DJ - 12. Chapter 12

It’s Friday evening, November 24th, Jamie has to work until 11:00 PM and DJ and I both get off at 9:00. Typically DJ would go to the pizzeria on a Friday night to wait for Jamie to get off, but, for the first time, DJ drove his Tracker to work so has no need for a ride home with anyone. He has a new independence!

When the store closed at 9:00 PM, DJ and I both clocked out, and then Justin locked the door and followed us out.

“Justin!” DJ asked, “Did you see my new ride? I drove it today.”

“No, I didn’t see it yet,” Justin replied, “Let’s check it out.”

DJ led Justin over to where he had parked the Tracker, and was beaming as he showed both the outside and the inside to Justin.

“DJ,” Justin spoke, “you just became a more valuable asset to the store. Having your own transportation, you’ll not be dependent on others to get to and from work. If you’re needed to come in on an off day, or come in early, you can. If your Dad is sick or otherwise not able to work, you can make deliveries, and it’s a 4-wheel drive, in case of snow, you could make deliveries where other’s might not be able to go.”

“Yeah,” DJ answered, dejectedly, “if the store is even here. I overheard a couple of the girls, they said the store might close.”

“DJ,” Justin said, his hands on DJ’s shoulders, “those are just rumors, we’re not closing, and your position is secure. We are going to go through some changes, I’ll explain Monday night. It’s actually good news.”

DJ’s phone rang, and it was Jamie.

“Hi baby, what’s up?”

“I can see from here that you haven’t left yet, I can spot that orange Tracker from inside the pizzeria. Would you like me to bring a pizza home when I get off?”

“Sure, I’m a little hungry now, but in 2 hours I’ll be starved!”

“Do you think Dad will still be up?”

“Yep, Joe will be getting off at 11:00 and I know Dad will wait for him to get home before he goes to bed. Better make it an Extra Large, and Dad can let Joe know we have it coming, no green peppers or anchovies.”

Jamie, chuckling, “I know that, baby, see you about 11:30.”

I was home about 10 minutes ahead of DJ, and saw DJ’s lights when he pulled into the drive, and parked behind Joe’s car. I was scanning the fridge, trying to find something I could fix in a hurry for us, and for Joe, when he gets home.

DJ, coming in the back door, “Dad, Jamie’s bringing an Extra Large pizza when he comes, to feed all of us. Please call Joe and let him know.”

“DJ! You can call Joe yourself and let him know, you should have his number in your phone.” DJ saved Joe’s number in his phone many months ago, right after Joe rescued him, but had never needed to call him. He placed the call.

“Hello?” Joe answered, not recognizing the number.

“Joe? This is DJ.”

“DJ! Is anything wrong?” Joe is on high alert, having never received a call from DJ before.

“Oh, no, Dad, nothing is wrong and everything’s right, I just wanted to let you know that Jamie is bringing an Extra Large pizza home, to feed us all tonight.”

“Why, thank you, Son, I should be home around 11:00.”

“See you then, Dad, I love you!” DJ hung up.

Mike, noting tears escaping Joe’s eyes, “Joe, is something wrong?”

Joe, shaking his head, “DJ just called me ‘Dad’ and it just felt so wonderful, and natural.”

“You really have a lot of love for that young man, don’t you.”

“Mike, I’m a lot like Doug, I’ve never been married, so I never had children, and DJ has become my son too. Come January 14th, DJ will be my step-son, and I couldn’t love him any more than I do!”

“Joe, I have limited exposure to gay oriented relationships, but even I can feel the magnitude of love that is present in your home.”

“Thanks, Mike,” pointing to his own eyes, “sorry, sometimes my emotions get a little liquid.”

“I’ve always believed that people that never show any emotions are somehow born without a heart, and you have a beautiful heart.”

It’s about 10:00 PM, DJ and I are sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Joe and Jamie to arrive. We had been discussing the ‘Mandatory Meeting’ but of course could not determine a reason.

“Dad,” DJ spoke, “I’m going to need your help. Next Monday, December 4th is the Rainbow Alliance’s Christmas Party. I volunteered to bring a big bowl of potato salad, but I have no idea how to make it.”

I answered, smiling, “Not a big problem, Son, I can make it for you.”

“Jamie’s mom offered to make it, and I told her, like I’m telling you, I want to make it myself. I am asking you to guide me, like you did for the pot roast, but I want to do all the work myself.”

“How many kids are expected for the party?” I asked.

“If everyone shows, there are about 50 of us. Gerry works at Subway, and she said that she could likely get us a good deal on some of those yard long party subs. We collected $160 and gave it to her to buy subs, and most of the rest is potluck, whatever people want to bring and share.”

“The club has really grown. I guess that membership drive paid off. We’ll need to make the salad on Sunday, so you can take it with you Monday when you go to classes. If it’s cool, you can likely leave it in your car during the day, but if it’s warm, it may be better to leave it here in the fridge and make a trip back to pick it up before party time. I’ll make you a grocery list of what you’ll need to buy.”

“Thanks, Dad, you know I appreciate everything you do for me.”

“You’re very welcome Son, I think Joe is here, I just heard a car door slam.”

Joe walked in the back door and immediately stepped over to DJ, hugged him and kissed him softly on the forehead. Then he came to me, and kissed me lovingly on the lips and I responded likewise. He then sat on his chair, between DJ and me. We seem to have unintentionally claimed certain seats at the table. I normally sit at the end closest to the stove, DJ on the opposite end toward the bedrooms, Joe on the long side toward the den and Jamie on the long side toward the back door.

“DJ,” Joe asked, “do you have anything planned for tomorrow?”

“I’m working 2 to 9, why?”

“I thought maybe we could take the Tracker to my apartment, and pick up that table for you, and my computer desk. It shouldn’t take us more than an hour.”

“Sure, Dad, we probably could do that right after breakfast.”

“Doug,” Joe asked, “can we set up my computer in our bedroom?”

“I don’t know why not,” I answered, “but we’ll have to run a cable line in there.”

“I can do that,” Joe replied, “We’ll need it anyway, to connect to the TV.”

Jamie arrived about 11:20 with the pizza, which we all enjoyed together. I was elated, the feeling of our family finally coming together, and doing things like any normal family was astounding. Even those nights when DJ was at Jamie’s would be more tolerable, because my Joe was now living here with me.

DJ told Jamie about going to Joe’s apartment in the morning. Jamie informed us that Anthony wanted him in at noon to help with a Birthday Party in the party room, but he would get off about 9:00, and one of the other servers would close at 11:00.

It seemed everyone except me was going to have a busier than normal Saturday. Joe and I picked up the Pepsi glasses and cleaned off the table, the boys had already gone to their room.

Joe and I also retired to our bedroom. I’d been up early, and having been in the habit of going to bed around 10:00, but it was well past midnight, I cuddled up in Joe’s warm arms, and I think we were both asleep within about 10 minutes.

“Jamie, tomorrow night is Saturday, and we both get off at 9:00 PM. I still have those tickets for the Cinema, let’s take in a late night movie after work.”

“Gee, I don’t know baby,” Jamie giggled, “that’s two dates in a month, we might get spoiled! I like the idea, though, let’s do it!”

The two boys shared a passionate kiss, cuddled together and soon were in slumber land.

On Saturday morning, November 25th, Jamie had his alarm set for 9:30 AM, but woke up at about 8:30 with a need for the bathroom, and could feel DJ’s morning wood pressing against his hip. Just thinking about DJ’s beautiful cock caused Jamie to suddenly have a hunger for it. (When doesn’t Jamie have a hunger for it?) Jamie spun his body around and quietly pushed his head under the sheet, taking that lovely penis into his mouth.

DJ, waking a little, “Jamie, are you taking advantage of a sleeping man?”

Pulling his mouth off, “Maybe baby, do you want me to stop?”

“Not now! It feels too good!”

Jamie covered DJ’s cock back up with his mouth. DJ wasn’t in a position to return the favor, but wrapped his fingers around Jamie’s throbbing cock, playing with the precum streaming out of it, and lightly stroking it.

“DJ,” Jamie spoke softly,” If you don’t stop there is going to be a mess on the sheets!” DJ didn’t stop, he wanted to get Jamie off, and a little mess on the sheets was of little concern.

“Jamie, I’m getting awfully close,” DJ gasped, “I’m gonna shoot!”

Jamie tightened his lips around DJ’s cock, anticipating the thrill of feeling DJ’s load of tasty semen spurting into his own mouth and throat. When DJ came, it triggered Jamie to also come to orgasm. DJ tried to catch most of it in his hand, and threw off the top sheet and blanket with his other hand. Jamie sucked DJ dry.

After licking his hand clean, DJ spun around and took Jamie’s tool into his mouth, sucked it dry and licked it clean. The two boys then sat up on the bed. Jamie pointed to a rope of his cum on the sheet that had over shot DJ’s hand, and both boys laughed. DJ slid off the bed, got a couple of tissues from the box on the dresser, and wiped up most of it, leaving just a little wetness.

“Problem solved!” DJ exclaimed, “that little bit of wetness will be completely dry by the time we go to bed tonight.” Jamie grinned.

Both boys went to the bathroom and peed together, then made their way to the kitchen. They were the only ones up, so far, and DJ started a full pot of coffee brewing, then got the creamer out of the fridge and set it on the table. About 10:30 Jamie saw us oldsters head into the bathroom together.

A few minutes later both Joe and I came to the table. Joe grabbed two mugs from the cupboard while I placed a towel on my chair and sat down on it. Joe poured our mugs of coffee and sat in his chair. The boys looked at us suspiciously.

“Dad,” DJ questioned, “what’s with the towel?”

“Just a little precaution, Son,” I answered.

“Daddy Joe,” DJ questioned, grinning, “Have you been fucking my Dad?”

Joe, smirking, “I don’t kiss and tell!”

Jamie, grinning, “DJ, look at Joe’s face, he doesn’t have to admit a thing, He’s guilty as hell!” We all laughed, but I could feel that my face was flushed.

DJ, snickering, “It’s OK, Dad’s, if it feels good, do it!” (Note the plural on ‘Dad’s’)

DJ, rising and donning the apron, “I’m going to start some breakfast cooking. Jamie has to be to work by noon, and Joe and I have to pick up some things from his apartment. I think all three of us are working at 3:00 PM today.”

DJ has developed so much confidence. He cooked us all bacon and eggs, with toast and orange juice. He didn’t break a single yolk. It feels so remarkably wonderful, to have our little family complete. Depending on where the boys spend the night, we either have all four of us, or sometimes just Joe and myself. Either way it sure beats being alone, as I was for so many years.

After breakfast, Jamie excused himself and left the table to get dressed for work, and left about 11:30 for the pizzeria. I told DJ I would be happy to take care of the dishes, as he and Joe needed to take care of retrieving those things from Joe’s, soon to be vacated, apartment. Joe and DJ left the house about noon, and I took care of cleaning up the kitchen and did up the dishes.

Joe and DJ returned about 1:00, unloaded the table and computer desk from the Tracker and brought them in, along with Joe’s computer and laser printer. About 1:30 DJ left for work, I left about 2:30, leaving Joe alone. Mike would be picking him up about 3:00 PM.

Jamie, DJ and I all got off work that Saturday night at 9:00 PM. The boys told me they were going to grab some chow at Chipotle, then going to the Cinema for a late movie, and wouldn’t be home until late. I went home and fixed some spaghetti sauce with meat, planning to cook up some pasta for Joe and I when he got home, about 11:00 PM.

While I was cooking the spaghetti sauce, it came over me that we have become a very typical American family, two loving parents, with two teenagers, a family of four. Each family member with their own duties, and functions, but all loved by each other. The only thing lacking is that the parents aren’t married yet, but that will happen soon, on January 14th.

Sunday, November 26th was pretty normal. The boys slept in a little later that usual, as they came in rather late the night before. I have come to dislike Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday nights because I know the boys will not be sleeping here, but at least Joe will be here so I will not be completely alone.

When the boys left for work, both scheduled for 3-9, DJ also took his clothes for school. They left Jamie’s car here, and DJ drove them, and they would be spending Sunday night at Jamie’s house.

DJ had suggested, while they were leaving the shopping center, that they go by WAWA and pick up subs. Jamie told DJ that his Mom was fixing them some food, so DJ drove them straight to the Seldon’s home. Carl was watching TV, and Karen was in the kitchen, making cold turkey sandwiches, when the boys arrived.

As soon as the boys came in the kitchen door, they both walked over to Karen, giving her a warm hug and loving kiss, on the lips. She has gotten used to DJ now kissing her on the lips, in fact, she looks forward to it. Carl left the TV, and came into the kitchen and gave both boys a warm hug.

“Dad, Mom,” Jamie announced, “Come and check out DJ’s new ride!”

Karen and Carl both put on jackets and followed the boys outside. DJ proudly showed them the outside and inside of the Tracker. He started it up, so Carl could hear it purr.

“Where is your car, Jamie?” Carl asked.

“At DJ’s house, DJ drove today, and he want’s to show it off at school tomorrow,” Jamie answered, smiling.

Carl, hand on the steering wheel, “May I?” indicating he wanted to take it for a spin.

“Go ahead, Dad,” DJ answered, grinning.

Carl turned it around, and headed out of the driveway, while Karen and the boys watched. Carl drove back in about 6 or 7 minutes later, parked it, and turned off the engine. He got out, smiling, and handed the keys back to DJ. I think the feeling of driving it caused a bit of ‘youngness’ to overtake Carl’s mind.

“It handles beautifully,” Carl stated, “and it’s a pleasure to drive, Jamie, I think you picked out a solid ride for your boyfriend. It looks good, runs good, and feels good.”

“Thanks, Dad!” Jamie replied, smiling at the complement.

DJ grabbed his school clothes out of the Tracker, and they all headed back into the house. DJ and Jamie settled at the table, and started to devour the sandwiches.

“You guys lucked out,” Karen stated, smiling, “there just happens to be two slices of pecan pie left, with DJ’s and Jamie’s names on them. I kinda saved them for you.”

“Thanks, Mom,” DJ remarked, “homemade pecan pie is hard to find just anywhere!”

Karen pulled out the two dessert plates, sprayed on some Ready-whip, and set them in front of the boys. It was a perfect ending. The two boys consider themselves very fortunate, to be part of not just one, but two very loving families. So many young people don’t even have one family that is as loving as the families that these two boys have.

Joe just walked in as I was pouring the spaghetti noodles into a strainer. I divided the noodles between two pasta plates and smothered them with sauce. Our dinner is ready. Before sitting down, Joe hugged me from behind, and told me how much he loves me. We were just finished eating and his phone rang.

“Hi Mom, are you OK?”

Phone: “Joe, I received that photo you sent me. DJ is certainly a handsome young man, I just want to hug him and kiss him. I noticed your return address is different. Did you move?”

“I’m in the process, Mom. You may not approve, as we’re not getting married until January 14th. My lease expires in four more days, so I am moving in with Doug and DJ now. That address on the photo will be my address from now on.”

Phone: “It’s ok honey, I understand, I’m so anxious to meet my son-in-law and my grandson, I can hardly wait. Are you and Doug planning a honeymoon?”

“We are, Mom, we’re getting married on Sunday, the 14th, then flying to Miami on Monday, and boarding a cruise to the Bahamas on Tuesday morning, for 5 days. We’ll be returning to Miami on Saturday night, then coming home. We’re both so happy, Mom.”

Phone: “Who’s going to watch over DJ while you’re gone?”

“I think the boys will be fine on their own for a few days, they’re both going to be twenty by then. DJ birthday was on Thanksgiving Day, and we surprised the heck out of him! And Jamie will be 20 on Christmas Day.”

Phone: “Boys? I thought Doug had adopted just one?”

Joe, chuckling, “Well, Mom, it’s like having two sons. Jamie is DJ’s boyfriend. They’ve been seeing each other for about 7 months, and they are like Siamese twins. They are taking the same classes at Community College, they eat together, shower together, sleep together, but they don’t work together. They are both exceptional young men, and we love them both very much.”

Phone: “Sounds like a right cozy household, so evidently DJ is buttered the same way as you and Doug?”

“Yeah, Mom, we may have a rather unique family, but you won’t find a family anywhere that shares more love than we do. DJ has never had a grandparent that he knew, and he wants very much to get to know you.”

Phone: “Joe, I don’t want to impose too much, but, I don’t really want to just come for the wedding, and head right back home. I’d like to hang around for a few days, and get to know my grandson, and his boyfriend, and my son in law too.”

“I have an idea, Mom, let me check on some options, and maybe you can visit us for a couple of weeks. Let me get back with you, OK?”

Phone: “OK son, and please give my love to Doug and DJ for me. I’ll let you go for now, and I’ll be looking for your answer. I love you, Sweetie.” She hung up.

“That was my Mother, Doug,” Joe explained.

Doug, chuckling, “Really, who else do you call ‘Mom’, You sure piled a lot of information on her plate, do you think she can handle it?”

“Yeah, my Mom is pretty strong, and her heart is full of love, like yours, baby. I need to talk to Carl and Karen. Karen is a stay at home mother and wife, and I’m just wondering if they might like to have a houseguest for a week or two. I’m pretty certain they have at least one spare bedroom. I wouldn’t feel comfortable putting her up in a hotel room, all by herself.”

“Neither would I,” I agreed, “She could stay in our room, while we are on our honeymoon, and the boys would be around to watch over her. The boys could stay here every night for that week.”

“Our wedding is still over six weeks away,” Joe mentioned, “So we have some time to make plans.”

I picked up the dishes and rinsed them off, Joe and I retired soon after, cuddled up and fell asleep. It was Sunday night, so the boys were at Jamie’s for the night, and would be going to school from there on Monday morning.

* * * * * *

Monday morning, November 27th was a typical school morning, Jamie and DJ were enjoying Karen’s freshly prepared French Toast, with real Maple Syrup, and bacon.

“Is today the club’s Christmas Party?” Karen asked.

“No Mom,” Jamie replied, “That’s next Monday, the 4th.”

“This Sunday Dad’s going to guide me to make that potato salad, but I’m going to do all the work,” DJ stated, smiling.

“Are you planning to take anything, Jamie, something maybe I could prepare for you?”

“I hadn’t, but I probably should, Mom, could you maybe bake up a big batch of those chewy fudge brownies? The kids would love them!”

“You know I’ll be happy to, Jamie.” Karen responded, smiling.

DJ drove them to campus that Monday morning in his Tracker, and they spotted Matt, just getting out of his car. Matt didn’t notice them, not being used to seeing the Tracker.

“Hey, Matt!” DJ hollered. Matt stopped, and turned toward them and smiled. Both DJ and Jamie gave Matt a warm tight hug.

All three of them returned to the Tracker and gave it a once over, and were joined by Phil and Bryan, also giving it a close look.

“Who belongs to this?” Bryan asked.

DJ, smiling proudly, “This is my birthday present from Dad! Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful, DJ, when was your birthday?” Phil asked.

“Jamie responded, grinning, “It was Thanksgiving Day, and we shocked the hell out of DJ with a surprise party!”

Phil and Bryan both hugged DJ, and wished him a Happy Belated Birthday, Matt and Jamie told Phil and Bryan all about the party, as all five of them walked toward the main entrance. Their classes this week were mostly review, as semester finals were next week. All of these boys need to register this week for the spring semester, which will begin on January 15th.

DJ and Jamie decided, since this was Monday, and neither of them was scheduled to work, they would register after their English class that ended at 2:50 PM. At lunchtime they scheduled an appointment with their counselor at 3:00 PM, to find out what classes they needed next.

When they arrived for their appointment, she had already printed off their grades, up to this point, (which were all A’s and B’s) although they still had to do their finals. She recommended English 101, Algebra 1, Intro to Computer Software, and Economics 1, and a Phys Ed class. When she mentioned a Physical Education class, both boys looked at each other, and she told them that 2 Phys Ed classes were required, in order to achieve their associate degrees, but they are usually fun classes.

After checking out the class schedules, they elected to take Algebra 1 MWF at 9, Eng 101 MWF at 10, Comp SW, MWF at 11 and a Computer lab Thur morning from 9-12, Phys ed (volleyball) on Thursday afternoon from 2-4, and Econ 1 as a night class Thursday 6-9 PM. It will make them a really long day on Thursday, 12 hours from 9:00 AM until 9:00 PM. They decided to leave the Econ 1 class for another semester, and registered for the others.

Recapping, they will have classes from 9:00 AM until noon on Mon, Wed and Fri, and 9:00 AM until 4:00 PM on Thursday, plus time for a needed shower after phys Ed on Thursday. They paid the down payments for registration and headed to the parking lot.

DJ, driving on the way home, “Jamie, I’ve never played volleyball, is it hard?”

“Not really, baby, you’ll be on to it, after the first couple sessions. It’s a fun game, and I think you’ll like it. I’m looking forward to it. We’ll probably need to get some gym shorts, and maybe tank tops. The coach will let us know at the first class.”

“I guess we need to let Anthony and Justin know our new schedules. I don’t think either of us will be available to work on Thursdays, but we can work on the other days as early as 1:00 PM and anytime on Tuesdays. On school days, we’re going to need to leave home by 8:30 AM!”

Jamie, snickering, “Welcome to the real world, baby!”

“I’m wondering what that meeting is about tonight. We’ve never had a mandatory meeting since I’ve been working there, Justin told me it’s good news, but I’m still apprehensive. Something is happening, and I have no idea what it is.”

“DJ, it’s only about 5:00, let’s go to my house and Mom can feed us, then we can play some games until you have to leave for that meeting. I’ll go on to your house, and maybe study until you and Dad get home after the meeting.”

DJ agreed, then suddenly realized that Jamie’s car was at his home, so Jamie couldn’t drive to DJ’s house. They decided that DJ would drive Jamie to DJ’s house, and then DJ would go on to the meeting.

* * * * * *

It was just a few minutes before 9:00 PM when DJ arrived at Southside Drug, and I came in from my last deliveries at almost the same time. It seemed really strange to see the whole staff of 13 employees in the store at the same time. At precisely 9:00 PM, Justin told everyone to clock in, if they weren’t already on the clock. He walked to the front door and locked it, then turned off the ‘OPEN’ sign.

Coming to the back of the store he turned off most of the overhead lights, leaving the break room lights on. There are only four chairs, and some of the girls sat in them, and the rest of us stood, anxious to find out what this meeting is all about.

Justin, clearing his throat, “I appreciate that all of you showed up for this meeting. There have been a number of rumors, mostly false, that have circulated around this store. I want to set your minds at ease, as I have mostly good news to share with you.”

“As most of you are aware, all of our managers are also pharmacists in this company. Sometimes the company makes changes that they feel are needed, to improve the general welfare and bottom line for the company, and sometimes that involves moving management around, and sometime making promotions.”

“I am happy to announce that our own Lois Gimble has completed her training and passed the qualification tests, and is now a registered Pharmacy Technician. She will be staying here and assuming that position as of December 1st. Congratulations, Lois.”

“I know some of you remember Randy Shults, he was here for a while as an assistant manager, and covered for me the last time I had a vacation. He is returning to this store as General Manager on December 1st. Before I get hammered, I have been promoted to manage a larger store in the city, for a considerably higher salary, and will be turning this store over to Randy.”

“As most of you are aware, I have been managing this store single handed, open to close, 7 days a week, for the last 6 months. A lady by the name of Gloria Stephens is also joining the staff here as Randy’s assistant manager on December 1st. At least the company is going to give Randy some help!”

“It’s not going to be an overnight change, I’m going to be here until December 9th, to help Randy and Gloria get acclimated, and you people to get to know your new bosses. The week after I leave the store, Sherry and I are going to take the kids for a long deserved vacation to Disney World. I will assume my new position as of January 2nd.”

Justin continued, tearing up, “You guys have been an outstanding crew to work with, and I’m going to miss each and every one of you. I can only hope that I am given a crew in my new store that are half as great as you folks have been to work with. When I get settled, and can supply the address and phone number of my new store, I will send that information down here. If any of you ever need a reference, I will be more than happy to give you a good one, there is no one here that I could give a bad reference for.”

Justin glanced at DJ, his emotions had turned to liquid and tears were streaming down his face, and several of the others also had wet eyes. This crew has a lot of love and respect for Justin, and it’s hard for them to accept losing him. He has been more than just a manager, he has also been a friend.

“The meeting is over, you can all clock out now.” Justin announced, as he walked over to DJ.

Justin, wrapping his arms around DJ. “DJ, are you OK?”

“I just feel like I’m losing one of my closest friends.”

“DJ,” Justin spoke softly, “you may be losing me as your manager, but you will never lose me as a friend. I hope that you don’t mind. I have discussed you, and your special situation, with Randy. I promise you, Randy will take care of you. You have nothing to fear. DJ, keep your grades up, I love you.”

“I love you too, Justin, and thank you for giving me a chance.”

“DJ,” Justin said, grinning, “you’re milking my clock, go home, and I’ll see you at 10:00 tomorrow morning.”

That last comment drew a smile on DJ’s face. DJ and Justin were the last ones to leave the store, and Justin locked the door behind them. Justin wrapped his arm around DJ’s shoulders and walked him to his Tracker. DJ then drove home, thinking about how great a manager Justin had been, and how much of a friend he was.

* * * * * *

Jamie relaxed on the couch in our den, playing a CD, and dozed off while waiting for DJ and myself to return from the meeting. He woke up when I came in, and met me in the kitchen.

“Where’s DJ?” Jamie inquired.

“He should be along any minute,” I answered, “the meeting is over, but I think I may have left a few minutes ahead of DJ.”

DJ walked in about 10 minutes later. The boys both got a Pepsi from the fridge, and we all sat at the table. DJ and I told Jamie about the meeting, and that Justin was getting a promotion, and we were getting new management at this store.

“Dad,” DJ asked, “have you ever met Randy?”

“I have worked with him,” I answered, “when he was assistant there, and also when Justin had his last vacation.”

“What’s he like?”

“It’s hard to explain, but he seems pretty decent. I didn’t work a lot with him, as he usually opened in the mornings, and Justin closed, except for when Justin was on vacation for that one week, and Randy was doing open to close. It’s hard to get to know someone in one week’s time. I don’t even know if he’s married.”

“I guess we’ll find out, after the 1st of December, I just so hate to see Justin leaving. I hope he’s not a homophobe, or we may both lose our jobs.”

“You will have a job, baby,” Jamie commented, “I already told you that Anthony said he would hire you in a heartbeat, if you want to be a server.”

“Justin told me that Randy is aware of our situation,” DJ explained, “and that we have nothing to fear. I hope Justin is right. I have to be at work at 10 tomorrow morning, and I think I’m ready to crash.”

“Me too, baby, and I’m scheduled 4 to 9 tomorrow, I got most of my homework done tonight, while I was waiting for you guys.”

“Are you guys going to bed to sleep,” I said, smiling,” or to play?”

“Sleep,” DJ answered, smirking, “unless Jamie gets too frisky!”

“I’m waiting up for Joe, Oh, I didn’t tell you about his phone call with his Mom last night,” I stated, “You know that she is coming to our wedding. She told him last night that she want’s to hang around for a couple of weeks. She wants to get to know me, and both of you.”

“Both of us?” Jamie questioned.

“Yep, her grandson, and his boyfriend. Joe and I discussed that maybe she could use our bedroom, while we’re on our honeymoon, and you boys could kind of keep tabs on her. You know she is 83 years old. Not too many her age would even accept our kinds of relationships, but she seems completely open minded to it.”

“I so much want to know her,” DJ responded, “She will be my only grandparent! We’d be glad to watch over her.”

“You might have to break some habits,” I remarked, “like maybe getting dressed before you leave your room in the mornings.”

“We could do that!” Jamie exclaimed, we at least wear our underwear, even at my house. Dad sits around in his too.”

As the boys left the kitchen and headed to their room, I’m suddenly picturing Carl Seldon sitting around in his skivvies.

Joe arrived shortly, and I told him about the store meeting. He wondered, since Jamie doesn’t have to be to work until 4:00 tomorrow, if he would like to help him get the rest of the stuff from his apartment, and he could turn in the key and be done with it. I told him the boys had just gone to bed about 10 minutes ago, so why didn’t he just ask Jamie.

Joe cautiously opened up the door to the boy’s room, and it was dark inside.

“Jamie,” Joe said softly, “are you still awake?”

“Yeah, Joe, I’m still awake.”

“Would you like to help me move the rest of my stuff from the apartment tomorrow, before we go to work?”

“Do we need a truck?” Jamie asked.

“Nah, its just a few boxes, and some clothing. It’ll all fit in one carload.”

“Sure, Joe, DJ has to leave for work about 9:30 AM. Get me up when you all get up, and we can do that after DJ leaves.”

“Thanks, Jamie, good night.”

“Joe,” Jamie asked, “would you like to—tuck us in?”

“Sure,” Joe replied, to Jamie’s unusual request.

Joe reached over and tucked the covers around DJ, kissing him on the forehead, then did the same with Jamie, kissing him on the cheek.

“Goodnight, Dad,” DJ said, and Jamie followed with “Goodnight Joe, thank you.”

Jamie, after Joe left, “It always feels so good to have a parent tuck you in like that. Mom or Dad always tucked me in, until I was about 13 or 14.”

“I don’t remember ever being tucked in before,” DJ lamented, “it made me feel—loved!”

Jamie, squeezing DJ’s hand, “DJ, you are loved, please don’t ever doubt it!”

The two young men soon fell asleep. Joe and I soon retired to our room, got naked, and cuddled up together. It’s so easy to fall asleep when you’re lying in bed with that special someone you love. It’s almost as intimate as having sex with the one you love.

* * * * * *

Tuesday morning, November 28th DJ’s phone alarm disturbed him at 7:30 AM. He arose, slipped out of bed and got some bladder relief in the bathroom, and went to the kitchen and started coffee brewing while Jamie continued to sleep peacefully. When the coffee was done, DJ decided to awaken the ‘Dad’s’ and let them know the coffee was ready.

Joe got out of bed immediately and headed into the bathroom, and I motioned DJ to crawl into our bed with me. It took no persuasion and DJ was lying next to me, our naked bodies so lovingly close. Joe came back, and slid back into our bed, creating a reverse Oreo, with DJ being the filling. DJ was familiar with the feeling of my naked body, but wasn’t used to Joe’s much hairier body, and giggled as Joe’s hairy chest tickled his back, but he wasn’t about to bail.

Joe and I were both having our way with DJ, caressing his body, kissing his forehead, cheeks, lips, neck, and nipples. DJ’s body is as smooth as silk, even with the Goosebumps periodically forming. The only body hair DJ owns is on his armpits, and his pubes, and he does need to shave a couple times a week. Even his arms and legs are nearly hairless. Our hands were roaming all over his body, avoiding his genitals, at least most of the time.

DJ, grinning, “What are you guys doing to me?”

“I don’t know, Son,” I answered, “but if you don’t like it, we can stop.”

“You don’t need to stop, it actually feels—I don’t know—wonderful, and so loving. My whole body in is ecstasy. If I didn’t have to go to work, I’d give you all day to stop. By the way, the coffee is ready, but I’m loving the cozy feeling of being here, between both of you! I just want to stay here, feeling warm, safe, secure and loved.”

“I guess,” Joe commented, “we were successful. That’s exactly how we want you to feel, warm, safe, secure, and above all, loved. I hope we didn’t get you feeling too horny, that was not our intention.”

“I did notice that you didn’t touch the one area that likely would have made me want to jack it off, or get it sucked. That was much more sensual, rather than sexual, and I loved it. Don’t get me wrong, I do like sex, but I prefer that be with just one certain man.”

We know very well who that certain man is. We all slid out of bed and headed to the kitchen for that first cup of coffee. It’s now pushing toward 9:00 AM and DJ has to leave in about 30 to 40 minutes. I put on the apron and prepared to make DJ some breakfast, as I don’t want him to go to work hungry. Joe and I will probably eat after Jamie wakes up and we’ve finished with coffee.

“Doug,” Joe commented, right after DJ left, “Do you think their relationship will stand the test of time?”

“I don’t know. I realize they’ve only known each other for about 8 months, but it seems like they are forever getting even closer, if that is even possible. They’re almost inside each other’s skins.”

“Don’t they ever fight?”

“If they do, it’s never within earshot. I’ve never even heard either of them say a cross word to the other. They occasionally discuss things, but never does a voice raise, from either of them. I really think that they may have the kind of relationship that most couples, gay or straight, only dream of having. Will it last? Only time will tell.”

“Well,” Joe commented, “They’re both extremely attractive boys, one of these days some other boy is going to make a play for one of them. I hope you’re right, and their love for each other will prevail. Time will tell.”

My phone rang, and it was Annie.

“Hi Annie, how are you?”

“I’m great, Doug, I got those photo’s yesterday, and we have some winners. Wait till you see them!”

“Annie, I’m in suspense, I don’t know if I can wait. You know I want to see them ASAP!”

“Doug, I got two sets of all the prints, one for you and one for me. I’ll be home all day, if you want to stop by, or maybe I can have Matt drop them off to you, as he knows how to get to your place.”

“Annie, I’m leaving as soon as I can get dressed, I’ll be there in about half an hour.”

“OK Doug, see you shortly.” She hung up.

“DJ’s party pictures?” Joe asked.

“Yeah, Joe, can you get breakfast for Jamie and yourself? I’m going to pick up those photos at Annie’s house.”

I quickly dressed, and headed out to get those photos. Joe slipped into the boys room and woke Jamie up. Jamie jumped out of bed and…….

“Joe! I gotta pee so bad, and I’ve got morning wood. I don’t think I can bend it down far enough, and I’m about to start squirting!”

“Come to the bathroom, and I’ll show you a trick.”

Joe headed to the bathroom and reached into the wastebasket and retrieved an empty toilet paper tube. He told Jamie to stick the end of his penis into the paper core, and tip it down toward the toilet and let your pee go. As Joe predicted, the pee swirled inside the tube and dribbled a healthy stream into the toilet, and Jamie breathed a sigh of relief. Once relieved, Jamie’s erection started to deflate. He dropped the paper core back into the wastebasket.

“That’s a pretty neat trick, Joe!” Jamie exclaimed, “I guess you’ve used it before.”

“Yeah, a few times. When you have an erection that tries to see the sky, like yours, it’s nearly impossible to bend it down far enough to pee into the toilet. If push comes to shove, you can always pee into the shower, then turn on the spray to rinse it down the drain.”

“Eew, that’s nasty!”

“Not really, Jamie, do you know that pee, direct from the bladder is actually sterile? You could drink it, and it wouldn’t harm you, but it might not taste too great. There is actually a very small group of gay guys, and a few straight people, that have a pee fetish, and they actually like to have others piss in their mouths and drink it. I had a guy drink mine once, many years ago, when I was about your age.”

“Wow! I’ll admit I like one thing that comes out of a cock, but I don’t think I would want to try swallowing pee. Thanks, Joe, for telling me something I didn’t need to know!”

“Hey,” Joe said, chuckling, “different strokes for different folks. I’m going to fix us some breakfast, and we can go get the rest of the stuff from my apartment, and I will be all moved in.”

After they ate, Jamie went with Joe to pick up the remainder of his belongings that was still in the apartment. On the way Joe made a stop at the Post Office, and filed a change of address to our home address, for first class mail only. No need to have junk mail forwarded to his new address.

When Joe and Jamie returned, I had laid out all the photos on the kitchen table. Some of them were really Epic. The one Annie took, when we all yelled ‘Surprise’ showed DJ’s mouth opened so far his chin was nearly on the floor. The photo of Jamie holding DJ up was really cute. The look of disbelief on his face when he saw that picture of the Tracker, and the note on the back was hilarious.

Anyone walking by, and hearing us laughing, would think our house was an insane asylum. We were laughing so hard, that our sides were aching. DJ probably won’t see the humor when he see these photos tonight, but I’m betting he will laugh when he looks at them a few years from now.

I put the photos away for now. I have to be to work at 3 until 9, and Joe’s Partner, Mike, will be picking him up here at the house about 3:00 PM, Jamie has an extra hour, as he has to be to work at 4 until 9. DJ will be getting off at 6, but I don’t plan to let him see the photos until I get home, about 9:30 and Jamie should also be home about then.

DJ got home about 6:20, fixed himself a snack, and did his homework. He finished that and just relaxed on his bed until he heard me come in with Jamie about 9:20. He came into the kitchen and joined us. I brought out the photos, and we showed them to DJ. He was looking at them so seriously, and Jamie and I were cracking up—again.

“You guys,” DJ remarked, “are having an awful lot of fun at my expense. I look terrible, there’s nothing funny about these photos!” then, as Jamie and I are laughing hysterically, we saw a grin start to form on DJ’s face.

“I don’t know how, or when,” DJ threatened, “but I’m going to get you guys back!” DJ is genuinely smiling now, and even starting to laugh.

“DJ,” Jamie said, “we need to get to my house, and get some sleep, we have school in the morning.”

“It’s 10:30,” I said, “why don’t you both just sleep here tonight and go to school from here in the morning.”

“I guess we could,” Jamie replied, “let me call Mom and let her know.”

Jamie made the call, and asked his Mom to hold a minute, “DJ are you working tomorrow?”

DJ, checking the schedule on the fridge, “I’m off.”

“Mom, we’re both off tomorrow, so we CAN come there after school. See you about 4:00 PM. Goodnight, and we love you.”

Jamie’s phone rang again.

“Yeah Mom?”

Phone: “Did you get registered for next semester?”

Jamie: Yes Mom, we did that yesterday, we’re all set. I’ll tell you our schedule tomorrow after we get there. Good night, and thanks for the reminder.”

“I’m not used to you guys being here on school mornings,” I said, “What time do you need to leave here?”

“About 9:20, our first class is at 10:00,” Jamie replied.

“Okay, Sons, I’ll plan breakfast for about 8:45, is that early enough?”

“That’ll be fine, Dad, thank you,” Jamie answered.

Both of the boys wrapped their arms around my neck, Jamie kissed me on the cheek, and DJ kissed me on the lips. They then told me goodnight, and headed to their room. Joe got home about 5 minutes later.

“Hi baby,” I greeted him, “Are you hungry?”

“No, Mike and I took a break at Taco Bell about 9:00, Doug, I’m all moved out of the apartment, I still have some things in the car to bring in, but I am officially living here now. I changed my address at the Post Office today, and changed my address at the PD also.”

“Joe, I think I’m ready for bed. You probably noticed that both DJ’s and Jamie’s cars are here. I need to rise earlier than usual to fix them some breakfast before they go to school in the morning, and they need to leave here about 9:20.”

“Then let’s do it, I’m tired too,” Joe said.

Joe took off his belt, with the weapons, and locked them in the safe. I set my alarm for 7:30, Joe and I stripped and slipped into bed. I suspect everyone was sound asleep by 11:30, maybe before.

* * * * * *

Wednesday morning, November 29, my alarm woke me at 7:30 AM. I started the coffee and entered the boy’s room, gently shaking their shoulders to wake them. They were both in the kitchen by 7:45, Jamie poured a glass of juice and DJ a mug of coffee, and I started to cook our breakfast of eggs, corned beef hash and English Muffins. Joe was still sleeping.

“Dad,” DJ commented, “you were going to give me a grocery list, so I can get the things we need to make the potato salad Sunday.”

“Sure, Son,” I told him, “take one of those note papers to write on, and I’ll tell you what you need. 10 pounds of Redskin potatoes, a sweet red pepper, about 3 cucumbers, a stalk of celery and a quart jar of Duke’s mayonnaise.”

“That’s it?” DJ questioned.

“We have plenty of onions, and all the herbs and seasonings we’ll need. You might want to add a small bunch of fresh parsley for garnish.”

“What’s garnish?”

“It’s like, trimming, to make it look pretty, but it’s still edible, maybe, since it’s a Christmas party, add a small container of grape or cherry tomatoes, also for garnish. The red tomatoes and green parsley are Christmas colors.” DJ added parsley and tomatoes to his list.

“Speaking of Christmas, DJ, ” Jamie commented, “Mom want’s us to put the outdoor lights on the tree in the front yard and set up and decorate the Christmas Tree tonight.”

“I’ve never done that before, I don’t know how,” DJ responded.

“I’ll help you baby,” Jamie replied, smiling, “it’ll be fun.”

Tears welled in my eyes, there are so many things that DJ has never experienced. Happy things, and family things. Christmas is supposed to be a happy time of the year and this will be his first real family Christmas with his newly acquired and loving family. I wonder if his former family even celebrated Christmas at all.

I’m smiling as the boys are eating, and enjoying the breakfast I have prepared for them. To me, cooking a meal for these two amazing young men is not a chore, it’s a pure joy. A joy that I’ve never experienced in my lifetime, until the last few months. Why did I have to wait so many years to experience the joy of fatherhood. I got cheated too.

Had DJ not come into my life, I probably would have died, alone and lonely. Even the happiness I have with Joe is due to DJ’s coming into my life. DJ brought Joe and I back together, and we will soon be husbands.

The boys finished eating, went to their room, dressed for school and grabbed their backpacks, kissing and hugging me on their way out, jumped into the Tracker and headed for campus. I know they will be staying at Jamie’s house tonight, and probably tomorrow night, but they should be here with us again on Friday night. They may not always be in my arms, but they are always and forever in my heart!

Joe is off today and tomorrow, and I have to work both days. When Joe finally woke up, I fixed us both some breakfast. Joe, since he is off today, is planning to run the cables to hook up his computer and the TV in our room. After breakfast, I showed Joe the photos of DJ’s party, and we both nearly died laughing, me for the second time.

* * * * * *

About 4:15 Wednesday afternoon the boys arrived at the Seldon’s home after their last class ended. Karen suggested they put up the outdoor lights before eating, while there was still some daylight left.

Jamie pulled down the folding stairway and went into the attic, and handed DJ the three large plastic storage containers that held all the Christmas decorations. They found the outdoor lights, the old fashioned ones with the large bulbs in all colors. (The kind of bulbs that kids like to steal, and throw on the sidewalk and make a loud ‘pop’ when they break)

Jamie went to the garage and got the 10 foot step ladder, and with DJ’s help, they strung the lights on the spruce tree in the front yard. Jamie went back to the garage and got the long extension cord and they connected it between an outside outlet and the tree. The boys then walked down the driveway to view the lit tree from the street.

“It’s beautiful!” DJ blurted.

“I’ve usually had to do it all by myself,” Jamie replied, “It was much easier and more fun with you here to help me. I love you so much!”

The two hugged, and shared a passionate and romantic kiss at the end of the drive by the street. If anyone saw them, they could have cared less. They went back to the tree and got the ladder and returned it to the garage, then entered the house through the kitchen door, hanging their jackets and ski caps on the halltree.

Karen, as she ladled two bowls of homemade vegetable beef soup, “The tree looks good! There is plenty of soup, if you guys want seconds.” Then she set down two grilled cheese sandwiches to go with the soup. She then ladled a third bowl for herself, and sat down with the boys.

“Wow! This soup is fantastic,” DJ exclaimed, “I can tell it didn’t come out of any can!”

“Mom never makes soup that isn’t great,” Jamie commented.

“Thanks, guys.” Karen said, smiling, “I’m glad you like it.”

DJ, finishing his bowl, “Can I get a refill?”

“Sure,” Karen answered, “just help yourselves.” Both boys ladled second bowls full. Karen loves to see these boys enjoy eating her food, It makes cooking from scratch worth the extra time and effort it takes.

After eating, the boys tackled the artificial Christmas Tree, and with Karen’s sidewalk supervision, finished the trimming about 2 hours later. DJ quickly learned how to trim a tree properly. It was another first time experience in his new life. Having Karen tell them both how beautiful it was caused DJ to smile. Karen loves DJ’s smile, it’s so real and sincere. Jamie put the nearly empty decoration containers back into the attic.

The boys headed to their room, stripped to their boxer-briefs (yes, they both wear boxer-briefs now) and played games on the play station until nearly 11:00 PM. They then came out, Karen was watching TV, and the boys both stood in the living room doorway, still in their boxer-briefs, and holding hands, admiring the Christmas Tree.

“How about some cookies and milk,” Karen offered, “before you go to bed?”

“Sounds great!” DJ responded, as the boys followed Karen into the kitchen.

Karen placed a tub of homemade oatmeal and raisin cookies in the center of the table, and got three glasses from the cupboard and filled them with milk. She then sat down, in between the two boys.

Karen, reaching into the tub of cookies, grinning “I like them too.”

Karen and Carl thoroughly enjoy having these two young men in their home, and in their lives. They both hate the nights that the boys spend at my house, as their own home feels so empty without the boys there. I feel the same, when the boys are at the Seldon’s home. Maybe Joe and I should move in to the Seldon’s home and take over one of their spare bedrooms, and we could all enjoy having the two young men at home, every night. How four grown adults could feel so much desire to have these boys around all the time is beyond my comprehension. It is what it is.

 
* * * * * *

Thursday morning, November 30th I am a little depressed, as this is the last day Justin is officially the manager of our store. Even though he’ll be around, part time, until the 9th of December. We, the employees, have been discussing having a farewell party for him. He has been a superb manager, and we will all miss him, a lot. He has always been there for us, and he is more like family than a boss.

I suspect things may get emotional tonight, when DJ, Justin and I all leave together at 9:00 PM for the last time. Randy will be there also, as Justin will be handing over the keys to him, so that he can open tomorrow morning. I’m certain it will be especially hard on DJ, Justin was the one person to give DJ a chance, and I know that Justin and DJ have a ‘special’ relationship. I think DJ has always thought of Justin as being like a second father to him.

About 2:00 PM, Joe and I were having lunch together when DJ and Jamie arrived. DJ and I are scheduled to work at 3:00, and he wanted to put on a clean shirt. Jamie was picking up his car, and going back home, as he didn’t need to be to work until 5:00 PM. Jamie came in, just for a minute, gave both Joe and myself a hug, and took off. DJ sat with Joe and I at the table, I offered him something to eat, and he said they had already eaten a big meal at Jamie’s.

DJ, suddenly having tears running down his face, “Dad, I don’t want Justin to leave!”

“DJ,” I tried to explain, “Justin is just doing what everyone wants to do, climb the ladder of success. He’s been given a larger store, with more responsibility, and a higher salary. Maybe his next step will be to become a supervisor, with even more responsibility, and an even higher salary. He’s doing what is best for him, and his family. We all want to do what is best for our loved ones.”

“I—I—kind of understand. I wish there was something I could give him, to remember me by.”

“Maybe there is something. Hold on a minute.”

I went to the computer desk and picked up the photo of DJ, the day of his adoption. I still have another on my dresser, and I can, if need be, get more copies made.

“DJ,” I said, handing him the photo, “I think Justin would like this.” DJ smiled through his tears.

“I hope so, Dad, could you take your camera to work today, and get me a couple of pictures of Justin, so I can have them, to remember him by?”

“Sure, Son, and we better get ready to leave. We don’t want to be late, on Justin’s last day as manager.”

DJ and I quickly dressed, I grabbed my camera, and we left in separate cars, as DJ would be going to Jamie’s for the night and I would be coming home, to Joe. DJ took the photo with him.

DJ and I both clocked in at 2:57, Justin looked up at the clock and smiled.

“Justin,” I said, with camera in hand, “Someone special asked me to get a couple of photos of you, for memories sake, do you mind?” Justin knew.

“Not at all, if that someone is willing to be in a photo with me!”

I motioned to DJ to come with us, and we walked out in front of the store. I took a couple of shots of just Justin, and then a couple of Justin, with his arm around DJ’s shoulders.

“Thanks, Justin, let me put this camera in the car.” DJ made a quick trip to his Tracker, and picked up the photo I had given him.

Justin walked back to the pharmacy, and DJ came back in and also headed to the pharmacy.

“Justin,” DJ spoke softly, “I wanted to give you something to remember me by,” and handed the photo to Justin.

Justin looked at the photo and his eyes suddenly started to water, and he held the photo to his breast.

“Thank you, DJ,” Justin said softly, “even without this, I could never forget you.”

DJ went out to the store area to help a customer find what they were looking for, and I picked up the box of deliveries and left. A little later Justin asked me if I could get some extra prints, not of the photos of him, but the ones of him and DJ together. I told him I would be happy to do that.

* * * * * *

I returned to the store, after making my last deliveries, about 8:45. DJ was closing cashier, Justin and Randy were both in the pharmacy. Justin unlocked and opened a draw, showing Randy the spare set of keys, for the assistant manager, and was going through the procedures and passwords for the alarm system and the computer system.

“Randy,” Justin stated, “I’ll give you my keys now, and you can set the alarm and lock up tonight, when we leave.” Then, “Randy, you should remember Doug Kendall, he is our delivery person, and also DJ’s father.”

Randy had a strange and questioning look on his face. DJ had been counting the register, setting the till for the next shift. He walked over and turned off the ‘OPEN’ sign, and brought the cash register draw to be placed in the safe, and the envelope holding the deposit to be made, placing both in the safe, and Justin closed the safe.

“Welcome back, Dad,” DJ spoke.

“Justin,” Randy asked, “you don’t count behind the cashiers?”

“Not as a rule, all of our cashiers are pretty accurate money counters. Only if there is a discrepancy between the deposit and the sales, and they will tell me if they don’t match.”

“Justin, you said that Doug, here, is DJ’s father?”

“Randy,” Justin replied, “I told you that DJ and Doug were father and son.”

“But,” Randy stumbled, “does DJ just live with Doug—or ?”

“I’ll help you out Randy,” I explained, “I adopted DJ, legally, and he is my very own loving Son. I am Douglas Ryan Kendall, and DJ is Douglas Joseph Kendall.”

Randy nodding, “Ok, I understand now.” DJ is grinning. DJ loves to hear, or see, his full name.

“Randy,” Justin spoke, “DJ has a knack for tugging at peoples heartstrings, he’ll steal your heart, just like he stole Doug’s and mine. You’ll not find a father and son any closer than these two are to each other. DJ is an exceptional young man, and an outstanding employee.”

“Randy, we’re closed, and it’s time to go home. I’ll walk with you, and you can set the alarm, and we leave together, and you can lock the door.”

Randy turned out the overhead lights, leaving the security lights on, set the alarm, and we all headed out the door, Randy locked it behind us. He looked at the door, and there was lettering that stated ‘Justin Wade, General Manager’.

“I guess I need to get that changed,” Randy commented, pointing at the lettering. “DJ, do you work tomorrow?”

“4 to 9, sir,” DJ replied, “I hope I can please you, sir.”

“DJ!” Randy responded, “you don’t have to be so damned proper, I go by ‘Randy’.

“I guess that’s a carryover from my year in military academy, sir—Randy.”

Randy, putting his arm around DJ’s shoulders, “DJ, I promised Justin I would take care of you, and I try really hard not to break promises. You do your job and we’ll be just fine. I’ll see you tomorrow at 4:00”

“Thank you, Randy, goodnight, and goodnight Justin.”

Joe is waiting for me at home, as he is off today. DJ took off for Jamie’s house, as they are going from there to school in the morning, and Justin just went home to his wife and kids. I don’t know yet where Randy is living, or staying.

Randy is thinking to himself that DJ is a delightful young man, and Justin is right, DJ can steal hearts, without even trying. Justin had told him that Doug was soon to marry Joe, a local police officer, and that DJ and his boyfriend were both in community college, pursuing careers as Pharmacy Technicians, but he’s not ready to let either Doug or DJ know, that he knows their little secrets. (Is there really any secret)

DJ drove to Jamie’s, and Jamie was not there yet. DJ knocked at the kitchen door, and Karen answered it, looking surprised.

“Why are you knocking?” Karen asked, “This door is normally unlocked and you can just walk in.”

“Well,” DJ replied, “it’s just not polite to just walk into someone’s house without knocking.”

“Honey,” Karen explained, “don’t you know that this is your home too? You’re not a stranger, you’re family. You’re our other son!”

Karen wrapped her arms around DJ and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

“I think I got out of work a little sooner than Jamie, but he should be along shortly. We were both scheduled off at 9:00.

“Can you handle some more of that soup?” Karen asked.

“Sure!” DJ exclaimed, smiling, while taking off his jacket and hanging it up on the hall tree.

Karen, taking the pot from the fridge and placing it on the stove, “Maybe you and Jamie can finish it off, and I can wash the pot. Did you meet your new manager tonight? And what do you think of him?”

“He’s not Justin, but he seems pretty cool. I’ll be working with him tomorrow and probably the new assistant manager too, her name is Gloria, but I haven’t met her yet. Randy told me he promised Justin that he would take care of me, and as long as I do my job we’d get along fine.”

Jamie walked in, just when the soup was ready, and the boys did finish it off, complete with more of the oatmeal raisin cookies. It was getting late, and the boys soon went to bed, as they had school tomorrow.

They spent just a few minutes, kissing and caressing each other and both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

* * * * * *

It’s Friday, December 1st and Karen was trying to figure what to fix the boys for breakfast. She looked at the clock, wondering why the boys had not shown their faces yet. They are usually up around 8:00 AM and it’s nearly 8:30. She was afraid they might be oversleeping, so she went to their room and knocked on the door.

A groggy “come in” answered, so she opened the door, and announced that it was 8:30 already.

“Oh, shit!” Jamie exclaimed, throwing the covers off and exposing both of their naked bodies.

Karen wheeled around, closing the door behind her. She suspected they might sleep naked, now she knew. She grinned a little and went back to the kitchen, shaking her head. She beat up some eggs in the blender and made them Ham and Cheese omelets. The boys came out to the kitchen wearing boxer-briefs, ate and drank their juice and coffee. There was no time for a shower this morning.

“Well,” Karen stated, grinning,” I got one curiosity answered today. I’ve somehow suspected that you guys slept naked, now I know you do.” Both boys suddenly felt the blood rushing to their faces. Then “It’s OK, I think you may just take after your parents!”

“Mom,” Jamie remarked, “Are you saying that you and Dad sleep, that way?”

“More often than not,” Karen admitted, “It feels good. Shouldn’t people sleep in comfort? If you’re comfortable sleeping raw, then why should anyone care? It’s not like you’re naked out in public.”

“I think, Jamie,” DJ said, “Mom’s on our side!” Jamie smiled.

“What are your schedules today?” Karen asked.

Jamie answered, “DJ is driving us to school and back here this afternoon, so we can change, then we’re driving separately to work, and then to DJ’s for the night. We both are scheduled to work at 4:00 but DJ gets off at 9:00 and I won’t be off until 11:00.”

“Did Joe get all moved in?” Karen asked.

“Yep,” Jamie answered, “He and I got the last of his stuff from the apartment on Tuesday, so he is officially living at DJ’s and Doug’s. Now that Joe is on afternoon shift, he’s home every night, and it’s made Dad pretty happy too, as he no longer has to sleep alone.”

“There’s just one more piece to the puzzle,” DJ added, “but January 14th is coming, the day they get married. I can hardly wait. We may have a little different kind of family, but we’re a very happy family. There sure is a lot of love in our home!”

“DJ, it’s almost 9:15, we need to get dressed and get out of here!” Jamie exclaimed.

The boys ran to their room, put on school clothes, came back to the kitchen, kissed Karen goodbye, donned their jackets and fled.

Friday was pretty uneventful at school, they were still doing review, as final exams were next week. I worked my normal shift at the store from 3:00 until 9:00, and DJ from 4:00 until 9:00. Randy introduced both of us to Gloria, and she took over as manager from 5:00 to close.

It seemed a little weird, especially to DJ, to be working with a female manager, but she seemed to know her job well, and there were no problems. She mentioned to me, on the qt, that she thought DJ was a sweetheart, so evidently she likes DJ. Gloria seems to be in her late 30’s, she is black, but very pleasant. I’m not certain how the management schedule will be, it’s been a long time since we’ve had an assistant manager at this store.

I was in from the last deliveries shortly after 8:00 PM and Gloria asked me to please empty the trash containers, and take the trash to the dumpster. I’d never been asked to do that before, but her attitude was so pleasant, I couldn’t refuse. I’d guess, since I’m on the clock, I wouldn’t have a right to refuse, anyway.

At 8:55, with no customers in the store, DJ started to count the till, and when he took the draw and the money to the back Gloria said she was going to do a recount. I want to talk with Randy, about maybe giving me Wednesdays and Thursdays off so I can be off the same nights as Joe.

Gloria wouldn’t let DJ clock out, until she finished the recount, which let him gain an extra 10 minutes. The recount, of course, showed there were no discrepancies. I clocked out at 9:00 so left a few minutes ahead of DJ. After DJ clocked out, DJ and Gloria left together, and Gloria locked the door behind them.

Gloria, as they headed toward their parked cars, “Good job, sweetie, see you tomorrow.”

DJ, smiling, “Thank you, ma’am.” DJ loves complements.

I’m at home, trying to conjure up something to feed us all, and my phone rang, it was DJ.

“Hi Son, is everything ok?

“Yeah, Dad, what time does the market close?”

“I’m not positive, DJ, I think 11:00 but it might be 10:00.”

“I thought I’d go pick up those items we need for the salad, and maybe some Ice Cream.”

“OK, while you’re there would you grab a gallon of milk? I need it to finish cooking our supper.”

“Sure Dad, see you in a few, I love you.”

I can’t help but think that the three simple words ‘I Love You’ were probably not even in DJ’s vocabulary a year ago, and today he uses them on a daily basis. He’s changed a lot, in eight months, and all in a positive direction. I sure do love, and admire him.

Now I know what I can fix us, I have two family sized Mac and Cheese dinners, and no milk, but we will have when DJ gets here. Mac and Cheese, with fried Spam, it’s what’s for dinner.

DJ’s phone rang, it was Jamie.

“Hi Baby.”

“DJ, do you want me to get a big pizza and bring home?”

“I don’t think so, not tonight, Dad’s cooking up something for us.”

“OK baby, see you about 11:30, I love you.”

“I love you too, Jamie.”

DJ got home about 10:15 with the goods from the market. He put the Ice Cream in the freezer, I told him to leave the milk out, and he put the potatoes and Mayo down in a cupboard, and the perishables in the fridge.

I already had the macaroni cooked and drained. Two family sized packages of Mac and Cheese make quite a bit, but there are four of us, and two are teens, well, almost, as DJ is now 20. I went ahead and finished the Mac and Cheese, and left it on a burner on Warm. I planned to fry the Spam about 15 minutes before Jamie would be arriving.

Joe walked in at just about 11:00, and I told him my supper plans. He gave me a loving hug and kiss, and sat down at the table.

“Dad,” DJ questioned, “Do we have any Christmas Decorations?”

I was a simple enough and innocent question, and really only needed a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer, but it wasn’t that easy. The simple answer would be ‘no’ but I needed to explain it.

“Son, we don’t have any Christmas Decorations. Until now, I’ve never needed them. I’ve lived alone, in this house, for thirty-some years. I had no close relatives or friends, no one to love, and no one to love me. I never decorated this house, never had a Christmas Tree, I never could get into the holiday spirit.”

Jamie evidently got out a little earlier than 11:00 as he just walked in the door, quietly kissed DJ, and sat down, listening to my rant. Joe came to my rescue, realizing I couldn’t cook, and say what I needed to explain, at the same time, and finished preparing our supper. He finished the Mac and Cheese, and sliced the Spam, and fried it.

“DJ, my life was a lot like yours was, before we met. Yes, I held a job, I paid my bills, my biggest form of entertainment was to watch a little TV, and even that was boring. I didn’t do anything, I didn’t even go out and have a few drinks with friends, because I had no friends, and the only thing booze would do is get me drunk, and give me a headache the next morning.”

“Was I supposed to decorate my house, just so passers by could see it? So I could look at it and say ‘Doug, your house is pretty’. So who really gave a fuck, whether I put up decorations or not.”

“Christmas is supposed to be a time of family gatherings, cheer, happiness, celebrations with loved ones and friends. Humbug!”

“Maybe, DJ, just maybe, we can turn this old ship around, and head it into warmer waters. This Christmas will be different, for me, than the last 30 or 40 Christmas’s. I have something this year that I haven’t had before. I have a Son, a Son that means everything to me.”

“A year ago, I didn’t care if I lived or died, life was of no value to me, I just existed from day to day. And then, like magic, things started to change. The very first day I met you, I started to love you, and every time we were in contact, I loved you more. I soon wanted to be your father. And I worked toward that goal, until I made you mine, all mine. Now I have a reason to live.”

It wasn’t my intention to make DJ cry, but he was shedding about a gallon of tears. Jamie wrapped his arms around DJ, trying to console him, and had some tears of his own, sliding down his face.

“DJ, I think you are competent and smart enough, that you probably could make it on your own. You now have friends that have come to know you, that would help you. What you may not know, is that you are my life support. Things have changed, I need you now, more than you need me. DJ, you are my world!”

“DJ,” Joe commented, “Doug and I do love each other a lot, but I’m second fiddle. There is no way I can compete with you for Doug’s love. There is no love any stronger than a loving father’s love for his son. I am pretty anxious for Doug and I to become husbands, and I can also share my love with you. That’s bullshit, I already do love you, unconditionally, just like your Dad does. You’ve got two very loving fathers, and our marriage will just strengthen our family and make it more legitimate.”

I reached in my wallet and took out four $20.00 bills.

“Tomorrow is Saturday,” I said, handing the $80.00 to DJ, “Take your boyfriend, and go get some Christmas Decorations, and make this house Christmassy! We’re going to have a Merry Christmas this year!” DJ, dry those lovely brown eyes, and give us a smile."

When DJ smiles, it melts hearts. It's so sincere and so beautiful. We finally ate, there was more Mac and Cheese than we could eat, so I put the rest in the fridge for leftovers. None of us needs to get up early tomorrow, all four of us are scheduled at 3:00 PM and we all went to bed, after eating.

DJ spoke, "Jamie, you are going to help me decorate, aren't you?"

"Sure, baby, shall we get a tree? I think, with some rearranging, we can make room in the den for maybe a 3 or 4 foot tree."

"I'd like that, Jamie, and maybe we can pick up a couple of Christmas CD's, I doubt Dad has any. Goodnight, baby."

The two boys shared a passionate kiss, and drifted off.

(to be continued)