DJ Pt. 10

And the song continued...

Every battle, every scar

We are warriors

Hear us shouting from our hearts

This is who we are

We will travel near and far

For the thousand wars

Hear us screaming from our hearts

This is who we are

Aaaaare,

Aaaaare,

This is who we are

We play with fire

We laugh and cry

We taste the dark to see the light

We're wild and free

Without a clue

We put our trust in someone new

But it makes us who we are

Tonight,

Every battle, every scar

We are warriors

Hear us shouting from our hearts

This is who we are

We will travel near and far

For the thousand wars

Hear us screaming from our hearts

This is who we are

Aaaaare,

Aaaaare,

This is who we are

Every battle, every scar

We are warriors

Hear us shouting from our hearts

This is who we are

We will travel near and far

For the thousand wars

Hear us screaming from our hearts

This is who we are

Aaaaare,

Aaaaare,

This is who we are

Author's note:

It's on Youtube: Boyzone - Who We Are - Official Music Video

From the Album 'BZ20'

When the band finished the song, there was cheering and clapping from every corner of the Water Hole. The lead singer spoke again.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

"Folks, the words in that song so closely represent a lot of what we, as a band, have experienced. We're not famous, yet, but at least some people in this area of the state are familiar with the name 'Country Ramblers' and maybe someday we might even make to Nashville."

"Does anybody out there know how to Twist?"

A few hands rose, mostly from some of the older people in the crowd.

"Well, while you're still in a 'get down' mood, we're going to reach into the time machine a give you a classic, originally by Chubby Checker, back in the early days of Rock and Roll. If you don't know how to twist, at least get out there and shake your booties, and maybe you younger folks can learn a new dance tonight. Here we go!"

They played their version of the classic, once again filling up the dance floor. By the time the song was finished, DJ and Jamie both knew how to twist, learning mostly from the older dancers. They were having fun. The song finished, and there was applause again.

"Thank you all! While we're on this journey back in time, we're going to reach in again, to our time machine. Something you rarely ever hear anymore is an instrumental, in other words, a song without vocals. Back in the late 50's and through the 60's, there is a song that was played at almost every high school dance and prom in the country. It was originally released by a guitar duo, Santo and Johnny, and has been covered by many, many recording artists, as well as many local bands. We're going to slow the pace way down, grab your sweetheart and dream while you drift around the floor to 'Sleepwalk'."

"Come on DJ," Jamie encouraged.

"Jamie, I don't know how to slow dance."

"It's easy baby, just follow my lead, and move your feet to the music."

Once the boys got on the dance floor, Jamie wrapped his arms around DJ, almost like a hug, and drew him close. DJ almost automatically followed suit, and they started slow dancing, swaying to the music, their faces touching, cheek to cheek. They were holding each other tightly, and could feel their cocks starting to press against each other. The only thing separating their penises was the fabric of their boxer-briefs and jeans.

"Jamie," DJ spoke softly, "I'm getting—hard."

"You're not alone, baby, but it feels so—romantic. I love being close to you, like this. If this dance lasts too long we might both cream our jeans."

The two boys danced the rest of the song, but they couldn't resist grinding against each other, it felt so erotic and natural. They decided to take a break and returned to their table.

"Jamie, do you think anyone noticed—you know, our erections?"

"I doubt it. These boxer-briefs helped us hide them, cause ours were held straight up, toward our belly buttons, that also made it more fun to grind against yours. Check out that couple, I'll bet they're wearing boxers."

DJ looked over at where Jamie was pointing and saw the couple about to sit down, with very obvious tents in their loose fitting jeans. Looking around, even a couple of the likely straight guys were tented.

Chico, refilling our Pepsis, "You guys ready to order?" he asked.

"I'm getting hungry, baby," Jamie said.

DJ responded, grinning, "For some real food I hope!"

Chico, evidently getting the gist, "How long have you two been together?"

"We're just friends!" DJ answered.

"Right!" Chico answered, "and I've got some ocean front property in Arizona I'd like to sell you. I've worked here for almost four years and I can spot boys that are in love in a heartbeat, girls too. I'll be honest, my husband and I have been together for 5 years, we just got married about a year ago. Our anniversary is in 2 weeks."

Jamie spoke, "Congratulations! We've been seeing each other for about 7 months. DJ, that super sampler platter looks good."

"It is good," DJ replied, "Joe ordered that for us, the time he brought us up here. Especially the shrimp skewers."

"It's a good choice," Chico said, "It's designed for sharing by two people, is that what you want to order?" Jamie nodded.

"Can we get extra shrimp skewers?" DJ asked.

"Sure, I think they're like $3.00 each, is that ok?"

"Sure, Chico, with 2 extra shrimps."

"I need to caution you," Chico said, "They're a little behind in the kitchen, it'll be about 45 minutes, go ahead and catch some more dances."

Jamie and DJ were about ready to hit the dance floor again when suddenly a couple walked up to their table, drinks in hand.

"DJ!, Jamie!" Chuck exclaimed. The three men shook hands. "Guys, I'd like you to meet my Girlfriend, Serena. Baby, these are two of my newest friends from College, DJ and Jamie. Can we sit with you for a few?"

DJ and Jamie both extended their hands to Serena

"Sure Chuck," Jamie said, "There's two extra chairs at this table that we're not using." Chuck and Serena sat down.

"Chuck," Jamie said, "I'm rather surprised to see you here. You do know this is probably more of a gay club than straight?"

"Yeah, I know that, but you know us straight folks like to have fun too. We mostly are following the band, and we knew that they were playing here tonight."

"Serena," Chuck said, "I told you what happened at the pizza party a few weeks ago. I was almost willing to let a 7 year friendship dissolve that day, when I learned that Devon and Quentin were Bi." Then, tearing up, "These two guys helped salvage that relationship. They may march to a different drumbeat, but they're A-1 when it comes to compassion. There is no way I would ever not consider them friends."

"Serena," Jamie queried, "Are you Hispanic?"

"Just a little bit," she smiled, "My parents are both Argentine, but I was born and raised here in the USA. I can speak Spanish fluently, but I was educated here, and even most of my childhood friends were American, so I'm really Bi-lingual."

"Serena," Chuck said, "Tell them about Fernando."

"Are you sure Chuck?" Serena questioned.

"I think it's safe," Chuck said, "These guys can be trusted."

"My little brother, Fernando, well, he's only 14, and, like me he was born and educated here. He confided in me, about 2 or 3 months ago, that he likes boys, and he thinks he's gay. Until the last few years, people like that were executed in my country. Even now, most people in my country consider gay and lesbian people as children of the devil."

"Wow!" DJ exclaimed, "that's heavy!"

"I've told Fernando, that he can't tell Mama or Papa that. I'm scared what they might do, they're still Argentine, and have the views of their native country. I don't think they would try to kill him, but they might disown him, and kick him out of the house. He's too young to be on his own."

"Do you think he's gay, Serena?" Jamie asked.

"He has all the indications. As I said, he's 14, and has no interest at all in girls, and he showed me a magazine that a friend gave him, called Blueboy. He showed it to me, and it had pictures of naked men in it, some of them even had erections. It embarrassed me to even look. He pointed to one, and said he wished his penis looked like that. The man was circumcised. Like most Hispanic boys, Fernando is not circumcised. I made him give the book to me and I got rid of it, before Mama or Papa might ever find it. He cried, but I think he understood why I had to do it. I love my little brother very much, but I'm afraid for him."

Chico brought our food and asked if we needed extra plates, We told him yes, please. We were willing to share with Chuck and Serena. Chuck then asked Chico to do another order like it, and put it on his bill. Chico placed the order and brought 2 extra plates for Serena and Chuck.

"Do you have a picture of him, Serena?" DJ asked.

"I do, in my phone, hold on. It's quite recent."

Serena showed Jamie and I the photo she had in her phone.

"Oh my god, he's adorable!" DJ exclaimed, I want to hug him!"

"I can't make any promises, Serena," Jamie remarked, "my parents have a 4 bedroom house, with 2 spare rooms. If push comes to shove, I think I could convince them to take in a foster child. They've had experience raising one gay boy, for almost 20 years. They're awesome parents, and have accepted me, their only child, and now my boyfriend. DJ and I regularly sleep together in their home, so they know a lot about gay boys. Tell Fernando, he has friends that he's never met. We're not about to let Fernando sleep on the streets. If anything serious happens with your parents and him, tell Chuck to get hold of one of us, OK?"

Serena rose from her chair, walked behind DJ and Jamie, and gave them both a hug. She thanked them for listening to her story. The first order had been devoured, and Chico brought the second one, that Chuck had ordered. We soon made history of that second order of food. All of us agreed that the food was really good.

Chuck, retrieving his phone from a pocket, "DJ, Jamie, can I have your numbers?"

"If it's ok, I'd like to have them also," Serena said.

Jamie said, "Chuck might get a little jealous if you've got other boys phone numbers in your contact list."

Chuck, chuckling, "I know these guys, and I know what they're NOT up to, so I don't have a problem with you having their numbers. Serena, I haven't known these guys very long, but they are two of the most real guys I know. Don't get your hopes up, guys, I'm not about to join your club, but I'll stand up for you, and support your club. You guys have the right to be yourselves, and I support that right."

Chuck and Serena both saved DJ's and Jamie's phone numbers into their phones, and headed to the dance floor. DJ and Jamie also hit the dance floor. It was a real trip for Jamie, to be able to dance with his boyfriend, unabashedly and without shame. They were not the only gay couple there, as about two thirds of the floor was either two girls or two boys dancing together. It was a great and comfortable feeling.

With all the Pepsi they drank, the needed a bathroom break, and headed to the men's room.

DJ commented, "I am kinda liking these boxer-briefs, but it takes longer to work your cock out of the fly, than with boxers.

"I suppose," Jamie responded, "That could be a real disadvantage if you were about ready to spring a leak or you are erect!"

They did dance some of the faster songs, where they could really get down and boogie. Some folks seemed to enjoy just watching these two get down, of course this was a natural for DJ. They tried, really tried to slow dance without causing their penises to bump into each other, which caused them both to erect, against their will. They finally discovered that they could dance, using their hips as the main contact point below the waist, and didn't allow their penises to make physical contact. A few times, they just stood on the floor and shared a romantic kiss. One of those times, a couple ladies that were right next to them told them how beautiful that kiss they shared looked.

The evening, and the boy's date, was coming to an end. DJ had $60 left on the gift card, after he had paid the cover charge. When he settled the tab, the total on it was $67.00. He used the gift card for $60.00 of it and put the balance of $7.00, plus a $15.00 tip for Chico on his debit card.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the speakers blasted, "on behalf of myself and the Country Ramblers, I want to thank each and every one of you for being here tonight, and helping us get through this first time here at the Water Hole. You've been an amazing audience. I hope you guys might return again, if we're invited to play here again."

"I certainly hope that you enjoyed this event, half as much as we enjoyed performing for you. All good things must come to an end, and the clock, and the management, says it's time to finish. Going into the time machine one more time, back to the 60's, a song made popular by the late Mama Cass Elliot, who was for some of you unknown, she was one of the four members of The Mama's and the Papa's. Grab your loved one, and our last song and slow dance is 'Dream a Little Dream of Me'"

Jamie and DJ were almost the first couple on the floor, but within seconds, the floor was full. They forgot about the probability of boners, and just held on to each other tightly, slowly drifting to the music. Neither of the boys was really leading, they just swayed to the music as one, lost in each other, and enjoying the closeness they were sharing. They were both sorry to see the evening end. Chuck and Serena danced close to them at one point, Chuck made a fist, and held a thumb up, smiling at DJ and Jamie as they passed each other.

Everybody was heading out towards their cars, and trying to get out to the main road. It took Jamie 15 minutes just to make their way out of the parking lot.

"Jamie, I think we should have used the restroom before we left."

"Yeah, we did drink a lot of Pepsi, but we should be home in about 45 minutes," Jamie assured.

"45 minutes! My jeans and your car seat are going to be soaked before then. There is no way I can hold it that long. We need to stop somewhere, soon!"

"OK, DJ, I'll find a spot to pull over, just be patient."

"Jamie," DJ cried, "my bladder is running out of patience! I'm gonna start leaking!"

"Just hold on a couple more minutes, baby."

"I don't think I have two minutes, I just lost a squirt in my pants!"

"DJ, go ahead and get ready, pull your dick out of your fly and underwear, and when I pull over, open the door, step out, and let it go."

"OOOOOhhhhh, I don't think I've ever had to go this bad!"

"I see a spot, DJ, just a couple hundred feet to go, but don't step out until the car stops. I gotta go pretty bad myself."

Jamie pulled the car to a stop, threw it in neutral, and pulled the parking brake on. DJ was already standing by the passenger door and draining. Jamie quickly walked around to the same side of the car, quickly worked his cock out and started to relieve himself.

"Jamie, taking a piss never felt this good before. I accidentally pissed on the inside of the door while I was getting out, I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure worse things than a little pee have been on that door before.

After the boys got their junk put away, Jamie turned DJ to face him, wrapped his arms around DJ and planted his lips on DJ's, and DJ wrapped his arms around Jamie. They stood like that for about 5 minutes. There was literally no traffic on this secondary road, at nearly 2:00 AM on a Sunday morning. They got back into the car and drove on home.

DJ, as Jamie parked the car, "Would you believe I gotta piss again?"

"Try me," Jamie answered, "Let's water the grass in the back yard."

Both released another good stream, put their junk away again and headed into the house, and right into their bedroom. Jamie observed that DJ's crotch area of his red jeans was quite dark.

"DJ," Jamie said, grinning, "Look in the mirror, and look down at your crotch."

DJ, looking in the mirror, "Oh shit!"

Jamie, now chuckling, "DJ you can't hide a wet crotch in those red jeans. You said you lost a squirt in your pants."

"Well," DJ explained, "I did, at first, and then more squirts kept pushing out behind it. Probably 8 or 10 squirts."

"I guess, down the line, we'll remember this as the night DJ peed his pants."

"I think I'd rather just not remember it!" DJ replied, I need to wash my crotch, before we go to bed."

DJ washed up, both boys brushed their teeth, and they cuddled up in bed.

"Jamie," DJ spoke softly, "I just can't help thinking about Fernando."

"He's haunting you too?" Jamie said, "I was fortunate, I think I was 14 when I came out to Mom and Dad. Mom accepted me instantly, it took Dad a couple of weeks, but he came around. He said he wasn't excited about it, but that he still loved me. I think I feel like Serena, I fear for Fernando's safety, and I don't even know the kid."

"Those are the kind of situations that cause so many gay teens to, you know—I would hate to think that Fernando could become a statistic. At that age, those kids really have no one to reach out to—it makes me want to cry. I don't want to talk about it anymore. Jamie, what did you think about the Water Hole?"

"That place was cool, we need to go back again," Jamie responded, "I never realized the music from a country band could be so danceable. When they played 'sleepwalk' and we were dancing to it, It felt like we were dancing in heaven, it was so romantic!"

"Jamie, if you had told me I was going to be dancing to country music, I would have told you there was no way. But I still had a blast. I actually liked the old songs they played. Those were definitely from an earlier time, but cool at the same time."

"DJ, we need to get on you-tube and check out some of that older music, and I'd like to check out that Irish group, Boyzone, too. I'm tired and happy. We'll probably sleep until noon today, cause it's already 3:00 AM."

The two young men snuggled up and very soon drifted off, to 'Dream a Little Dream' of each other.

* * * * * *

Sunday morning, November 12, at about 11:30AM, Jamie woke up and looked over at his sleeping boyfriend. A warm feeling of pure love for this young man swept over him, and he was feeling so fortunate that fate had brought them together. Jamie really can't imagine life without DJ in it.

Jamie gently placed his hand on DJ's belly, and softly caressed it, running his hand down and feeling DJ's morning wood, matching his own. DJ opened his eyes, and looked back at his lover, a smile came over his face. It's too bad the rest of the world can't have the love that these two share.

"Baby," DJ said, "I gotta pee, have you already gone?"

"Not yet, but I need to, before I piss the bed."

DJ, snickering, "I'll bet you don't have to go as bad as I did last night!"

"Probably not, I'm not squirting yet."

The two rose from the bed, went into the bathroom and drained, and then returned to the bed to cuddle for a while.

"DJ," Jamie asked, "how old were you when you came out?"

DJ, thinking, "I've never really come out. I never actually realized I even was gay, until after I met Dad."

"You never had any gay experiences, like back in school, or before you met Dad?"

"Jamie, you know I spent my last year of high school in a Military Academy. They had open showers, sometimes as many as 8 boys would shower at the same time. We were all teenagers, mostly between about 14 and 18. Sometimes guys would horse around, batting or squeezing other boy's cocks, or slapping asses, and some of us would get erections."

"Sometimes 3, 4 or 5 of us would have like a circle jerk, sometimes a contest to see who could cum the fastest, or the most. We'd jack ourselves off, and shoot our loads on the floor and let the water carry it away. None of us ever thought of it as gay, it was just something that teen boys do, and it was fun. I do remember that seeing some of the others cocks did make me get hard. Sometimes I felt like I wanted to play with some of their cocks, but I never dared to suggest doing anything like that. That would have labeled me as a queer or faggot."