DJ - 4. Chapter 4

DJ – Chapter 4

A love story by Douglas Spencer

DJ went to his room, and started to put away his clothes into the new dresser. He located his phone, which was in need of a charge, and plugged it into the wall charger. He cannot quite understand the attraction he has for Jamie, and cannot help but feel that there is a similar attraction on Jamie’s end. He knows he wants Jamie’s friendship.

He unpacked his winter jacket from one bag, and his footwear, and hung the jacket in the closet. He placed the footwear on the closet floor. He then went into Dad’s bedroom, and pulled the few articles of clothing and the old sneakers from that bottom draw, carrying them over and putting them away into the new dresser and added the old sneakers to the closet floor.

He looked at his phone again, almost 50% charged. That should be enough to try and make the call. The pizzeria closed at 11:00 and it is now 11:30. Jamie should be done with work by now. Looking at the card, DJ put in the number, and pushed ‘add contact’ then spelling out ‘Jamie’ and hit save.

Here goes, DJ hit the call button, and a distant ring sounded.

“Hello?” a voice said.

“Jamie, this is DJ, I probably can’t talk long cause my phone was nearly discharged.”

“DJ! Dude! I’m so glad you called!”

“Any particular reason?”

“Several that I can think of, first off, I wanted your number. Secondly, I want to get to know you. You never gave me an answer about being my workout buddy. And I’m really curious as to who that older man is that was with you tonight?”

“OK,” DJ replied, “You have my number now, and I want to get to know you too. When can you start teaching me how to work out? And that older man is my Dad!”

“But he’s—he’s—well, you don’t look anything like him.”

“I think,” DJ laughed, “you’re trying to say he’s white?”

“Yeaaaahh.”

“OK, he’s not my biological father,” DJ explained, “but he’s the best Dad any boy could ever hope for. The whole story is kinda complicated, but I’ll be happy to share it with you when we’ve got a couple hours to kill together.”

“I hope we can find lot’s of hours to kill together. Do you work anywhere?”

“Yeah, Dad delivers prescriptions for Southside Drug, and he helped me get hired there as a clerk and cashier. Mostly I work 3 to 9 on weekdays. I’m off tomorrow, are you?”

“I wish I was. One of the day servers is sick, so I’m doubling. I’m working her shift from 11 to 5 and my shift from 4-10, when we close. We are closed on Monday’s though, so everybody is off. Maybe you and I can go to the gym Monday morning? I can get you in as a guest.”

“I think I’d like that Jamie. Call me tomorrow night, OK? My phone is about to die again, and you’ve got a long day tomorrow. Nite, Jamie.”

“Goodnight, Dewain Jovan,” Jamie laughed, “See, I remembered!”

DJ wandered back down to the kitchen where I was. “I thought some hot cocoa would be good before bed, it’s about ready.” I said. “What have you been doing for the last 2 hours?”

“I finally got all my clothes put away, and I’ve been chatting with Jamie the last half hour on the phone. Poor guy has to work a double tomorrow. He is off Monday, and wants to introduce me to the gym, and I’m a little excited about that.”

“I’m sure you are,” I said, smiling, “and I have an idea that is not the only thing exciting you. There is enough electricity flowing between you two to power this house!” DJ blushed. “Where is the gym?”

“I don’t know. I should have asked Jamie. I hope it’s within riding distance.” Then, “He’s going to call me after work tomorrow night and I’ll ask him.”

DJ and I finished our cocoa, and just sat there at the table for a few minutes, talking small talk. We were, I think, both ready for bed.

“You gonna try out your new bed tonight?” I asked.

“Not unless you’re kicking me out of yours. I kinda wanted to keep it clean, in case—well for now anyway.”

“I understand, DJ, in case you have company.” I smiled.

We both stripped, and crawled into my bed. I wrapped my arms around this beautiful young man, wondering how many more times I would have that privilege. Sooner or later, some guy is gonna steal his heart, and I’m feeling it’s going to be sooner. We soon fell asleep.

Sunday morning I woke up about 9:00 AM, alone in the bed. When I arose, I looked down at the floor, both mine and DJ’s clothes were where we had dropped them the night before. I went to the bathroom, then headed toward the kitchen.

“Good morning, Dad,” DJ said, smiling, “coffee’s ready,” and filled my cup.

“Dad, I need to ask a couple of questions. Do we have a blender?”

“Right down in that cupboard, DJ.”

“Would it—be all right if Jamie was to spend the night here with me tonight?” I nodded an affirmative.

“He says the gym he goes to is about 5 miles away. He’s working until 10:00 PM tonight, and he wants to pick up some stuff for our breakfast at his house, then coming here to sleep. Then we can go to the gym from here. He’s got a car. Thanks, Dad!” DJ smiled.

“He is going to call me sometime this afternoon, when he gets a break,” DJ added, smiling.

I stood up behind DJ, where he was sitting at the table, and placed my arms around his neck, my hands on his chest. I kissed him on his forehead.

Choking up a little, “DJ, you have no idea how much joy you have brought into this old man’s heart, and home.”

DJ stood up and faced me, he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me closely, his beautiful cock touching mine. I absolutely love the feeling of his cock against mine. I think we both enjoy the freedom of being naked in our home.

DJ ran off to his bedroom, and appeared a few minutes later, dressed in his old jeans, T-shirt and the old sneakers. He reached up by the back door and grabbed the key for the shed.

“What about some breakfast,” I stated.

“I already ate,” He answered, “I want to get the grass cut before it gets too hot.” DJ headed out the back door.

It occurred to me that neither DJ nor myself had even mentioned the grass, which was now about 5” high. We had been so busy doing other things, and working. I was pleased that DJ took it upon himself to just tackle it. This young man just never ceases to amaze me. DJ is cutting the grass—how the whole situation started, only a few weeks ago. My cell phone rang.

“Hi Joe, what’s up?”

“I just got off duty, and I’m about ready to crash. How’s the spare room renovation going?”

“DJ’s room? It’s beautiful, Joe, DJ loves the furniture I selected. He still hasn’t slept in the new bed, but I think it may get initiated tonight.”

“How’s that, Doug?”

“Well, DJ has met this really cute Twink, Jamie, that works at the pizzeria. Joe, you can see the magnetism between these two. Anyway, Jamie may be staying over tonight with DJ, so they can go to the gym tomorrow. Jamie wants to teach DJ about working out—and who knows what else!” I chuckled.

“Doug, remember when we were younger, how easy it was to hook up with guys? I do love to watch young love grow, though. I wonder if it will go anywhere?”

“Who knows. I am kind of wondering, Joe, are we going anywhere?”

“Actually, Doug, I called to ask you for a date tonight. I have to be back on duty at midnight, but there is a live musical production, one of the Rogers and Hammerstein shows, at the old Regal Theater. Would you like to go with me tonight, please? Maybe DJ would like to go also.”

“I’d love to go Joe, what’s the time frame?”

“Show starts at 7:30, so we need to leave your house a little before 7:00.”

“I’ll be ready, baby. I don’t think DJ will want to go, as he is expecting Jamie to drop by for the night, and I know he wants to be here. You know Joe, now that DJ has his own room, overnight company is welcome in my room! No reservation is required. Hint, hint.”

“As I said, Doug, I have to be on duty at midnight tonight, but I’m off on Wednesday and Thursday. Let’s plan something for one, or both, of those nights. Doug, I do want to make this work, this time around. I love you."

“Joe, can you come a little earlier than 7:00, maybe about 5:30? I’m planning to grill steak and veggies for DJ and myself. I’d be very happy to pick up another steak!”

“You’re on, Baby. You know I don’t like my steak overcooked?”

“I know, Joe. Don’t worry, It might still ‘moo’ a little.”

“That’s cool, Doug, glad you remembered. I gotta get some shuteye, see you and DJ about 5:30. Luv ya!”

Just a couple minutes after we hung up, DJ walked in and poured a tall glass of water from the fridge. He was staring at me, while he guzzled it.

“OK Dad, what’s that shit eaten grin on your face about?”

“Not much, DJ, just that I’ve got a date tonight, and we’ve got company for dinner. While you’re finishing up the yard, I’m going to go pick up some groceries. Anything you want me to get while I’m there?”

“Would it be too much to ask for some ice cream?”

“Nope! What flavor?”

“Most anything but strawberry or three flavor.”

I headed to the market. I picked up 3 rib eye steaks, baking potatoes, some salad veggies, and some other veggies that would be good for grilling, and containers of Chocolate Moose Tracks and Butter Pecan Ice Cream. By the time I returned DJ had finished the outside work and was guzzling another glass of water.

“Is Joe the company we’re expecting for dinner?” I just nodded, and DJ went in, stripped and took a shower, re-appearing shortly after, wearing a fresh T-shirt and shorts, and his better sneakers.

I had dinner pretty much under control, and DJ offered to prepare the tossed salads for me, and I appreciated his help. About 5:15 I had everything cooked, except for the steaks, and then put two of them on the grill. I was holding off on Joe’s steak as he likes it rare, and DJ and I preferred ours more in the medium range.

Joe sneaked in on us, came up behind DJ and wrapped his arms around him, gave him a loving squeeze, and kissed him on the cheek.

“Hi, Officer Joe,” DJ said, smiling, and turning around to return the hug to Joe.

“I think,” Joe said, “we’re all family here, DJ, just call me Joe.”

Dinner went off without a hitch, the steaks were charbroiled to perfection. DJ handled the steak knife with much more competence than the last time. We quietly ate at the picnic table in the back yard, with just normal conversation. Joe invited DJ to go with us to the musical, and, as I had anticipated, DJ declined, having something else on his mind.

While I went into the bathroom to freshen up a bit, and then to my bedroom to change, DJ and Joe brought in the dirty dishes in from the backyard, and DJ prepared to wash up the dishes.

“Off—Joe,” DJ spoke, “I would like to show you something.” DJ led Joe to his bedroom and opened the door, turning on the overhead light. The pride DJ had in that room glowed on his face.

“It’s beautiful, DJ. Have you slept in it yet?”

“No, but my new friend, Jamie, is staying over tonight, so I guess we’ll break it in. Jamie is introducing me to his gym tomorrow morning. He wants me to be his workout buddy.” DJ went on, “Maybe when you and Dad get back, you can meet him. He’s really nice.”

I was ready. Joe and I walked out the back door to Joe’s personal car, and Joe drove us to the theater. It turned out to be the most like a ‘real’ date that I had been on in years. The couple of ‘dates’ Joe and I had recently shared were both bedroom sessions. This time we were really going out!

The production was right decent, and enjoyable. We would have liked a seat closer to the front, but they had sold out early, so we were toward the back. With the exception of those times when applause was needed, Joe never let go of my hand.

On the way back home I said, “Joe, the only thing that keeps this from being a perfect date, is that it should end with us together in bed!”

“Baby, I totally agree. But you know I have to be on duty at midnight.”

It was nearly 11:00 when Joe and I got to our house. There was a strange car parked in the driveway, behind mine. Joe said he couldn’t stay more than a few minutes, but he did come in. The two boys were seated at the table, each with a sizeable dish of Moose Tracks. DJ arose when Joe and I came in.

“Jamie,” DJ stated, “I’d like you to meet Officer Joe Reynolds from the Police Department, Joe, my friend Jamie. Jamie, he’s one of the good cops. He is a good friend of Dad’s and mine. Without Joe’s help, I don’t know where I would be today.”

Jamie and Joe shook hands. Joe said, smiling, “Jamie, I know you, you work at the pizzeria where we sometimes get lunch.”

Jamie, nodding, “You look a little different out of uniform. I’m glad to meet you.”

“Doug,” Joe motioned me to follow him outside. “I wanted to kiss you goodnight, but I was a little uncomfortable doing it in from of Jamie. I don’t know him that well, and I don’t want to create waves. I had a really good time with you tonight, and I hope we can get some time together Wednesday or Thursday when I’m off. You know I love you!”

Joe drove off, leaving me with that strange, empty feeling I always seem to get when we have to part. I walked back into the house. The boys had just finished the ice cream, and DJ rinsed out the bowls, leaving them in the sink.

“Dad, I hope you don’t mind. Jamie and I are planning to hit the gym in the morning, and I think we’re about ready to hit the sack.” Jamie nodded.

“Actually, I’m not far behind. Are you finally going to initiate that new mattress? Goodnight boys, see you tomorrow.” I headed to my bedroom.

The boys went into DJ’s bedroom, and started to undress. Both took off their sneakers and socks, shorts and t-shirts, and DJ removed his boxers.

“You’re sleeping naked?” Jamie asked.

“Dad and I always sleep raw, it feels good.”

“Well, I guess, when in Rome!” as Jamie removed his boxer briefs.

DJ observed that Jamie had about 5½’ inches of flaccid cock, about the same as he sported. He walked over by the door and turned off the overhead light, leaving the only illumination in the room the moonlight that was coming in the window. The two boys slipped into bed, between the sheets.

“It feels strange,” Jamie spoke softly, “sleeping naked with another boy in bed.”

“If you’d rather,” DJ replied, “I can go sleep with Dad, and you can have this bed to yourself.”

“No. I didn’t say I didn’t like it, it’s—just—different, I’ve never slept with another boy before.”

Both of the guys adjusted their positions, so that the entire length of their bodies were touching each other. DJ was used to the warm touch of mans flesh against his, but the feeling was foreign to Jamie. Jamie thought about moving over, then decided to enjoy the closeness.

Jamie propped himself up on one elbow and used the fingers of his other hand to trace the outline of DJ’s face and lips. Could those lips possibly be as sweet as they looked? He finally got the nerve that he needed, to attempt to taste those lips. He is hoping against hope, that DJ doesn’t take offense.

Jamie bent his neck, lowering his face ever closer to DJ’s face, those beautiful, enticing lips only a couple inches away from his.

“What are you doing?” DJ softly asked, “Are you trying to kiss me?”

“I’m sorry, DJ. I’ve never kissed a boy. I just, I don’t know, I want to taste your lips, I want to see if they are as sweet as they look. I like you, and I don’t want this friendship to end over my stupidity! Can you forgive me?”

“Jamie, I’ve never kissed, or been kissed, on the lips. How would we know how it feels, if we don’t try it. I’m willing to give it a try!”

“So, you’re OK with me trying to steal a kiss from you?”

“Yeah, but you better do it, before I chicken out.” DJ grinned.

Once again, Jamie lowered his lips close to DJ’s. He extended his tongue a little, licking those full lips. DJ’s lips parted, his tongue slid out, searching for Jamie’s tongue. They found each others tongues, and both of them felt the inside of the others mouths with their tongues.

They separated a few inches, both boys catching their breaths, and feeling some excitement in their groins.

“Jamie, I think I liked that. How was it for you?”

“Pretty exciting, and arousing, DJ, are you—hard?”

DJ, snickering, “Yeah, what about you?”

“Yep. The only girl I ever dated was Melissa, I took her to my Senior Prom. When I took her home, we kissed goodnight on her front porch, and it was a long French kiss, with our tongues in each other’s mouths. But I felt nothing, you know, down below. Right now I’m as hard as a rock!”

“I never dated any girls,” DJ commented, “I was just a poor black boy from the projects, and none of the girls were even remotely interested in me. I really didn’t have any friends, of either sex.”

“DJ, have you ever received a blowjob?”

“Yeah, a few times, just in the last few weeks though. Dad was the first to ever suck me off. I love the feeling of my cock in his mouth. He says my cream is the sweetest he ever tasted. What about you?”

“No, never been sucked. I need to tell you something, DJ. Back in school, I was a little different. Some of the guys figured out I might be gay, and a couple of them became friends, mostly because they wanted me to take care of them, once in a while. I didn’t really mind, they were cool, but they never reciprocated.”

“One time, these four jocks cornered me in the locker room. They threatened they would catch me after school and beat the crap out of me if I didn’t suck them all off. I didn’t want to, but I was scared, so I did it.”

“Wow, I guess you’ve been left with a few scars too. I could never force someone to have sex with me. Can we kiss a little more?”

Jamie tackled those thick lips again, their tongues did a dance again, and both guys grew rock hard again, this time, both feeling the others cock, and sliding their fingers on the precum that formed at the pee slit.

“DJ,” Jamie softly spoke, “I really want to taste your chocolate cock, I need to find out if your cream is really that sweet.”

Jamie shuffled his body down on the bed, kneeling between DJ’s ankles, and started to lower his lips down and around DJ’s beautiful erection, lapping around the glans and then taking most of it into his mouth. While he was slowly and lovingly bobbing on DJ’s cock, his hands were caressing DJ’s sides, just below his ribs. DJ was in ecstasy, but feeling his orgasm starting to build. He didn’t really want to cum just yet, but knew Jamie had complete control.

“Jamie,” DJ whispered, “I’m gonna cum, soon.”

Jamie pulled off of DJ’s cock, and started to suck on DJ’s jewels, taking one at a time into his mouth, and DJ relaxed a little. Then he released them and started to lick DJ’s perineum, causing DJ to be right on the edge of his orgasm. Jamie had DJ moaning. Finally, Jamie took that member back into his mouth, and DJ arched his back, preparing to shoot once again, and Jamie pulled off again, teasing DJ.

“Jamie! I’m soooo hot! Please finish me, I’m so close, I need to get off!”

Jamie slid his mouth back on to DJ’s cock, gripping a little tighter with his mouth. DJ arched again, and Jamie felt DJ’s cock starting to pulse, 1,2,3.

“Oh, shit, Jamie, Ohhhhhooooooohhhhh, Fuck!” and DJ shot a huge load into Jamie’s waiting mouth and throat, Jamie swallowing all but the last few drops.

Jamie, rolling the last couple drops around on his tongue, “You’re Dad’s right! I half expected it to taste like a chocolate milkshake, but it was still the sweetest, just like you DJ!”

The two boys snuggled back together, DJ recovering from his orgasm, and Jamie feeling pleased with his success at giving DJ one of the best blowjobs DJ had ever had. DJ ran his hand down Jamie’s torso, feeling that Jamie was still almost rock hard and having a desire to make him soft.

DJ started to position himself, preparing to return the favor. DJ’s butt was in the air over his pillow, and he knelt down, laying his head on Jamie’s stomach, with Jamie’s erection pointed toward his face, only a couple inches away. DJ stretched his tongue out, licking the pre from the tip of Jamie’s cock.

“DJ,” Jamie said, “You don’t have to, I know you’ve never done that, I understand.”

“You said no one has ever sucked your cock, Jamie. I’ve never sucked one, either, but I want to suck yours. I may not be experienced, but I want to at least try to make you feel as good, as you did me. I want your vanilla cock in my mouth, I want to taste your juice.”

DJ moved his head down more toward Jamie’s cock, licking it, and taking the head into his mouth. He gradually started to slide more of that cock into his mouth, as Jamie started to moan, and gently rock his pelvis, matching the mouth actions of DJ.

Feeling his cock inside another’s mouth was completely foreign to Jamie, but yet exciting and wonderful. Not only in just another guy’s mouth, but in DJ’s mouth, which made it even better. As DJ worked his tongue and mouth around Jamie’s cock, Jamie was developing a sense of belonging with DJ.

“DJ, I’m feeling like I’m not too far away. I’ve been so hot for so long. Do want me to cum in your mouth?”

DJ, pulling off a few seconds, “Is there a better way for me to taste you?”

The last comment from Jamie caused DJ to put on the steam. DJ started to play with Jamie’s nipples, and massaging his balls. He felt a couple of pulses in Jamie’s cock, and gripped it tighter between his lips. It was just enough to send Jamie over the edge.

“Ready or not,” Jamie gasped, “I’m cummiiiiiinnnnnnggggg!”

DJ was ready, anticipating the vanilla flavored man juice from Jamie’s loins and balls. Three, Four, even five ropes of sweet cream shot into DJ’s mouth, which he swallowed like a pro. The last few dribbles he kept on his tongue, trying to decipher the flavor.

“Are you okay, buddy?” Jamie queried.

“I’m fine,” DJ answered, grinning, “It wasn’t exactly like vanilla, but it wasn’t bad, not at all. I’m glad Dad got me to taste my own cum a few days ago. I was better prepared for tonight. You tasted good, but different than mine. Dad says how cum tastes varies with what different men drink and eat.”

“I never thought about that, but it makes sense. Even with my limited experience, I know all cum doesn’t taste the same. It’s 2:00 AM already. DJ, if we’re gonna make it to the gym in the morning, we need to get some sleep!”

DJ and Jamie pulled the covers over them, and snuggled closer. DJ took the option, lowering his lips to Jamie’s, and softly kissed Jamie’s lips.

“Goodnight Jamie, thank you for an awesome experience tonight.”

“The pleasure was all mine, DJ. I know this will be a night to remember. See you in the morning.”

The two boys fell asleep, facing each other, and each with an arm and hand lying on the other’s torso.

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

Jamie woke up Monday morning, with the sunlight shining through the window. He reached for his phone to check the time, which was a little after 9:00 AM. He turned over and shook DJ lightly.

“Hey, Chocolate Boy, it’s after nine, we need to get moving. I need to piss.”

“Bathroom’s this way,” DJ said, leading Jamie out of the bedroom to the bathroom. “Don’t hog it, I gotta pee too.”

Both boys aimed their pricks at the bowl and released a healthy flow, standing together in front of the toilet. Jamie looked over at DJ, and they both grinned. They next washed their hands at the sink, one right behind the other.

“Let’s head to the kitchen,” DJ said.

“Wait, DJ, we’re not dressed yet.”

“We can do that later. This is Rome, remember?”

“Good morning, boys,” I said. “I trust you both slept well in that new bed?”

Jamie was obviously attempting to keep his backside toward the kitchen. DJ was standing by the counter, about to crack up.

“Uh, yes, Mr. Kendall. I think we both did.”

“Jamie, you can face me. I don’t bite!”

Jamie, slowly turning around, and pink faced. “But I’m not dressed.”

“So,” I replied, smiling, “Point out the people in this room that are dressed. Jamie, we need to get a couple things straight, no pun intended. Please don’t call me Mr. Kendall. At 66 I feel old enough already, just call me Doug.”

“This house is a safe haven for those of us that feel comfortable without clothes. As a rule, we get dressed just before we leave the house. I think, a couple of days around us, you will also feel nakedly comfortable. You’ve got a nice package, display it proudly.”

I stood up and walked over to Jamie, I put my arms around him, and hugged him, certain to touch my cock against his. DJ knows how I love to do that, and was grinning. Jamie looked at DJ’s crotch, then mine, and finally his own, and smiled the pinkness away. He’s gonna be cool.

“Jamie,” DJ said, “You are fixing us breakfast, before we go to the gym?”

“DJ, I’ll need a little help, as you know where things are kept around here. We need the blender, and some knives and spoons.”

DJ produced the blender, and Jamie started to put stuff in it. Pineapple, yogurt, an avocado, 2 kiwi’s, the insides scooped out, a pint of blueberries, rinsed, and 2 bananas. He then started the blender, making the smoothie.

“Damn,” Jamie exclaimed, “I forgot to bring the super green powder. I guess we’ll do without it today! Do we have any almond milk or coconut milk?”

DJ got some almond milk from the fridge, and Jamie added some to the mixture, to thin it down a little.

I sneaked out of the kitchen and grabbed my digital camera. Both boys had their backs toward me, and I snapped a picture. They jumped, and turned around, reacting to the flash, and I took another, full frontal shot.

“What are you doing, Dad!” DJ exclaimed.

“Just capturing a beautiful moment,” I said, grinning, “that will become a memory someday. You guys looked so cute, pairs of tan and white buns, side by side. Do you want to see them?”

Both boys were wearing red on their faces, as I showed them the photos.

“Yeah,” Jamie said, snickering, “and chocolate and vanilla cocks too!” causing DJ to grin.

“We need a couple large glasses,” Jamie said, “Would you like to try some, Doug?”

“Maybe,” I replied, “Just a small glass, like a juice glass, so I can see what it tastes like.”

Jamie poured a small glass for me and split the remainder into two large glasses, with a small refill for the large ones. I had to admit, it didn’t taste too bad, especially for something healthy. DJ rinsed and washed out the blender, leaving it in the dish drainer.

DJ and Jamie polished off their smoothies, rinsed the glasses and headed to DJ’s room.

“DJ, do you have any tight fitting underwear, like boxer-briefs or even briefs?”

“I got a couple old pairs of briefs. I usually just wear boxers.”

“Unless you’re wearing full legged sweats, boxers aren’t too cool. Sometimes we get into compromising positions, and people can see up inside your boxers. Briefs, boxer-briefs or jock straps give you more security. What you got in workout shorts?”

DJ opened the draw containing shorts, and Jamie selected a decent pair, and then saw a tank top, and handed them to DJ. Jamie then pulled on his boxer-briefs and work clothes from the night before, and his socks and sneakers.

“DJ, I gotta go out to my car a grab my back pack. My workout stuff is in it. I’ll be right back.”

DJ’s phone rang and DJ looked at it suspiciously, it was the stores number, and he answered it.

“DJ,” Justin spoke, “Can you come in about 2:00 today? We need to take care of a couple things.”

“Yes, sir, it might be a push, but I can make it. Is anything wrong?”

“No, DJ, nothing is wrong, see you about 2:00.”

When Jamie returned, and started to undress again, DJ informed him about the phone call. Jamie said we should be good, and that we might have to cut the gym session by a few minutes, and he could take DJ to the store. He then playfully grabbed DJ’s flaccid cock.

Jamie, grinning, “I really like that chocolate dick! We need to get out of here.”

The boys got dressed in appropriate gym clothes and headed out, through the kitchen.

“Dad, Justin called, he wants me in at 2:00 instead of 3:00 today. Jamie is going to drop me off at the store, after we get back from the gym.”

“OK boys, have a good workout!”

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The boys got back just a few minutes past 1:00 PM. They wasted no time getting to DJ’s room, stripped and showered together. I figured they would probably be hungry, and made some ham and cheese sandwiches. When they came back down, DJ was in his store uniform and Jamie was in the clothes he’d worn the night before. They grabbed the sandwiches, thanked me, saying they would eat them on the way.

“You get off at 9:00 tonight?” Jamie asked.

“As far as I know. I think Dad works today also, so I have a ride home.”

“I was hoping maybe I could pick you up at 9:00 and we could go get something to eat. I’d like to stay over again too, if it’s OK?”

“I’d like that, Jamie, and I think you’re welcome to stay over, anytime.”

Jamie dropped DJ off at the store, and gave DJ a peck on the cheek before DJ got out of the car.

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

Justin, meeting DJ at the terminal, “Don’t clock in yet.” Then, handing DJ an envelope, “Here is your first and last paycheck, for your first two weeks.”

DJ, surprised, “You’re firing me?”

“No,” Justin grinned, “I wouldn’t fire one of my favorite and most promising employees. We normally pay by direct deposit. I made arrangements to get your first pay as a cashable check. You have 90 hours on this one, between the training, and that Saturday you worked extra.

“Your normal 2 weeks pay will be for 60 hours, 30 per week. I wanted you to come in early today, so you can cash this, and get an account opened at a bank. I need that information ASAP, so we can get you set up for direct deposit before next payday. After taxes, your pay should be around $400 every 2 weeks.”

DJ opened the envelope and his eyes got as big as saucers.

“Six hundred and three dollars!” DJ blurted. “I’ve never seen this much money in my whole life!”

“Don’t blow it DJ,” Justin said, “Doug tells me you want to get a car, and go to college, and they both take a lot of money. I would suggest you put most of that in the bank, and just keep what you need for the next couple of weeks. Speaking of college, what do you want to study?”

“I don’t know yet. I guess I need to talk to some counselors out there.”

“Something to consider,” Justin suggested, “maybe become a pharmacy technician. This company pays about $13 and hour to start, and I suspect some of the larger chains, like CVS and Walgreens may pay more. There is demand and future in that field.”

“You can cash that check at our bank, Community,” pointing, “right over there, and, if you desire, open your account there also. You better go on, you are scheduled here at 3:00 to work.”

“Thanks, Justin,” DJ said, smiling, “see you in a few.”

DJ walked over to the bank to take care of his financial business. The teller gave him an application to open an account, and said he needed his SS card and a photo ID to open a bank account, and a photo ID to cash the check. DJ had the social, but no photo ID. His learners permit didn’t have his photo.

She placed a call to the store, and got hold of Justin, and he verified that DJ was an employee and that she should go ahead and cash his check. He also said that DJ needed to open an account to set up the direct deposit.

She told DJ that his boss had verified that he was okay. She would cash the check, and get the account opened, and as soon as he got his license with his photo on it, he needed to bring it in so they could make a copy for his file. Whew! DJ kept $150, and put the rest in the account. She said he would be receiving some checks in the mail in a few days, and that he should receive his debit card within 10 days.

When I came in to work, DJ was walking across the parking lot toward the store. He saw me drive in, and ran up to my car. He was literally bubbling with excitement, more than I had ever seen. I almost wondered if Jamie had proposed to him.

“Dad, Justin gave me my first paycheck today. It was $603.00! I’ve never seen that much money, and I’ve got a bank account opened now. I put most of it in the bank, but I kept $150 in cash, in case I need it. I hope you don’t mind, Jamie is picking me up after work tonight. I want to treat him to dinner, and he wants to stay over again at our house. Did I assume too much?”

“DJ, I love the way you said that. It may be my house, but it is ‘our’ home. You really like Jamie, don’t you? No son, you didn’t assume too much. I’ve seen the way you two react to each other. Jamie is a very likeable young man, and I like him a lot too. We better get clocked in.”

“Thanks, Dad, you’re the greatest.”

As I walked into the store, I’m feeling somewhat overwhelmed. The transformations I have seen DJ go through in the last few weeks, if nothing else, makes me feel like a very proud father. He just needed to know that someone cared and loved him, and that was all he wanted. I am so happy that I was that someone, and that our paths crossed. He just needed a chance, to be all that he can be.

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

A few minutes before 9:00 PM I pulled into the parking lot in front of the store, returning from my last deliveries. I spotted Jamie’s beater and parked next to it. Jamie was leaning on the fender.

“Doug, can we talk?”

“Sure Jamie, what’s up?”

“I just want to clear the air a little. I think you can perceive that I like DJ, a lot. I just don’t want you to think I might be trying to steal him away from you.”

“I know I’m a little protective toward DJ. I don’t want anyone to hurt him, he has suffered a lot in the past. You can’t steal him away from me. Jamie, do you love him?”

“I’m afraid to, I’m afraid of being hurt. What if we start to fall in love, and he runs back to you? That would hurt me.”

“Jamie, DJ and I aren’t ‘in love.’ We have a relationship, a very close relationship, but it’s like a father and son relationship. DJ and I had this discussion a few weeks ago. I’m old enough to be his grandfather. There is no way he and I could be lovers, although I love him with all my heart, and I know he loves me.”

“You met Joe Saturday night. Joe and I were in a close relationship, quite a few years ago, and, for whatever reasons, we drifted apart. We’re trying to rekindle again, what we once had, and I think we’re going to try and make it work this time. There is still a lot of love between us.”

“DJ was concerned, that if Joe and I got back together, I would be wanting him to leave. That was part of the reason I bought the new bedroom furniture for DJ’s room, so he would have his own room, in case I had overnight company, or if he had overnight company. Do you follow me?”

“Thanks, Doug. I was concerned, cause I know I could quite easily fall in love with DJ, and I wouldn’t want to fuck up his relationship with you. I feel better, now knowing the playing field. So you don’t mind if DJ and I get close, or into a relationship?”

“Not at all. I’ve been watching the magnetism between you two, and it warms my heart to see young love blossom. DJ said you were to pick him up tonight. If I fall asleep before you guys get home, I guess I’ll see you two in the morning. I’m still on the clock, I gotta get clocked out.”

DJ and I met at the door, as I was walking in.

“Your knight is waiting on you in the parking lot,” I said, grinning.

“DAD! See you later.” Luckily, looks don’t kill.

“Come on, Doug,” Justin spoke, “You’re milking my clock!”

“Sorry Justin, that was an important conversation.”

“Who was it?”

“Jamie, DJ’s workout buddy. Good night Justin, see you tomorrow.” Justin locked the store’s front door behind us.

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

I sat in the parking lot for about 10 minutes. I knew Jamie and DJ were going somewhere to eat, and then come home. I was hungry, and thinking about what we had at the house to munch on, and finally decided to go and grab something at Chipotle.

I selected a steak bowl, and added guacamole. I was just paying for it at the register and heard ‘Doug’ and ‘Dad’ simultaneously. DJ and Jamie were both sitting at one of the tables, and motioned me over. I took my tray over and joined them. They still had most of their food uneaten.

“If I had known you were wanting to come here, I would have asked you to come with us.” DJ stated. “I treated Jamie to dinner tonight, since I finally got paid.”

“I was sitting in the parking lot at the store debating on a ham sandwich at home or—well, I decided on this. It looks like you just got here.”

“No,” Jamie responded, chuckling, “We’ve been here a while. I think we’ve been doing a lot more talking than eating. Doug, DJ told me about how you two met, and how the story unfolded. And how you rescued him from that terrible situation, and gave him love, and a loving home.”

Jamie, while tears are escaping his eyes, “Doug, if you hadn’t done what you did, I likely would have never met this beautiful young man. I appreciate you more than you will ever know.” DJ is blushing.

“Jamie, there’s a little more to the story. I needed some help, to get DJ out from his Mama’s house, and called my old friend Joe, Officer Joe, to help us. So DJ, inadvertently, helped bring Joe and I back together.”

DJ, “Dad, thanks for talking with Jamie, a little earlier. I know he feels a little better, and relieved, now. We are both free to love, if love is to be.”

“DJ is right,” I said “As the Supremes sang, many years ago, ‘You Can’t Hurry Love.’ If love is to be, it will grow, if not, it will wither and die.”

“Doug,” Jamie said, “We are going by my house when we leave here. I want to pick up some more smoothie materials for tomorrow, and I also want to get my clothing for work. Oh, and my Mom wants to meet DJ.”

We finished up our suppers, and left. I went home, and Jamie and DJ went to Jamie’s house. Jamie pulled into his parents’ driveway, got out of the car and motioned for DJ to follow.

Jamie, walking in the front door, “Mom? It’s me and DJ.”

“In the kitchen, Honey, come on back.”

“DJ, this is my Mom, Mrs. Seldon, Mom, my new friend and workout buddy, DJ.”

Jamie’s mom had long, platinum blonde hair, the same color as Jamie’s.

“Hi DJ,” she held out her hand, and DJ shook hands with her.

“Pleased to meet you, ma’am.”

“Jamie, you didn’t tell me he was…”

“What, Mom, chocolate? Does that matter?”

“No, of course not, it was just a surprise. DJ, what does that stand for?”

“Dewain Jovan, and the last name is Jackson.” DJ stated.

“If I don’t call him DJ,” Jamie said, grinning, “I call him chocolate boy.”

“DJ, doesn’t that offend you?”

“Not coming from vanilla boy!” DJ answered, and snickered.

“Oh,” Mom said, “tit for tat. I think it’s kinda cute.”

Jamie picked up a couple of things from the fridge, the Supergreen powder, bananas, and kiwi’s, and the last two avocados and put them on the counter.

“Is it okay if I take these with us? And are there any frozen blueberries in the freezer?

“Sure, Honey. You know your Dad and I won’t use them. You can check the freezer for blueberries, I’m not sure if there are any left.”

“I need to get my clothes for work tomorrow, and my other workout clothes.” Jamie disappeared to his bedroom.

Mom, when Jamie returned, “Jamie, does he know about, you know?”

“We’ve figured each other out, Mom. It just makes us closer friends. Having something like that in common.” Then, checking the freezer, “No blueberries. We can pick some up at the market on the way back.”

Jamie put the food items in a bag and handed them to DJ.

Mom, “DJ, it was a pleasure to meet you, and I mean that sincerely. Just to prove that we’re not racist..” She put her lips to DJ’s face and planted a wet juicy kiss on his face, and hugged him, causing him to blush.

She then turned to Jamie, and kissed him on the lips. “Just because you two are spending a lot of time together, doesn’t mean we don’t want you coming around. Both of you!” she said, warmly.

The boys got into the car and Jamie backed out to the street and headed toward the other end of town.

“Your mom seems pretty cool,” DJ commented. “Where was your Dad?”

“Yeah, they both are pretty understanding. Dad works second shift, and won’t be home until around 1:00 AM. She didn’t say anything, but I’m pretty sure she knows we are a little closer than just workout buddies. We need to stop and get some blueberries.”

“Jamie, does your Mom bleach her hair?”

“No, it’s natural. Her side of the family came from Sweden, I think that is where the blond hair came from. Probably the blue eyes too.”

“And you’ve got them too. I love both!”

“Can you imagine,” Jamie said, snickering, “What our children might look like, if we ever got married?”

“Unless one of us is built different than I think, that could never happen.”

“Marriage could happen. It’s legal now, you know.”

“I was referring to the pregnancy. Can you imagine passing a baby through a penis? Ooh, the pain!” Laughs.

They stopped at the market and got the blueberries and got home at just about midnight. They put the perishables in the fridge and freezer. Dad, evidently, had already gone to bed. The boys stripped naked, and slipped into bed. It had been a rather long day for both of them.

“DJ, I’m having some mixed feelings right now. Part of me wants to nurse that beautiful chocolate cock, and the other part just wants to cuddle up and go to sleep in your arms.”

“I’m still having some hang-ups, Jamie. It’s so incredible, actually having people that really seem to care about me. When you’ve spent 19 years, knowing that no one cares or wants you, then somebody like Dad says how much I am loved, and wanted, and he often calls me precious, it make me melt, like a gob of butter.”

“DJ, I’m denying my feelings. I keep telling myself, we’re just friends. I don’t love you. I just like you. We’re just going to be workout buddies. It’s just a sexual thing. But my feelings are betraying me!”

“This is crazy, Jamie, but do you think we could actually become boyfriends?”

“I think it’s too late. The water is over the dam. I think we already are boyfriends. What’s even worse, as hard as I have been fighting it, every hour we spend together, I’m falling more in love with you. I eat, drink, and dream DJ!”

“Remember the night you and your Dad came in and picked up that pizza, a few days before the night you ate in, and I waited on you?”

“I remember it well. You were the hottest thing I’d ever seen on two legs. Not that there aren’t some other good lookers around, but I wanted you so bad. I wanted to pull you out from behind that counter, and smother you with my lips! There was something about you that I hungered for, and I still do.”

“Then the next time, you ate in, and I got to wait on you. I gave you my phone number, and prayed you’d call me. And that prayer was answered!

“Yeah, we talked until my phone was nearly dead!” Then, “Jamie, I’ve got a confession to make. You wanted a workout buddy, and I just wanted to be your buddy. If you had wanted a bugs bunny cartoon watching buddy, I would have wanted to be that buddy. Anything to be close to you! Like we are right now.”

Jamie, snuggling even closer to DJ. “Goodnight, my beautiful chocolate boyfriend.”

DJ responded, “Sleep tight, my awesome vanilla boyfriend.”

Both boys drifted off to sleep, thinking what a wonderful sound that word makes, ‘boyfriend.’ It has a sense of ownership, as in, ‘Hands Off, He’s Mine!’

Is it really love? Or maybe just lust, or infatuation. Hang on for the next chapter.

(to be continued)