DJ - 2. Chapter 2

(from the end of Chapter 1)
“OK, first off, this is supposed to be a dinner date,” I said, “Where would you like to eat?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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DJ Chapter 2 A love story by Douglas Spencer

 

“Let’s go in,” I said. “Get your bag”

We walked in the front door, DJ dropped his backpack onto the Living Room rug. I closed the front door, and immediately wrapped my arms around my DJ, pulling him tight to me. He accepted my affection, not attempting to resist or pull away from me. That alone signified to me, that whatever was trying to destroy him, was not of my doing.

“DJ,” I said, “I think it’s been a pretty rough night for both of us. Let’s go to bed.” DJ just nodded, and followed me to the bedroom. I made a quick trip into the bathroom, draining whatever might be in my bladder, and I grabbed a clean towel, just in case it was needed, and headed back to the bedroom.

We both slowly started to undress, completely, then slipped into the full sized bed. I snuggled close to DJ, putting my arm around him, and holding him close to me.

“So you say you need to leave. Where are you going to?”

“I don’t know, Doug. I just know I have to leave, get out of this city. I have no fucking idea where I should go.”

“You were fine, earlier today. You were happy about the new job. Please tell me, what changed. Something drastic had to have happened. I really need to know what it is.”

“Doug, I’ll tell you. Mama dropped a bomb on me tonight. Papa is getting released from prison this coming weekend. He’s coming back to the house to live. I can not and will not live under the same roof with him. I told Mama the same thing, after she told me. I packed what I could fit into my backpack, and left home. That’s why I need to leave.”

“Do you remember Friday, when you were here, I said we needed to have a serious talk, but we didn’t have time then? Well, I had planned to have that talk with you tonight. That was part of the reason I wanted you to spend the night with me.”

“Well, Doug, I’m here, what did you want to talk about?”

“Us, as in you and me. DJ I am very uncomfortable about the environment where you live. I am certain your mother is holding you back, trying to keep you for a live-in babysitter.”

“I think you’re right, Doug, I’ve come to the same conclusion, but I can’t afford to live on my own.”

“I know that also, DJ. That’s why I want you to move out, and move in with me. I want to share my home, and my life, with you. You just don’t know how precious you are, especially to me. What do you say, DJ?”

“That’s pretty overwhelming, Doug. Can I sleep on it?”

“Of course.” I said, grinning, “You can give me your answer, while we sit around naked in the morning, sipping coffee. If your answer is what I hope for, we are going to be busy tomorrow.”

I reached up and turned out the light. DJ cuddled close to me, and we both were in ecstasy, enjoying the closeness and warmth of each other.

“Doug, I’m gonna try to say this without crying. It’s awesome to feel this wanted! I love you!”

“My precious DJ, I love you too. Sweet dreams.”

We fell asleep, just a little closer together than most fathers and sons. The last thing I remember, before drifting off, is hoping I have won this battle, and how great it will be, having DJ here every day, and not having to worry.

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

Tuesday morning I woke up early, about 7:00 AM. I looked over at my bed partner. DJ was still sleeping so peacefully, as I quietly slipped out of bed, trying not to wake him. As I removed my arm from it’s position around his torso, he moaned a little, but didn’t wake up. I went to the kitchen, and started a full pot of coffee, instead of the half pot I usually fix for myself.

I made certain there was plenty of sugar in the sugar bowl, placed two mugs on the table, got the creamer from the fridge, but just poured my cup, not knowing when DJ might wake up. I was nearly finished with my first cup when I saw DJ heading into the bathroom, wearing his boxers. When he exited, he glanced my way, slipped back to the bedroom for a few seconds, then came into the kitchen naked and smiling.

I stood up and opened my arms and he fell into them. My arms closed around him, and he hugged me back, our penis’s touching. It didn’t cause arousal, but still felt amazingly great, just feeling DJ’s cock touching mine. DJ picked up the coffeepot, filled his cup, then poured me a refill.

DJ spoke, “Doug, do you remember making me an offer last night, about moving in with you?”

“I remember it well,” I said, smiling. “You said you wanted to sleep on it.”

“I’ve made a decision. How soon can I move in?”

“Yesterday is not soon enough! DJ, this house is cold and lonely when you’re not here. You will help make this house a home!” Then added, “Do you feel comfortable here, with me?”

“I feel a little awkward, Doug. At the same time, you always make me feel safe, secure, and wanted. Those are feelings that are strange to me.” Then he added, “And I kind of feel like a hustler, trading my cock for a place to live.”

“Oh, DJ!” I exclaimed. “I’ll admit I am crazy for your beautiful cock, but that has nothing to do with why I want you to live here with me. Can’t you understand, I love you as a person, for the awesome young man that you are. If you don’t want any sex between us, it won’t change how I feel, and you are still wanted, to share my home. My offer is not conditional, on having sex!”

“I have to admit, Doug, that blowjob you gave me the other day was pretty exciting. I really don’t mind, well, actually, I liked the feeling of my cock in your warm mouth. I liked it a lot, and look forward to the next time.”

“DJ, do you have your Birth Certificate?”

“Not with me, it’s in a pile of papers at home that Mama calls important. Why?”

“You’re going to need it, to get your learner’s permit to learn to drive. If you’re going to start at college in the fall, you will need a car. Also, you do have more clothing and personal stuff at your Mama’s, don’t you? You could call her, and ask her to dig that out for you.”

“No, I can’t. I don’t want her to have my phone number, or to know where I am living. It’s none of her fuckin’ business! Besides, I’m supposed to cut the grass today.”

I’m a little surprised at that outburst, DJ is usually soft spoken, and that was the first time I’ve heard him use that explicative term, in everyday language.

“The grass can wait, DJ, we have a lot more important things to do today. How about some breakfast?”

Without waiting for an answer, I placed a large frying pan on the burner, and put 6 slices of bacon on the bottom. I then donned an apron, mostly to protect me from bacon fat that could splatter on my stomach, or worse, on my cock. I already had four slices of bread in the double toaster, ready to push down when the eggs were started.

“I wasn’t all that hungry when I got up,” DJ stated, “but the smell in this kitchen is sure arousing my appetite. We never had bacon and eggs at home, usually just cold cereal. Mama doesn’t like to cook, and everyone can make their own breakfast, if it is just cereal and milk.”

The more I learn about DJ’s home life, the more I realize he needs to be here with me. I’m also understanding how protective he is, not wanting his Mom to know anything about his whereabouts, or even know his phone number. After placing the bacon on a paper towel to drain, I cracked 5 eggs into the frying pan (2 for myself) and pushed the levers down on the toaster.

By the time the eggs were cooked, the toaster popped, I dished up the eggs, bacon, and freshly buttered toast on two plates, setting the one with 3 eggs in front of DJ. DJ asked if he could have another slice of toast, and I immediately inserted two more slices.

DJ, with an inquisitive expression, “Doug, This toast is delicious, what kind of margarine do you use?”

“I don’t use margarine, that’s real butter, from cows.”

“Wow, I’ve never tasted real butter, it’s awesome! The whole meal tastes great. You’re a great cook, Doug.”

“It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to cook bacon and eggs.” I smiled, “But I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“As I told you, Mama doesn’t like to cook. We ate a lot of peanut butter and bologna sandwiches, canned soup, Chef Boyardee canned spaghetti, maybe frozen pizza once a week, and TV dinners a couple times a month.”

“DJ, you’re going to have to get used to other kinds of food. I do cook, and mostly it’s from scratch. I mean, real meat and real vegetables, and fresh salads. Nourishing food, not heat and eat processed food. And I will teach you how to cook. Do you like charcoal grilled steak?”

“I don’t know, Doug,” DJ replied, “I’ve never had any.”

“Since I’m off today, we will have some tonight. Prepare for some home cooking! Now, next item. How are we going to get the rest of your stuff from your Mama’s house? How much is there? Do you have a key to your Mama’s house?”

“I don’t have or need a key, Mama never locks it. I think everything I have left there will fit in a big trash bag, except my bike. It might be tricky, I think Mama will be leaving for work about 1:00 PM today, but I have no idea what she is doing about someone to watch the kids.”

“So I guess you don’t have a key ring? You will need one, I want our doors locked when we are not home!” DJ nodded, understanding. “I think I have an idea how to get the rest of your stuff. I need to make a phone call”

I dialed, and got an answer. “Hey Joe, This is Doug, and I need a real big favor.” (I explained the situation, and Joe understood, and agreed to help us.)

“DJ,” I smiled, “Officer Joe Reynolds from the Police Department is coming by in about an hour. You are to go with him, and he will accompany you to go to your Mama’s, so you can pack up the rest of your stuff and put it in the patrol car, and he will bring it here. If your Mama is home, he will get your birth certificate from her, or at least, be with you while you find it.”

“What about my bike?”

“Not sure, I guess if he can’t put it in the patrol car, you can ride it back here. Ask him for his advice. He’s a good guy, and I would trust him with my life, and yours too.”

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Officer Joe Reynolds and DJ arrived at the project, DJ leading the way to his Mama’s apartment. DJ walked in, Joe following.

Mama, demanding, “What kind of trouble is he in, Officer?”

“He is not in trouble, Ma’am, didn’t he tell you he is moving out? Dewain, go take care of what you need to gather up.”

“He did say last night that he was leaving. He can’t do that, Officer, he has to watch his younger siblings, when I am at work.”

“You may be correct, Mrs. Jackson. May I see his birth certificate?”

“I don’t know where it is.”

“Dewain said it was in the stack of, what you call ‘important papers’”

Mrs. Jackson pulled out a stack of papers from a draw, sifted through them, and produced, DJ’s birth certificate, handing it to the Police Officer.

Reynolds, doing the math in his head, “Mrs. Jackson, you can’t stop him, he is nineteen, and can legally decide for himself, whether he wants to live here or elsewhere.”

“But he has no income, no way to support himself, he has to live here.”

DJ came out of the bedroom, carrying a large trash bag full of clothing, and set it down by the front door. Just then, his phone rang, he pulled it out of his pocket and answered it.

“Yes sir, this is he. (listening) 10 AM, yes sir, I’ll be there. (listening) No, sir, not anymore, as late as you need me. Thank you, sir, see you tomorrow morning.”

“DJ!” Mama exclaimed, angrily, “Where’dja get that phone?”

“My best friend got it for me.” Then “And that was my new boss, I start my job tomorrow.”

“Where ya gonna be workin’, and what’s your number?”

DJ, shaking his head, “Sorry, Mama, those are things I need to keep to myself. If I gave you my number, you would pester the hell out of me. Mama, I’m gone, just like Papa wanted me gone, nineteen years ago. It’ll be better if you just forget that I ever existed!”

DJ went back into the bedroom and picked up another trash bag, containing his footwear and winter jacket, then came back out, evidently ready to leave.

“Officer, I think I’m ready to leave. Oh, Mama, I need my birth certificate, please.”

“I’ve got it, DJ.” Reynolds stated. “Let me carry one of those bags.”

“Goodbye, Mama, I hope you enjoy your life with Papa back home again.”

“Officer Reynolds,” Mrs. Jackson questioned, “Do you know where DJ is staying?”

“Yes, I do, and who he is staying with. I know he’ll be safe there.”

DJ, on the way to the cruiser, “Do you think my bike will fit in there somewhere?”

“I think we can get it into the trunk, DJ.” It did fit.

On the way back to DJ’s ‘new’ home, Joe questioned DJ about what he was referencing, about what his father wanted 19 years ago. DJ told him, that his father had mentioned, several times, that they should have had him (DJ) aborted. Joe just shook his head in shock.

“DJ,” Joe said, “I think I need to give you a heads up. Are you aware that Doug is, I guess, a man’s man?”

“Sure,” DJ smiled, “I know he’s gay, he is also the most generous, kindest, loving and caring person I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. He’s much more of a father to me than my own could ever be. I love him, and I know he loves me too.”

“Quite an age difference between you two.”

“Oh, we’ve discussed that. We’re like a father and son couple,” then, grinning, “with benefits. Not like lovers. We love each other, but we’re not ‘in love’ with each other. Doug gives a mighty good blow—forget that.”

“You’re right,” Joe chuckled, “He does give good head. Doug and I go back, probably, 20, maybe 25 years. Knowing him, like I do, I know he would never harm you.”

Officer Joe pulled into my driveway, and I went out to greet them both. I observed DJ’s bike hanging out of the trunk. Joe opened the trunk, and DJ took the bike and put it under the carport beside my car. Then he got the 2 bags out of the back seat and carried them into the house, while I gave Joe a big hug, and we kissed.

“Joe, I don’t know how to thank you for your help today.”

“Well Doug,” Joe grabbed my hand and rubbed it against his slightly bulging crotch, “We haven’t seen each other for quite a while.” Then, “I’m on duty right now, but I’m off tomorrow.”

“DJ,” I said, “What time you gotta be at work tomorrow?”

“Ten in the morning.”

“Joe, wanna come by for coffee about 10:30”

“Sounds good, Doug. And DJ, here is my card, and this number on the back is my personal cell number. If you need me for anything, call me.”

“Thank you so much for everything, Officer Joe.” DJ stated, as he wrapped his arms around Joe, and Joe kissed his cheek, and hugged him back.

Joe walked to the cruiser, started it, he waved goodbye to DJ and myself, and took off. Driving down the road he is thinking to himself. Today was a good day to be a police officer. He likes a day where he can actually help people instead of giving out tickets or arresting people. He cannot help but think that DJ is perfect example of an outstanding young man.

“DJ, we’ve still got plenty to do today.” I said, “Do you have decent clothes for work, at least for a couple of days?

“Justin said I could wear jeans, as long as they are proper, and for now, a polo shirt. He is going to order me some store shirts. I might need another polo shirt.”

“I know that bottom draw isn’t going to hold all your clothes, but there is another chest in the other room, that used to be a bedroom. I think I can clean out a couple of draws in that one. Actually, I’m planning on doing some rearranging, so that you can have that room for yourself. I think it would be better, if we had our own separate bedrooms, anyway.”

“You—don’t want me to sleep with you anymore?” DJ asked, with some disappointment in his voice.

“I didn’t say that, DJ! I love sleeping with you. But what happens if one of us wants to have an overnight guest. And when you start school in the fall, you will need a quiet place to study. I may be almost 66, but that doesn’t mean I might not still be looking for a husband. And one of these days, you may also meet Mr. Right.”

DJ, shocked, “You knew I was gay?”

“I didn’t really know, at first,” I responded, “but I was about 95% certain. Gay guys have a kind of sixth sense, we call Gaydar, that helps us detect other gay people. The real clincher was when you sprang a boner when seeing me naked, straight men don’t usually do that.”

DJ, grinning, and pointing at his crotch, “Mr. Cock, you told on me!”

“We need to get out of here, DJ, we have much to do.”

“You have something I can make a sandwich out of?” DJ asked, “I’m kind of hungry.”

“I have a better idea, DJ, you like Mexican food?”

“You mean like, Taco Bell?”

“I’m thinking a couple steps up, like Chipotle.”

“Doug, they’re too pricey. They get about $8 for a burrito, and I can eat at least 2 or 3 of them.”

“Have you ever had one from there?” DJ shook his head. “Well, it’s time you did, then. I wanted to take you there last night, but you weren’t hungry.”

We got to Chipotle and DJ started to order 2 burritos, but I encouraged him to just get one, and if he was still hungry after that he could get another. His eyes got pretty big when he saw the size of it. Needless to say, one burrito filled him up.

We spent the afternoon shopping. We went to the hardware store, and DJ picked out a key ring he liked, while I had a duplicate key for the house made. We went to a clothing store and got a couple of polo shirts.

Finally we ended up at the market, where we picked up some groceries, including a couple of rib eye steaks for dinner tonight. DJ wasn’t used to eating fresh vegetables so I selected broccoli to go with the steaks and baked potatoes. We also picked up some Romaine lettuce, and other ingredients for fresh salad, also more bacon, eggs and whole grain bread for mornings. I’m determined I’m going to feed my DJ better than he has ever eaten.

We got home and put away the groceries, except for the steaks and salad materials. DJ watched as I scrubbed the potatoes, and put them in the oven to bake. Then I prepared the tossed salad, and fired up the gas grill, and prepared the broccoli for steaming. DJ watched intently, as he prepared to eat his first steak dinner, ever.

Everything turned out great. DJ was struggling with his steak, and I had to show him how to use a steak knife. As we ate, I heard these periodic little “ummm” sounds coming from DJ. It warmed my heart to watch him put away that food, really enjoying the dinner. I suddenly felt tears flooding my eyes, and running down my cheeks.

“Doug! What’s wrong?” DJ questioned, concern in his voice.

“Nothing, DJ, nothing. My emotions just betrayed me a little. These are tears of joy leaking out. I’m just so happy, having you here, sharing my home and my life!” I said, grabbing a napkin to blot my tears. “You know, I’ve never been married, and you are like the son I never had, and missed.”

“Oh, Doug. I need to tell you. The last couple weeks, since we met, has been the happiest time of my life. I love you and I’m so glad to be here.”

“I love you too, my DJ!”

We finished dinner and DJ, without any coaxing or comments, gathered up the dirty dishes, drew hot water in the kitchen sink and washed the dishes. One thing I now know about DJ, he’s obviously not lazy and wants to contribute. God, I love this young man.

After DJ finished the dishes, we headed to the other bedroom, and I started to clean out a couple of draws in that chest, so DJ could use it for his clothes. We finally, about 11:30 PM, crawled into bed. Since DJ had his first day of work tomorrow, and had to be at work at Ten, I set the alarm for 8:00 AM. I wrapped my arms around DJ, and somehow ended up with my hand just touching DJ’s flaccid cock. It started to get hard.

“Doug,” DJ spoke softly, “Do you—would you—what—um—um”

“DJ, just say it.”

“I’m kinda hard, I wondered if you wanted to, you know, like”

“You want me to suck your dick?”

“I’d like that, a lot. I felt funny, just asking for it.”

“You know I love that cock of yours, DJ, you don’t have to mince words with me, ever. What ever you want, if I can give it to you, or do it for you, I will.”

I positioned myself between DJ’s legs, pushed him up toward the head of the bed, and started to lick the pre from his slit, then slid the head of his cock into my mouth, then some of the shaft, gradually taking more. Oh how I love his beautiful black cock.

“Oh my god Doug, my cock in your mouth feels so good, I’d like to just leave it there forever!”

I stifled a snicker, picturing DJ strutting around, with my head dangling off his dick. I’m going to try to get him off fairly quick. We need to get some sleep, and I am also anxious to taste DJ’s creamy semen again.

I pulled off for a minute, and reached into the draw of my nightstand for some lube I knew was there. I coated my finger with lube, as I settled down again on my DJ’s dick. He was so into my oral activity he didn’t even notice what I was doing on his backside. I slowly pushed my hand under his ass cheek, and touched his hole, causing him to jerk.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Just relax, sweetie, I think you’re going to like this,” as I slowly worked my lubed finger into his hole, and covered his cock again with my mouth. I pushed my finger into his hole, feeling and stimulating his prostate.

“Jesus, that feels good, but I can’t stand it for long!” DJ gasped, filling his lungs. “You’re gonna send me off! I’m about to explode!”

I gripped DJ’s cock between my lips, feeling the pulsing of DJ’s cock, and explode he did, several healthy spurts shooting into my mouth. I heard DJ let out all that air he had in his lungs. I love the taste of DJ, especially the taste of his sweet cream, which I of course, swallowed. As I squeezed the last dribbles of cum from his dick I thought ‘mission accomplished’.

I realize I don’t really want to get off tonight. Being that I am in my 60’s, I don’t recover for at least 24 to 36 hours, and knowing that Joe is coming by tomorrow, I want to save myself for Joe, just in case.

“Ok, now I need to get you off,” DJ said.

“I’m tired, DJ,” I said, making an excuse, ”lets just get some sleep.”

I wrapped my arm around DJ’s torso, spooning him until we both fell asleep.

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

At 8:00 AM the alarm interrupted our sleep. I jumped out of bed, and DJ gradually came to a state of being somewhat awake. I suggested that he should shower and shave and I would have breakfast and coffee ready by the time he was dressed. I also had already noticed that it was a rainy Wednesday morning. While DJ was starting his shower, I got dressed, as I knew I would need to drive him to work. I’m not going to let him ride to work in the rain.

DJ, walking into the kitchen, “Crap! It’s raining. I’m gonna get soaked riding to work this morning!”

“Nope!” I said, “I’m not going to allow you to ride to work in this rain. That’s why I’m dressed already.”

“But how will I get home. It’s too far to walk.”

“What time do you get off?”

“I don’t know. Justin called me yesterday, he asked if I still needed to be out by 3:00. I told him he could keep me as long as he wanted to.”

“I’ve worked for Justin quite a while, he is very cooperative and understanding. I work 3 to 9 today. If you get off early I’ll pick you up before I go to work. Otherwise, you can ride around with me, and when I get a delivery in our part of town I can drop you off at the house.”

“I guess that will work,” DJ smiled, as he worked on the eggs and bacon.

We left the house about 9:30 and it takes no more than 10 minutes to drive to the store from home. I knew, since it was his first day, it wouldn’t look good to be late. I was back home by 10:00 and poured another cup of coffee. I’m expecting Joe sometime around or a little after 10:30.

It’s been several years since we had done anything together, as Joe has been in a relationship with Dale, whom I had only seen a few times. I’m not certain if Joe is coming by today just for coffee or if he has other plans. It’s 10:30 on the dot, and I hear a familiar knock on the front door. I answered it, unlocking the door, and Joe stepped in, almost knocking me over in his rush to hug and kiss me.

“You should know, Joe,” I exclaimed, “Friends and family come to the back door. Salesmen and proselytizers come to the front door! It’s good to see you.”

We went to the kitchen, and Joe sat down in DJ’s chair. I poured him a mug of coffee, and myself a refill.

“How’s DJ making out?” Joe asked.

“That child never ceases to amaze me! He was prepared to ride his bike to work today in the rain. Of course, you know I couldn’t let him, so I drove him. Joe, I hope you know how much we appreciate what you did for us yesterday.”

“You know Doug,” Joe said, grinning devilishly, “it comes at a price. I haven’t had a piece of your ass in years, and I’m ready to collect the debt.”

“What about Dale?”

“Dale and I split up, over a year ago. He moved to Chicago, and I haven’t even heard from him in six months. I’m alone now.”

“I’m so sorry Joe, how long were you two together?”

“Over five years. Doug, how long since you’ve been bred?”

“It’s been a while. To be honest, you were the last to fuck me. I’ve had some oral encounters with a few guys, but no one has fucked me. I haven’t had the desire for any of them in me. I’m probably pretty tight again, by now.”

“That almost sounds like an invitation,” Joe retorted, grinning. “We used to have a lot of fun together, didn’t we.”

“We did,” I said, “And maybe we could again. Joe, would you like to lay on the bed with me for a while? I’d like to be close to you, like we used to be.”

Joe took my hand and led me to my bedroom. Once inside, he started to undress me, and I was attacking his clothes also. It seemed like only seconds before we were both naked, and Joe pushed me onto my bed, and threw himself partially on top of me. Our lips touched, as we both hungered for the others mouth.

It was as if the several past years just evaporated. Joe started sucking on my neck. My hands were roaming all over Joe’s body, I was running my fingers through the hair on his chest, gradually moving it south, feeling his erection, and the slippery pre covered tip. I suddenly wanted that cock in me, something I had rarely even thought about for several years. My own cock was throbbing, as Joe caressed it, and leaking its own share of precum.

“Joe, I want you,” I said, “I want you inside me, like I haven’t needed anyone in years, but I need you now!”

“Doug, baby, you got some lube?”

I reached over into the draw of the nightstand, and retrieved the lube, and handed it to Joe. He coated his dick, then slathered a good coating in my crack and started stretching my hole. Even Joe’s fingers felt good in my anus. Joe isn’t exactly hung big, but he has a comfortable six or seven inches when he is erect.

He raised my legs, placing them on his shoulder, as he knelt, lining the head of his hardened cock to my hole. He started to push against my sphincter, which I was willing to give him easy access. How I wanted him, and his cock inside me. He pushed in, I felt the head slide into me.

“Fuck me, Joe,” I cried out, “Fuck me now, please Joe! It’s been too long.”

“Easy baby, relax, I don’t want to hurt you. I hope you realize I want this just as much as you do! You were right, baby, you’re as tight as the first time we ever did this.”

Joe slowly pushed in. It hurt some, and I’m not used to it anymore. I know, once he is in, the pleasure will way outweigh the pain, and I want it, bad.

“Ooooohhhh!” I cried, feeling some pain. “It’s been a long time!”

“Are you okay baby?” Joe questioned, “I’m trying to go in slow, and letting you get used to me.”

“I’m—fine, I want more. Joe, you feel terrific, I’m loving this moment.”

“Doug,” Joe said, a couple tears sliding down his face, “this feels like the first time. I hope it won’t be the last time. Me inside you feels so right.”

 
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“DJ,” Justin said, “I’m going to have you do some stocking today, mainly in the paper products, and a few other things. You don’t have to leave early today?”

“Things have changed, sir. I’m no longer living with Mama, so I don’t have to watch the kids anymore. I can work whenever you want me to, sir.”

“You know, DJ, I hired you to replace Cynthia, as she is leaving after next week. I really need you to work evenings. I trust you are staying with Doug now?”

“Yes, sir, to both. Doug has helped me, a lot, and has opened his home to me. I would be happy to work evenings. I am hoping to start some classes at the Community College in the fall, and they would likely be in the daytime.”

“Great,” Justin smiled, “If you will come in at 3:00 PM tomorrow, I will have Cynthia start training you on the registers, and customer service.”

“Yes, sir, thank you, sir.”

Justin led DJ to the back room, showed him where the back stock was kept, and what needed to be done with it. DJ loaded the cart up with toilet paper, paper towels and tissues, pulled it to the paper aisle, and started filling up the shelves. He looked up toward the register and saw this old lady with a walker cashing out. She had three bags of merchandise. He left the job he was on, and headed to the front of the store.

“Ma’am, let me carry those out for you.” DJ grabbed all three bags. “Lead the way to your car and I’ll follow you.”

The old lady, smiling, couldn’t move very fast, with the walker. DJ backed into the door, holding it open for her, then followed her to her car. She opened the back door, and DJ placed the bags on the back seat. Then he steadied the walker, while she made her way onto the driver’s seat. DJ folded the walker, and asker her where he should put it, and then placed it in front of the passenger seat for her, closed the door and went back inside.

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

“Having coffee with a friend never felt this good before. Fuck me harder, Joe, hit my sweet spot, make me cum!”

“I’m trying baby, I don’t want to cum before you. I’m in ecstasy, Doug. All the good times we had together now seem like yesterday.”

“Oh, Joe, you’re taking me somewhere I love. Why did we ever stop,” I’m gasping, “Joe, I’m gonna shoot, don’t stop, oh my god that feels so invigorating, I can feel one hell of an orgasm about to happen. Joe, JOE, JOE!”

“I’m cumminggggggggggg baby!”

“I felt the warmth of Joe’s fluid filling me, and triggering me.”

“Joe, I’m shoooooooooooootttttttiiiiiiiiinnnnnngggggg!”

Joe, collapsing on top of me, my ejaculate was still escaping my cock, and spurting between our bodies. I can’t remember ever having such a strong orgasm as this one.

“Doug, that was wonderful,” Joe said softly. “You know Doug, I’ve never really stopped loving you, even though we drifted apart. Do you think we could maybe rekindle what we once had?”

“Maybe, Joe, they say love is better, the second time around.” I’m tearing up. “I’m willing to try, Joe, if you are.”

Joe grabbed that towel I had on the headboard from yesterday, wiping and kissing my tears away. We fell into an embrace, hugging and kissing like teenagers in heat.

“Doug, baby, we’ll make it work this time! I’ve already marked my territory. I love you, and that’s forever!”

“I love you too, Joe. What do you mean, you’ve marked your territory?”

Joe, grinning, “Look at your neck.”

“Gosh Joe, it’s almost 2:00 o’clock, we better shower, I have to be at work by 3:00, and I’m wondering how DJ is doing.”

We showered together for the first time in years. We got dressed, we promised each other that we stay in touch often, kissed and hugged goodbye and headed for our cars. I was driving on my way to work, and my phone rang, it was Joe.

“Hi Joe.”

“Doug, baby, I just wanted to tell you how glad I am that you needed me for a favor yesterday. And how happy you made me today! I’m not going to let you slip away from me again! I love you.”

“Thanks, Joe, I love you too.”

I arrived at work, clocking in at exactly 3:00 PM and Justin met me at the time clock, with a smile on his face.

“Your boy really impressed me today,” Justin spoke, “You know old Mrs. Rumford, the old lady that shops here with the walker?”

“Yeah, I know who she is,” I answered.

“Well, I had DJ stocking the paper products. She was checking out and DJ left what he was doing, grabbed her bags and escorted her to her car, offering great customer service, without even being asked. After she got home, she called me, and spent five minutes on the phone, praising DJ. She made me happy that you convinced me to hire him.”

“Thank you, Justin, I’m sure he’ll work out fine. What time will he get off today?”

“I was going to cut him at 4:00, but if he is willing to work longer, I will start him training on the registers with Cynthia now.”

“He probably needs some lunch, it’s been a long time since breakfast.”

“He should be okay, I ordered Italian subs for him and me for lunch, delivered by Jimmy Johns. He ate his twice as fast as I could eat mine, then went right back to work.” Justin continued, “He seems to have a strong desire to please everybody. You just can’t help but love him!”

“You got to give his parents credit for one thing, they at least taught him some manners, and how to show respect.”

“You’re wrong, Doug, he learned that in military school. I doubt his parents ever taught him anything, beyond potty training.”

“I know what you mean, Justin. We had grilled steaks last night, and I had to show him how to use a steak knife. It was the first time he had ever had steak. He ate three small bowls of tossed salad, each one with a different dressing.”

“All his Mom ever fed them for breakfast was cold cereal!” I continued to speak, “You know how I like to eat healthy, Justin, DJ is going to go through a lifestyle change too, for the better. I’m going to teach him how to cook and eat real food, and he wants to learn.”

“You know Doug,” Justin replied, “DJ has only worked here for a few hours, and I already realize he is eager to learn, and eager to please. I have no doubts that he will pick up cashiering quickly. He is pretty smart. By the way Doug,” Justin asked, grinning, “What happened to your neck?”

My face turning pink, I answered, “Let’s just say, I had an encounter with an old flame. It might be re-igniting into a new fire!”

I went ahead and picked up my first batch of deliveries. I got back to the store about 5:00 PM and DJ informed me he was training with Cynthia, and would be working until close, which is 9:00 PM. Since I also worked until 9:00 this worked well for both of us.

On the way home we stopped and picked up a pizza, as we were both quite hungry. We both are scheduled to work at 3:00 PM tomorrow. I suggested that tomorrow morning, we should go to the MVD and get him a learner’s permit, the idea of learning to drive excited DJ, and he smiled.

I haven’t told DJ yet, as I don’t want to rock the boat, that there is a possibility that Joe and I may be reuniting after these several years apart. DJ really needs his own bed and room anyway. I hope DJ understands the relationship he and I have together. He needs a lover closer to his age.

(to be continued. . . . . .)