Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2015 06:31:07 -0400
From: CJ Abello <cjabello1997@gmail.com>
Subject: CJ: Summer: Chapter 6

CJ: Summer: Chapter 6
Glory Days

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, 19 May 2013

Since Dragon and King had bailed out on their Saturday night dinner plan,
they invited CJ and his fathers to join them on Sunday morning for second
breakfast. Tolkien's stories were a favorite of the teen, he immediately
recognized the reference to the Hobbit meal enjoyed before noon. The couple
called second breakfast for nine thirty in the morning, instead of the
traditional time of eleven o'clock. They were all expected at the marina by
noon.  Both men looked forward to the opportunity of spending time with CJ
away from the rest of their friends, and show him the apartment they'd
rented, on the third floor of a converted brownstone on Q Street. Their
place was in the Dupont Circle neighborhood, which for many years served as
the focal point of Washington's gay community.  There was a second reason
for their desire to see the teen before they all gathered aboard the PP:
they wanted explain certain aspects of their relationship. The previous
summer, their group of friends had been careful ato avoid most references
to their sexual habits, while CJ was in town. With the boy living in DC
permanently, that would be more difficult. Hearing from his dads that the
kid was savvy about life in general, they did not expect him to react in a
negative way to anything they said.

x x x

Cesar, Brett and CJ were in the kitchen drinking a final cup of coffee
before heading out, when the marine took the initiative and jumped into a
somewhat serious conversation. This was something the two adults had
discussed the previous night, and agreed would be smart to do.  "Bud, your
dad and I believe in treating each other in a respectful manner, and we
plan on doing the same with you. Three gay dudes living together could get
prickly.  By having open lines of communications we can hopefully avoid
misunderstandings. Your world has been turned upside down by the actions of
an ignorant homophobe-"

"Asshole!" interrupted Cesar.

"Stop stating the obvious, Emperor. We'll try to help through this
experience and through all future changes in your life. Anytime you have
any questions concerning anything at all, just ask.  That includes sex. We
have many straight acquaintances, but our close circle of friends which
you've met, is all gay men. Not all their relationships are the same as
ours. There's variety amongst us, and even more so in the gay population at
large. You may be surprised about some practices, or you may wonder how
certain things are possible; just ask us dude, we'll always be honest with
you."

"Really, Papa? Have you ever heard of the internet? I know I'm young, but I
ain't stupid; I know my way around the web and have read and seen enough to
realize all relationships are not like yours. I doubt very much anything
would shock me. I have zero interest in many of those things I've read
about, but I'm definitely aware of them." The kid had a smart-ass smirk on
his face as he spoke, which made his fathers laugh.

"He's got you there, Jarhead."

"Fine, smarty-pants, I'll stop sugar-coating things; but open communication
is the important thought I wanted to get through to you."

"He's right about that, CJ.  Feel free to talk with us anytime about
anything. Now, let's shower, get dressed, and go eat real food. We're
taking the Harleys so boots, jeans, t-shirts and leather jackets; I'll give
you one of mine to wear. Throw flip-flops and a bathing suit into your
backpack.  Papa Brett and I will add some for ourselves when we come
down. Let's meet in the garage in half an hour."

x x x

Waking up early, with plenty of time before their guests arrived, Dragon
and King lounged in bed cuddling and kissing. The smaller one of the two,
King felt a tingling in his ass he knew was the result of the pounding he'd
received the previous night. Every time Dragon had jabbed him his
above-average-sized cock, they had both moaned with pleasure. A total
bottom, the ex- boxer loved to have his hole used by big dicked tops like
his partner.

Devon Marvin Jefferson, known to his friends as Dragon, was a physically
imposing man. He retained the solid muscular body which had helped him
excel as a collegiate football player. A total top, the diametric
opposition in sexual position preference, with the man sharing his bed, was
the first sign of their compatibility. An initial bar hookup led to a
dinner date, followed by a second night of unbridled sex. After six months
of seeing each other almost every day, they decided to move in together. It
was the first time either one had lived with a lover.

The taller man rolled over on his back, his erection standing up at
attention, his eyes fixed upon his partner and a smile on his face. "Come
on, baby. Crawl up over here, sit down on it, and take another ride on your
favorite toy." He was holding up his hard flesh as he spoke.

"Damn! My hole is still sore from last night, Big Daddy. Give me a minute."

"This has to be quick, Rash. My balls need to dump a load inside you,
before we get ready for our guests, get moving."

And that's what the muscular, compact guy did. Bouncing on what felt as
large as a baseball bat, his own hard dick slapped the stomach of his
lover, leaving behind a trail of goo on the rock solid abs.

"Oh crap. Not lasting long either, Big Daddy. Real close to shooting my
load."

"Go for it, babe. Fuck yourself silly, I'll be right with you."

"Arrgh!" screamed King. He slammed his ass down on his partner's prick, and
started spraying his load. The bigger stud grabbed the slim hips above him,
holding the exploding ex-boxer in place, as he also reached his climax.

"Damn! Even a ten minute fuck is hot with you, babe! Come on, cowboy,
enough riding for now. Let's hit the shower."

x x x

Devon and his partner, Rashid, had a pretty nice spread waiting when their
friends arrived at their place. The quick round of sex that morning had
left the two smiling and their eyes shining; it did not go unnoticed by
their fellow Elite Eight members. After hanging their leather jackets, on
the antique Tiger Oak hall seat-hat-rack next to the front door, the men
exchanged greetings and hugs.

"Damn! You're not the little kid we saw last summer, bro. Rash, if this
stud here likes chocolate, you could be single real soon. Lift up the
shirt, let's see the abs," said the tall black man.  CJ did as asked, but
it was plain to see he did it in a way he could partially hide his face
with the bottom of the shirt. The boy had to be aware of his body, but was
evidently embarrassed by such blatant displays of attention. Dragon thought
he might as well get used to, if he was going to hang out with their crowd
of friends. The ribbing amongst the men could be intense, and fairly
raunchy at times.

"Fuck! The dude has the beginnings of a six-pack. If he eats right, and
continues lifting, it'll get real sharp soon. Stick with it, CJ. You do it
long enough, an eight pack's even a possibility."

"That's my son you're talking to, you bastard!" said Cesar laughing, as he
thumped the big guy's arm.

Neither one of the hosts had shirts on, their athletic physiques were
evidence to their own dedication to exercise and proper diet. Devon's
smooth upper body had a large Dragon tattoo, decorating the rich mocha skin
on the upper left side of his chest. The inked design led to his nickname,
given to him by his teammates, during his last year in school. Born and
raised in the District, he attended the Howard University School of Social
Work on a football scholarship. The man was an example of how athletics can
be used to obtain a college education, if one keeps in mind the student
comes before the athlete.

"Grab a plate and help yourselves guys," said the African-American man. "We
figured we would just sit around the coffee table in the living room and be
casual. And, studly, you come sit next to me. I wanna get to know you a
little better," he uttered while licking his lips.

"Asshole!" exclaimed Papa Brett after that comment.

"Okay, buddy, I'm just playing with you. Rash and I wanted to talk to you
about the way our relationship works, in case you hear anything from anyone
else. Instead of wondering what others may be talking about, you'll already
have the facts. Your father and Brett met, what, five years ago?" Cesar
nodded in assent and their friend went back to his explanation. "From that
point on, we know neither one has had sex with another person. Yes, they
look and yes, they flirt, but their relationship is one hundred percent
monogamous and that suits them well."

"Other gay couples have different degrees of commitment between them when
it comes to sexual activities," explained King, an attorney at Holland &
Knight, the same international law firm that Cesar and Brett used for their
personal matters. "Some are like your dads; others allow for different
degrees of sexual activity outside the relationship.

"We've been together a short time and we feel this may be a lifelong
commitment we're making, but we enjoy experimenting a bit, and want to have
some fun while we're still young.  That means we often include others in
our sexual activities. However, we're both involved at all times, no
playing individually is allowed. At some point that will probably change
one way or another, but for now, our system works for us."

"You wanna know something, guys? I'll repeat what I told Papa this morning;
I know I'm young, but I ain't stupid. You guys ever hear of the internet? I
doubt very much anything you're into would shock me, unless it involves
animals or dead people."

"Too right, mate, those are way the fuck out of my interest zone also,"
said King as he reached for the pitcher of orange juice and began refilling
glasses. "We also wanted to explain something else to you, the two of us
are what certain people refer to as Truvada Whores. That's an HIV
medication approved to help prevent infection with the virus; a
pre-exposure prophylaxis or 'PrEP'.

"We do practice safer sex when other men are involved, but ditch the
condoms when it's only us, or when someone we know and trust is
involved. There's never a one hundred percent fail safe method, but we
believe we're responsible in our own way. Some will question our choices or
criticize us. If you ever hear any comments about how we behave, anything
you don't understand, or anything you have questions about, please ask
us. We'll always be honest in our replies."

Brett jumped in at this point, telling the teen their circle of friends
were aware of how important he was to them, they all wanted to have CJ as a
full participant in their activities and conversations, and they all
expected the boy to not just call them uncles, but to treat them as such.

"Cool beans. Uncle Dragon and Uncle King it is then," replied CJ causing
the darker skinned guys to smile and extend their fists to bump. "And don't
worry, I know each couple has different approaches, and prefer not to judge
others if those choices are different from the ones I would make."

"Fuck! The kid is a hottie and smart. This has to be love I feel! So,
whitey, how do you feel about chocolate?"

"Dragon, you're such an ass. Stop trying to scare CJ, or I'll have to beat
you up!" exclaimed King while going into his old boxing stance and facing
his lover.

x x x

The Gangplank Marina was a three hundred ten slip marine community, tucked
away on the protected Washington Channel, in the shadow of the Washington
Monument. This was where Potus and Pope currently kept the PP docked.

The vessel's name, derived from the first letter of the owners' nicknames,
always caused smiles and giggles, but the 2001 Lagoon 42 Catamaran was not
a joke. It was magnificent inside and out, a pleasure boat designed for
luxury, unlike the racing ones seen in competitions such as the America's
Cup.

"Permission to come aboard?" shouted Cesar from the dock.

"Come along, landlubbers. Welcome to our home on the water, CJ!" replied
Thomas John Fitzgerald Kennedy, a detective with the District of Columbia
Police Department. A Boston Irishman to the core, from a long line of
police officers, Detective Kennedy had left his hometown when his family
had significant issues with his sexuality. To this day he recalled the
comments from his father and his brothers: "How is it possible such an
obviously masculine man be a homosexual? How can you allow another man to
use you as a woman? You'll burn in hell if you don't repent and change your
ways."

The cop was not intimidated by his siblings, his parents or the priest
brought in to help return him to the Church. They all got a big FUCK YOU,
as he left town never to return. Accepting a position in the DC force he
rose swiftly through the ranks. His dedication and hard work were rewarded;
his sexual orientation was never an issue with his superior officers, or
his co- workers.

x x x

CJ was the first one to walk onto the aft deck and was immediately wrapped
in a bear hug by the inked, red haired, mountain of a man. The teen sensed
a stirring in his groin as he enjoyed the man's chest hair rubbing his
face, felt the muscles against his torso, and smelled the musky, clean
sweat of the half-naked cop.

"Wow, Uncle Tommy, this is awesome! Way cooler that the pictures I've
seen."

"Dammit, boy! What have you been doing over the past few months? You're
almost as tall as your dad and it feels as if you have no fat on you. I
think you're gonna enjoy being out on the water with us this summer. You
just listen to the boat's skipper, we might even turn you into a fine
sailin' lad, by the end of summer. "

"That's it. If all our friends are going to feel up our boy, we're just
gonna have to lock him up in his room, until he turns forty!" exclaimed
Cesar, laughing at the kid's blushing.

"Jealous much, babe?"

"Fucking A, Brett, damn right I'm jealous! I don't like the competition or
not being the hottest one in the crowd! I miss my glory days." The pouting
face accompanying the bitching made them all chuckle.

"Go inside and get changed, guys. The weather is too damn nice not to get
as close as possible to being naked. There's just going to be nine of us
since Chip had to meet with a client refusing to deal with anyone but him;
must be hell to be in such high demand. Our last passenger should be here
any minute and then we can head out."

CJ had not been out on the boat before and was impressed with what he
saw. The cat featured a large?fully enclosed?cockpit that bridged the
vessel's two hulls. Peeking into the open and bright salon, he saw a fully
equipped galley, lots of storage cabinets, and plenty of seating on
comfortable looking couches.

The detective's partner, JP, was mixing a pitcher of Bloody Marys while
chatting with a gloomy looking Doc. Anyone could clearly see the friendly
Southerner was unhappy. The pair were barefoot and wearing only board
shorts, ready for their day out on the Potomac.

"CJ! G'day, mate, bloody good to see ya again! Lifting weights a lot I see;
take all those clothes off and show us what you've got, stud."

"This is getting monotonous!" whined Cesar. Come on, Brett, we're leaving
this pack of old farts, and taking our son home. Are you all so damn horny
you have to drool over a high school guy?"

"Hi, Uncle Pope, Uncle Matt," greeted CJ, smiling and blowing off his dad's
rant.

"Bloody hell! Shut up, Emperor. Stop being such a wanker. Come on, kiddo,
give me a hug and then I'll give you the nickel tour of our baby."

Both hulls of the ship had access from the center section and were laid out
in a similar manner.  The port and starboard sides both had two cabins, one
forward and one aft, each with their own head. There were numerous
functional port holes in all cabins, and each had an overhead hatch.

"There are also a pair of single berth cabins, in the foremast sections of
the hulls for use by crew, or additional passengers if no separate crew is
present. Access hatches from the deck are used to reach these, so I'll show
them to you later. Your dads' regular cabin is the first one we looked
into. Go back there, change, and I'll see you topside. We're waiting for
one more passenger, we'll cast off as soon as he gets here." The Aussie had
given the tour before and he knew he sometimes he sounded like a used boat
salesman, but all the details might come in handy in case of an emergency.

x x x

Back in the main room, the other men were quietly discussing Doc's state of
unhappiness when CJ walked out wearing a light blue Speedo and a different
t-shirt from the one he had been wearing before. This time, it was a navy
colored one with the silhouette of a military man with a rifle, and
REMEMBER, HONOR, and SUPPORT next to it

"You little thief!" shouted Brett trying to sound gruff and upset. "I kept
wondering where I'd left that shirt. I should put you over my knee and
spank your butt."

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Papa!"

"How the hell are we going to survive them together on a permanent basis?
Can we return the kid?" asked Doc, smiling for the first time since the
group of bikers had arrived.

"Not on your life, redneck, my hubbie wants to make up for all the years he
missed with his son.  Plus I'm looking forward to being a full time father,
I'm liking it so far," countered the marine.

"Hello in there! Request permission to come aboard," was suddenly heard
from someone with a deep resonant voice out on the dock.


Copyright 2015 CJ Abello
Edited by: Mann Ramblings

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