DJ - 5. Chapter 5

DJ Chapter 5

A love story by Douglas Spencer

It’s 8:00 AM on Tuesday morning and the sun is penetrating through DJ’s bedroom window. DJ woke up a little, and pinches himself to see if this is a dream. It’s such a fantastic feeling, waking up naked in bed with this blond, blue eyed angel of a teenager. Just touching Jamie’s body sends shivers through his body.

DJ slowly lifts the sheet and blanket off of Jamie, exposing the most beautiful young man’s body he has ever seen. Yes, he has seen it before, but it feels new, every time. DJ cannot resist the temptation to lean over and nibble on Jamie’s nipples. Jamie is just awake enough that it causes him to start getting an erection.

“What are you doing, boyfriend?” Jamie asked, groggily, and smiling.

“Melting, I absolutely love when you call me that! I want to slide into your body, boyfriend! Next best thing is to smother it.”

DJ placed his knees in between Jamie’s knees and lowered his whole body down on top of Jamie, covering Jamie’s mouth with his own, and grinding his now hard cock onto Jamie’s erection.

Jamie, sliding his mouth to one side, “Oh my god, DJ, that feels so—exciting, so—sensual. Where did you learn that trick?”

“Nowhere, boyfriend, it just seemed like something I wanted to do. I’ve never experienced this feeling before, but I like it, a lot. I think our cocks like to be close!”

DJ slowly lowered his mouth to Jamie’s neck and started sucking on it. Jamie wrapped his arms around DJ’s butt cheeks holding him close and keeping their cocks pressed against each other. Both boys are breathing heavily, and both are oozing precum that is helping to lubricate their cocks, allowing them to slide against each other.

Jamie, panting a little, “DJ, you’re gonna make me cum!”

“No boyfriend,” DJ responded, “You’re gonna make me cum!”

“DJ, you started this, I’m so fuckin’ hot! Oh, Fuck! I can’t hold it off!”

“I’m right there with you, boyfriend! Oh, shit! Jamieeeeeeeeeee!”

“I’m cuuuummmmmiiiiinnnngggg!” Jamie cried.

Both boys came, spurting a huge amount of cum between their pubes, abdomens, and stomachs. DJ rolled off of Jamie and the two just lay there, smiling at each other, and looking at the mess they had created on their bodies.

“That’s a lot of cum,” DJ commented, “I wonder whose is whose?”

“It’d be easy to tell, if my chocolate boyfriend shot chocolate colored cum! We need to get ready for the Gym.”

“I think, Jamie, under the circumstances, we need to shower before the workout. And before breakfast too.”

The two boys made their way to the bathroom. DJ is wondering how long it will be before Jamie notices the mark he had put on his neck. Both boys stepped into the shower, the hot water created an urgency to pee in both of them, as they had not taken the time to pee before hand.

“DJ,” Jamie said, grinning, “piss on you,” as he raised his cock and started to piss a golden stream onto DJ’s stomach.

DJ, shocked, “Two can play that game!” and proceeded to return the favor.

Jamie, laughing, “Well, we came on each other, why not piss on each other.”

The two boys then started to soap and wash each other, both making certain the others genitals were well cleaned. They then dried each other off, and then headed to the kitchen. Dad was sitting naked at the table, drinking his coffee.

Jamie reached down to the cupboard and retrieved the blender, opened a draw and got some utensils and started the smoothie. It was good to see that he had already, evidently, gotten over his shyness, as he seemed to be comfortable, creating the smoothie while still naked. While Jamie made the smoothie, DJ helped himself to a cup of coffee, and offered Jamie a cup, which was declined.

“DJ,” I said, grinning, “Are you staking a claim?” and pointed to the side of Jamie’s neck.

DJ got my gist and put his finger to his lips, mouthing a ‘shhh’. Jamie looked at us, not catching on, and returned to his chore of the moment.

The boys swallowed their smoothies and went back to DJ’s room to put on their workout clothes. I put on the apron, and proceeded to fix myself a more substantial breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast.

I’m almost feeling like I have adopted two boys, and I care a lot for both of them. I love having them both around. I can tell from the way DJ’s behavior has changed over the last few days, he feels comfortable, wanted, and secure here with me. I hope Jamie knows he is welcome here also, as long as DJ wants him to be here.

Before the boys left for the gym, we all got our work schedules known. DJ and I both have to be to work at 3:00 PM, and Jamie at 4:00 PM today. The awkward part is that we both get off at 9:00 and Jamie not until 10:00 PM.

While Jamie and DJ were at the gym, I went ahead and prepared some lunch for all of us, as I figured they would be hungry when they returned. I made some macaroni salad to go with hamburgers I planned to grill when they returned. I had asked DJ to call me, and let me know when they were leaving to return here.

I got the call from DJ just a little past noon, so I had plenty of time. He also said that he and Jamie were planning to visit the park for a while on the way back, and should be home about 1:30, so I planned to have lunch ready about 1:30.

While we all had a casual lunch on the picnic table, I informed Jamie that DJ and I had to leave for work about 2:30. That since he didn’t need to be at work until 4:00 PM, he was welcome to hang around here until he left. Jamie thanked me, but said he was going to go by his house and spend a little time with his Mom, and put on a clean uniform before work. We all left the house at 2:30.

About 3:45 Tuesday afternoon Jamie arrived at the pizza joint to start his shift. Anthony, Jamie’s boss and the owner of the restaurant, looked at him and grinned, seeing the mark on Jamie’s neck.

“Look’s like you had a little fun on your day off, Jamie!” Anthony picked.

“I did enjoy my day off but, how would you know?” Jamie questioned.

“Really, Jamie,” Anthony said, smiling, “Have you even looked at your neck?”

“Excuse me a minute,” Jamie replied, as he headed to the restroom.

Jamie looked in the mirror and saw that purple hickey on his neck. He had not realized what his boyfriend had done, and now was feeling his face turning pink. He knows he needs a Band-Aid.

Jamie, returning toward the kitchen, “Anthony, do we have some Band-Aids?”

“It’s not going to bleed,” Anthony stated, still grinning, “It will go away in a couple days, it just shows you had a really hot date with someone. Don’t worry about it.”

About 8:30 PM, Jamie received a text message from DJ. ‘I get off at 9:00, would it be ok if I hang out at the pizzeria till you get off?’

Jamie texted back, ‘I think so let me ask Anthony’

Jamie, “Anthony, my workout buddy want’s to get together with me when I get off, but he is off his job at 9:00. Is it ok if he hangs out here and waits for me?” Anthony just nodded his head as a yes.

Jamie texted back, ‘Just sit in the area where ppl wait for their pick up orders, luv ya, boyfriend’

DJ read the text and smiled. That last word caused DJ’s heart to nearly jump out of his chest. What is it about that word ‘boyfriend’ that always triggers his heart to skip a beat, especially when it comes from Jamie.

DJ quietly sent a return text, ‘See you a little after 9, boyfriend!’

Jamie sent one more return text, ‘Tell Doug not to worry about supper, I’m bringing a pizza for three when I get off.’

About 8:45 I came back to the store, my deliveries for the day finished. DJ and I would be clocking out in 15 minutes. Justin told me I could go ahead and clock out now, as there are no more deliveries. I told DJ I would wait for him in the car.

“Dad,” DJ said, “I’m going to go to the pizzeria and wait for Jamie til he gets off at 10:00. Oh, and Jamie told me to tell you not to worry about supper, he’s bringing pizza for three. You can go on home, Jamie and I will see you a little after 10:00.”

“So,” I said, “I guess Jamie is staying over again tonight?”

“Yeah, Dad, if it’s OK?”

“I told Jamie he is welcome to stay over anytime, as long as you want him to. That’s entirely up to you. I’ll see you and Jamie about 10:15 or so. I’m out of here.”

Justin locked the store doors behind DJ and himself, and told DJ he would see him tomorrow. DJ started the 5 minutes walk from Southside Drug to the pizzeria with an abnormal spring to his step.

Anthony, greeting him, “Are you picking up, eating in, or placing an order?”

“Actually,” DJ clumsily answered, “I’m waiting on Jamie to get off.”

“Oh, you’re Jamie’s work out buddy?” DJ nodded. “Have a seat, anywhere.”

A couple of minutes later, Jamie walked into the dining area with several of those white cylinders, full of silverware, from the dishwasher. He set them on a table then went behind the counter and grabbed a stack of napkins, bringing them to the table. He spotted DJ sitting in the reception area.

“DJ.” Jamie raised his voice a little, “Wanna help me wrap silver?”

“Sure,” DJ responded, walking over to the table where Jamie was.

“Cool,” Jamie said, “go to the restroom and wash your hands.”

DJ followed Jamie’s instructions, washed his hands and returned. Jamie then showed DJ how to wrap the silver, and place one of those red paper tapes around the napkins, restaurant style. Jamie wasn’t able to stay with DJ continuously, as he still had a couple of tables with customers dining. While Jamie was caring for the customers, Anthony approached DJ.

“So,” Anthony spoke, with a questioning expression on his face, “You’re Jamie’s new workout buddy? What is your name?”

“Dewain Jovan Jackson, but I go by just DJ.”

“I don’t mind you helping Jamie with his sidework, but don’t expect me to pay you. Somehow,” Anthony smiled, “I have a gut feeling that you and Jamie are a lot closer than just workout buddies.”

“Nope,” DJ answered, not wanting to out his boyfriend, “Just friends.”

Anthony replied, grinning, “I’d be willing to bet that you put that hickey on Jamie’s neck, and just a friend wouldn’t do that, I don’t think.”

DJ felt the blood rushing to his face, turning his brown face crimson. He just looked down at the floor, saying nothing.

Anthony, placing his hand on DJ’s shoulder, “DJ, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, but that red face tells me that you two are much closer than just friends, maybe more like boyfriends. Jamie is a really nice young man, but we knew, that one of these days he was going to meet another young man that would sweep him off his feet. I think that day may have arrived.”

Jamie returned to continue with the silver wrapping, walking in on the conversation.

“Jamie,” DJ spoke, obviously quite upset, “I didn’t mean it, but I’m afraid I may have outted you, please forgive me?”

“No!” Anthony exclaimed, “DJ you didn’t out Jamie. We’ve known, ever since Jamie came to work here, that he is gay. It’s never been an issue, and Jamie is one of our best and most dependable servers. Everybody needs love, and someone to love. If you two are comfortable with each other, and maybe get into a relationship, nobody should care. I sure don’t.”

Jamie, smiling, “I know I didn’t get a chance to introduce you two properly, but, DJ, this is the owner, and my boss, Anthony, and Anthony, this is my boyfriend, DJ.”

Anthony spoke again, “I want you both to know, as Jamie already does know, sometimes we close this restaurant for a few hours, renting it out for wedding receptions. If you guys ever decide to tie the knot, I would love for your to have your reception here, but I would not charge you rent for it. Call it an employee benefit.”

“Anthony, is the oven still on?” Jamie asked.

“It shouldn’t be, but it is,” Anthony replied, “Need something?”

“Can you please make an extra large Chicken Alfredo with bacon and tomato to go?”

“You got it. It should be ready by the time you finish that silver.”

The two boys went back to work on the silver wrapping. DJ felt a lot better, and told Jamie he really liked Anthony, and thought he was pretty cool.

Anthony, after getting the pizza into the oven, “Guys, stand up a minute.” Anthony drew them both into his arms, hugging them close. “I really hope that things work out well for both of you. I love you both.”

The two boys, well, young men, finished the silver, Jamie straightened out some of the tablecloths, used a tray to gather the jars of parmesan cheese from the tables and carried them to the cooler. Anthony pulled the pizza from the oven, boxed it and cut it.

Jamie went to the counter to pay for the pizza (which would normally be half price with the employee discount), and Anthony told him this one is on the house. All three men walked out the door and Anthony locked it.

“Goodnight, Anthony,” DJ said, “and thanks for everything, and for understanding.”

“Goodnight boss,” Jamie stated, “and thanks for the pizza. See you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight BOYFRIENDS!” Anthony exclaimed, smiling.

When the boys got to Jamie’s car, Jamie handed the pizza to DJ to carry on his lap, telling him to try and keep it level so the melted cheese wouldn’t slide to one side. Once to DJ’s house they entered the back door, and placed the pizza on the table. Doug was on the computer, checking Facebook.

“I thought you guys got lost! I’m starved,” I said.

While all three of them devoured the pizza, DJ and Jamie went into all the details of the evening at the pizzeria. Doug enjoyed the tale and smiled.

“I think,” Jamie stated, “DJ and I are now officially boyfriends!” Then, to DJ, “I love you, my chocolate boyfriend.”

“I love you too, my vanilla boyfriend,” DJ said, grinning.

“I am so thankful,” I said, tears welling in my eyes, “that fate has brought both of you into my life. You are both like sons to me, like the children I never had. I doubt either of you have any idea how much you both mean to me, and how much I love you both.”

“Dad,” DJ questioned, “Do you remember, a few weeks ago, you mentioned the possibility of adopting me, legally?”

“I sure do, DJ. Tell me your thoughts on that, now.”

“I’d like that,” DJ responded, “Then I’d be your real legal son, and you’d be my real legal father.”

“DJ, What about your real family?” Jamie asked.

“Jamie, I no longer have any family, except for Dad here, and maybe you. The only memories I have of any biological or blood relatives are bad memories, and I’d prefer to forget those. I don’t need that baggage in my life. Jamie, my old man used to say they should have had me aborted.”

Jamie, jumping out of his chair, “NO! Oh my god! How could anybody be that cruel!”

With tears streaming down his face, Jamie wrapped his arms around DJ and hugged him so fiercely and tightly that DJ could hardly breathe.

“Jamie,” I said, “Now you know just one small part of the reasons why I had to rescue DJ from that horrid environment, and bring him home with me, and why I want to adopt him, legally.”

“Doug,” Jamie said, “My mom’s brother, Uncle Steve, is an attorney. I don’t know if he does adoptions, but I’m sure he could make some recommendations that might head you in the right direction. I can talk to him, if you like. Uncle Steve and I are on good speaking terms, and you know, I have a stake in this too, as it involves my boyfriend.”

“What do you think, DJ?” I asked.

“Go for it!” DJ exclaimed, “I don’t want to be a Jackson anymore, I want to be a Kendall. I hate having Jackson as part of my name.”

“I think we’ve reached a consensus, Jamie,” I said, “Please talk to your uncle. Does he know you’re gay?”

“Yeah, he knows. If he didn’t, I’d be embarrassed to tell him DJ is my boyfriend. I’ll try to talk with him this week.”

“I don’t know about you two, but this old man is tired and ready for bed.”

“Me too,” DJ added, grabbing Jamie’s hand, “C’mon boyfriend, let’s go to bed.”

Everyone headed to the bedrooms. DJ and Jamie both stripped, and both went into the bathroom for a last pee, came back and slipped into bed. They shared a passionate kiss and relaxed with arms holding each other loosely.

“DJ,” Jamie spoke softly, “I need to tell you something. Until I met you, I never even considered dating a black guy. That first night we, kind of, met, although we didn’t even know each other’s names. You came in with Doug and picked up that pizza to go. I wanted you so bad, there was just something about you that really turned me on. I went home that night, and went to bed thinking about you. I got so horny I had to jack off, thinking about you.”

“The next time I saw you was the night you and Doug came in and I served you. I gave you my phone number. I had no idea what you were doing with that older man, but I wanted you, so bad. I was wearing an apron, and hoping nobody noticed that I had a boner most of the night. I couldn’t wait to get home and masturbate, and I hoped so much that you would call me. You did, and we’ve gotten to this point.”

“Jamie,” DJ spoke, “I went through a lot of the same emotions. When I saw you, the first time, I thought you were the hottest dude I’d ever seen. Doug accused me of drooling. I was afraid you were too young, but Doug helped us find out that you were eighteen, and out of school. And I wanted you just as badly, and I wanted to just be with you.”

“Jamie, do you believe in love at first sight?”

“I didn’t used to, until I met this dude called DJ. I know I started to fall in love with you before I even knew your name. There was just this something about you. DJ, I tried not to, but I have fallen very much in love with you. I can’t even picture my life without you in it.”

“Jamie, I’m just a poor black kid that was raised in the projects. I think you deserve better than what I am, despite my feelings for you. I think you can do better.”

“DJ,” Jamie is starting to choke up, “I don’t like where this is going—I’d rather live in a shack—with you, than to live—in a castle—without you.”

“Jamie, I do love you, I just don’t think I’m good enough for you.”

“Baby, take my hand and never let it go. Together, we can be invincible, there is nowhere we can’t go, if you just hold on to my hand.”

This was the first time that Jamie had called DJ ‘baby’ and, somehow, that word made DJ melt. Yes, DJ knew, deep down, he did want to be Jamie’s baby. He also knew, deep down, that he really cared for Jamie a lot. Yes, he does love Jamie.

DJ finally succumbed, took hold of Jamie’s hand, and the two cuddled, falling asleep shortly like a couple of babies.

I was up early Wednesday morning, and I decided to go ahead and make some biscuits and sausage gravy for our breakfast. I know DJ likes them, and am hoping Jamie does also.

It was nearly 10:00 AM, when the sun shining in through the window caused DJ to start to awaken. It was so comforting to feel his body lying so close to the boy he loved. Thinking about the conversation he had had with Jamie the night before, he started questioning his reasoning. Why was he beating himself up? It seems that Jamie does really love him, and he knew that he really does love Jamie. ‘Baby,’ DJ likes that word, even more than ‘boyfriend.’ He’s going to try it out.

DJ, raising up on one elbow, softly plants his lips on Jamie’s, and draws a moan from Jamie, who is starting to open his eyes.

DJ, speaking softly, “Good morning, Baby, it’s almost 10:00.”

“Oh, what a beautiful way to start the day!” Jamie responded, then putting his hands behind DJ’s head, drew DJ’s lips back down to his own. The pair shared a passionate kiss, which did cause an arousal in both boys’ members. They both already sported morning wood anyway.

Jamie, bouncing out of bed, “I gotta pee, baby!” and he headed to the bathroom, DJ right behind him. As both boys returned to the bedroom, Jamie noticed the ‘message’ light was flashing on his phone, and picked it up. The message was from his mother.

‘Jamie, just a reminder. I think, if you’re going to start college this fall you need to register this week. Love you, Son.’

“DJ,” Jamie asked, “Have you registered for fall semester at CC?”

“No, not yet, have you?”

“No. That text was from Mom, she says we need to register this week. I haven’t even decided yet what I want to study. I guess I need to talk to a counselor. Man, it seems like summer passed by terribly fast!”

The two boys headed down to the kitchen, both dressed in mother natures clothing. Jamie has finally gotten used to the way things are done, here in Rome, and seems pretty comfortable with nudity, at least here in our home.

“Good morning, boyfriends!” I said, smiling. “Jamie, I hope you like sausage gravy on biscuits, I cooked up plenty, and I already ate.”

Jamie, smiling, “I’ve never had them, but, I’ll try anything. I’m sure it will be tasty.”

DJ, pulling two plates from the cupboard, “Baby, will you get the OJ from the fridge and pour us a couple glasses?” DJ split some biscuits and smothered them with the sausage gravy on both plates, then set them on the table.

Jamie filled the request, and two glasses of orange juice. This is the second time today that DJ had called him ‘Baby’ and he is loving it. He definitely wants to be DJ’s baby.

“So, are you two going to the gym this morning?” I asked.

“Dad,” DJ responded, “Jamie’s mom sent him a text, that we need to register this week. I think we need to go out to the CC and see what we need to do.”

“What are you guys planning to study, as a career?”

“Justin has suggested I learn to be a pharmacy technician,” DJ responded, “I like working for the drug store, and I think I will take his advice. He says it’s a good field, and pays pretty well too.”

Jamie said, “I’m still on the fence, and I need to talk with a counselor. I’m seriously thinking, I might just follow the same curriculum. It would be really neat, if DJ and I had the same classes. We could travel together, and study together, and I don’t really have any other desire for a career.”

“It is probably a good day to do that,” I said, “I have to be at work at 3:00 as usual, but DJ is off today.”

“I’m supposed to be in at 4:00, but if we get tied up at the school, I can probably go in a little late. Anthony will understand.”

“DJ, do you know where your birth certificate and high school diplomas are? You will need those, and do you have enough money to pay the tuition?”

“I know where the papers are,” DJ responded, “I only have that $400 in my account from my first pay, and I have no idea how much the tuition will be.”

“You will also need to buy books, but you should have another payday before buying them. Just in case, you don’t have quite enough money, take this credit card, and put the balance on it.” I handed the CC to DJ.

DJ, taking the credit card from Doug’s hand, and tearing up, “Dad, you’ve been a Godsend to me, and I love you so much! Thank you!”

“That breakfast was really good, Doug,” Jamie commented, “is there any more?”

“There should be, I made plenty and I know how teen’s like to eat.” I said, “DJ, do you know how proud I will be, to be able to say I have a son in college?”

Both DJ and Jamie got some seconds, and there are no leftovers. DJ started to gather the dirty dishes.

“Don’t worry about those,” I told him, “You two have a pretty busy agenda today, and you need to get dressed and get going. I’ll take care of the cleanup.”

The boys went back to the bedroom, DJ dressed in a pair of sexy looking skinny jeans and a polo shirt, Jamie put on his uniform, as he might not have time to change later before work. Both boys came back to the kitchen before leaving. DJ picked up the credit card off the table and slipped it into his wallet.

“Doug,” as Jamie approached me, “I want you to know how much I appreciate everything you have done, and are still doing, for DJ. You’re an awesome man, and I love you.” He kissed me tenderly on the cheek and hugged me. God I love both of these young men.

Jamie, as the two are walking out to Jamie’s car, “You know we have to go by my house, so I can pick up my paperwork.” Then, handing the car keys to DJ, “You’re driving.”

“No, baby!” DJ exclaimed, “Please, I’m not ready yet for a stick shift.”

“Okay,” Jamie replied, “I’ll drive today, but you are going to learn to drive a stick.”

“Okay, but just not today.”

Jamie drove them to his house, and he ran into the house to grab his documents.

“Jamie, can’t you stay a few minutes?” his mom asked.

“I’d like to Mom, but we’re on a really tight schedule today and we have a lot to do and I have to be at work at 4:00.”

“And who is this ‘we’?”

“DJ and I, we’re both registering at CC today. I love you, Mom.” Jamie hugged her, and gave her a soft, sweet kiss, and ran out of the house.

Jamie’s Mom just stood there, tears welling in her eyes. She and Jamie had always been really close. Jamie’s father, mostly due to the fact that he had always worked a second shift job, we’re not that close. Not that he didn’t love Jamie, but with him working evenings, and Jamie in school during the day, they just didn’t spend much time together. Mom resigned to herself that their little boy had grown up, and was starting to live his own life.

She also was keenly aware of his sexuality. She never really expected that Jamie would ever bring a young lady home to meet his family. He had brought DJ into his home to meet her, introducing him as his workout buddy, but she knew that they were much closer than that. She could see the magnetism between DJ and Jamie, and thought she had done well in accepting DJ. Admittedly, she was a little surprised that Jamie would be dating a black man, although DJ did seem to be a very nice young man.

Unless she did something soon, she was about to lose her son, and her only child. She had to find a way. Jamie’s father had, reluctantly, accepted that his only son was gay. Could he accept that Jamie had a same sex lover? She believed so. Come mid-October, was her husbands birthday. This family nearly always celebrated these special days together. She will plan a get-together, and would insist that Jamie and DJ both attend, to celebrate his father’s birthday. She needed to discuss this with hubby, and make sure he wasn’t going to come up with some homophobic or racist bullshit.

About 11:30 AM Jamie and DJ arrived on campus, and found no difficulty in seeking out the administration building. They picked up their documents and walked in to the reception area. They received help as needed to begin their registration procedure. They asked to speak with a counselor, and requested to be able to speak with the counselor together, and it was granted. Meanwhile they sat down and started to fill out the lengthy application form.

Finally, about 1:00 PM they were instructed to see the councilor in a certain office. She introduced herself, and invited them to take a seat in front of her desk. They discussed various options, and the pharmacy technician curriculum. She told them that they both lacked some pre-requisite courses, primarily in Math and English. They can register for them, along with a couple of other classes they would need for the degree, and then enter the main courses in the Spring Semester.

She asked why they wanted to see her together, and be in the same classes and they explained that they lived very close together, and there was the 45 minute commute, and they planned to rideshare together. She bought it.

Next, they had to select the individual classes, and, of course, they wanted to get the same class, with the same professor, at the same time. They registered for the two pre-requisite courses, and also Psychology 101 and Government 101, both of which were needed for their curriculum. She then printed them out the classes they registered for, the times and days of the classes, Room numbers and the books they needed to purchase.

Now the last step, pay for the tuition. They were sent to a long counter with 4 or 5 cashiers. They both had to pay for 12 credit hours. Since they are both residents of this state, the cost is $43 per credit hour. $43 times 12 credit hours equals $516 for the fall semester. It was a little more than either of them expected.

DJ asked if there was a easy pay plan available and was told he could pay half down today, and the balance would be due during the fifth week of the semester, which would officially be starting in two and a half weeks on a Monday. He elected this option, pulled out his debit card and paid the required $258.00. Jamie had the money on his card, and paid the whole $516.00. DJ could have paid the whole thing, placing part of it on Dad’s credit card, but really wanted to do this by himself. You have to respect his spirit of independence.

It was nearly 3:00 PM when they hit the road toward home and Jamie preferred to be at work on time. They discussed the days events, and were quite pleased with their class schedules. They had classes at 9:00, 10:00 1:00 and 2:00 on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. So they would only have to make the drive 3 days a week.

Jamie pulled into DJ’s driveway, set the emergency brake, and exited the driver’s seat, DJ also got out of the car, and Jamie walked around to where DJ stood. Jamie wrapped his arms around DJ, and their lips met in a short, but passionate kiss.

“Jamie!” DJ exclaimed, “We’re outside, in broad daylight, somebody might see us.”

“So? Let them get their eyefuls, its not like we’re out here naked. I’m so exited. I can’t wait until we start classes.” Then, hugging DJ again, “Baby, I love you, but I need to get to work. I don’t think I told you baby, you are really looking hot today, and so sexy. I gotta go.”

Jamie backed out of the drive, and headed to the pizzeria. DJ is just standing there, and wondering if Jamie realizes what it does to him, every time Jamie calls him ‘baby.’ DJ is also very exited. Dad’s at work. DJ unlocks the back door, heads to the bathroom for an urgent release, grabs a glass of water and starts to think. He feels too excited to just sit around the house. He then exits the house, grabs his bike, and heads out toward Southside Drug.

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Jamie pulls into the parking lot near the pizza parlor, parked and literally sprints to the doorway of the restaurant, entering quickly. There is a spring in his step that Anthony has never seen before, and a smile on his face. Jamie quickly walks behind the counter, grabs a clean apron and is smiling while he puts it on and ties it.

“Whoa, Jamie,” Anthony remarked, “Your acting like you just won the lottery! What’s up?”

“Sorry, boss, I’m just excited. It’s like everything in my life is suddenly falling into place.”

“Can you elaborate?” Jamie nodded.

“DJ and I are both registered at Community College, and will be starting classes in two and a half weeks. We’ve got the same classes, same professors, we’ll have classes at 10, 11, 1 and 2 on just Monday, Wednesday and Friday. That means we’ll be free on Tuesdays. Thursdays and the weekends, and we’ll only have to commute 3 days a week.”

“That’s awesome, Jamie, What are your career goals, what curriculum are you and DJ seeking?”

“Pharmacy technicians, both of us. I didn’t really know what I wanted to pursue, but Justin, DJ’s manager over at Southside Drug, encouraged him to seek that, and it sounded like a decent career for me also.”

“Well,” Anthony commented, smiling, “people always get sick, so I guess there would always be a demand for pill pushers. Since you’re going to be in college, I am going to be demanding something extra from you. I want to see your grades. Keep your grades high and there is no problem, let your grades slip below a ‘B’ and I will trim your hours. That’s a promise!”

“Fair enough, Anthony, I will try to do my best.”

“Jamie, it’s a big step, and I’m proud of you for taking it. We have a large party, a church group, coming in tonight about 8:00 to 8:30. Supposed to be between 30 and 40 people. I’m bringing in another server to handle the normal business and carryout, and you can have the party. Why don’t you go ahead and set up the tables, two large tables that can seat 20 each. I know you can handle it.”

“I know I can, Anthony, Thank you, sir.”

Jamie is happy to have that party to serve, knowing that parties like that usually tip very well.

* * * * * * * *

DJ rides up to the drug store, parked his bike and walked into the store, bubbling with excitement. He walked briskly back into the pharmacy to find Justin, and Justin was there, as usual.

“DJ!” Justin exclaimed, “you’re not scheduled today, and if you were, you’re late!”

“I know that!” DJ beamed, “I just had to tell you what we did today!”

“Who is this ‘we’?”

“Me and my boy—my best friend, Jamie. Well, we both got registered at CC to start classes this fall semester.”

“DJ, I think you were right the first time,” Justin said, grinning, “Do you really think I don’t know that you, and that blond kid over at the pizza shop are boyfriends? This isn’t the 1950’s anymore. If you two make each other happy, that’s all that really matters. So tell me more about college.”

“Justin, I took your advice, I chose Pharmacy Technician as my career choice. Jamie didn’t really know what he wanted to do, but he felt it might be a good choice for him also, and the councilor agreed with our choices. We will be starting our first classes two weeks from this coming Monday, and all of our classes, 12 credit hours worth, are on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, so we only have to commute 3 days a week.”

Justin, smiling, “DJ, it’s a big step, and I so proud of you to take it. I cannot emphasize enough the importance of keeping your grades as high as possible. You both need to strive for as close to an ‘A’ average as possible. Don’t bite off more than you can chew. If your load is too heavy, drop a class. That won’t affect your average, but C and D grades do. DJ, I have confidence in you, and I know you can do this. You have my full support.”

“Justin, that means a whole lot to me, I will try my best not to disappoint you, ever.”

“DJ, hiring you was against my better judgement, but your Dad encouraged me to at least give you a chance. I have never regretted that decision, and you have never once disappointed me. You’ve been an exceptional employee. All you really needed, was that chance, and I’m so happy that I gave it to you. Now go and be that ‘A’ student. See you tomorrow at 3:00”

“Thanks Justin, see you tomorrow.”

DJ hopped back on his bike and headed home. He knew Dad wouldn’t be getting off work until 9:00 and it was now only about 6:30 and Jamie doesn’t get off until 10:00. DJ had nothing to do, and no place to go, except home.

* * * * * * * *

Just a few minutes before 7:00 my phone rang, looking at it, I realized it was Joe.

“Hi Joe.” I answered.

“Hi Baby, It’s Wednesday night and I’m off. Are you home?”

“No, I don’t get off until 9:00 tonight.”

“What’s DJ up to?”

“I have no idea, he is off today and I think his boyfriend is also working, until 10:00 tonight. He may be home. What’s up Joe?”

“How does this sound, Baby. Why don’t I drop by about 9:30 and pick you up. We can go to that gay friendly restaurant, you know, the Watering Hole, get a nice dinner and maybe a couple of drinks, maybe dance a little, and then head back to your house for the night. If DJ is home, we can take him with us, I’d like to see him anyway.”

“It sounds like a good plan to me, Joe. Jamie has been staying over with DJ most of the time lately, so he may be hanging around for Jamie, but we can ask him.”

“Cool, see you about 9:30, Laters.”

* * * * * * * *

It’s 7:00, and DJ is about to crawl out of his skin with boredom. He grabbed his phone and tapped out a text to Jamie. ‘Are you coming over to stay with me tonight after you get off?’

About 5 minutes later he got a text back. ‘I’d like to Baby, but I can’t tonight Mom asked me to come home tonight, she misses me. I plan to see you in the morning though.’

‘Crap’ DJ thought to himself, ‘at least he called me baby’

About 7:30 DJ’s phone rang, it was Dad.

“Hi Dad, is everything ok?”

“Yeah, DJ, everything is great with me. Is Jamie coming by?”

“Not tonight, his Mom wanted him to spend the night there. She misses him.”

“What are you doing?”

“Not having such a great night, Dad. Nothing to do, no place to go, and all night to get there! I’m about to climb the walls!”

“Don’t do that son, it’ll ruin your fingernails! Have you eaten?”

At lease that got a chuckle out of DJ.

“No Dad, I’m not really hungry.”

“Son, be neatly dressed and ready to go out about 9:30. Joe is coming by to pick us up, and take us out to dinner, and he specifically wants to take you with us. Did you and Jamie get registered ok?”

“Yes Dad, we’re all set. What do you mean by ‘neatly dressed’, like suit and tie?”

“Naw, maybe like you were dressed this morning when you went to the CC. I’ll be home a little past nine, and need to change also.”

“OK Dad, I’ll be ready. I’ve actually got time to take a shower.”

DJ tapped out another text to Jamie, ‘Baby, Joe and Dad are taking me out to dinner – we won’t be home til late – see you in the morning – I love you’

After showering, and drying off, DJ is looking at himself in the mirror, and wishing he’d gotten a haircut. It wasn’t that long, but longer than he usually wore it. Then he shaved, and got that kind of baby face back. He rubbed some deodorant under his arms, and sprayed some cologne on his neck and chest, then walked back into the bedroom.

He pulled on a clean pair of boxers, and socks, and selected a lime green polo shirt, the same skinny jeans he’d worn that morning, and put on a pair of black sneakers. He’s is ready.

* * * * * * * *

At precisely 9:30 PM, Joe let himself in through the kitchen door.

“Hallooow!” Joe hollered.

DJ, walking into the kitchen, “Hi Joe, come on in.”

“Heh, I’m already in.” Joe answered, then let out a wolf whistle, “DJ, you are one hot looking dude! You could pick up any good looking girl or guy you wanted.”

“Joe, you know I’m not into women, and I have the man I want, he’s just not here with me tonight.”

Joe stepping over to DJ and wrapping his arms around him, giving DJ a kiss on the cheek, and taking a sniff, “You smell good too!”

Entering the kitchen I said, “Joe, are you trying to steal my son?”

“No, Doug, but you can give him to me if you want.”

“I’ll share him with you, Joe, on the day you marry me!”

“Let’s get this show on the road, before it gets any later,” Joe said.

We all left the house in Joe’s personal car, DJ sat in the back, and I sat in the front passenger seat, Joe drove. While traveling to the Water Hole, DJ told us all about the registration, how he and Jamie managed to get all their classes together and the curriculum they were to embark on.

The Water Hole is basically a club, that serves a wide variety of sandwiches, snacks and beverages. They have a good sized dance floor, and are gay friendly. Probably over half of the clientele are gay and lesbian, the rest straight. They are very touchy on alcoholic beverages, and card anyone they even suspect may be under 21.

Joe and I had just a couple of cocktails while DJ was happy drinking Pepsi’s. Joe ordered a variety of appetizers, which we all shared. DJ really liked the shrimp skewers and the chicken nuggets. There was some slower music playing, and Joe and I danced to a couple of songs, then the tempo picked up, Joe and I returned, but a younger 25 to 30 year old man came over to our table, obviously interested in DJ.

Offering his hand, “Come on, cutie pie, dance with me.”

DJ looked at Joe and I, almost as if asking permission, and we motioned him to go and have some fun. He started dancing with that first guy, and others were cutting in and stealing him. So many black people can really groove to the beat, and DJ was really getting down. We could tell, just the way he was acting and smiling that he was having a blast. We were having a blast, just watching him. Joe and I were so happy, watching DJ having so much fun.

He did take a break now and then, coming back to the table, and swigging a couple swallows of Pepsi. They put on some 70’s type disco, and that got Joe and I on the floor, and DJ was still out there. At 1:00 AM, they stopped the music, and people started to filter out. Joe picked up the tab, paid the server and gave him a $20.00 tip. I asked Joe how much the bill was, and he said, “Not bad, $78.00.”

About 1:20 we made our way back to the car and headed home.

I asked “DJ, did you have a good time?”

“Only the best time I’ve ever had in my life. The only thing wrong was that I didn’t have Jamie with me. I’d love to come back here again, but with Jamie.”

Joe queried, “DJ, did anyone try to pick you up?”

“Yeah,” DJ chuckled, “about 4 guys and a couple girls. I just told them I already had a boyfriend at home, and he had to work tonight.”

“DJ,” Joe remarked, “you were about the hottest looking guy in that whole place. I told you some people would try to pick you up. Even our young waiter was looking at you with lust in his eyes. And he made certain you had plenty of Pepsi.”

Joe and I just made small talk on the way home. I looked over into the back seat, about 10 minutes down the road, and DJ had fallen asleep.

We pulled into the drive about 2:00 AM. DJ jumped out of the back seat and quickly walked to the back yard.

“Excuse me, Dad, Joe,” DJ said, “it might not be proper, but I guess I drank too much Pepsi and I don'’ think I can make it to the bathroom." DJ drained his main vein onto the grass.

We all walked into the kitchen, DJ just looked at Joe and I smiling.

“Joe, Dad,” DJ stated, “You guys sure know how to chase the blues away. Tonight was amazingly awesome and I’ll remember it the rest of my life, I can’t wait to tell Jamie tomorrow. Do you think maybe Jamie and I could go there sometime, just by ourselves? I’d love to get Jamie on that dance floor with me.”

“They don’t really encourage the underage crowd, but they will let you in. I can guarantee that if either of you tried to order alcohol, you would be carded. I would hope that both of you could have a good time anywhere without booze.”

“I’ve never been drunk,” DJ commented, “and I don’t think I ever want to be, I’ve already seen too much drunkenness in my life.” Joe and I looked at each other, knowing the truth in that statement.

“It’s heading for 3:00 AM,” I remarked, “Isn’t anyone ready to sleep?”

“I think we all should be,” Joe said.

“Yeah,” DJ commented, “It’ll take more than that nap I had on the ride back to get me through the day. I want to thank you both again for a wonderful evening, and I love you both so much. Goodnight.”

DJ entered his bedroom and started to close the door, then decided to do as Dad does. Dad never sleeps with his door closed, unless he has company. Since DJ had no company tonight, why close the door? He stripped, and slipped into his bed, and fell asleep in about 5 minutes.

“Joe, how about a nightcap?” I said, and got a bottle of wine from the fridge, pouring two wineglasses full.

Joe, taking a sip, “Doug, DJ is simply an amazing young man. He has been through so much at his tender age, and he is now like a shining star.”

“Joe, I have something to share with you. A while back, I told DJ that I would consider legally adopting him as my son. I didn’t push him for an answer, but that was about the time he started calling me ‘Dad’ and that made me feel really good, and proud.”

“A few days ago, Jamie and DJ were here, sitting at this table, and DJ brought up the subject, and wanted to know if I would still want to do that. Of course, I still would like to. I told him I wasn’t sure of the procedure, and I wasn’t sure I could do it, being that he is still under 21. He said that he wants to be a Kendall, and hates the last name of Jackson.”

“Jamie said that he is on good speaking terms with his Uncle Steve, who happens to be an attorney, and he would be happy to speak with him, and get his advice. He said he would try and speak with the uncle sometime this week. I haven’t heard anything yet from Jamie or the uncle.”

“Doug.” Joe commented, “to my knowledge, the only thing DJ cannot do at his age is to buy alcohol, or drink it. In most other respects, he would be considered an adult. Like when we rescued him from that horrid situation that he was living in. He was 19, and his mother was helpless to stop him from moving out. I don’t know all the legalities, or the cost involved, but I think you may be on the way to becoming a legal father.” Joe smiled.

“Joe, thanks for the words of encouragement. Shall we retire?”

I turned out the lights and Joe and I headed to my bedroom. We stripped naked, closed the door, and slipped into my bed. Joe and I hugged, kissed, and made out for a few minutes. We were both dead tired, and really desired sleep more than sex. I think we both fell asleep within about 10 minutes.

* * * * * * * *

Meanwhile, also Wednesday night, at 10:00 PM

Jamie just got done with his shift at the pizzeria, and is sitting in his car, getting ready to go to his parent’s home. It’s kind of late, but he really wants to contact his Uncle Steve. He has his personal number in his contact list, and hits the dial. After about three rings……….

“Hello?” The voice answers.

“Uncle Steve, this is Jamie. I hate to call you this late, but it’s kind of urgent. I need to ask your help, if you can help me.”

“Are you in trouble, Jamie?”

“No, it’s more of a civil matter. Do you do adoptions?”

“Sometimes, can you elaborate a little?”

“A very good friend of mine, Doug Kendell, wants to legally adopt another very close friend, named DJ. I told them I would contact you and maybe you could help, or at least lead them in the right direction."

“I need a little more info, Jamie, how old are these guys?”

“Doug is in his 60’s, DJ is 19.”

“OK, so we’re not talking about a child here. Jamie, are you romantically involved with either of them?”

“Uncle Steve, how is that an issue?”

“I need to know, just who I am helping, and how, are you romantically involved?”

“DJ is my boyfriend, or soul-mate, whatever. I love DJ with every ounce of my flesh, and he loves me.”

“Is this Doug gay also?”

“Yeah, but that is not an issue. He’s a great man, he rescued DJ from a horrible situation, gave him a home with love, but their relationship is like a father and son, not a lover relationship. Doug wants DJ as a real and legal son, and DJ wants Doug as a real father.”

“Okay, Jamie, this may be doable, can you give me Doug’s phone number, I will contact him and set up an appointment.”

“Thank you so much, Uncle Steve, Doug’s number is XXX-XXX-XXXX.”

Jamie headed to his parent’s home for the night. He walked in the door about 10:15. His mother was sitting in the living room watching TV, she turned it off as she really wanted to spend some time talking with her son, and didn’t want competition from the TV.

“Jamie,” Mom said, “please sit here on the couch with me. We really need to talk, and you’re hardly ever home anymore.”

“I know mom, but with work, and trying to work out, and now getting ready to start school—I just don’t have a lot of free time.”

“How is DJ doing?”

“He’s fine, Mom. DJ and I both registered at the college today.” Then, smiling, “We have the same classes, on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, so we can commute together.”

“Honey, I have a really strong gut feeling that DJ is a lot more than just a workout friend, am I right?”

“Okay Mom, I’ll tell you how it is. DJ and I met quite by accident, and we just clicked. He and his Dad came in to pick up a pizza, and when I laid eyes on him, I was captivated. A few nights later, they came in again, this time they ate in, and I served them. Wherever I went, DJ was following me with his eyes, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off me. We had an unexplainable attraction to each other, and I wanted to know him better. I dropped him my phone number, and asked him to call me.”

“So he did call me, that same night, after I got off from work, and we talked until his phone died. We made arrangements, and I spent that first Sunday night at DJ’s home, and we went to the gym Monday morning. It progressed from there. His Dad is gay, and I feel very comfortable staying over there, and sleeping with DJ.”

“So I guess, Mom, the bottom line is this, I love DJ, he loves me and we are boyfriends. I’m sorry, but that’s the only way to put it.”

Mom, with tears sliding down her face, “Jamie, we’ve always been so close, but I feel like I’m losing my son, my only child, and it’s tearing me apart.”

Jamie, placing his arm around his mothers shoulders and drawing her close, “Mom, you’ve known for years that I am gay, and would someday fall in love with someone. I guess that ‘someday’ has arrived. I don’t want to lose my family either.”

“Jamie,” Mom questioned, “Why did you choose to date a black man?”

“I didn’t, Mom, any more than choosing to be gay. Love is colorblind. I wish that you and Dad would get to know DJ. I think you will find him to be a very likeable, loveable and awesome young man.”

“Maybe we can work out something, Jamie, let me talk with your father. I only met him that one day, and he does seem to be a very nice young man.”

“Mom, I’ve had a busy night, and I’m really tired. I also need to be out fairly early in the morning because I’m taking DJ out, and teaching him to drive a stick shift. I need to get to bed. Goodnight Mom, I love you.”

Jamie hugged his Mom, kissed her on the cheek, and went to his room.

Mom knew that her husband, Jamie’s father, would be coming home from work about 1:00 AM and she desired to talk with him, at the same time, she was afraid that there might be some arguments. Better to wait until after Jamie leaves tomorrow. She is also smart enough to know that the only way to rekindle the closeness in her family is to include DJ as part of the family.

* * * * * * * *

Thursday morning about 9:00 AM Doug’s phone is ringing.

“Hello?” Doug answered, groggily, not recognizing the number.

“I’m trying to reach a Doug Kendall, is he available?”

“Speaking.”

“Mr. Kendall, do you know a Jamie Seldon?”

“Yes I do, and he’s a fine young man.”

“Thank you, and I agree, he is my nephew. He called me last night. My name is Stephen Jones, Attorney at Law. He told me you might have a need for an attorney that could handle an adoption, is this correct?”

“Yes, sir,” I answered, excitedly, “I was asleep, but I’m all ears now.”

“I would like to set up an appointment for you, and the young man you wish to adopt. Would you both be available about 10:00 AM tomorrow morning at my office?”

“Yes, sir, can you give me the address?”

“143 Commerce St., it’s an upstairs office, and bring proper identification and his original birth certificate. If there is a problem, I believe you have my phone number on your phone.”

“Thank you very much, Mr. Jones, we will be there. By the way, how much is this going to cost?”

“Tomorrow is a consultation, and is free. We can discuss the fee tomorrow.”

“Thank you sir, very much.”

“JOE! JOE! Wake up!” I hollered, shaking my still sleeping boyfriend.”

Joe, wiping the sleep from his eyes, “Doug, baby, it’s too early.”

“Joe, I can’t believe you slept through all that!”

“All what?”

“The phone call I just received, it was from the attorney, the one that’s going to handle DJ’s adoption. DJ and I have an appointment at his office tomorrow morning to start on the adoption!”

Joe, jumping out of bed and wrapping his arms around me, “Baby, that’s wonderful! Have you told DJ yet?”

“No, do you want to go wake him up?”

“Sure, after I take a leak.” Joe headed to the bathroom.

I decided to start some coffee but somebody beat me to it.

DJ, sitting at the table, “Hi Dad, coffee’s ready.”

Joe, approaching the kitchen, “Doug, he’s not—oh, there he is! Did you tell him yet?”

DJ, perking up, “Tell me what?”

“I’m not sure what this is all about,” (I’m trying to keep a straight face,) “but we have an appointment at 10:00 with an attorney downtown.” Did you run a red light with your bike or something? I’m trying to think what he called it, some kind of procedure, oh, Adoption procedure.”

DJ’s back was toward the back door and he didn’t see Jamie slip in.

“DAD! You sneaky dog!” DJ displayed the widest grin, and one of the happiest expressions I’d ever seen from him. “I can’t wait to tell Jamie!”

“Tell me what, Baby?” Jamie asked.

“Dad and I have an appointment with an attorney tomorrow morning to start my adoption!”

Jamie, putting his hands together as if to pray, “Thank you Uncle Steve!” Then, “I feel just a little out of place here.”

“Why Jamie?” I asked.

‘Cause I’m the only one with clothes on.” We all laughed.

“Maybe,” I said, “you should take yours off too?”

“Better,” Joe added, “the rest of us need to get dressed, and we can all go to Cracker Barrel for a celebration breakfast.” And that is what we decided to do.

Jamie suggested we take separate cars, as he wanted to start teaching DJ how to drive a 5-speed stick shift. I rode with Joe in his car and DJ rode with Jamie. Jamie explained to DJ about how a stick requires some Clutch and Throttle coordination, and detailed what he was doing as they made their way. Jamie drove them to Cracker Barrel, and informed DJ that he (DJ) was going to drive them back.

Joe, talking to me on the way. “Doug, it looks as if this adoption is actually going to happen. I’m so happy for both of you. You know, Doug, that it’s normal for the last name to be changed, but sometimes the entire name is changed, allowing a whole new identity. Have you considered that option?”

“I know that DJ wants to carry the last name of Kendall. If he wants to change his first and middle names in the process, that choice should be offered, but the final decision will be his.” Joe nodded in consent.

Once they all were inside the restaurant, Doug registered with the receptionist. All four wandered around the country store looking at stuff, Jamie and DJ both sharing their ‘discoveries’ with each other. The announcement came over the PA system, ‘Kendall, party of four.’ And they all gathered at the hostess’s podium, and she led them to a table against the wall. The two younger men instinctively sat on one side while Joe and Doug sat on the opposite side of the table. Doug wished he’d brought his camera.

DJ, while we were waiting on the food to arrive, “You know guys, this is, so far, the happiest day of my life! I can hardly wait for the day I become, officially, a Kendall.” DJ seemed to be wearing a constant smile today.

* * * * * * * *

About 10:30 that same Thursday morning Jamie’s father rose and wandered into the kitchen and his wife poured him a cup of coffee.

“I see Jamie was actually home last night for a change,” his father stated, “I haven’t seen that boy for several days, and he’s gone again, already.”

“Carl,” Jamie’s Mom said, with a serious expression, “we need to talk.”

Carl, noticing the look of concern, “Karen, is something wrong?”

“I don’t know, I hope not,” as she sat down with her husband.

“Well, let’s talk, woman, what’s on your mind?”

“Carl, how do you feel about Jamie?”

“I’m not sure what you mean. He’s our son, and I love him, a lot. Is he ok?”

“How do you really feel, about his—sexuality?”

“Well, I don’t think any father is going to be very excited to learn their only son is gay. I don’t think it’s our fault, sometimes things just go wrong. I’ve accepted it, and life will go on.”

“Carl,” Karen continued, “He has a boyfriend, and that’s the reason he hasn’t been around much lately.” Tears are streaming down her face. “If we don’t accept his boyfriend, we’re going to lose our son! It’s tearing me apart.”

“I suppose,” Carl responded, “if a boy is gay, one might expect he would eventually have a boyfriend. Have you met him?”

“Jamie brought him in to meet me a few days ago, he introduced DJ as his workout buddy, but I could tell they were a lot closer than that. There was electricity between them that you could almost feel. Jamie admitted to me last night, that they are boyfriends.”

“So what is this DJ like?”

“He seems very nice, respectful, polite, and he is registered to start college at CC, along with Jamie, and they even have the same classes.”

“I’d really like to meet this young man that Jamie is dating. Why don’t you invite the two of them for lunch, so I can meet him?”

“Carl, there’s—more. He’s black.”

“Why would Jamie even consider dating a nigger!” Carl exclaimed.

“I asked Jamie the same thing. He said ‘love is colorblind’ and he didn’t choose to date black, any more than he chose to be gay. DJ isn’t a stereotypical young black thug. Can you not speak like a racist?”

“OK, Karen, please invite them for lunch, soon, and I’ll be good with the language. I promise! I don’t want to lose our son either. It might be better to have two gay sons, than to have no son at all. Who knows, we might really like DJ, I love you baby.”

* * * * * * * *

It was about noon when they all were ready to leave Cracker Barrel. After having quite a substantial and filling breakfast it was doubtful any of them would need lunch.

Jamie, handing the car keys to DJ, “Home, James!”

“Are you sure you want me to try this?” DJ asked.

“I have faith in you, baby!” Jamie answered, making DJ melt.

DJ had gotten considerable practice in handling a car, and he just needed to get used to shifting a 5-speed. Things were a little rough, but they made it onto the road, and DJ got them back to the house without incident.

“Whew!” DJ exclaimed, as he parked the car at the house.

“I knew you could do it,” Jamie said, smiling, “A few more miles and you’re going to be as smooth as I am, and it’s going to feel natural. Maybe, when you get your car, you might even consider buying a stick.”

Before the boys even got to the back door, Jamie received a phone call from his Mom.

“Hi Mom.”

“Hi Jamie, got a minute?”

“For you Mom, sure, what’s up?”

“Honey, I had a talk with your father this morning. I explained everything, and he asked me to invite you and DJ for lunch. He really wants to meet your boyfriend.”

“Mom, I don’t know about that, you know he’s kind of—well—racist.”

“He knows DJ is black, and he’s ok with that. He says he’ll be good. Can you guys come by tomorrow for lunch?”

“Not really. DJ has an important meeting with Uncle Steve at 10:00 AM. And we don’t know how long that meeting will last, and then he has to be to work at 3:00 PM. Maybe another day.”

“What is the meeting about?”

“It’s kind of long and complicated, Mom, but we will tell you about it, next week. How about Monday, for that lunch?”

“Okay honey, Monday it is, about noon OK?”

“That’ll be fine. Thanks Mom, for talking to Dad. I love you.”

“Baby?” Jamie talking to DJ, “We have a lunch engagement Monday at noon, at my house, with Mom and Dad. My Dad want’s to meet you.”

“They think we’re just workout buddies, right?”

“Wrong, baby, they know we’re boyfriends, now. Mom dragged everything out of me last night. You and your Dad have to be to work at 3:00?”

“Yeah, Baby,” and you at 4:00?”

“Yep, but I’m going to take off now, as I need to go by the Library for a while. I’m researching something. Can I stay over with you tonight?”

“Jamie! You should know you don’t need to ask that, you’re always welcome at our home. But I do need to get some sleep tonight, as I have to be up earlier than usual for that appointment. See you about 10:30 baby.”

Jamie ran into the house and changed into his work uniform, then the two boys shared a passionate kiss and hug in the back yard, and Jamie took off, driving to the library. He went to the sexuality section, and pulled out the book titled ‘The Joy of Gay Sex’ and spent nearly two hours with it. He then went to work.

While driving to the pizzeria, a thought crossed his mind. It seems, over the last three or four days, their affectionate nicknames for each other, has changed. Neither of them are calling each other ‘boyfriend’ anymore and the terms ‘chocolate and vanilla’ seem to have gone by the wayside. Now the nickname used by both of them seems to be ‘baby’. Jamie loves being DJ’s ‘baby’ and DJ seems pleased when Jamie calls him ‘baby’. Nothing is wrong, they are just as close, or even closer than ever.

Jamie had something on his mind, after investigating that book. He wanted to discuss anal sex with DJ. Up to now, he and DJ have only practiced oral sex with each other. He was wondering if anal sex could really be as satisfying, as the book said it was.

About 10:20 that night, DJ was sitting at the picnic table, waiting for his boyfriend to arrive. The hour since he had gotten home seemed to drag on for six hours. Finally he heard the sound, and saw the headlights of Jamie’s car, as Jamie pulled into the driveway. As Jamie walked toward the back door, DJ rose to his feet to greet him, surprising Jamie.

DJ, hugging Jamie, “Welcome home Baby!” and then he proceeded to smother Jamie’s lips with his own. DJ motioned for Jamie to sit on the picnic bench. They both sat, straddling the bench and facing each other, their knees touching, and instinctively holding hands.

“Baby,” DJ spoke softly, “I think I have a confession to make, kind of..”

“You can tell me anything, baby, just say it.”

“It’s not like I’ve done anything wrong, baby, it’s just that I feel so lonely whenever you’re not in sight. I just love you so much, baby.”

“Oh, baby,” Jamie replied, laying his head on DJ’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around his back, “You can’t love me any more than I love you! I need to ask you a question, though. I think my Dad’s going to be okay with us, but if things go south, do you think I could move in with you and Doug?”

“I know you could, Baby. Doug loves you too, but in a different way than I do. Shall we go to bed? I need to get up earlier than usual.”

The boys slipped in the back door and headed toward DJ’s room. Doug had, evidently, already gone to bed, and his door was hanging open. They both entered DJ’s room, Jamie closed the door, and they both stripped and crawled into bed. Jamie thought briefly about the ‘anal’ subject he wanted to discuss with DJ, but decided that could be done anytime, and they needed to get to sleep. After a tender ‘good night’ kiss, they soon fell asleep. DJ had a passing thought, ‘how much easier it is to fall asleep, when your lying with the one you love.’

* * * * * * * *

Friday morning at 7:00 AM my alarm sounded and I quickly exited the bed, and headed to the bathroom. Once drained, I slipped to the kitchen and started the coffee, then returned to the bathroom to shower and shave.

About 7:45 I entered DJ’s room and woke him up, informed him of the time and that the coffee was ready. DJ successfully slipped out of bed, without disturbing Jamie, as there is no real reason for Jamie to get up yet. DJ and I headed to the kitchen to get that first cup of coffee, then, as I poured my second cup, DJ headed to the bathroom to shower and shave.

Once that was out of the way, I was in my bedroom dressing, and DJ entered, and asked me what he should wear. I told him that, since they were only having our first visit with the attorney, he just needed to dress casually. It will be different on Court Day. DJ and I decided to just stop at Bojangles and grab some breakfast on the way. We left Jamie a note on the kitchen table, letting him know we had gone for the appointment. He can hang around till we get back, or if he leaves, to lock the door on his way out.

I found a place to park, and we climbed the long set of stairs to Mr. Jones’ office, and verified with the secretary our appointment for 10:00. She invited us to sit in the waiting area. DJ was quite apprehensive, and as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

“DJ.” I said, “calm down. He’s not a judge passing sentence.”

A tall, blond, blue eyed, man that looked to be in his 30’s came toward us.

“Doug Kendall?” he confirmed, “I’m Steve Jones, and this must be DJ?”

“That’s correct, sir,” I said. We all shook hands.

“Come into my parlor,” Steve said, “and we’ll see what we can do.”

Steve, leading us to his office, “I am an attorney, but I am also probably one of the most casual attorneys. Doug, DJ, I’m very comfortable with first names, and you may call me Steve. Sit down, please. DJ, how old are you?”

“Nineteen, sir.”

“Steve? Please?” Steve uttered, “I don’t wear brass, and I’m not a King. My understanding is that you, Doug, have a desire to adopt this young man, DJ, to be your legal son. Am I correct?”

“That is correct, Steve.”

“I need to get some background information. DJ, would you please wait out in the waiting room, so I can talk to Doug, privately?” DJ left the room.

“So Doug, how did you and DJ meet, and how did DJ end up at your house, initially?”

I told Steve the whole story, from the day DJ wanted to cut my grass, to the day Officer Joe helped rescue him from the horrid environment he was living in and brought him to my home. I then detailed what I had done to try and help DJ, and helped him get his first job at the Drugstore.

“He seems like an awesome young man, and I can see how you have nurtured him. He sure doesn’t seem like a kid from the projects today.”

“Doug, can you please bring DJ back in here?” I motioned him back in.

“DJ, may I see your original Birth Certificate?” Steve asked.

“I have it here,” I said, handing it to Steve.

Steve, examining it, “I need to make a copy of it, and Doug, can you please leave the room for a few minutes? I need to talk to DJ alone.”

I left the room, understanding why Steve needed to see DJ alone.

“DJ,” Steve asked, “do you want this adoption, that would make Doug your legal father, and you his legal son?”

“Yes, sir—Steve, there is nothing I want more, than for this to happen.”

“Do you live with Doug? And if so, for how long?”

“Yes, about 4 months.”

“Are you aware that he is homosexual?”

DJ, looking down at the floor, “Yes, I know, but so am I.”

“DJ, I’m sorry to put you through this, but I am required by law to do it. We’re almost done though. Are you in a sexual relationship with Doug?”

“No, Steve, our relationship is like a father and son relationship. And, besides, I have a boyfriend that loves me, and that I love, a lot. Doug is the best father any boy could ever hope to have.”

“One last question DJ, have you regularly slept with Doug?”

“Only when I first was living with him. He only had one bed, but then he bought new furniture, and gave me my own bedroom. It’s beautiful, Steve.”

“DJ, I know your boyfriend. Jamie Seldon is my nephew. You want to bring Doug back in here, please.”

DJ, opening the door, “Dad come on back in.”

“Doug, DJ, I think we can make this fly. Child adoptions can be pretty complicated, we have to get parental signoff and other BS. But a case like this one is pretty much straight forward. DJ is of age and can legally make his own decisions.”

“Normally,” Steve said, “only the last name is changed. If DJ wishes, he can also change his first and middle name. It’s up to him.”

DJ, smiling, “I can get rid of the Dewain Jovan and select more normal names? And choose the names I want?”

“If you wish, it’s your choice.”

“I got an idea!” DJ exclaimed, “Dad can I steal your first name? And maybe Officer Joe’s first name?”

“Yes on mine, and I’m quite certain Joe wouldn’t mind either. But it might get a little confusing with two ‘Doug’s’ in the same house. Joe’s first name is actually Joseph.”

“Dad, Steve, how does this sound? Douglas Joseph Kendall, and my nickname would still be DJ!”

Steve, shaking his head in wonder, “Doug, this young man is amazing. How many people would think up something like that?”

“What are we looking at, Steve, as a time frame and money?” I asked.

“Give me a week to get the paperwork filled out, then I have to get you two back in here to sign some stuff. Next I need to get it on the court docket, which could take up to a month, then when we have the date for that, and the judge clears it, probably two weeks to get the replacement birth certificate. It shouldn’t be more than 2 months.”

“I normally charge $2000 for a child adoption, and $1500 for one like this, BUT, since one of my clients is romantically involved with my nephew, and I have a really soft spot for both of you two, how does $500 sound, plus legal fees, that shouldn’t run over $100. Half down next week when you sign the papers, and the balance the week of court.”

“This was supposed to have been just a consultation, but we actually took care of the first follow-up, so one more visit to sign the papers, and then court.

“Steve, we really appreciate what you’re doing. I thought I might need to mortgage my house, or at least take out a sizable loan, but I can handle this.”

“I am curious, Doug, Steve asked, “Why are you doing this?”

“I literally have no family, at least none that I am close with. Being gay, I’ve never been married, although there is a small possibility that may change in the future, as I may be rekindling an old relationship. Until recently, same sex marriages and adopting children was taboo. DJ came along and filled a void in my heart and my home. He was the son I wanted, needed, and never had.”

“Doug, do you have a will?”

“No. My home is paid for, I have a modest Life Insurance Policy, but I’ve never had a will written up.”

“Who is the beneficiary on that policy?”

“It was my mother, but she passed a number of years ago, and I’ve never updated it, but I likely will, soon, once this Adoption is clear.”

“You do realize, don’t you, that once DJ is legally your son, he would be eligible to put a claim on your estate, should anything happen to you, but so would any of your distant relatives. That could get nasty. Who would you want to acquire your estate?”

“My husband, if I marry, otherwise, my son, of course. That’s part of the reason I wanted to adopt him.”

“Just what I thought. As a friend and your attorney, ASAP after the Adoption is complete you need to come in and we can set up your will so that no one can claim anything, except who you specify, and I think that will be DJ! He is one loveable and awesome young man.”

“Doug, I’ll call when those papers are ready to sign. See you in a few days.”

“Come on DJ, let’s go get some lunch, and we both have to be at work at 3:00.”

We got in the car and headed out.

“DJ, How about some Chic-Filet?” I said.

“I’m not hungry, Dad”

I looked over at DJ and he had tears running down his face.

“DJ! What’s the matter? We’ve got this adoption started and you will soon be my very own son. You should be happy.”

“Dad, I don’t want you to die!” DJ Sobbed.

“Who said anything about me dying?”

“I overheard what you and Steve were discussing, about wills, and estates and life insurance.”

“It’s just precaution son. It’s normal for people to try and take care of loved ones when the time comes, and we all will die someday. I have no intention of dropping out and leaving you an orphan—at least not anytime soon. Come on precious one, dry those beautiful brown eyes and give me that awesome smile.”

“I’ll try Dad.” DJ said smiling a little, then, “maybe some Chic-Filet would taste good.”

I’m looking at DJ and smiling, “That’s my boy!”

We headed to Chic-Filet, got a nice lunch, then headed home to change and then to the store to start our shift.

(to be continued…………)