DJ - 1. Chapter 1

Note: All sexually involved characters in this story are Eighteen years of age or older.

DJ , Chapter 1

A love story by Douglas Spencer

I’m now considered a Senior Citizen, having reached my 65th birthday last September. I now draw Social Security, but that is not quite enough to live on, so I supplement my SS with a part time job, delivering drugs for a local pharmacy. As a rule I work from about 3 PM to 9 PM about 4 days a week, which usually nets me about $180 a week after taxes.

It was starting to look like a gorgeous spring day this March morning. I had awaken, made some coffee, put on my robe to cover my naked body, and was enjoying my first cup, sitting on my front porch. I was noticing that the grass on my lawn was going to need attention soon, then it dawned on me, that the man who had cut it last season, had moved out of the area and I was going to need to find somebody new.

I was just finishing my first cup, when quite a handsome, light skinned, young black man came to my gate. I motioned him to enter the yard and he cautiously looked around, and gingerly entered.

“I wasn’t sure,” he said, “that you might not have a big guard dog.”

“No guard dog,” I smiled, “how can I help you?”

“I noticed, sir, that your grass needed cutting, and I’m trying to make a few bucks.”

“Young man, you just hit on something I was just thinking about. How about a cup of coffee?”

“I don’t often drink coffee, but it sounds good.”

“Come on into the kitchen, and we can talk.”

He followed me through the sitting room and into the kitchen. I pulled another mug out of the cupboard and poured him and myself a cup. I grabbed creamer out of the fridge, setting it between us. He scooped 4 heaping teaspoons of sugar into his mug, causing my mouth to fall open.

“You like a little coffee in your sugar?” I remarked.

He smirked a bit, “I do like it sweet, sir.”

This young man was driving me crazy. He was a cut or three above most of the young black dudes I had encountered. He had a conventional, neatly trimmed hair cut, seemingly clean T-shirt that actually fit him, tucked inside his slim fit jeans, with a belt that was around his waist, rather than his hips. He was almost super-polite. I had all I could do to resist the urge to grab him and hug him.

“Okay,” I said, “enough of this sir crap, I’m not royalty, my name is Doug, Doug Kendall, and you are?”

“Dewain Jovan Jackson,” he said, “but I go by DJ.”

“That’s a mouthful,” I replied, “How old are you, DJ?”

“Nineteen sir—I mean, Doug.”

I had noticed his eyes shifted down, periodically toward my crotch area, and then realized my robe had parted, exposing my half-hard cock. He never said anything, but I adjusted my robe to cover myself. I was relieved to know he wasn’t jail bait. I have never, in my 65 years, had a black man cause me to want him, like I wanted DJ.

“Do you have proper equipment for cutting and trimming, or would you need to use mine?”

“I would need to use yours.” DJ answered. “I live in the projects, and, even if I had equipment, I would have no place to keep it.”

“That’s ok DJ. Tell me about your family.”

“Well,” hanging his head, “Papa got mixed up with drugs, and he’s in prison, Mama works part time at Wal-Mart, and I have a sister that’s 13 and a little brother that’s 10. Things are pretty rough, financially. Come fall, I want to go to the Community College, but I also need to help with groceries. That’s why I’m trying to earn a little money.”

“DJ, you’ve got a lot of weight on your shoulders, for such a young man. I’m not well heeled, but I will help you all I can, if you wish. I can’t have you do the lawn today, as I have some business to attend to, and I have to work today. But I’m free all day tomorrow, will that work?”

“It sure will, what time do you want me here?”

“Whenever you want to start. I hope you have something more like work clothes. Those look a little too nice for cutting grass.”

“I do,” he answered, “ok if I ride my bike here in the morning?”

“Why not? It’ll be best to come to the back door when you get here. I’ll have the coffee ready, and maybe something to go with it.” Then, “DJ, how much you going to charge me for mowing and weed eating?”

“Is $25 too much?

“I think $40 is more appropriate,” I said, “plus whatever you eat.”

“Great!” he exclaimed, and smiled the most genuine smile I had yet to see on his face. “I should be here about 9, if that’s ok.”

Once again, I’m fighting the urge to hug him.

“That’ll be fine, DJ, see you then.”

DJ literally bounced down the sidewalk, through the gate, closing it behind him, and down the street. Little does DJ know what he is doing to me, or maybe, what I’m doing to myself. I was still standing by the front door and saw DJ riding his bike past my house, in the other direction, out of the neighborhood.

On my way to the pharmacy, I stopped at a little German bakery. I have no way of knowing what DJ likes best, so I got two apple and two cherry strudels to have with our coffee in the morning. For some strange reason, I suddenly felt 35 years old instead of 65. I wish I could get DJ off my mind!

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Beep—Beep—Beep—Beep

I reached over and shut the alarm off. I usually just wake up when I feel like it, but with DJ coming today to cut my grass, I had set it for 8:30 AM so I could be ready for DJ. I crawled out of bed, slid my feet into my slippers, then headed to the bathroom for my morning pee, then walked out to the kitchen in all my naked glory to start the coffee. I opened the inside kitchen door, leaving only the storm door closed.

I sat at the table, waiting for the coffee to finish, then came a tap, tap on the storm door. With the inside door open, I could easily see it was DJ.

“Door’s open, DJ, come on in.” I said, fairly loudly. “Coffee is just about ready.”

DJ entered, and started to sit down, as I got up, and went to get the coffee- pot. I came back to the table, and stood close to DJ while I filled both of our mugs. I knew DJ could not have helped but notice that I was naked, and I was waiting to see if he was going to say anything. He didn’t say anything, but I did notice that he frequently glanced, particularly in the direction of my cock.

DJ took my advice, and was wearing an old pair of jeans that were somewhat baggy and lose fitting, and old T-shirt, and sneakers that had seen their better day. I acted like I forgot about the strudels.

“DJ, I almost forgot, I picked up something to go with our coffee this morning. Go grab that white box over on the counter.”

When DJ arose, he tried to adjust a little, but with those loose fitting jeans, with probably boxers underneath, he could not hide the obvious tent he had developed. I knew my trap had worked. Completely straight men don’t get so aroused seeing another man naked. I’m certain now, that DJ can be had.

We finished our coffee and strudels, each having one cherry and one apple. DJ was ready to start on the yard work. I handed him the key to the shed, and he took over. After about 45 minutes, DJ came to the door and knocked. I was in the living room, I knew it had to be DJ so just hollered for him to come in.

“Doug, Can I get some water?” he called, from the kitchen.

“Hey,” I said, entering the kitchen, “I’m not gonna wait on you hand and foot. The glasses are here, water is in the fridge.”

After he guzzled a large glass of water, he asked if he might use the bathroom.

“The question should be,” I said, smiling, “Where is the bathroom? It’s down the hall on the right. Want me to hold it for you?”

“No thanks, I think I can handle it.” Then, after he returned, “I probably should have let you, but I didn’t need another hardon!” and grinned.

The remark, I thought, was very close to an invitation. ‘Doug, I’m thinking to myself, be careful, he might want to rip you off.’ Somehow, though, I don’t think DJ is a thief, at least not of material things, but he tugs at my heartstrings.

I hadn’t realized how hot it was getting, and DJ’s T-shirt was half soaked with sweat, or maybe he just sweats easily.

“DJ,” I said, “You don’t have to knock every time you need me, or something from the house, like water or the toilet.”

“I noticed the weed eater is electric,” DJ commented, “Where is the cord?”

“Hmmm, I think the last I used it was the day I vacuumed out the car. Check the Shop-vac, it’s likely on top of or around that.”

“OK Doug, I’ll look.” DJ headed back out to the shed. In a few minutes I heard the sound of the weed eater buzzing in the front yard.

In about another 45 minutes, a really sweat-soaked DJ entered the back door again. I handed him a towel, he smiled and started to wipe the sweat off his face, arms, and hair. He dropped the towel on a chair, and headed again to the bathroom, then returned, and helped himself to another tall glass of water.

“DJ,” I asked, “did you bring a change of clothes?”

“No, why?”

“Because you need a shower badly, but I’m certain you wouldn’t want to cover your body back up with those dirty, sweaty clothes. I would loan you a change, but there is no way mine would fit you!”

“Doug, if I might just borrow a T-shirt, I could—never mind. I do need to take this one off though. I can ride home topless.”

DJ pulled off his sweaty T-shirt, exposing his completely hairless chest, and nipples that were begging for my touch. He was slim, but not skinny, with reasonably defined pecks and a hint of a trail of black hair from his navel that disappeared into his jeans.

He picked up the towel off the chair and wiped the sweat off his neck, chest and stomach. I grabbed the towel from him, turned him around, and wiped the glistening sweat off from his back. I couldn’t resist swiping my fingers down his spine, causing DJ to shiver, and suddenly produce Goosebumps.

“Just a suggestion, DJ, next time, bring a change of clothes, or bring your work clothes, and you can change here, and also take a shower before you leave. Next Tuesday, same time ok?” DJ nodded in agreement.

I paid DJ $40 for his work, which he pocketed, smiling, and thanked me graciously. He placed his sweat soaked T-shirt in a plastic grocery bag, thanked me for everything, grabbed the bag and headed out the back door, then mounted his bike and headed out from the neighborhood. I’m feeling just a little depressed, as I have to wait a whole week to see “my DJ” again.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

It’s Friday morning and I am sitting at the kitchen table, naked as usual, sipping my second cup of coffee. My thoughts are suddenly interrupted, by a familiar tapping on the back door. I cautiously peeked through the blind, and it was, as I suspected, DJ. Now that I knew it was DJ, I just opened the door and he walked in, and dropped his backpack on the floor.

“Good morning DJ,” I said, smiling warmly. “Aren’t you a little early?”

“Oh!” he replied, “I didn’t come to work today, but I did want to discus a couple of things with you. Are you satisfied with my work?”

“It was perfect, and I’m all ears!” I said, “Let’s talk.”

“Doug, I hope I’m not being too presumptuous, but, I brought my old sneakers, and clean work clothes, hoping you might have a place to keep them. When I come Tuesday, I can change, do the yard, and then get that shower before I leave, as you suggested.”

“I will even do you one better, DJ,” I responded. “Just leave your dirty clothes in the hamper, and I’ll have them washed and fresh for the next time. What else is on your mind?”

“I’m just wondering, why are you always naked, when I’m around?”

“Simple,” I explained, “I sleep au natural, so when I arise in the morning, I am naturally naked. I see no reason to rush, and put clothes on, until I am ready to exit the house. Does it bother you?”

“Not really, Doug. But I think I am a little jealous, because I can’t do that at home. It seems like it would be a great feeling, to let it all hang out like you do. I can’t even sleep naked.”

“Why not?”

“Because I have to share my bed with my little brother. He is only 10, and if I slept naked, he would tell Mama, and then it would be hell to pay!” I can hardly ever get enough privacy to even jack off.”

“DJ, grab your bag and follow me.”

I led DJ to the bedroom. I opened the bottom draw of the dresser, which was completely empty. I told DJ he could store his work clothes in it, and any other clothing he might want to bring here. He smiled. He then unpacked his backpack, and placed the contents into the draw.

“Doug, do you have any plans for the next couple hours?”

“None at all. I have to work at 3, but that is it. Why?”

“Would it, um—um—“

“We’re friends DJ! There is nothing you can’t discus with me. Just say it.”

DJ, swallowing hard, “Would it be ok, if I got comfortable with you?” DJ blurted.

“You mean,” I answered, smiling, “undressed, like me?” DJ nodded.

“I would love it if you did!” I answered with excitement in my voice.

DJ acted almost like a stripper. He removed his shoes, then socks. Then the T-shirt slipped off, over his head. Loosening the belt, and then unzipping his jeans, he stepped out of them, leaving only his bulging, tented boxers. God, how I wanted to see what this amazing young man had, that was yet covered. I could see a gradually larger wet spot forming at the end of his tent pole. He was teasing me, and I knew it. And he knew that I knew he was teasing, I could tell by the devilish grin on his face.

“I can’t take any more,” I exclaimed, as I reached over and pushed his boxers down to his knees, and they slid on down to the floor, uncovering the most beautiful, erect, black cock I had ever seen.

It was not the stereotypical, 8 to 10 inch huge penis often associated with black men. It was about 6½” to 7” long, and, what I would call a comfortable diameter. I looked into DJ’s face, as if to ask permission, before I touched it, the head was already slick with precum.

“DJ,” I asked, “Have you ever had a blowjob?”

DJ, shaking his head, “No, but if you want, you can give me my first! I need to warn you though, I haven’t been off for several weeks, so it may be a really big load!”

I encouraged DJ to lie down, and sunk onto that gorgeous cock. Taking it all in. His precum was kind of sweet, but what I really wanted was the whole orgasm. I wanted DJ’s cum in my mouth, I wanted to taste him. I also wanted him to have an excellent first time experience, one that he would remember, for years to come.

I ran my hand up his stomach, and onto his hairless chest, stopping to play with his nipples, pinching them, and making DJ squeal, and also causing his dick to jerk.

I was also experiencing something I had not felt for a few years, my cock leaking precum, as it was sliding on the front DJ’s leg while he was squirming. I was wondering if I might actually cum, while sucking him. It had happened before to me, but was probably 20 years ago.

It had likely been at least 10 years since the last time a man had caused me to lust like this, and never before, a black man. I didn’t dare let DJ know how much I needed him, as that would give him the power to use me.

“My cock in your mouth feels so good. Sure feels a lot better than jacking off. I can feel my cum getting ready to spurt.”

I could hear DJ mumbling little explicit words, while I was nursing his cock. Judging from the actions of his pelvis, and the rather frequent times his body stiffened I was reasonably certain he was getting close.

DJ, hips jerking, “Doug! Pull off, I’m going to cum, hurry!”

I responded by ramming my hands under his ass, making sure he didn’t pull out of my mouth, his cock started to jerk and pulse.

“Oh my god! I can’t stop it, pull off, I’m cumminggggggggg!”

DJ was right, he shot one of the biggest loads I had ever taken in my mouth. I was kept busy, as I felt the first huge spurt hit the back of my throat, then another, and several more finally slowing up to where I could actually taste his cream, and DJ tasted really good.

“I didn’t mean to cum in your mouth.” DJ said, apologetically, I tried to warn you Doug.”

“You don’t understand, DJ,” I said, “I wanted you to cum in my mouth, I wanted to swallow you, and taste you!”

“I felt your hard cock against my leg,” DJ said, “Did you get off?”

“Almost, but not quite.”

DJ quickly wrapped his hand around my cock, which was still slippery with pre and started stroking it. I could feel my man juice starting to build.

“Do you think I can get you off this way?” DJ asked.

“I don’t think so, I know you can, and soon too.”

DJ continued for about 2 minutes more and I stiffened, arched my back, and shot my load, all over my chest and stomach.

“Wow,” DJ exclaimed, “That was a pretty good load too.” Then, chuckling, “You’re a mess. I prolly should have tried to catch that, but I’m not ready for cum in my mouth, at least not yet. Can I help you clean it up?”

“If you would, just get a warm wet washcloth, and bring it to me.”

DJ walked into the bathroom, got a warm, wet washcloth, then came back and proceeded to clean the cum off my body, with his beautiful, now flaccid dick hanging just inches from me. I suddenly had an idea.

“DJ, don’t you live close to Southside Drug Store?”

“Yeah, about 10 minutes walking distance, why?”

“That’s where I work. I’m thinking, since I work Monday until about 9:00 PM, If you could meet me there, we could go get some chow, and come back and spend the night here. And you would be here to do the lawn Tuesday. Then I can drop you back home Tuesday afternoon.”

“I see one problem, Doug. I’m not going to have money for food, Monday night. I’m actually broke already. That $40 went quick.”

“DJ, you have much to learn. One does not invite someone to share a meal, and not plan to pick up the tab!”

DJ smiled. “That will work, I need to watch the young ones until Mama gets home from her job, about 8:00 PM. Deal!”

We both were lying on the bed, naked, and silent. I knew I had to start getting ready for work before too long. It was a little past noon. I was caressing DJ’s body, running my hand from his neck and shoulder, across his smooth chest and stomach, down to his pubes, and then back up toward the other shoulder.

Suddenly DJ spoke, softly, “Doug, what do you see in me? Why are you trying so hard to help me?”

“It’s hard to explain, DJ. The day you walked through my gate, I had a lust for you, sexually. I wanted you in my bed, right then. I wanted your cock in my mouth that morning. Then, as I got to know you better, I started to care for you, a lot. I don’t know why. You’re just one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met.”

“I have, as a protective shield, tried very hard not to fall ‘in love’ with you. Yes, I love you, but I have avoided things like kissing you. I am not ‘in love’ with you, nor do I want to be. I am way to old to be your lover, and you are way to young to be mine. Christ, I’m old enough to be your grandfather!

“I feel more like I want to be as your father, and I care very deeply for you. I guess maybe that would mean we’ve been practicing incest, but maybe not, since we are not blood relatives.”

Like a thunderstorm, the floodgates opened, and DJ started sobbing. I grabbed a T-shirt, using it as a towel and cradled his head on my shoulder, wondering what I may have said to cause this outburst.

“DJ, what did I say, to upset you like this?”

DJ, trying to answer, between the sobs, “It’s nothing you said, it’s a realization that suddenly set in. For the first time in my life, you have made me feel wanted. I’ve never felt wanted before. I was a love child. I’ve heard Papa say, several times, that they should have had me aborted.

“Oh my god, DJ, How could any parent”—I’m at a loss for words, repulsed by what DJ just told me. The tears are now streaming down my face also. I realize that I need to do something. It’s imperative that DJ be removed from that horrid environment, the sooner the better.

I need to leave for work soon, and with messing around with DJ, I had not had any lunch. DJ and I need to have a serious talk, but there is no time right now. We are both now dressed and off the bed.

“DJ, Is your mama working today?”

“Yeah, I think she is leaving about 1:30. I have to be there when the young ones get home from school, about 3:00. It’s Friday, and I don’t think she will be home until after 10:00”

“Do you have a cell phone, DJ? Or a house phone?”

“No, Mama has one, but she always takes it with her, and we don’t have a house phone.”

“You have to have a phone, DJ. Does your mama work on weekends?”

“I do want to get a phone, when I can save up the money. Mama usually does work weekends, but I don’t know when. I have to be there when she is at work to watch over the kids.”

“DJ, try to get away for a while on Saturday or Sunday to catch up with me at the drug store, between 3:00 and 9:00, OK?” Then, “If you have to be home at 3:00 you probably need to leave now.” As I hug my DJ, and kiss him on the cheek, “Keep your chin up, things will get better! I promise.”

DJ hopped on his bike and headed home. I got in my car and headed to Chick Fillet for a sandwich, and then on to work. I made a quiet decision to get DJ a phone. He definitely needs one, and I know he can’t afford it.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Shortly after arriving at work, I received the word that Cynthia, one of the clerk/cashiers, had given her 2 weeks notice. I talked with Justin, the Manager, and told him I had an excellent candidate to replace her. He told me to take an application to them, and he would consider my endorsement, and would certainly give them an interview. I took an application and stashed it in my car. The rest of Friday went pretty much as normal.

Saturday morning went pretty much as normal. As I sat at the table having my morning coffee, I could visualize DJ, sitting in the other chair. I’ve never felt so lonely in my own house, as I did today. I did fix a light lunch and left early for work, as I needed to stop by the cell phone store to pick up a phone for DJ. It didn’t take as long as I thought it might, and I actually pulled up at the pharmacy about a half an hour early. About 2 minutes after I got parked, DJ and his bike were at my car window.

“Hi Doug, I’m glad you got here a little early. I have to be home soon cuz Mama needs to leave for work by 3:00 PM. I really wanted to see you for a few minutes today.”

“Well, DJ, that just what we have! A few very precious minutes!” Then I added, “Come on in and sit,” while pointing at the passenger seat.

While DJ was walking around to the other side of the car, I reached into the back seat, retrieving the plastic bag containing DJ’s new phone. When DJ got seated, I handed him the bag.

“Here you go, DJ,” I said, “I took the liberty of programming my number into your phone and, of course, yours into mine. It’s new, and you may need to charge it soon.”

DJ opened the bag, holding the new LG phone in his hand, and displayed mixed emotions on his face. First he smiled, than teardrops ran down his face.

“Doug, why?” DJ questioned, “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Yes I did!” I answered. “If nothing more, I need to know that if you need me you can reach me. I mean, 24/7. You’re a precious young man, and you are wanted, not just for sex, but because I care about you as a terrific human being that deserves more than what you have ever had!”

“DJ, have you considered getting, at least, a part time job?”

“I have applied for several jobs. There is always the problem that I need to help Mama by taking care of the kids while she works, and also the phone number is hers. I feel like she does not want me to work.”

“Do you think you would like to work here at the drug store? They are going to need a part time clerk/cashier soon. I told Justin, the manager, that I thought I could recommend someone, and he told me he would interview anyone I recommended. You would need to fill out an application.”

“I could do that, but I doubt it would work. I’d probably just be wasting my time.”

I stated, handing DJ the application, “At least you can give them your phone number now, and you will get an interview.”

DJ took the application, and put it in the bag with the cell phone. I knew he had to leave, as it was nearly 3:00. He thanked me for everything and left. I have never been married, but if I had been, I would have loved to have a son just like DJ. I walked into the store and clocked in.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Sunday morning I am sitting at the table, having coffee. My phone rang, looking at the screen, I know my face brightened, it was DJ!

“Hi DJ,” I answered, cheerfully, “What’s up?”

“Doug, I’ve been working on that application. It wants three personal references. I don’t know who to list. Is it all right if I put your name in as one?”

“DJ!” I almost shouted, “I’d be really hurt if you didn’t. I’ll give you the best damn reference anyone could give!”

“I’m about done with the rest of it. Do you think it would be alright to turn it in on a Sunday?”

“I don’t know why not. Do it early today, and I will follow up when I go in to work at 3:00. I will let Justin know that you are the candidate I was telling him about Friday.”

“Thanks, Doug, bye.” DJ hung up.

Wow, DJ sure is short on the phone. I wanted to ask him something, and he’d already hung up. I called him back.

“Hi Doug, now I know what my phone sounds like when it rings.”

“DJ, I wanted to see f we are still on for tomorrow night.”

“As far as I know. Is it still ok with you?”

“Of course. I’m looking forward to it. At least now, if anything changes or pops up, we can make contact. I worry about you DJ. Please let me know if you need me, ok?”

“Doug, I’m not used to anyone worryin’ about me. I’m a big boy, and I’ll be fine.”

“OK DJ, just sayin’. I hope to see you tomorrow night, about 9. Have a good day, I love you.”

“You too, Doug. Don’t work too hard, I love you too.”

We hung up, but the last few words haunted me. I had told DJ I loved him, then he said he loved me too. I think it’s pretty true, I do think we love each other, not as ‘lovers’ per se, but more as very close friends. Maybe, friends with benefits?

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

I went in to work Sunday afternoon, walking into the store a few minutes early. I asked Justin if he had received DJ’s application.

“I have an app from a Dewain Jovan Jackson. He seemed like a nice kid, but he has no work experience at all.” Justin said, shaking his head a little. “Did you know he spent a year in military school?”

“That’s DJ,” I said, “Justin, he has been doing yard work for me, and I’ve gotten to know him quite well. He doesn’t smoke, drink or do drugs. His daddy was into drugs, and is in prison right now. He’s had a pretty rough home life, and, Justin, he really needs a break. About military school, that’s something I didn’t know about, until now.”

“I was looking,” Justin replied, “for someone to replace Cynthia, and she normally works evenings. He put his available hours as mornings, and needs to be off by 3:00 PM on weekdays. That would cause me a scheduling nightmare.”

“I can explain that, Justin,” I said. His mother works at Wal-Mart, and he has two younger siblings. His mother is using DJ as an unpaid baby sitter, and DJ has to be home to watch over them on the days that she works evenings and on weekends.”

“Justin, DJ doesn’t know it yet, but I have every intention of getting him out of that hell hole he lives in, ASAP. I don’t think I will have to work on him very hard, to convince him to move into my home. That would eliminate the hour availability problem. Justin, I’m begging you, give him a chance, and I am certain you will be pleased with his performance. And your customers will love him, he’s a charmer!”

“Ok Doug, I will arrange for an interview with him tomorrow. If I hire him, and he doesn’t work out, I’ll never accept another recommendation from you again. I think there are some deliveries ready.”

“Thanks, Justin, that’s all I can ask, and I am sure you’ll be pleased.”

Sunday is typically slow, and there weren’t too many deliveries. About 7:00 Justin cut me, and I left. Most of the time I usually eat out, but since it was early, I decided to get some real food at the grocery and cook a simple dinner at home. Right after I got into the kitchen, my phone rang, and it was DJ.

“Hi DJ, Is everything ok?”

“Are you busy?”

“I’m never to busy to take your call, and, anyway, it was slow and Justin cut me early, I’m home.”

DJ, excitement in his voice, “Guess what, Doug? Your boss is going to interview me tomorrow!” Then, “He wants me there at 10:00 AM.”

“That’s great, DJ,” now listen up. “Try to be there a few minutes early, be clean shaven, dressed nicely, smell good, and—just put your best foot forward. And try not to be too nervous.”

“Doug, I don’t even have a suit, and all my pants are jeans or shorts.”

“Do you have a button down shirt, or a polo?”

“I have a polo shirt.”

“Ok fine, wear that, and the slim jeans you wore the day I met you, and your best looking sneakers. You’ll be fine.” I said, “DJ? Call me afterwards, and tell me how it went.”

“Doug, Thank you for everything, and thank you for being my best friend. I love you!”

“Love you too, DJ. Goodnight.” We both hung up.

‘Damn,’ I’m thinking to myself. I can’t remember the last time anyone captured my emotions the way DJ has. I absolutely adore this young man, not so much as a potential soul mate, but as a friend. Oh, sure, he’s attractive, and I love his beautiful cock, but it’s so much deeper, and more than just a sexual attraction.

I’m going to have that ‘serious talk’ with him sometime between tomorrow night and Tuesday. More than anything, I need to get him out of that project, and get him here, where I can share my love with him. I’m going to offer him my home, where he will be safe and secure, and know that he is precious and wanted. I wonder what his reaction will be.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Monday morning I woke to a rainy day. It was about 8:00, and I am immediately concerned, wondering how DJ is going to get to the store for his interview, without getting soaked. I need to pick him up and deliver him but I do not know his address. I need to call him.

“Hi Doug. Is everything OK?”

“With me, yes. I think I need to pick you up, so you can get to your interview without getting soaked.”

“No Doug. I don’t want Mama to see someone picking me up. She will ask too many questions. I have an umbrella, and I will walk. I need to hang up!”

Wow, he was really short with me this morning. I am hoping he is ok. After drinking four cups of coffee, I look at the clock. It’s almost 10:30. I’m wondering how DJ’s interview is going. I would call him, but it might interrupt the interview. Please, DJ, call me.

Finally, at almost 11:00, my phone rings. “DJ! Are you OK?”

“I’m fine Doug. Are you ok?”

“I’m a little better now. You were awfully short with me earlier.”

“I’m sorry, Doug. Mama doesn’t know I have this phone, and I don’t want her to know. I have to keep it on vibe at the house, so nobody will hear it. And when you called, I hung up so they wouldn’t hear me talking, and know I had it.”

“Wow, talk about secrecy, I didn’t know.”

“The less my family knows about my private life, the better.”

“How did the interview go?”

“Pretty good, I think. Justin said he would call me later and let me know what his decision is. I didn’t want him to call when Mama was around, so I asked if he could text me instead, and I could get back to him. He looked at me kind of strangely. Now that you know the situation, maybe you could relay that information to him when you go in today? Please?”

“Will do, partner! I love you DJ, and I’m looking forward to tonight.”

“Love you too, see you about nine.”

 
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When I went in to work that day, Justin motioned me to join him at the back of the store.

“Doug, I interviewed your boy today. I have to say, he impressed me. He has an extremely captivating personality, and you cannot help but like him. He is going to need considerable training, but I think he is worth the investment of time and money. He seems willing to learn and anxious to please, and those are some of the qualities I look for.”

“I’m planning to take him on, probably starting Wednesday morning. I don’t understand him not wanting me to call him, he asked me to text him. I do kind of wish his name wasn’t so weird, it’s hard to remember. He also stated, on his application, that he doesn’t have a driver’s license.”

“I think I can explain that,” I said, “He wants to get ahead, but his mother wants to keep him for a built in baby sitter. I got him that phone, and he doesn’t want his mother to know he has it. He and I are going to have a serious chat tonight and/or tomorrow morning. I desperately want to remove him from the horrid home environment he lives in, as I have told you. And as for the name, he goes by DJ, anybody can remember that.”

I added, “He does have some ambitions. He wants to start at CC in the fall. I didn’t know he didn’t have a driver’s license, and he will need that before he starts school, as well as a car. We will work on that soon. Justin, I really appreciate you giving him a chance.”

“Justin, please don’t ever say anything to DJ about what I am about to share with you. He was a love child, and his father has said a few times, that they should have had him aborted!”

Justin, his face transformed to a look of utter shock, “My god, Doug. That’s a terrible scar to leave on a child. I’ve known of young people to take their own life for less than that. Thank you for sharing that. DJ needs all the love and compassion we can give him. No wonder you wanted to take him under your wing. I know you will be a good adopted father to him.”

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My workday is finished. I’ve left the store, and I’m sitting in my car. It’s 9:10 PM, and DJ should be here. Knowing his Mama is likely home, I’m reluctant to phone him. Wait, he said he keeps his phone on vibe in the house. I called, it’s ringing, 6 now 7 times, and no answer. DJ, don’t do this to me. I’m ready to panic. Let me give him a little more time, maybe his Mama was late getting home. It’s almost 9:30, my phone rings, it’s DJ.

I frantically answered, “DJ, Talk to me!”

DJ, crying, “Mama was late getting home, <sob> I know I’m late, <sob> Can I ask a big favor? <sob> Pick me up, bus stop, <sob> 5th and Elm?”

“I’m on my way DJ, I’ll be there in five minutes.”

I squealed out of the parking lot. I know the city well, as I headed toward DJ’s part of town. Elm Street has never been so far away as it is tonight. I cannot fathom what could have happened, that would upset DJ so much. I’m passing the number streets, 10th, 9th, 8th, 7th, 6th, arriving at 5th.

My precious DJ is sitting in the bus stop with his overstuffed backpack. He threw it in the back seat, and sat on the front passenger side. I pulled a couple of facial tissues from the console and handed them to DJ. He wiped his eyes and face off and blew his nose. It looked like he had finally finished crying.

“OK, first off, this is supposed to be a dinner date,” I said, “Where would you like to eat?”

“No place. I’m not hungry.” This did not surprise me.

“Ok sweetheart, what’s happened? What in the fuck is going on? Spill it!”

“Doug, you’ve been so kind to me. This is the last time you’ll see me. I have to leave.”

“You can’t leave, DJ, you’re starting your new job Wednesday.”

“I’ll call Justin tomorrow, and tell him I can’t accept the job.”

We are pulling into my driveway. I’m glad we are home, it’s hard to drive with tears filling your eyes. I know I can’t let DJ just slide out of my life like this. Whatever is going on with DJ, I need to get to the bottom of it.

To be continued………….