DJ - 10. Chapter 10

From the tail end of Chapter 9

I was already asleep, and didn’t even hear the boys come in. They sat in the kitchen, munching the pizza and drinking Pepsi, both looking forward to what was planned to follow. Jamie rose from the table, his loose fitting jeans tented from anticipation.

“Jamie!” DJ exclaimed, grinning, “you’re hard already!”

“Yeah?” Jamie replied, chuckling,“ You better check yourself, boyfriend.”

DJ looked down where his own cock was trying to escape from his skinny jeans, and there was an obvious wet spot, about the size of a silver dollar where he had leaked precum already. Both boys laughed and headed toward their bedroom. Jamie went to the chest in the hallway and grabbed a towel, and headed back into the bedroom, closed the door and spread the towel on the bed. Both boys stripped, allowing their very hard erections to breathe.

Jamie, grinning, “Payback time!”

“Yeppers,” DJ stated, “Goodbye, virginity, it’s been good to know you!”

DJ climbed onto the bed, and Jamie slid open the little door, and retrieved the tube of KY. DJ’s looking forward to his first ass-fucking.

* * * * * *

DJ Chapter 10

“You want me on all fours?” DJ asked.

“No DJ, just lie on your back. I’m gonna start this a little differently.”

DJ was leaking a lot of precum, and there was a small puddle of it on his abdomen. Jamie bent over and licked up the puddle, than took DJ’s handsome cock and licked the precum from the head of it, and where some ran down the shaft.

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” DJ said.

“I am baby, I just didn’t want your tasty pre to go to waste. Pull your heels up, as close as you can, to your ass cheeks. Look like a frog,”

DJ, snickering, “Like this baby?”

“Just like that,” Jamie said, then, grabbing a pillow, “raise your ass up, and let me slide this pillow under your cheeks, yeah, that’s better. Gives me good access to your pussy.” That last word caused DJ to snort.

Jamie squeezed some of the lube onto DJ’s hole and started to push it in with his finger, starting to work DJ’s opening, then adding more lube, added a second finger.

“That’s cold, Jamie!”

“It won’t be, after I get in there.” Jamie squeezed a little more KY onto his middle and index fingers, and pushed them both into DJ’s opening, rolling them around, and stretching DJ’s hole. He then added a little more lube, and his ring finger. He is confident that DJ is prepared, and lubed up his rock hard prick, mixing the lube with his own precum.

“Are you ready baby?” Jamie asked.

“I—I—think so, Is this gonna hurt?”

“Probably a little, at first, I’m going to go in slow, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Jamie got up on the bed, and told DJ to raise his legs up and put them on his shoulders, as he shuffled his knees up to DJ’s butt, aligning the head of his cock with DJ’s opening. He pressed in a little, but DJ’s hole didn’t give.

“Relax, baby, let me push the head in, and I’ll give you some time to adjust.”

Jamie started to tickle DJ’s ribs, causing DJ to start laughing, and gave a push, and ‘pop’ the head of Jamie’s prick was through the sphincter ring.

“Ohhh!” DJ exclaimed, “That hurt, a little.”

“That’s the hardest part, getting the head through the sphincter ring, just relax and I’m going to gradually slide in a little further. I’m gonna push in about an inch, and let you adjust, then back out an inch and push in 2 inches, and in 4 or 5 minutes I’ll be all the way in.”

“Are you all in now?” DJ asked.

“No, I’ve still got a couple of inches to go. Am I hurting you?”

“No, not much anyway, it’s starting to feel kinda good.”

“I wish I had a chicken’s neck.”

“Why?”

“Cause I can see all that precum you’re streaming, and my neck is too short to reach down and lap it up, and if things go right, you’re gonna shoot, and my mouth won’t be there to catch it!

That made DJ laugh, and when he laughed, Jamie slammed all the way in.

“How much more to go, Jamie?”

“None, I’m all the way in. Are you saying you want more?”

“No, baby, I feel—I don’t know—full? I never dreamed that a cock up my ass could feel this good. Jamie, make love to me!”

“I’m trying to be easy on you, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can take a little more—friction, fuck me a little harder! Or faster!”

“I’m afraid to, DJ, if I go any faster I’m going to cum too quick! Your pussy’s got a hell of a tight hold on my cock, and it feels so fuckin’ good! Are you close?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Let me try and change the angle, I need to hit your prostate. DJ put a little more weight on my shoulders and try and raise your butt just a little.”

“Oh my god! Fuck! Jamie!”

“You ok?”

“You’re driving me crazy, baby! Slow it up, please!”

DJ is trying to slow Jamie up, by squeezing Jamie’s cock tighter, which is just going to cause Jamie to orgasm even quicker. Jamie’s is close and DJ is even closer.

“JAMIEEEEEEEEE! I’m done! I just creamed all over myself!”

“DJ! Squeeze your ass a little tighter just for a couple, OH YES, OH, I’m filling your pussy now, oh god, that feels so good, I’m still cumming! Whew! What a climax that was! I’ve never cum that hard before. I think I just shot about a quart of cum into you.”

“DJ, you can lower your legs now, I need to do something.”

“But Jamie, I don’t want you to pull out.”

“I’m deflating, a few minutes it’s going to fall out! I want my meal before it gets too cold and old.”

“Jamie, we ate all the pizza!”

“Not that meal,” Jamie pointed at DJ’s tummy, “this one!”

Jamie pulled out of DJ’s ass, changed position a little and was starting to clean all the cum from DJ’s chest and tummy, with his tongue.

DJ, chuckling, “You’re silly, Jamie.”

“I’ll admit, I’d rather have it warm and fresh from the spigot, but, hey.”

“Now I’m the one with an ass full of cum!”

“Just stuff the towel in your crack, and hold what you can, until you get to the toilet. If a little dribbles on the towel, it’s washable.”

DJ returned from the bathroom about five minutes later, Jamie went in and cleaned his cock and balls, and then both boys hit the sack, cuddled and kissed. DJ could taste his own cum in Jamie’s mouth.

“Jamie,” DJ spoke lovingly, “Thank you, that was awesome.”

“Thank you baby, it was good for me too. I guess we’ve broken the ice, on making love to each other.”

The two boys fell asleep, with arms around each other.

* * * * * *

It’s Saturday morning, Nov 11th and I woke up a little later than usual, after 10:00 AM. I went and started coffee brewing, and decided to shower while it was brewing. Of course it was done when I finished my shower, and shave. I was aware that neither of the young ones needed to be up early, so I drank my first cup alone.

About 11:15 I saw some signs of life, as DJ and Jamie both appeared, and sat down with me. Jamie had his typical morning glass of juice and DJ with coffee. The boys were frequently glancing at each other, and grinning. It made me wonder what they were up to.

“Guys,” I asked, “what are you two up to? Those grins on your faces give you away.”

Jamie replied, “It’s a Saturday, and we both always have to work, but we both got today off, and we’re going on a real date tonight. DJ is taking me to the Watering Hole.”

“It’s just ‘Water Hole’ without the I N G.” I responded, “Joe and I took DJ there, one night, and he had a blast. But going out doesn’t quite explain those grins, I feel there is something more.”

“Dad,” DJ said, “you know that chat we had Tuesday morning, before I went to work?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Well,” DJ said, placing his arm around Jamie’s shoulders, “we’re not virgins anymore.” Both boys were grinning.

“I think,” Jamie commented, “that it was a lot better, and more exciting, than either of us even imagined it could be. DJ busted my cherry Wednesday night, and I broke his last night.”

“I think,” I said, laughing, “Congratulations may be in order, that would classify you guys as legitimate love makers. So, how was it?”

“It was kinda messy,” DJ replied, “but awesome in other respects. I doubt it was a one time event!” Then, “Dad, we blew some huge loads!”

“I think you guys just graduated, from boys to men,” I said, smiling, “boys masturbate, men fuck!” The boys both laughed.

My phone rang, it was Joe.

“Hi baby,” I answered.

“Doug, I’ve got great news. This next week is my last on graveyard. The week starting next Sunday I’ll be on 3:00 to 11:00! I’ll be getting a new partner, probably one of the newer guys.”

“That great, Joe, I know the boys will be happy for us.”

“Did you make that purchase you wanted, for DJ’s birthday?”

“I did, but I can’t talk about it now, I’ll tell you later.”

“I think I understand, somebody’s too close to you, I’ll be getting a new captain, and I need to be certain I’m off on Thanksgiving Day. See you later. I love you baby.”

“I love you too, Joe, bye.”

“Dad,” DJ asked, “What’s happening?”

“I replied, smiling, “Next week is Joe’s last on graveyard, he’ll be going to 3 to 11 shift.”

“That’s cool, Dad, almost the same hours you work.”

“I know,” I said, smiling, “We’ll be able to spend most of our nights together, and sleep together. What do you two have planned for today?”

“This is so wild,” Jamie answered, “both of us having a Saturday off! We just told you, that we’re going on a real date tonight, to the Water Hole.”

“Yeah,” DJ commented, “I think we’re going to go do some shopping today. I’ve still got that gift card for Foot Locker, and I’m due for a new pair of sneaks.”

“There are a couple things I want to pick up, too,” Jamie added.

“I need to work my normal shift,” I said, “but don’t expect me to wait up for you tonight, I know you won’t be home until the wee hours! I hope you have a great time tonight.”

By the time we finished breakfast, and got dressed, it was about 1:00 PM when the boys left. It’s so incredible, the feeling of love, pride and respect that I have for both of these young men. Why did I have to wait so many years to experience fatherhood! I would love to have raised DJ from a baby, and his childhood would have been so much better and happier.

Jamie and DJ started their shopping journey at Target, and Jamie was looking through the selection of skinny jeans. He selected a pair of black ones, and went to the fitting room to try them on. They fit quite snug on his slender frame, and he looked really sexy.

“Jamie,” DJ said, “they make you look too sexy! I don’t want other guys, or girls, to be lusting for you.”

“DJ, do you really think I would leave you, for anyone else?” Jamie remarked, “If it makes them drool, let them drool, I’m getting them.”

Jamie then led DJ to the underwear section, and was looking through the selection of Boxer-Briefs.

“Baby,” DJ said, “those aren’t boxers.”

“I know,” Jamie said, “didn’t you hear me say, the other day, that I wasn’t going to buy any more boxers?”

“I didn’t think you were serious.”

“Well, I was, I need to try these.” He selected two six-packs of various colored boxer-briefs, and added them to his skinny jeans.

“Two six-packs, baby?”

“Yep, one to wear and one to share!” Jamie stated, grinning.

They then stepped over to the T-shirts, and DJ picked up a six-pack of plain white T-shirts, as his were getting quite old, and some had holes in them. Then they ended up at the pharmacy, where Jamie finally got a toothbrush, to have at DJ’s house, and some deodorant, and a bottle of personal lube. They both checked out, and carried their purchases to Jamie’s car, and drove to the mall.

Once at the mall, they were headed in the direction of Footlocker, and Jamie pulled DJ into a jewelry store. He asked the clerk if the store carried Pride rings, and was told they didn’t, and likely they would probably have to order something like that online. The jeweler was kind enough to measure their fingers, DJ would need size 10, and Jamie size 9.

They arrived at Footlocker, as both wanted to get some new sneakers. DJ found a pair of red Nike’s that he liked. They were $10 more than his gift card but he was willing to pay the difference. Jamie bought an identical pair, except that his were blue, and a size larger. Even though the two boys can wear each other’s clothes, Jamie evidently has larger feet. It has become apparent that DJ’s favorite color is red, and Jamie’s is blue.

They visited several clothing stores, as Jamie was looking for a blue polo shirt that would match his new blue sneakers, and he finally found one. After that the boys went to an eatery in the mall and enjoyed steak and cheese subs and some french-fries. It was nearly 5:00 PM when they arrived back at DJ’s house.

“Jamie,” DJ said, “It’s about an hour drive to the Water Hole, so we should probably leave here around 8:00 PM.”

“Cool,” Jamie answered, “That means we’ve got a couple hours to kill before we need to get ready. Let’s shuck these jeans, and relax on the bed for a while.”

Both boys stripped to their boxers, and lay together on the bed. Relaxing seemed not to be the priority, as they started to make out, both boys hands roaming over the other’s body and kissing passionately. Jamie slipped his hand inside DJ’s boxers and he wrapped his fingers around DJ’s hard cock.

“I want a snack!” Jamie exclaimed.

“I doubt I could cum again, we just both got off in a big way last night.”

“Let me try, baby,” Jamie insisted, as he shoved DJ’s boxers down and off.

Jamie adjusted his position, knelt between DJ’s legs and took DJ’s BBC into his mouth, and started nursing it. Jamie straddled one of DJ’s legs, lightly rubbing his erected and leaking cock, still inside his boxers, against DJ’s lower leg, while he worked DJ’s penis with his mouth and tongue. Jamie wants to taste his DJ’s juice, he loves the flavor of it.

Even before Jamie had DJ about to cum, he could feel his own climax approaching, and he tried to stop rubbing against DJ’s leg but his cock had other ideas. A few seconds later and his cock spewed a load of semen into his boxers, and just about a minute later he got his mouth filled with DJ’s delicious sperm.

“I feel cheated,” DJ remarked, as Jamie sucked out the last dribbles from DJ’s cock.

DJ whirled around on the bed, lowered Jamie’s cum soaked boxers, turning them inside out on Jamie’s thighs. He lowered his head, licking the cum from Jamie’s member and sucking the last few dribbles out of it, then licking what he could from Jamie’s boxers. He then shoved Jamie’s cum and precum soaked boxers off, tossing them on the floor.

The two naked boys then fell into another deep kiss, each tasting their own cum in each other’s mouth. They spent the next hour, just cuddling, kissing, and loving each other, their flaccid penises touching. The afterglow of their sex was simply exhilarating, and they both felt so comfortable. It was one of the more tender moments they had shared, actually it was an hour.

About 7:00 PM, DJ stated, “Baby, I hate to break this off, but if we’re going to make it to the Water Hole tonight, I think we’d better shower and get ready to leave.”

“DJ,” Jamie commented, tears clouding his eyes, “I can’t believe how much I love you, I just can’t imagine my life without you in it!”

“Jamie, I feel exactly the same. We need to thank Dad, for finding me, and loving me. Otherwise, we would never have met. Let’s get showered.”

The two boys hit the shower, washing and drying each other, and sharing an occasional kiss. They went back to the bedroom and Jamie opened one of the new packs of boxer-briefs, handing DJ a pair of red ones.

“I don’t know, Jamie, I’ve never worn boxer-briefs before.”

“Give them a try baby, you might like them.”

Jamie pulled on a pair of blue ones, and DJ pulled on the red ones, and they looked at each other. They agreed on two things, they were comfortable, and they made them both look sexier than boxers did. Jamie pulled on his new black skinny jeans, and blue polo shirt and new blue sneakers. DJ pulled on a pair of red skinny jeans, a white polo shirt and his new white sneakers.

They both stood in front of the mirror on DJ’s dresser and checked each other out.

“Do you know what I see, Jamie?”

“No, but I see one thing. With the boxer-briefs, your beautiful cock is not as noticeable, it’s not hanging down into your pant leg. What do you see?”

“I see two very sexy looking, handsome dudes. Let me get that gift card and we can get out of here, and on our way. You do have GPS on your phone?”

“I do, and I’ve already programmed ‘Water Hole’ into it.”

They climbed into Jamie’s car and headed out. GPS said the place was 52 minutes away, and they arrived there about 50 minutes later. When they were entering, the security dude, and cover charge collector asked their age and told them the policy had changed. They now used color-coded wristbands for guests. The under 21 year old guests were issued a red band, and of age guests received a green one.

He explained that it saved the servers and bartenders a lot of time, carding the guests, as they could tell, by the wristbands if a guest was legal to purchase alcohol or not. We card on entrance, and issue the appropriate color. DJ presented the gift certificate that Joe had given him, the security guy flipped it over and wrote ‘2 guests, $40’ on the back and let them in. They soon found an empty table, and secured it. The music was played by a Disk Jockey.

A server, approaching us, “Hi guys, I’m Chico, I’ll be your server tonight, can I get you something to drink?”

“What do you have?” Jamie asked.

“Pepsi, Mountain Dew, Dr. Pepper and Seven-up, and, of course, Iced Tea and coffee,” Chico answered, “Do you need menus?”

DJ, looking at Jamie, “2 Pepsi’s?” Jamie nodded.

“I haven’t seen you guys here before,” Chico stated, “You’re a little early, the band starts playing at Nine, 2 Pepsi’s, coming up.”

Chico returned about 5 minutes later with their drinks, 2 menus, and a little plastic tent that said ‘occupied’ on it.

Chico, placing the tent on our table, “This reserves your table, so no one will take it, should you decide to maybe hit the dance floor, or go to the rest room, or outside for a smoke. (Neither of us smokes) Are you gents ready to order?”

“I don’t think yet, a little later we’ll be hungry,” DJ answered.

Chico replied, “Okay, we serve food until midnight. I’ll be back to check on you in a few.”

DJ is wondering what the band will be like, and is dying to get Jamie on the dance floor. The dj is playing a variety of music, and the dance floor is empty, maybe everyone is waiting for the band? It’s 9:00 and the music stopped. A voice hit the microphone.

“Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, How is everyone tonight?”

There were a number of hoops and hollers, and it seemed all were ready.

“We’re happy to see you all tonight. We’re the ‘Country Ramblers’ and this is our first time playing here. We are a country band, but we can play a lot of other stuff too. Sometimes, we even import a song from across the big pond, and our opening song tonight is one of those. It’s from an Irish Boy Band, called Boyzone. It’s called ‘Who We Are’ and we hope you like it”

The band started playing and singing……….

We make mistakes
We rise again
We choose the road we shouldn't take

We bend the rules
We cross the line
It's just enough to feel alive

But it makes us who we are
Tonight,

“Jamie!” DJ exclaimed, “that’s a beat we can get down to, let’s dance!” DJ grabbed Jamie’s hand and led him to the dance floor. There were several other couples making their way to the floor also.

And the song continued………

Every battle, every scar
We are warriors
Hear us shouting from our hearts
This is who we are

We will travel near and far
For the thousand wars
Hear us screaming from our hearts
This is who we are
Aaaaare,
Aaaaare,
This is who we are

We play with fire
We laugh and cry
We taste the dark to see the light

We're wild and free
Without a clue
We put our trust in someone new

But it makes us who we are
Tonight,

Every battle, every scar
We are warriors
Hear us shouting from our hearts
This is who we are

We will travel near and far
For the thousand wars
Hear us screaming from our hearts
This is who we are
Aaaaare,
Aaaaare,
This is who we are

Every battle, every scar
We are warriors
Hear us shouting from our hearts
This is who we are

We will travel near and far
For the thousand wars
Hear us screaming from our hearts
This is who we are
Aaaaare,
Aaaaare,
This is who we are

Author’s note:
It’s on Youtube: Boyzone - Who We Are - Official Music Video
From the Album ‘BZ20’

When the band finished the song, there was cheering and clapping from every corner of the Water Hole. The lead singer spoke again.

“Thank you! Thank you!”

“Folks, the words in that song so closely represent a lot of what we, as a band, have experienced. We’re not famous, yet, but at least some people in this area of the state are familiar with the name ‘Country Ramblers’ and maybe someday we might even make it to Nashville.”

“Does anybody out there know how to Twist?”

A few hands rose, mostly from some of the older people in the crowd.

“Well, while you’re still in a ‘get down’ mood, we’re going to reach into the time machine a give you a classic, originally by Chubby Checker, back in the early days of Rock and Roll. If you don’t know how to twist, at least get out there and shake your booties, and maybe you younger folks can learn a new dance tonight. Here we go!”

They played their version of the classic, once again filling up the dance floor. By the time the song was finished, DJ and Jamie both knew how to twist, learning mostly from the older dancers. They were having fun. The song finished, and there was applause again.

“Thank you all! While we’re on this journey back in time, we’re going to reach in again, to our time machine. Something you rarely ever hear anymore is an instrumental, in other words, a song without vocals. Back in the late 50’s and through the 60’s, there is a song that was played at almost every high school dance and prom in the country. It was originally released by a guitar duo, Santo and Johnny, and has been covered by many, many recording artists, as well as many local bands. We’re going to slow the pace way down, grab your sweetheart and dream while you drift around the floor to ‘Sleepwalk’.”

“Come on DJ,” Jamie encouraged.

“Jamie, I don’t know how to slow dance.”

“It’s easy baby, just follow my lead, and move your feet to the music.”

Once the boys got on the dance floor, Jamie wrapped his arms around DJ, almost like a hug, and drew him close. DJ almost automatically followed suit, and they started slow dancing, swaying to the music, their faces touching, cheek to cheek. They were holding each other tightly, and could feel their cocks starting to press against each other. The only thing separating their penises was the fabric of their boxer-briefs and jeans.

“Jamie,” DJ spoke softly, “I’m getting—hard.”

“You’re not alone, baby, but it feels so—romantic. I love being close to you, like this. If this dance lasts too long we might both cream our jeans.”

The two boys danced the rest of the song, but they couldn’t resist grinding against each other, it felt so erotic and natural. They decided to take a break and returned to their table.

“Jamie, do you think anyone noticed—you know, our erections?”

“I doubt it. These boxer-briefs helped us hide them, cause ours were held straight up, toward our belly buttons, that also made it more fun to grind against yours. Check out that couple, I’ll bet they’re wearing boxers.”

DJ looked over at where Jamie was pointing and saw the couple about to sit down, with very obvious tents in their loose fitting jeans. Looking around, even a couple of the likely straight guys were tented.

Chico, refilling our Pepsis, “You guys ready to order?” he asked.

“I’m getting hungry, baby,” Jamie said.

DJ responded, grinning, “For some real food I hope!”

Chico, evidently getting the gist, “How long have you two been together?”

“We’re just friends!” DJ answered.

“Right!” Chico answered, “and I’ve got some ocean front property in Arizona I’d like to sell you. I’ve worked here for almost four years and I can spot boys that are in love in a heartbeat, girls too. I’ll be honest, my husband and I have been together for 5 years, we just got married about a year ago. Our anniversary is in 2 weeks.”

Jamie spoke, “Congratulations! We’ve been seeing each other for about 7 months. DJ, that super sampler platter looks good.”

“It is good,” DJ replied, “Joe ordered that for us, the time he brought us up here. Especially the shrimp skewers.”

“It’s a good choice,” Chico said, “It’s designed for sharing by two people, is that what you want to order?” Jamie nodded.

“Can we get extra shrimp skewers?” DJ asked.

“Sure, I think they’re like $3.00 each, is that ok?”

“Sure, Chico, with 2 extra shrimps.”

“I need to caution you,” Chico said, “They’re a little behind in the kitchen, it’ll be about 45 minutes, go ahead and catch some more dances.”

Jamie and DJ were about ready to hit the dance floor again when suddenly a couple walked up to their table, drinks in hand.

“DJ!, Jamie!” Chuck exclaimed. The three men shook hands. “Guys, I’d like you to meet my Girlfriend, Serena. Baby, these are two of my newest friends from College, DJ and Jamie. Can we sit with you for a few?”

DJ and Jamie both extended their hands to Serena

“Sure Chuck,” Jamie said, “There’s two extra chairs at this table that we’re not using.” Chuck and Serena sat down.

“Chuck,” Jamie said, “I’m rather surprised to see you here. You do know this is probably more of a gay club than straight?”

“Yeah, I know that, but you know us straight folks like to have fun too. We mostly are following the band, and we knew that they were playing here tonight.”

“Serena,” Chuck said, “I told you what happened at the pizza party a few weeks ago. I was almost willing to let a 7 year friendship dissolve that day, when I learned that Devon and Quentin were Bi.” Then, tearing up, “These two guys helped salvage that relationship. They may march to a different drumbeat, but they’re A-1 when it comes to compassion. There is no way I would ever not consider them friends.”

“Serena,” Jamie queried, “Are you Hispanic?”

“Just a little bit,” she smiled, “My parents are both Argentine, but I was born and raised here in the USA. I can speak Spanish fluently, but I was educated here, and even most of my childhood friends were American, so I’m really Bi-lingual.”

“Serena,” Chuck said, “Tell them about Fernando.”

“Are you sure Chuck?” Serena questioned.

“I think it’s safe,” Chuck said, “These guys can be trusted.”

“My little brother, Fernando, well, he’s only 14, and, like me he was born and educated here. He confided in me, about 2 or 3 months ago, that he likes boys, and he thinks he’s gay. Until the last few years, people like that were executed in my country. Even now, most people in my country consider gay and lesbian people as children of the devil.”

“Wow!” DJ exclaimed, “that’s heavy!”

“I’ve told Fernando, that he can’t tell Mama or Papa that. I’m scared what they might do, they’re still Argentine, and have the views of their native country. I don’t think they would try to kill him, but they might disown him, and kick him out of the house. He’s too young to be on his own.”

“Do you think he’s gay, Serena?” Jamie asked.

“He has all the indications. As I said, he’s 14, and has no interest at all in girls, and he showed me a magazine that a friend gave him, called Blueboy. He showed it to me, and it had pictures of naked men in it, some of them even had erections. It embarrassed me to even look. He pointed to one, and said he wished his penis looked like that. The man was circumcised. Like most Hispanic boys, Fernando is not circumcised. I made him give the book to me and I got rid of it, before Mama or Papa might ever find it. He cried, but I think he understood why I had to do it. I love my little brother very much, but I’m afraid for him.”

Chico brought our food and asked if we needed extra plates, We told him yes, please. We were willing to share with Chuck and Serena. Chuck then asked Chico to do another order like it, and put it on his tab. Chico placed the order and brought 2 extra plates for Serena and Chuck.

“Do you have a picture of him, Serena?” DJ asked.

“I do, in my phone, hold on. It’s quite recent.”

Serena showed Jamie and I the photo she had in her phone.

“Oh my god, he’s adorable!” DJ exclaimed, I want to hug him!”

“I can’t make any promises, Serena,” Jamie remarked, “my parents have a 4 bedroom house, with 2 spare rooms. If push comes to shove, I think I could convince them to take in a foster child. They’ve had experience raising one gay boy, for almost 20 years. They’re awesome parents, and have accepted me, their only child, and now my boyfriend. DJ and I regularly sleep together in their home, so they know a lot about gay boys. Tell Fernando, he has friends that he’s never met. We’re not about to let Fernando sleep on the streets. If anything serious happens with your parents and him, tell Chuck to get hold of one of us, OK?”

Serena rose from her chair, walked behind DJ and Jamie, and gave them both a hug. She thanked them for listening to her story. The first order had been devoured, and Chico brought the second one, that Chuck had ordered. We soon made history of that second order of food. All of us agreed that the food was really good.

Chuck, retrieving his phone from a pocket, “DJ, Jamie, can I have your numbers?”

“If it’s ok, I’d like to have them also,” Serena said.

Jamie said, “Chuck might get a little jealous if you’ve got other boys phone numbers in your contact list.”

Chuck, chuckling, “I know these guys, and I know what they’re NOT up to, so I don’t have a problem with you having their numbers. Serena, I haven’t known these guys very long, but they are two of the most real guys I know. Don’t get your hopes up, guys, I’m not about to join your club, but I’ll stand up for you, and support your club. You guys have the right to be yourselves, and I support that right.”

Chuck and Serena both saved DJ’s and Jamie’s phone numbers into their phones, and headed to the dance floor. DJ and Jamie also hit the dance floor. It was a real trip for Jamie, to be able to dance with his boyfriend, unabashedly and without shame. They were not the only gay couple there, as about two thirds of the floor was either two girls or two boys dancing together. It was a great and comfortable feeling.

With all the Pepsi they drank, the needed a bathroom break, and headed to the men’s room.

DJ commented, “I am kinda liking these boxer-briefs, but it takes longer to work your cock out of the fly, than with boxers.

“I suppose,” Jamie responded, “That could be a real disadvantage if you were about ready to spring a leak or you are erect!”

They did dance some of the faster songs, where they could really get down and boogie. Some folks seemed to enjoy just watching these two get down, of course this was a natural for DJ. They tried, really tried to slow dance without causing their penises to bump into each other, which caused them both to erect, against their will. They finally discovered that they could dance, using their hips as the main contact point below the waist, and didn’t allow their penises to make physical contact. A few times, they just stood on the floor and shared a romantic kiss. One of those times, a couple ladies that were right next to them told them how beautiful that kiss they shared looked.

The evening, and the boy’s date, was coming to an end. DJ had $60 left on the gift card, after he had paid the cover charge. When he settled the tab, the total on it was $67.00. He used the gift card for $60.00 of it and put the balance of $7.00, plus a $15.00 tip for Chico on his debit card.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the speakers blasted, “on behalf of myself and the Country Ramblers, I want to thank each and every one of you for being here tonight, and helping us get through this first time here at the Water Hole. You’ve been an amazing audience. I hope you guys might return again, if we’re invited to play here again.”

“I certainly hope that you enjoyed this event, half as much as we enjoyed performing for you. All good things must come to an end, and the clock, and the management, says it’s time to finish. Going into the time machine one more time, back to the 60’s, a song made popular by the late Mama Cass Elliot, who was for some of you unknown, she was one of the four members of The Mama’s and the Papa’s. Grab your loved one, and our last song and slow dance is ‘Dream a Little Dream of Me’”

Jamie and DJ were almost the first couple on the floor, but within seconds, the floor was full. They forgot about the probability of boners, and just held on to each other tightly, slowly drifting to the music. Neither of the boys was really leading, they just swayed to the music as one, lost in each other, and enjoying the closeness they were sharing. They were both sorry to see the evening end. Chuck and Serena danced close to them at one point, Chuck made a fist, and held a thumb up, smiling at DJ and Jamie as they passed each other.

Everybody was heading out towards their cars, and trying to get out to the main road. It took Jamie 15 minutes just to make their way out of the parking lot.

“Jamie, I think we should have used the restroom before we left.”

“Yeah, we did drink a lot of Pepsi, but we should be home in about 45 minutes,“ Jamie assured.

“45 minutes! My jeans and your car seat are going to be soaked before then. There is no way I can hold it that long. We need to stop somewhere, soon!”

“OK, DJ, I’ll find a spot to pull over, just be patient.”

“Jamie,” DJ cried, “my bladder is running out of patience! I’m gonna start leaking!”

“Just hold on a couple more minutes, baby.”

“I don’t think I have two minutes, I just lost a squirt in my pants!”

“DJ, go ahead and get ready, pull your dick out of your fly and underwear, and when I pull over, open the door, step out, and let it go.”

“OOOOOhhhhh, I don’t think I’ve ever had to go this bad!”

“I see a spot, DJ, just a couple hundred feet to go, but don’t step out until the car stops. I gotta go pretty bad myself.”

Jamie pulled the car to a stop, threw it in neutral, and pulled the parking brake on. DJ was already standing by the passenger door and draining. Jamie quickly walked around to the same side of the car, quickly worked his cock out and started to relieve himself.

“Jamie, taking a piss never felt this good before. I accidentally pissed on the inside of the door while I was getting out, I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure worse things than a little pee have been on that door before.

After the boys got their junk put away, Jamie turned DJ to face him, wrapped his arms around DJ and planted his lips on DJ’s, and DJ wrapped his arms around Jamie. They stood like that for about 5 minutes. There was literally no traffic on this secondary road, at nearly 2:00 AM on a Sunday morning. They got back into the car and drove on home.

DJ, as Jamie parked the car, “Would you believe I gotta piss again?”

“Try me,” Jamie answered, “Let’s water the grass in the back yard.”

Both released another good stream, put their junk away again and headed into the house, and right into their bedroom. Jamie observed that DJ’s crotch area of his red jeans was quite dark.

“DJ,” Jamie said, grinning, “Look in the mirror, and look down at your crotch.”

DJ, looking in the mirror, “Oh shit!”

Jamie, now chuckling, “DJ you can’t hide a wet crotch in those red jeans. You said you lost a squirt in your pants.”

“Well,” DJ explained, “I did, at first, and then more squirts kept pushing out behind it. Probably 8 or 10 squirts.”

“I guess, down the line, we’ll remember this as the night DJ peed his pants.”

“I think I’d rather just not remember it!” DJ replied, I need to wash my crotch, before we go to bed.”

DJ washed up, both boys brushed their teeth, and they cuddled up in bed.

“Jamie,” DJ spoke softly, “I just can’t help thinking about Fernando.”

“He’s haunting you too?” Jamie said, “I was fortunate, I think I was 14 when I came out to Mom and Dad. Mom accepted me instantly, it took Dad a couple of weeks, but he came around. He said he wasn’t excited about it, but that he still loved me. I think I feel like Serena, I fear for Fernando’s safety, and I don’t even know the kid.”

“Those are the kind of situations that cause so many gay teens to, you know—I would hate to think that Fernando could become a statistic. At that age, those kids really have no one to reach out to—it makes me want to cry. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Jamie, what did you think about the Water Hole?”

“That place was cool, we need to go back again,” Jamie responded, “I never realized the music from a country band could be so danceable. When they played ‘sleepwalk’ and we were dancing to it, It felt like we were dancing in heaven, it was so romantic!”

“Jamie, if you had told me I was going to be dancing to country music, I would have told you there was no way. But I still had a blast. I actually liked the old songs they played. Those were definitely from an earlier time, but cool at the same time.”

“DJ, we need to get on you-tube and check out some of that older music, and I’d like to check out that Irish group, Boyzone, too. I’m tired and happy. We’ll probably sleep until noon today, cause it’s already 3:00 AM.”

The two young men snuggled up and very soon drifted off, to ‘Dream a Little Dream’ of each other.

* * * * * *

Sunday morning, November 12, at about 11:30AM, Jamie woke up and looked over at his sleeping boyfriend. A warm feeling of pure love for this young man swept over him, and he was feeling so fortunate that fate had brought them together. Jamie really can’t imagine life without DJ in it.

Jamie gently placed his hand on DJ’s belly, and softly caressed it, running his hand down and feeling DJ’s morning wood, matching his own. DJ opened his eyes, and looked back at his lover, a smile came over his face. It’s too bad the rest of the world can’t have the love that these two share.

“Baby,” DJ said, “I gotta pee, have you already gone?”

“Not yet, but I need to, before I piss the bed.”

DJ, snickering, “I’ll bet you don’t have to go as bad as I did last night!”

“Probably not, I’m not squirting yet.”

The two rose from the bed, went into the bathroom and drained, and then returned to the bed to cuddle for a while.

“DJ,” Jamie asked, “how old were you when you came out?”

DJ, thinking, “I’ve never really come out. I never actually realized I even was gay, until after I met Dad.”

“You never had any gay experiences, like back in school, or before you met Dad?”

“Jamie, you know I spent my last year of high school in a Military Academy. They had open showers, sometimes as many as 8 boys would shower at the same time. We were all teenagers, mostly between about 14 and 18. Sometimes guys would horse around, batting or squeezing other boy’s cocks, or slapping asses, and some of us would get erections.”

“Sometimes 3, 4 or 5 of us would have like a circle jerk, sometimes a contest to see who could cum the fastest, or the most. We’d jack ourselves off, and shoot our loads on the floor and let the water carry it away. None of us ever thought of it as gay, it was just something that teen boys do, and it was fun. I do remember that seeing some of the others cocks did make me get hard. Sometimes I felt like I wanted to play with some of their cocks, but I never dared to suggest doing anything like that. That would have labeled me as a queer or faggot.”

“So, who was the first boy, or man that you ever kissed, or sucked off?”

DJ, grinning, “They were the same guy, some dude named Jamie Seldon!”

“You mean,” Jamie replied, “I was the first boy you ever kissed?”

“Actually, you kissed me, the first kiss we ever shared, it seems like yesterday, and I swear, I saw fireworks that night! I love when we kiss, it’s almost as good as sex!”

Jamie, snickering, “Sometimes those kisses lead to sex. It’s hard for me to not get hard whenever we kiss, especially when our tongues touch!”

“Maybe, baby, we should get up and greet the day, it’s almost 1:00 PM,” DJ said, “We do have to work today, but I’d rather just lay here with you all day!”

The boys wandered into the kitchen, and I came out from the den, where I had been checking Facebook on the computer. I had been up since before 10:00 AM and I told DJ the coffee was likely pretty old and strong. He elected to just have some juice with Jamie. I offered to cook the boys some breakfast, and they accepted. I asked them how their date went last night.

While I was fixing their breakfast, they told me of their experience at the Water Hole, in detail. I knew, from the excitement in their voices, that they had a great time last night. They mentioned how they enjoyed dancing to some of the older songs that the band had played. It was from an era of music they had never been exposed to. Just before I was ready to break some eggs into the pan, I shoved the pan off the burner.

“Guys, come with me.” I stated, as I led them into the den. I opened up two pairs of bi-fold doors, exposing 3 shelves full of CD’s, over 400 of them. I had placed labels on the shelves, ‘1960’s, 1970’s, 1980’s, and ‘Collections’.

“Dad!” DJ exclaimed, “I didn’t know you had all these. Does that CD player work?”

“It should, I haven’t used it for a while.”

“Do you have ‘sleepwalk’?”

Reaching to the ‘Collections’ I retrieved a CD called ‘Prom Hits of the 60’s’ and handed it to DJ. He looked at the song titles and smiled. I returned to the kitchen to finish cooking their breakfasts. After about one minute I heard the introductory sounds of ‘sleepwalk’ playing. After cracking the eggs into the pan, I glanced into the den, and smiled at the boys slow dancing, arms around each other, lip to lip and cock to cock! The view warmed my heart. The song ended, and they repeated it. It brought ‘happy tears’ to my eyes, watching these two young men so much in love.

I interrupted them at the end of their dance, with “BREAKFAST IS SERVED!”

DJ started the CD playing again, from the beginning. I couldn’t help but grin, as the two came into the kitchen, holding hands and neither one of them were even trying to hide their very obvious boners that were sticking straight out from their loins. Oh, the innocence of youth!

We all sat together, while the boys ate their breakfast, considering the time, it was more likely brunch. I’m going to have to leave soon, as I have to be at work at 3:00 PM and the boys are both due at 4:00, and scheduled until 9:00 PM.

DJ, with suddenly a very serious expression, “Dad, we learned something else last night, that has both of us concerned.”

DJ and Jamie took turns, explaining the ‘Fernando’ situation, which may or may not be a concern, depending on how the story plays out, and what, if anything, his parents may do.

“I understand your concern,” I stated, “but there is really nothing we can do, until there is an adverse action by his parents. It would be like someone saying Jamie’s car should be impounded, because it might hit and kill someone. We can’t go and rescue Fernando, or we’d all be in jail for kidnapping!”

“It would seem,” Jamie commented, “that since Fernando feels like he is gay, that other gay people, like us, could give him support that he needs.”

“Unfortunately, Child Protective Services, CPS, looks at things from a different perspective. They believe that a child brought into an environment where homosexuals are present, might tend to influence the child. At only age 14, even if Fernando is gay, he is still considered a child. Even if Carl and Karen are willing to take on a foster son, CPS would likely not accept them as foster parents, because Jamie is gay, and still lives in the home.”

“That sucks!” Jamie exclaimed, “Don’t they know that gay people are born that way? I’ve never known a gay person that chose to be gay, it’s just how we are. And I’ve never converted a straight boy to become gay.”

“I agree, Jamie, 100%” I said, “CPS may not be very intelligent, but they are a government agency, and they yield a lot of power. We can really not take any action to help Fernando, until, or unless his parents do something radical. I would hope, that if they do anything, that it won’t end up a tragedy. I need to leave, or I’ll be late for work. See you later.”

I intentionally arrived at work about 15 minutes early, knowing DJ would be in at 4:00. I had some shopping, (Birthday Cards,) I needed to do before DJ got there. I picked out a very nice special Birthday Card for a Special Son from a father and a nice card to use for Clay’s special gift.

Back home:

“Jamie, it seems like we could rescue Fernando, just like Dad and Joe rescued me.”

“There’s a big difference, DJ, you were 19, and considered an adult, Fernando is still a 14 year old child. Do you think we need to shower and get ready for work?”

Jamie is thinking. Anthony and Maria have never had any children, gay or straight. He is wondering if maybe, just maybe, they might be interested in becoming foster parents to a beautiful and handsome Argentine boy. Some time, when business is slow, he will talk to them, and get their response.

The two boys showered together, shaved, dressed in their work clothes, grabbed their backpacks and headed to work. Jamie also bagged up his new black skinny jeans, and the other 6-pack of boxer-briefs to take to his house, as he wanted to wear the new jeans to school Monday. It’s Sunday night and they will be spending the night at Jamie’s house, and going to class from there Monday morning. Likely they will share the ‘Fernando’ story with Karen and Carl, if not tonight, sometime in the near future.

DJ and I both clocked out at 9:00 PM, and I gave DJ my usual loving, fatherly hug, and he affectionately kissed me, on the lips.

Justin, grinning, “It doesn’t bother me at all, to see you guys share a loving kiss, but please don’t ever do that in front of our customers, they just might not understand. Goodnight men, I’ll see you tomorrow, Doug, and DJ, Tuesday morning at 10:00”

As I walked out to my car, I noticed that the pizzeria was dark, and the sign turned off. Jamie drove up, and hollered a ‘goodnight Dad’ out of his window, DJ got in and they took off. I understand that Karen and Carl like having the boys around, but somehow I feel so damn lonely when my boys are not home with me. It won’t be quite so lonely after Joe moves in. I’m wondering how I managed all those years of living alone in my house, and I think I actually still have my sanity. I don’t want to ever live alone again!

Jamie and DJ arrived home to the Seldon house about 9:20 PM. They greeted Mom and Dad, who were both watching a TV program, and slipped into their room, stripped to their boxer-briefs, and fired up the play station. They played games until after midnight, then brushed their teeth and went back to their room, dropped their undies on the floor and crawled into the bed. After a few minutes of making out, they were both hard, but decided to just ignore that fact and soon ended up in dreamland.

Monday morning, Nov 13th, the boys awoke to Jamie’s alarm at 8:00 AM. They got up, pulled on their boxer-briefs, and headed to the bathroom together to relieve the pressure from their bladders. Since they had both showered just before going to work yesterday, and hadn’t done anything to really need showering, they decided to skip showers this morning, and just headed into the kitchen.

Karen and Carl were sitting, having coffee as usual, when DJ and Jamie joined them and sat down at the table. Carl did a double take, as he noticed something different.

“Guys,” Carl said, “stand back up a minute, please.” Then, looking them up and down, “I’m far from gay, but I swear you guys look more—attractive maybe is the right word, with those boxer-briefs, What’d you think, Karen?”

“I think they’d better cover up better on campus or they’ll have every girl on campus chasing them, they look—hot!” She laughed.

“At least,” Carl said, chuckling, “I don’t think they’ll be losing something out of their fly’s, like Jamie did last week.” Jamie’s face turned pink.

“This is the last full week of classes, before Thanksgiving break,” DJ stated, “then on Thanksgiving week, we only have classes on Monday, some will have classes on Tuesday, and the school will be shut down from Wednesday through Sunday.”

“You guys need a break,” Carl stated, “Jamie, can I see you a minute?” and walked into the living room. Jamie followed.

Carl, in a low voice, “DJ’s gift arrived Friday, keep it hush.”

“What did you get him?”

“The PS 3 console, with two controllers.” Jamie smiled.

Jamie, as he returned to the table, “Thanks Dad, but you didn’t embarrass me that much!” (Nice cover-up Jamie)

Shortly after, the boys took off for school. Jamie plans to go to the mall on Tuesday, while DJ is working his day shift as he want’s to get DJ some games for his birthday, to go with the play station.

(to be continued……)