DJ - 3. Chapter 3

DJ – Chapter 3

A love story by Douglas Spencer

It was a large pizza we had picked up, I was full after three of the eight slices, and DJ claimed also to be full, after three, so the other 2 got stored into the fridge, to be a snack for someone.

“DJ,” I said, “You do realize, I hope, that this kind of fast food isn’t nutritionally good for either of us. We’ll do better tomorrow though, because YOU’RE going to cook us a pot roast in the crock pot, and we’ll have a good dinner when we get home from work.”

DJ, with eyes opened wide, “Whad’ya mean, I’M cooking dinner? I wouldn’t even know where to begin! I could burn water.”

“I’ll guide you, sweetie,” I said, smiling, “but you are going to do all of the work. We probably need to get to bed soon, as we need to get up earlier than normal to try and get your learners permit. I’m surprised you didn’t take driver’s training in school.”

“I wanted to, but Mama wouldn’t sign the permission slip. She said I didn’t need to learn driving.” I shook my head in disbelief.

We went to bed about 11:00 PM and fell asleep shortly after, with our naked bodies close to each other. We may not be lovers, per se, however we both seem to enjoy being physically close. Even if I don’t make an attempt to draw DJ close to me, or wrap my arms around him, he still snuggles up with his body touching me. God, how I love this young man!

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About 6:45 AM on Thursday morning, DJ slipped out of bed, needing to pee, then returned to stand on my side of the bed, his flaccid penis dangling about 12” in front of my face. What a pleasant sight to wake up to!

“Doug,” DJ commented, “I would be happy to make our coffee, but I don’t know how. Would you like to show me?”

“Sure, DJ,” I responded, “As soon as I drain myself. Meet me in the kitchen in about 4 minutes.”

“Doug, I already changed the filter,” DJ said,” and I know we have to grind the coffee beans, but I don’t know how many.”

“Three scoops of coffee will make us 4 mugs, and about 6 cups of water, and use the water from the Berkey filter. I don’t like to drink the tap water. Running it through the Berkey removes the fluoride and the taste of the chlorine, plus most other contaminants and heavy metals that are not healthy for us.”

“Wow, Doug, I always just thought water was just water. I think I put the wrong water in the pitcher that’s in the fridge last night.”

“If you did, just pitch it, and fill it from the Berkey. It’s no big deal, DJ.”

By the time DJ dumped the water from the pitcher and refilled it, the coffee was done. He grabbed the creamer from the fridge, and poured us each a mug of coffee. The day we met, he said he normally doesn’t drink coffee, but he seems to have acquired a taste for it, as he drinks it on a daily basis with me every morning now. He still loaded it with about 4 heaping teaspoons of sugar.

“DJ, you really need to start cutting back on the sugar,” I said, “we don’t want you to become diabetic, besides, you’re sweet enough already!” DJ grinned, and blushed just a little.

We had both finished our first cups, and DJ poured our refills.

“Would you like to fix our breakfast?” I asked.

“Bacon and eggs?” DJ questioned. I nodded.

“Better put on an apron,” I suggested, “ don’t want to spatter grease on that pretty cock, or your tummy.”

DJ put the large frying pan on the stovetop and put on the apron that always hangs on the hook. He then got the bacon and eggs out of the fridge and set them on the counter, and turned the heat on high. He looked cute, his buns protruding out of the back of the apron.

“I think you need to cut that heat back to medium.” DJ complied.

He then placed half a dozen slices of bacon on the bottom of the pan, and covered them with the lid. He then placed 4 slices of bread in the toaster, not yet pushing the lever down. Checking on the bacon, he used a spatula to turn the bacon over, just like I would have done.

Finally, he used the spatula to lift the slices of bacon out of the pan, placing them on a paper towel to drain.

DJ, picking an egg out of the carton, “I don’t know about this!”

I stepped behind DJ, my cock tickling his ass, I reached around him, took the egg from his hand and cracked it on the edge of the pan and used both hands to separate the halves of the shell, dropping the contents into the bacon fat. I then followed suit with the second egg.

“Just like that,” I said, “Now you do the other two.”

While DJ struggled a little with the other two eggs, I pushed the levers down on the toaster. He did get them both out of the shell and into the pan, breaking one yolk in the process. When the eggs were cooked, he lifted them out of the pan, placing 2 on each plate, along with 3 slices of bacon. I buttered the toast and added them to the two plates. We sat down to eat.

“There,” I said, “that wasn’t so hard was it?”

“I guess not, but I fucked one egg up.”

“So, that happens to me sometimes too, and I’ve probably fried well over a thousand eggs. The more times you cook them, the better you will get. Practice makes better, probably never perfect though, when it comes to cracking eggs!”

We ate breakfast and finished our coffee, then went to the bedroom to get dressed.

“Damn!” DJ exclaimed. “I hate having to put clothes on, I wish we could just stay naked. I love the feeling of freedom when I’m naked.”

“So,” I commented, smiling, “you’re a wannabe nudist?”

“I guess,” DJ replied, his face turning pink.

“If you’ve got your Social Security Card and Birth Certificate, I think we’re ready to go.”

DJ led the way out of the back door and I locked it behind us. We got into the car and headed to the MVD. When we arrived, I accompanied DJ inside, in case there were any questions he needed assistance with. He informed the lady at the information desk that he wished to apply for a learning permit.

“OK,” the lady said, giving him a clipboard and pen, “you need to fill out this form, and when they call your number, return it to the proper window.”

The whole procedure took about an hour, and it was about 10:30 AM when we walked out, DJ was wearing a smile and holding on to his permit and a study guide.

We took off, and I drove us to a large parking lot that had been used by a store that was now vacant. I parked the car and turned it off, pulling out the key from the ignition.

“Let’s change seats,” I said, getting out of the car.

DJ got into the driver’s seat and I got into the passenger side, and handed the key to DJ.

“Let’s just drive around here for a few minutes so you can get used to handling the car, and practice a few starts and stops.”

DJ was pretty nervous at first but gained confidence and competence with each minute he spent behind the wheel. So much so, that I decided to let him drive us home, and we arrived there safely. We entered the back (kitchen) door.

Once inside the kitchen, I said, “DJ, time for you to start dinner.”

“OK Doug, but you have to tell me what to do.”

With my guidance, DJ placed the slow cooker on the counter, then he unwrapped the chuck roast and placed it in the center of the pot, and placed four bay leaves on the top of the roast for flavor. He then peeled a couple of onions, scrubbed some organic potatoes and carrots, and placed the vegetables around the roast, then added a cup of organic beef broth. Then he finally secured the lid, and turned the control to medium to start the cooking.

“That’s it?” DJ questioned, “Seems like a lot of food for 2 people.”

“Except for the gravy,” I answered, “but we can’t make that until just before we eat tonight. That is a four pound roast, we should have leftover roast to make another meal and some sandwiches. Good job, DJ!”

DJ smiled, and I had to pull him in to me and give him a warm hug, then I kissed him on the cheek.

“Doug, I think I need a shower before we go to work, would you like to join me?”

He didn’t have to beg me. We went to the bedroom, stripped and headed into the bath. I adjusted the temperature, and we both stepped into the shower stream. DJ soaped up a washcloth, and started to wash my body, then suddenly started to choke up.

“What’s the matter, DJ?” I asked.

“Nothing, really,” DJ sobbed, “I’m just—so incredibly happy, living here with you.”

“No happier than I am to share my life with you!” I stated.

As I washed his body, and soaped up his private areas, he sprung a boner.

“Doug, do you think we have enough time for, you know how I like the feeling of my dick in your mouth.”

I turned DJ a little to get the shower stream to rinse the soap from his beautiful black member, dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. Even though I feel he needs someone younger, I am unable to resist getting him off when he wants it. I really love his cock, and the sweet taste of his sperm. I can’t help it, I just love DJ and everything about him.

As I was sliding my mouth back and forth on DJ’s cock, he started to rock his pelvis, gripping the back of my head, and fucking my mouth. His moaning and groaning told me he was enjoying the feeling, and starting to feel his climax mounting.

“Doug,” he cried, “that just feels so—awesome, I almost ready, I’m so close!”

DJ pulled my head close, and stopped all motion, just letting his cock rest in my mouth, the head of his cock nearly in my throat. Then, with no motion from either of us, he started to pulse. I felt the first shot hit my throat, and pushed him back.

“OOOOooooohhhhhhhh!” DJ released the sound, as he released an enormous load onto my tongue. I rolled his ejaculate around in my mouth, loving the taste of his sweet cream.

“What does it taste like?” DJ asked.

I swallowed, so I could speak, “You’ve never tasted your cum?” DJ shook his head.

“I’ve sucked quite a few cocks in my life, but have never tasted cream as sweet as yours, DJ. Hold that thought.”

I squeezed the last dribbles of his cum out of his cock and onto the back of my hand. Then I held it up to his mouth and told him to lick it off.

Tasting a little of his own cum, DJ said, “It doesn’t taste nearly as bad as I thought it would. All cum doesn’t taste the same?”

“I think,” I answered, “It partly depends on what a guy eats or drinks. I don’t like the taste of cum from a man who drinks a lot of beer, and I read someplace that if a guy eats pineapple, his cum tastes like pineapple.”

DJ and I stepped out of the tub/shower and got dried, then slipped into the bedroom to get dressed for work.

“Am I driving us to work?” DJ asked.

“Not today,” I answered. “I want you to study that guide first. It gives you information and techniques, and also things you will need to know, in order to pass the written test to get your license. You will need to pass the written test, before they will give you a road test.” DJ nodded understandingly.

“Wow!” DJ exclaimed, as we entered the kitchen. The aroma of the beef roast permeated the air. “I’m hungry already. Are you sure it won’t burn?”

“The smell of good food cooking does have that effect, doesn’t it?” I replied, “No it won’t burn. I think we have time to stop at Chick Fillet and grab some lunch on our way to work, if that is good with you.”

“Sure as heck beats a peanut butter sandwich!” DJ responded with a smile.

We left the house, and stopped at Chick Fillet. DJ got a chicken sandwich and waffle fries, and I had chicken nuggets and waffle fries. We arrived at the drug store about 2:50 PM. Cynthia continued to train DJ on the checkout and I made my deliveries. We both clocked out at 9:00 PM and headed home.

“How do you like working at the drugstore?” I asked, while we traveled.

“I like it, a lot. Cynthia is a good teacher, she is mostly just watching over me, and helping me when I need help. She makes me do most of the work.”

“DJ, do you like chili?”

“Sometimes, which brand do you buy?”

“Buy?” I answered, “We don’t buy chili, we make it, from scratch. If you like chili, I’m thinking we could make some tomorrow, and maybe some corn muffins to go with it.”

“It sounds good, I’ve never had homemade chili, just Wal-Mart’s canned kind. I’ll bet your chili is good, like everything you cook. What’s with this ‘WE’ bit?”

“I’m not going to just cook for you, DJ, I’m going to teach you how to cook for us. That way we can both eat well, and we can cook for each other.”

I pulled the car under the carport, DJ got out and used his key to open the kitchen door, and stepped inside.

“Woo-Hoo!” DJ hollered, “It sure smells good in here!”

DJ was right. The tantalizing aroma hit me through the open back door before I even got inside the house.

I instructed DJ how to prepare some cornstarch and water for thickening the gravy. Then, he lifted the veggies out with a pair of tongs, and placed them in a bowl. Then he lifted the roast out, and placed in on a platter. It was so tender, it fell apart into 3 pieces.

With my guidance, DJ poured the juices from the crock-pot into a saucepan, and turned the heat on underneath. He added about a tablespoon of organic beef flavored Better-than-bouillon, and when it came to a boil, added the thickening and made the gravy.

A familiar knock sounded at the back door, and I hollered ‘come on in’ and Officer Joe let himself inside, dressed in his police uniform.

“I can’t stay long,” Joe said, “I’m on duty till midnight. I just wanted to check up on DJ.” Then, giving DJ a hug, “How’s it going DJ?”

“Couldn’t be much better!” DJ answered, smiling. “I got my learners permit today.” Joe smiled.

“Joe,” I said, “Dinner’s ready, can’t you take a meal break? We have plenty of food, and DJ prepared the whole meal.”

While Joe was on the radio with his Captain, I pulled the table out, making room for another chair, and set a third place setting on the table. His boss said he could take a half an hour off duty, unless there was an emergency.

We dug in. Joe and I both commented as to how delicious the food was, and after each comment DJ beamed. We weren’t just saying it, the food was very tasty. I know it built some confidence in DJ’s mind. When we finished eating, Joe asked if he could talk to me, privately, and we went outside to the back yard, while DJ started to clean up.

“Doug,” Joe said, “is DJ still working mornings?”

“Most of the time, Justin is scheduling us for the same times. I think he thinks he’s doing us a favor, and really he is. DJ can ride to work with me, and has a way home”

“Yeah, Doug, I see that,” Joe said, frowning a bit, “but that also makes it difficult for you and me to get some time together. I don’t want to force DJ out of your bed, just so we can have some fun.”

“Actually, Joe,” I responded, “DJ and I have already discussed this a little. I’ve prepped him some, that he needs to have his own room and bed. Then, if either of us wants to have an overnight guest, we can, comfortably. Give us a few days, and I think DJ will have his own bedroom. At least those are my plans.”

“Do you think DJ is really gay?” Joe asked.

“I think so. Last night we stopped and got a pizza and this really attractive young man waited on us. After we left the pizza joint, DJ mentioned that the kid was hot. What do you think?” Joe nodded in agreement.

Joe, grinning, “Doug, this house could become a gay hot spot! I would hope, once DJ has his own room, we could spend some nights together. I want to try to get a fire started again. I think you’re hot, and you know I’m hot for you!” Then, “I gotta go, I think I’ve already exceeded my half hour.”

Joe quickly kissed me, and headed for his patrol car. I would think, that if Joe and I reunite, we could both thank DJ for bringing us together again. I went back into the kitchen and helped DJ find containers to put the leftovers in, and put them in the fridge.

I sat at the table, watching DJ finish up the dishes and he spoke.

“You really like Joe, don’t you?”

“Yes, DJ, I do, actually I love him. We had a good thing going, about 20 years ago. I don’t know what happened. We didn’t have a fight and neither of us cheated, but somehow we just drifted apart. Joe and I have never lived together, maybe if we had, it wouldn’t have ended. Who knows.”

“So, if you guys get back together, and he moves in, I guess you will want me to move on out of here.”

“DJ! That will never happen!” I cried. “Yes, I love Joe, and I love you too, but they are two different kinds of love. I love Joe like a husband, and I love you like the son I never had.” Tears are sliding down my face. “DJ, you have a piece of my heart that no one else can ever have. Joe may come in and take half of my bed, but he can never have that part of my heart that you hold.”

I stepped over to DJ and wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly to me. I kissed his forehead and his cheek.

“DJ, I’m going to give you something to consider. I’ve thought about this for a while. If you would like, I would consider adopting you, legally. That would make you my legal son and me your legal father. If we did this, your last name would change from Jackson to Kendall. Just think it over.”

“That’s wild, Doug!” DJ responded, choking up. “I can’t believe you care enough—to want to go through all that. It wouldn’t be hard—to start calling you Dad—instead of Doug. I often think of you as a father anyway. Actually, if you don’t mind, I’d love to call you ‘Dad’ even without the adoption.”

“I don’t mind at all, Son!” I replied, and DJ smiled. “I’ve often thought, that if I had a son, how great it would be to have a son just like you!”

DJ, smiling with tears streaming, “Thanks, Dad. I love you! But I can’t really tell anyone that I sleep with my father.” DJ grinned.

We went to bed shortly afterwards, and I wrapped my arm around DJ. I’ve spent so many years sleeping alone, its like heaven to feel DJ’s body so close to mine. I’m so thankful that fate has brought us together.

“Dad,” DJ spoke softly, “I’m still not really used to the strange feeling of being loved and wanted, and it makes me high. I love you Dad.”

“I love you too, Son, more than you will ever know.” We drifted off to sleep.

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Friday morning I woke up ahead of DJ, made a trip to the bathroom, and went to the kitchen and started the coffee. Before it was even finished brewing, as I was standing at the counter, I didn’t see DJ approach me from behind. Suddenly I felt arms around my neck and his flaccid cock tickling my ass.

“Good morning, Dad.” DJ spoke, and kissed me on the cheek.”

“Good morning, Son,” I responded, smiling, “I am going to need assistance with something this morning. I think my old mattress and box springs need to be replaced. I want you to help me to select some new ones.”

“Why me?” DJ questioned, “It’s your bed.”

“But you sleep in it too. I want comfort for both of us, so we need to both agree on them.”

As DJ sipped on his first cup of coffee, I took a couple of the potatoes left from last night’s dinner, and diced them, preparing to make some home fries.

“You do like home fries, don’t you, son?” I queried, while donning the apron.

“I guess. I’ve never had them, but I like potatoes.”

Using some of the bacon grease from yesterday’s bacon I proceeded to fry the potatoes, sprinkling on some onion and garlic powder. Then I added some salt and pepper and paprika. I put some butter in the large frying pan, and prepared to fry some eggs, and DJ instinctively put four slices of bread in the toaster.

When the eggs were cooked, I placed the eggs on two plates, and split the potatoes between the plates. DJ buttered the toast, and we sat down to breakfast.

“Wow!” DJ exclaimed, “These potatoes are tasteeeeeeee! Dad, where did you learn to cook so good?”

“My mom was a really good cook, and I learned much from her when I was growing up. I also worked as a short order cook in a truck stop when I was young. This is how we did home fries, except we used soybean oil* instead of bacon fat. The truck drivers loved them.”

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(Author’s quick note to the savvy: *soybean oil is marketed to the public as ‘vegetable oil’ and is derived from soybeans, a legume. Look at ‘almost’ any ‘vegetable oil’ in a grocery store for the ingredients, usually 100% soybean oil.)
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“I think I’d like to meet your mom,” DJ commented.

I responded, tearing up a bit, “I wish I could introduce you to her, Son. Mom, rest her soul, passed away over 5 years ago, 3 years after Dad passed. I know my Mom would have liked you!”

DJ, a sad look on his face, “I’m so sorry, Dad.”

“It’s OK DJ, it’s just a part of life that we have to accept.”

We finished breakfast. DJ picked up the dishes and put them in the sink, and we both went to the bedroom and got dressed. Then we headed to the furniture store to look at mattresses and box springs. I had a plan, knowing that we both were scheduled to work today at 3:00 but I am scheduled off for Saturday. DJ is scheduled to work Saturday at 9:00 AM, covering the shift for Lois, as she wanted to be off for a friends wedding on Saturday.

The salesman at the furniture store was a typical salesman, trying to sell us a house full of new furniture. I told him, no, that all we wanted was a new mattress and box springs. He showed us soft, medium, firm and extra firm mattresses. DJ and I tried lying down on the various beds.

“What do you think, Son?” I questioned. “I want your input.”

DJ tested one more time, comparing the medium, firm and extra firm.

“I think the firm feels best,” DJ commented. I agreed.

The salesman and I dickered pricing, and I told him I would like them delivered on Saturday. He tried to sell us on a new bed frame, but I held my ground. It was determined that the delivery men would pick up the old set, and they would make delivery between 10:00 AM and 1:00 PM on Saturday.

DJ and I returned home about 10:00 AM. I told DJ I had some business to attend to and would be back within about an hour. I suggested that he start to study the driver’s manual, while I was gone.

I circled back to the furniture store, and got hold of the same salesman. I told him we didn’t really need to have the old set picked up, and that I was making this purchase for my son’s room. He looked at me a little strange.

“That was your son, that was with you earlier?” he questioned.

“Adopted,” I explained. “I’ve never been married. I met DJ a few weeks ago and he was living in a horrible situation. I rescued him from that hell hole, and he is now living with me.” I continued, “He’s a great kid, and just needed a chance. I love him as much as I would the biological son I never had.”

“I wanted to surprise him, and actually, I do want a new bed frame and a chest of draws to match it, and maybe a desk also, as he wants to start taking classes at the community college this fall. I just want to help him be all that he can be.”

“Let me show you what we have,” the salesman said, smiling. “A lot of young people really like these ebony finished furnishings. We have a couple of different sizes of dressers, and this bed also has a built in shelf for books or whatever.” Then, pointing to a wider dresser, “this one also has a mirror, and four large and 2 smaller drawers for stuff like socks and underwear.”

“And here is a desk with the same finish, capable of housing a computer, with plenty of workspace. What do you think?”

“I think,” I replied, “that you just sold us a bedroom full of furniture! And I think DJ will love it. I asked for his assistance this morning to select a mattress, because he is the one going to be sleeping on it. What is all this going to cost me?”

The salesman started to put data into the computer. “I can do the whole thing for just $878.66 with tax and delivery.”

“Can’t you do a little better than that?” I said, “You need to sharpen that pencil a little.”

“We did have that line on sale a couple weeks ago. Let me talk to the boss and see what I can do.”

About 5 minutes later he returned, smiling. “Ok, here’s the deal. He said I can give you the sale prices, even though the sale time is over, and I can give you free delivery if it is less than 10 miles. What is the address?”

I gave him our address and added, “It’s only a couple miles away.”

He went back to the computer changing some of the data.

“With the sale prices, and free delivery, $692.38. I cut you almost $200. Will that be cash or charge?”

“I’d like to pay cash, but”—and I laid down my VISA card. “Please do the best you can on the delivery time. DJ is working tomorrow, and I want to surprise him when he gets home. Thanks, dude.”

I left the furniture store and stopped at K-Mart on the way home, and picked up a couple new pillows for DJ’s bed. I didn’t want DJ to see them, so I stashed them in the trunk. Looking at the time, I knew we weren’t going to have time to do the chili today, as we were both scheduled at 3:00 and it was already almost 1:30.

When I walked into the house, DJ was sitting at the kitchen table, studying the manual from DMV. He looked up at me, smiling, and told me he had read almost all of it. How I love this young man. I realized he has changed, from the young, scarred and shy boy I met a few weeks ago. He is now much more open, and has developed more confidence. I think I have won the trust I really needed him to have in me.

“I think the chili is gonna have to wait,” I stated, “we are both due at work in less than an hour and a half. How about some Bojangles for lunch today?”

“You know me, Dad,” DJ replied, “I’ll try most anything once, even if I’ve never had it. The only fried chicken I’ve ever had was what Mama sometimes brought home from Wal-Mart.”

Emotionally, I melt, every time he calls me ‘Dad.’ It just makes me feel great. We were both ready to face another Friday evening at Southside Drug. DJ was still training with Cynthia, but tomorrow he was going to be on his own for the first time, as he was covering for Lois. Justin would be there, if he ran into any obstacles, to bail him out.

I let DJ drive us to work that day, since he had been studying the manual. He was picking up the driving pretty well, even though I was a little nervous, probably without warrant. With my guidance, he drove us to
Bojangles and we had fried chicken for lunch. DJ liked it, a lot. Then he drove us to the drug store.

When we left that night, DJ mentioned that we were nearly out of bread, so we drove to the supermarket. While there I got some store-made coleslaw from the deli as well. DJ spotted some bread that, surprisingly, I had never noticed before, called ‘Daves Killer Bread.’ We bought a loaf of that, plus a loaf of the bread we were in the habit of using. Then DJ drove us home.

We cut up and heated some of the roast in the left over gravy, and I fixed some instant mashed potatoes, so we had open faced hot roast beef sandwiches, mashed potatoes, and coleslaw for supper. I told DJ that, since I was off tomorrow and he had to be at work at 9:00 AM, I would catch the dishes in the morning.

By the time we were done with supper it was after 10:30. I put the left over ‘left-overs’ away and we both were ready to head to bed. While DJ was brushing his teeth, I prepared the coffee for morning. I told DJ that it was ready, and all one of us has to do is flip the switch on.

I set the alarm for 7:00 AM, and we both crawled into bed, and I wrapped my arm around DJ.

“Dad,” DJ spoke softly, “I hope you realize how much I appreciate everything you have done, and are still doing for me, and how much I love you.”

“Son,” I returned, “I’ve been watching, as you progress into a man. I couldn’t be any prouder than I am of you.”

I really enjoy sleeping with DJ. Most of the time, we don’t even think or talk about anything sexual, but there sure is a lot of love between us. I bless the day he walked into my yard, just wanting to cut my grass for a few dollars. We drifted off to sleep…………

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Beep—Beep—Beep—Beep the alarm was sounding. How can it be 7:00 AM already? Well, maybe, as the sun was peeking through the blinds. Like myself, I think DJ would have preferred to not hear the alarm. Somehow we managed to lift our carcasses out of the bed. DJ ran out of the bedroom to the kitchen and flipped the switch on the coffee maker. I, being an older man, was attempting to make it to the bathroom without leaking on the floor.

Whew, I made it today, but once in a while I start to pee a couple of squirts before I get to the toilet. DJ barged in, sliding beside me, and aimed for the open top of the bowl, and letting a powerful stream out and into the abyss.

“Sorry, Dad, I was running out of time!” he exclaimed. “I started the coffee brewing.”

I cannot believe how natural it seems for DJ to now call me ‘Dad.’ Not once in the last 2 days has he started to call me ‘Doug’. And every time he calls me ‘Dad’ I can feel my head swelling. I wonder when it will explode, yet, hearing him call me ‘Dad’ has a wonderful ring to it, and I love hearing it.

We didn’t take time to prepare an elaborate breakfast. I fried 2 eggs for myself, and 3 eggs for DJ. We tried out the ‘new’ killer bread, and quickly decided that was to be our bread of choice. DJ elected to only eat 2 slices of toast today, instead of his usual 3 or 4. He was already dressed for work, and I was still naked.

“Dad, I know you worry when I ride my bike to work, but today is nice. It also will still be daylight when I am coming home, as I will be getting off about 4:00 PM, so don’t worry about taking me to work today.”

“Are you sure, Son?” I said.

“I’m sure, Dad.” DJ hugged me and I hugged him back, laying a kiss on his forehead. “I love you, Dad, see you about 4:30. Enjoy your Saturday off.”

DJ mounted his bike and took off. I think it was the first time he’d ridden it in over a week. He was right, I do worry when he is riding his bike after dark, especially in some parts of town. I lounged around, sipping on a third cup of coffee.

I was expecting the furniture delivery sometime after 10:00 AM, so I went ahead and got dressed, just in case they came early, so I wouldn’t get caught naked. Good thing I did, as the furniture van pulled up about 9:30. One of the men came to the front door, and verified that this was the correct house.

I showed him the nearly empty room where everything was to go. He went back outside, and they started to bring the stuff in, setting up the bed, then placing the box spring and mattress. There was a nook beside the closet that made an ideal location for the desk. The new dresser needed to go where the old chest of drawers was still standing. The old chest we moved to the end of the hallway, just outside DJ’s doorway.

Once everything was in and in place, I thought the room looked great. I’m really anxious to see DJ’s reaction. I signed the delivery ticket and the two deliverymen left. Looking over the room, I wished I’d thought to add a bedside table, then realized, there were sliding doors on both sides of the headboard, and plenty of room for something like a lamp or clock radio on top.

I knew I had stored some extra sheets in that old chest of drawers that had been in DJ’s room, and is now in the hall. Opening a drawer, I decided maybe he would like plaid sheets, and took out a set with matching pillowcases. I had to go to my car to get the new pillows I had bought yesterday.

I went ahead and made up DJ’s bed, then realized I didn’t have an extra bedspread. I will get DJ a new spread, but I think I will let him choose the one he wants. For tonight, it’ll just be a blanket on top. He may not even sleep in the new bed tonight.

It’s only about 1:00 PM and DJ is working until 4:00. He’ll be home about 4:30. I can hardly wait. I have a plan!

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

About 2:00 PM UPS brought a couple of packages into the drugstore, and DJ signed for them, and took them back to Justin, who was the registered pharmacist today. Unbeknown to DJ, one of the packages contained his new polo shirts.

At 4:00 PM Cynthia had just clocked in, and came up front to relieve DJ.

“How did it go today?” Cynthia asked DJ, smiling.

“Pretty decent. It wasn’t terribly busy, but everything went well. I only had to call for Justin’s help once.”

“You were a good trainee, DJ,” Cynthia said, smiling, “I think you’ll do fine here. I’m going to miss you.” Cynthia gave DJ a warm hug.

“Good luck, Cynthia,” DJ responded, “I’m going to miss you too. Is this your last day?”

“No, tomorrow is.”

DJ went back to clock out, and Justin asked him to hold on a minute, then handed him the package with his six new polo shirts. They were red, like everyone else’s, with Southside Drug and Pharmacy embroidered on the right side, and DJ embroidered on the left.

“I rode my bike in today,” DJ explained. “Is it okay if I leave them here for tonight, and I’ll have Dad get them tomorrow when he is here with the car.”

“Dad?” Justin queried.

“Doug,” DJ answered. “Well, he has been like a father to me, and I feel comfortable calling him ‘Dad’ and I think he likes it too.”

“That’ll be fine, DJ.” Justin smiled.

DJ clocked out, hopped on his bike and headed home.

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

I’d been doing a lot around the house today, and somehow I didn’t really feel like cooking tonight. I’m also dying to see what happens when DJ discovers his room. It’s 4:30 and DJ is due home any minute. The back door opened, and DJ slipped in and headed to the refrigerator to get some water, and poured himself a glass.

“Hey,” I said, “How was work today?”

“It was fine, Dad, a little busier than some days. I need to ask you a favor though, my shirts came today and I’m off tomorrow, if you can put them in the car and bring them home I would appreciate it. Just ask Justin for them.”

“Not a problem, Son. I did a little rearranging today. While I decide about something for dinner, why don’t you go ahead and put all your clothes away. There should be adequate room in the dresser in the other bedroom now.”

When approaching the bedroom, DJ noticed the chest at the end of the hallway. He had placed s few of his clothes in a couple of the drawers, and he checked them, finding only sheets and pillowcases, or towels and washcloths in any of the drawers. He cautiously opened the door to the bedroom…………….

“DAD!” DJ hollered, as if there was an emergency.

“DJ, are you OK?” I asked, as I approached him, and flicked on the overhead light.

DJ was at a loss for words, just pointing into the room.

“You don’t like it?” I queried, smirking a little.

“It’s—It’s—beautiful, but who is going to use it?”

“I hope you are,” I responded. “I said earlier that you really needed to have your own room. Especially when you start school in a few weeks.”

“I guess you don’t want me to sleep with you anymore. You could have gotten just a twin sized bed.”

“I didn’t say that, DJ. But if Joe happens to spend the night here with me, I wouldn’t want to kick you to the couch. That would kill your back.” Then, “And, as I said earlier, you might want to have someone sleep over with you and it would be really tight with a twin bed. Besides, I didn’t have any twin sheets hanging around, but have plenty of full sized ones.”

“I’m sorry Dad, I didn’t mean to sound unappreciative. You could put a man into cardiac arrest with those kinds of shocks. I love it. So you didn’t get the new mattress for your bed?”

“No, DJ. My mattress is fine.”

“Then why did you want me to help you pick one out?

“Because I wanted to make sure you would find the mattress most comfortable for you. I would have agreed, to which ever one you selected. The salesman helped me out on selecting the actual furniture. He said that most young people really liked that Ebony finished style.”

“He batted 100% on that.” DJ responded, “I really love it, and I love you too, but you can be a real sneaky dog!” DJ grinned.

As we both went to the kitchen, DJ asked what I was planning for supper.

“I really don’t feel like cooking tonight, DJ. I’ve done quite a bit of work today. I’m thinking, Saturday night would be a good night for pizza.”

“Same place we got it last time?” DJ inquired.

“Yeah, but let’s eat it in, instead of bringing it home. Maybe your cutie will be working, and can wait on us.”

DJ, blushing, “Dad, you even agreed he was cute, but he’s probably still in High School.”

“We can find out,” I stated, grinning. “Let’s go, you’re driving.”

I handed the keys to DJ, and we headed to the car and got in. DJ carefully backed out of the driveway and we drove to the pizza parlor without incident. DJ is becoming more competent and skilled every time he drives.

We were hardly inside when this blonde, blue eyed, somewhat well built, cutie met us.

“Good evening gentlemen, are you eating in tonight?” He asked.

“If you can wait on us.” I answered.

“I’d be delighted to, come this way please. By the way my name is Jamie.” And he led us to a booth.

I sat in the left side of the booth, and DJ took the right.

Jamie, leaning his right forearm on DJ’s shoulder, and holding the order pad in his left hand asked what our drinks would be. DJ asked for Pepsi and I was going to ask for just water, then decided on Pepsi also, though I rarely drink sodas. He laid menus in front of both of us.

“I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

Looking over at DJ I said, “Son, quit drooling!”

DJ, grinning and slightly red faced, “But Dad, he is so hot!”

When Jamie returned with the drinks, I asked him what school he attended. He said he had just graduated from the local High School in June, just a few days before his 18th birthday. He also said he planned to go to the community college this fall. He then asked if we were ready to order.

“We want pizza. DJ what is your preference?

Jamie said “We have a new pizza that is not on the menu, Chicken Alfredo. It has Alfredo Sauce, instead of the red sauce, and has chicken, diced tomatoes, bacon and cheese. It is, in my opinion, very tasty. Most people like it.”

DJ is nodding, and I told Jamie we’d try it, in a medium.

“See DJ. He told us a lot, he’s legal, graduated and planning to go to CC. My Gaydar is on high alert. You need to see if he might be looking for friends, maybe you can swap numbers. Tell him you plan to go to CC also, and ask him if he works out.”

A few minutes later Jamie delivered our pizza, and asked if there was anything else we needed.

DJ spoke, “Jamie, I’m also planning to start at CC in the fall. Right now, Dad’s helping me to get a drivers license and I’m trying to save some money up to buy a car and also for tuition.”

“Cool! What curriculum?”

“I’m not sure, yet. Do you work out?”

“Yeah, some. I try to get into the gym at least 2 or 3 times a week. I’m looking for a workout buddy, would you be interested?”

“I’ve never worked out,” DJ replied, “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“I can help you,” Jamie replied, “Let me get you some refills.”

When Jamie brought back the refills, he also brought a restaurant business card, with his name and cell number on the back, and handed it to DJ.

“I can’t really talk anymore as I have other customers to serve. By the way, what is your name?”

“Dewain Jovan Jackson, but I go by DJ”

“Call me, we’ll talk!” He bumped fists with DJ.

DJ and I had killed the pizza, which was, as Jamie stated, very tasty. We both left about half a glass of Pepsi. I took the ticket to the register, and Jamie slid my VISA through the machine. I signed the receipt and added a $10 tip. Jamie smiled, and thanked me graciously.

We entered the car, and DJ drove us toward home.

“You know he likes you,” I said.

“How do you know that?” DJ replied, “He might have just been really friendly.”

“Nobody gives their phone number to people they don’t like. He did tell you to call him, and he won’t have your number until you do. He seems like a really nice young man.”

“I’ll put Jamie’s number in my phone when I get home. The only people that have my number are you and the store, and most of the time I haven’t even had it with me, but I probably should carry it.”

“Yep, I agree, it’s good to have for an emergency.”

(to be continued)