DJ - 9. Chapter 9

DJ Chapter 9

Sunday morning it was raining when I woke up about 8:30, not at all surprised that the boys were still sleeping. I made coffee, and was on my second cup when my phone rang, it was Jamie’s Mom.

“Good Morning Karen, how are you this rainy Sunday?”

“I’m fine Doug, unless I need to go outside. Are the boys up yet?”

“Naw, they’re dead to the world, not surprising as they had a pretty rough and long day yesterday.”

“Doug, the reason I called, do you have plans for Thanksgiving?”

“Not exactly, not really for Thanksgiving, per se, but do you know that is also DJ’s 20th birthday? I know I want to do something for him, like some kind of party. That boy has never had a birthday celebration, it’s so sad.”

“I know, that came to surface the night of his Adoption Party, but I didn’t know his birthday was on Thanksgiving this year. I suspect, knowing you, that you want to surprise him?”

“Heh, heh, I didn’t think you knew me THAT well, but you are right.”

“I know Anthony is closed, and Carl is off work that day, is the drug store closed?”

“Yeah, we’re closed too, so DJ and I will be off work also. In case you hadn’t heard, DJ passed his driver’s test, and received his license yesterday.”

“Great! I knew he was to take the exam Tuesday morning, knowing DJ I’ll bet he’s still on cloud Nine. Carl and I want to invite you and DJ, and Joe if he’s available, to have Thanksgiving Dinner with us. If Joe has to work, we might be able to alter the time to accommodate his schedule. What do you say?”

“I think I can answer an affirmative, for DJ and I, I need to check with Joe, but I’m sure he will come, if he can. I’m trying to connive a way to combine it with my son’s birthday. I don’t want to ever not celebrate his birthday again, he’s missed way to many in his young life!”

“Doug, I can hear the love, and the pride, that you have for that young man in your voice. Sending tissues your way. He’s captured our hearts too. Carl told him the other day that, heaven forbid, anything should happen to you, he has a home here with us.”

“Thanks a lot for the invitation, I’ll get with Joe sometime today, and let you know where we stand for Thanksgiving. Karen, it’s great chatting with you, and I hope you have a great Sunday.”

“Okay Doug, and I’ll be awaiting your answer.”

I need to call Joe, I hope he’s not sleeping. I pushed the speed dial number, 2, which I had programmed in my phone a long time ago for Joe. The phone rang 5 times and went to voicemail. I left a message, asking him to call me as soon as convenient. About 3 minutes later, my phone rang, it was Joe.

“Sorry baby, I was in the bathroom and couldn’t get to the phone. What’s up?”

“Joe, have you had breakfast yet?”

“No Doug. I just got off work at 7:00 and hadn’t gone to bed yet. I need to see you, I got that information on the cruise. Oh, and, do you have any decent photos of DJ?”

“All pictures of DJ are decent, he never takes a bad photo.”

“What I mean, Doug, is—well my Mom want’s a photo of DJ. I’ve seen some of the ones you have taken, but they aren’t appropriate to send to his Grandma!”

“I have one, the one I shot of him dressed up, the morning we went to court. He is stunning in that photo, but it’s still in the camera.”

“OK, Doug, I’ve got a plan, I’d bet you’re not even dressed yet.”

“You’re right,” chuckling, “you know how we do here in the mornings.”

“Get dressed, grab that camera, and meet me at Walgreen’s, in half an hour. We’ll get those prints, and then go to Denny’s for breakfast and to chat.”

“OK Joe, see you at Walgreen’s about 10:00?”

Joe and I met at Walgreen’s, and had four 5 X 7 prints made of DJ’s beautiful photo. One to send to Joe’s Mom, one for my desk, one for my dresser, and one to give to Jamie. I know I’m a hog, keeping two, I just can’t have too much of my awesome son!

Joe, looking at the prints, “He is one handsome boy, and so loveable. Doug, I can’t wait to make him my stepson. I can’t help but wonder how many other ‘DJ’s’ are out there, needing to meet their ‘Doug Kendall’s’, I think I love him just as much as you do.”

We went to Denny’s, from Walgreen’s, I ordered breakfast, and Joe ordered something more like lunch, this was toward the end of his day, as he had worked all night.

“Joe,” I said, “what’s the chance of you being off on Thanksgiving?”

“Fairly good, as I am normally off on Wednesdays and Thursdays, why?”

“I received a call from Karen Seldon, Jamie’s Mom, this morning and she asked us, you, me, and DJ, to share Thanksgiving Dinner with them. I accepted for DJ and myself, and told her I needed to check with you. There’s a glitch though, did you realize, that is also DJ’s 20th birthday?”

“Doug,” Joe commented, frowning, “There is no ifs or maybes, we HAVE to celebrate DJ’s birthday, it sucks that it’s on Thanksgiving Day, and I know we want to surprise him. Do you know what time Karen wanted to have dinner?”

“No, but I can find out. I have her number in my phone, did you have an idea?”

“Yes, I do, let me check on something, when our server comes back. Why don’t you call her and find out what time she plans dinner for. Who all would you want to invite for DJ birthday?”

“Anthony and Maria, Justin and Sherry, Matt and Annie, and Jamie’s parents, and, of course the four of us. Let me call her,” I said, as I placed the call, putting it on speaker, and Karen answered.

“Hi, Karen, Joe says he is usually off on Wednesdays and Thursdays, so he should be off, and will tentatively accept the invite. What time do you plan dinner for?”

“No definite time, but probably between 4:00 and 6:00 PM. Will that work for you guys?” Joe nodded.

“That’ll be fine Karen, Thanks.”

The server came by and gave us refills on the coffee, and Joe asked if we could see the manager. She said yes, and asked if there was a problem. Joe told her everything was fine, we just needed some info. I’m not quite sure what Joe is thinking.

A man came to our booth, “Hi, I’m Russell, the GM here, I was told you wanted to see me?”

“Yes sir,” Joe responded, “I believe you’re open on Thanksgiving?”

“Yes sir, all 24 hours of it.”

“Could you handle a birthday breakfast for a party of 12, probably around 10:00 AM?”

“We sure can, if you give us a day’s advance notice, we’ll be able to set the tables up, the night before. And we can supply a cake, if you want us to.”

“Thank you, I think we might do that, we’re still in the planning stages.”

“Joe,” I asked, “Exactly what are you cooking up?”

“If the other guests plan their turkey dinners for later in the day, they could all arrive here about 9:30 to 9:45 and secure their seats at the table. I should be off Wednesday night and I’ll stay over with you. We gather up DJ, and probably Jamie, for a ‘Thanksgiving Breakfast” at Denny’s, and arrive about 10:00 AM and SURPRISE!!! The shit out of DJ.” Joe has an evil grin.

Laughing and grinning, “Joe, you’re a genius, I love it! And that shouldn’t interfere very much with anybody’s Thanksgiving plans. Let’s do it, I’ll invite Anthony and Justin today, and get hold of Annie, maybe tomorrow. I hope Jamie can keep it a secret from DJ.”

“Why even tell Jamie?”

“I don’t think Jamie is even aware that DJ’s birthday is on Thanksgiving, but he’s going to be really pissed if we do this and he doesn’t have a chance to get his boyfriend a birthday gift.”

“I understand, Doug, on another topic. I’ve been doing some research. There is a gay cruise leaving out of Miami on Tuesday, January 16th, and going to the Bahamas, returning on the 21st. (Joe is tearing up) We’ll be back home by the night of the 22nd. If we get married on Sunday, January 14th, we can fly to Miami on Monday, and do that cruise. It’s something we’ve both dreamed of doing, and we can live that dream, as husbands.”

“Baby,” I said, tears slipping out of my eyes, “I think we just set our wedding date! But we’re going to be living together sooner. When are you moving in?”

“I have to vacate my apartment by the 30th of November, about a week after Thanksgiving. The next two months are going to drag. I think I have adequate seniority to request and get a shift change, probably to second shift, and get off this graveyard duty. It’ll be great for both of us to be able to sleep together at night.”

“Does anyone at the department know we’re getting married, and know you’re marrying a man?”

“Almost everyone. I told my chief, right after we got engaged, and within a couple of days, everyone knew. These guys were asking to see the engagement ring, and offering congratulations. My patrol partner for 5 years, Jeff Strubel, offered to be my best man, and I accepted. My chief threatened to kick me off the force if I didn’t invite him to the ceremony. I have a feeling that half of the department is going to show up for our wedding.”

“Things have sure changed over the last 20 or 30 years. Most of us have been able to destroy those closets we used to hide in.”

“I know it seems a long way off, but I think we need to make the reservations for that cruise ASAP. It likely will fill up quickly. With your approval, I’ll make them tomorrow.”

“Sure, Joe, we don’t want to lose that opportunity.”

It was about 12:45 PM when we left Denny’s and headed home, wondering if the boys were up yet. When we walked in, they were both siting at the kitchen table dressed in nothing, with the dirty breakfast plates in front of them. It looked pretty normal for a Sunday. They both stood up, and Joe and I took turns hugging both of them, then we all sat down. I opened the bag from Walgreen’s, and pulled one of the prints out of it. They were all mounted in one of those cardboard mounts that has a pop-out leg that supports the photo, so they can stand up by themselves.

Handing one of them to Jamie, I asked, “Would you like one of these for your house?”

Jamie looked at it and held it close to his heart, like he would never let it go, “Oh, thank you Dad, yes, I’ll put it on my desk—no I won’t, I’ll put it in the Living room, where we can all enjoy it. Mom and Dad have gotten pretty attached to DJ too.”

“Boys,” Joe spoke, “if it will make you feel any better, your Dad and I have chosen a date, January 14th, it’s a Sunday, but we’re not sure where we will have the ceremony.” DJ and Jamie looked at each other and grinned.

“Oh, I forgot,” Jamie exclaimed, “Anthony asked me to tell you that he would be happy to host your wedding, and the reception, in the party room.”

DJ, gathering up the dishes from the table, “Jamie and I need to shower, it’s almost 2:00 Dad, you and I are scheduled in at 3:00 to work.” I nodded.

Joe, taking my hand, “So maybe we have a date and a place. I gotta run, I need to get some sleep, before I have to go to work myself.”

Joe and I shared a passionate kiss, and then he left, and I headed to my room to get dressed for work.

* * * * * *

At about 2:55 PM I dropped DJ off at the store, and asked him to tell Justin that I might be a few minutes late, as I needed to see Anthony.

It didn’t take long at all to see Anthony and Maria, as they had no customers in the pizzeria at the time. I told them about the surprise birthday party for DJ and they said they would be very happy to attend, and they really had no plans for the day, otherwise. I also told them that Joe and I had selected a wedding date, which they were happy to hear, and that Joe and I would get in touch to see about renting the party room for the ceremony.

“Doug,” Anthony said, “You’re a really special man, and you’ve done so much for DJ. Maria and I have enjoyed watching the love growing between DJ and Jamie, as they develop into terrific and responsible adults. There is no way that we would miss DJ’s birthday party, he is such a precious young man. Tell me the date you guys have set, and I will reserve the room, rent free.”

“Thanks, Anthony, Maria,” I said, “the date we’ve decided to marry is January 14th, but Joe’s apartment lease is expiring the end of November, so he will be moving into our home on the 30th. Once we’re married, our family will be complete!”

I went to the store, and clocked in, only about 5 minutes late, and Justin didn’t even scowl. I want to talk to Justin, without DJ being within earshot, but it seems slow, at least right now, and DJ seems to be hanging too close around us. Maybe I will get a chance a little later. There were a couple of deliveries, so I left with them.

After I made the second delivery, I took a few minutes to call Karen, and explained our birthday party plans. She said that should still allow plenty of time for the turkey to roast, and she wanted to be home by noon. I got back to the store, DJ was occupied by 3 customers at the register, giving me a chance to invite Justin to the party.

Justin told me he and Sherry were invited to Sherry’s brother’s home for Thanksgiving, but that was going to be mid-afternoon, and he and Sherry could do with a light breakfast at 10:00 AM. Justin asked me what size jeans DJ wore, and I didn’t know, but I told him I would check, find out, and let him know. We all know how DJ likes his skinny jeans, and he always looks so sharp and sexy in them. It’s hard to imagine DJ in any other kind of pants. He was wearing skinny jeans the very first time I saw him, before I even knew his name.

Anthony closes earlier on Sunday nights, 9:00 PM, which makes it nice for DJ and Jamie to hook up together to go to Jamie’s house for the night. I also got off at 9:00 and went home to my quiet house. I wished Joe were there. I fixed a light snack, got on Facebook for a while and retired for the night.

Lying in bed, I’m thinking on what I should get, to give DJ for a Birthday gift. Now that DJ has his license, I would love to give him a car. I know that a new car is out of the question, financially, but maybe I could swing a used vehicle. If I were to do that, I’d like to know what DJ would like to drive. Maybe Jamie knows, or at least can find out for me.

* * * * * *

Monday morning was like most any other Monday morning at the Seldon household. Karen and Carl were at the kitchen table having coffee, and heard the boys starting their shower. It seemed a little strange, at first, but they’ve now gotten used to the fact that the boys share the shower, and are so comfortable showering together.

Carl got up and walked into the living room, retrieving the photo of DJ and brought it to the kitchen, setting it down where they both could look at it.

“That young man is so—handsome,” Carl remarked, “I can’t believe how he has captured my heart. Doug Kendall needs to keep him locked up, or I might just try to steal him!”

Karen, chuckling, “I think you would have a fight on your hands, Doug would not give him up easily, DJ is Doug’s pride and joy! Oh, I didn’t ask you, but I made a commitment, for us. I told Doug yesterday, that we would definitely attend a surprise Birthday Party for DJ. We need to be at Denny’s about 9:30 Thanksgiving morning for a surprise breakfast party.”

“Karen,” Carl asked, “What should we get him, for a birthday gift?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll bet Jamie could give us some ideas, if anybody knows what he might want, it would be Jamie. Maybe you could get him aside, and probe him a little. I need to start some breakfast cooking.”

Carl picked up the photo and took it back to the living room, kissing it before setting it back down. Yes, Carl loves DJ.

The boys finished their shower and headed back into the bedroom, pulled on clean boxers and headed to the kitchen, joining Karen and Carl. The smell of the sausage links cooking was tantalizing. Karen was making pancakes, piling them on a plate, while DJ and Jamie sipped on their coffee and juice. Jamie mentioned that the Rainbow club meeting today should be big, as they had signed up 34 new members at the membership drive Saturday.

“Do you boys want eggs to go with the pancakes?” Karen asked.

Both boys told her just the sausage and pancakes would be fine. After eating, the boys stood up, ready to head back to their room to dress for school. When Jamie stood up, the head of his penis slipped out through the fly of his boxers, and he didn’t notice it, but Carl did.

“Jamie,” Carl said, grinning and pointing, “if you wore briefs or boxer briefs, that wouldn’t happen.”

Jamie’s face immediately turned red, as he adjusted his boxers, and DJ couldn’t help but grin. Karen noticed too, and turned her head to look out the window. She had seen it before, plenty of times, when Jamie was a baby and a toddler, and just once since Jamie had gone through puberty, the day she walked in when he was playing with it. She smiled, thinking back. Her little boy would soon be 20 years old, my how the years have flown!

“Do you realize that tomorrow is Halloween? Do you boys have any special plans?

“Not really, Mom,” Jamie answered, “I think DJ and I are a bit too old to go out trick or treating. I know we’ll be mighty busy at the pizzeria though, likely a lot of carryout orders. Anthony says Halloween is always super busy, almost as busy as Super Bowl Sunday, and he asked me to come in at 2:00 instead of 4:00.

DJ, while he and Jamie were putting on their school clothes, “Jamie, I’m a little confused. When we first met, you told Dad and me you turned 18 right after you graduated, then, a few weeks ago you said you were a Christmas Baby. So when is your birthday?”

“Sorry, baby,” Jamie apologized, “I just shot from the hip that day we first met. I just said that to let you and your Dad know that I was old enough to date you, I wasn’t even thinking, I just knew I wanted you! My actual birthday is December 25th, let me show you.”

Jamie pulled out his driver’s license from his wallet and handed it to DJ. His license clearly stated his DOB as December 25th.

“I showed you mine,” Jamie said, smiling, “Now show me yours.”

DJ pulled his shiny new license out and handed it to Jamie. It clearly showed DJ’s DOB as November 23rd. Jamie is calculating, in his mind.

“DJ,” Jamie commented, “we’re both 19 right now, and you’re just a month and 2 days older than me! I didn’t mean to lie, and when I say I love you, I’ve never been more truthful, I started to love you before I even knew your name! Something about you just made my heart melt.”

“We just clicked, Jamie.” DJ said, eyes getting wet, “I just didn’t think a nigger like me would stand a chance with a clean bred white boy like you.”

“DJ!” Jamie exclaimed, hugging his boyfriend, “I don’t even think of you as black, I just think of you as the boy I am very deeply in love with. Skin color is immaterial! We do need to get out of here though, or we’ll be late for class.”

When they pulled into the parking lot at campus, and started to walk toward the main entrance, DJ paused, walking around a cherry red Toyota RAV4.

“What are you looking at?” Jamie inquired.

“I know I can’t afford something like that, but I can picture me driving something like that. It’s beautiful.”

“Save your money, baby, and you can maybe buy something similar. Most of those kinds of vehicles are manual transmissions, would you be comfortable with a stick?”

DJ, smiling, “Did I not pass my road test driving your 5-speed? I actually kind of like a stick, now.”

* * * * * *

It seems a little lonely around here this Monday morning. I woke up about 8:00 AM, and fixed a half a pot of coffee. While it was brewing I went into the boy’s room and gathered all of their soiled clothes, some were DJ’s and some were Jamie’s. They often wore each other’s boxers, socks and shirts and it would likely be futile to try and figure out whose was who’s. The only thing I could identify, for certain, was DJ’s skinny jeans, as Jamie didn’t wear skinny jeans. I checked the label in two pairs, and both were W26 I32, and I wrote that down so I could tell Justin. I then gathered my own soiled clothing and added them to the pile. It looked like about three washer loads.

I poured my second cup of coffee after I started the first load, all shirts, to wash, and then fried some eggs and bacon for my breakfast. Being Monday, the boys are in school, neither of them have to work today, and I am scheduled at 3:00, as usual. I needed to call Matt’s mom, Annie, and alert her to the surprise party for DJ on Thanksgiving morning. She confirmed that she and Matt would both be there, and that she would inform Matt when he returned from school, later that afternoon. It occurred to me that almost everyone was starting to call him Matt, rather than Mattie. I think that’s a sign of maturing. I can remember when I was a kid, many people called me ‘Dougie’ but no one has called me that in 50 years, thank goodness.

I was suddenly curious about Jamie’s name, wondering if it was a nick for James, so I called Karen to ask. She informed me that his birth name is James Carl Seldon, but Carl and I always called him Jamie, and that Jamie doesn’t like to be called James. He says it is just too old and proper. Actually, Jamie’s name is a reversal of his Dad’s name, which is Carl James Seldon. I thanked her for the information, and told her I was just curious.

I finished up all four loads of the laundry, hung the boys shirts in DJ’s closet and folded the rest, laying it on their bed, then putting my own clothes away. I went in to work at 3:00 and gave Justin DJ’s jean size, that he had requested.

The boys didn’t have a Rainbow meeting today, and Karen had insisted they both come to her home for supper, after school, and they would come to our house later, to sleep. Tuesday was Halloween and DJ was working a day shift at the store, starting at 10:00 AM, and Jamie would have a hard, busy shift at the pizzeria, starting at 2:00 PM.

About 8:00 PM Monday night I received a phone call from Jamie. He told me that they were leaving Jamie’s house about 9:00 PM, and that his Mom had fixed a plate for me, that could be easily reheated, and they would have it ready for me when I get home, about 9:30. I feel as if I am surrounded by angels.

Before we went to bed that night, I made a suggestion. Since DJ has to go in at 10:00 AM, and Jamie and I at 2:00 and 3:00, DJ could drive Jamie’s car to work. I can take Jamie in by 2:00, and hang loose until I work at 3:00. DJ can drive Jamie’s car home at 6:00 then come back and pick him up at 10:00 and they can go to Jamie’s house for the night.

“Cool, Dad,” Jamie said, “that means only DJ has to get up early, you and I can sleep in. Now we have another good reason for DJ to have his license. It never hurts to have another driver in the family. Now we have to get DJ a car.” (I’m thinking the same thing)

I finished eating the meal that Karen had sent, and asked Jamie to thank her for me. We all went to bed shortly after.

* * * * * *

Tuesday morning I woke up about 9:00 AM, needing the bathroom. Once drained I headed to the kitchen.

“Good morning Dad,” my son cheerfully greeted me, “coffee’s ready, I’ve had mine, and some breakfast. I guess Jamie’s still sleeping. I didn’t want to wake him so early, he needs the rest, as he has a hard shift to work today.”

“Do you think he’ll forgive you, for not kissing him goodbye?”

“He’d better!” DJ said, grinning, then wrapping his arms around me, and planting his lips against mine, “I love you, Dad, I need to leave.”

I poured my first cup of coffee, as I heard Jamie’s car start, and take off. I’m a little anxious for Jamie to wake up, but I won’t wake him up, unless he is in danger of being late for work. I didn’t have to wait too long though, I saw Jamie head into the bathroom before I even finished my first cup. He then sauntered into the kitchen, naked as a Jaybird—it struck me, that’s a stupid phrase, Jaybirds are covered with feathers, Oh, well.

Jamie, walking behind me and hugging my neck, “Morning, Dad, and Happy Halloween.”

I put my arm around his neck, bringing his face close to mine and planted a kiss on his cheek, then I reached down and gave his pretty penis a loving squeeze. He grinned, with a “Hey!” and got a glass from the cupboard, filling it with juice from the fridge, and sat down with me.

“Got any plans for Halloween, Jamie?”

“Yeah, WORK! And before that I need to do my homework. I think DJ plans to do his after he gets off, at 6:00 PM. Then when he picks me up about 10:00 we can go to my place for the night.”

“Jamie, I need your help. Are you aware that DJ’s Birthday is the 23rd of November? That’s also Thanksgiving Day, this year.”

“Crap!” Jamie exclaimed, “That’s almost as bad as my birthday on Christmas Day. I know we need to have a party for him! It will be his first Birthday Party—ever! What do you want my help with?”

“Joe and I have the surprise party all set. Thanksgiving morning we’re going to Denny’s for a “Thanksgiving breakfast” and DJ going to get a real surprise. You need to keep this a secret, Jamie. We’ve invited all the people close to DJ, and they’ve all confirmed. We’re reserving a table for 12, and the others will get there early. Joe and I will take DJ, and probably you, unless you’re with your parents.” Jamie grinned.

“Jamie, I’d love to get a brand new car for DJ, but I know I cannot financially handle that. I could handle a used car, though, but I have no idea what he would like, in a car. That’s where I need your help. What should I look for, that he would be comfortable driving?”

“Yesterday, he was looking at a red RAV4 in the parking lot at school, he said he could picture himself driving something like that. If you could find a small SUV, maybe a Tracker, or a Suzuki Sidekick, he’d be thrilled. His favorite color is red, and he would prefer a stick shift. Is that any help?”

“Jamie, that’s a lot of help. Now I at least have an idea, of what to look for. Please don’t tell DJ about this conversation we just had,” I said, smiling, “If I’m gonna shock him, I want it to be epic!”

I fixed Jamie and I some breakfast, and then he hit the books. I cleaned up the breakfast dishes, and am contemplating where to start my ‘car shopping’. I need to get Jamie to work at 2:00, as DJ has his car at work. I’ll probably go to the store early, although I’m not really scheduled until 3:00. Maybe Justin will find something for me to do and let me clock in early.

About 1:30 PM Jamie and I were both dressed for work. Jamie thanked me for laundering his uniform shirts. He grabbed both of their backpacks, we got into my car and headed for the pizzeria, stopping by Jamie’s car, so he could place the backpacks in it. It was quite busy at the store, people buying last minute Halloween Candy and Justin asked DJ to work over for a while. When DJ got released at 7:00 PM, he drove Jamie’s car over to the pizzeria, took his backpack out and headed into Anthony’s. He settled at the booth up in the corner and completed his homework while waiting for Jamie to finish up and clock out. They then drove to Jamie’s house for the night.

The rest of the week went pretty much as usual. DJ and Jamie spent Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday nights at Jamie’s, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday nights at DJ’s.

Monday morning, Nov 6th, the boys were eating breakfast with Karen and Carl. As soon as they had finished eating, DJ needed the bathroom, and Carl cornered Jamie for a discussion.

“Jamie,” Carl said, “Your Mom and I need to discuss something with you. I know that you know DJ’s birthday is on Thanksgiving. We are at a loss, as to what to give DJ for his birthday. Can you help us out?”

“I’ll try,” Jamie replied, “I know they’re not cheap, and it may be more than you might want to spend. DJ really wants a play station, like mine, so we can play at his house also. It’s a PS3.”

Karen asked, “Does DJ have a TV in his room?”

“No, but his Dad has a large, probably 60” flat screen in the living room, and he hardly ever watches it. I’m certain we could hook up the PS3 to it, and play in the living room.”

“How much do they cost now?” Carl asked.

“New, they’re still in the over $400 range. Game Stop often has trade-ins and refurbs for quite a bit less, maybe $150-175 for used, and around $250 for refurbs, that are just like new.”

“Any other suggestions?” Carl asked.

“He wants some wheels, but I think that is really out of the question, besides, his Dad is trying to work out something there. If you get him a console, let me know, and I will get him some games. We still have some time, over two weeks.”

”Thanks, Jamie,” Carl said, “no promises, but the PS3 might be doable. I’ll check out Game Stop, and maybe Amazon also. Don’t say anything to DJ, OK?”

“Of course not, Dad, I’m not that stupid.”

DJ, returning, “What was that about, Jamie?”

“Oh, Dad was just reminding me to check the oil and water in the car.”

Karen and Carl looked at each other, grinning, and thinking that was a good cover up.

“Are we about ready to leave?” DJ asked.

“I think so, Oh, Mom, today is the first meeting of the Rainbow Alliance, with all those new members we signed up. I have no idea what time we will actually be leaving campus. We’re leaving, bye Mom, bye Dad.”

“See you two later, “DJ said, “we both love you!”

“Carl,” Karen remarked, “when DJ says he loves us, I feel that is coming straight from his heart,”

“He is amazing,” Carl replied, “I don’t think he’s capable of faking anything.”

“They’re relationship seems pretty strong, but” Karen stated, “even if it fails, I would hope that we can keep DJ in our lives.”

* * * * * *

At 5:00 PM, room 122 was overflowing. Most, if not all, of the new members were present, as well as the small group they already had. There were not enough chairs and about 13 people were sitting on the tables, including Mr. Finch. Sandy took the podium.

“GOOD AFTERNOON!” Sandy announced, “and I think it is a very good afternoon. I’m excited, and pleased to welcome all of you here today. As you all know, we held a pizza party and membership drive on October 28, and judging from the number of students here today, I feel it was highly successful. We had more students sign up to be members than what I even had hoped for, 34 of you guys signed up that day. When I refer to you guys, I hope you realize that I am not referring just to the male element here, but also the female and anyone that may be in between. Collectively, we are a unique group of very special people, and I love you all!”

(Applause)

“We have adopted the name of ‘Rainbow Alliance’ at one of our organizational meetings, and it was chosen unanimously. As most of you are aware, the Rainbow Flag represents all of we unique individuals, who are not straight, or heterosexual. At the party we held at Anthony’s Pizzeria, we served pizza, salads, and drinks to 90 students from this campus. The majority of those we fed that day, declined to become members, but told us they were supportive of this organization, but they were straight. I thank them for their support.”

“When we were first discussing the possibility of forming an LGBT club, we did try to set up some purposes. Some of those are unity among our members, education for those who are ignorant, and a means for those of us who wish to make like minded friends to have a place to meet, and get to know each other. I would hope there are none of us that have been kicked out of their families, when they had the courage to come out. Within this group, we are able to be ourselves, and hold our heads high. We are not second class citizens!”

(Applause)

“I know there are some of us, in this room today, that have realized, likely as a teenager, that we were different, and felt like we were the only one in the world like that. It’s a damn lonely feeling. We need to reach out to those individuals, to be a beacon, and draw them into our hearts. As a class, the LGBT community has the highest rate of suicide in the world.” Sandy is tearing up, “If our existence, on this campus, can save one life, it will be worth what we have exerted to create this alliance."

(Applause)

“I know that many of us here today don’t know each other, yet, but we will, give us a little time. This alliance is not intended to be a dating site, if people are just looking to hook up with someone for sex, there are apps such as grinder that are designed for that purpose. I’m not saying that no one should avoid meeting someone and start dating, but we can be better than that. Let’s get to know each other, and have some non sexual fun, and enjoy each other.”

“Our next scheduled meeting will be on Monday, December 4th, which is the last week of the fall semester, and finals week. The last day of the semester is Friday, December 8th, and we’ll be on break until the spring semester starts on January 2, next year. Is there any discussion?”

“The floor recognizes—can you introduce yourself, and state your comment?”

“I’m Julian, and I’m one of those that just joined, since that will be the last meeting before Christmas, could we turn it into a Christmas Party?”

The room went into mayhem, with many voices agreeing. Sandy held up her hand to quiet everyone down.

“OK everybody, Julian has suggested that we turn the December 4th meeting into a Christmas Party. How many would like to do that?”

Over forty hands were in the air!

“MR. FINCH,” Sandy hollered, “would that be acceptable? And where could we have it?”

Mr. Finch, standing, smiling, “Kids, I’d like to say two things. It would appear that we have outgrown this room, which is not a bad thing, it’s actually a good thing, as it means the club is growing. I will try to get us a larger room for the January meeting.”

“Sandy said we needed to have some non-sexual fun, and a Christmas Party would definitely fall into that category. The cafeteria shuts down about 2:00 PM, and I see no reason why we couldn’t use it for the party, as long as we clean up afterwards.”

Sandy, “Tell us your name, and speak your thoughts.”

“Hi all, my name is Geraldine, I go by Gerry. I work at Subway, and I believe I can get us a deal on some of those yard long party subs. If you guys want to take up a collection, I can use the money to get how ever many subs I can buy for what ever money you come up with.”

That offer was well accepted.

Sandy, raising her voice above the rumble, “I think that idea was a winner, and if others want to bring in some holiday treats to share, that would be great. I don’t think we have a bucket here for a collection, but if someone has a hat.”

Matt stood up, taking the hat off his head and turning it upside down. He walked around the room, Mr. Finch started the ball rolling with a $20, and others kept dropping money into the hat. When it seemed the donations stopped, they counted $160.00 and gave it to Gerry.

Devon offered to bring in four 2-liter drinks, and so did someone else. Another member said she would get cups and plates. We can get ice in the cafeteria.

DJ stated he would make a big bowl of potato salad.

One of the girls questioned him, “You can make potato salad?”

“No,” DJ said, “but Dad can show me how to make anything! He’s great.”

Sandy, yelling, “CAN WE CALL THIS MEETING OVER?” Then, “DECEMBER 4TH, SAME TIME, FOR PARTY TIME!”

The whole room was suddenly into a party mood. Guys and Gals introducing themselves to others, lots of handshaking and hugging, people putting numbers of new found friends into their phones. Some were starting to filter out of the room.

Jamie and DJ caught up with Devon and Quentin.

“Devon, Quentin, hold up,” Jamie hollered, “How are things between you guys and Sean and Chuck”

“Back to normal,” Devon answered, “those two share a 2 bedroom apartment and yesterday Sean invited us to their place to watch the football game.”

Quentin added, “And Chuck ordered Pizza and wings delivered by Papa Johns, and treated us.” Then, eyes just a little wet, it was like it used to be. I’m so glad, I would really miss those guys.”

“The icing on the cake?” Devon added, smiling, “Chuck told us we could borrow his bedroom, if we wished, but we didn’t take him up on that offer.”

DJ spoke, “I’m glad things worked out for all of you guys.”

Jamie added, “A seven year friendship would have been a lot to lose!”

The four guys hugged each other, bumped fists and they all left the campus.

Jamie and DJ started on the trip home from college about 7:00 PM, Jamie driving.

“Baby,” Jamie spoke, “I’m hungry.”

“Let’s stop at WAWA, I’m hungry too.”

“That’s not what I’m hungry for, I want dessert, like chocolate cream pie!”

Even in the dark, DJ could see that impish grin on Jamie’s face.

“Let’s stop and get some subs, and we can grab dessert later.”

Jamie reached across the console, and placed his hand on DJ’s inner thigh, wiggling his fingers against the fabric of DJ’s jeans, kind of close to something else.

“Jamieeeeeee, you’re gonna make me hard, fuck, you already have. You want me to go into WAWA with a bulge in my crotch?”

“Nobody gonna notice that, my pants are looser, and their gonna see the tent in mine!”

DJ reached over, his hand landed on Jamie’s erection.

“Why are you hard? I haven’t even touched you.”

“I get hard sometimes, just thinking about you, and that beautiful black cock I love so much. Maybe Dad is right, briefs or boxer briefs would hide it better. These boxers just don’t cut it. I’m not buying any more of them. You wear those sexy skinny jeans and I can see exactly where your cock is, and that makes me horny too, especially if you’re not completely flaccid.”

DJ, chuckling, “Do you know Matt sometimes rolls a washcloth up and sticks it in his underwear to make people think he has a dick? He doesn’t have to worry about boners popping up.”

“He says they can build him a penis, out of his clitoris. I wonder if he will be able to get hard, like we do?”

“I dunno, but he says he will be able to pee out of it, like we do.”

“That’s an advantage, girls have to squat to pee, if they don’t have a toilet.”

“I think I’d rather put up with an occasional boner,” DJ said, “rather than have to squat to pee. Even though boners can be embarrassing at times.”

“DJ, have you ever seen that video on You Tube, about the waiter with a huge penis?”

“I’ve never seen you tube, never been on the web.”

“When we’re at my house I’ll bring it up, you’ll laugh your ass off! You mentioning about Matt and the washcloth reminded me of it.”

By the time they got into WAWA both boys were deflated, for now. They ordered two large subs, planning to share them with me, when I get home. They got home, ate one sub, and cut a couple of pieces from the other, and headed to their room for dessert.

“DJ, remember what we were doing, that night those two bears caught us, in the woods?”

“Frank and Joe? Why do you call them bears?”

“Big, heavy set, gay guys with lots of hair and beards are called bears. Anyway, we were Sixty-nining. Sucking each other off at the same time. That was some of the best sex we’ve had, except for us getting caught. At least those guys were cool, but I thought we were going to get raped!”

DJ, chuckling, “I think the only reason I didn’t piss my pants was that we didn’t have any on! Wanna do that again, it was fun.”

“It’s kind of hard to get into that position on the bed, but we have the floor, and it does have carpeting. We’ve got an hour before Dad will be home.”

DJ was already starting to undress, and Jamie was right behind him. They were both getting excited, both rock hard, got into position, and both had a cock in their mouth in less than a minute, nursing on each other. Jamie reached around with his hand, caressing DJ’s ass lightly.

DJ, pulling off Jamie’s cock, and giggling, “Jamie! That tickles.”

Jamie, moved his hand lower, massaging DJ’s perineum from behind, causing DJ to start moaning. DJ decided to try the same technique on Jamie, and Jamie was really wishing that DJ would finger his hole. Maybe he would, if he started to finger DJ’s hole, so he tried it.

DJ, with his mouth full of cock, “NNN, NNN,” then pulling off again, “Baby, I’m not ready for that!” so Jamie didn’t push any further, and went back to DJ’s perineum. Jamie wants his lover’s load, so bad, knowing how sweet and tasty it will be. Most likely DJ has the same desire.

* * * * * *

Things were really slow at the store when I got back from my last deliveries, there were no customers in the store, and Cindy, the clerk on duty was dusting the checkout, and wiping the counters down.

“Doug,” Justin remarked, “I need to cut the labor. There are no more deliveries, I’m going to let you and Cindy both go early, I can handle anything that comes in.”

We both clocked out at 8:30 PM, leaving Justin alone in the store. I wasn’t very hungry, and decided to head home and fix a sandwich before bed. I knew the boys were home as Jamie’s car was in the drive. I walked into the kitchen and saw the half sub the boys had left for me, which saves me making a sandwich, and likely would taste better.

I quietly approached the boy’s room, they had left the door wide open, and my eyes fell upon the two bodies, in a sixty-nine position on the floor. Grinning, I crept back out, and to the computer desk, where I usually kept my camera. Setting it on flash, I crept back to their room and stood in the doorway, camera aimed at them, waiting for the perfect moment.

I was watching, listening to the heavy breathing and moaning from both of them. I didn’t want to startle them, and fuck up their fun, and I was quite certain they were both on the verge of climax. Then I saw them both stiffen, and let out heavy moans. I waited until they were sucking out the last drops of cum from each other—and hit the trigger. “FLASH”

“DAD!!!” both boys yelled, in unison.

I took another flash photo, both of the boys glaring at me, and both of them with a beautiful penis, that was still erect, and only about 2 or 3 inches away from their mouths. It was another epic photo.

I was laughing so hard I almost cried.

“We don’t think that was very funny,” DJ blurted.

“Just recording memories,” I replied, “When you guys look at these, 5 or 10 years from now, I guarantee you’ll both laugh.”

“Why are you here?” DJ questioned.

“I live here,” I answered.

“You aren’t due to come home for another half hour!” DJ exclaimed.

“It was real slow, so Justin cut Cindy and me both at 8:30. Come on to the kitchen and I’ll fix us some hot cocoa.”

“Jamie,” DJ stated, “I don’t think I want to sixty-nine any more, it seems we always get caught.”

“At least we got our treats swallowed first, this time,” Jamie replied.

“Wait a minute,” I said, “I’ve never caught you before, not doing that.”

“DJ, did you ever tell Dad about that time in the woods?”

“I don’t think I ever did,” DJ replied.

“Tell me about it,” I said, “while I make the cocoa.”

Jamie started to tell me the story, about their first time sixty-nining in the woods. When he got to the part about these guys pulling their huge cocks out of their pants………

DJ exclaimed, holding his hands about 15” apart “Their cocks were this big! We were scared shitless!”

Jamie finally got to where they said they were Frank and Joe.

“Were they bears?” I asked, grinning, and Jamie nodded.

“I know who they are,” I said, “they’re harmless.”

“We thought they were going to rape us,” DJ added, “but we finally found that they were really harmless, they just had some fun, at our expense!”

While the boys told the story, and the cocoa was getting made, I ate the sub my sons had brought for me, and thanked them for their thoughtfulness. I’m constantly high, just from the love I have for these young men. I’m thankful they are both in my life and Matt too. When they’re all here I have my three sons. Of course, DJ is still my first born son.

I can’t wait to see Joe, and show him those photos that I snapped tonight, he’s going to get a kick out of them.

* * * * * *

It’s Tuesday morning, Nov. 7th, and 2 weeks, 2 days before T-Day and DJ’s birthday. DJ is scheduled to work at 10:00 AM, I go in at 3:00 and Jamie at 4:00. I had my alarm set for 8:00 AM, but woke up at 7:30, got up and made coffee. Jamie will likely be planning to take DJ in to work about 9:40, but I am going to suggest that he let DJ take his car to work.

Unbeknown to DJ, I want to ‘use’ Jamie to help me shop cars. Jamie may be a lot younger than I, but I think he is ‘car smarter’ and I trust his judgement. It would be hard to get Jamie to one side, because he and DJ are almost like Siamese twins. They sleep together, eat together, pee together, shower together, I can maybe get him to myself if DJ needs to take a crap.

About 8:15 DJ came out of the bathroom, came to the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down beside me at the table.

“Good morning Dad, I’m not really ready to go to work this morning.”

“Are you OK, Son?”

“I don’t know, I’ve got some mixed feelings.”

“Come on son,” I said, tears starting to form in my eyes, “talk to me, there is nothing we can’t talk about. I’m your Dad, and your best friend. Please don’t clam up on me. I can’t help you, or advise you, if you try to keep this to yourself.”

“Dad, have you ever had anal sex?”

“Sure son, lots of times. Have you?”

“No, it seems kind of scary. Last night, you know Jamie and I did a sixty-nine. It’s only the second time we’ve done that. Jamie tried to put his finger in my hole, and I told him I wasn’t ready for that, so he didn’t try anymore.”

“We’ve never done anything like that, we’ve sometimes just gotten each other off, by rubbing, or our mouths. Jamie was hinting, a couple of months ago that he wanted to try anal, and I wasn’t ready, I’m still not.”

“Do you know,” I asked, “if he has ever done anal with anyone?”

“He told me he never has, but he wants us to try it. Dad, I love him with all my heart. I’m so afraid that if I don’t do it, he might find someone else who will. If I lost Jamie, I think I would die. Dad, are you a bottom or a top?”

“In my younger days, I played both rolls, depending on who I was with. Even with Joe, a few years ago, we switched around. Now that I am older, it is very hard for me to get it up. To be a top, you have to be able to keep it stiff long enough to get it in. I guess now, I am a bottom. Joe can still get me to an orgasm, when I bottom, but I am incapable of topping anymore.”

“So, even a bottom can come to an orgasm, without doing something like masturbation?”

“If the top is able to stimulate the bottoms prostate it will cause the bottom to have an orgasm, and both partners can have orgasms. If the timing is right, they can cum at the same time, perfect lovemaking!”

“Dad, does it hurt, to have a cock shoved up your ass?”

“Honestly DJ, it can hurt, especially at first. Even if two men have done it before, when you’re first penetrated, it can hurt some. But then the pleasure of the cock in your ass overtakes the pain, and it can feel really good. It’s important, for the top to go slow at first, and let the bottom get used to the penetration. I love the feeling of my man, inside me.”

“So, has Jamie stated whether he wants you to fuck him, or if he wants to fuck you?”

“No, he has only said that he thinks we should try some anal sex. You know, Dad, that I love to have my dick sucked, and I almost never refuse Jamie’s mouth. And I love taking his load in my mouth too. His cum tastes so good!”

“DJ, in the gay world, what you and Jamie have done, is to have sex, but neither of you have made love to each other. Making love is generally considered when one penetrates the other’s ass, and cums inside. It can be beautiful, and a lot of pleasure for both parties involved. Don’t try it without lube though, dry fucking can be pretty painful, especially for the bottom.”

I continued, “My feelings are that Jamie loves you too much to even look for anyone else. In my opinion, you guys might want to experiment with a little anal sex. Son, if you don’t start getting ready, you’ll be late for work. You know you can talk to me anytime, about anything.”

“Thanks, Dad.” DJ said, a weak smile on his face, “if we were to do something, should we use condoms?”

“DJ,” I said, “Condoms are primarily for disease prevention, and to likely prevent girls from getting pregnant. If either of you had been with other guys, I would say they are essential. I’m 100% certain that you are both clean, so the use of condoms, in your case, is a matter of personal choice. The clock is ticking, do you feel any better?”

“A lot better,” DJ admitted, eyes just a tad wet, “It’s great to have a father, that I can have a father and son talk with. I love you, Dad, so much.”

We both stood up, DJ hugged me tightly and planted a kiss on my lips. I told him to go get dressed, and I would fix him a quick breakfast, and donned the apron. Jamie walked into the kitchen and must have read my mind. He laid his car keys on the table and said that DJ could take his car to work this morning, if I will get him to work this afternoon. I nodded.

DJ returned to the kitchen, dressed for work, and I placed a plate with 2 eggs and 2 slices of toast on the table for him. He kissed his boyfriend tenderly, and ate quickly. Jamie handed him the keys, and he left for work. If he hits too many red lights, he’ll likely be two or three minutes late. Jamie was sipping his juice, and I poured a third cup of coffee.

“Jamie,” I said, “do you have any plans for today?”

“Just some homework, and I have to be at work at 4:00 PM, why?”

“I thought maybe you would like to go car shopping with me today.”

Jamie, smiling, “Sure, Dad, I’d love to, something for DJ?”

“Yep, it’s 10:00 now, if we grab some breakfast biscuits at Bojangle’s we can be at a car lot by 10:30 or 10:45, we need to be back here by around 2:00. Let’s get dressed and get out of here.”

I grabbed my camera, and ten minutes later we were on our way to Bojangle’s. There are several car dealers in this part of town.

“Dad,” Jamie blurted, “pull in there, I just saw something.”

Jamie directed me to a red 1999 Jeep Wrangler, we got out of the car and walked around it, Jamie checked the odometer, 120,000 miles, and a salesman walked over to us.

“Hi men,” the salesman greeted, “That’s a good solid vehicle, and a bargain at only $9999, it’ll give a young man a lot of service and pleasure. Can I assume it would be for this young man?”

“No sir,” Jamie answered, “it would be a birthday gift for my boyfriend, Dad, DJ would love this, but…….”

“I know Jamie, I could picture DJ driving this,” Then, to the salesman, “Can you do better on the price?”

“Not much. I have a lot invested in it, used Jeep’s tend to have a high resale value, I might be able to knock off a few hundred.”

“Thank you for your time, but I can’t afford to go more than about five grand, let’s go Jamie.”

“I have several cars in your price range,” the salesman stated.

“Sorry sir,” Jamie replied, “we’re looking for something special.”

We drove the last couple of blocks to Bojangle’s, and decided to eat in. Jamie mentioned there is a dealer in the next town that has a good reputation and specializes in SUV’s. We decided to go there next. Jamie was right, the lot must have had at least 70 or 80 SUV’s on it. The front row had price stickers that started at $7999 and went up from there. Jamie suggested we look in the back of the lot. Most of them were older, and didn’t have any price stickers or model years posted on them.

I asked, when a salesman came out, “why do none of these have price stickers?”

The salesman answered, “Most of these have been on the lot too long, and we’re getting ready to send them to the auction. If you’re interested in any of them, they are still saleable, but no warrantees. Once off the lot, it’s yours! By the way, my name is Clay, and I am half owner here.”

Jamie, checking out an orange Geo Tracker that looked decent, “What’s the scoop on this one?”

“Let me go to the office and get the info, it’s probably one of the better ones here.”

“It’s not red, but I think DJ would like it, it’s locked, so I can’t see the mileage on it, and it will need tires soon.”

Clay returned about five minutes later, with the information and the keys.

Clay, looking at the paper, “It’s a 97, 5 speed and 4 wheel drive with no AC. It’s high mileage, 210,000 miles, but the engine only has about 20,000, and the clutch has been replaced, and it needs a little minor body work. Clean title. 97 was the last year of the Geo Tracker, in 98 it became a Chevy Tracker. Do you want to hear it run?”

He handed the keys to Jamie, who in turn unlocked the door, and looked at the interior. It had an aftermarket Pioneer CD player, and a subwoofer, both a plus. The inside was clean, with some expected wear. Jamie put the key in the ignition switch, depressed the clutch and turned the switch. It started right up, and purred like a kitten. Jamie walked around it, looking for smoke out the exhaust, which was absent, then raised the hood and looked at the engine, which had no evidence of any oil leaks, and was quite clean.

“I have two questions,” I said, “first, how much, and second, can we test drive it?”

“We had it on the line,” Clay responded, “for $5999, but now that it’s destined for auction, I can do better. How about $4500, cash, and yes you may test drive it.”

“Jamie, I would still need to take out a bank loan. Do you think it is worth $4500?” Jamie nodded in the affirmative.

Directing my response to Clay, “The money is doable, I do need to take out a loan at the bank, but I know I can get it. Got some plates so we can test drive it?”

“Can I see your driver’s license?”

Jamie pulled his out and handed it to the salesman, he looked at it and gave it back to Jamie, saying to hold a couple and he would get the plates.

“You’re driving it, Jamie, it’s been years since I’ve driven a standard transmission.” I sat in the passenger seat.

Jamie adjusted the seat to his comfort, and saw that the gas tank was about half. Clay returned, and stuck the dealer tags on the vehicle. We took off, Jamie tested the brakes, and we both fastened our seat belts. Jamie hit the main road and soon was driving at 65 mph, in a 55 zone. We drove about 5 miles down the road, Jamie did a U-turn and drove us back toward the dealership and Jamie was smiling.

“Dad,” Jamie commented, “It even has power steering and power brakes. It shifts smoothly, and handles really well. DJ is going to love it!”

Jamie turned up the volume on the audio system, and the subwoofer started to thump, the CD in the player was some hard rock band that I would not have even heard of. I was tempted to plug my ears, and Jamie was grinning, ear to ear, knowing he was torturing me with that noise. We pulled back into the dealership, and returned the Tracker to it’s space. I asked Jamie to pull it back out, and went to my car to get my camera. I needed pictures of DJ’s birthday gift, as I did not plan to take it home today, beside the fact I had nowhere to hide it, I needed to get the loan to finish paying for it.

Clay escorted Jamie and myself to the office. I asked him what was the minimum he could accept to hold the vehicle. He said $200 would hold it, and then I explained that we didn’t actually want to pick up the vehicle until the day after Thanksgiving, as it was a surprise birthday gift for my son, and that was why I was taking the photos of the vehicle. Now we have a confused salesman on our hands!

“Just curious,” Clay asked,” How can it be a surprise if he is here with you?”

“Oh,” I said, “This isn’t my son, this is Jamie, my son’s boyfriend. I can show you a picture of my son, the Birthday Boy.”

I took my camera and reeled back to the photo I took, the day of adoption. Clay looked at it, probably now more confused than ever.

Clay, a bewildered look on his face, “He’s a mighty handsome young man but—he’s……”

“I’ll help you out,” I said, grinning, “he is black, I adopted him, and I love him just as much as if he originated from my own testicles. I took that picture the morning we went to court, and the judge proclaimed him to be my very own son! Fatherhood never felt better. I love that incredible young man with every cell of my heart.” Then, putting my hand on Jamie’s shoulder, “And I love his boyfriend too. They’re both exceptional young men.”

“Sir,” Jamie remarked, “DJ’s former family never celebrated his birthday. He went through 19 years of his life, with his birthday being just like any other day. Thanksgiving Day will be DJ’s 20th birthday, and his very first birthday party, ever! We’re going to surprise the shit out of him.”

“So whose name is this going to be registered under?” Clay asked.

“For the time being, we’ll register it under my name, and add it to my insurance. DJ has a shit load of things he has to change his name on. His name has completely changed, with the adoption.”

“Even his first and middle names?” Clay asked.

“Yes, the attorney told us that, because DJ is of age, he had that option, and DJ was completely in favor of it.”

“So DJ is his old or new name?”

“It’s a nickname, originally it stood for Dewain Jovan, now it stands for Douglas Joseph, and the last name changed from Jackson to Kendall.”

“I realize DJ now carries your first name also, did DJ just pick Joseph at random?”

“No, Joseph, aka Officer Joe Reynolds, of the local Police Department, and I have dated, off and on, for between 20 and 25 years, and just never got it together. Joe was instrumental in rescuing DJ from a terrible environment and bringing him to my home. These two, (pointing at Jamie) started playing cupid, and a few weeks ago Joe proposed to me, and I said yes. Joe was almost like an Idol to DJ, so he wanted his middle name to be Joseph. Joe and I are getting married on January 14th, and that will make our family complete. DJ will have a loving and caring father, and a loving step-dad.”

Clay, with wet eyes, “I realized there was a gay element, when you said that Jamie was your sons boyfriend, and I have no problem with gay people, or relationships. I often have customers that are quite obviously same sex couples, but the story you just told me is one of the most touching I’ve ever heard. Mr. Kendall, you must have a heart made of pure gold! I sincerely hope that you and your fiancé, and DJ have many happy years together.”

“Mr. Kendall, when will you be able to pay the $4300 balance?”

“Tentatively, Friday or Saturday, and I’ll get a cashiers check.”

“I guess I’ll get to meet your son, when you come to pick up the vehicle, the day after Thanksgiving. It will be ready for him, complete with new tags.”

“I have just one thing to do,” Clay said, pulling a business card off of a stack, turning it over and writing something on the back of it.

“Do me a favor, Mr. Kendall,” Pick up a Birthday Card for DJ, and put this in it. As I said earlier, I’m half owner here, and I’m taking executive privilege. Just a little something extra for a special young man.”

I looked at what he wrote, and put the card in my wallet.

Happy 20th Birthday to
Douglas Joseph Kendall
Present this card to receive
Four 100,000 mile tires for
your Tracker, when needed
Signed, Clay Hodges

“Clay,” I said, “I tend to be leery of most car dealers, but you seem to be a straight shooter, and I like you. I think you’ve sold us a descent ride for my son. If I know someone that is looking for a vehicle that you might have, I will recommend you. This little card just put the icing on the cake, and I know DJ will appreciate it, a lot, tires aren’t cheap, especially for a 4X4. We need to run, as I have to be to work at 3:00 PM. It’s been a pleasure.”

“Thank you for giving me the opportunity to help you, and thank you for your business. I wish I could be a fly on the wall Thanksgiving Thursday, just to see the look on your sons face when he realizes what he is getting!”

Clay and I shook hands, and Clay gave Jamie a warm hug, and told him to take care of his boyfriend.

It was a little after 2:30 when Jamie and I got back to our house. We both did a quick change and got to the store about 2 minutes to 3:00. Jamie took his backpack into the pizzeria, and got most of his homework done before his shift started at 4:00.

The boys went to bed, shortly after they got home, something after 10:00 PM. They considered playing a game, but felt too tired, even for that.

“Jamie,” DJ spoke softly, “what’s the chance you might be able to get Saturday night off?”

“I always work Saturday nights, baby, Anthony schedules me Saturday nights, because he likes me and it’s a good tip night. Are you off?”

“No, at least not yet. Jamie, we never do anything fun. We go to class, work our asses off, maybe have a little sex, go to sleep and do it again the next day. We need to have a date, go someplace and do something we can both enjoy. The last time we did anything special was when we went to the state fair, and that was Labor Day.”

“Do you have something in mind?”

“I do, remember the night of my adoption party, and people gave me some gifts? Joe gave me a $100 gift card for the Water Hole, have you ever been there?”

“I never even heard of it.”

“It’s a club. They have some really good food, and a big dance floor. It’s gay friendly, we can have fun and be ourselves there. It’s that place that Joe and Dad took me that time, and I had a blast. It would only cost us the gas, cause that gift card would likely take care of the cover charge, and whatever we eat and drink. I think, that on Saturday nights they have a live band.”

“DJ, it sounds like fun, and you’re right—we never do anything special. Let’s check with our bosses tomorrow and see if we can both get Saturday night off.”

The two young men shared a passionate kiss, held each other close and drifted off to sleep.

Wednesday morning, Nov 8th was typical. DJ and Jamie shared a shower, pulled on clean boxers, and had breakfast with Karen and Carl. They then spent a normal day at school, and both were scheduled to work at 4:00 PM. Both boys asked their bosses if they could have Saturday night off, and both Anthony and Justin said they could alter the schedules to give them the night off. It wasn’t like either of them made a request like that every week.

While at work that evening, DJ is thinking about his conversation with Dad the previous morning, and decided to make a purchase. He picked up a tube of KY and a 3-pack of medium sized condoms and stashed them under the checkout counter. It’s a store policy that employees get their purchases rung up by someone other than himself or herself, and they do get a 20% employee discount.

DJ, just before closing time, “Justin, I want to make a purchase.”

Justin, ringing up DJ’s purchase, “Time for restocking, huh?”

“Not really,” DJ answered, feeling his face getting a little flushed, “It’s a first time purchase. Better to have it and not need it, than to need it and not have it.” Justin nodded in agreement, politely ignoring the redness of DJ’s face.

DJ clocked out, and he and Justin both left the store together, Justin locking the door. DJ took his small bag, then walked to Jamie’s car and placed it in his backpack. He then entered the pizzeria, to wait for Jamie to finish his shift at 10:00. When they got home I was on the computer, checking out the latest on Facebook. They carried their backpacks to the bedroom. Jamie headed to the bathroom, and DJ quietly took the items he had purchased and stashed them in the bookcase shelf of the bed and slid the door closed.

There was a notification on Facebook that Joe Reynolds had shared to my timeline. Of course I had to check it out, and couldn’t believe what I read. ‘Joe Reynolds: I am proud and excited to announce my Wedding Engagement to the love of my life, Mr. Doug Kendall. We plan to marry on January 14th and will spend our honeymoon on an ocean cruise to the Bahamas.’ It was followed by about 50 ‘Congratulations’ all from people I had never met, and not a single negative comment.

Tears streaming from my eyes I hollered, “DJ, Jamie, come look at this!”

The boys ran to my side and I pointed to the post, and they both read it.

DJ, excitedly, “I love it, Dad, that’s awesome!”

Jamie commented, “My respect for Joe just doubled. It takes a lot of courage to post a same sex wedding announcement on Facebook!”

“Dad,” Jamie asked, “Can you teach me how to use your camera, so I can get some good pictures of your wedding?”

“Sure Jamie, we’ve got plenty of time as it’s still over two months away.”

“Jamie,” DJ remarked, “Joe will be moving in with us in about three weeks. It will be so good, for all of us, especially for Dad.”

“Guys,” I said, “Joe has put in for a shift change, to get off the night shift. I hope it gets approved, then we can sleep together every night, like any married couple.”

The boys both hugged me and kissed me, Jamie on my cheek and DJ on my lips. God, I love these boys! They then went back to their room. Both had been at school today, and both had worked this evening, and they decided to crawl into bed, relax and maybe make out a little.

“Jamie,” DJ spoke softly, “It’s so wonderful to have a Dad that I can talk with, and we had a serious chat yesterday morning. When I got up, and had coffee with Dad, I didn’t want to go to work, and I told him that. He has a way of getting me to open up to him. I told him I was afraid of losing you.”

“DJ, That hurts! Why would you even think that? You’re the boy that I love, and the ONLY boy that I love. My world revolves around you! What did I do, that would make you feel that way?”

“The other night, you started to try to put your finger in my hole,” DJ explained, “and I told you I wasn’t ready for that, so you stopped. I know you’ve tried to get me to maybe agree to try some anal sex. I was afraid, if I didn’t, you might try to find someone who would.”

“Oh, baby! I wanted you to finger my hole, so much. I thought maybe if I fingered yours, that you might reciprocate. My hole was hungry for your finger, maybe even two or three of them. My love for you is not dependent on having anal sex, and I would never try to force you to do something you’re not comfortable with. I love you way too much for that!”

“Yesterday morning, Dad and I discussed anal sex. He told me how great it feels, and how he loves the feeling of his man ‘inside’ him. He encouraged me to at least be willing to experiment. And that anal sex is the ultimate means of making love to your partner. I think I want to experiment. Jamie, would you want to fuck me, or for me to fuck you?”

Jamie, snickering, “One thing is for certain, we can’t do both at the same time! And we would need to get some lubricant.”

DJ, sliding the door open, on the bookcase shelf, “Something like this?” as he held up the tube of KY.

“DJ, how long has that been in there?”

DJ, chuckling, “About an hour, I just bought it tonight before I left work.”

“So you’ve been contemplating this change of heart for a while?”

“Since yesterday, after my chat with Dad. He told me not to try it without lube.”

“DJ, I think we may both be about to lose our virginity! It’s kind of like Star Trek, going someplace we’ve never been before.”

“Jamie, does it make a mess?”

“How would I know, baby, I’ve never done this before. The only thing I have to go by, are the drawings that were in that book. Maybe we should get a towel to put under us, so we won’t mess up the sheets.”

“I’ll get one,” DJ said, as he got out of bed and headed to the chest in the hallway, where he knew spare towels were kept. He swore, wrapping his fingers around his erection, that he was bigger and harder than ever before.

When he returned to the bedroom, he couldn’t help but note that Jamie was also at full mast. DJ spread the bath towel on the bed and Jamie got on the bed, on all fours, with his buns sticking up in the air.

“You have to prepare me,” Jamie stated, “use a finger and spread some of that lube around and in my hole, and gradually expand my hole, adding one or two more fingers. That will make it easier for me to receive your cock inside me.”

“I guess you’ve decided to be my guinea pig?” DJ questioned.

“Yeah, one of us has to go first. We’re both neophytes, but I have read the book, and I’ll try to guide you as best I can.”

DJ followed Jamie’s instructions, squeezing some of the KY onto Jamie’s orifice.

“Oooh!” Jamie exclaimed.

“Did that hurt?”

“No, it’s just cold!”

DJ pushed his finger in, just a little, spreading the KY just inside Jamie’s hole, along with his finger. He added a little more of the KY and pushed it in further with his index finger now in to the second knuckle, then all the way in……

“Eeek!” Jamie yelped.

“Are you ok baby?”

“I’m fine, it’s just a strange sensation, but feels good too, add a finger.”

DJ is working Jamie’s hole and noticed that Jamie was leaking a lot of precum, then looking down, he had a streak of pre leaking out and onto the floor. He couldn’t recall ever feeling quite this aroused before.

“That should do me, baby, I need to get on my back, and you need to lube your cock well, and then come up here and kneel with your knees by my ass. I’m going to put the backs of my knees on your shoulders, to raise my butt up a little. Try to get the head of your cock lined up with my hole and push in just a little, don’t shove all the way in, just the head.”

As DJ pushed the head of his cock through Jamie’s sphincter, Jamie gasped.

“Are you OK? Did that hurt?” DJ asked.

“Maybe, just a little, but it feels good at the same time. Start fucking me, slow and easy, but not deep, just gradually go in a little further, and let me adjust to you in there.”

DJ noticed that Jamie had an incredible amount of pre dribbling out of his dick. He used one hand to squeeze it out and then licked his fingers off.

“DJ, I need to try to raise my butt just a little higher, so you can pound my prostate with your cock. You’re almost on target, and I’m so fuckin’ hot. Are you all the way in?”

“Not quite, I probably got another inch or so.”

“DJ, give it to me, all the way in. Stop, just let it rest, all the way in.”

“This is hard, Jamie, I’m so close to blowing my wad! I can’t hold off very long, oh my god, this is so sensational!”

“DJ, try to hit my sweet spot, just a few more times. I’m really close!

“I can’t Jamie, not without exploding!”

“Try DJ, just try!”

DJ tried, but two more hits was it, DJ’s balls and prostate shot like a cannon, releasing the strongest orgasm he’d ever had. The force of his orgasm striking Jamie’s prostate was just enough to trigger Jamie to shoot his wad. An incredible amount of cream shot out of Jamie’s cock, covering his stomach, chest and even some on his face.

“DJ, please don’t pull out yet, I want to feel you in me for a while.”

“It’s not gonna feel like much for long, I’m starting to deflate, but it feels so nice and warm in there. I never knew how good it would feel to have my cock inside my boyfriends ass.”

“Excuse Me!” Jamie exclaimed, “That’s not my ass, it’s my pussy! Next time my cock is going to get a feel of your pussy! You popped my cherry tonight, and I’m soon gonna pop yours.”

“Have at it baby, my pussy is yours to play with. I’m not afraid anymore!”

“DJ, I’ve got a problem. I’ve got a bottom full of cum, and I don’t think I can make it to the bathroom without leaking it all over.”

“Hold on a minute, I’ll be right back.”

DJ went into the bathroom and ripped off about 7 or 8 sheets of toilet paper and brought it back to their room.

DJ, grinning,” stuff this in your pussy, and while you’re in there, you might want to wash all that cum off yourself.”

Jamie took DJ’s advice, and while Jamie was on the toilet, DJ washed his cock and balls off. The two then returned to their bedroom and removed the towel, which really had little evidence on it, from the bed and climbed in. They shared a passionate kiss, the kind that usually results in a mutual arousal, but tonight the arousal didn’t happen, I wonder why?

“DJ,” Jamie spoke lovingly, “I want to thank you for making love to me tonight, It felt wonderful, and I enjoyed it immensely! So, when do I get to pay you back for tonight?”

“I’d like to think tomorrow night, but we’ll be at your parents house, and I don’t know if we could do something like this, when we’re there.”

“I don’t think I’d be comfortable fucking there either,” Jamie responded.

“They say paybacks are hell, but I think this payback could be heaven. Jamie, I can’t believe, as much as I feared the aspect of anal sex, how anxious I am now to feel you inside of me! I love you so much, baby.”

“DJ, I’m really looking forward to our date Saturday night. We say we’ve been dating for, what, 7,8 months, but we haven’t, really. We’ve only had a couple of dates, we’ve just been seeing each other for that long. Spending time, and most nights together aren’t dates.”

“Jamie, we’re going to have a great time, and a lot of fun Saturday night, and that will constitute a date, a real date!”

The two boys, tired and sexually spent, snuggled together and fell asleep.

* * * * * *

Thursday morning, Nov 9th I woke up about 9:00 AM. The boys were still asleep, and there was no reason to wake them, as they were both due to work at 3:00 and 4:00. I made a pot of coffee and drank 2 cups and fixed myself some eggs and toast. I have to work at 3:00 PM, but I have some other business to handle. I left a note on the table, letting the boys know that I had some business to attend to, and should be home around 1:30 or 2:00.

I got to the bank about 11:00 AM, filled out the loan application for $4500.00 on a two year loan, and got it approved. I asked for a cashiers check, made out to the dealership, for $4300.00 and had the remaining $200 deposited to my account to replace the $200 I had paid to hold the vehicle. The monthly payment will be about $220 with the interest.

When I got to the dealership, I instinctively looked for the orange Tracker and didn’t see it. Most of the vehicles in that back row were gone, and it crossed my mind that maybe they had all been sent to the auction, including the Tracker. I walked into the office and found Clay there.

Clay, standing up, “Mr. Kendall, how are you this fine day?”

“A little concerned, I was trying to see where the Tracker was, and I didn’t find it, and noticed a lot of the other cars were gone,” I said.

Clay, smiling, “No need for concern. We wanted to keep it clean until you and DJ came to pick it up.” Then, pointing, “It’s over there, under that tarp, and most of the others were sent to the auction yesterday. Let’s go check.”

Clay led the way to the vehicle under the tarp, raised it up, and, sure enough, the Tracker was under it. I know I breathed a sigh of relief. We then walked back to the office. I handed him the cashiers check and he pulled a file out, took out the bill of sale, wrote ‘Paid In Full’ and handed me the original copy.

“We’ll have the Title and Registration for you when you come back to pick up the vehicle. It’s been a pleasure, sir, a special pleasure, because you have a special son. I can’t wait to meet him. Happy Thanksgiving, and we’ll see you 2 weeks from tomorrow.”

I left the dealership and headed home. I will file the Bill of Sale with MY pile of important papers. It was almost 2:00 PM when I arrived back home. I walked in the back door and knew the boys were up and had eaten, because they left the dirty dishes on the table. I looked into their bedroom, and they were both sitting naked at DJ’s desk.

I spoke, “Hi, what are you guys up to?”

“Well,” DJ replied, “We knew that we are all scheduled to work today, and we decided, since we had the time, to knock our homework out of the way. We’re about done with it.”

I exclaimed, grinning, “It was mighty nice of you guys to leave your dirty breakfast dishes on the table!”

“Oops,” DJ answered, “Sorry Dad, I guess we fucked up!”

“I’ll forgive you guys, THIS TIME! I need to shave before work today.”

I knew that today, being Thursday, that tonight they would be staying at the Seldon’s house, and wouldn’t be here until Friday night. I hate coming home to an empty house, but it won’t be quite so lonely once Joe moves in. Nothing special happened the rest of the day, just a normal Thursday.

* * * * * *

Friday morning, November 10th, Karen fixed the boys some breakfast, before they left for class. Carl was sleeping in. DJ and Jamie told Karen about the Christmas Party the club was planning for December 4th, and that it was finals week and the last week of the semester. DJ mentioned that he was fixing a large bowl of potato salad for the party.

“DJ,” Karen said, “I would be happy to make that for you.”

“Thanks, Mom,” DJ replied, “but I want to do it myself, and I will get Dad to guide me. Dad can cook most anything. Someday we will be out on our own, and I have to know how to cook for my man.” Jamie smiled.

“OK Honey,” Karen said, forcing a smile.

Karen had a moment of sadness running through her. She hates the idea of her ‘boys’ someday not being in her home, but then realized that their relationship seems as strong, maybe stronger than ever. It does seem that, at least, there are no problems in paradise. If they broke up, she would miss DJ terribly.

“Mom,” Jamie said, smiling, “We both got tomorrow off, and we’re going on a real date tomorrow night. DJ has a gift card for the ‘Water Hole’, it’s a gay friendly club, where we can be ourselves, dance and have fun.”

“You’re not going to be drinking alcohol, are you?”

“No Mom, we’ve both got over a year before we could even get served, if we wanted to, but I don’t think either of us want to drink, anyway.”

“I’ve seen enough alcohol in my life,” DJ added, “to last a lifetime!”

Jamie, standing up, “We’ve got to run, Mom, or we’ll be late. We’ll see you Sunday night.” Jamie hugged and kissed his Mom.

Karen then hugged DJ, and DJ tried to kiss her on the cheek, but Karen turned her head, and kissed DJ on the lips, as DJ gave her a tight hug. The boys left the house, got into Jamie’s car and headed toward campus.

DJ, a couple of tears escaping his eyes, “Your Mom is so sweet, I wish I could have had a Mom like yours!”

“Baby, you do have a Mom like mine, we have the same Mom.”

“Jamie, she kissed me, on the lips!”

Jamie, smiling, “I saw that, I think she loves you as much as she loves me, and I’m not at all jealous. I’m happy that she loves you like that.”

Friday was pretty much a normal day. The boys attended their classes, and both were looking forward to bedtime, and had periodic boners. They got home to DJ’s, and changed into their uniforms for work, both due in at 4:00 PM. When DJ got off at 9:00 he went to the pizzeria to wait for his boyfriend to finish his shift. DJ wrapped the silverware for Jamie. Jamie ordered a pizza to go for the two of them, and they left right after 11:00 PM.

I was already asleep, and didn’t even hear the boys come in. They sat in the kitchen, munching the pizza and drinking Pepsi, both looking forward to what was planned to follow. Jamie rose from the table, his loose fitting jeans tented from anticipation.

“Jamie!” DJ exclaimed, grinning, “you’re hard already!”

“Yeah?” Jamie replied, chuckling,“ You better check yourself, boyfriend.”

DJ looked down where his own cock was trying to escape from his skinny jeans, and there was an obvious wet spot, about the size of a silver dollar where he had leaked precum already. Both boys laughed and headed toward their bedroom. Jamie went to the chest in the hallway and grabbed a towel, and headed back into the bedroom, closed the door and spread the towel on the bed. Both boys stripped, allowing their very hard erections to breathe.

Jamie, grinning, “Payback time!”

“Yeppers,” DJ stated, “Goodbye, virginity, it’s been good to know you!”

DJ climbed onto the bed, and Jamie slid open the little door, and retrieved the tube of KY. DJ’s looking forward to his first ass-fucking.

(to be continued….)