Date: Fri, 5 Feb 2016 09:15:43 -0500
From: CJ Abello <cjabello1997@gmail.com>
Subject: CJ: Autumn: Chapter 12: Lucky Town

CJ: Autumn: Chapter 12: Lucky Town

This is a work of fiction set in the real world. Certain living individuals
make appearances in the story; all other characters and the events in which
they all participate are the creation of the author. Any resemblance of the
fictional characters to actual individuals is purely coincidental.



Saturday, 5 October 2013

Over the years they'd been together, Cesar and Brett had financially
supported the Human Rights Campaign (HRC), the nation's largest gay,
lesbian, bisexual and transgender civil rights organization. The men's
substantial contributions placed them at a recognition level which garnered
them invitations to political and social events throughout the year. It
also gave them access to highly sought after tickets for the Annual
National Dinner. This year, their son and his date would be at the black
tie event with them, sitting at their table.

"Dude, you look awesome!" said Brett, watching CJ walk down the stairs
wearing his brand new tuxedo. The suit fit the boy's athletic body
perfectly. The bright white formal shirt was a modern design, with a series
of squares--two inches to a side--made of narrow diagonal pleats
alternating directions in each quadrangle. He had obviously taken great
care to shave closely, and added some product to his hair. It wasn't the
unruly mess everyone was accustomed to seeing. Brett could detect a subtle
hint of after shave or cologne; he recognized his own Tom Ford Grey Vetiver
and smiled.

"He's right, CJ. You look fantastic," agreed Cesar. "I'm glad you talked me
out of buying you the tux at Brooks Brothers earlier in the summer, Armani
suits you. Who's the designer of the shirt?  It's absolutely fabulous."

"Thanks. But, absolutely fabulous? You may want to butch it up a bit, Dad."
There was mischief all over the boy's face. "Anyway, shirt's by Donna
Karan. I still feel kinda weird spending all this money on one outfit. At
least I didn't have to buy studs and cufflinks, I can't believe you guys
have so many sets." The boy looked down at his own chest, gazing at the
perfect vertical column of light blue stones set in white gold running down
the shirt's placket.

"Unless you have another large growth spurt, the suit should last a few
years. You said Yousef told you there's plenty of material to lengthen the
pants and the coat sleeves if necessary."  Cesar was smiling when he
approached his son to tighten and even out his bowtie. "I'm impressed you
were able to tie this without help." The handsome boy's cheeks became rosy,
the fussing by his dads getting to him and making him blush.

"I practiced a bunch of times before putting the shirt on. I just followed
the instructions on the handout they gave me at Neiman's." CJ turned
towards the large gilded mirror by the entry, pulled down his shirt sleeves
slightly, and smiled at his dads' reflection on the glass.

"I like the cufflinks you picked to wear." Brett put his arm around CJ's
shoulders and steered him towards the door, while Cesar turned off most of
the lights on the first floor. "I gave that set to your dad as a Christmas
present. The sapphires match his eyes. They do yours too."

"Let's go, guys. We still have to pick up -Jose-Maria before we head down
to the convention center." With his husband and son waiting, Cesar
activated the alarm system, pushed them out the door, and locked it.


X X X


In an announcement released in September, HRC announced Jennifer Lopez
would receive the 2013 Ally for Equality Award at their sold-out National
Dinner on Saturday, October fifth in Washington, DC.


"Jennifer Lopez embodies the spirit of an ally to the LGBT community and we
are thrilled to present her the Ally for Equality at our National Dinner in
October," said HRC president Chad Griffin.  "We recognize Jennifer for her
talent, style, compassion, philanthropy and generosity, but foremost for
her public commitment to LGBT equality."

The Ally for Equality Award recognizes the outstanding efforts of those who
dedicate time, energy, spirit and whole-hearted commitment to better the
lives of LGBT people.  This award is given to allies outside the LGBT
community who stand up on behalf of equality for all Americans.

For years, Jennifer Lopez has been vocal about her love for the LGBT
community, from her outspoken support for marriage equality, to the
millions of dollars she's raised for HIV/AIDS research and her efforts on
behalf of bullying and youth anti-violence causes.

"Even facing pressure from anti-LGBT groups, Jennifer stands her ground as
a strident equality supporter," added Griffin. "Throughout her career,
Jennifer Lopez has always stood for fairness, justice and equality, and
that's what being an ally is all about."

The HRC National Dinner, which is expected to draw thirty-four hundred
guests, will be held the evening of Saturday, October 5 at the Washington
Convention Center. Also in attendance will be the plaintiffs and attorneys
from the historic Proposition 8 and Defense of Marriage Act (DOMA) cases
before the U.S. Supreme Court earlier this year.  This will be the first
time all five plaintiffs will be together in the same room.


When his dads told CJ about the banquet, they reminded him of the need to
buy or rent a tuxedo. They suggested he ask one of his new friends to go
with him, at which point CJ panicked. Inviting someone to go with him was
the scary part. There wasn't anyone he knew he was interested in
dating. Worse, he'd never asked anyone out on a date before. He was
definitely not asking a girl, although he did think of Autumn as a
possibility. She had a boyfriend, so it would be going together as just
friends. He supposed she would know how to behave at an event like the
National Dinner because of her family's political activities. Harley would
have been a good choice, but his bud had a wedding to go to the same
night. It was Papa Brett who suggested he try and find out if any of the
guys in the GSA owned a tux. When he casually brought up the subject during
lunch the following day, Jos‚-Mar?a was the only one who admitted having
one. CJ reasoned, and his dads concurred, the son of a diplomat would be
accustomed to formal events. He wouldn't feel out of place rubbing elbows
with the rich and famous.


X X X


"Donde estan mis latinos? Donde esta mi gente?"(1) JLO's first words from
the podium, were punctuated by an ear-splitting whistle which reverberated
through the cavernous room. An embarrassed CJ slunk down in his chair,
chagrined by his spontaneous reaction to the star's comments in
Spanish. The laughter which followed the boy's faux pas didn't stop, until
the honoree once again approached the microphone.

"Well, at least I know who was paying attention and understands
Spanish. What's your name, handsome?" The response was relayed along the
tables until it reached the front dais. "CJ?"  The boy nodded his head in
response. "Well, CJ, before this shindig is over, you and I are dancing
together. You hear me?" The boy once again nodded his head in agreement, as
the crowd rewarded his antics with applause. Ben Cohen and Hudson Taylor,
at a table on the other side of the room with their wives, stood up and
cheered their young friend the loudest.

True to her word, the artist made her way to the Abello-Davenport table
when the ceremonies were over. All ten men rose as one when she
approached. She asked CJ to introduce his companions, and after meeting
everyone, she put her arm through the boy's and guided him to the dance
floor. When she found out CJ was from Miami, their conversation veered
towards places in South Beach and Little Havana. After they'd returned to
the table, she asked CJ for his phone, entered her e-mail and phone number,
then asked him to send her a message so they could remain in touch.

After his dance with the guest of honor, CJ and Jose-Maria went to say
hello to Ben, Hudson, and their wives. Afterwards, he enjoyed dancing with
his date, but when he felt a hand cup his ass, he stepped back a bit,
smiled, and shook his head. -Jose-Maria returned the smile and did not try
anything of the sort again.


X X X


"Mr. Abello, Captain Davenport, it was a pleasure spending time with you
this evening." Jose- Maria had stepped out of the Escalade outside his
building and was leaning inside the car through the open rear door. "I
can't thank you enough for letting CJ invite me. I had a great time. I hope
I get to see both of you again soon." As both men acknowledged the young
Venezuelan guy, CJ stepped outside the car, joining his friend on the
sidewalk.

"I'll be right back." CJ closed the door and walked with Jose-Maria to the
front of the West End luxury high-rise.

"Thanks for inviting me, CJ. I had a lot of fun tonight. See ya Monday?"
They'd stopped to the side of the glass doors, out of the view of the
security guard at the desk in the lobby.

"Yeah. Thanks for coming with me. It was fun, even if I did embarrass
myself with the stupid whistling!"

"All good, all good. We got to meet her because of you." Jose-Maria leaned
into the younger guy, put his hand behind his head and gave him a kiss. As
they pulled away from each other, CJ smiled again, and turned to walk
towards his father's car. He looked back before getting in and waved.

"Let's go, dads, I'm tired," said the boy as he slipped into the back seat.

"Hmmm, I'm surprised he didn't get to come home with us and spend the
night!" Brett's comment earned him a slap to his thigh from Cesar.

"Don't start with me, Papa. We're friends. That's all there is to it."



Friday, 11 October 2013

CJ left school after lunchtime on Friday, carrying his backpack and a small
overnight bag he'd brought with him in the morning. He walked to the Foggy
Bottom Metro station, located next to the main entrance to George
Washington University Hospital, and caught a Blue Line train headed towards
Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. His flight, scheduled to depart
at quarter to three, would get him into O'Hare around four o'clock--two
hours flying, one hour time difference--barring any delays.

The flight delay was short. Just after the original estimated time of
arrival, CJ was walking past the security checkpoint. His cousins had told
him they would pick him up curbside, at the baggage level. CJ kept looking
at the overhead signs, trying to figure out where he was supposed to be
going, when he was wrapped up in two sets of arms. His surprise was quickly
followed by laughter; the two, tall men accosting him were his cousins,
Randy and Rod.

"You, fuckers! You scared the shit out of me," said the kid as he was
warmly hugged by each of the men in turn.

"Ohhh, cousin CJ has a potty mouth, we may have to wash it out with soap,"
replied Randy.  Although identical, the twins could be told apart fairly
easily once you knew them. Hairstyles and clothing might have been somewhat
similar, but personalities were very different--Randy was the jokester of
the two.

"Fuck you, Randy. You may be older and bigger, but I bet I can beat your
ass if I have to." The Abello twins were almost six years older than CJ and
both towered over him. They were even taller than their cousin's two dads.

"Damn, cuz, you need to post more current pics on Facebook! You're not the
little boy we thought you were." Rod had taken hold of the bag CJ had
dropped on the floor when they jumped him, put his arm around the boy's
shoulders, and steered him towards the exit doors.

"It's great to be with you, guys." CJ was honestly happy to see his
cousins. Although they were older, and their interactions had been limited
in the past, both of them had made a point of reaching out to him after the
debacle in Miami and subsequent move to Washington. "I missed you in Miami
last November."

"Too much school work, bud. Neither one of us could take the time off. Is
the carry-on all the luggage you have?" Rod hitched the bag a bit higher on
his shoulder when CJ nodded. "Randy, you think you can remember where you
parked the truck?"


X X X


Doc looked around sheepishly as he shrugged his shoulders in an apologetic
manner after his outburst of laughter. His train was minutes away from
arriving at Penn Station in New York and he'd just received a text message
from Sean:


----MEET ME @ MENS ROOM 34 ST SIDE... LAST STALL----


Leave it to the furry ginger stud to make anything sound sexual. His desire
to have a face to face meeting with Sean was one reason for this
trip. Although it had become clear--through e-mails and phone calls--there
would be no romantic relationship between them, they both had expressed a
desire to remain friends.

Doc had invited Sean to join him for drinks and dinner Friday night,
suggesting the New Yorker might like to spend the night at the Upper East
Side apartment. The message on his phone had him smiling, and somewhat
horned-up, as he stepped off the train. He rode the escalator to the ground
level and oriented himself. Before taking a step, his friend was standing
next to him.

"Hey, handsome, wanna go cruise the men's room?" asked the good looking man
as he hugged Doc. "I'm glad you're here, Doc. How's my favorite physician
doing?"

"Well, that's a nice welcome. You're looking great as usual, Sean. Damn
you're a sexy fucker."  The redhead wore black boots, blue jeans, a
lightweight thermal knit shirt with an A & F hoodie, and a navy blue
Yankees ball cap. "Did you bring underwear and socks so you could spend the
night?"

"Underwear? What's that? But yes, I brought a couple of things so I can
stay over." Sean jiggled the backpack slung over his shoulder.

"If those are sex toys, there better be a sexy jockstrap in there also."

"You'd probably steal it from me, old man. By the way, I haven't told you
how flattered I was you came up to see me Labor Day Weekend. I was sorry
you had to cut your trip short, but real happy to hear Detective Kennedy's
injuries weren't more serious. I liked the man when I met him over the
summer."

"Our whole group had a rough few days that weekend, I'll tell you all about
it later. But, why is it you were flattered I came up then?" They were
standing outside the station by now, trying to flag down a cab--no easy
feat at this time of day.

"I was flattered you thought enough of me, to come all the way up to dump
me!" The look of shock on Doc's face was met with roaring laughter.

"How...?"

"Easy, Matt, we've already talked about it. I was the perfect rebound after
your break up. Much younger, well built, extremely good looking, hung like
a stallion, and let's not forget modest."  Sean was able to grab hold of
the door handle of a taxi a fraction of a second before a heavyset woman,
wearing too much perfume could. She gave him a nasty look, as he ignored
her existence. Typical exchange between city residents. "Plus, I'm wild
enough you did things sexually you'll might never do again. And I'm not
being vain. In my line of business, I have to be aware of what I'm
selling."

"Bubba, you're a conceited dick, but I still like you anyway. If you ever
figure out what you want to do with your life, you'll be a complete
success. The insight you have into others is a rare gift.  And you're
right, I do think of you highly, that's why I asked to spend some time with
you this weekend. Not being able to have the conversations we've had in
person bothered me."

"So, Doc, wanna tell me about this lunch you have planned tomorrow with two
teenagers?" The cab had made a couple of turns and was headed north on Park
Avenue.

"Hell, I'm not sure what it's all about. Let's get up to my place. I want
to shower and change.  Then we can go have that meal at J.G. Melon's which
got interrupted back in August."

"Perfect, we can talk about your kids over dinner. Then we're going out
drinking. There's a couple of great sports bars around the corner from the
restaurant."


X X X


"I've got a bone to pick with you, you little fucker." Randy was driving
his truck with CJ sitting between him and his brother. The boy had made to
get in the back but the twins had insisted he sit up-front with them.

"What did I do?" CJ didn't consider himself small, but sandwiched between
his two much larger cousins, he was feeling puny. They weren't big muscular
guys, they were in okay shape, but the height and the hair peeking over the
neckline of their shirts made him think of being trapped between two bears.

"You barely post on Facebook," added Rod without missing a beat. "You reply
to e-mails once in a while, and you haven't called at all since you moved
to DC."

"Yeah! If it wasn't for what Dad told us after he returned from the
wedding"-the conversation had swung back to Randy, making CJ think the
alternating was a natural twin thing-"or Uncle Cesar's updates, we wouldn't
know shit about what's been going on with you."

"Come on, guys. Nothing much's been going on. I spent the summer getting
settled in, the dads and their friends kept me busy. Now school takes up a
lot of time. Walls isn't a place you can just cruise through."

"Right, 'nothing much going on'," mocked Rod.

"You've been hobnobbing with all sorts of famous people, beating the crap
out of half the town with your Kung Fu shit." Randy took his eyes off the
road for a moment and looked at CJ while wiggling his eyebrows. "And then
last weekend you had a date with some sexy older guy, who was left sitting
with your dads, while you went off dancing with Jennifer Lopez."

"Dad has a big mouth. I'm killing him when I get back home!"


X X X


Dragon and King took Friday off from work and flew to Montreal for the
Black and Blue Festival.  Founded in 1991, the event was organized by Bad
Boy Club Montreal, and consisted of five days of festivities over the
Canadian Thanksgiving in October. A popular stop on the gay circuit party
calendar, it attracted participants from all over the world. Although
geared primarily towards gay men, people of all sexual orientations came
together to celebrate diversity. Like many other similar celebrations
throughout the world, the event was initially created as a way of raising
funds to combat HIV/AIDS.

"You ready to party this weekend, Baby Boy?" Dragon had just stepped out of
the shower and was shaving in front of the mirror in the bathroom of their
hotel room.

"Bloody right I am, Big Daddy!" King was pulling on extremely tight black
jeans at that moment.  The pants contoured perfectly to the man's bubble
butt.

The popularity of circuit parties peaked in the 1990s. The raves came under
attack from large segments of the GLBT community, for promoting drug use
and uninhibited sex, two of the leading causes in the transmission of
HIV/AIDS. An ironic turn of events, considering the effort to battle that
scourge was the impetus behind the origin of the events.

King started peeling off his Levi's as Dragon watched from the bathroom
door. "I'm gonna wear sweatpants instead of jeans, they don't fit well over
the jock, and they're coming off as soon as we get into the place anyway."
The Military & Leather Ball was being held that evening at one of the
city's top clubs. The coat check would be handling more than just
jackets. King wouldn't be the lone man spending the night dancing in black
leather boots, a black leather jockstrap, and a black leather and stainless
harness connected to his cock ring with a front leather strap.

"Go ahead and stick your ID, room key, and money in your boots now. You
might forget them in your sweats once Molly hits you." Dragon had slipped
on his bulldog harness to complement the leather pants and boots which were
his attire for the evening.

"You know what? I wish the main party on Sunday was at Olympic Stadium as
in past years.  Those stories we've heard, and pictures we've seen, looked
abso-fucking-lutely hot!"

"It'll still be great. Dancing from midnight to noon is not something we do
back home. The flight back on Monday is going to be murder. At least we
took Tuesday off work to recover."

"Molly's going to be with us all three nights, correct?" asked King as he
took the pill Dragon held out to him and swallowed it without the need for
water.

"Yup, she's along for the entire trip."


X X X


"Hi, Auntie Lynn." Pushed from behind by one of his cousins, CJ almost
stumbled into his aunt.  She'd come to the entryway to the house to meet
her nephew when one of her sons called for her. "Thanks for inviting me to
come visit."

"It's so good to have you here, CJ. Although I can't honestly take credit
for the invitation though. Those two apes who call me mom were the
instigators. They've been wanting you to come visit since finding out your
stepfather wasn't entirely enlightened about you liking boys."

"Scumbag!" said one twin.

"Douchebag," added the other.

"I can't believe I gave birth to the two of you. Stop acting like idiots!
Anyway, you're looking great, CJ. Rico told us about spending time with you
during your father's wedding, he couldn't say enough nice things." Lynn
held her nephew at arms' length, looking at him while nodding her head in
approval. "Your uncle will be out in a few minutes, he's finishing up his
shower. He told us you'd adjusted well to the move?"

"What Rich did was about the greatest thing he could have done for me. It
turned out for the best. I wouldn't trade my new life in DC with Dad and
Papa for anything. And I've made some great friends at school
already. Things keep getting better."

"Let's get you settled in and then we'll go out for pizza. A nice deep dish
has to be your first meal in Chicago. I want to hear all about Washington."
They walked into the kitchen and Lynn indicated a door. "You're sleeping
with the boys in their basement pigsty tonight."

"CJ!" The shout made the boy turn around in time to see his uncle rush
towards him and wrap him up in a bearish hug.

"Hey, Uncle Rico. Long time, no see."

"What, less than three months? Good to see you too, smart ass. Have the
boys told you what they have planned for you? Tomorrow, you get to go
sightseeing, and tomorrow night Randy wants to take you out in
Boystown--you'll get to spend the night at his place."

"Let him breathe, Rico, you're as bad as the boys," said Lynn as she pulled
her husband to her side. "We can talk about the plans for the weekend when
we go eat. My one requirement is everybody has to be back here at the house
for Sunday dinner."


X X X


Fear was an old acquaintance of Detective Thomas John Fitzgerald
Kennedy. It was with him when he came under fire, while serving in Somalia
with the US Army. It was with him whenever he drew his gun, during his
years as a police officer in Boston and Washington. It was with him when he
admitted his homosexuality, first to himself, then to his family. More
recently, it was by his side once again, when a bullet pierced his body at
the end of summer. As he nervously paced in front of the airport's security
barricade, fear was etched on his face.

This time it was completely different; the fear was not alone. Trepidation
and elation had twisted together as tightly as a strand of DNA inside
him. He had no clue how to deal with it.  For the first time in over a
decade, his sons would be with him. Bradley was a toddler, and Patrick an
infant, when he left them behind and moved to the nation's capital.

The pain the separation caused never diminished. Believing it was best for
the boys, he stayed away. He paid child support religiously and in turn,
once a year, his ex-wife sent him pictures of the kids. The two fresh faced
boys definitely looked like him, although their facial features were
somewhat softened by their maternal genes. The older one was a flaming
carrot top; the younger one had inherited their mother's chestnut hair
color.

"Mate, look up," said JP, gently nudging his husband. Lost in his
introspection, Tom had failed to notice the two boys approaching him.

"Dad?" The questioning word came from the younger looking of the pair of
teens who'd come to a stop in front of him. The cop couldn't utter a
word. Tears silently streaming down his wizened face spoke volumes
though. Sobs escaped his throat as he threw his arms around his sons,
gathering them to him, and burying his head in their hair. The dam burst
and there was no holding back the crying.

Tom Kennedy's smile looked somewhat out of place on his tear streaked
face. His sons extricated themselves from his embrace, and all three
glanced around at their surroundings.  Tom noticed JP stood a few steps
away, watching the scene unfolding in front of him, with a small grin on
his face.

"Uhmm, people are kinda staring, you know?" It was the younger of the two
boys who spoke once again.

"Shut up, Paddy, let them stare. Stop trying to act like such a macho
jock." The blue eyes on the freckled face of Tom's oldest son shone with
mirth as he admonished his younger brother. "Hi, Dad."

"I'm sorry, Paddy. I'll try not to embarrass you too much, son. But you
boys have no idea how much I've hoped for this day. It feels as if I am
finally a complete person again. Oh, wait. You guys know I'm married to
another man right?" In his excitement, the cop couldn't remember what
information he'd already shared with his kids.

"Yeah, Dad, we do. And I recognize JP from the wedding pictures our new
cousin sent us." The smiling blue eyes were turned towards the man standing
a few steps behind the cop. "Hi, Pops," said Bradley. "I hear you have some
cool ink on your arm and back, can't wait to see it."

Tom looked between his sons and his husband and shook his head while
chuckling. "CJ strikes again, eh?" He felt relief at the light hearted way
his son greeted JP; he had worried about their reaction.

"I think so, mate. It's bloody good to meet you both, I'm glad you're down
here." JP shook hands with Paddy, but before he could do the same with the
other boy, he was hugged by the older kid.

"Yep, we've heard a heck of a lot about you, and the rest of the
'Eight'. CJ and I have been trading messages a lot since we spoke while Dad
was in the hospital." Bradley spoke as he stared in awe at JP. "CJ's so
cool, I can't wait to meet him! Too bad he's out of town this weekend."

"Oooh, you didn't tell me he had such a neat accent, Brad!" exclaimed
Paddy, not stopping the stare he was giving JP. "Did you know about it?"

"Yeah, CJ mentioned it. Didn't I tell you? Guess I forgot."

Tom had so much to ask, a dozen years of catching up. During the ride to
Alexandria, he mostly answered questions. Bradley recounted the
confrontation with his grandfather when he found out the boys had called
their own father in Washington. He spoke of how CJ standing up to the older
man, had not only broken through the hold he held over their mother for so
many years, but had also emboldened the two kids to defy their grandfather
themselves.

When the elder Kennedy forbid his grandchildren from calling his son again,
it was Paddy who told the man to go stuff himself; they were no longer
afraid of him.


X X X


"That was epic! I ate enough calories in one meal to fatten up a pig for
slaughter." CJ kicked off his sneakers, peeled off his black WALLS hoodie,
and plopped his butt down on the sofa which would open up into his bed for
the night. He and his two cousins were in the small sitting area which,
along with two bedrooms and a bathroom, took up much of their parents'
basement. He wore one of his dad's sleeveless Harley-Davidson t-shirts--a
gray one proclaiming RIDE WITH PRIDE. He rubbed his arms to rid himself of
the slight chill he felt. "I'm definitely running a few miles tomorrow."

"Great idea, we'll go run together on Lakeshore Drive," said Randy from his
seat on the recliner across the way. "Uhmm, cuz, did you bring any warm
clothes? It's gonna be real chilly by Sunday morning."

"Not really, I didn't need a lot in Miami. Whatever I had is too small now,
and I haven't gone shopping for a coat yet." CJ looked at the quilted vests
both his cousins had worn that evening over long sleeved t-shirts. "I
wouldn't mind getting something like what you guys wore tonight."

"We can go shower at the apartment after our run and I'll take you
shopping," said Rod, handing his brother a beer from the small refrigerator
in the cabinet underneath the big screen television set. He offered CJ one
but the boy declined, shaking his head. Since the restaurant was a small
family owned place, and his aunt and uncle knew the owner, he'd been able
to have a glass of wine with dinner. He wanted to respect his dads practice
of allowing him just one drink with a meal.

"Hey, that reminds me, what did your mom mean about your place in Boystown,
Randy? You moved out?"

"Rod, roll one for us, it's story time! You smoke, cuz?"

"Not really. I've done it before, but I'll pass tonight."

"Cool, just save it for tomorrow night. You can toke up before going out
since you won't be able to drink at all," said Rod, sitting back down. "Go
ahead, Randy. I wanna hear how you explain this one to the kid."

"Fuck you, bro. Anyway, CJ, I split my time between here and an apartment I
co-own in Boystown with my boyfriend Tyler. You'll meet him tomorrow when
we go there to shower."

"Your boyfriend? Wow! Dad told me he and I weren't the only two gay guys in
the family, but he refused to say who else. Told me he wouldn't out anyone
and I would find out in time."

"And there you have it!" chuckled Rodney. "I'm the only straight boy in the
room right now."

"We can't all be perfect, bro," replied Randy. "Anyway, cuz, I guess I'm
really bi, leaning more towards gay. But you may as well know I also have a
girlfriend."

"What?!"

"He, he, he. Welcome to the big leagues. Tyler and I live with a girl. Her
name's Natasha, she's Russian, and you'll also meet her tomorrow. What
about you? Any boys you're fucking around with?"

"Nope. Single and I want to keep it that way for now. Hell, I haven't even
had real sex. Most I've ever done is trade blow jobs."

"Fuck! Really?" Rod took a sip from his beer before looking at his
brother. "Maybe you should invite a couple of your friends to hang out
tomorrow. We might turn Chicago into CJ's lucky town."

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(1)   Where are my Latinos? Where's my people?
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Copyright 2015 CJ Abello
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