Date: Thu, 16 Jul 2015 09:45:17 -0400
From: CJ Abello <cjabello1997@gmail.com>
Subject: CJ: Summer: Chapter 3

CJ: Summer: Chapter 3
Mansion on the Hill
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.

Thursday, 16 May 2013 - continued

On Tuesday, the day after the blowup between her husband and her son,
Lourdes Peterson kept CJ home from school, and drove to Christopher
Columbus Catholic High School without him. She explained to the principal,
a Marist Brother whose religious order ran the school, that there was an
extreme family emergency, and CJ was leaving for Washington DC the next
day.  He would be there for the entire summer, and possibly for an extended
period of time. Based on the boy's high grade average, and his model
behavior, the principal agreed to grant incompletes on all courses.

Lourdes was asked to return the following week to collect a summary of
remaining lessons for each class. There would also be a list of Catholic
schools in the District of Columbia area, where her son could make
arrangements to take final exams, before the beginning of the next school
year. Telling a blatant lie, about the reason for CJ's departure, did not
seem to bother her. As long as a scandal was avoided, and she was able to
keep her social standing, she was content.  Lourdes wanted, at all costs,
to avoid the embarrassment of a public argument, between her homophobic
husband, and her strong willed son. Once everyone settled down she'd figure
out her next move.

Rich came home with a pair of large duffle bags that same night. Handing
them to CJ, he instructed the boy to spend the next twenty-four hours,
filling them with clothes. He was also to pack his suitcase with any school
or personal items he might need during the following couple of weeks. The
teen was told he was being sent off to live with his faggot dad as soon as
it could be arranged. The step father added anything not fitting in the
three pieces of luggage, would be shipped to him at a later date.



Cesar was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico to Cuban immigrant parents. His
mother and father had left Cuba at an early age, on the heels of the
revolution which left Fidel Castro in power of a communist regime. They
settled in the neighboring Caribbean island, where they re-established
their lives and where their children were born.

In 1980, at the age of three, his parents once again uprooted themselves
and moved the family to Miami; eventually settling in Coral Gables near the
campus of the University of Miami.  Although he grew up as a Miami
Hurricanes fan, upon graduation from Christopher Columbus High School the
young Abello entered the rival University of Florida where he played
baseball for the Gators, and majored in Accounting.

Lourdes was the boy's best friend during his freshman and sophomore years
at the University.  Both were the product of upper middle class
Cuban-American families, which led to them having several friends in
common, even before moving to Gainesville to attend college.  She was
twenty months older, a junior, smart, pretty, popular, and she wanted to
make the young man with the sexy dark looks hers. Cesar had been come out
to his parents, in 1994, at the beginning of his last year in high
school. He was open and honest concerning his sexuality?he was gay and that
was all there was to it. She would not accept it, she insisted it was
probably just a phase her friend was going through, all he needed was a
good woman, and he could stop being gay. What to Cesar was a good
friendship, to Lourdes was a calculated effort to snatch herself a trophy
husband.

After two years of spending countless hours together, and getting to know
each other well, the two friends decided to visit Florida's Emerald Coast
for Spring Break. The annual migration of thousands of students, searching
for warm weather and a good time, would be her last one before graduation.

The beach, the parties, and the alcohol were a dangerous combination for
all these young people. On their final night at the beach, Lourdes managed
to get in bed with her friend, both of them intoxicated and horny. The next
morning she was all smiles, while he was somber.

"I can't believe you raped me," he said as he hastily packed his travel
bag.

"Sorry, mister, but your thing was pretty damn hard when I sat on it last
night. How the hell can you call it rape?"

"You've always known I'm gay, you've always known I didn't want to have sex
with you, and you've always known I'm not much of a drinker. You got me
drunk, and took advantage of me."

"Tell it to the judge, buster."

"No, bitch, I'm telling it to you. We are done. I never want to see you, or
hear from you, again.  Don't call, don't write, don't visit. You know that
nasty temper you've always nagged me about? Please don't say anything else
now, it's real close to surfacing. If it does, it won't be pretty. I'm
trying to be responsible, and do the right thing, so I won't just leave you
here stranded. So just shut the fuck up, and get in the car, we're leaving
now."  The drive back to school was tense. She kept making light of the
previous night's events; he reiterated his position she had violated his
trust, and had taken advantage of him. After the first few miles, he
wouldn't say a word to her.

Phone calls, emails, and messages carried by friends, were all ignored by
Cesar. All her attempts to apologize, and renew their friendship, were
dealt with in the same manner. Graduation was a little less joyous, because
the man she had set her sights, on was not around.

Nine months later, Lourdes gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Cesar Marcos
Abello had been listed as the father on the birth certificate, but was not
told about the baby. By becoming a single mother, Lourdes had lost some
standing in the society circles she moved in. Even though it was 1997,
having a child out of wedlock, was not viewed as proper in the conservative
Cuban community.

Soon after her son was born, Lourdes began working and dating. She met Rich
Peterson, an Air Force pilot, at a party in the summer of 1998, while the
fly-boy was in town visiting friends.  They spent as much time as possible
together during the two weeks following their meeting.  When he was ready
to leave Miami and return to his post, he asked her if they could keep in
touch. Through the remainder of the year, they visited each other whenever
possible. Then, on December 31, 1999, Rich asked her to marry him. She
agreed, and they planned to be wed in twelve months, on January 1, 2001?the
first day of the twenty-first century. Rich also expressed a desire to
formally adopt CJ and give him his last name.



Cesar became aware he had a son when the boy was two years old. He was
contacted by an attorney, requesting he sign away his parental rights, to
allow for the toddler's adoption. Joy and pride in being a dad, and hurt
and anger about being kept in the dark, collided inside him; his rage even
scared his own parents, when he made them aware they had a grandson.

"The fucking cunt! First she rapes me, then she keeps my son away from me,
and now she wants me to give him up so some asshole can claim to be his
father. They can both go to hell, I'll never allow it. They may as well get
ready for a very long and very nasty court fight."

The young father was now living back in Miami, and working as a staff
accountant at Ernst & Young, one of the world's largest accounting
firms. He knew Lourdes would hate the publicity associated with a nasty
custody fight. He correctly figured out Captain Peterson would not enjoy
being involved in one either. For someone in the military, that type of
public relations disaster could possibly derail further advancement. In
order to avoid such a spectacle over parental rights, Cesar was granted
visitation privileges. He was allowed to spend time with his kid, and did
so as often as possible. He was delighted to have a routine of regular
Sunday morning visits, having his boy with him full time on alternate
weekends, and over his two weeks annual vacation. His contact with the
toddler came to a temporary end six months later, when the airman was
posted to Germany.

In 2008, Major Peterson was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel and deployed to
Afghanistan; Lourdes moved back to Miami along with nine-year-old
CJ. Cesar, now living in the nation's capital, began regular visits to
South Florida to re-establish a relationship with his son.  Beginning in
2009, the boy spent at least half his summer vacation in DC with his father
and his partner. He also saw them when they flew down to celebrate
Thanksgiving with the entire Abello clan in the warm weather. Spring break
usually found father and son going on vacation somewhere together.

Upon his return from Afghanistan in 2011, the Peterson was assigned to
Southern Command operations in Doral, Florida. During the conversation in
the living room of the Georgetown townhouse, CJ mentioned the man expected
an early promotion to Colonel, and thought it would certainly be followed
by a new posting.



"They'll agree to whatever we ask. Lieutenant Colonel Dickhead is too
wrapped up in his career, we can blackmail them with the threat of lots of
dirt?he'll back off from a fight." Cesar was pacing back and forth in the
kitchen, as he talked with Brett and CJ, who sat on stools and the
breakfast bar. "Not a move I'm proud to consider, but the desperate times
and measures clich‚ applies. That woman is plain selfish, she'll follow
along, and do whatever he wants on this. She didn't even put up a fight to
keep her son with her. Sorry buddy I shouldn't be calling your mother names
but she's not one of my favorite people."

"That's ok Dad, right now she's not one of mine either."

They discussed and agreed on what they wanted to happen; then decided to
wait until after dinner to make a call to South Florida, one day ahead of
the requested time. The strategy was to strike early, and strike hard. The
goal was to achieve their objectives, with no casualties along the way,
except for the homophobic asshole. That was the way Brett described their
plans, making Cesar and CJ roll their eyes at the Marine's choice of
analogies.  For dinner, Brett grilled the lamb shish kebabs Cesar had
bought the day before, when planning a welcome dinner for their kid. A
salad of arugula, avocado and pears, and fresh steamed asparagus rounded
out the meal.

"Ugh! Now my pee's going to smell tomorrow."

"That's disgusting, CJ. True, but disgusting anyway," said Papa Brett.

"In punishment, you're on clean-up detail while Papa and I go upstairs to
our room to make the call. Once you start the dishwasher go up and take a
shower. You've been running around all day and probably feel cruddy. We'll
come stop by your bedroom when we get done," added Cesar.



"Peterson," said the voice at the other end of the connection.

"Hello, Rich. This is Cesar, Brett and I have you on speaker."

"Honey," the military man shouted. "Pick up the phone, it's the DC fags."

"Asshole!" muttered Cesar and Brett, loud enough to be heard over the
phone, and then started laughing.

"Glad to hear everyone is in such a good mood," said a female voice in an
icy tone.

"Hello, Lourdes, so nice to hear your voice." The sarcasm in Brett's
comment was obvious. It earned him a stern look from Cesar, accompanied by
gestures suggesting he take deep breaths.

"Now that we're all here, I'll let Cesar share some information, with the
two of you." The Marine sat back in his chair, with a predatory smile on
his face. He was obviously itching for a fight.

"Okay, here's where we stand. On Monday, CJ and I will be flying back to
Miami to meet with Cooper, my college fraternity brother, who's a lawyer at
Holland & Knight. You should remember him from our days at the University
of Florida, Lourdes. I've already called him, and he's putting us in touch
with a lawyer at his firm's DC office, who specializes in child custody
cases. With their help, a lawsuit will be filed in Miami-Dade County,
requesting your parental rights be revoked. We will claim abandonment,
mental anguish, and fear of physical abuse as the causes.

"Our friend John Paul, who's the press attach‚ at the Australian
Embassy, is helping us arrange a press conference once the lawsuit is
filed. We will explain to the press how, an up-and-coming Air Force LC,
threw a fifteen-year-old model student out of his home when he discovered
the boy was gay. How the officer covered up an incident where a soldier
under his command sexually abused the minor. And how the child's mother
stood by silently, allowed verbal abuse to be heaped on her son, and
consented to the boy's banishment from his home."

"I get the picture, gay boy. What do you want?" The anger in Rich's voice
was palpable, Brett and Cesar smiled, knowing they had hit a raw nerve.

"Funny you should ask, Dickhead. If you agree to our conditions, instead of
us flying down, Cooper will have some documents delivered to you on Monday
morning. You'll both sign what he sends you if you wish to avoid the
publicity. You'll give up all parental rights to CJ, and in exchange, we'll
sign a confidentiality agreement promising to keep quiet concerning what
has transpired. I'll terminate child support payments, including any
amounts used towards his school tuition. Since you're giving up all rights
as parents, we won't request you pay child support."

"You'll gather all of CJ's vital documents: his birth certificate, social
security card, passport, and medical records, and FedEx them to us by
Monday afternoon. By the end of the coming week, you'll pack up all of his
belongings, and I mean all of them, and have them shipped here."  They
heard Lourdes say 'Whatever, let's just get it over with'. Rich remained
silent, but the couple in DC could well imagine his rage. Cesar assured the
mother they would not interfere in her maintaining a relationship with
CJ. Her reply was very telling of her feelings, 'We'll see'. The call ended
with the Petersons agreeing to all of the conditions.

The two adults headed downstairs and jumped on CJ screaming, "Dog Pile!"
All three rolled around the bed, tickling each other and whooping it up in
celebration.

"All set, kiddo, the four of us agreed you're up here for good. You're
stuck with Papa, and your old man."



CJ had put on a clean red t-shirt with the lightning bolt logo of The Flash
on it. The three were headed out for ice cream.

"That's the different t-shirt I've seen you wear today," said Cesar as they
walked out onto Prospect Street. "Just how many of those suckers do you
have?"

"I don't know, dad. One of the duffle has is full of them. It's what I wear
most of the time."  Going out for ice dream was a good time for them. CJ
was happy about the outcome of the conversation, and the prospects for the
coming year, although he would miss the daily contact with his kid
brother. His fathers constantly repeated how thrilled they were with having
him around on a permanent basis. They made it clear their lives would
change significantly over the next few months, but those changes would be
dealt with at the proper time. They would even be welcome. He'd learned a
lesson about being bullied; there was no need to cower in fear, options
were often available. And he had this great place to live in! Yeah, he was
sure his dads would give him a great home, in their mansion on the hill.



Later that night, alone in their room, Cesar and Brett laid in bed talking
about the turmoil of the last day.

"Babe, are you really fine with the boy coming to live with us? Having a
teenager around, is going to turn our lives upside down short term. Long
term we'll always have to take him into consideration, whenever we make
plans or decisions."

"I can't believe you would ask me such a question, Emperor. Haven't you
realized over the past couple of years how much I enjoy being around your
kid? Hell, once he gets settled in I'd love to officially adopt him. We
know that the Supreme Court could overturn DOMA this year; if that happens
we'll have to dust off those wedding plans we talked about before. A
wedding, and adopting CJ, would make me a very happy Devil Pup."

"I know your feelings for the boy are real, babe. I just want to make sure
we both enter this new phase of our lives fully aware of what's ahead. He
may or may not have to deal with coming out at school, but he'll be faced
with the two dads conversation soon enough after classes start."

"I'm glad we're both off tomorrow. We haven't played hooky in a while, and
it'll be good for Junior to have both of us around for the next three
days. We should pull Dragon aside at some point Saturday, and see what he
advises, as far as helping the kid get over the rejection and the changes
in his life. Your son's smart, but he's still only fifteen years old. Has
your anal retentive mind scheduled out our activities for tomorrow? I'm
sure you have every minute of the day planned in detail."

"Listen, Jarhead, don't start complaining about what is one of my most
endearing qualities. If we left planning and organization to you it would
be just as detailed, plus we would end up with a platoon shadowing us all
day, just so you could have your minions around!"

"Hmmmm, that sounds like a great idea! I've got some thoughts about what we
should do, but let's wait until breakfast, so we can get the boy's input;
after all, the day will be all about him.  Good night, babe. Love ya and
your tight hairy ass!"

"Love you too, stud. And so does my tight hairy ass."

Copyright 2015 CJ Abello
Edited by: Mann Ramblings

Would love to hear what you think: cjabello1997@gmail.com

Please support Nifty. Your financial contributions make it possible for all
of us to enjoy the stories posted here.