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. Many of the buildings on campus are real. I do not know if any of the rooms I've used exist. Again, the characters and the story are completely fictional. 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.
Sept. 6
Danny
The rest of the week flew by. Billy and I spent most of our free time together getting to know a little bit about each other and our vastly different childhoods. We spent a couple of evenings hanging out with Lucy, sometimes with the guys in the dorm and some other girls from Douglass, sometimes just the three of us. Billy finally gave in and allowed Lucy to call him Billy, but was sticking with William with the guys in the dorm. His job at the Commons lasted exactly one day. He said the work was demeaning and he hated his boss. Classes started Thursday and so far they don't seem any harder than high school.
Billy had another nightmare the night before. This time I just crawled into his bed and held him and we both fell asleep again and slept all night. Sleeping with him is the most wonderful feeling I have ever had, but it scares me too. If he ever found out I was queer, he'd probably kill me. I mean, he's this tough street kid who would probably freak out if he knew a gay guy was sleeping in his bed, hugging him, totally turned on by him. But in spite of the danger, Sunday and Wednesday nights were the most beautiful of my life.
We both signed up to be ushers at home football games. It only pays $8.00 a game, but we get into the games for free, even though we do have to watch them standing up. The $8.00 will be nice pocket money, but it isn't enough to satisfy Billy's grant requirement so he's still looking for a job.
After his last class yesterday, Billy came into the room, seeming a bit excited.
"Hey white boy, how about a frat party tonight?"
"Where? Which one? Are we allowed if we're not members?"
"Over on Union Street. Take your pick. They're all looking for members so anyone's allowed in, especially if you bring a girl." "You mean Lucy? Have you asked her?" Darn. This didn't look good. He was already making a date with her and dragging me along as a third wheel. Even worse, maybe he asked her to bring a friend for me.
"No, but I was gonna call her if you wanted to go. The three of us have a lot of fun together, especially since you finally started talking."
I thought about her as he went to call her. As different as Billy and I are, she's just as different from either of us. She is Puerto Rican and mulatto. Her mother was white, her father black. They were very young and not married and he took off back to Puerto Rico when he found out she was pregnant. A couple of months after Lucy was born, her mother left her with her older married sister and went looking for him. So Lucy was raised by her aunt and uncle. I have never met anyone like her. She has a much looser, more carefree attitude toward life than me, which makes her a lot of fun. And even I can tell she's beautiful. And she's never without her camera. The way she takes pictures, I'd swear her family must own Kodak. She never tires of taking pictures of the two of us, says our difference in coloring makes for interesting pictures. The three of us have become good friends in just a few days, but it seems to me to be only a matter of time before she and Billy become more than just friends. They get along so well and are both so good looking. They'd make a great couple, but then where would that leave me?
"Earth to white boy." I started and looked over at the door. Billy was standing there with that smile on his face. "Man, you were spaced out, off in another world. What were you thinking about?"
"Just Lucy, I guess."
For a second he got a strange look on his face I couldn't decipher, but then it was gone. "She's on her way over, ready to party."
We went from one house to another, having a couple of beers at each, occasionally running into acquaintances from either classes or the dorm. Funny, a week ago I had never had a beer and now I seem to live on it . After maybe a half a dozen cups, Billy made a big production of clearing his throat and said he had a major announcement to make. My stomach immediately felt queasy, thinking this was going to be about Lucy.
"I got a job today. An easy one that doesn't take up much time and pays enough to satisfy the grant people." I let out my breath, not realizing that I had been holding it in. What a sense of relief.
"Fantastic! What is it? What do you have to do?"
"Not much. In fact the less I do, the better."
Lucy looked as confused as I felt. "What do you mean? How can you make money doing nothing?"
"It's simple. I'm going to model for a couple of art classes a week. It pays $10.00 a class, so between that and the football games, I'll be fine. And all I have to do is strike a pose and not move." "That sounds like easy money. What are you supposed to wear?" "Duh! It's an art class, not a fashion class, white boy. I wear nothing. That's the point. They need practice drawing bodies. The professor is all excited. They've never had a black model before."
I was stunned. I didn't even realize my mouth had dropped open. How could he be so casual about being naked in front of a whole room full of kids? Billy
I saw the notice on the bulletin board as I was leaving the student Post Office. "Models Wanted. See Professor Adams in the Art Department, Voorhees Hall, Room 116."
Hmmm. I had an idea what that was about. But I needed a job and I'm not terribly modest, so why not look into it? I don't mind showing off my beautiful black bod. After my next class, I went over to the Art Department. Dr. Adams was a friendly, somewhat distracted, white man around 40. He explained the requirements of the job. Nudity, but definitely non-sexual. Modesty wouldn't work. Neither would hardons. Each class I would have to hold a few poses for ten minutes or so. Usually, he only used each model once a week and rotated them from class to class, but since I was the only black model to apply, he wanted me at least twice a week. At only $10.00 a class, I needed two a week. I couldn't wait to tell Danny and Lucy, but had to set it up just right.
I figured that I'd get them out partying, drinking a bit and spring it on them. After they'd had enough to drink to start a buzz, I made my announcement. Even after living all week with Danny, his innocence and naivete continues to amaze me. And attract me. He was totally blown away with the idea that I would pose naked before a class. He just stood there with his mouth hanging open, in shock. Lucy, on the other hand, had an expression on her face I couldn't read at all. I had no idea what she was thinking. The silence was overwhelming.
"Well? Wake up, guys. Give me some fuckin' feedback. I think it's a great deal. You're both reacting as if I'd announced I was going to be a part-time hit man. Say something."
"Wow! With my obsession with photography, I think of myself as an artist, so what you're doing I can understand and appreciate, but still, it surprises me."
"Why? It's no big deal I just take off the robe, get into the pose the professor wants and freeze. As long as I don't get hard, no problem. Although, thinking of all those kids staring at my hot black bod may make it difficult to keep junior down."
Danny almost choked at that, but finally got his mouth and brain working again.
"But everybody's gonna be looking at you, seeing everything. Won't you be embarrassed?"
"You've seen it all a number of times all week. And I've seen yours too. Seems to me neither of us has anything to be embarrassed about."
Again, the white boy turned red. I even saw a little crimson glow in Lucy's cheeks. "But that's different. Getting dressed or taking a shower with other guys is one thing. Being naked in front of a bunch of fully dressed people is another."
"You just think it is. Think of the first time you were naked in a locker room with other guys. You were probably uncomfortable as hell. But you got used to it real soon. Same thing here. The first time might be a little strange, but after that, nothing to it."
Lucy
I can't believe how appealing those two freshman boys are. So different, so attractive, so much fun. Even though they are only a year younger than I am, they are each in their own way so young and refreshing. Do we really change that much in the first year of college? I guess we do.
As much as I love being friends with them, they both turn me on so much. I want to capture as much of them on film as I can. Not only are they beautiful subjects, but they are both so damn sexy, each in a different way. I'd love to go out with either of them. I dated a few guys last year, but none of them attracted me as much as either Billy or Danny. But there is the problem. If one of them asks me out, what about the other? We seem to be developing this great friendship, a `three musketeers' thing, that a romantic pairing off with either of them would ruin. And honestly, I don't know which I'm more attracted to. They are so different, and yet, combined, they are my definition of the perfect man. But you're only allowed one, and I can't decide. Of course, neither has asked me out, so maybe it's a bit premature for me to be agonizing over a choice that hasn't been come up yet.
It's really been great making friends with them. Something new for me. Up to now, my life has consisted of girlfriends and guys who wanted to get into my pants, some more insistent than others. I'm been pretty good at defending myself, when I want to. But though Billy can be quite sexually suggestive, and presumably aggressive when it comes down to it, I'm really comfortable around the two of them.
I have to admit to being a bit stunned with Billy's new job. He waited until we had had a bit to drink to spring it on us. Which either meant that he wasn't totally comfortable with it, or he thought one or both of us might not be. Danny was obviously shocked. Being the sweet innocent he is, I can imagine how he would have reacted to Billy's `exhibitionist' job. My reaction was a bit different.
All I could think of once he told us about it was Billy in the nude. Things like, `What classes is he modeling for? Can I transfer into one of them? Can I sneak a peak at one of them?" Even, shame on me, "How big is it?" Knowing that he would be appearing naked publicly for over an hour, twice a week drove my brain into frenzy. I just had to see him. How could I arrange it? Danny
I just couldn't handle the thought of Billy being naked in front of others. Though he was obviously straight and we had only known each other a few days, I thought of him as mine. Not my property, not sexually, but in some way. We had a special bond, and part of that was the intimacy we shared in living together. That he could so callously share that with strangers really set me back. Maybe he didn't think anything of me at all. I was just a guy he was stuck in a room with for a year. I knew that wasn't true, from all of the talks we'd had, but still.
I've lusted after a lot of guys since I was a kid. A lot. Guys I'd grown up with, guys I knew a lot better than Billy. But he is so different. His body drives me wild. I could spend hours just looking into his eyes. Every word he says fascinates me. It isn't just sex. He appeals to me on every level. I don't know what this is all about, but he drives me crazy.
I didn't want to think about it anymore. So instead I just started guzzling more beer. The frat we were in started a chugging contest and I eagerly entered, against the advice of both Billy and Lucy. I don't remember much after that, though I'm sure I didn't win. I do remember puking my guts out on the lawn outside, with Billy holding me, comforting me. It flashed though my mind that I was so embarrassed I didn't know how I could face either one of them again. Billy
We stopped talking about my new job after a bit, but the rest of the night was a mess. Danny started drinking more beer than I thought he should and got wasted. Lucy just seemed preoccupied, not really there, taking pictures randomly without any of the intense interest she usually showed. Danny entered this chugging contest against our advice, and soon wasn't able to keep it down He started to look really out of it and I pulled him outside to get some fresh air. As soon as we hit the cool air, it all came up. Fuck, what a mess! He just kept heaving. Who would think he could have so much inside him? Lucy surprised me. I was hoping she'd be the motherly type and take care of him. But while I stayed right there with him, trying to be as tender and caring as I could, she went on autopilot and started snapping pictures of him retching. It was all I could do to keep my stomach down, watching and listening to him getting so sick.
Finally, he seemed empty. And weak. And wasted. Between us, Lucy and I half dragged; half carried him back to the dorm. We dropped him on the bed and I walked her down to the bus stop. "What do you think that was all about? What made him do that?" "Shit, I don't know. I've only known him a day longer than you. I think he just doesn't have any experience with booze and maybe learned a little something tonight."
"Well, he's really gonna feel like crap tomorrow."
With that I realized that tomorrow was our first home game, that we both had to be ushers at the stadium. Oh God, the poor guy. The bus pulled up and I absentmindedly kissed Lucy on the cheek and watched her get on, still thinking about how shitty Danny was going to feel the next day.
I got back to the dorm and he was dead to the world on his bed. I gently undressed him. When he was down to his briefs, he woke up slightly and murmured, "Gotta pee."
I helped him down the hall to the bathroom. I stood him in front of the urinal, with one hand in the middle of his back to steady him. He didn't move. I looked around his head and saw his eyes were shut. I glanced down and saw a wet spot rapidly forming on the front of his underwear. Quickly, I reached down, pulled down the elastic front, grabbed his johnson and aimed it into the urinal. When he had finished, I put it away. The thrill of being able to touch him there, to hold his dick in my hand was muted by his sorry condition. I sat him in one of the booths and ran back to the room. I got some aspirin from my drawer and grabbed a bottle of mouthwash. I went back and made him take the aspirin and rinse out his mouth. He did, but he wasn't really awake. Then I helped him back down the hall to our room. Once he was back in bed, I gently peeled off his wet briefs.
I just stood there and looked at this incredibly beautiful naked white boy lying in front of me. In the dim light, his pale skin seemed to glow. Though I had seen him naked while changing and in the shower, I hadn't had a chance to really look at him. He was so beautiful, so pure, and yet so sexy.
Junior was hard as steel in my jeans, begging to be let free. I made sure Danny was sound asleep and quickly stripped. I stood over him, looking down on that perfect white body, stroking my thick hard black meat. I slowly took in the view, from the top of his blonde head, to his angelic expression, down his smooth hairless chest and his pert little nipples. Across his slim, flat abdomen to his anything but puny white circumcised dick and a couple of very ample balls lying beneath it. Then down his slim but muscular legs to two perfectly formed feet. Aside from a slight blonde bush of hair at his pubes, he seemed completely smooth, though I knew he had a light brushing of hair on his arms and legs. As I took in this sight of perfection and stroked by own rock hard dick, I felt my throat and balls tighten up as one. I grabbed my briefs from the floor and caught my river of white cum as it shot from me, over and over again, seven or eight strong spurts. I collapsed on my bed, gasping for breath from the most intense orgasm of my life. At last I looked over at my beautiful white boy. He hadn't moved. Taking one last chance, I got up and leaned over him. Very, very lightly, I brushed my lips against his in a soft kiss. I just sat there, stunned. I'd kissed a few girls before, when I couldn't get around it. Some of them long deep soul kisses. Lots of tongue wrestling. Just doing what was expected of me. And feeling nothing, just waiting for it to be over. But that one brief little kiss on the lips electrified me like nothing in my life. Oh fuck! I think I'm falling for a straight white boy. This is not the way college was supposed to be.
Lucy
I just can't figure out those two boys. I know, obviously, that I'm crazy about them both. Growing up half white, half black, Hispanic raised by my aunt and uncle, one white Hispanic, one WASP, I've spent a good deal of my life trying to figure out my place in the world. Whites don't accept me, blacks don't accept me. Other Latinos accept me the most, but there aren't that many in Morristown. But Danny and Billy each seem to accept me as one of their own, though as much as they've warmed up to me; neither has tried to get into my pants. Last year I went out with three guys, two black, one white. One of the black guys and the white guy got me into bed. They were both good-looking guys and nice in bed, but neither one `rang my chimes'. And here are two younger guys that really do something for me. Something really romantic. But as much as they turn me on, watching them from a distance and enjoying them is also just fine.
They're both kids. I don't mean that as a putdown, but they are young. Danny more so than Billy. The drunken sickness tonight was evidence of that. I don't know Danny well, so I don't know why he got so blasted tonight. Maybe, as Billy said, a lack of experience. I know I was distracted the rest of the night by pictures in my mind of Billy in the nude in front of those art classes.
I've really got to figure out these guys and where I fit in with them.
How weird is this? Both Billy and Danny turn me on so much, and they are both such great guys. But what is happening here? They both treat me so special, but neither one has asked me out on a date. And tonight Danny got so drunk and so sick. And though I tried to help, Billy was all over him, taking care of him. Even at the bus stop tonight, Billy kissed me for the time, okay, on the cheek, but he seemed more than a bit reserved about it, like he was kissing an aunt or something, not the way you would expect a stud like him to kiss.
Danny is shy, obviously. Really withdrawn, and, now that I know him a bit, I feel honored that he has opened up to me as much as he has. And Billy is so hot. Acts really rough but isn't. He just puts on this tough fa^Çade, but he's also a super nice guy. They are such different guys, yet they almost seem to be set up to take care of each other. When I talk to each of them separately, I would swear they would hate each other. But they don't. Instead, they instinctively take care of each other. I just can't figure them out. Danny
"Oh, God, what did I do last night?" was my first thought when I woke up this morning. My stomach was doing flip-flops and my head felt fuzzy. It didn't hurt, but didn't feel right either. Then I remembered. Billy's job, the chugging contest, getting sick. I looked at the clock. 7:10. I decided a shower might make me feel more human. Getting out of bed, I realized I was naked and had no memory of getting undressed, no memory of coming back to the dorm for that matter. I grabbed my towel and put on my robe and went down to the showers. No one was stirring at this early hour on Saturday morning. I took a long hot shower and eventually began to feel human again. My stomach calmed down and my head cleared a bit. I thought again about Billy's new job, which brought me to thinking of his beautiful brown body, so dark, so smooth, so sexy. Who would have ever thought a black guy would turn me on so much. In high school all kinds of guys turned me on. All white of course, but I seemed to have a preference for blondes. Just thinking of the times I'd seen him naked made me hard. I panicked. Though I hadn't heard a sound, I had been in the shower a while. I went over to the door and peeked out into the hall. Total silence, no one up yet. I went back in the shower and thought more about Billy's beautiful body, especially his big black penis. I hadn't seen it hard, but it was slightly engorged a couple of times when we showered together. The second night I slept with him I woke up briefly in the night and felt it hard pressing against me. As I imagined what it would look like, I leaned back against the tile wall and soaped up my rock hard penis and began lightly stroking it. I closed my eyes and thought of Billy. Billy
My first thought on waking was Danny. I looked over at his bed and was surprised to find it empty. A glance at the clock showed it was only 7:35. I put on my robe and went down to the bathroom to see if he was there and all right. As I opened the door, I heard a shower running. Quietly, I snuck over to the doorway to the showers, hoping to catch a glimpse of him unawares. What I saw was beyond my wildest dreams. He was leaning against the wall, eyes closed, a dreamlike smile on his face. And he was rapidly stroking a good sized hard white dick with his right hand while squeezing his balls with his left. I wondered what scene was running through his mind making him so turned on. He began panting harder and stroking faster. He gasped and began shooting ropes of cum across the shower room, four, five, six. As he finished shooting, I spoke up.
"So the sweet innocent white boy chokes the chicken just like the rest of us."
His eyes flew open, a look of horror on his face. He quickly covered his crotch with his hands and turned his back to me, giving me a great view of his cute, hot, incredibly white little butt. Thank God my robe was hiding my raging boner. He just stood there, his back to me, trembling, not saying a word. After a minute, I walked over toward him, saying, "You know, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. We all do it."
I put my hand on his shoulder and turned him around. He was crying, tears streaming down his cheeks. I quickly retied my robe so that the belt pressed my hardon tight against my belly and put my arms around him and hugged him. He started sobbing on my shoulder.
"You'd better cut that out, white boy. You didn't do nuthin' I don't do at least twice a day. We all do it. No big deal. But if you don't stop crying and someone walks in on us, there gonna make us out to be a couple of fags, and that would be a big deal. I don't wanna have to start beating guys up to defend our honor so early in the semester."
At that he stopped, sniffed a bit and pulled away from me.
"Why don't you dry off and go back to the room while I shower? We'll grab some breakfast and head over to the Stadium."
I showered while he was drying, but the minute he was out of the room, I worked myself into my second intense orgasm over him in 12 hours while replaying the scene I had just witnessed. If I never see him naked again, that scene will stay etched in my mind forever.