by the rules as long as you play by them as well. But just as you promised there would be consequences if we broke the rules, you'd better believe there will be consequences if you break them. Like this."
With that, Billy slammed his left knee into Gary's groin and released his hold on his neck. Gary fell to the floor in excruciating pain, grabbing his crotch. Billy looked down the hall at those watching.
"Danny and I don't want any trouble this semester. None of us had any problems last semester and it would be nice if we could all live together this semester the same way. But if any of you want trouble, you're going to get it."
From the floor, Gary managed to mutter, "You'll regret this, nigger."
It was obvious that almost everyone is the hall was turned off by his use of that word and whatever support he may have had disappeared. In spite of this horrible start, maybe the boys won't have such a bad time in the dorm after all.
Billy
Oh my God. I don't even remember running into Brad and Lucy when we got home last night and I don't think Danny does because he hasn't said anything about it. We must have been such a mess. I don't know how we made it home from the city.
Today's parting was kind of sad, especially for Lucy and Brad. Danny and I had mixed emotions, not knowing what was waiting for us when we get back to the dorm. I'm sure we can both handle it, though. I'm feeling better than I have about myself in a while and I think Danny is feeling good, too. We're ready to take on a new semester and whatever hostility we may have to face. We've lost a lot that was important to us. And we've managed to keep what is most important. As far as I'm concerned, as long as we have each other, and Lucy and Aunt Connie, we have nothing to lose by being ourselves. No one can take away our love. No one can take away our dignity. No one can take away our humanity.
We're going to get though this. Love wins. I just know it. I've fucked up so bad so many times. Danny's been my guardian angel. I've got to prove to him that I can be that for him, too. I know he believes it, but I don't. I have to prove it to me.