Date: Mon, 13 Jul 2015 07:26:48 -0400
From: CJ Abello <cjabello1997@gmail.com>
Subject: CJ: Summer: Chapter 2

CJ: Summer: Chapter 2
The Brokenhearted

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.The Broken Hearted


Thursday, 16 May 2013 - continued

"Asshole!" shouted the father, and mumbled the son, as they rose from the
couch. They looked at each other after their simultaneous comment and began
laughing all over again.

"Well, I see two of my favorite men are in good spirits. That's always a
treat," noted the muscular man who had walked in, wearing his United States
Marine Corps' Officers' Charlie Uniform, and a ball cap with the emblem of
the Corps, instead of the regulation cover..

"What do you mean two of your favorite men? We better be on top of the list
or you're gonna be out in the doghouse tonight," taunted Cesar as he walked
up to the newcomer, removed the ball cap, and ran his hand over the short
cropped dark blond hair. While staring into the deep blue eyes which always
made his knees weak, he kissed the man hello. "This is a nice surprise,
Jarhead."

"Hi, Papa Brett, it's real good to see ya," said CJ, as he walked over with
his hand extended. The Marine swatted the hand away, enveloped the teenager
in his arms, and pulled him tight against his hard chest, kissing the boy
on his forehead.

"Dude! I'm so stoked you're here earlier than we expected. I love we'll get
to spend so much time together this summer."

"Yeah well, I think we'll all get to spend a heck of a lot of time together
with him. His stomach grumbling is what started us laughing, why don't we
go grab a bite to eat and catch up while we stuff our faces. Want to walk
over to Clyde's? And what time do you have to head back to the base?"

Brett released the youngster. "Don't hafta. Got today and tomorrow off in
honor of my spouse bringing a child into our world."

"Asshole!" repeated both father and son. This time all three men chuckled
together.

"Should I change into civvies?"

"Nah," said Cesar. "I love to watch all the girls and gay boys drool at my
handsome military stud. I know he's mine though, and later tonight..."

"TMI, TMI, too much FUCKING information," interrupted CJ, fake covering his
ears as they headed out the door. "I'm an impressionable little kid, and
you're discussing unnatural sex acts between sodomites, in my presence."
C‚sar could see the boy was fighting the urge to crack a smile, while
concentrating on maintaining the shocked look on his face. He was happy the
sadness in the kid's face had disappeared, even if it was temporary.

"Fuck! What's with all the fuckin' quarter words, dude? Have you nerded out
on me over the past six months?" Brett's exaggerated facial expressions
were hilarious, sounding gruff was not making up for the cheap Soap Opera
acting.

"Don't tell me you've actually been paying attention to those religious
idiots running your school. Oh no, you're not going to church on Sundays,
are you?" The marine clutched his hands to his heart in mock agony,
throwing his head back, in a bad femme fatale impersonation. He probably
knew he looked ridiculous, but having CJ around always made him act silly
and everyone knew he definitely enjoyed it.

"What the fuck are you doing in church anyway? Don't you know it'll cause
permanent damage to your psyche?" Brett was now back to his
hyper-masculine, military man, husky voice, with a tinge of levity beneath.

"I'm fairly certain it'll require a miracle, but could my husband and my
kid try to act a bit more mature? I expected the two of you to have settled
down a smidgen by now. And what's with all the damn fucking swear words?"
Once again, all three began snickering as if they were little kids.

  

The verbal sparring continued unabated as they walked down the Exorcist
Steps towards the eatery they had agreed upon. While visiting his father in
DC for the first time, CJ had learned the steps connecting Prospect Street
on top and M Street at the bottom, which were adjacent to their house, were
made famous in the book and movie The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty.
The author attended Georgetown University, and as most students there,
probably walked up and down them repeatedly. In his story, the demon throws
the priest attempting an exorcism out of the house on top, and the man
breaks his neck, as he ends up at the bottom of the stairs.  Their
destination, the venerable Clyde's of Georgetown, had occupied the same
premises on M Street since 1963. The old-time saloon boasted a massive oak
bar and some of the best burgers in town. The restaurant was also known for
its chili, crab cake sandwiches, and weekend brunch?a tradition. The menu
was reassuringly familiar: steak and eggs, omelets, waffles, with an
assortment of sandwiches, burgers, and salads thrown into the mix. The
foodie in CJ loved the variety, while the teen in him loved the quantity.

Their server was young, efficient, and handsome; CJ kept stealing glances
at him. He guessed the smiling waiter was a student at GU, he knew many
Hoyas, as the school's sports teams and students were called, found
employment in the bars and restaurants scattered throughout the old city
section.

  

The conversation was light while they waited for their meal. Brett kept
smiling and he frequently mock punched CJ, ruffled his hair or just simply
placed his hand over the youngster's in a reassuring way. He was honestly
excited about having the boy moving to Washington on a permanent basis.

Cesar could tell the kid had settled down somewhat from his earlier
emotional outbursts. He looked at his partner lovingly, acknowledging to
himself the calming effect his man had on others. "So, CJ, you think you're
up to telling us a bit more about what happened back in Miami?"

"Sure, Dad, guess it started last summer when I was here; I began to accept
I was gay. I had kinda figured out girls did nothing for me already, but a
sexy guy always made me look. The way the other boys at school talked about
girls and stuff just didn't interest me. Most kids would probably have
freaked out at that point, but having a gay father living with another man,
I didn't. Having spent time with you two, and your friends, kinda made
things easier for me."  In between sips of his Dr. Pepper, and bites of his
burger, the teen bared his soul to his fathers.  C‚sar realized then, he
and Brett would be play a gigantic role in the boy's life. From that day
forward, they were to become full-time parents. CJ would need both of them,
to serve as his anchors, and help steer him in the right direction in the
future.

"All the time I spent at the museums, at the mall, or visiting the
monuments those couple of days you two had to work, helped me finally
accept I was interested in guys, not girls. I'd always look at the
good-looking guys. I could tell when a girl was cute, but that was it for
me.  "I decided not to say anything to anyone. You guys wouldn't have been
a problem, but I was about to head to Miami, and didn't want to start a
conversation which would've been interrupted by me leaving town. Back home,
at the Rich Peterson Military Camp, the appearance of a newly minted gay
boy would've caused pandemonium. That was proven three days ago."

"Coming out at school was definitely not an option. I was a lowly freshman
at Christopher Columbus, the Catholic Nazis running the joint, would've
gone berserk trying to counsel me. I only knew a few kids who would be
starting the ninth grade with me, so I didn't really have anyone to talk
to."

"After you two left Miami, following your Thanksgiving Weekend visit, I
finally found someone I felt comfortable sharing my secret with. A fellow
student at the school. We were both on the JV Football team, and had gotten
friendly during the fall. We hit it off, started spending more and more
time together, and I slowly realized he never brought up girls in our
conversations. Paying closer attention, I started to notice he'd kinda look
at the good-looking guys like I did."

"One thing led to another, and following semester finals, we ended up
coming out to each other. We were scared, and didn't do much of
anything. We wanted to practice what we read on the internet, but stealing
a couple of kisses here and there, proved to be less than satisfying.
Finally, on New Year's Eve, we went to the same party, and then I was
spending the night at his house. Mom and Rich had gone down to Key West for
the year-end festivities, so Adam's parents-that's his name-invited me to
stay a couple of days at their home."  "We had both wasted enough time on
the internet, reading stories and watching porn, so the mechanical part of
doing it was not a mystery. That night, early morning actually, we returned
to his house after the party, took showers, and changed into boxers before
heading to bed.  Only one of the beds in his room was used; Adam climbed in
with me, and started kissing me."

"Sleep finally came around five am, we kinda spent most of the night making
out, and messing around. By then I was sure. Ummmm... Well, we kinda gave
each other hand jobs a lot after that. But honestly, that's all we did,
Dads." The boy looked at his shoes, blushing.

"That's cool, dude. You don't have to be scared, or embarrassed, in front
of us. Hopefully, talking to us about sex will get easier," said
Brett. "How about we take a little break from the serious conversation? We
can finish lunch, and head back home now. We can finish our chat there. CJ,
you better know you're very welcome to live with us. Not a single doubt in
my mind.  This is home from now on."

"Yeah, CJ, we're both gonna love having you under the same roof all the
time," added Cesar.

"Oh, man, this rocks! It's gonna be so damn great to have you around all
the time. I'm sorry about the way this came about, but gift horse in mouth
and all that jizz. Ooops, I meant jazz!"  Brett smiled, sipping his
espresso, as Cesar chuckled, and signed the credit card charge slip. He
left a generous cash tip for the friendly server.

"Ok guys, let's head home; I want to hear the remainder of the story. Then
I want to call Lourdes. We need to discuss something I have in mind, but I
want your opinions on how we go about it. The conversation with her, and
Rich, may get a little nasty, but the final outcome should not be in
question. You're ours, and we're going to make sure there's no way that can
be changed."

They strolled back to the house, enjoying the extremely pleasant, late
spring weather. The humidity, which would make the next few months
miserable, was not around yet. Unlike South Florida, DC did not have the
ocean breeze to help, keep things somewhat comfortable.  Summers, in the
nation's capital, were hot and muggy.

  

After brushing their teeth, and changing into shorts and t-shirts, the two
men joined CJ in the family room, so they could finish their
conversation. The teen had changed into a pair of loose basketball shorts
and a gray Mickie Mouse shirt. He settled himself on the floor, with his
back to the large, black leather, sectional couch. He stared out the
windows, facing the street in front of the house, waiting to complete
telling his tale.

"Alrighty then, ready to finish your story, bud?" asked Brett while
ruffling the teen's dark hair.

"Sure, Papa. There isn't much more to tell. On Monday I got home from
school, and found a young soldier, in our living room. He had stood up,
when I opened the front door, so I walked over and introduced himself."

CJ remembered thinking how hot the guy was, and how sexy he looked, when he
smiled. He also remembered their conversation...

"Hi there, I'm CJ."

"Nice to meet you, man. I'm Ben; you must be the Lieutenant Colonel's son,
right?"

"One of them, you work for him?"

"Not really, I'm just a glorified errand boy. I'm waiting for some papers I
need to take back to SOUTHCOM. I've been assigned there since I returned
from Afghanistan. I work for one of the other officers in your dad's
department."

SOUTHCOM was the abbreviation for the United States Southern Command which
was headquartered in Miami.

Right as they were finishing their introductions, CJ heard his step-father
calling for him, so he headed towards the study. The military man must have
been working from home that day, he was wearing civvies, and his desk was
crowded with files and papers. He asked his son to offer the soldier
something to drink, and to hang out with him for the next hour or so.

"I offered to take him up to my room, to play video games, and Rich just
grunted his agreement. We got sodas, and headed upstairs. I asked him to
sit at my desk while I went to the bathroom, to change out of my school
clothes. When I came back he was smiling, and clicking on something on my
computer, without turning around he asked me if I thought the guys in the
Bel Ami movies were hot."

"My breathing stopped. I panicked, and wanted to run and hide, but the
sound of his laughter made me look up at him. He said he thought those boys
were real hot, and started to rub his crotch. A minute or two later, we
were kinda sitting next to each other, on the bed."

CJ remembered how the lump in the military guy's pants kept growing; he
thought it resembled a large cucumber, as it slithered down his pant
leg. The young soldier opened up his fly, and pulled out a good sized dick
that wasn't fully hard, but was already about six inches long.  Motioning
the boy over while waving the hardening cock, the soldier gently grabbed
the kid's neck, pulling him close and lowered his own head until their lips
met. Their tongues battled as they rubbed against each other.

Timing is everything, and it was at that moment, that Rich opened the door
to the room. The courier suddenly pulled back and tried to quickly
rearrange his pants.

"The sound of the door opening made the soldier look up, see Rich standing
at the door, and he had panicked. Rich remained very calm when he found us
in such a compromising position; he told us to get straightened up, and
that he would see us downstairs. When we got to the den, he handed the
soldier an envelope to take back with him, and told him to keep his mouth
shut about what had happened, unless he wanted to be court-martialed for
having sex with a minor.  I was told to go back to my room, and wait until
I was called."

"I heard Mom come home sometime later, and about an hour afterwards, Rich
yelled for me.  Mom was sitting on the couch, filing her nails, looking as
if there was nothing strange going on.  I think she may have been a bit
scared of him. The homophobic bastard told me 'no faggot would be allowed
to live under my roof.' Mom didn't even bother to stick up for me; it felt
as if she couldn't give a shit about me." The broken hearted boy closed his
eyes, not wanting to cry again.

"Assholes," whispered Cesar and Brett.


Copyright 2015 CJ Abello

Edited by: Mann Ramblings

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