DJ Pt. 23

"Boys, this may or may not go to court, depending on the actions of Mr. Robinson during the initial hearing. If, during pretrial, Jamal pleads 'guilty', then his sentence will be at the discretion of the Judge. If he pleads 'not guilty' then it will be scheduled for trial, and you guys will need to be willing to testify, on behalf of the State, are you willing to testify?"

Both Jamie and DJ stated they wanted to see this guy get what he deserved, and they would testify. Also how they would be able to breathe, once they knew Jamal was in custody.

"Mr. Henning spoke, "Once I issue this warrant, it will likely be a matter of hours before the police arrest him, and take him into custody. After pretrial, unless he pleads guilty, the judge will set bail, and if he can come up with bail, he can be released until his trial date. The only other way he can get out would be if you guys decide to drop the charges against him."

"Sir," DJ said, "after the trauma he's put us through, I don't think that's too likely to happen, I'm scared to death for Jamie's safety, even more than my own!"

Henning, smiling, "You guys are pretty tight, I can tell you care a lot about each other, I need you both to sign (pointing) here, then I'll sign it and have an officer come and pick it up, ASAP."

"Sir," Jamie asked, "is there a way we can be notified when he has been taken into custody?"

"Sure," Henning stated, "Give me your phone numbers, and I'll pass them on to the Desk Sergeant, and he'll post it on the board."

Henning, standing up, "Between the school's excellent surveillance system, and your ability to identify this guy, we've got an open and closed case, we'll get this guy."

They boys thanked him, and they shook hands. DJ and Jamie left, they made a quick stop at Bojangle's and grabbed some sausage and egg biscuits, and Jamie drove DJ to the store to start his shift. Jamie doesn't need to be at work until 4:00 PM and is closing.

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Joe and I got up early, well, early for us on a Saturday, about 8:00 AM and I prepared a full pot of coffee. The Cleveland boys came into the kitchen, both dressed in their finest birthday suits. Joe and I both gave them good morning hugs, our cocks touched, and they both giggled a little, but neither of them was offended. I think they rather enjoyed the 'touch'. I poured us all mugs of coffee.

"What time do you guys want to get on the road?" I asked.

Todd answered, "It's about an eight hour drive, if we leave by 10:00 we should be home by 7:30 or 8:00 tonight."

"Please, please, please," I said, "give me a call when you get home, so we will know you made it home safely."

"We will," Ryan replied, "I promise."

"Those boys are incredible hosts," Todd commented, "Ryan and I thoroughly enjoyed every minute we spent with them yesterday."

"The highlight was that event in the park!" Ryan exclaimed.

"Don't tell me," Joe commented, "y'all gave each other blowjobs."

Todd was in the process of swallowing a mouthful of coffee when Joe made that comment. He choked, and coffee spewed out of his mouth, landing on his stomach, cock and chair. I got up and grabbed a couple of paper towels, and Todd wiped off.

Todd, heading to the bedroom, "Hold on, I've got proof!"

He returned a minute later, holding his phone. He opened the gallery and brought up the photos, and showed them to Joe and me. There was no way Joe and I could keep a straight face, we were grinning and laughing too hard.

Ryan remarked, "It was like live gay porn, even better. Those boys are so photogenic!

"In my opinion," Joe said, "all four of you are very photogenic."

"The neat thing was," Ryan stated, "there was no crossover, DJ and Jamie sucked each other off, and Todd and I sucked each other off. We watched each other, we all got off, and we all swallowed our boyfriends' loads. It was beautiful, and so natural, out in the woods! I wish we had a park like that around Cleveland."

"I promised the boys," Todd mentioned, "that I would send them copies of these photos in mpeg format on a CD, so we'll all have memories of yesterday."

"DJ and Jamie have made an imprint on our hearts," Ryan lamented, "I wish we could take them back with us and adopt them as our little brothers."

"Over my dead body!" I exclaimed, smiling, "I have a feeling that our Sons have stolen our cruise friends from us, If we're going to get you on the road by 10:00 I guess I'd better get to cooking!"

I donned the apron and started to fix us all some bacon and eggs, and toast and orange juice. We enjoyed out last meal together, and I know that Joe and I (and the boys) are going to miss these guys. It's sad to think that there is a probability that Joe and I may never see them again. I'm sure they will remain alive though, through DJ and Jamie, and who knows, we just may meet again.

Our friends rose from the table after breakfast. They went to their bedroom to dress. Then packed whatever they might have that was not already in their suitcases. Joe and I also dressed, as we were planning to watch them depart. Ten minutes later they carried the suitcases to the car, Joe and I accompanied them out.

"Guys." I said, with tears in my eyes, "if you ever get down this way again, please know that you have some friends in North Carolina that would be delighted to see you again, and a place to stay, other that a hotel. Please drive safely, and don't forget to call when you get home."

"That works two ways," Todd stated, "maybe the next time you two take a trip, you can stop in Cleveland for a few days and let us show you some Northern Hospinudity. We have a spare bedroom that's always open for you."

We all shared a last hug, Todd and Ryan got into their car and left, we were waving goodbye to each other. I hated to see them leave. Joe and I walked back into the house, I decided to wash the sheets from DJ's bed, even though Todd and Ryan had only used them for two nights. While they were in the washer, I cleaned up the kitchen and washed the breakfast dishes.

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After dropping DJ off at the store, Jamie was at a loss. He wasn't due to work until 4:00 that afternoon, and it was only 10:00 AM, so he decided to go home to his parents' house. Maybe he could have a little fun with Phil and Bryan, they should be up by now.

Jamie walked into the kitchen and saw Phil and Bryan, Granny and both his Mom and Dad all seated at the table. He kissed his Mom and Granny, said hi to the others and immediately went to his room, and closed the door. He was distraught, but somehow didn't feel much like talking to anyone. Phil and Bryan both jumped up and followed Jamie into his room and closed the door again.

Jamie was on the bed and buried his face in the pillow, and started to cry. Phil and Bryan had their hands all over Jamie, trying to console him.

"Jamie," Phil asked, "is DJ okay, where is he?"

"I just dropped him off at work, he's ok, I think," Jamie answered.

"Have you told your parents yet," Bryan asked, "about any of this shit that's gone down?"

Jamie, shaking his head, "I don't want them to worry."

"Bryan told me," Phil said, "and made me promise not to say anything to them, but they know something is wrong, they're going to worry as much, not knowing, as they would if you tell them."

"Jamie, you've got some of the best parents in the world," Bryan stated, "I'm begging you, please don't keep them in the dark, they need to know, please tell them, now!"

Bryan and Phil dragged Jamie back to the kitchen, and they all sat down at the table.

"Mom, Dad," Bryan said, "Something pretty scary happened on campus yesterday morning, involving DJ and Jamie. It's nothing they did, but, well, they were threatened, I was right there when it happened. I wanted to tell you, but Jamie put a gag order on me. Phil and I have convinced him to let you know what went down, but I'm going to let Jamie explain the details.

"Jamie," Karen asked, "if it's nothing you did wrong, why did you not want to tell us?"

"Because I didn't want you to worry about me, and DJ."

"Son," Carl spoke, "we sensed something wasn't right, and we are already worried, spill it!"

Jamie spent the next half an hour, explaining the incident. When he mentioned that he and DJ had identified the person that left the note, a look of anger came over Carl's face. If looks could kill, Jovan would be dead already.

"So," Carl spoke, holding up the note that Jamie had left on the table that morning, "is this something to do with this incident?"

"We had to go to campus this morning and pick up paperwork, and take it to the magistrate, Mr. Henning, and we had to sign a warrant for Jovan's arrest. Mr. Henning told us that he would likely be taken into custody within a few hours. He may have already been arrested, the police are supposed to inform DJ and me when they have him in custody."

Carl, angrily, "This is horrible, I'd like to shoot the bastard that would do something like this to my boys! Jamie, how is DJ handling this?"

"Not too well, Dad, he came very close to a total emotional breakdown last night. He was with Todd and Ryan, and they helped him through it, both of our Dad's were working at the time. DJ does seem a lot better today, and he did go to work, I dropped him off at 10:00 this morning, after we got back from the magistrates office."

Karen, checking the new memo board, "Let's see, Bryan, you're due to work at 2:00 PM, Phil at 3:00, DJ was at 10:00 AM and Jamie you're at 4:00 PM, Jamie, are you up to working today?"

"I think so, Mom," Jamie commented, "Part of me wants to lay off today, but I don't want to let Anthony down, and working will likely help me to keep my mind off of this shit, so, yeah, I'm going in. I need to give DJ my car keys when I go in to work, so he will have a car to drive when he gets off at 6:00, and then he'll pick me up at 11:00 and we'll go to his house for the night."

"I was up quite late last night, and up early this morning," Jamie said, "If I take a siesta, can someone wake me up about 3:00?"

"We got you covered, Son," Carl replied, "Go take a nap."

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About 3:40 PM DJ's phone rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket, looked at the unknown number and answered it.

An unfamiliar voice spoke, "I'm trying to reach a Douglas Kendall, is he available?"

"This is he, how may I help you?"

"This is Sergeant Rice, I'm the Desk Sergeant on duty today, I was asked to call you when we had a Jamal Robinson in custody, we booked him in about 30 minutes ago."

"Oh, Sergeant, thank you very much, Jamie and I can breathe now, is there anything I need to do?"

"No sir, he'll be held here until his pretrial, probably on Monday, and then he will be transferred to the county jail to await his trial."

No sooner than the sergeant hung up, DJ's phone rang again, this time it was Jamie. DJ answered quickly.

"Jamie! I just got a call from the desk sergeant, they've got him in custody, they booked him about a half hour ago!"

"Super, baby! That's great! Reason I called, I was running late, when you get off, can you come over and get the keys? I didn't have time to bring them to you."

"Sure baby, no problem, I gotta go, got customers, laters."

About 4:30 I came in from my first round of deliveries, and DJ could hardly wait to tell me they had Jamal in custody. I smiled and told him I was very happy for the both of them. At least now they have some breathing room, and don't need eyes in the back of their heads.

The rest of Saturday night went pretty normal. When DJ got off at 6:00 PM, he got the keys for Jamie's car from Jamie, and spent a few hours with Matt, and caught him up to date with what had transpired over the last two days. Jamie called his parents and told them that Jamal was in custody.

After DJ returned to the pizzeria to catch up with Jamie, they went to WAWA and picked up subs and came home for the night. Just knowing that Jamal was in custody took a tremendous load from their heads, and weight off their shoulders. It was so good to have our boys pretty much back to normal, after two days of trauma. They even played some games on the play station before they went to bed Saturday night, and were still playing when Joe and I went to bed, shortly after midnight.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

On Sunday morning, January 28th, Joe and I woke up about 8:00 AM, and just relaxed in bed for a while, cuddling and caressing each other. I reached down and discovered that Joe was fully erect, and had some precum seeping from the tip of his cock.

"Doug," Joe said, softly," we haven't done anything for a while, I think some Sunday Morning Delight is in order."

"My hole is wanting you, but what if the boys wake up and catch us?" I replied.

"Hold on," Joe said, as he jumped out of bed and locked the door.

"It's not like we'd be doing anything that they wouldn't do, boys in love are boys in love, at any age. Just because we're more mature doesn't mean we shouldn't have sex anymore!"

Joe reached into the bedside table draw and got the lube, and proceeded to lube my hole, and his pole. I don't get much of an erection anymore, but I was feeling a need for him inside me, and I actually was at about half-mast. I'm suddenly so ready for this! I know that when Joe stimulates my prostate with his beautiful hard cock, he still can get me off.

My hole expands easily, and there is very little pain anymore, but I go crazy when I feel him inside me. It makes me feel full, and complete. Joe placed a pillow under my butt, raised my legs over his shoulders and started to push in. God it felt good. Joe, without slipping out, leaned in and we kissed, passionately.

A few minutes of Joe pumping into my hole, and he knew exactly the angle he needed to achieve, to stimulate my sweet spot. I could feel my orgasm building, even though I was only partially erect.

"Baby," I said softly, "I'm close!"

"So am I!" Joe exclaimed, "Doug, you feel just a good, and as tight, as you ever did, I love your ass!"

"I'm cumming!" I exclaimed, as my seed exploded all over my stomach.

My spinchter tightened around Joe's cock, and I could feel him filling my bottom with his heavy load of sperm. Joe collapsed on top of me, squishing my cum between us. We both kissed ferociously, and enjoyed the rapture we had just experienced, and shared a few minutes in the afterglow of our love session.

We finally decided to greet the day, about 9:30 AM. Joe and I shared a shower together, taking a lesson from our Sons. They're right, it is very satisfying to shower with the one you love. We dried off and walked back into the bedroom and looked at the bed. The sheet was pretty messy, mostly from Joe's man's milk that had dribbled out of my man cunt. There was no doubt that they needed to be washed! I'll take care of that later.

It was about 10:00 when Joe and I entered the kitchen and I started a full pot of coffee brewing. We couldn't help smiling at each other, like a pair of cats that just finished off the cream.

"Doug, I'm so glad that I married you!" Joe commented.

"The feeling is mutual," I replied, "my only regret is that we wasted so many fucking years before we finally did it."

"We can thank DJ, for bringing us together," Joe said, "Not only do I have you now, but also a wonderful son. I wonder, if DJ and Jamie might someday give us some grandchildren to spoil."

"Maybe," I replied, "I can't help but think that they would make some awesome Daddies. Did you notice how the boys latched on to Steve and Valerie's kids on Christmas Day?"

"I did, they seem to have a lot of love for children, and that could be a big plus, if they have some of their own."

About 11:00 AM, Joe and I were on our second mugs of coffee, and the boys came into the kitchen, stretching. Jamie took a glass from the cupboard and filled it with juice, and DJ poured himself a mug of coffee, and they sat next to each other at the table.

"Good morning, sleepyheads," Joe said and the boys smiled.

"You guys seem to be in a good mood this morning," DJ said.

"It helps the mood," I replied, "knowing that Jamal is in custody, and you guys can breathe freely once again. I know that DJ is scheduled to work at 3:00 today, Jamie, what about you?"

"I'm 3 to 9 tonight also, we've got class tomorrow, so we'll be going to my house tonight after we get off."

Joe and I had, so far, only had coffee, and about 11:30 I was planning to start cooking us some brunch. DJ's phone rang, he looked at it, and answered. He recognized the number was from the police station.

"Is this Douglas Kendall?" the voice said.

"It is, how may I help you?"

"This is Sergeant Brooks, I'm the desk sergeant at the police headquarters today, I need to clarify something, do you have a nickname?"

"Yeah, most everybody calls me 'DJ'."

"And do you have a—friend, named Jamie Seldon?"

"I do, what's this about?"

"Just one more clarification, did you and Jamie sign a warrant for Jamal's arrest?"

"We did, he deserved it, after the hell he's put us through the last two days!"

"Jamal is going through his own hell right now, we've brought him food, but he hasn't eaten a single bite, he's hardly slept at all. The only thing he does is weep, and beg us to try and get you and Jamie in here so he can talk with you."

"I don't think we have any desire to talk with him."

"DJ, if I may call you that, Jamal is a total mess, he accepts that he has done something very wrong, and he is, I believe, very remorseful. He claims he never intended to do you any harm. He says he owes you both an apology, and wants to explain his actions to you and Jamie. He's desperate to talk with you. I understand that you guys have suffered, but I would ask you to have enough heart to give Jamal a few minutes, and hear him out. He is in a holding cell, and there is no way he can harm you."

"Sergeant Brooks, we're about ready to eat breakfast right now, let me discuss this with Jamie, and I'll call you back with our answer, Is this number OK to call you back? And it will likely be within the hour."

"This number is fine, and I'll be waiting on your call." They hung up.

"DJ, what do we need to discuss?"

DJ took a few minutes to explain what Sergeant Brooks had told him, and that Jamal desperately wants to talk with Jamie and himself.

"Guys," Joe said, "the kid has a spotless record, and if he's found guilty of these charges, he'll have a record that will follow him the rest of his life, plus jail time. I can't tell you what to do, but I'm inclined to think that you ought to talk with him, and see what his motives were, then decide what to do. Talking with him won't change the case, unless you decide to drop the charges, which would set him free without a criminal record."

"What are your thoughts, baby?" DJ asked.

"Mixed," Jamie responded, "I don't really hate the guy, but he scared the shit out of us, and I hate what he did. I don't guess it would hurt anything to see what he has to say, and we'd be there together."

"Should I call Sergeant Brooks back and tell him we'll talk with Jamal, maybe about 1:15 PM, and we can go to work from there."

"Yeah, I'm not sure what that will entail, we both need to be to work at 3:00, and we both get off at 9:00 tonight, so we just need to take one car. We need to get our backpacks from here, as we have school tomorrow morning."

DJ called Sergeant Brooks and confirmed that he and Jamie would talk with Jamal, and would be there about 1:15, and told him they needed to be at work at 3:00. The boys ate brunch with Joe and me, dressed in their work outfits, grabbed their backpacks and left for the police station about 1:00 PM.

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Neither DJ nor Jamie had been in the police station before, and entered a small room, and were looking through a window at the receptionist. DJ told her that he, DJ, and Jamie were expected to come here by Sergeant Brooks. She announced their arrival, and Brooks told her to let them in, and she pressed a button and told them to enter.