DJ Pt. 36

Fernando, running toward them, "DANNY!" Fernando yelled, and threw his arms around him, Danny returning the embrace. The father looked at the two boys embracing and smiled.

Antonio, embarrassed, rushed over, "Fernando! Son, you can't just go running up to customers and hugging them like that."

The father, holding the palm of his hand toward Antonio, "Sir, It's okay, then offering his hand, "I'm Josh White, my wife Sam, my daughter Erica, and my son, Danny, I would guess that you are Fernando's foster father?"

Antonio, nodding, "yes sir, Antonio Chevas, glad to meet you." The two men shook hands, the boys were still holding each other.

"I think," Josh said, "that was one of the most emotional reunions I've ever seen between two individuals, are you aware of the friendship between Danny and Fernando?"

Antonio, smiling, "How could I help it, every day for the last week I've been asked 'is today the tenth?' Fernando has been so anticipating the day of Danny's release."

"I understand completely," Josh said, "We picked him up from Juvie Hall about 9:00 AM this morning. All we've heard is 'Can we stop by the pizzeria, I need to see if Fernando is there' I finally told him we would have pizza here tonight, and I'm really happy that Fernando was here." The boys finally broke their embrace.

"Dad," Fernie asked, "I know this will be my table, but can you seat them and get their drinks? I need about 5 minutes with Danny."

Antonio showed them to a table, and got their drinks. Fernie led Danny into the empty party room, and pulled him to a corner, completely out of sight from the main part of the restaurant. Danny is about 5'10" and Fernie is only about 5'2" so they are not of equal height, but they still managed to line their lips together and shared a long awaited kiss and another affectionate embrace.

"Danny," Fernie asked, "have you ever kissed a boy before?"

"Yeah, a couple of times, but they didn't have lips as sweet as yours!"

"We're down a server tonight," Fernie said, "and Dad is depending on me to fill some of that gap."

Danny, squatting down, "Hop on Fernando, and I'll take you to work!"

Fernando, grinning, climbed onto Danny's back, Danny stood and piggy backed Fernie out to where Antonio was. Danny's family was watching and grinning.

"Sir," Danny stated, "I am returning your server! I wanted to steal him, but I'm not taking the chance to steal anything, I never want to see Juvie Hall again!" Fernie dismounted his 'horse' and resumed working.

Fernando had been given three more tables to serve, besides the Whites. Every time Danny's and Fernie's eyes met, they smiled at each other.

The White's prepared to leave. Josh slipped a $20 under a plate, and they went to the cash register, met there by Antonio and Maria.

"Josh," Antonio said, "this is my wife, and Fernie's foster mom, Maria Chevas." She and Josh shook hands.

"Next Saturday is Danny's 17th birthday." Josh said, "we're planning a small celebration at Olive Garden, just our family, but we would like very much to include Fernando. Would that be OK?"

"We're very protective," Antonio said, "Fernie is only 15 and we don't want him getting into any trouble. Danny seems like a right nice young man, but if Fernando would be with your family, I think we'd be ok with that." Maria nodded.

"Danny is a good kid," Josh said, "he made a mistake and he's paid dearly for it. He's on probation for the next 60 days, and cannot be out after dark, unless he is with us. We've also laid down some rules, we want him in the house by 8:00 PM every night, even if it's still daylight. Can we pick Fernando up here, next Saturday, about 7:00 PM?"

"He'll be ready," Antonio said, "I know he'll jump at the chance to spend some time with Danny, especially to celebrate his birthday."

* * * * * *

DJ, on the way to our house, "Guys, I probably need to give you a heads-up about mornings at our house. We all sleep naked and none of us tend to get dressed until just before we leave the house. Most likely, when you get up in the morning, you'll find both of my Dad's in their birthday suits, sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee."

Damion, grinning, "And we thought it was pretty wild, having coffee in our underwear, at Uncle Carls!"

* * * * * *

DJ and Jamie arrived at our place, with their cousins, and walked in the back door. Joe was in the bedroom on his computer, and went out to greet them, with open arms, literally.

"Welcome, Welcome," Joe said, first giving Brandon a loving hug, and then Damion, and then both Jamie and DJ received one. Joe is pretty affectionate, especially when it comes to his sons and nephews.

"DJ," Joe said, grinning, "I hope you don't mind, I checked your bed and there were cum stains on the sheets, so I put them in the dirty laundry, and put clean sheets on for your cousins." Damion and Brandon grinned and giggled, and DJ's and Jamie's faces grew red. The latter two left the house and brought the cousin's luggage in.

"Guys," DJ said, "grab your overnighters, and I'll show you around." Damion and Brandon dropped their smaller bags in the room and loved the décor in DJ's bedroom. The all returned to the kitchen.

"Dad," DJ spoke, "Jamie and I are taking off, and giving you some time with your nephews. Damion, Brandon, the hours Jamie and I have spent with you this weekend is something we'll cherish for a long time to come. Please call or text us when you get home, so we'll know that you arrived safely."

"I think Brandon said it best the other night," Damion said, "The best of friends are cousins, and I think we've proven it!"

The four boys shared some really passionate goodbye hugs, and liquid emotions flowed from all of their eyes like rain. DJ and Jamie left, heading to the Seldon home.

"Uncle Joe," Damion said, "we'd like to know more about our family, and I think you're the likeliest one to tell us the truth."

Joe suggested that they all sit on the sofa in the den, as it was likely more comfortable than sitting at the kitchen table. Joe sat in the center, and the two boys sat closely on each side of him. Joe intuitively wrapped an arm over each of their shoulders, and they both snuggled even closer.

"What was it like," Brandon inquired, "when you and Mom were growing up? Mom told us that you and her were not treated equally."

"I think your Mom and I always had a lot of sibling rivalry," Joe explained. "I was always 'Mama's boy' and Julia was 'Daddy's little girl'. It was even worse, after I came out, as a teenager. Mom accepted me, and Dad told me I was an embarrassment to the family. Dad was pretty homophobic, and I think your Mom inherited that trait from him."

"Uncle Joe," Damion asked, "did you ever have any girlfriends?"

"No, Julia was a year older than me," Joe explained, "and when we were both in high school, she started having boyfriends, and so did I. The difference was, she was allowed to bring her boyfriends to the house and meet Mom and Dad, I was never allowed to bring my boyfriends home."

"Did you live in California then?" Bran asked.

"No, we lived here, Julia and I both graduated from high school here. Julia met your Dad, they got married, and your father got a job on the West Coast, and they moved to Frisco. A few years later they had a couple of rug rats, named Damion and Brandon." Both boys grinned.

"I did a stint in the Air Force, returned here, went to Police Academy, and got the job here at the County Police Department, where I still work today."

"So how did Grandma end up in Frisco?" Damion asked.

"When you were little boys," Joe continued, "Mom and Dad, like most grandparents, were fascinated by their grandchildren, and came to Frisco to visit. Dad was only a few months from retirement, and Julia convinced them to move to Frisco, after Dad retired."

"After Dad retired, they sold the house, the same house Julia and I grew up in. Julia found them a large apartment in Frisco, they contracted a moving company and moved to Frisco. About a year later, Dad, your Grandpa Vic, became sick and passed on. I traveled out there for his funeral, and that's why he is buried out there. After Dad's death, Mom downsized to a much smaller, one bedroom apartment, that was close to where you lived, so she would be close to her daughter and grandsons."

"Mom came out here in January, to see Doug and I get married, something she had waited years to see. While Doug and I were on our honeymoon, Mom made the decision to not return to California. She rented that room at the Golden Age Senior Community, where she lived until she suffered that heart attack, that took her life."

"I feel really bad," Damion stated, "that Brandon and I didn't spend more time with Grandma. I guess we got tied up with our own lives, and just didn't take the time. We always thought we could do that NEXT week, and now we've run out of weeks."

"DJ and Jamie were a little more fortunate." Joe lamented, "The Monday before Mom had her attack, they took Mom out for dinner at the Hometown Café and had a really good time together. Then Wednesday night she had her attack. Six days later, on Tuesday, Mom passed away, right in front of DJ and Jamie, so they were the last family members to see her alive. It destroyed DJ, I think he took it much harder than all the rest of us put together, DJ and his Granny were very close."

"Uncle Joe," Brandon asked, "do you know what was in her will?"

"I have no idea," Joe answered, "Monday I'm taking all of her paperwork, Life Insurance Policy, and her portfolio, and the sealed Will to our attorney, Steve Jones, and let him sort everything out. He's Jamie's Uncle, and the attorney that handled DJ's adoption. He has also set up Doug's and my personal stuff, in case one of us passes."

"We don't know Uncle Doug very well, but he seems like a really nice and loving man, and you two seem to be very happy together," Damion stated, "If you're happy, then we're happy." Brandon nodded.

"Guys," Joe said, his eyes a little wet, "All your Grandma, My Mom, ever wanted, was to see me happy, and the day Doug and I got married was the happiest day of my life!"

"Doug is an exceptionally generous and loving man," Joe said, "we both have unbounded love for our son, and there is nothing in our power that we wouldn't do to protect him. "DJ is an awesome young man."

It was about 9:40 PM when I walked in the back door with three giant WAWA subs, setting them on the table. Damion and Brandon sprung from the sofa and smothered me with hugs, like I was a long lost best friend. Joe followed them, and we shared a loving kiss and hug.

"I picked up some subs," I said, "I thought you guys might be getting hungry, one is Turkey, one roast beef and the other is Italian. If you guys each pick one, Joe and I will split the other one."

"DJ, Jamie and us two killed two large pizzas at Anthony's," Brandon said, "but that was about 5 hours ago, and they've kinda run out. Thanks, Uncle Doug."

The boys intuitively opened the refrigerator and each grabbed a Pepsi, and then each boy selected a sub, leaving the Italian one for Joe and me. Joe and I smiled at each other, having that warm, loving feeling that we always have when our own DJ and Jamie were there. I'm too quickly developing a deep love for these two beautiful young men. The boys destroyed the whole giant subs just a little faster than Joe and I could eat our split sub. The boys were sitting together on one side of the table, Joe and I sitting on the ends.

"Uncle Joe, Uncle Doug," Damion spoke, "Brandon and I have been planning something we want to do, but we thought we ought to discuss it with you before we take action, and get your advice."

Brandon, excitedly, "We want to leave Frisco, and live here!"

"Whoa! Guys!" Joe exclaimed, "That's a major undertaking, have you considered the ramifications?"

"Some of them," Damion replied, "but there may be some things we haven't considered, and that's why we're reaching out to you. Uncle Joe, you know how our parents are, we can't discuss this with them."

"We're not planning to do a Grandma stunt," Brandon said, "and just not go back, we definitely need to be back in Frisco by tomorrow night."

Damion, smiling, "As much as we'd like to just stay here now, we need to return, do some research, and Brandon needs to at least finish this semester at college. We might be able to make the move sometime after the first of June."

"Why do you guys think you'd want to move here?" I asked, "Your entire lives have been centered around San Francisco. Your parents and your friends are all out there."

"Uncle Doug," Brandon lamented, "I think we have both fallen hopelessly in love with our Eastern Family. Aunt Karen and Uncle Carl have shown us love and affection like we've never experienced from Mom and Dad. We do have some friends back home, but our closest and best friends are DJ and Jamie."

"Even if they're Gay?" Joe asked, grinning.

Damion, snickering, "Even if they're Gay!"

"Where would you live, and what would you do to support yourselves?" I asked.

"Uncle Doug, I have my AAS degree in accounting, and I had decent grades. If I go online and file some applications, I'm certain I will get some job offers, maybe not from here in Smalltown, but likely from the city. Once I secure employment, I can get an apartment."

"Brandon," I asked, "Don't you still have another year at college?"

"Yeah," Brandon replied, "After this semester. I'm studying graphic arts, and Bryan is in the same curriculum, so I know the community college here offers it. I need to do some research, but I think I can transfer my credits to this school, and finish up here."

"Brandon," Joe stated, "your parents are pretty vindictive, if you move here, they're going to cut you off and not pay your school costs."

"DJ got a part time job, and he pays his own school expenses," Brandon countered, "if he can do it, I can do it!"

"DJ also has two Dad's that don't charge him room and board," Joe said.

"If I can land a decent paying job," Damion said, "I will pay for my brother's room and board, and I'm willing to bet that Aunt Karen and Uncle Carl will rent him a room pretty cheap! If Brandon lives with them, he can probably get a ride to school with Jamie and DJ, or maybe even Bryan."

"You can't depend on Bryan for very long," I said, "He and Phil are saving their money up to rent an apartment of their own. They'll probably be moving out in the next three or four weeks."

"You might need to consider renting a U-haul truck to move all your stuff, you could even get a tow-bar for your car, load everything in the truck and tow your car behind it," Joe offered.

"Uncle Joe," Damion countered, "We don't have that much fuckin' stuff. The biggest thing I've got is a 30" flat screen TV. We've both got laptops, and our clothes. Everything we've got will fit in my Camry."

"It seems you guys have dotted most of the I's and crossed most of the T's," I said, "I think the biggest stumbling block will be transportation. This isn't metropolis, there ain't no subways, trolley's or busses. You'll probably need to consider getting Brandon a car before very long."

"It's getting late, guys," Joe said, "if we're gonna get you to the airport by 10:30 we need to leave here by about 9:00, and that means we need to rise and shine about 7:00 AM, and it's midnight now."

The boys took the hint. Both of them gave Joe and me loving hugs, kisses on the cheek and headed to DJ's room to sleep. Joe and I turned out the lights and headed to bed also.

Lying in bed I said, "You know Joe, those boys are terribly easy to love!"

"Even if they're straight?" Joe asked, chuckling.

"Yep, even if they're straight! Goodnight baby."

* * * * * *

On Sunday morning, March 11th, Joe's alarm sounded at 7:00 AM waking both of us, and we rose from our bed immediately. I headed to the bathroom and relieved myself, and then started a full pot of coffee. After his morning relief, Joe slipped into DJ's room to wake Damion and Brandon.

Joe, gently shaking Damion's shoulder, "Come on, guys, get up!"

Damion, his eyes opening and staring at Joe's flaccid penis, only about 12 inches in front of his face, "Uncle Joe, you're naked!"

"How else would you expect me to be at seven in the morning?" Joe replied, "by the time you relieve yourselves, coffee will be ready."

The boys slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, and did something really rare for them, they stood at the commode together and relieved their bladders, both glancing down at the others penis.

Brandon remarked, "We haven't peed together like that in years."

"I know," Damion replied, grinning, "seems kinda strange." Both boys squeezed out those last drops, tucked their dicks back into their boxers and headed to the kitchen.

When I saw them coming into the kitchen, I got up from the table and got the coffeepot and poured them each a cup of coffee, then sat back down. The boys sat together on one side of the table, fixing and stirring their coffee.

"I guess DJ wasn't kidding," Brandon said, "you guys do sit around naked at the table in the morning!"

"Only if there are no ladies present," I remarked, grinning, "and I don't think you guys qualify as ladies."

"We only just got used to sitting at the table in our underwear, while at Aunt Karen's and Uncle Carl's," Damion stated.

"We've quickly grown to really love our East Coast family," Brandon added, "but you've sure got some strange habits!"

"If you guys want to grab a shower before we leave," Joe said, "now would be a good time. We'll have breakfast ready by the time you finish, if you don't take too long."

The boys both headed to the bathroom to shower and I donned the apron to start breakfast. They decided, to save time, they would shower together again. After drying off, they realized they had another problem, they had run out of clean boxers. I barged into the bathroom on them, and asked them to vacate for a few as I needed the bathroom for a number two.

"Uncle Doug," Damion asked, "would we have time to wash and dry some boxers, we're out of clean ones."

"Joe's dishing up breakfast now," I said, "we can go ahead and eat, and I think I'll have a solution to the boxers after breakfast. They can wait until after we eat."

The boys reluctantly walked into the kitchen naked, and resumed their seats at the table. I finished in the bathroom and joined them shortly. Joe and I love this glass-topped table, especially when we have young male guests sitting at it naked. The boys may or may not have realized that Joe and I had a nice view of their packages through the table.

"Follow me, guys," I said, after we'd all finished eating. Like sheep Damion and Brandon followed me into DJ's room. I opened the top draw of DJ's dresser, and in the back corner was a short stack of clean boxers. These boys are all pretty close in size, and I was certain they would fit. I pulled out two pairs and tossed them to the boys.

"Uncle Doug, you don't need to give us DJ's boxers." Brandon said.

"He'll never miss them," I said, "DJ and Jamie don't wear boxers anymore, they both wear boxer-briefs." The boys pulled them on and continued to dress, putting on the clothes they intended to wear for their flight, then gathered up all the rest of their clothes and packed them.

Joe met me in our bedroom, and we dressed, preparing to take the boys to the airport. In a few more minutes, we walked out of the house, put the boy's luggage in the trunk of Joe's Taurus and we headed toward the city, Joe behind the wheel, and the boys in the back seat.

"Guys," I said, "getting back to what we were discussing last night, Joe and I don't want to encourage you or discourage you. Do your research, and whatever you decide to do is your decision. We love you, and we will stand up for you, regardless of your final decision."