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 is illegal, or if you're not into this type of story, please leave. The story began 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.
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January 1973
Danny
I finished my last final exam a little early and went over to the Student Center to wait for Billy to finish his. No one was in the music lounge so I went out to the desk to request an album. They had a huge variety of rock albums but none of the dance music I asked about. I was so into to the music we heard every time we went out after work in the city but it seemed that no one in New Jersey had even heard of any of it. I ended up settling for Gladys Knight and the Pips. Not exactly dance music but something I liked. I lay down on one of the couches in the lounge and closed my eyes, getting into the music, relaxing now that finals were over. I didn't hear the door open but in a few minutes while Gladys was singing, "You're the best thing that ever happened to me," I felt lips on mine, lips I knew very well. I opened my eyes and Billy was bent over me. I reached up and put my hands behind his neck and continued kissing him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. Just then a couple of guys walked in, did a double take and quickly turned and walked out. Billy straightened up and we both laughed.
"I guess they don't like Gladys."
"Yeah, that must be it, Billy. How'd your exam go?"
"Not bad. The essays took forever but I was pretty pleased with it at the end. How did you do on yours?"
"Good. I'm just glad it's over. Only one semester to go now."
"Yeah, that's kind of scary to think about, though. We've been going to school all of our lives."
"Yeah but it's exciting, too. We're finally going to start living the life we've been preparing for. But first, one last semester break. Do you still want to go to Washington, Billy?"
"You better believe it, Danny. I can't believe the country re-elected Nixon. There hasn't been much in the way of anti-war demonstrations lately but I guess one good thing to come out of the election is so many people coming together against the war again to protest at his inauguration."
"Yeah, most campus protests ended after the killings at Kent State and Jackson State but this war just keeps going on forever. And it's really personal for us now. I know it won't bring Brad back but I feel we just have to go. Do you think we ought to ask Lucy?"
"I'm not sure how she'd react. She's totally against the war, now more than ever, but it could be too painful for her. We have to ask though."
We were both pretty quiet on the ride home. It happened every time we talked about the war. Back in our freshman year, we went to all the anti-war protests and we were committed, at least we thought we were, but it was all idealism and we really didn't have any direct connection to the war. I wished we could go back to those days. I'd give anything to go back. But we had to go forward, to move on, to do what we could.
Lucy came over almost as soon as we got home. She was obviously excited and worked up about something and I wasn't sure this was the best time to talk about the demonstration.
"So what are you all worked up over, girl? You look like you're about to burst."
"Not right now, but I will be in about eight months, Billy. I went to the doctor this morning. We've done it, guys. I'm pregnant! We're gonna have a baby."
It's a good thing I was sitting or I would have fallen over. I was stunned. It's what we were hoping for and more or less expected, but since the holidays we hadn't talked about it much. It was almost like the whole thing wasn't real, until Lucy said it, of course. Then it was totally real. Billy jumped up and pulled Lucy to her feet and hugged her tight.
"That's fantastic! What great news! I can't wait. When are you due? Did the doctor say?"
"Since I was able to tell him exactly when we did it he came up with a pretty good estimated due date. It's September 15."
"That's great, isn't it, Danny? Danny?"
I was just sitting there, totally overwhelmed. I was excited, of course, but I was also scared to death. I was going to be a father. This wasn't just a discussion, just some, 'What if?' This was reality. This was going to happen.
"Are you okay, baby?"
I had to work my mouth a couple of times before any sound came out.
"Yeah, Billy. I'm okay. I'm more than okay. I'm great. But I'll have to admit I'm kinda scared."
"You're scared? I'm the one having the baby, but I know what you mean, Danny. It's pretty awesome to think about but we'll do fine, I know it. We'll all be fine."
"Luce is right, Danny. We'll be great. We've got each other and I just know that this baby is gonna be fantastic."
We all started talking at once about the baby. The more we talked the more I began to relax. The initial shock was over. It was still pretty overwhelming but I began to be more excited than nervous. This was what we all wanted and it was actually happening.
After a while Billy changed the topic of conversation to the upcoming demonstration in Washington.
"We understand if you don't want to go, Luce. It's gonna be pretty painful for us so I imagine it would be a lot worse for you."
Lucy just sat thinking for a minute, and then slowly spoke. "I want to go, Billy."
"Are you sure, Lucy?"
"Well, maybe saying I want to go isn't quite right, Danny. I have to go. You know I've always been against the war, but none of us opposed it more than Brad. He went anyway, because it was what he was supposed to do, what his country asked him to do. But now I have to go protest against this damn war one more time, this time for Brad. If he were here he'd be marching. I have to march because Brad can't."
I couldn't help it, the tears just started running down my face. All of the joy of a few minutes ago was gone, replaced by the grief we had all been trying so hard to get past. Lucy and Billy both hugged me and tried to soothe me but they both started crying too. The three of us just held each other and cried for a while, letting out some of the pain we'd been keeping inside. Life goes on, I guess, but the pain never quite goes away.
Billy
It had been over three years since our first march on Washington against the war and either times had changed or we had. Maybe both. Back in November 1969 there was optimism and idealism. The very size of the turnout made us believe that we were going to make a difference. But three years later, even though we're supposed to be turning things over to the South Vietnamese, the war was still going on and American boys were still dying. The turnout this time was lower and the enthusiasm was muted. We were marching this time not so much with the idea that we were going to change anything but because we felt the need to stand up for what we believed in. We had to let the world know that not everyone believed in the war.
The weather seemed to match our mood. It was a gray winter day and bitter cold. Danny was sweet if a bit overly concerned for Lucy's well being while we were having breakfast before leaving.
"Are you sure you ought to go, Lucy? It's gonna be really cold. Maybe you shouldn't be out in weather like this. Besides, we're gonna be on our feet for hours. I've heard that's not good for pregnant women. And the trip in the car is so long."
"Danny, I appreciate the concern, but I'm pretty strong, you know. I'm not going to break. I'm barely a month pregnant so being on my feet all day or being in the car for a long trip isn't a problem. If you don't relax about this it's going be a very long pregnancy for all of us."
"I know, Lucy, I just don't want you taking any chances with yourself or the baby."
"Believe me, Danny, I'm not going to be doing anything risky, but I'm just fine for now. If it makes you feel any better, I promise that if you want to wait on me hand and foot this summer, I'll let you. But for now, don't drive yourself crazy with worry."
"You know what a worrier I am, but I'll try to ease up a bit."
The ride to Washington took over four hours. It was the same route we used to take to Florida for winter break so it was familiar, but that didn't make it feel any shorter. In fact, that made the ride even more somber, since on those other trips Brad had been the leader of our little group. We tried to talk the whole way to keep our minds occupied.
"It's too bad Mark couldn't come with us. We don't see enough of him anymore."
"Yeah, Billy, he really wanted to come, too, but tonight's his night to work at The Restaurant and there's no way we'll be back in time. It would have been nice to be able to spend the day with him, especially without Peter."
"Danny, I'm surprised at you. Don't you like Peter? I've never heard you say anything like that before."
"I didn't mean it that way, Lucy. I do like Peter, though he's kinda hard to get close to. It's just that Mark seems different when he's with Peter. I miss the old Mark."
"I know what you mean, Danny. Of course, I don't see them as much as you and Billy do so I don't know Peter as well as you guys, but it seems to me that Mark is too eager to please Peter. He's always agreeing with him, letting him make decisions."
"Yeah, I know Peter loves Mark in his way and doesn't mean to boss him around but it seems that he leads and Mark just follows. Mark has always been a little insecure and maybe Peter gives him some kind of security, though it would seem to me that his attitude toward relationships would make Mark even more insecure. I know what it would do to me."
"You'd never put up with a relationship like that, Dan. Mark says they're doing well but the last time Danny and I were with them it seemed like he was holding back. That's why Danny and I were both hoping Mark could spend the day with us on his own. He seems more like his old self when he isn't with Peter."
"Maybe we can think of some way to spend more time with him, Billy, but I doubt if we can see him much without Peter."
"Just being with you two is probably good for Mark. He knows how much you love him and your friendship has always given him strength. You guys take good care of your friends."
"We don't do anything special, Lucy. We just like to be with our friends."
"Just being there and loving someone is pretty special, Danny. You guys do it for me all the time and I see how others react to you as well. You give off good feelings and that affects people. Even when you think you're doing nothing out of the ordinary, you're special."
Once we got to Washington we got lost for a while near DuPont Circle but eventually found our way to the Mall. The was no place to park anywhere near where the protesters were gathering so we kept winding our way further and further away looking for a place to park. We finally found a spot in Georgetown, which left us quite a walk back. We felt like we'd already been on a long march before the demonstration had even begun.
The protest was rather solemn overall and had none of the festivity of the previous antiwar demonstrations we had attended. Then again, none of us was in a very festive mood. One positive difference between this event and the first ones we'd attended was the large gay presence. We hadn't seen anyone gay at our first march but since that was only a few months after the Stonewall riots and even we weren't out then that was to be expected. But now, only three years later, there was a whole section of the march for gay groups. One from New Jersey had a banner and we found a few people from the Alliance there so we marched with them.
Both the march and the rally afterwards were much shorter than before, though we were grateful because we were all freezing. When it was over we hurried back to Georgetown and got sandwiches and hot chocolate at a deli before heading back home. It was dark before we left which made the ride more boring and gloomier. We were a lot quieter on the drive home. I think we were all exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Lucy sat in the backseat, off in her own world. Danny had done all the driving both ways and seemed pretty tense the last couple of hours of the ride. We finally got back to Morristown around ten, sixteen hours after we'd left. We kissed Lucy goodnight, went into the house, hung up our coats and pretty much collapsed on the couch in the living room. I sat lengthwise on it, lying back against the arm and Danny sat between my legs, leaning against me. I held him in my arms and ran my hands lightly all over him.
"Damn, you're tense, baby. Relax. It's been a long day but it's over. I know the march was stressful for all of us."
"It wasn't so much the march, Billy. It's the car. I didn't want to worry anybody but the temperature gauge was pretty high most of the way back. I don't know anything about cars but this isn't the kind of weather I'd expect the car to be overheating. I was really afraid we weren't going to make it home."
"What do you think it is? I know less about cars than you do."
"I don't know, maybe a leak in the radiator or a hose or something. I'll have to check the water tomorrow. Whatever it is, we've got to get it fixed before school starts again next week. We can take the train into the city for work but we need the car every day for school."
"I guess we've been lucky with it so far, Danny. We've taken care of routine maintenance but nothing major has gone wrong."
"Yeah, and we've really been putting a lot of mileage on the car. School five days a week and work three days. We've got to pay more attention to it. We need dependable transportation. I kept picturing the three of us freezing to death along the side of the Turnpike. I'm just so glad to be home."
"You should have said something, Danny. Lucy and I couldn't have done anything to help but you shouldn't keep your worries bottled up inside. You'll end up with an ulcer."
"Well, we're home now, anyway, and tomorrow we'll find out what's wrong with the car. We've got to keep that thing running. With the baby coming in the fall we can't afford a new one. As it is I don't know how we'll get by with just one car when we start teaching."
"Enough worrying for one day, Danny. Just clear your mind and relax."
"Do you think that maybe if we go upstairs now you might be able to figure out a way to relax me, Billy?"
"Oh, I think that's a job I can probably handle, though I don't want you too relaxed. But I promise you I'll find a way to take your mind off your worries."
I helped Danny upstairs, lay him down on the bed and undressed him. Then I rolled him over onto his stomach, took my own clothes off and climbed onto the bed. I straddled his hips and began massaging him, starting at his shoulders and working my way down to his cute little butt. He was moaning pretty loudly as I began but by the end he was just breathing softly. I leaned over and looked at his face. Danny was sound asleep.
I lay down alongside him, pulled the blanket up over us, wrapped an arm over him and buried my face in his thick hair. God, I love this white boy.
February 1973
Mark
I was a little ambivalent about missing the march on Washington. My first reaction was to change my day at work and go. I would have loved spending the day with my dear friends doing something I deeply cared about but my life is so much more complicated now. I know the others miss Brad as much if not more than I do but they seem to be dealing with their emotions so much better. A day at an antiwar protest would just rip me apart and I would probably bring them down as well. On top of that I've felt funny around Billy and Danny lately. It's the situation with Peter, I know. It's not that the guys would look down on the kind of relationship I have with him; they never judge and are always so supportive of me. Maybe I'm the one doing the judging. Maybe it's more that when I'm with them I realize just how far off my ideals I've strayed.
I love Peter and I know that he loves me and we do have a good relationship. Most of the time we are as monogamous as I've always wanted to be. Only now and then do we have a little extracurricular activity at the baths and when we do I enjoy it as much as Peter. In fact, I seem to be the one doing the extra stuff with Peter watching. I wouldn't miss it if it never happened again but I do enjoy it when it happens, although I have to be pretty high on something to get into it.
One night after Peter had fucked me good and hard we lay in bed cuddling, discussing our days; Peter's at work and mine at school.
"I stopped to see Terry on the way home this evening." Terry was the guy Peter bought grass from. He hung out at a bar on West Broadway a couple of blocks from the apartment. Peter usually stopped there for a drink on his way home from the bus stop. A couple of days a week I met him there but usually I had either a late class or I had to get ready for work.
"Were we running low on our supply?"
"Yeah. Terry said this new stuff is great, Colombian, I think. We had quite a talk tonight, mostly about you."
"Me? What were you guys talking about me for?"
"Terry thinks you're hot. You should have heard him go on and on about your cute ass."
"Personally, I think yours is cuter, Peter. Didn't he notice that?"
"Oh, he always flirts with me, you know that."
"He always flirts with everyone. I think it's just his way. He doesn't mean anything by it half the time."
"Well, Mark, apparently he means something this time. He asked me if we might want to have a three-way with him. What do you think?"
That stopped me short for a minute. I'd never really thought about something like that. I mean, I guess what we did at the baths was technically a three-way, sometimes a four-way. But it just sort of happened without any planning. Sometimes it was hot, sometimes it just didn't work out. The way things were at the baths if you started something and it wasn't working for one of the guys involved it could just sort of end; no hard feeling, just a pat on the arm, or butt, a smile and drifting off apart. But to actually set something up in advance, to plan something, to make a date?
"So what did you tell him, Peter?"
"I told him I'd ask you, that I'm a lot more freewheeling than you so it would have to be your call. What do you think, babe? He is pretty hot, you know."
I thought about him that way for a minute. He was around 25 and was a pretty big guy, taller than either Peter or me, maybe 6'3", broad shoulders, slim waist and hips. He usually had his long dark blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. His face was average looking but he had pretty intense eyes. Though I'd never thought of him that way I suppose he was pretty sexy.
"I'm not sure, Peter. I mean, I don't know when I'll be in the mood for something like that until it comes up."
"How about this, Mark? You meet me at the bar as usual on Friday. Have a joint before you leave here. We can talk to him, have a couple of beers. If you're up for it, we can bring him back here. If not, no big deal. No pressure and it's completely up to you."
"You think he won't mind leaving it up in the air like that?"
"I'll talk to him tomorrow. He's always at the bar anyway and a chance is better than nothing. I'm sure he'll go for it."
He did. I got home from school around five Friday afternoon, rolled myself a fat joint, poured myself a beer and lit up. I was more than a little nervous. This was talking our new 'open relationship' to another level. I wasn't even sure this was the kind of relationship I wanted and I was going in deeper but by the time I left the apartment I was so high I wasn't obsessing about it so much.
We were supposed to meet Terry at the bar at six thirty and I was a few minutes late. Peter wasn't there yet but Terry was, dressed in his usual 'uniform', tight jeans, white tee shirt and black leather vest. He smiled at me as I walked in, pulled the bar stool next to him out for me and signaled to the bartender for a couple of beers. We were starting our third round when Peter walked in, looking sexy but very out of place in his business suit.
"Sorry, guys, I got hung up at the office. How are you two getting on?"
"Pretty good, Petey. Your boyfriend is sexy as hell, but I'm sure I don't have to tell you that."
"Believe me, I know, Terry, and you haven't seen him naked yet. You've got a treat coming. How about I join you for a quick beer and we head up to the apartment?"
"Sounds good to me, Peter, though I'm so high you might have to carry me."
"I'm sure the two of us can take care of Mark, right, Peter?"
As we started the short walk home Peter had his left arm around my shoulders. Terry was on the other side of me with his right hand holding my belt in the middle of my back. As we walked he worked his hand down into my jeans and by the time we got home he had the tip of his finger pressing into my hole. We were in the Village but still I was glad it was dark out.
Peter led the way up the stairs and Terry followed, massaging my butt with both hands. He pulled me into a kiss as soon as we closed the door. He thrust his tongue between my parted lips and practically devoured me. By the time we came up for air I looked around and Peter was undressed to his briefs.
"C'mon, you guys, get those clothes off and get into bed."
Terry and I pulled our clothes off in practically one motion and my mouth dropped open when I looked at his crotch. His cock was only half hard but even in that state it was bigger than any I had ever seen.
"Jeez, Ter, what can you possibly do with that?"
"Everything I can, Markie. Get into bed and you'll see."
In bed it was kind of awkward at first, so many arms and legs everywhere. For a while we lay on our sides with me in the middle. I'd make out with Peter while Terry reached around me, playing with my nipples, biting the back of my neck, rubbing his huge rod along my crack. Then I'd turn around and make out with Terry, reaching down and stroking his dick between us while Peter dry-humped my butt.
We shifted around to form a triangle so we could suck each other. Peter was sucking me, I sucked Terry and Terry sucked Peter. Terry's cock didn't get that much bigger when fully hard but it was still enormous. I couldn't get much more than the head in my mouth. He was maybe an inch longer than me but was much thicker. When I wrapped my hand around it I couldn't quite touch the tip of my middle finger to my thumb. I tried to suck it as well as I could but he was so thick I was afraid my teeth would scrape his head. After several minutes with the room filled with sounds of slurping and moaning we changed positions again. Peter rolled me over onto my back and knelt between my legs. He grabbed some lube and began playing with my hole. Terry knelt straddling my head, facing Peter, rubbing his cock all over my face with one hand while pinching my nipples with the other. Peter slipped first one finger then another into my hot hole. After he'd stretched me a bit he put the head of his dick against my pucker and gently pushed. At the same time, Terry tipped my head back and aimed his cock at my mouth. I opened wide and he pushed into me. From this angle he was able to get a few inches into me. Peter was entering me from the other end. Peter stopped for a few seconds when he was completely buried in my ass and I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him into me tight. Then he began slowly pumping in and out. Each time he shoved his cock into me he pushed me up on the bed a bit and forced a little more of Terry's huge tool into my throat. I don't know how much of it finally fit in but at one point I thought his dick and Peter's were going to bump into each other somewhere in my chest.
I was stuffed at both ends and it felt like heaven. Terry leaned over me and kissed Peter. It was such a strange sight, lying there looking up at the two of them kissing above me. After several long sloppy kisses the two of them separated and Peter slowly pulled out of my ass. He hadn't cum and I was disappointed. Since my mouth was full I wiggled my butt to indicate that I wanted more.
Peter laughed. "Don't worry, we're far from done, baby. I think it's time to change positions."
Terry pulled out of my mouth and the two of them switched places.
"No way that telephone pole is going inside me, Terry. You'll split me open."
"I'm sure you can handle it, Mark. Peter's got you all loosened up for me. Just relax."
Peter knelt by my head and stuck a bottle of poppers under my nose. I took a couple of hits while Terry opened my ass with his fingers. I don't know how many he had in me but I was feeling more stretched than ever before. Peter cleaned off his dick with a towel and straddled my face. He reached over me, grabbed my ankles and pulled them toward him. He spread my legs and held them up near his shoulders so my ass was wide-open and facing Terry. I managed to get Peter's cock into my mouth as I felt Terry pushing against my hole. Even with all of the fucking and stretching he still felt impossibly huge but he pushed very gently. He didn't force anything, just kept up a steady pressure. After a minute I sensed my hole open another millimeter or so and felt him start to slide into me. I knew it should feel like he was ripping me apart and it really did feel as if I couldn't possibly stretch any more without tearing, but it felt so good at the same time. I felt his pubic hair press against my ass and knew he was all the way in. Peter had been working his cock down my throat at the same time and was buried in me with his balls resting on my nose. To say that I felt full was an understatement.
Terry started thrusting into me, fucking my ass as hard as he could. He was so much more forceful than Peter but I really got into it. I had to be careful not to bite Peter; the thrusts were knocking me around so much. Terry grabbed my legs behind the knees and pushed them down to my shoulders. He started fucking me from above, coming down into me with all of his weight. I know it was impossible but with each thrust I felt like he went even deeper into me. I lost track of time. At one point I thought he was about to cum. His cock seemed to grow even larger inside me. The feeling pushed me over the edge and I shot my load all over my chest without even touching my dick. Terry slowed down his pumping for a minute, then went right back to his hard thrusts. In a few minutes my dick was a hard as ever. I felt Peter get harder in my throat and he pulled out halfway as he began to shoot. I tasted his familiar cum in my mouth and felt it run down my throat. And still Terry kept pistoning into my ass. Finally, he pushed my legs even further apart and seemed to be trying to force his whole body inside me. His huge fire hose expanded again and he let out a yell as he shot deep inside me. After his last shot he collapsed on top of me. Peter came around and lay down next to us and wrapped his arms around us.
"Damn, that was great! That was so hot seeing Terry's giant dick fucking you, Mark. I knew you could do it. Terry doesn't run into many guys who can take him but I told him I was sure you could. You're a natural."
"I didn't have the same confidence but it felt pretty great. I guess I really do like to get fucked."
"I'll say. You were something else, Mark. I came twice. The first time I just kept right on fucking I was so turned on by your ass. You've got a real talent, there."
"I don't know if talent is the right word, Terry, but he definitely likes having a huge dick up his ass. I'll have to try to line up some more of them for him. I could watch you get fucked all night, Mark. You are so hot."
"Right now, I'm exhausted. All that fucking puts a lot into a guy but takes out even more."
I fell asleep almost before the words were out of my mouth. The beer, the pot and all that sex finally got to me. When I woke up in the morning not only was Terry still there but he was on his hands and knees with Peter fucking him from behind. They stopped for a minute and rearranged themselves so that I could get under Terry. He had much less trouble fitting up my ass this morning and he fucked me while Peter fucked him.
I'm still not really sure what I'm doing here. I've discovered that I'm a real pig for dick. I've always liked sex but lately I just can't seem to get enough. I want dick any way I can get it but especially up my ass, the bigger the better. But this isn't the way I wanted my relationship to be. Maybe Peter's right. Maybe I should stop analyzing it so much and just go with the flow. If it feels good, do it.