Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2015 07:19:20 -0400
From: CJ Abello <cjabello1997@gmail.com>
Subject: CJ: Summer: Chapter 16: It's a shame

CJ: Summer: Chapter 16: It's a Shame

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, 8 June 2013 - continued

About the same time Cesar was leaving Georgetown to pick up Doc in Crystal
City, six men were slipping out of Rogo's. They walked through a door near
the back of the bar and into the adjacent large building. This was the
warehouse Danno had converted into his residential space; it also provided
storage space for the small collection of American muscle cars he had
restored. He was about to entertain for the first time since the workers
had finished the improvements.

"Welcome to my new home, boys. I'll skip the Architectural Digest tour, but
feel free to look around. The upstairs loft is the actual residential space
while down here I have the car workshop, a large bathroom and the sling
room. Please, if you fuck out in the open area make sure not to spill your
spunk on the upholstery of any of the cars."

"Where do you want the party favors, stud?"

"On the workshop counter, Trip. The fridge is full of water bottles and
Gatorade so that's gonna be the chill area. What have you got there?"

"A little G and some blow?no Tina and no pills. Is your weed already out?"

"Yeah. There's papers and a bong in the cabinet above the sink. Dragon,
King: you already know Trip is to be trusted as much as I am. I'll vouch
for Omar and Parker and if you agree we can forget the raincoats."

"Hell yeah! We're game. Point us in the right direction, give us a few
minutes in the shower, and then we can get started."


"Around the glass block wall, Dragon--plenty of towels available and you
should find anything else you might need in there. Trip, get over there and
start stripping Omar. Parker, you can do the same for me. Since the two of
you are the versatile boys, you get to service us tops."

"Danno, I'm guessing the big guy in the showers is a top, and the hot wiry
fucker with him is a bottom? I hope? I'd love to get inside that tough
little stud." Omar was playing with Trip's blondish hair as the Texan
pulled the big man's t-shirt over his head before dropping to his knees to
undo his shorts and pull out a piece of meat big enough to keep any size
queen content.

"You got it, Omar. King is the one total bottom in the group tonight. If I
know him, he'll be happy hanging out on the sling while we run a train on
him. When I vouched for you two, Dragon agreed we could all fuck his
partner raw and we could feel free to breed him."

"Hear that, Parker? You don't have to be the designated catcher all night,
although at least one of us is gonna want to plant ourselves inside your
tight hole."

"Tight for now, you mean. After you get done using me I'll be a lot looser,
buddy. It's a shame your friend Cesar and his marine don't play around. I'd
love to see either one in the sling getting hammered."

"Fuck! I can see why you'd be looser; Omar is hung like a horse." Dragon
had walked back into the playroom toweling the remaining water off his body
after a quick shower. "King will be back as soon as he finishes cleaning
himself out; I'm gonna love seeing my sex monkey stuck on the end of all
these big cocks. I get him last, guys. I love to fuck a sloppy ass. Oh, and
forget about Cesar and Brett, those two are so into each other they barely
notice other guys."

"I'm gonna join your man in the shower, Dragon." Trip was already walking
towards the wet area as he spoke, "I need to clean out too, I want some of
that big black cock of yours in me tonight."

Hours later, when the group called it a night, King had been fucked so much
he wobbled while he walked, saying his ass was as sore as it had ever
been. Trip had been nailed a few times also but nothing like what the Brit
ex-boxer went through. This would not be the last time Danno had his fuck
buddies over at his new place.



Sunday, 8 June 2013

Half-asleep, CJ opened the refrigerator, grabbed the container of orange
juice, and took a big swig. He looked at his three housemates sitting at
the kitchen counter, mugs of coffee in hand, and smiles on their
faces. They were staring at the boy's morning boner tenting his boxers.
"What? Like you guys don't get morning wood. Oh wait, the plumbing isn't as
reliable when you get to be as old as the three of you."

"Asshole! I can't believe I helped create such a pain in the ass."

"Aww, dad, it ain't that big. Most guys get over the pain in their ass
after a while."

Doc cracked up at the comedy act. "Is it like this every morning?" he
asked. Not used to how the house functioned, he was wearing shorts and a
t-shirt while the two fathers matched their son sitting on their stools in
just their boxers.

"I think it's getting worse, Doc; Brett's a bad influence on the kid."

"Fuck you, Cesar! I'm a great influence on CJ."

"Enough of this shit, give me a break, guys. I'm not used to waking up to
an X-rated Three Stooges routine. Let's get cleaned up; I'm buying brunch
at Clyde's."

"Uncle Matt?"

"Yeah, CJ?"

"I'm sorry for what's going on, but I'm glad you're here."

"Thank you for making me feel welcome, CJ, and for thinking of me last
night. Come here, give me a big hug, and let's go get ready."

The 800 pound gorilla following them around, Chip's infidelity, was avoided
throughout the meal. Conversation revolved around Friday night's StandUp
Foundation reception, tonight's second game of the NBA Finals, and what
condition King and Dragon would be in this morning after what they all
assumed was a late night partying.

After a short, private conversation with his Dad, CJ wanted the three
adults to have a few hours alone together. He asked if he could head back
to the Dupont Circle area. He wanted to spend more time wandering around
the festival. His dads gave him permission to go by himself, asking he be
back home early enough to get ready before going out to dinner.


It was getting quite warm by the time CJ exited the Metro station at Dupont
Circle. Repeating the previous day's routine, he stripped off the forest
green Jeep t-shirt--with the car company's grille and head lamps logo on
it--he was wearing and stuck it into the side of his cargo shorts.  He fit
right in with the rest of the bare-chested boys walking around the
festival. Most every guy was cruising the crowd to one degree or another;
sometimes it was just a look, sometimes it was a bit more
aggressive. Behind some of those looks, CJ could see hints of lust, there
were obviously plenty of randy men looking to hook up. After the reactions
his age had caused over the past few days, he could imagine some of those
studs freaking out if they hit on him and found themselves going after a
fifteen-year-old kid. He understood some men would find his youth
appealing, and that some young guys would prefer to connect with an older
daddy type.  He realized how truly varied the gay community was. Those who
tried to paint it with one brush stroke had no idea what they were doing.

This was his first solo outing in a completely gay environment and the teen
enjoyed himself. He talked to and snapped selfies with well-known porn
actors, bought rainbow trinkets, ogled the older muscular man wearing just
a leather jockstrap, being led by a leash attached to his chain collar, and
listened to musical performers.

"CJ! Come over here." Hearing his name called, the boy turned around and
noticed Ben Cohen standing in front of the StandUp Foundation booth
motioning him over. "It's good to see you again, mate. Are your dads
around?"

"Hi, Ben, Dad and Papa are back home. We were here yesterday and they said
one day was enough for them. This is my first pride celebration so I wanted
to spend more time checking it out."

CJ felt like a million bucks when Ben introduced him to several people as
one of the athlete's DC friends. He smiled when he thought how two weeks
ago Rich had treated him like crap and today a world famous athlete was
treating him as a big shot. He planned on sending the autographed ball Ben
had given him on Friday night to his brother as a present.

X X X

"Are you sure?" asked the cop. Tommy and JP had joined Cesar, Brett and
Matt at the Georgetown townhouse to discuss Doc's plans. This was the
original group of friends at the core of the Elite Eight; Chip's absence
was never questioned. His duplicity had cost him more than one
relationship.

The banker phoned several times during the morning; his calls were ignored
by Matt. CJ and his dads kept him smiling during brunch with their constant
teasing of each other, improving his mood. Eventually, Doc sent a text
message letting Chip know he would be over in the afternoon. Chip's
replies, repeatedly asking Doc to come over as soon as possible were also
ignored.

"Yes, I am," replied Doc. "He did the same thing to his wife while they
were married. He had started to question his sexuality, his interest in his
wife was disappearing, and he began to explore men. The story he told me
then resembles what he's been doing over the past few months a lot. Late
hours at work, which meant quick hook ups before going home for the night.
This time though, it's not about his sexual orientation; it's about him not
being content with just one man.

"It's a shame he didn't talk to me; maybe we could have found some sort of
way to satisfy his needs and keep us together. If we reconciled now, I'd
always have a nagging doubt concerning his fidelity in the back of my
mind."

"How difficult will it be to separate yourselves? You have the condo here
and the place in New York. Any other property?" asked Pope.

"Surprisingly, not hard at all. Because of his kids, and his family's net
worth back in Argentina, our finances have been kept separate. He owns the
condo here in Washington and I own the place in Manhattan. There's a joint
account to which we both contribute on a monthly basis to cover household
expenses. That's the closest we've come to mingling our money."

"Any idea where you want to live next?" asked Cesar.

"Yeah, I began thinking on it when my suspicions about Chip started. I'm
hoping you and Brett will let me stay here for a few days. I'll move into
one of those furnished executive apartments by next weekend. Then I'll
start looking around for a place. I want to be in the District proper and
the Georgetown area would be my first choice. Dupont Circle would be next,
but here I'd be closer to the hospital and the office."

Cesar and Brett looked at each other, smiled and made their offer.

"We talked of this last night and came up with an idea we want to talk with
you about," said the marine. "We own two units at The Flour Mill
Condominium we rent out and one of them will be available at the end of the
month. It's a two bedroom, three bathroom apartment on 33rd Street by the
C&O Canal. We'd like you stay with us until the current tenant moves
out. We'll do our regular moving out maintenance, and you take it over
right after we finish. Pay utilities and maintenance fees, and we'll call
it even. We're being selfish here, we'd love to have you within walking
distance and so would your nephew, we're sure."

"We're hoping you like the place and will want to stay there permanently,"
Cesar said as he opened the refrigerator to get another round of beers. "If
not, we have a handful of other units you can look at. Brett and I are
interested in doing a swap with you?one of our places here in Washington
for an interest in your place in New York."

"Why would you want to do that? You know you can use the place anytime you
want to anyway."

"Doc, I hope you don't mind Cesar explaining to me the property ownership
situation between you and Chip. Being your accountant, I guess he was the
only one aware of the situation. With CJ living with us now, we suspect our
trips to the Big Apple will be a bit more frequent. The kid hasn't traveled
a lot and we want to expose him to the magic of New York. Sooner or later,
we'll allow him to go up there by himself and if he has a friend or two
with him, it wouldn't be fair to you. We love the place and its
location. It would be hard to find something as nice."

"Think about it, buddy. No need to make any quick decisions. Go get
yourself some clothes, and your car, come back, and join us for dinner and
the HEAT game at Rogo's. Our boy's a diehard fan and has adopted Danno's
place as his home away from home on game days."

"Okay, I can live with the arrangement for now. I'll see you at the bar
later and thank you! It's nice to realize the people I feel so close to are
indeed my friends in good and bad times."

"We all love you, Matt. We like you so much, if you get real horny, JP and
I will let you watch!"

"Right, as if JP would ever agree to it. Thanks but Rosie will take care of
me."

X X X

Chip spent the day cleaning and worrying. He knew he had royally fucked up,
but was hoping to get a second chance. Quality men like Doc were not
common; the banker was reluctant to simply throw in the towel. His damn
dick had gotten him in trouble again and this time it was going to be
difficult to save himself. He might even have to practice monogamy for the
foreseeable future.

"Hello, Chip, I'm going to me pack some things to take with me; then I'll
come talk to you."

"You know you belong here, Matt. I know I fucked up and I'll do anything
you want to make it right. You don't have to go anywhere, please."

"Yes I do, Chip. Yes I do. Give me a little time to get my stuff and we'll
talk; we're all meeting at Rogo's for dinner and to watch the Miami HEAT
basketball game. I don't have a lot of extra time but most of what I have
to say I said last night anyway."

"Rogo's could be fun, not the game but the gang getting together."

"Nope, not tonight. You're not invited, and you won't be welcome. Cesar,
Brett and CJ will be there, since they're letting me stay at their place
for now. I don't want your presence to make them uncomfortable?especially
the kid. You're free to hang out with them any other time; they're your
friends too, but not tonight."

Chip seemed to be at a loss for words, this was worse than he thought it
would be. He knew he shouldn't have kept Ian around as long as he did. The
redhead was a great fuck, but the price he was having to pay was a bit too
high. He should have just done as before and replaced him after two or
three weeks.

His suitcase and the two duffle bags CJ had lent him filled, Doc returned
to the apartment's main room. "Chip I'll try to make this as painless and
drama free as possible. You lied to me by cheating with however many men
you have. They must have offered something you found missing in your life
with me. It's a shame you didn't talk to me about why you felt the need to
step out before you did. Maybe we could have found a solution."

"You're right, babe, you're very right. And I'm ready to talk, to work
through any issues so we can put this behind us."

"Nope, sorry. But it ain't gonna happen. You shattered my trust into so
many pieces, it'll never be whole again. If I stay, I'll always have doubts
about you. I'm confused, I'm hurt, and I'm very sad. I'm also very sure
this is the end." Doc stacked the duffels on top of the rolling case and
walked out the door without looking back.

"I'll make sure everything of mine is out by the end of the week. Goodbye,
Cristiano."


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