DJ went to his room, and started to put away his clothes into the new dresser. He located his phone, which was in need of a charge, and plugged it into the wall charger. He cannot quite understand the attraction he has for Jamie, and cannot help but feel that there is a similar attraction on Jamie's end. He knows he wants Jamie's friendship.
He unpacked his winter jacket from one bag, and his footwear, and hung the jacket in the closet. He placed the footwear on the closet floor. He then went into Dad's bedroom, and pulled the few articles of clothing and the old sneakers from that bottom draw, carrying them over and putting them away into the new dresser and added the old sneakers to the closet floor.
He looked at his phone again, almost 50% charged. That should be enough to try and make the call. The pizzeria closed at 11:00 and it is now 11:30. Jamie should be done with work by now. Looking at the card, DJ put in the number, and pushed 'add contact' then spelling out 'Jamie' and hit save.
Here goes, DJ hit the call button, and a distant ring sounded.
"Hello?" a voice said.
"Jamie, this is DJ, I probably can't talk long cause my phone was nearly discharged."
"DJ! Dude! I'm so glad you called!"
"Any particular reason?"
"Several that I can think of, first off, I wanted your number. Secondly, I want to get to know you. You never gave me an answer about being my workout buddy. And I'm really curious as to who that older man is that was with you tonight?"
"OK," DJ replied, "You have my number now, and I want to get to know you too. When can you start teaching me how to work out? And that older man is my Dad!"
"But he's—he's—well, you don't look anything like him."
"I think," DJ laughed, "you're trying to say he's white?"
"Yeaaaahh."
"OK, he's not my biological father," DJ explained, "but he's the best Dad any boy could ever hope for. The whole story is kinda complicated, but I'll be happy to share it with you when we've got a couple hours to kill together."
"I hope we can find lot's of hours to kill together. Do you work anywhere?"
"Yeah, Dad delivers prescriptions for Southside Drug, and he helped me get hired there as a clerk and cashier. Mostly I work 3 to 9 on weekdays. I'm off tomorrow, are you?"
"I wish I was. One of the day servers is sick, so I'm doubling. I'm working her shift from 11 to 5 and my shift from 4-10, when we close. We are closed on Monday's though, so everybody is off. Maybe you and I can go to the gym Monday morning? I can get you in as a guest."
"I think I'd like that Jamie. Call me tomorrow night, OK? My phone is about to die again, and you've got a long day tomorrow. Nite, Jamie."
"Goodnight, Dewain Jovan," Jamie laughed, "See, I remembered!"
DJ wandered back down to the kitchen where I was. "I thought some hot cocoa would be good before bed, it's about ready." I said. "What have you been doing for the last 2 hours?"
"I finally got all my clothes put away, and I've been chatting with Jamie the last half hour on the phone. Poor guy has to work a double tomorrow. He is off Monday, and wants to introduce me to the gym, and I'm a little excited about that."
"I'm sure you are," I said, smiling, "and I have an idea that is not the only thing exciting you. There is enough electricity flowing between you two to power this house!" DJ blushed. "Where is the gym?"
"I don't know. I should have asked Jamie. I hope it's within riding distance." Then, "He's going to call me after work tomorrow night and I'll ask him."
DJ and I finished our cocoa, and just sat there at the table for a few minutes, talking small talk. We were, I think, both ready for bed.
"You gonna try out your new bed tonight?" I asked.
"Not unless you're kicking me out of yours. I kinda wanted to keep it clean, in case—well for now anyway."
"I understand, DJ, in case you have company." I smiled.
We both stripped, and crawled into my bed. I wrapped my arms around this beautiful young man, wondering how many more times I would have that privilege. Sooner or later, some guy is gonna steal his heart, and I'm feeling it's going to be sooner. We soon fell asleep.
Sunday morning I woke up about 9:00 AM, alone in the bed. When I arose, I looked down at the floor, both mine and DJ's clothes were where we had dropped them the night before. I went to the bathroom, then headed toward the kitchen.
"Good morning, Dad," DJ said, smiling, "coffee's ready," and filled my cup.
"Dad, I need to ask a couple of questions. Do we have a blender?"
"Right down in that cupboard, DJ."
"Would it—be all right if Jamie was to spend the night here with me tonight?" I nodded an affirmative.
"He says the gym he goes to is about 5 miles away. He's working until 10:00 PM tonight, and he wants to pick up some stuff for our breakfast at his house, then coming here to sleep. Then we can go to the gym from here. He's got a car. Thanks, Dad!" DJ smiled.
"He is going to call me sometime this afternoon, when he gets a break."
I stood up behind DJ, where he was sitting at the table, and placed my arms around his neck, my hands on his chest. I kissed him on his forehead.
Choking up a little, "DJ, you have no idea how much joy you have brought into this old man's heart, and home."
DJ stood up and faced me, he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me closely, his beautiful cock touching mine. I absolutely love that feeling of his cock against mine. I think we both enjoy the freedom of being naked in our home.
DJ ran off to his bedroom, and appeared a few minutes later, dressed in his old jeans, T-shirt and the old sneakers. He reached up by the back door and grabbed the key for the shed.
"What about some breakfast," I stated.
"I already ate," He answered, "I want to get the grass cut before it gets too hot." DJ headed out the back door.
It occurred to me that neither DJ nor myself had even mentioned the grass, which was now about 5" high. We had been so busy doing other things, and working. I was pleased that DJ took it upon himself to just tackle it. This young man just never ceases to amaze me. DJ is cutting the grass—how the whole situation started, only a few weeks ago. My cell phone rang.
