Julio – The Growing Years

 by: Miguel Sanchez

© 2006-2008 by the author

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Ronnie had been undressing Marco while he was talking with Jay. Ronnie had removed his shirt and socks and now his pants were about to come off. Marco finished undressing himself while Jay and Ronnie did the same. Once the three were naked, they went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Chapter 11

Marco started the shower as Jay and Ronnie emptied their bladders into the toilet then moved so Marco could do the same. Marco flushed the toilet then turned to step into the shower but was met by Ronnie’s lips on his. Ronnie started searching Marco’s oral cavity and soon, Marco was doing the same to Ronnie.

While this was going on, Jay was busy working on Marco’s 6” uncut member. Macro’s loins were once again responding to Jay’s ministrations and he felt his balls start to tighten. Marco pulled away from Ronnie’s kiss then said, “Oh gawd Jay, you keep the up and I’m going to blow.”

“That’s exactly what I’m hoping for,” Jay replied as he continued to suck on Marco’s dick.

Ronnie started rubbing Marco’s cheeks then he quickly found the older teen’s hole. He wet his finger then wiggled it inside searching for Marco’s love nut. He quickly searched for and found it as Marco’s body started to shake. “Ungh,” Marco moaned as he released his load into Jay’s waiting mouth.

Marco fired volley after volley as Jay tried to catch it all. Ronnie kneeled down and took over taking the rest of Marco’s load. The teens stood holding onto their brother while he came back to earth. Through ragged gasps Marco said, “Damn Jay, what you do to me.”

Ronnie kissed him and said, “You love it.”

Jay helped Marco into the shower as Ronnie closed the door. They then gently washed Marco as he played with his younger brother’s dicks. Marco looked at Ronnie’s dick, “Ronnie, put it in me.”

“Are you sure?” Jay asked.

“Oh yeah,” Marco said. “I love you in me Jay but I want to feel Ronnie now.”

“Alright,” Jay said as he started lubing and stretching Marco as Ronnie lubed his dick.

Marco turned around and leaned over as Ronnie stepped up lining his dick at Marco’s back door. He slowly slid in until he felt his pubes rub against Marco’s ass. “Oh damn Ronnie” Marco said. “You feel just as good as Jay.”

Jay was dripping as he saw his lover’s dick moving in and out of Marco’s hole. He stuck two fingers in Ronnie ass and loosened him as he lubed his dick. He stood up and moved behind Ronnie then gently entered him. He let Ronnie get used to him then Ronnie started moving in Marco again. Jay eased forward so that Ronnie was loving Marco and getting it from Jay. Ronnie started moaning as the sensations caused by Jay were causing his balls to churn.

Marco was loving what Ronnie’s dick was doing to him and he knew that he was soon to be blasting yet another load. “Oh shit Ronnie,” Marco moaned. “I’m gonna cum again and I’m not even touching myself.”

Jay’s balls were churning too and he pushed forward firing his load deep into Ronnie’s bowels. When Ronnie felt Jay’s love juice, he couldn’t hold out as he pumped his lard into Marco. This explosion caused him to fire against the shower wall.

Marco leaned against the wall as Ronnie stayed buried in his ass. Jay moved against Ronnie and wrapped his arms around both boys. When they came back to earth, they had to hurry getting washed as the water was turning cold.

The boys left the shower and got dressed just as they heard the doorbell ring. I went over and opened the door and saw a man and two teen boys standing there. “You must be Miguel,” the man said. “I’m Casey Miller. This is my son Matt and his boyfriend Joey.”

“Pleased to meet you,” I said as I moved so they could come in. “My boys told me a little about what they did for them.”

Jay, Ronnie and Marco were coming down the stairs when Matt and Joey spotted them. They ran over as they reached the bottom step and gave each of them a hug. When Joey hugged Jay, he noticed something wasn’t right with the teen. Joey was glad to see him but something else was bothering him. Jay looked down and the boy and said, “What’s wrong Joey?”

The teen looked up and tried to smile but just couldn’t hold back and he buried his face in Jay’s stomach and started crying. Matt looked over and said, “His parent’s are putting up a stink and they aren’t letting him back. He doesn’t have many clothes with him and it’s starting to turn cold.”

“Shit,” Marco said.

Joey looked up at the big teen and pulled tighter into Jay. “It’s OK Joey,” Jay said. “He’s with us.”

Marco leaned down and said, “I’m sorry guy, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Marco.”

“H hi Marco,” Joey said.

Ronnie rubbed Joey’s back and said, “He’s kinda our big brother.”

Jay leaned down and whispered, “He’s gay too.”

When he heard that, Joey relaxed.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Here I was in the States and parents are throwing away their kids. I looked at Casey and said, “Have you spoken with them?”

“On several occasions,” Casey said. “They said he’s dead to them so they don’t have a son any more.”

“What about his clothing and other personal belongings?” I asked.

“They said since they bought them, they own them,” he replied.

I was really seething. “When was the last time you spoke with them?” I asked.

“A few days ago,” Casey said.

I led them into the dining room and we sat down with Matt and Joey sitting on Jay and Ronnie’s lap. Joey looked over to Marco and said, “Sorry Marco.”

Marco ruffled his hair and said, “Don’t worry about it. I know what you’re going through kiddo. My parents did that to me too. Pop here, got me a new Dad and he really loves me.”

I looked over to Casey and said, “What if they would sign over their rights, would you consider adopting him?”

Matt looked at his Dad and said, “Oh please, can you, will you?”

Casey didn’t need to think at all and said, “If they’ll do that, I’d be glad to.”

Joey hopped off Jay’s lap and ran over to Casey and said, “Thank you Mr. Miller. Thank you so much.” He looked at me and asked, “Why would they do that? They hate me.”

I looked at Joey and said, “You don’t worry about that. You just worry about being happy with your new family. Jay, Ronnie, Marco take Joey and Matt into the living room, please?”

When the young teens were out of the room, I looked at Casey and said, “I’ll get the papers that are needed from a lawyer I know. Here is his card. When I get them, I’m going to have a talk with Joey’s parents. I can pretty much guarantee they will sign them.”

“How’s that Miguel,” Casey asked.

I looked at him and said, “Let’s just say, I’m going to make them an offer they can’t refuse. Joey, will you come in here for a moment?”

“Yes Sir,” Joey said as he stood by me?”

I looked at him and said, “Son, what does your Dad do for a living?”

“He’s a college professor,” Joey replied. “Why, Mr. Sanchez?”

“Just curious,” I said. “You can go back in there with the others.”

We talked for a few more minutes then Casey said, “It’s getting late. I didn’t mean to trouble you with all this. The boys wanted to see your sons and I wanted to meet their Dad. You sure have two special children there.”

Angel and Steven had been in Angel’s room and they didn’t know I had company. I saw them coming down the stairs then said, “Actually, I have four. This is my son Steven and my foster daughter Angel. The other boy you met is Marco. I helped him in Brazil and he’s starting at UVA next week.”

“Wow,” Casey said. “You’re single and a doctor. How do you do it?”

“My Uncle helped me for a long time until he died a few years ago,” I said. “It’s a little easier now that they are older.”

“You have some fine children Miguel,” Casey said as Matt and Joey came over. “But now it’s getting late. Thanks for the help.”

They left and it was getting late. “OK guys, it’s been a long day. Let’s get some sleep.”

I locked up the house and the kids all headed to their room. I turned off the lights then went for a good nights sleep.

I slept in but woke when my nose smelled someone cooking. I did my bathroom duties then put on my sweatpants and went into see what was cooking. Ronnie and Marco were at the stove and Jay was at the toaster. Angel was setting the table, “Morning Daddy, I was just about to come in and wake you.”

“What’s this?” I asked.

“It’s called breakfast, Dad,” Jay said smiling.

“There’s always one, isn’t there?” I said. “I mean, why the spread?”

“We thought you’d like a nice breakfast Pop,” Marco said. “It was my idea.”

I fixed my coffee and sat down at the table. “Where’s Steven or is he begging out of the work?”

“He’s in the shower,” Angel said. “He was just in the way.”

“In the way huh,” Steven said coming into the kitchen heading to where Marco was looking to snitch something.

“Yeah, in the way,” Marco said slapping his hand.

“Ouch,” Steven said. “He slapped me baby.”

“Well stay out of the food until it’s on the table,” she said not giving him any sympathy.

The kids brought the food over and we had a wonderful meal. They really out did themselves and when we were done, all that was left were a bunch of empty plates. After I helped them clear the table, I went into my office and called my lawyer.

I explained what was going on and he was totally shocked. He said he would get the forms together and clearly mark where the parents would need to sign. He told me there would be a clause in there that once the papers were signed, there was no going back so they needed to be sure that this was what they wanted to do. Once he got them together, he would put them in the mail to me.

I was coming out my office when Jay yelled, “See ya later Dad.”

I’m not deaf son,” I said laughing because he didn’t know I was in the living room.

“Oh,” he said smiling. “We’re going to show Marco around for a little while and we’ll be home after lunch.”

“Sounds good son,” I said. “Have fun and be careful.”

I sat down in my recliner and read the paper while having a cup of coffee. I read where a couple in Washington State were just arrested with tying to sell their 9 year old son to an undercover policeman and woman posing as a married couple. The article went on to say that when the woman was interviewed she said she caught her brother molesting the child. Her brother convinced her that the child started it and he was evil and needed to go. Her attorney is claiming she is mentally unbalanced.

I closed the paper and thought, ‘What is the hell is this world coming to?’

I closed the paper and turned on the television and found a movie to watch until the kids get home. I heard the five of them come in and Angel asked Marco about what college life was like. “It’s pretty good but getting around campus is tough at times.”

 

“Why is that?” She asked trying to understand.

“I went around campus and one building is here and another on the other side and another at the far side” Marco started. “They have buses but you really don’t want to have to depend on them, especially if you have an exam.”

“Yeah,” Jay said. “Don’t want to be late for an exam.”

Ronnie looked up and said, “Well, I have an idea. I’d have to run it by Dad first.”

The group walked into the living room and I said, “What do you want to run by me son?”

“A way to help Marco,” he said looking at the older teen.

“Alright son,” I said. “Let’s hear it.”

“Well Dad,” Ronnie started. “Ah, I don’t use it that much and well, it’s nice and I love it but it’s a little flashy for me.”

I was trying to figure out what he was talking about until he said flashy. “Do you mean your Trans Am?”

He looked down and said, “Uh yeah Dad. I know I said I wanted one but it’s just not me.”

I smiled when I heard him say that. Ronnie was never a flashy boy; he was always quiet and conservative. “I know son,” I said. “I’m sorta wonder why I agreed to get it for you. Are you saying you want to give your car to Marco?”

Marco’s eyes got huge when he heard Ronnie say that. “Aw bro, I’m not gonna take your car.”

“It’s OK bro,” Ronnie said. “Besides, you’d look better in it than I do.”

I looked at Ronnie, “Son, that is a very unselfish thing to do for Marco. If you’re sure about it, I’ll get you another car, one that suits you better.”

Marco looked at him and said, “I think you’d look good in a Malibu.”

“Nice car,” Angel said. “I can see you in that. I might want one myself.”

“Alright Ronnie,” I said. “I’ll transfer title over to Marco and me. Marco, you’ll have to get a Virginia Driver’s License as soon as you can.”

Ronnie said, “I have the driver’s manual you can study so you know the rules and stuff.”

“Great,” Marco said. “I’ll start studying it tonight.”

Two days later I took Marco to the DMV. He said he was ready to take the test so I also decided to re-title the Trans Am in his and my name so it would be easy on his insurance. More to the point, it would be easy on my insurance.

I sat outside the test area then saw him take his test up to be graded. I watched his expressions change several times and I couldn’t tell if he passed or failed. All of a sudden he jumped up and waved the test at me letting me know he passed. He got an 84 but he passed. I knew he wouldn’t have a problem with the driving part and sure enough, he passed. While he was out I had the title changed on the car, and then let him drive it home.

Marco had to leave early to drive back to Charlottesville so he could get the car registered on campus. The next day, the papers from my lawyer arrived. I talked with Joey to find out what time both parents would be there together then made plans to confront them.

Joey told me that they were home by 6 so I decided to arrive about thirty minutes later. I left the house at 6:15 for my confrontation with Mr. and Mrs. Dillon. At 6:30 I pulled in front of Joey’s parent’s house and went up to the front door. After knocking, a woman answered and I said, “Good evening Mrs. Dillon, I’m Miguel Sanchez. May I speak with your husband please?”

“Yes Mr. Sanchez,” she said. “Please come in and I’ll get him.”

I stepped inside and she went and got her husband. When they returned, we shook hands as he said, “Yes Mr. Sanchez, what can I do for you?”

I looked at them and said, “I’m here to talk with you about your son Joey.”

“We no longer have a son,” he said. “He’s dead.”

“He’s dead?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. “He’s dead.”

“I’m afraid you’re mistaken sir,” I said. “He’s very much alive. I’ve seen and talked with him.”

“He may be,” he said. “But he’s dead to us.”

“Really,” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. “That is God’s law. The wages of sin is death. He sinned and brought shame upon us and the wages for that sin is death.”

“Well sir,” I said. “You’re here on Earth and therefore subject to man’s law. And I’m here to see that those laws are carried out. How would you like everyone to see on the 11 o’clock news the following headline? College professor and his wife arrested.”

“Arrested,” Mrs. Dillon said. “For what?”

“Abandoning your child for one,” I said. “Plus a host of others.”

“I don’t think so,” Mr. Dillon said in a cocky voice.

“Should I call the police and you can find out as you’re led away in handcuffs?” I asked.

“Oh no,” Mrs. Dillon said.

I had them where I wanted them, “I’m prepared to make you an offer here and now. It’s a one time offer and if you agree, no charges will be filed against you. If you disagree, I’m prepared to call the police and I will see that charges are filed having you punished to the fullest extent of the law.”

“What is it you want?” Mr. Dillon asked.

I pulled the papers out of my pocket and opened them saying, “These are papers signing over your parental rights and agreeing to have Joey adopted.”

“Why should I allow that sinner to continue to live?” He spat.

“That is the law,” I shouted. “Now do you and your wife want to stay out of jail?”

He looked at his wife then said, “Very well. Where do we sign?”

I flipped to the pages with the tags on them and they signed on the proper lines. They quickly signed them then handed the papers back. I folded them up and put them in my pocked then said, “Oh, if you think that tomorrow you can change your mind, I suggest you think again. There is a paragraph in there stating that you have no intention of ever changing your mind and once this is signed, it is final.”

He looked at me and said, “You’re no better than that sinner himself. That boy professed his undying love for another boy.”

“And where is that a sin?” I asked.

“Men don’t love men,” he said.

“Did you not love your son?” I asked.

“But that was as a father loves his son,” he said.

“But that is a man loving a man,” I said. “A father professes his undying love for his child, weather it be a male or a female. If you follow your thinking, then you have sinned too. Your thinking is greatly flawed. I really hope you can live with yourselves for what you’ve done but I do know this, Joey is happier where he is now then before.”

I left knowing Joey will be happy and safe. When I got home, I called Casey and told him I had the papers signed and what transpired during my meeting with them. Casey picked the papers up and told me he would call my lawyer in the morning and get things moving on Joey’s adoption.

It was just after the first of the year when I was contacted by Casey telling me Joey’s case was heard and it was basically a formality with the judge talking with Joey then signing off on the adoption. Marco spent the holidays in Brazil with his Dad and the four of us had a quiet holiday here at home.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/20/08