Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2015 18:56:00 -0400
From: CJ Abello <cjabello1997@gmail.com>
Subject: CJ: Summer: Chapter 8

CJ: Summer: Chapter 8
Fade Away

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.

Monday, 20 May 2013

The spa-like enclosure in the master bathroom was Brett's favorite spot in
their town house; the multiple showerheads and body nozzles provided a
relaxing and sensual environment. Early Monday morning both men stepped
into the shower, pissed while the marine adjusted the water temperature,
and then closed their eyes as he hit the proper control and water jets
barraged their bodies from multiple directions.

Cesar pressed the lever on the shampoo wall dispenser, taking a small
amount of the fluid he rubbed his hands with together and then began
washing his partner's short hair and massaging his scalp. Brett moaned in
pleasure, placed the palms of his hands against the rough stone of the
wall, and gave himself over to the taller man's ministrations.

Although a bit shorter, and outweighed by at least fifteen pounds, he could
definitely hold his own in a physical contest. His military training meant
he could subdue Cesar if he so wanted. He didn't want anything of the
sort. This was one of those circumstances when he was willing to submit to
anything his other half wanted.

Cesar next used the body wash canister, once he'd worked up a lather in his
hands, he stepped closer to Brett's back and began running his hands over
the man's chest and abdomen, playing with the trimmed body hair he so
loved. The second round of body washing began just below the marine's
abdomen, quickly moving to his groin, until Cesar's right hand was stroking
a rapidly growing erection and his left one was holding the boys down
below.

"Hmmm," moaned Brett.

"What was that, babe?"

"I said: you have twenty-four hours to stop what you're doing or I'll have
to take matters into my own hands."

"Really, Jarhead? That's the best you can do? Here I have you by the
balls--literally. I'm stroking your hard cock, while mine is poking at the
entrance to your ass, and the best you can do is repeated some old, tired
cliche?"

Brett reached behind himself, grabbed Cesar's ass cheeks, and pulled him
hard against his own body. He turned his head, his lips kissing along his
man's jawline until they reached his mouth.  He latched on to it. His
tongue seeking entrance which was swiftly granted. They moaned in
unison. Both loved to kiss and took every available opportunity to practice
their technique.

"Are you in the mood to play, babe?" asked Cesar pulling his head back
slightly. You want me to make you moan some more?" There was playfulness in
the voice asking the questions, but there was also a sense of unbridled
lust.

"Just shut up and fuck me, stud. I'm so damn horny--if you keep this up,
you're gonna make me shoot before you even get inside me!"

Cesar did as he was ordered. A short time later, the marine blasted the
shower wall without even touching himself. His partner went off seconds
later inside him. They stayed in place for a minute or two, catching their
breath. Then Brett turned around and they finished washing each other while
smiling.

x x x

Brett was long gone by the time CJ walked downstairs in his boxers, in
search of juice and coffee.

"Good morning, sleepy head. How did my favorite son sleep?"

"Yeah right, I'm it as far as sons. Unless I have a brother somewhere I
don't know about?"

"Nope, I'm not aware of any others. You're it, but you do have a
half-brother back in Miami."

"Yeah, and I miss the little guy. Ritchie's such a cool kid. We were buds
even if his dad always made it a point of letting us know I was not his son
for real. He wasn't like real mean or anything. He just didn't care that
much about what I did."

"I guess once Lourdes gave birth to an heir, his interest in you waned. No
matter, we have you now, we want you with us, and we plan to make up for
all the years you were not in my life. I thought we could chat over
breakfast before we go workout. We've got errands to run this afternoon but
we'll be back home early to fix dinner. What do you like to eat weekday
mornings?"

"Breakfast on school days is OJ, coffee, a banana, maybe some cereal, and a
protein shake. And even though school's out, I'd like to keep on doing the
same. Unless you guys cook something.  Until classes start again, I'll have
another smoothie, or a protein bar after the gym. Last year I ate one of
those bars between classes. With all the growing I've been doing, I'd be
real skinny if I didn't pack away a lot of calories every day."

"That all makes sense to me. The blender's at the end of the counter,
behind the roll-up door.  Slide it out and you can plug it into the outlet
inside. There's protein powder in the cabinet next to it, it's what Papa
buys at the PX. Later today, make a list of what you'd like to keep in the
house, Brett can get it for you. If they don't carry the brand you like, do
a little shopping tomorrow afternoon. You can use your ATM card."

"Cool! Just so you know, about the ATM card, I can't see myself spending
much. Maybe presents at some point or a t-shirt once in a while."

"Yeah, a t-shirt now and then, my ass. Your tune will change once you start
school, and then again when you start driving. We gave it to you to use
whenever you want to. Papa Brett and I had a little conversation regarding
you last night."

"Was it before the wild gorilla sex or after?"

"WHAT?"

"Kidding, Dad, kidding," said the teen smiling.

"As I was saying, we talked about you, made a few tentative decisions, but
we want your input and approval. If anything's not to your liking, we can
discuss possible alternatives. When you visited in the past, one or both of
us took vacation time so you were never alone for more than a few hours at
a time--this summer it's gonna be much different.

"We thought about signing you up for some sort of sports camp, and we'll do
it if you want us to. However, we think you're mature enough we don't have
to be concerned about your whereabouts while we're at work. We know you're
not the type to just sit on your ass all day long, so here's what we
thought: going to the gym, and visiting museums and monuments down by the
National Mall, can occupy a lot of your hours. All the guys would like to
take you to work with them for at least a day or two, and Dragon would love
to have you tag along with him for as long as you want."


"OK, all of it sounds good. I'd rather not go to any sort of camp this
year, I'd like to get to know the city a bit better instead. I plan on
hitting the gym every morning, so it's late mornings and afternoons I have
to plan for. I can skip the lifting on any day I'm with one of you at an
early hour."

"Tommy and John Paul thought maybe you'd be interested in learning how to
sail, so you can handle the cat whenever we go out? If interested they'll
arrange for it with the sailing club they belong to."

"Definitely! That would be sick!"

"Oh boy, Chip was right, I'm gonna have to learn teen-speak aren't I?

"Ha, ha, ha! Sometimes you're such a dork, Dad."

"Whatever... Those two are having a dinner party on Friday night, at their
place in Alexandria.  They asked us to bring you along, but we told them it
was up to you."

"Everyone there gonna be old?"

"Define old?" asked the father knowing the answer in advance.

"You know, like you, Papa and the other guys."

"Yep it's going to be us old folks. We'll sit around talking about all our
aches and pains and what medicines we take!"

"You have to work on your jokes, Dad, they suck! And no thanks, I'll pass
on the party. The NBA Eastern Conference Finals start on Wednesday, the
second game's on Friday. I'd rather order pizza in and watch the game."

"Hmmm, sounds like having you here means Papa and I must become HEAT
fans. Do we need to forget the Wizards? Can we still go to a few games a
year?"

"Hell yeah, hell no and hell yeah! The Miami HEAT will become the official
team in the house.  The Wizards can be the second favorite. You can still
hit their games, as long as I get to tag along!"

"Oh, that reminds me--if you have any interest in Major League Baseball
check out the Nationals schedule. Any daytime games this summer would also
give you something else to do while Brett and I are working. We try to
catch a few of them during the season, mostly at night or on weekends. If
you find any you're interested in, let me know. I'll check to see if any of
the company's tickets are available for the games you want to see. Let's
get changed and head over to the University."

"'Kay."

x x x

Stomping downstairs, CJ showed up wearing Nikes, shorts, and a faded green
t-shirt with a large orange and green stylized U printed on the chest. The
logo for the University of Miami.

"You little punk! How dare you wear such shirt in the home of a University
of Florida Gator?"

"Everyone knows gators are good for eating, shoes, belts, and not much
else! The U is one of the schools I'll apply to when the time comes, so
start getting used to the idea, Dad."

"Over my dead body!"

Cesar threw a half-hearted head slap his son's way; the teen avoided it,
and ran out the front door laughing.

Yates Field House, located on the main campus of Georgetown University, is
just a couple of blocks away from the townhouse. Cesar gave his son a short
education on the school as they walked. Established in 1789, Georgetown was
the nation's oldest Catholic and Jesuit university.  The main campus sat
atop a hill in the neighborhood and the distinctive silhouette of its
buildings, both old and new, dominated the view. Including the law and
medical school, around 3,500 students enrolled each year. It had a great
reputation and boasted many famous alumni including President Bill Clinton.

The field house was the primary recreation spot for GU; a top class
facility, it served students, faculty, staff, and those of the local
community who purchased a membership. It had an indoor track, swimming
pool, basketball courts, cardio fitness area and a large free weight and
weight machines area.

"Okay kiddo, you do your usual routine, I'll follow along. Let's see if you
can teach your old man something new."

Cesar was curious as to what type of program had helped a fifteen-year-old
boy develop his body so much over the past few months. His size and poise
did make him appear much older than he was. Two hours after they began, he
had his answer. The father was soaked in sweat and was certain pain would
soon follow. He was impressed with CJ's stamina and earnestness.  Being a
Monday, the boy was working chest muscles, he explained it was part of a
2-1-2 schedule. It meant two days of lifting, one day of rest, followed by
another two days of lifting.  On off days he did cardio and abs. It allowed
muscle groups to rest until they were coaxed into action again.

The one time his son seemed to lose his focus, was when a handsome ginger
guy walked by and smiled at him. Cesar grinned while realizing all the free
time, combined with the kid's looks and raging hormones, could mean
trouble. He and Brett were gonna have to work hard to keep the lines of
communications with the boy open, it was the one certain way to know what
went on in CJ's day to day life. He was well aware teenagers were not known
for their interest in talking about the details of their lives.

x x x

Glad to be home, after the toughest workout he had ever experienced, Cesar
headed upstairs to shower and change. CJ followed with the same intentions.

"Hey, bud, would you mind wearing dress shoes instead of sneakers? I want
to do some more shopping. You'll need real shoes when the tailor measures
you for the pants."

"A tailor, Dad?"

"Yeah, go shower and I'll explain afterwards, When you get done, come down
and make us both one of those protein smoothie things of yours." The damn
drinks were good! The kid had Brett hooked on them already, and Cesar was
starting to become addicted also.

"'Kay, see ya in the kitchen."

The older man could have stayed under the spray of all the nozzles for
another hour. The pulsating hot water felt great on his tired muscles. He
had to force himself to shut the shower off, towel dry himself, and get
dressed.

Down in the kitchen CJ was already busy. He was wearing jeans,
penny-loafers, and a polo shirt.  Must have been his compromise to match
the nicer shoes. He tossed the chosen ingredients in the blender?whey
protein, fresh bananas, frozen strawberries, rice milk, and non-fat plain
yogurt. He added crushed ice once it was all well blended; the resulting
drink was as refreshing, tasty and satisfying as usual.

"So, Dad, what's up with the tailor thing?"

"You recall when I mentioned you'd need a tux for black tie events? It was
right after we signed you up for the Smithsonian?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"CJ, I want to walk down to Brooks Brothers and check their tux
selection. More importantly, we need to set you up with some dressy
clothes. My firm has events all the time, which require you to wear at a
minimum a sport coat and slacks. I hope you'll agree to attend some. JP
often invites us to diplomatic receptions, you'll be included in most of
his invitations from now on.  Some can be interesting, you may want to go
every now and then, and proper attire is most often a suit. There's one
coming up at the French Embassy in July to celebrate Bastille Day?the food
will be outrageous and the champagne will flow. The French are very liberal
about young people drinking." The smile on CJ's face told the father the
kid would be at the French Embassy on July 14.

"It sounds like fun. What did you have in mind as far as our shopping
today, Dad?"

"Do you have any dressy clothes?"

"A blue suit, which doesn't fit me real well, and a sport coat that's
pretty old. I have a few long sleeve shirts, and a bunch of ties since we
had to wear them at school."

"Here's my thinking--a well-dressed man requires certain basic items in his
wardrobe so the shopping may be a bit extensive. I would get a pair of wool
suits, one dark charcoal and one a light weight tan, a classic blue blazer,
a pair of gray flannel slacks, two pairs of khakis--one with cuffs and one
without, half a dozen button down shirts in assorted colors, brown and
black dress shoes, half a dozen pairs of dress socks and a handful of rep
ties."

"Whoa, what the fuck? Do I really need all that stuff? Seems like a lot."

"Yes, you'll need all that stuff. I'll betcha, we'll even go back for more
real soon. Washington is a dressier city than Miami. Plus it gets cold
here, shorts and t-shirts won't cut it in January.  Anyway, it's a lot
'cause we're buying it all at the same time. In the future, it'll be just a
piece here, and a piece there."

They spent over two hours in the store; the salesman took excellent care of
them and the tailor promised the items needing alteration would be ready
the following Monday. CJ asked to skip the tux for the time being.

"Enough shopping, Dad. I'm hungry, let's get some food."

They stopped at City Tavern Club for lunch, then at Dean & DeLuca, for
fresh produce for dinner. The meal that evening was pasta with fresh
garlic, chopped tomatoes, and baby spinach, Florida avocados with sliced
onions, grilled zucchini, Italian bread rubbed with olive oil and garlic,
and lemon sorbet for dessert?typical 'Meatless Monday' fare. All three had
a glass of Chianti with dinner, and after cleaning up, sat in the family
room to talk and watch a little TV.  Cesar decided to return to work a day
earlier than originally planned. CJ was settling in well, and the sooner
the boy established his own routines, the better it would be for him.

x x x

"Wait until you follow along with CJ on a full workout, that boy of ours
almost killed me today.  Now I know why he looks the way he does," said
Cesar as he and Brett laid in bed.

"Intense?"

"That's putting it mildly. It reminded me of some of those stories you've
told me regarding basic training, and what drill sergeants put you guys
through. He gets into that zone people talk about, and then goes at it full
out. I'm sore in places I never knew could be sore."

"Hmmm, does that mean you ain't putting out tonight?"

"Fuck you, Jarhead! Damn right I'm not putting out tonight. Maybe you
should give me a massage?"

"I can do that, babe. Let me get the oil."

"Put the bottle under hot water to take the chill off."

"'Kay."

When Brett returned from the bathroom, with the warmed massage oil, Cesar
was already asleep. The marine slipped under the bed-sheet, and cuddled his
man--the man he loved so much. With a smile on his face, he allowed himself
to fade away.


Copyright 2015 CJ Abello
Edited by: Mann Ramblings

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