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.
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March 11
Danny
Last night was a very different experience at the Homophile League meeting. From the minute we walked in, we felt more accepted than before. It's funny, but wearing those really slutty revealing outfits seemed to have gained us a lot of respect. Even from Reggie.
"Wearing those outfits not only took balls, but gave us a pretty good idea of what those balls look like. You guys were really hot and sexy. You were so outrageous that it set the tone for the night. Everybody loosened up and had more fun. I can't wait to see what you wear next month."
"Don't count on us being that outrageous every dance. I think we've made our point. Wanting to be monogamous doesn't necessarily make us old-fashioned or conservative. We have lots of fun and do whatever we like."
"Maybe I misjudged you guys, Billy. When I first saw you at the dance last month, all I could think of was what a fine looking brother you were. Then I saw you were with Danny, a new piece of prime white meat, with a hot little white butt. My little head took over. And I guess I've taken your monogamy a little personally. To be so attracted to both of you and turned down by both at once was a bit of a blow to my ego."
'You shouldn't take it that way, Reggie. You're a great looking guy and very sexy. Our not wanting to sleep with you has nothing to do with you. It is all about us, and how we want to be."
"Yeah, once I cooled down I realized that. And I've seen you two holding hands on campus, and kissing now and then. You guys really do have balls."
Tonight's poker party was a little bit different, too. Tim opened the door and seemed really uncomfortable.
"You don't look good, Tim. What's up?"
"Well, Billy, Ash picked up a couple of outfits for you this week, but they're pretty wild. You can wear one of the others or even what you're wearing now if you want. It's up to you."
"So take us upstairs and let us see. Then we'll decide."
"Actually, Danny, you can see right here."
He reached into his pants pockets and pulled out these two tiny little things. A triangular pouch with a waist string and a string up the back.
"They're called G-strings. I don't know where the 'G' comes from, but the string part is obvious."
Billy looked at me.
"It's your call, Danny. You know I'll do anything. But I would never want you to do anything you're not comfortable with."
"No problem, Billy. It's more than we wear in art class. I've come a long way since last fall. I'm okay with it."
You could see the look of relief on Tim's face.
"Oh, thank God. I was really afraid we'd offend you with these. We're not really dirty old men. It's just that you guys are so cute and sexy, we love to look at you."
"Hey, Tim, I know we've only known you guys a few weeks, but we like you and trust you. I'm pretty protective of Danny and if I didn't sense that you guys were okay, I wouldn't let you anywhere near him."
We went upstairs and changed into our 'outfits'.
Billy
I'm glad we've finally straightened things out with Reggie. I really wanted to flatten him the way he treated Danny at the dance last month. But, though I'm glad that we are finally meeting other gay people, it's important to me that I can find a black gay guy I can relate to. Yeah, Clay at the poker game is black, but I don't know him well. Besides, he's a lawyer and older and as nice as it is to have him there, I don't really know how to talk to him.
Danny surprised me tonight when we got to the game. But then he's always surprising me. I didn't think he'd go for the G-strings. But he was okay with it. And it finally hit me. Yeah, he's a shy, somewhat insecure kid. But as long as I'm with him, he finds the strength. He's been supporting me emotionally for the last few months, but he draws his strength from me. As long as I'm there for him, he can be there for me. We really do belong to each other.
In the middle of the game tonight, Ash brought up our 'uniforms'.
"I hope you guys don't find these things too offensive. You are so cute and I wanted to see more of you. And I have these clients who own an adult boutique in the city. I had a meeting with them Monday to start work on their taxes. I told them about you and our poker games. They gave me the G-strings. They said they're having a party at their place in Short Hills Saturday night and were wondering if you would work for them."
"What do you mean? Who are they? What would we have to do?"
"They are a straight couple. But, with the business they are in they've seen it all. And their friends are all over the spectrum. They were intrigued by a couple of young sexy guys who would wear something skimpy and add a little excitement to their party."
"Are they okay people?"
"I really don't know much about them except the business they are in and that they don't seem to have any hang-ups about anything."
"We'll give it a shot. Give me their number and we'll call them."
"Yeah, I grew up right next to Short Hills. It's rich, but familiar. It could be fun. And we can use extra money."
"Well, boys, they didn't mention money, but they've got lots. Ask for a lot."
March 14
Danny
Billy called and made the arrangements. It was sort of like the poker parties, but he needed to know more about drink recipes. I just had to serve the hors d' oeuvres. And Jim, our boss, made it clear that we would be wearing revealing outfits. And they were going to pay us $50.00 each, a fortune. So who cares?
Billy studied up on drinks, Yesterday afternoon Billy and I went over to the Student Health Center and they took the cast off my wrist. It's nice to be able to scratch an itch now, but I'd gotten used to having it on. My arm feels light without it. And if I didn't have a limp wrist before, I sure do now. The doctor showed me some exercises to do to strengthen my wrist. Later on, Lucy came over and drove us home for the weekend. Late this afternoon we took the train to Short Hills and followed the directions to the house a few blocks away. The whole area was nothing but mansions.
Jim and his wife Sandy seemed nice. They showed us where everything in the kitchen and the bar was. Then Jim took us upstairs to show us our uniforms. A leather pouch and a waist strap with a snap in the back. Not even a string up the back.
"We wear nothing in art classes, but this is different form serving a gay party. This is a little bit less than we are used to. What's gonna hold us in the pouches?"
"Don't worry guys. You won't accidentally fall out. They're made to hold your stuff in. Besides, this is a very loose crowd. They've seen it all. You're not gonna shock them even if you did fall out. The women will love you and some of the men, too."
"Jim, we're not at all modest. We've been through a lot. We don't mind other people looking at our bodies. But we're not whores. We don't have sex with anyone but each other. And just because we don't mind taking our clothes off in front of people doesn't mean we want people touching us."
"I get it, Billy. A little old-fashioned in this time of sexual liberation, but I guess we can be happy with your being willing to show off your bodies."
Billy
The bar seemed set up to give me maximum exposure. The glasses and ice were on a glass table in front of me. All of the bottles were on a couple of shelves on the wall behind me, which meant I was constantly turning around, showing off my black ass. Danny was even more exposed, constantly circling the room with trays of appetizers and snacks.
There were maybe 15 or 20 guests, some straight couples, some gay couples and several singles. About evenly divided between men and women, mostly middle-aged like Jim and Cindy. Some of the guests' hands occasionally wandered, especially as they drank more over the course of the evening. Some were openly passing around joints and I suspected some were using stronger drugs than that. It was a loud and somewhat rowdy group. The party was going strong well after midnight when I went over to Jim to remind him that we had to leave a little after one to catch the last train back home. He looked pretty out of it and I don't think it was just the Scotch I had been pouring for him all evening.
"Damn, is it that late already? Grab Danny and bring him over by the fireplace. I want to thank you guys in front of our guests for being such great sports."
I found Danny and we joined Jim at the end of the room. He stood between us, a hand gently touching us each in the small of the back and called out for the attention of the crowd. They quieted down a bit and looked our way.
"I'd like to thank Billy and Danny for the fine job they did serving us tonight. Not only did they do their jobs well, but they are great to look at and are great sports as well."
With that, in one motion he unsnapped both of our 'uniforms' and pulled them off us, leaving us standing naked in front of the room. The room erupted in cheers and whistles and applause. Danny and I both tried to cover our crotches with our hands.
"I thought that maybe before the boys had to leave they might entertain us a little. You guys made it clear to me tonight that you are exclusive lovers. I wouldn't want to interfere with that, so how about I give you each an extra fifty if you blow each other for us?"
Danny looked over at me, horrified. That pretty much summed up the way I felt as well. A drunk in the back of the room yelled out, "Hell, I'll pay a hundred to see the black one fuck the white one."
More cheers and whistles. I pulled Jim aside.
"No fucking way we're doing anything like this. Just give us our money and we're out of here. This wasn't a part of the deal."
"I wish you'd loosen up a bit, boys. The crowd obviously wants a show. It's easy money doing something you probably do every day anyway."
"We're not putting on a public sex show."
"How about this for an added incentive? You blow each other, get the extra money and I give you your clothes back. Or you can leave now with the money we originally agreed on and wear your 'uniforms' home."
"You bastard. How about I break your nose?"
"Oh, let's see. Black boy assaults wealthy Short Hills resident in his home in front of a room full of witnesses. How long do you think you'll be in jail?"
"Let's just do it and get out of here, Billy."
I turned and looked at Danny, shocked. He was standing there on the verge of tears.
"You can't mean that, baby."
"I just want to get out of here as fast as possible."
"Okay, if you're sure."
He just nodded.
"Then I'll do you first. Just try to relax and we'll try to get it over with as fast as we can."
We turned back toward the room.
"Okay, folks. You're gonna get your little show. But keep your distance and nobody touches us."
I dropped to my knees in front of Danny, took his soft dick in my mouth and wrapped my arms around his waist. Oh man, was he tense. I gently rubbed and massaged his lower back as I began sucking as hard as I could. He began to get hard. When he was completely erect, I couldn't get it all in. I was too tense and my throat wouldn't open. I took his dick in my right hand and stroked it in time with my sucking on the head and end of the shaft. And gently squeezed and tugged on his balls with my left hand. Fortunately, he loosened up and in a couple of minutes his hips began to buck as he shot his load in my mouth.
"Don't swallow it all, kid. I want to see the proof that he wasn't faking it."
What a bastard. I kept some of Danny's cum in my mouth, stood up and opened my mouth to him.
"Nice. Now you can swallow."
I looked at Danny. He had tears streaming down his cheeks. I kissed him on the cheek and gave him a hug.
"I'll try to make it fast."
Danny knelt in front of me and took my dick in his mouth. It was already half hard in reaction to my sucking him. He began to fiercely suck on it, occasionally doing his tongue swirl. Damn! He was deep-throating me every time. The all-white audience seemed to really get off on seeing this pretty blonde boy swallow my big black dick. In record time, I shot my load into him.
"Remember, I want to see the proof."
When I had emptied myself into Danny, he slowly stood up, faced Jim and spit my entire load in his face.
"Enough proof?"
I thought Jim was going to have a stroke, but he just grabbed his handkerchief and cleaned up his face. By the time he was done he had regained his composure.
"How about a hand for the boys, folks?"
We were greeted with an enthusiastic round of applause, more cheers and whistles. Jim led us upstairs to our clothes.
"You're lucky I don't thrash you for that prank, you little blonde prick. But to be honest, it's been a while since I had a face full of cum and I didn't mind it all that much. Here's your money, a hundred each. And you can keep the uniforms."
We got dressed as quickly as we could and stuffed the pouches into our coat pockets.
"Jesus, white boy, I can't believe you did that. As familiar as I am with your balls, I still can't believe it."
"What was he gonna do? Sure, he could have black boy arrested for assaulting him, but how was he gonna explain a face full of cum to the police?"
We went downstairs and slipped out of the back door without running into anyone. As we walked down the sidewalk to the street, a voice spoke up behind us.
"Excuse me, boys. Can I have a word with you."
I pushed Danny behind me and clenched my fists, ready for a fight.
"Whoa! Calm down, boys. I'm certainly no threat to you."
With that, this middle-aged guy stepped out of the dark. I recognized him from the party. Vodka martini, rocks, extra olives.
"What do you want?"
"I'm confused, and maybe a bit disappointed. Throughout the evening, in spite of your lack of apparel, you both came across as nice boys. But then you put on that sex show. And yet you seemed to be hating every minute of it. Why would you do that for fifty dollars?"
"Look, we've got to get to the train station. We may have already missed our train. If you want to talk, you'll have to walk with us."
"I'm headed that way myself to get a train back to the city. So, what's the story?"
"The story is that Danny and I were just supposed to be waiter and bartender in skimpy clothes. Jim ripped them off us unexpectedly. Then he proposed the sex show and we refused. So he threatened to send us home in those little pouches, to not let us have our clothes back unless we performed. I threatened him and he threatened me with the police. Danny was the one who realized the fastest way out of there was to just do it and get out."
"Damn! Jim really is a shit. I don't know him well. He's a friend of a friend, but I always thought he was a bit of a slime. So do you boys do this kind of thing regularly? I mean, bartender and waiter, not sex shows."
"We do almost anything we can to put ourselves through school. Other than tonight, our only experience with this kind of work is a weekly poker game."
"Too bad. A couple of partners and I are opening a little restaurant in the Village next month. Actually, that's what I was doing at the party tonight. Someone suggested Jim as a possible investor. No way I'd let him in after what I know now. But we need a couple of good waiters. Do you think you might be able to handle it?"
"Do we get to wear clothes?"
"Yes, Danny. It is Danny, isn't it? By the way, I'm Eric. It's going to be an upscale restaurant, somewhat expensive with excellent food, catering to a fairly wealthy gay clientele. Being in the Village it will be casual, but casual elegance. So no bare feet and jockstraps."
"That would be a nice change of pace. We're in college so we're a little limited in the hours we can work. When would you need us?"
"Actually, we're almost fully staffed. But we need a couple of extra waiters for weekends; Friday night, Saturday night and Sunday Brunch."
"Eric, I'm sure Danny and I could handle it, if someone shows us what to do, but what kind of money are we talking about?"
"Really good money, I think. You know waiters live mostly off tips, which are a percentage of the bill. Because we're going to be an expensive restaurant, the bills are going to be high. And the kind of guys who will be able to afford our place will more than likely be my age or older. So I think that a couple of adorable young guys like you, as long as you are competent, will get great tips."
"Sounds great. Shit! That's our train coming. How do we get in touch with you?"
"Here's my card. Call me Monday. Better run!"
March 15
Lucy
"Rise and shine, boys. Aunt Lucy's taking us to church and then to brunch."
"Aw, fuck, Luce, you'll do anything to see us hard in the morning. We're telling Brad on you."
"Tell him whatever you like. The minute you mention your hard dicks to him he will stop listening, guaranteed."
"So what's with church? You know we don't do church."
"I know church was always a big part of your life, Billy. And I know Danny went to Sunday school for years. So don't claim to 'not do church.' It's important to Aunt Connie, That alone should make you want to do it."
"Okay, how long do we have?"
"Half hour. Be out front."
In half an hour they met us out front. They had ties and what passed for dress shirts. The jeans weren't exactly appropriate, but I guess it was all they had with them. At least they were wearing shoes and not sneakers.
"I'm sorry to surprise you with this, but I've really wanted you to experience my church for a while."
"That's okay, Aunt Connie, it's just that we were up a little late last night."
"Well. I hope you had fun."
Yeah, right. We piled into her Ford LTD and rode off. In just a couple a minutes we were parking in front of the Church of the Redeemer on South Street.
"Aunt Connie, I guess I just assumed, you being Latin, that you would be Catholic. Isn't this an Episcopalian church?"
"You're right, Danny. I was raised Catholic. But when a priest refused to baptize Lucinda because her parent's weren't married, I turned away from that church. Evan was Episcopalian. His family belonged to St. Peter's, down the street, but we always found this church more open and accepting of people a little bit different."
The boys looked around the church after we were seated. It was a Gothic-style stone church over a hundred years old with beautiful stained glass windows. But the building wasn't as impressive as the congregation the boys were looking at.
"Not a very good turnout, Aunt Connie. I always thought of Episcopalians as being really white and conservative. But there seems to be every kind of person under the sun in here. Old, stodgy white folks, young black families. All kinds of ethnic groups. And more than one male couple and female couple scattered around."
"It's a church of inclusion, Danny. The kind I think Jesus envisioned. Evan and Lucy and I were very comfortable and welcome here."
The boys seemed to tolerate the service and we went over to the Governor Morris Hotel for brunch.
"So Lucinda tells me you boys worked a party in Short Hills last night. That must have been exciting and glamorous."
"It was all right. We made good money."
"Were there a lot of rich people there, Billy?"
"I guess, but rich people are no different from anyone else. There are lots of pigs in all economic classes."
"Sounds like it wasn't a very good night."
"You're right, Lucy. It wasn't. We made enough for Spring Break, but I don't want to talk about it."
"Sorry, Danny."
"There was a silver lining, though. A guy opening a restaurant in the city offered us jobs as waiters that could turn out to be really good."
"So how bad could it have been, boys?"
"You had to be there."