Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2015 11:40:39 -0400
From: CJ Abello <cjabello1997@gmail.com>
Subject: CJ: Summer: Chapter 11 - Magic

CJ: Summer: Chapter 11
Magic

Gay Male-High School

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.


Sunday, 26 May 2013-continued

Brett, standing right behind his son, made a move to intervene. CJ clamped
his hand around his dad's arm, holding him back, with a strength which
surprised the marine. "Oh no you don't, Papa, I've got this one. I'm gonna
take care of this asshole myself. You and dad move back a bit, give me some
room."

The boy saw the biker lunge at him, he spun himself around at the same
instant, raising his left foot in a graceful move--it brought to mind
something a ballet dancer might do. The boy's boot impacted the charging
man's torso just above his diaphragm, causing the stricken man to emit a
whoosh sound as he exhaled. The doubled over for an instant, staggered
backwards, and shook his head repeatedly. He stared at CJ, a furious
expression on his face, before once again charging the young man. This time
he was met with a flurry of kicks and slaps which forced him down onto the
parking lot asphalt, leaving him with a bloody nose. The resulting bruising
and pain, would surely last for days.

"How you like it, asshole? A fifteen-year-old gay boy just kicked your ass
in front of everyone, and you couldn't do shit about it. Maybe next time
you'll think twice before picking on someone just 'cause they might be
gay. You ready to apologize to my pal now?"

"Fuck you..." The guy was on his hands and knees, trying to stand up, when
CJ gave him one more shove. This time the bully landed on his butt, put his
hands down to brake his fall, and badly scraped them on the coarse
surface. "Fine, fine. Sorry," the humiliated bully mumbled.

"Not good enough, motherfucker. You dissed my friend, bullied him, and
pissed me off in the process." Had this been an old cartoon reel, there
would have been smoke coming out of CJ's ears, flames shooting out of his
eyes, and spit flying everywhere. "I want you to stand up, shake his hand,
and apologize loud enough for everyone to hear." CJ's tone was something
he'd not used before since his arrival in Washington, or during previous
visits with his dads.

"Come on, Fred," said a man who'd been standing next to the bully when the
confrontation started. "Get it over with, and let's get out of here."

Staring at his boots, the guy slightly swiveled his head left and right,
there was no way he could miss noticing he was the center of attention of
the crowd. Apparently wanting to end the embarrassing situation, he
tightened his jaw, looked up at Elliot, and stated he was sorry for his
comments and for pushing him.

The crowd started applauding, many riders approached the boys to shake
their hands; they both received plenty of congratulatory slaps on the
back. CJ was certain he and Elliot would be bruised the next day. The
chastened man turned around, got on his bike, and left--must have forgotten
all about the rally.

Brett, Cesar, Rashid, and Devon stared at the kid, their mouths hanging
open, disbelief evident on their faces. Later, CJ would have to reassure
them he still was the even-tempered, friendly boy, they had been
interacting with for the past week.

As the rush of adrenalin subsided, CJ began to relax, and realized he had
almost allowed his emotions to cloud his judgment. He was capable of
killing a man--this time he had stopped at the right point, something he
must never forget in any future altercations.

Grabbing Elliot's arm, he pulled him towards the four adults, "I want you
to meet my fathers, and my uncles."

"Fathers? You have two dads?"

"Yeah my dad's a fruit, and so is his boyfriend. Oh and the dark skinned
wet-dreams? They're also part of the fruit salad." The boy was once again
acting his age, enjoying himself, making fun of his own family.

Dragon looked at CJ trying not to laugh. "Why you disrespectful twerp--"

"Dude, these are my parents, Cesar Abello and Captain Brett Davenport, the
two shifty looking ones are Rashid Khan and Devon Jefferson. Guys, this is
Elliot."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Elliot," said Cesar as he shook the young
man's hand. "Are you okay? Were you hurt when the guy pushed you?"

"No, sir, I'm not hurt at all. I'm fine." He turned to CJ who was standing
by the side with a smile on his face, avoiding the stares his dads and
uncles were giving him, "Thank you, CJ. Thank you so much for standing up
for me. Can I give you a hug goodbye?"

"Hugs are always welcome, dude. But what's this goodbye crap? You think I
might ride bitch on your scooter?"

"Really? You wanna ride with me?" a surprised looking Elliot asked.

"Hell yeah. I'd hate to be surrounded by old fags, they might try to molest
me!"

"Asshole!" shouted his dads laughing.

"Dad? Papa? Okay?"

"Sure, bud, but why don't we have you guys ride in the center of our little
pack? That's if you don't mind being seen with these decrepit homos. Oh and
the two of us will enjoy having a conversation with you later on,
concerning what just happened," replied Brett with raised eyebrows.

Elliot shook his head in amazement. "Please if this is a dream don't let me
wake up. My boyfriend isn't here 'cause he had work today. He's never going
to believe what happened, and how I ended up riding with the five hottest
guys at the rally."

"Well I guess we'll have to show him. Let me have your phone," said
CJ. With the most endearing smile he could conjure up on his face, he
approached one of the bystanders, who had witnessed the entire
episode. "Ma'am, may I bother you to take a picture of the six of us?"

"Son, it would be my pleasure. What you did for your new friend is one of
the most courageous things I've ever seen. My grandson's been bullied at
school and I wish he had someone like you around. I'm sure in the eyes of
many people in this crowd, you're a hero. If you're inclined to join the
military, any of the services would be lucky to have you."

"Thank you," said an embarrassed boy in almost a whisper.

The lady took several shots, handed the phone back to Elliot, who quickly
sent a text message to his boyfriend with a couple of them attached. A few
minutes later, the group climbed astride the motorcycles, as their
departure time approached. Riding across the bridge, CJ held on tight to
his new friend who confessed the contact was giving him a woody. "Same with
me, bud, same with me; ignore it and it'll go away. Save it for your other
half, you're married!"

x x x

Later, after saying goodbye to their new acquaintance, the five men rode
over to Rogo's to get something to eat. The entire day had been an amazing
experience, and the time spent walking near the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
Wall had been extremely emotional.

Watching men and women make rubbings or tracings of the names of loved ones
inscribed upon the wall, and seeing tears roll down their faces while the
performed such a simple task, caused their own eyes to water. Old ladies,
veterans wearing their now ill-fitting uniforms, young children maybe being
brought to pay honor to a lost grandparent, all spoke in whispers.  Their
combined voices resembling the sound of a requiem for the brave men and
women who'd lost their lives so far away from home. CJ told his fathers he
would be coming back one afternoon next week; he wanted to explore the
memorial when the crowds were not as large.  That war had been over long
before he was born, but its effects were still felt today. The boy knew
there were lessons to be learned as a result.

A shout from Brett's CO greeted them as they walked into the bar. Colonel
Edwards was sitting at a prime spot with Alex Minsky. They found out
Mrs. Edwards had declined the invitation to join them, telling her husband
no way was she going to hang out at a bar with a bunch of marines and
bikers. Since the next day was a holiday, she called them a cab, told them
to enjoy themselves, and drove herself home in the Colonel's car.

There were a couple of pitchers of beer, with bags of ice floating in them
to keep the brew cold, and a bunch of mugs waiting. Alex asked CJ what he
wanted to drink and went to get the teenager his sparkling water with a
lime, telling him he should take the seat next to his.

x x x

"Colonel, if I had known the people you were waiting for were these
hoodlums, you'd never gotten the best spot in the joint." The comment came
from a tall, dark skinned man, with long hair, triangular eyebrows, and an
intricate geometric tattoo encircling his left forearm. He had approached
the table from the back of the bar, through a door most likely leading to
the kitchen, as he was wearing a food splattered apron, and was drying his
hands with a tea towel.

"I recognized the pretty guy with you from seeing underwear ads, an article
I read online, and downloading some very revealing selfies--love the ink,
dude. And I don't think anyone would laugh if they saw the uncensored
version of those. But, Colonel, your taste in other friends is very
questionable." At the mention of revealing selfies, Alex looked down at his
own glass of sparkling water, a slight smile appearing on his face. In
contrast, CJ's eyes traveled upwards not downward, as he perked up and paid
closer attention.

"Huh?" was all Colonel Edwards could utter.

"Asshole!" shouted Cesar and Brett while CJ giggled.

"Huh?" uttered the Colonel once again.

"Great, four homos and a teenager. I better not be raided for corruption of
a minor by the cops.  Just make sure none of you perverts do anything in
front of the other patrons."

"Huh?" exclaimed Brett's CO for the third time. Seeing Cesar rise from his
chair and hug the man barking out the remarks, once again calling him an
asshole, he realized all these men knew each other.

"That's my son, Danno. Watch your damn language and get your mind out of
the gutter!"

"Fuck me! You can't be CJ," he said addressing the youngster and extending
his fist for a bump.  "Dude, like you're not the little kid your dads led
us to believe. Damn, kiddo, what a fucking stud!"

"Oh crap, here we go again," said Brett.

"Excuse me," they heard someone say and turned simultaneously to see a guy
somewhere in the mid-twenties, look at the teen and extend his hand to
shake. "My name's Graham, my girlfriend and I were at the rally today and
saw what took place in the parking lot." CJ's embarrassed blush was so
bright one could almost read by the glow on his face--he didn't know where
to look.

"You have big cojones, dude. What you did was magic. I'd ride with you
anytime, anywhere.  Good going, guy!"

"Thank you," was all the polite kid said as the fellow biker strolled
towards the bar.

Brett and Cesar had smiles from ear to ear and King and Dragon bumped fists
in acknowledgement of their nephew's heroics.

"Someone wanna fill me in?" asked Colonel Edwards waving his unlit cigar
around.

"Sure thing, Colonel. Sit down Wolf, have we got a tale to tell you," said
Dragon, as he moved his chair to make room for the man with interesting
eyebrows, which at that point rose almost all the way to his scalp. "CJ,
this here's Wolf, known as Danno to almost everyone, with a Hawaiian tongue
twister for his full name I always mispronounce. He owns this joint and
over the past few months we've all gotten pretty used to his being a pain
in the butt."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. Dad and Papa told me we were coming to a
place owned by a friend but didn't say who it was. You look very familiar,
haven't I seen you on TV?"

"Yeah, well, maybe. We can talk about it some other time. I wanna hear what
happened at the parking lot of the Pentagon that made a complete stranger
want to shake your hand."

CJ sat looking at his glass, while Dragon recounted what had taken place at
the Pentagon. He might have embellished the story a bit, but for the most
part it was accurate. The kid felt the gaze of those who had not witnessed
his performance in person sweep over him repeatedly as they listened in
rapt attention. As the story came to an end, the Colonel took the unlit
cigar he had been chewing on out of his mouth, stood up, and saluted the
youngster. Alex and Brett followed the example of their fellow Marine and
all three ended with a loud 'Oorah!'

"How about telling us about your self-defense training, CJ?" asked the
older Marine.  "Somebody may have embellished the story a bit in the
retelling, but I'm sure it wasn't all horseshit--unless he's a sailor and
then anything is possible."

"Not much to tell, Colonel. My step father put me in a Judo class when I
was ten and I loved it.  Two years ago I switched to Taekwondo when my
previous Sensei retired. Last summer, after acknowledging to myself I was
gay, I worked hard trying to bulk up and add some muscle in case I ever had
to defend myself. I had seen kids get taunted and called names when bullies
thought they were gay. I was determined not to become a victim if placed in
the same position."

x x x

During the afternoon at Rogo's, Colonel Edwards invited CJ to come out to
the Pentagon on Tuesday and spend the day as his guest. Brett would be
working from his new office that day.  Cesar obtained the necessary
information from Alex to contact the photographer who had taken the picture
banned by Facebook; he planned on purchasing a quality print of it.

At some point in the early evening, Danno tuned every television set in the
place to the HEAT- Pacers game, in honor of the young hero and his favorite
team. Miami's victory had even the casual fans cheering. When the game was
over, the bar owner stored his friends' motorcycles in the large warehouse
attached to his establishment, which he also owned, and called them a
taxi--he didn't want them riding home after all the beers the two adults
had drunk. Cesar, Brett and CJ finally returned to the Georgetown townhouse
sometime past midnight.

x x x

"Babe, did you get the feeling our boy downplayed the amount of training he
has?" Cesar was crawling under the covers as Brett asked his question.

"Yup, he never went into a lot of detail. I think CJ can hold his own in a
fight--we have to make sure he realizes it won't be enough if he faces a
group or if he's blindsided. I think the martial arts training is another
reason his body has developed the way it has over the past year."

"I'll talk to him about overconfidence, I can use some examples from Iraq
and two or three of my fellow marines who thought they were hot
shit. G'night babe, love you"

"Love you too, Jarhead. Night."


Monday, 27 May 2013

The next morning, the three men headed over to Yates for their first joint
work-out; Brett was certain he would prove CJ could not wear him out as he
had done Cesar. When a hot redhead walked past them, nodded his head and
smiled at CJ, the marine was not going to pass up the chance to have some
fun with his son.

"You know that guy's going to jerk off thinking about you later, right?"

"Asshole! I've seen the guy all over the place since I got into town,
Papa. He must be a student or something here."

Ninety minutes later, all three were soaking wet, headed home to clean up
and change. Brett had to admit the teen set a murderous pace to his workout
and maybe he had been slacking a bit in his own exercising after all. Once
outside the doors, the dripping teen took his dark blue t- shirt--with the
Captain America shield on the chest--off and used it to wipe his pits and
chest.

"Show off!" said Cesar to his son.

"Come on, Dad, don't hate me 'cause I'm a stud!" said CJ laughing as he
started running, wanting to avoid the head-slaps he knew would be aimed his
way.

x x x

The lunchtime crowd at Rogo's was always an eclectic mix--businessmen,
politicians, college students, neighborhood residents and a sprinkling of
tourists who somehow found the out-of- the-way spot. The menu consisted of
the usual bar fare: burgers, wings, sandwiches and the usual sides. In a
bow to the owner's eating habits, salads and other vegetarian dishes were
also available.

"I want the Blue Plate special, Dads--parsley potatoes and steamed veggies
as my sides. I haven't had meatloaf in a while."

"Sounds good to me. Brett?"

"Works for me also. Three specials and three teas?"

Danno appeared to be short handed in the staff department and didn't get a
chance to visit with them until near the end of their meal.

"Hey, guys, great to have you back in here."

"Wish we were able to make it more often for lunch, buddy. Now that he
knows the way, the kid may drop in now and then," said Cesar. "His summer
plans aren't set but he's the one with the free weekdays for now. Although
Brett's going to be closer starting soon so maybe we can all show up in
together once in a while."

"You'll always be welcome here, kiddo, with or without the rents. I'll make
sure the staff knows we're family in case I'm not around. Just think of me
as your good looking uncle and come visit."

"Good looking my ass!" Brett grunted as he shoveled food into his mouth.

"That's what your hubby keeps telling us, Jarhead!" The good-natured,
verbal sparring was cut short when the Hawaiian was called away to deal
with some issue in the kitchen.

"He's funny. How did you meet him?" asked CJ.

"Through Dragon. The two of them belong to the same gym," replied Cesar.

"Sorry about that, guys," he said a little while later when he made his way
back to their table.  "Adriano, my general manager and second hand man went
with his pregnant wife to a doctor's appointment this morning. I have to
fill in until he can get back. Wanted to let you know there was a reporter
friend of mine in here yesterday, someone I've been kinda seeing for the
past few months. He heard Dragon recounting CJ's exploits and I swear he
started drooling. The man could smell a story in the air. He asked me about
you all and tried to get contact information, but I put him off. Told him
to drop it until I gave him permission to bring it up again. He wants to
write a story for the Washington Blade about the incident."

"Don't think so, Uncle Danno. I'd prefer not to get any publicity, dads."
CJ was firm in his response, leaving no doubt he had no interest. "All I
did was help out someone being bullied."

"Then he'll get nothing from me, but the guy's a pro. He's tenacious and
he'll track you all down. He'll try to do it through the Colonel at the
Pentagon, I'm sure. Trip's a good boy though, he'd treat you right if he
does write something.

"Hate to run, but you can see the rush is nowhere near being over. You know
the code to enter the warehouse, so go in and get the bikes; make sure to
set the alarm when you leave. CJ, next visit I'll give you a tour of the
place--it houses my little muscle car collection. Plus the contractor is
almost finished building the loft apartment in there that will be my new
home and you can check it out also."

"Thanks, bud," said Brett. "We'll see you this coming weekend during
Pride."

x x x

CJ was dropped off at Brooks Brothers while his dads headed home. Hyo, the
Korean tailor, had done a great job and everything fit how it was meant
to. Because of the multitude of hanging bags, CJ caught a cab back to the
townhouse. Of course he had to model all the new clothes for his
fathers. Brett had the boy walking up and down as if on a fashion runway
while he and Cesar enjoyed the show with a glass of wine.

"You know something, honey? Our boy could dabble in modeling and bring in
good bucks, maybe we should have him talk to JP about it?"

"No way, Papa! I ain't parading my butt around for people to gawk at. Hey,
why Uncle JP? Was he a model?

"Yep, back when we were both at Berkley."

"Wait, you guys were in college at the same school at the same time?"

"Yeah, his parents wanted him to study in the US so he would have the
experience of living in another country. We even went out on a couple of
dates; we decided we weren't a real good match and remaining friends was a
much better idea. Thanks to him I met your father."

"Really? You two went out? Did you and Uncle JP fuck while you were
dating?"


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Edited by: Mann Ramblings

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