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.
I have written a new story, much shorter and very different, called Sandy Hook, the first chapter of which I intend to begin posting under Authoritarian in a few days. Some of you who have been following this story will love it, some of you will hate it. It's not that long so I urge you to follow it to the end, regardless, and let me know what you think.
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February 21
Danny
What a difference a week makes. I know that's not what Dinah Washington sang. Billy has at least taught me that much. But things are so much better now than a week ago. Last Saturday, we were down to $5.00. It was really scary being that broke. This week, between modeling, plasma and the poker party, we made $104.00. And spent a couple of bucks on toothpaste and $2.00 to see Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid at Records Hall. I know we won't always be able to keep our expenses so low, but we have a pretty good, reliable weekly income. I keep thinking about Ft. Lauderdale and lying on the beach with Billy. Maybe. Just maybe. And my cast should be off by then. I got my stitches out yesterday and they took an x-ray of my wrist. The doctor says it's healing great and may only leave it on another three weeks.
I looked across the room at Billy, lying on his bed, wearing only sweatpants, reading something by Shakespeare. Oh God, he is the sexiest man on this Earth. His smooth, hairless, dark brown chest. Those incredible nipples, dark areolas about the size of a quarter, pinkish brown nipples standing up like pencil erasers, always at attention. My gaze wandered down his body, across his abdomen. His muscles are so well defined, lines between them, vertically and horizontally. My stomach is flat and smooth, but I don't have the kind of muscle definition he does. And then that cute little 'inny' belly button. And no hair anywhere. Even under his arms, he barely has any. Just perfect, flawless, smooth brown skin. God, I want to jump him and lick him all over.
"What are you looking at, white boy?"
I jumped. I didn't notice that he had stopped reading and was looking at me.
"Nothing much. Just the most beautiful body I have ever seen."
"Well, if that's what you think, then what are you going to do about it?"
I noticed a definite swelling in his sweatpants and decided to work on that.
"Well, I'm not really sure. You're busy with Shakespeare so I should leave you to your play. I was thinking I could go down to the men's room and jerk off thinking about that beautiful body. That's really what I ought to do. Leave you to your play and go take care of myself. But then I thought, maybe I should just jump across the room, rip your pants off and sit on that big black dick of yours, impaling myself on the man I love. What do you think I should do?"
"You fuckin' tease! Get your hot little white butt over her and prepare to be impaled!"
I was across the room in three seconds, shedding all of my clothes in the process. Billy pulled off his sweats. I straddled him and grabbed for the lube on the night table. I think we both sensed this was not a time for foreplay. I lubed us up and sat on that big fat dick, sucking Billy up inside me. I started riding that rod, keeping my ass muscles tight around it.
"Whoa there, Danny. You're gonna rip my dick off. Let's turn over and let me pound you into oblivion."
So we very carefully rolled over keeping his dick up inside me and he did as he promised. He has never fucked me so totally as today. At one point, he was holding his dick and he kept taking it out of me and plunging it back into me. Like he was punching it into me. Over and over. Oh God, I love having Billy inside me. He kept pounding my butt until I couldn't take it any more. I began to cum all over myself. There is nothing to compare to an orgasm with a cock up your ass. Nothing. I must cum twice as much when Billy is inside me. And my clenched muscles must have pushed Billy over the edge. I could feel his dick swell in my hole with each spurt, six, seven, eight times. He collapsed on top of me, completely out of breath.
"Jesus, Danny, one of these days you're gonna kill me. Where did that come from? Not that I'm complaining."
"I just looked at you and saw the most beautiful man on Earth and had to have you. You know you are the most beautiful man on Earth, don't you? I know it and I love you. And I feel so lucky that you love me too."
"Well, I might give you an argument over the most beautiful man on Earth. I mean, there's this amazing white boy I'm lying on top of who is my first choice. But as long as he loves me I'm not picking any fights."
Billy
Danny constantly amazes me. I mean, I've always sensed this inner strength in him going back to our first night together when he got me through my nightmare. But I also still think of him as that shy kid I had to teach to curse. So it just blows me away when he takes charge and just about ruins me in a sexual encounter. Not that I'm complaining. It's just a nice surprise.
This shower schedule is getting to be a real drag. First, it's really a bitch to have to get up at 5:45 every morning. We both prefer morning showers so we have no choice. Plus Danny has to wash his hair every day and that works out better in the morning. My hair is a lot shorter but I still like to wash it every day, though I could do that in the evening. The bitch is times like today. Three in the afternoon, we're both covered in sticky cum and we can't take a shower. We wipe off with a towel, but the laundry service only gives us one towel a week each. We bought a couple of extras, but they're pretty stiff by laundry day.
Lucy's coming over to eat with us tonight. We didn't tell her about the poker party job yet, but we will tonight. I'm sure she's going to bring up Spring Break. Maybe this new extra income will make it possible. I sure hope so. I only got to the Jersey Shore a couple of times when I was a kid, but I loved it. And I know I would love the beach even more with Danny. Maybe I'm just dreaming of a little time in paradise with my lover. We've spent a lot of time in hell, we deserve a little heaven.
February 26
Lucy
I didn't get together with the boys last weekend. That's the first time that's happened in months. Uncle Evan's brother Bill had a heart attack on Thursday. Aunt Connie really wanted me to come home to see him in the hospital. So I went home for the weekend without them. I called and left a message, but who knows who answers the dorm phone and if messages get through, especially with their situation in the dorm. I ran into Billy at Douglass after his modeling session Monday afternoon. Sure enough, they didn't get my message.
"Hey girl! Where have you been? We missed you this weekend. We were worried when you didn't show up at the Commons Saturday night. We called when we got back to the dorm and your roommate told us you went home for the weekend. Some sort of family emergency. We tried calling you at home but got no answer Saturday night or Sunday. Is Aunt Connie okay?"
"I guess you didn't get my message. My uncle's brother had a heart attack and Aunt Connie needed me at home."
"Damn! How is he? How's Aunt Connie?"
"He's fine. It was a mild attack. And Aunt Connie's fine too. It's ironic. He was the one who was the most against her when she was first dating Uncle Evan. And he was appalled by my very existence. So it was kind of fitting that she and I were the ones to visit him, soothe him, welcome him back from the brink of death."
"Ooh, you are a nasty bitch. I don't want to ever get on your bad side."
"You want to see nasty, do one more bad thing to our white boy and you'll wish you'd never been born."
"You know how much I love him. I'll never hurt him again. I promise. He's my life. I'm only gonna do good things for him from now on."
"Yeah. You keep saying that and I keep buying it, but you keep fucking up. I know you love him as much as he loves you, but grow up! Take care of him the way he's taken care of you. He's been through so much shit for you. How about returning the favor?"
"Fuck, Lucy. You think I don't know this? I know everything good Danny has done for me. And I want to do the same for him. But I've spent so much of my life punishing people, I can't seem to stop hurting him."
"Just try to let go of the past, Billy. I know you have a horrible, horrible past. But let it go. Start now. Start with Danny's love. You will never have a better starting point."
"He is my life, Lucy. Like you can't believe. Like I can't believe. I've got to make it work. So how about coming over to eat with us tonight? We've got news."
"What? Tell me."
"Not without Danny. Is that enough of an incentive to join us for supper?"
"You're cruel. No wonder no one likes you. Walk me to my dorm to drop off my books and I'll take the bus back with you."
"No one likes me, huh. If it weren't for Danny, you would have been trying to get in my pants the week we met."
"You do have a point. And having seen it and photographed it, I can attest to its being a very nice point."
"Don't let Brad hear you talking that way. You should be focusing on his point at this time in your relationship."
"You'd better believe I put in quite a bit of time pondering that point, Billy."
Billy
I just love the way Lucy and I tease each other. Sometimes she and Danny get into it a bit, but Danny's too gentle to go for the jugular. Lucy and I, on the other hand can get down and dirty on occasion. It sort of reminds me of the way the guys at the poker game were going after each other. The way Danny and I tease each other.
We got to the dorm and walked in on Danny, napping in the nude. He was lying on his belly so the sight of that cute little butt greeted us. Lucy grabbed her camera and snapped a few shots from different angles.
"You know you've got yourself an angel, Billy. Sometimes, I don't think you deserve him. Sometimes, I don't think anyone does."
"I know. I feel that way at times too. It makes me a little insecure, like one day he's going to wake up, look at me and wonder what he's doing with me."
"Don't ever feel that way, Billy. Don't ever doubt his love. He's yours forever, I can tell."
I went over to the bed and gently tickled his side. He quickly whirled around, exposing his dick at full mast. The second he saw Lucy, he flipped back on his stomach.
"Geez, Lucy. I think you're seeing us hard nearly as much as we do. You gotta warn me when you're in the room."
"Sorry, Danny. I know I've seen it before, but it's a sight I never get tired of."
"Well, turn you back for a minute or I'll tell Brad what you just said."
Lucy turned around while Danny got out of bed and threw on some clothes. Hmm. No underwear under those jeans. That thought's gonna keep me distracted all through supper. When he was dressed, he ran down the hall to splash some water on his face to wake up and then we walked over to the Commons.
"Billy says you guys have some news for me, but like the dog that he is, made me come all the way across town to hear it."
"We got a new job. It doesn't pay much, but it's easy and fun. We're waiter and bartender for a weekly gay poker party. The guys are all old, but really nice."
"How old?"
"Late thirties and forties."
"That's not old, boys. Aunt Connie's older than that and you don't consider her old."
"That's true. I guess we're just used to being around kids our age all the time. You know, it's that 'don't trust anyone over 30' attitude that makes 30 seem old."
"So what do you have to do for these guys?"
"Just get them drinks and snacks while they play poker. And they're going to get us some sexy outfits to wear."
"Uh oh. Sounds like dirty old men to me. Watch out, boys."
"Now who's using the word old? If you met them, you'd know right away how wrong you are, Luce. They are all really nice guys. Besides, Danny and I both strip for art students twice a week. We aren't exactly too modest to wear tight pants or shorts in front of a handful of guys."
"Okay, if you say so. But keep your eyes open."
"I was thinking, Lucy, that with this extra money, we just might be able to go on Spring Break with you and Brad. But we need to know more about how much it's going to cost. Can you find out from Brad about the hotel? Billy and I are pretty good at eating cheap and we would spend our days on the beach, which doesn't cost much, so it's the hotel that's the big expense."
"I'll write to him tonight. This is such great news! I really hope you can make it. This is gonna be so much fun."
"Don't get too excited, Luce. It's still only a maybe. We really want to do it, but we'll have to see."
Danny
Time for another poker party. I was a little curious, a little nervous about what we're going to have to wear. Actually, that's not fair to Tim and Evan. They said we didn't have to if we didn't want to. This time, Dr. Morrow just dropped us off at the curb and left. We went up on the porch and rang the bell. Evan answered.
"Good timing, guys. Plenty of time for you to change and relax before the others get here. I can't wait for you to see what we got you."
He took us upstairs to a bedroom where our 'uniforms' were laid out on the bed. There were two pair of pants, one white, one black, both made of a thin, shiny material. And two bow ties, again, one white, one black. "
"The pants are satin, boys. You'll love the way they feel. I know you said 29" waists, but I wanted them tight so I got 28". I hope you can get into them. The white is for Billy, the black for Danny. And one suggestion; no underwear. With material this thin and tight, you'll have bulges and lines. The smooth look is sexier. The bands on the bow ties are adjustable. Don't let them droop, but of course, you don't want them too tight either. I'll help you out with them if you want when you come downstairs. One last thing. Your sneakers definitely don't go with those pants. I think barefoot would be a sexy look. Don't worry the floors are clean. Just be careful no one steps on your toes."
With that, he went downstairs and left us on our own. Billy felt the material of the pants.
"Damn, that feels good. I'm gonna have a hardon all night with that rubbing against junior. Just feel them, Danny."
"Yeah, they feel good, but I don't think there's room for one of your hardons in them. You get hard and you'll split a seam."
"At the right angle, you could do the same, you know. You're not exactly wanting in that department either."
We stripped all of our clothes off and just looked at each other and laughed. The absurdity struck us both. The two of us naked in my Economics professor's brother's house.
"Maybe we could keep from getting hard during the party if we took care of each other right now, baby."
"You just want a quickie, black boy. You know you could be hard again in ten minutes. Besides, if we come now, most likely we'll ooze a bit for a while and I think that would be very noticeable on this material."
"Okay, Danny, keep being the responsible one. But you're gonna get it when we get home."
"I sure hope so."
We both struggled to get into the pants. Fortunately, the material stretched a little, but not much. I finally got them up to within a few inches of my navel, which was as far as they were going because they were hip-huggers, something we hadn't realized. My cock and balls were hanging out the open front. I looked over at Billy. He was in the same position.
"Now what? What do we do with our stuff?"
"Try this, Danny. We both hang to the left. So try to stuff everything down the left leg of your pants. Pull your dick down, spread your balls out, however it fits. It's gonna be a real obvious bulge, but I don't anyone will mind that kind of bulge."
I watched Billy and copied him. If he could fit his stuff in there, I sure could. We finally got it all in. Then came the zipper. Thank God neither of us has much pubic hair. Billy's is tight and curly. Mine is fine and short. We got the flies up and managed to button the pants. Exhausted, we turned and looked at each other.
"White boy, if I have to look at that all evening there is no way I'm not gonna cum in my pants."
"I feel the same way, but I don't think that would be appropriate. We've got to keep our minds off each other's bodies tonight."
"Tell you what. If you think you're gonna lose control, Danny, think about Brad going down on Lucy."
"Eeuuww! Don't put that picture in my mind. Though, if I need it, I'll use it."
The pants were an amazing fit. They came about four inches below our navels and ended in the back just about where our cracks began. And were skin tight down to mid-calf when they flared out in a slight bell-bottom. And the seam up the back on both ran right up our ass cracks, making each cheek well defined. Damn, they're tight. We couldn't figure out the bow ties, so we took them down with us.
We heard Tim and Evan in the kitchen so headed that way. They took one look at us and gasped.
"Oh, Jesus, Evan, I don't know if anyone's going to be able to concentrate on cards tonight."
"Can you help us with our ties?"
"You guys are fantastic. I hope you know how much we appreciate this. You're providing a service that helps our game proceed without constant interruption, and you are providing images that will get some of our friends through the week with a smile on their faces."
The evening went much like last week, though the guys were a bit more touchy-feely this week. An occasional hand on the butt, with a little squeeze, the back of a hand occasionally brushing the bulges going down our left thighs. Nothing too offensive, nothing too familiar. Yeah, we got touched in very personal places now and then. But it wasn't crude, like Reggie at the dance. And it wasn't intimidating. It was kind of sweet, like a friendly gesture. And we made $36.00 at the end of the night.
On the ride home Tim asked if we were okay with what had gone down.
"I hope nothing tonight bothered you. I know we dressed you up like sex toys. And I know some of the guys touched you. But we've made it clear to them that you are a couple. A couple of sweet boys in love with each other. You're not whores, you're not 'for rent'. And that's what I think they like about you so much. You are who you are. They admire that."
"You mean they know about us?"
"Well, only as much as I know about you, which isn't much. But they like you. And they want to help you."
"Well, your friends seems really nice to us. We've never known any gay guys before, so this is a learning experience for us. We're having a lot of fun."
"I'm glad, Danny. When I was your age, there was no one around a little older and wiser who could advise me. I hope, if you have any questions about anything, you'll feel comfortable in asking me or Evan. We're not just doing this to drool over your bodies or show you off to our friends even though that is fun. We'd like to be able to share what we've learned with you."
"Thanks, Tim. And thanks for driving us home. I know it's a pain and it's late. We appreciate all you're doing for us."
"You're welcome, Danny. But hold off on your thanks until you see what we're getting you to wear next week."
March 4
Lucy
It seems like I never see the boys anymore. We all have ten classes a week, not on close to the same schedule. Then they each model two classes a week, one on each campus. They went to their first Homophile League meeting last night. They have something mysterious going on Wednesday afternoons that they haven't let me in on, but it means they're over on this side of town so we at least get to eat together at Cooper. Maybe they spend Wednesday afternoon changing tires at Sears. They're always coming from that direction and they seem to be willing to do anything for a few bucks. And then there's the Thursday night poker game. I know I told them the guys aren't old, but I can't help but picture these old farts sitting around the table, drooling over my beautiful boys.
I was walking past Passion Puddle when they caught up to me and kissed me on either cheek.
"God! You scared me. Can't you make a little noise when you're about to attack me?"
"That would take all the fun out of it."
"Well, the next one who grabs me by surprise gets a knee in his balls. We'll see who thinks that's fun."
We went into Cooper, showed our meal passes and got on line.
"So how was the meeting last night? Tell me all about it?"
"Kind of boring, actually. First Reggie got up and made this radical speech. Then a white guy, Don, I think his name was got up and talked about the politics of sex. Then everyone got into a discussion about that. I couldn't really follow. I mean, I'm really into politics. And I'm really into sex with Billy. But I don't get the connection."
"I think I picked up on that point, but I think he and the others are missing the big picture, Danny. The fact that you and I are in love and that straight people can't deal with it and want to discriminate against us of because of it makes it political. Because they think of us as being separate and different from them, therefore we're the enemy. The way the majority always thinks of the minority. We're different and they can't handle that. But he seemed to be taking it to an extreme, that because we're a little different, we have to be totally different. That none of the old norms apply."
"What do you mean by that, Billy?"
"Well, they all talk so much of the sexual revolution and gay liberation and think that the only way to be truly gay is to reject everything that has come before, morally speaking."
"Yeah, they implied that because Billy and I are monogamous, we 're trying to copy straights and act like we're straight and that therefore, we're not liberated."
"Well, boys, I don't think I know anyone more 'liberated' than you two. And you've certainly gone through enough to get there."
"I tried to explain to them that we weren't copying anything or trying to be anything but who were are. We're monogamous because we want to be. And we are liberated, because we do whatever the hell we want to, whenever the hell we want. I haven't seen any of them holding hands on College Avenue or kissing in the Commons."
'I think a lot of the guys there agreed with you, Billy. There were only a few radicals doing all the talking. I saw a number of the quiet ones nodding their heads when you were talking. So I think it's important that we keep going back, and keep being us."
March 7
Danny
Things are going so good, but our schedules are so complicated. All of our classes, plus modeling, plus the Homophile League on Tuesday nights, the lab late Wednesday afternoon, followed by dinner with Lucy, plus the Thursday poker parties. Other than the private time with Lucy and the time alone, the poker games are becoming a time to just lay back, relax and have fun.
Thursday night, we got dropped off at Tim and Evan's not knowing what they were going to dress us up in. Tim greeted us at the door with a smile and a hug. He led the way up to the guest room and apologized before we went in.
"If you don't want to wear this stuff, it's okay. You were fantastic last week, I' m sure everyone would be happy if you wore that every week. Remember, it's up to you."
We went in and looked at the bed. Satin again. Small, short sleeveless t-shirts and very small shorts.
"The pale green is for Danny, to work with his eyes. The beige is for Billy, again, a pale imitation of his eyes. No ties this time, but again, no underwear and bare feet suggested. See you downstairs, boys."
Again we stripped, looked at each other and giggled. This was getting to be fun. We put on the shorts first. Damn they were tight. And only about four inches high on either side. They didn't quite cover our cheeks at the bottom. Then we tried the shirts. They were very tight and our nipples showed through, especially Billy's. But they only came down to within an inch of our navels, leaving several inches of middle abdomen exposed. I had an idea.
"Hey, black boy. I just had an idea. Do you think they'd let us borrow these shirts and last week's pants for the gay dance Saturday night. We could show them just who's liberated."
"Don't forget we promised to take Lucy to this dance and we don't want to kill her. But I think it's a great idea. Let's make sure she brings her camera. Our coats will cover us until we get there, then look out."
We went downstairs and showed off to Tim and Evan. They loved it as we twirled for them.
"Hey guys, would you mind if Danny and I borrowed these shirts and last week's pants this week?"
"Are you kidding? Where would you wear them? We know you're not working street corners in the city."
"The Student Homophile League is having a dance Saturday night. They think we're prudes because we want to be monogamous. So we thought we'd strut our stuff a bit."
"More power to you Danny. I know we're buying this stuff for you to wear here, but it's yours to wear anywhere you want."
Lucy
The boys asked me to come over to the dorm early and bring my camera. I wasn't sure what they meant as I was quite certain that the gay group wouldn't be allowing any pictures at their dance. As soon as they opened the door, I saw why. It was like Midnight Cowboy met Sgt. Pepper's. Incredibly tight, skimpy, sexy satin outfits which left nothing to the imagination on two amazingly cute boys.
"You aren't really going to go out in public like that, you pigs."
"Sure, Luce, what's the big deal? Everyone there is gay and male. They may be surprised, even pleased, but I don't think they'll be shocked or offended."
"Besides, Lucy, they seemed to think we were prudes because we preferred each other to all of them, so we want to show them that we can be a little risqué, too."
"Well, let me take a few pics. You guys are positively obscene in those clothes, and I've seen you naked. You're surely going to shake things up tonight."
"With the kind of music they play, we're gonna do a whole lot of shaking tonight."
They did about fifteen minute of modeling for me as I shot a couple of rolls of film. Then they covered themselves with their heavy winter coats and we went over to the Graduate Student Lounge. Billy pulled $3.00 out of his coat pocket and paid our admission. We went over to the coat check and Danny handed me a couple of ones.
"Can you keep these in your bra if you're wearing one for a tip when we leave? We haven't got any pockets."
"I'm not but I'm sure the way this dress is squeezing my tits together, the bills won't fall out."
Every eye in the room was on them as we walked across to get some beer. We got our cups of beer and the boy's seemed to gloat a bit. Apparently, the other guys' rejection of them had hurt. But after a few sips of beer and some casual conversation, they were in their own world again. We talked a few minutes as if we were in the dorm when Frieda Paine started belting out Band of Gold. They dragged me to the dance floor and we went wild. We were definitely the center of attraction. I had worn a very short, very tight sexy dress that only a Spanish girl could have gotten away with. And the boys outfits would have been considered obscene in any place but a gay dance.
But who cares? We danced all night, the three of us together. And we laughed, and we kissed, and we fell against each other, and we hugged. And we had a great time. Though I had a little more beer than I should have.
Danny
Billy, Lucy and I staggered across College Ave. to the dorm after a night of dancing and drinking. Less than a year ago, I couldn't even imagine myself dancing, much less drinking. When we got to the room, we assumed our usual positions. Billy sat up on the bed, leaning against the wall at the head of his bed. I sat between his legs, leaning back against him. He lightly held me in his arms and I nestled my head under his chin. Lucy sat on my bed across the room, just watching the two of us.
I was feeling content. Just having Billy's arm around me made me feel so good, so safe, so secure. And. I'll have to admit, I was a little buzzed from the beer at the dance.
"So, girl, what did you think of your first gay dance?"
"It was a little strange seeing guys dancing with guys at first. But the three of us dancing together was so much like the Christmas Formal at Douglass. And the two of you together, wow it just blows me away. I wish I could have taken my camera there."
"I'm a terrible dancer, Lucy, the ultimate white boy. It's only Billy's presence that gets me out on the dance floor. You can't give me credit for that."
"Oh. stop putting yourself down, Danny. You're not a great dancer, like Billy, but you're not terrible. You're somewhere in the middle, like most of us. No one is going to look at you and say 'Damn, what a great dancer.' But then again, so one's ever gonna look at at you and say, ''Make him stop, get him out of here."
We just sat for a while. I think we were all more than a little buzzed. And Lucy had to drive across town. She should have taken the campus bus. But, then again, no way we'd let her on the bus alone in her condition. So we just hung out for a while and waited to sober up.
Lucy was staring us with a funny look on her face.
"What's up, Luce? You look funny. Are you feeling all right?
"Oh, I'm fine. Too drunk to drive, but feeling fine."
Then what's with the funny look?"
"I was just looking at you two and thought, 'What a waste.'"
"I assure you, Luce, we're not wasting anything."
"I know, Billy. But I didn't have my mind in the gutter with yours for a change. It's just that, I keep thinking, all of the stupid, ugly, unhealthy and nasty people in the world keep reproducing like rabbits. And you two are incredibly healthy, extremely bright and so good-looking. You've obviously got great genes. And you'll never pass them on; never have children. Not only do you have great genes, but also you're both such loving men. You'd be fantastic fathers."
"Gee, Lucy, that's something I haven't thought about in years. It's funny, even after I realized I was gay, on the surface, I thought I'd probably grow up and somehow get married and have kids anyway. We're all so conditioned to anticipate that lifestyle all of our lives. But deep down, I knew that 'American Dream' wasn't going to happen to me. After I met Billy, I stopped thinking about it, just thought of me and him and how beautiful that is."
"Yeah, Lucy, I guess I always figured that at some point I'd meet a girl I could make it work with and do the family thing, though my dreams were always of finding the right guy. And my dreams came true."
"But still it's a shame that you won't have kids. You have so much good to pass on, biologically and emotionally."
"Well, maybe someday, if we're not too old, it will be possible for gay couples to adopt kids. But right now, we're still kids ourselves and it's a little hard to imagine being parents."
"Yeah. And maybe someday, if I don't end up married to a wonderful guy like Brad, you'll get me even drunker than I am now and I'll offer to have your babies."
"You just can't stop thinking about us fucking you, can you, Luce? And you call us horn dogs."