Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2015 06:29:09 -0400
From: CJ Abello <cjabello1997@gmail.com>
Subject: CJ: Summer: Chapter 14: Reason to Believe

CJ: Summer: Chapter 14: Reason to Believe

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, 2 June 2013

After saying good night and climbing the stairs to the second floor, CJ and
Landon took turns in the bathroom, stripped to their underwear and slipped
under the covers. CJ had turned off the bedside lamps, the only
illumination came through the windows facing the Potomac; a combination of
moonlight and city lights which bathed the room in a soft glow while
leaving most of it in shadows. CJ had anticipated this moment most of the
day. He was nervous, excited, and extremely self-conscious after Brett's
earlier comments. He was thankful for all the explicit and honest
conversations with his Dads and his uncles but still hesitant, uncertain of
what to do next. He and Landon laid in the middle of the large bed, on
their sides, facing each other; his lips turned slightly upwards at the
ends, reflecting the grin on his friend's face. Gently dipping his head
forward, Landon matched his moves until their foreheads touched, his light
blue eyes gazed into the older boy's darker ones and his smiled
grew. Closing them, he leaned further into Landon until their lips barely
grazed, his eyes shot open and the smile widened even further.

His left arm was bent at the elbow, his head resting on it while his other
one reached out towards the other boy, fingers reaching out to touch the
smooth chest in front of him. Landon's fingers cupped his face, CJ felt the
hand slowly sliding down his neck, coming to rest in the middle of his
chest. He felt a slight pull as the other boy played with the patch of hair
between his pecs and around his nipples. Landon appeared fascinated with
the soft fur which was quite a contrast to his own hairless torso.

CJ leaned in once again for a kiss; it became a longer lasting and more
passionate one.

Teen hormones kicked in, the heat rose with each touch, bed sheets were
kicked off, his erection met with Landon's as they moved closer
together. Wet trails coated his treasure trail; it was too much build up
for a pair of horny teens. He wrapped his hand around his friend's cock as
he felt his own enveloped in a searing hold. It didn't take much, a couple
of strokes and much sooner than expected he exploded. Semen sprayed his
partner as his own groin was soaked in the other teen's cum.


Monday, 3 June 2013

CJ woke up being spooned by Landon, his bladder clamoring to be
emptied. The arm draped over his chest, the warmth of the body behind him,
and the erection poking his butt made him smile. He considered reaching for
lube and a condom; of letting nature take its course.  Thoughts of losing
his cherry were tampered down as quickly as they arose. The conversations
with his dads had convinced him he would know when the time was right, not
to rush into anything, and to wait until the right moment came along. Of
course, that didn't mean another form of intimacy could not be found.

"Morning, sexy," he heard whispered in his ear as the arms surrounding him
tightened their hold and the butt poking became more intense. "Thanks for
inviting me last night for dinner.  And to spend the night."

"My pleasure, stud. But, dude, I don't think I've wet my bed since I was
four, so I better hit the pisser, or I'll have an accident."

"Go. I'm right behind you."

Their morning hard-ons deflated, the boys shared the bottle of Listerine
before squirreling back under the bed-sheets and snuggling
together. Knowing his dads were already gone gave CJ courage to explore
without worrying about making too much noise. He nudged Landon on his back,
draped himself over his friend's body, and nuzzled against his neck, slowly
flicking his tongue against the warm skin, causing Landon to
moan. Attempting to replicate what he had often read about in erotic
stories, he went for the right nipple with his teeth and used his fingers
on the left one, eliciting more moans. Without the finesse brought on by
experience, he spent minimal time on these activities before heading
further down the body in front of him and opening his mouth wide to capture
Landon's hard cock.

"Oh fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck. Turn around, CJ, turn around. I want you in my
mouth too." Landon went crazy on his friend's dick. He licked, sucked, and
nibbled on the foreskin. He pulled the skin hood back and licked the
naturally lubed head, then swallowed the entire cock to the root.  After
massaging the head with his throat he pulled off entirely. "Damn I love
your foreskin, sure wish I still had mine!"

"You can borrow mine anytime, buddy... let me show you something."

CJ scrambled up the bed again, took Landon's stiffness in his left hand,
grabbed his own foreskin with the other one, stretching it over his friend
until it covered the tip of both their cocks. He began stroking the joined
members while passionately kissing the other boy. Both began panting as
their orgasms approached. Reaching their climax almost simultaneously, cum
overflowed the covering foreskin and spilled over their groins. Cleaning up
was just plain fun, using their mouths, before kissing and passing the
creamy stuff back and forth. There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell any
of it was going to be wasted.

By the time they were in the kitchen fixing food, they both had mile-wide
smiles on their faces.

X X X

Off to the gym with CJ wearing a burgundy Arlington national Cemetery
t-shirt, the two friends were halfway through their chest routine when the
ubiquitous ginger stud approached them.

"Hi guys, I'm Ian," he said while bumping fists with the teens. Looking at
the dark haired Latin kid he added, "I keep seeing you all over the place,
are you taking courses here this summer?"

"Nice to meetcha, man. I'm CJ and this is Landon. And no, not taking any
classes this summer. I live in the area and will be a sophomore in high
school this fall."

"You're shitting me! I could have sworn you guys were older."

"I am. I'll be a senior this year but not in DC. Just visiting my brother
for a couple of weeks."

"Guess I'll be seeing you now and then this coming year, CJ. I'm a Graduate
Assistant here at GU, working on my thesis. I'll catch you men later, all
done and I need to shower and get to the office."

"Later," said the younger men at the same time as they stared at the
redhead's nice backside walking away from them.

X X X

Landon wanted to eat lunch at Rogo's once again, He enjoyed the food and
the extra attention paid to them on Friday. They sat at the bar and ate
hamburgers while chatting with the bartender. Danno made an appearance and
introduced them to Trip, the reporter he previously talked about wanting to
do a story about CJ. The handsome blonde man mentioned the Pentagon had
stalled him in his attempts to contact they boy's fathers, but the bar
owner had made a deal with him to drop the story. Details of the agreement
were not mentioned, but they did notice Danno licking his lips.

After their new acquaintance left, the boys giggled and wondered if this
one would also be walking funny later on in the day.

X X X

CJ had visited most of the monuments and memorials before while staying
with his fathers, now he was loving the opportunity to serve as a tour
guide. Their initial stop was the Lincoln Memorial. Grabbing a National
Park Service brochure, the boys read some basic information about the
memorial as they walked around the building.

After staring up at the monumental Daniel Chester French statue of a seated
Lincoln, they stopped to read Lincoln's Gettysburg Address and his Second
Inaugural Address carved on the north and south walls of the memorial.

"I've heard of the Gettysburg Address since I was a little kid, but when I
first read it, I was surprised at how short it was."

"Right?" replied CJ. "I always thought something people talked about as so
important would be much longer."

"Hey, CJ, you remember the big ass concert they had here for the
President's inauguration back in 2009?"

"Barely, I was eleven and we were living at Ramstein Air Base still, so the
time difference meant it was evening in Germany. I know I caught a little
bit but then it was my bedtime."

"Wow? You lived in Germany? At an Air Force Base? That must have been way
cool. You'll have to tell me what it was like later!"

X X X

Walking beside the Reflecting Pool, they headed towards their next
destination, the Washington Monument. The structure was closed and under
repair after being damaged during an earthquake--they could not go
inside. It was scheduled to re-open sometime in 2014 and the boys swore
they would go to the top together next time Landon came to visit his
brother.

"I always wondered why the stone changed colors part way up," commented
Landon. "Why didn't they get the marble from the same place once they
started up again?" They had been reading about efforts to build the
monument and the delay when funds ran out during construction.

"It says the white marble looked the same but then the two types aged
differently. Sounds like a good Jeopardy question to me!"

X X X

Their final stop was the Jefferson Memorial, located in West Potomac
Park. It was a fifteen minute walk away and allowed them to view the
monument across the water of the Tidal Basin before they actually reached
it. The view was breathtaking.

"Fair warning, I'm gonna drive you nuts here. Jefferson is like, one of my
heroes, my favorite President, and I wanna grow up to be him!" said CJ
smirking, as they pulled away from the railing on the side of the walkway
by the paddle boat rental place.

"Oh wow, you really are a dork about history," replied Landon while
laughing.

"Asshole!"

"So what is it that gives you a stiffie when you think of old Tom?"

"Hmmm, the man was far from perfect but he was gifted; his initial draft of
the Declaration of Independence is amazing. He owned slaves but wanted them
to be freed after independence from England. An okay politician and
diplomat but an incredible scientist. He had a thirst for knowledge that
has always inspired me to try and learn more. And his efforts at
architecture are graceful with clean designs based on classic
buildings. I'm dying to visit Monticello, his home in Charlottesville, now
that I live up here in Washington. Come on, Landon, let's walk all around
it before we go inside; I want you to see the statue from all possible
angles, it's really cool."

"Damn, that's one big fucker, can you imagine the size of his dick?"

"You're such a perv. Come on, let's go inside. I love reading the carvings
on the walls."

"Let me grab one of the brochures, CJ. I'm taking them all back home with
me to remind me of the trip.?

"Okay, I forget the name of the architect, but the building's style is
neoclassical and it resembles the Rotunda at the University of Virginia,
which Jefferson designed."

"John Russell Pope was the architect," said Landon reading from the
brochure.

"Cool. The inscriptions are a mix of the President's words from different
things he wrote. Some people bitch about them 'cause they make it look like
Jefferson would have supported many things he really was against. Lots of
political bullshit if you ask me, his words are still magic."

"This picture in the brochure of the Memorial surrounded by all the cherry
trees in bloom looks awesome."

"Yeah! That's something I'm looking forward to seeing in person next
spring."

X X X

Satisfied with their afternoon of exploring, the guys headed back to
Georgetown and a second shower together. Landon would be joining the family
for dinner and to watch the NBA Eastern Conference seventh and final game.
Twice in one day at Rogo's was just fine with boys; they liked the place,
the people, and the food.

Halfway through the first quarter, Danno and Trip strolled in--the boys
looked at one another and began giggling.

"Let me guess, the beefy blonde stud is walking funny, correct?" asked
Cesar.

"Yep!" was the simple reply from the teens.

"Sup, guys? Am I gonna have to set up cots in here for you two hoodlums?
Trip, you met the boys this afternoon, the two senior citizens with them
are Cesar and Brett, the dark kid's dads.  Guys, this is my buddy Charles
Beauregard Houston III. Just call him Trip, that mouthful of a name is only
used back in Texas by his mama." Danno had his hand around the back of the
man's neck holding him possessively.

"Howdy, y'all, good to meetcha."

"He's the reporter I mentioned to you guys before. I persuaded him to drop
the story idea, so it's okay to talk to him now."

"I bet I know how the persuading took place," mumbled Brett.

"Shut up, Jarhead," replied the barkeep as Cesar elbowed his other half.

The Miami HEAT took care of business that night defeating the Pacers and
advancing to the NBA Finals for the third year in a row. Up next, the San
Antonio Spurs starting Thursday night.  CJ was a happy camper.



Tuesday, 4 June 2013

Landon had spent the night again and joined the guys for their morning
workout, but this was to be goodbye. His brother had been fine when he
found out his baby bro was gay, Landon wanted to spend the last evening of
his vacation with his sibling. Already friends on Facebook, CJ and Landon
knew they would keep in touch and hopefully see each other again sometime
next summer.



Friday, 7 June 2013

Benjamin Christopher 'Ben' Cohen, MBE, former England rugby union player,
was a member of the national team which won the 2003 Rugby World Cup. In
May 2011, Cohen retired from professional rugby to focus on The Ben Cohen
StandUp Foundation , created by him to combat homophobia and bullying.

In conjunction with Capital Pride, Ben was in DC to host a fundraising
reception. This was the event to which Brian Sims, a member of the host
committee, had invited the Elite Eight and CJ to. All nine were in
attendance.

Walking in, Dragon made a beeline for his old friend Brian asking the
others to get him a beer.  The two buddies spent a few minutes with their
heads close together, speaking quietly; both were smiling broadly by the
time they finished. Ambling over to the rest of the gang Dragon's first
words were, "Where's my beer? I dragged Brian over so he could say hello."

"Gentlemen, welcome. I'm so glad you could make it tonight. Hang around
here for a bit and enjoy yourselves, I want Ben to meet you so I'll go find
him and then we can go to another one of the rooms in the suite so we can
speak privately." Right after greeting his friends, Sims turned around and
disappeared into the crowd milling around the room.

"Damn! Where does he get the energy? Did he even breathe once?"

"Can it, Jarhead; you do exactly the same thing to me on a regular basis
and at the end I'm the one out of breath," replied Cesar.

Their laughter attracted the attention of some of the other guests. As
usual, they were soon the center of attention, something fairly common
whenever they attended an event together.  Trying to behave was no better,
they would look at each other and start snickering, making CJ roll his eyes
at their antics.

"Hey, guys, wanna follow me? I've got him stashed away in a bedroom waiting
for us. And no he will not be waiting naked, Dragon!" Representative Sims
had reappeared at their side as if by magic and once again had delivered
his comments in one rapid burst.

Closing the room doors to ensure privacy, Brian introduced them to their
host individually, allowing each one to shake hands and exchange words
before moving to the next one. He began with CJ, followed by his dads and
ending with Dragon.

"Ben, the big black boy is an old friend, he was telling me a little story
earlier which I thought you would enjoy listening. You're up, stud!" said
Sims, nodding at Dragon.

"Over Memorial Day weekend, the hubbie and I were invited to breakfast at
the Pentagon by Captain Davenport here. The gathering was hosted by his
boss as a preliminary event to the Ride to the Wall motorcycle rally."

"Oh please don't, Uncle Dragon. Please?" CJ almost whimpered his request
and would have tried to leave the room but for his dad's arm draped over
his shoulders, holding him close.

"Too late, buddy, you know how proud of you we all are."

Dragon had lost count of the number of times he had told the story. Each
time he enjoyed it more and maybe embellished it a little bit more. Not
that any sprucing up of the actual events was necessary. Brian had only
heard a very short version before; now, he and Ben stood there with
dumbfounded looks on their faces and with their mouths hanging open.

Ben was the first one to react, turning to Brian and whispering something
to the politician.  Looking at CJ, he smiled shaking his head in
amazement. "Mate, you are bloody amazing! We need to get you involved with
the foundation as soon as possible. You did exactly what we encourage
others to do; you stood up against bullying. The fact you beat the bully's
arse is the dog's bollocks. I won't admit that part in public, so don't
bother quoting me."

"Damn, you sure are talking as fast as us Yanks now," said Brian, handling
the Brit a rolled up blue piece of cloth.

"Let's get the easy stuff over first. This is one of the t-shirts we'll be
giving to our supporters a little later on. You get the first one, CJ."

"Thank you, Mr. Cohen."

"Guess the second item on the list is I'm Ben, not Mr. Cohen, not sir, and
especially not chubby!" said the ex-athlete as he patted the small love
handles he had developed since retiring. "I want to sit down with you and
your parents, figure out the best way to tell your story and then spread it
around. No matter how hard we work, bullying will never be entirely
eliminated. We need to make people realize that sometimes their hateful
actions will result in pain and humiliation to themselves. Maybe that will
deter some of the jerks. When you're back in school I'd like to come over
and personally run one of the programs the foundation has been using and
have you help me with it.

"Now, let's chat about what we're doing tonight. Mate, you've given me
another reason to believe."

"If I may interrupt, Ben. Brett and I were planning on doing this a little
later, but now may be just as good a time to do it. We'd like to present
you with a check for $10,000 from our family as a contribution to the
Foundation. Brett and I would like it to be acknowledged as being made in
honor of our son."

"Mate, I'm gob smacked! I don't know what to say."

"A simple thank you will suffice. You'll also be receiving a check for an
additional $90,000 as a contribution from the Davenport-Abello Family
Charitable Fund within the next couple of weeks. That will also be in honor
of CJ."

Cesar could see CJ was embarrassed and that the other members of the Eight
were somewhat shocked but smiling; they had no idea the guys were planning
anything this generous. Brett's wealth was not a secret, but he and Cesar
never flaunted it. The two men normally would not have made such a big deal
about a contribution, preferring to maintain a lower profile. This was
different though. This was to honor their son for his actions during the
Memorial Day Weekend.

"If you guys will excuse me, I must fetch some t-shirts and make a few
changes to my remarks," said the hunky rugger with a huge smile on his
face.

"Hey bud, that should help you see a bit better how damn proud we were of
you and of what you did," said Brett as he hugged CJ. "If there had been
the slightest doubt about having you around and how it would change our
lives, your actions entirely dissipated them. Heck, we couldn't miss the
pleasure of being around as you finish becoming a grown man."

"I think Brett and I hit the jackpot the day I picked you up at the airport
last month," added Cesar. Both fathers wiped off moist eyes when the three
of them unclenched from their hug.

X X X

Ben made his usual general presentation for these events, asking for the
financial support of those in attendance before veering off from the usual
script. He then announced the donation from Cesar and Brett and the pledge
from their Family Charitable Fund.

"These contributions are being made in honour of their fifteen year old
son, Cesar Marcos Abello, Jr. CJ, could you please join me up here?

"This young man is most likely embarrassed out of his britches at this
moment. From the few minutes I spent talking to him, I'm guessing he's
smart and articulate, but also somewhat reserved. I don't think CJ likes to
draw attention to himself. Mate, sorry but I wanted our guests to have a
face to associate with your story. Since I know you'd rather not stand
here, I'll let you go back to your dads and I'll make it up to you later
for putting you on the spot."

The Brit concluded his remarks with a short version of the events that took
place at the motorcycle rally as recounted by Dragon earlier. "Ignoring the
physical beating CJ was able to administer to an older and larger man, we
must focus on the reasons behind his actions. It's imperative that each and
every one of us actively oppose bullying in any form. It is our
responsibility to stand up for those being abused. It is also our duty to
spread this message to everyone we can. Thank you for your attendance this
evening. Please make sure you come by and introduce yourselves."

The teen was once again mauled by well-wishers and even had invitations
from some very hunky guys who did not seem to have a problem with his
age. Realizing that what he had done was a good thing, he was willing to
accept the praise graciously, but the publicity was a bit much for him. All
the autographed sports memorabilia he left with at the end of the evening
made the discomfort he experienced a bit more bearable. He was looking
forward to watching Papa and some of his friends play rugby this summer.

The last person to shake the teen's hand was someone he had met earlier in
the evening, a staff member at the Senate Committee on Foreign
Affairs. "Congratulations on the accolades and I hope my kids grow up to be
like you one day, CJ."

"Thank you, Nathan; that's very gracious of you."

"Good looking, smart, articulate, brave, and he remembers names. Can I sign
on as campaign manager now? You'll win a few elections in your life if you
ever run for office."

"Babe, where did we go wrong? Our son is going to be-dare I say it--a
politician. The shame of it!" Brett could not keep a straight face, Nathan
and Cesar had a hard time not laughing out loud; CJ was not amused at being
the butt of a bad joke.

"Ha, ha, ha! See if I thank either one of you in any of my acceptance
speeches!"

"Guys, I'd like to speak to the three of you for a couple of minutes. I
think I may have an opportunity for CJ to get a feel for the legislative
and political world. Mario Rubio, the Republican Senator from Florida, has
a unique summer internship program in his office-- fourteen days, all
access. One male and one female every two weeks. Must be Floridians, high
school or college students and write an essay as to why they should be
considered."

"The boy selected for the last two weeks of July had to bail out. I heard
they were having trouble finding a qualified alternate on such short notice
and I think CJ could be a shoe in."

"Would they take someone who's only fifteen?" asked CJ.

"Yes and no. I understand you'll turn sixteen later on this year so we'll
wiggle it through. Plus the fact you're staying with your dads here in DC
means you'll have parental supervision. Son, you're a Cuban-American from
Miami, as is the Senator, you're gay and you'll be a minor celebrity
amongst the A-listers after tonight. Your story will spread in the cocktail
party circle.  No matter what your ideological leanings may be, I don't
know a politician who wouldn't jump at the chance to be associated with
you," a smiling Nathan said.

"That would be epic! Oh yeah, tell me where and when! Would that be okay
with you, Dads?"  The boy was bouncing on the heels of his shoes.

"Your choice, buddy, you know we trust your judgment and will support you
in whatever you decide," answered a smiling Cesar.

"Great, here's my card, CJ. If you could email me something like a Fact
Sheet/Profile on you this weekend, I'll get the ball rolling and we'll talk
on Monday."

X X X

"That was a very interesting evening, babe. Our little boy was quite the
hit."

"Yeah, and he seemed to handle it all fairly well. He always appears so
mature and serious but I was glad he reverted to being a kid when Nathan
mentioned the internship. CJ's excitement was palpable."

"I hear a but in your voice, Cesar."

"You know me too well. But he's only fifteen, he's going to be surrounded
by adults until he starts school and I don't want him to stop being a
kid. He's far from perfect; he'll screw up somewhere along the way and we
may have to discipline him. I want us to be his friends, but we are first
and foremost his parents. He needs to always remember it and so do we;
sometimes it's hard for me to keep the two apart."

"We'll get it right, all we need is some practice. Good night, babe, I love
you."

"Love you too, Jarhead."



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