Julio
 by: Miguel Sanchez

© 2005 by the author

 

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Jay pinched my chin and said. "You’re our father and the only father we want. Every time a birthday came up, one of us had been sick and it was you who were taking care of us. You took care of me in the hospital not once but twice and Steven had to have his appendix out. I would say that you had a few more important things on your mind than our birthdays. I'm just glad to be around to have another birthday and so is Steven. I go into the hospital again and need another operation right before Ronnie's birthday. I don't want to get sick like that again."

    

I looked at him saying, "As if that was really your fault. You made your point though. What do you want to do for Ronnie's birthday?"

    

Jay looked very serious and said. "Dad, we need to sit and talk about this, just you and me. OK?"

    

When Jay gets this serious, I know it is something really big.  

 

Chapter 16

  

    

After that, I stood him back on the floor and we went to eat lunch. When we had finished, Luiz did the dishes and the younger two went outside to play soccer. I took my coffee and went into my office to speak with Jay about what he had in mind for Ronnie and his birthday. Jay came into the room and sat down across from me and had a very mature look on his face. "Dad, I have given this a lot of thought and I think I have every detail covered completely."

    

I took a sip of my coffee and spoke, "My son talks to me like a mature young man. What do you have in mind for Ronnie's birthday?"

    

Jay took a piece of paper from his pocket and began to read his list. "First, I would like to ask Uncle Luiz if he could help fix a nice dinner for the two of us and then have a very special desert for him."

    

I looked at Jay and asked, "Does this have anything to do with what you said to Luiz the other morning?"

    

"You know me that well, huh Dad?" Jay responded.

    

"After all we have been through together, you know I do. What is it you are saying?"

    

Jay swallowed hard. He thought carefully for a minute then took a deep breath then said, "I ready to make a commitment. A commitment to the one I love. Ronnie and I have been through a lot. More than you even know, Dad. We were together for almost 7 months before you found me in that alley. If you hadn't found Ronnie, you may have never found out who I was and we may have never found each other again. It just seems we are destined to be together and I don't want to ever lose him again."

    

I thought about how to answer him. "Are you sure you are ready for this kind of commitment. Many a man and woman make a commitment to each other, get married then wind up divorced. These people are twice your age. I just want you two to be sure of what you are asking of each other before you risk getting hurt, and I don't mean physically hurt son. I mean getting your emotions hurt. Those take a lot longer to heal than the physical scars."

    

Jay sat up straight and looked right into my eyes. "Dad, we have never been surer of anything in our lives. Look at what I bought."

    

He handed me a ring box. I opened it and there were two gold rings with two perfect diamonds set in each ring. I looked at the rings and they were engraved. The inscription said: Now and Forever Together Always. "These set you back quite a bit, didn't they?" I asked.

    

"You taught me to do something right the first time or not to do it at all. I saved every dollar I could get from you. I hope you’re not mad at me. We have talked about this several times. When I had the cyst removed, I decided this year I would commit to Ronnie. He agreed to commit to me as well."

    

"If this is what you two really want, I will support you. “Does this mean you plan to give yourself totally to Ronnie?" I asked my not so young son, unsure of the answer.

    

"Yes I have been working back there and I can handle him. He has had me working on him also, so I know he is ready too." Jay replied.

    

I thought for another moment then said, "I know I said that I had to know when your first anal experience would be, but I think you have proven that you are now ready, mentally and physically. What else do you have planned for that evening? Would you two like the house to yourselves for a few hours?"

    

When I saw that smile, I knew I had read his mind. I said. "Alright son, I will take Steven and Luiz out to dinner and a movie so you can have the house to yourselves. I do expect the dishes rinsed and put in the dishwasher, OK?"

    

Jay walked over to me and sat on my lap like he was a little boy again instead of a young man. "Thanks, Dad. This means a lot. Ronnie will be so happy. Steven even knows?"

    

"What?" I sputtered.

    

"Yeah Dad he's cool with it. Part of this was his idea." Jay smiled.

    

"I'm always the last to know, aren't I?" I asked.

    

Jay could only smile and giggle. Well, I thought, my boys are growing up after all. Then he stood up and dropped his pants and boxers in one fell swoop. He was standing there in all his glory proudly displaying his newly re-rowing bush. "Ah, you didn't need to show me that partner." I said smiling.

    

Jay laughed, “I wanted you to be the first to see that it started to grow back. But man it itches."

 

I had to laugh then. "I know it will. Keep a little lotion on the skin and it won't be so bad. Now, go play."

    

Jay turned around to pull his pants up and I couldn't resist the target he gave me. POP! "Hey! What was that for?" Jay yelled!

    

"GP," I said. "General principles now scoot, you rascal.

 

After dinner why don't you talk to Uncle Luiz about what you would like him to cook?" I said to Jay. “He reached up and I carried my boy outside into the family room. I set him down and he quickly headed for the door to find his brothers.

    

"Is everything alright Miguel?" Luiz asked.

    

I smiled replying, “Sure, everything's fine. Why do you ask?"

    

It was Luiz's turn to smile now, "Oh, something I heard you tell the boy as he headed for the door."

    

I took my coffee cup and headed for the kitchen and Luiz was on my heels. "Will you quit talking in circles and just ask what ever it is you're going to?"

    

Luiz stopped short. "Fine, what does Jay want?"

    

I looked stunned. "Jay has a special favor to ask of you for Friday evening." I said.

    

Luiz was doing it again. "Does it have anything to do with those lobsters in the foam cooler?"

    

"What are you talking about?" I said almost chocking on my coffee.

    

"Inside the fridge in the garage there is a cooler with two beautiful lobsters inside." Luiz replied handing me a napkin so I could wipe my face.

    

This kid has had everything planned except one, I thought to myself. If Luiz won't cook, his goose is fried. I almost made him squirm to get Luiz to cook for him but decided that would be cruel and unusual punishment. I went into the garage and looked at what Jay had bought. Man, these were beauties. Luiz was making sure they would stay alive until they were the boy's dinner.

    

Steven came bouncing into the house and gave me a quick kiss as he went to the bathroom. I finished my coffee when I heard the toilet flush.

    

"Dad, Dad, where are you?" Steven yelled.

    

"Same place I was two minutes ago," I answered. "What have I told you about yelling?"

    

Steven smiled meekly. "Sorry. Can we see a movie?"

    

Steven just took care of a major hurdle. I just hope he doesn't want to see a blood and guts fight flick. "Yeah,” I guess. “Which movie did you have in mind?"

    

"X-Men start playing on Friday." Steven answered.

    

At least it was a movie I would like to see. I remember reading the comic books. "Sure,” I said.

 

Now all I had to do was think of something for Luiz to do. Then it dawned on me. The symphony was in town. I'll make arrangements for a limo to pick him up at the restaurant and bring him to the theater then back home.

    

‘OK,’ I thought. ‘So far so good, now where do we go for dinner? It had to be some place nice but not so fancy that Steven would feel uncomfortable. The Inn would be just the place. It had great food with semi-formal dress (jacket and tie, which Steven could take off before going into the movies) and excellent service.’

    

I walked back into the kitchen and saw Luiz making rolls for dinner. "Luiz, how would you like an evening out?"

    

"That's not necessary Miguel, “He answered.

    

"Well I don't think Jay would enjoy you being here. I understand he has already asked if you would cook something special for Ronnie's birthday." I asked.

    

"And," Luiz shot back.

      

"And what,” I casually asked. “Do you really want to be here? Did you and your wife have visitors on your special night?"

    

"You know better than that," Luiz grumbled.

    

"So what's the problem?" I asked.

    

Luiz calmed down. "I wonder if they are doing the right thing that's all," he said.

    

I sat down and spoke. "Look. There's no way of knowing the answer to that. All we can do is support them and hope things work out for them. If they weren't meant to be then be that as it may. They are young and they will grow and move on. I don't have a crystal ball to look into the future. I wish I did."

    

Luiz thought for a minute then said, "I suppose. I don't want to see either of them get hurt."

    

I headed over to the bar and said, "I know. Sometimes we never learn until we feel a little pain."

 

I looked and Luiz cutting out the biscuits and he was nodding his head in agreement. I fixed an early Bailey's on the rocks and turned on the television.

    

I was watching a documentary when I remembered I needed to make the limo reservations for Luiz. I called a company I used a few times before and had them pick Luiz up at 8:30 Friday at the Ship's Inn Restaurant and take him to the Musical Theatre. He would have center row seats to hear the symphony and then be driven back home around 11:30. I know he would sleep well since he is always in bed by 9:30 at the latest.

    

Steven came back in and asked, "What's for dinner?

    

"You will have to talk to Uncle Luiz," I answered.

    

He quickly spoke to Luiz then came and flopped on my lap. "Is Jay really going to propose to Ronnie?" Steven asked.

    

I had to laugh because the look on his face as he spoke was priceless. "I wouldn't call it proposing son,” I said looking at him. But, he does have something in mind. And before you ask the answer is no you can't be here. This is their special time. When you have something like this come up, you will get to have your privacy. OK?"

    

Steven's eyes dropped down and he sulked, "OK. What can I get him for his birthday, though?"

    

I smiled at him saying, "You and I can go shopping tomorrow and find something special from you alone. OK?"

    

Steven's face lit up like a Christmas tree and he almost choked me as he hugged me saying, "Great. Thanks, Dad."

    

We just sat there watching television and both of us dosed off to sleep. The next thing we knew, Ronnie and Jay were making noise as they headed into their room to get cleaned up for dinner.

    

I was startled and Steven stirred as we both tried to regain our senses. Steven hopped up and scurried down the hall to join his brothers getting ready for dinner.

    

Luiz had fixed another feast of his famous fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, fresh peas and his fresh homemade biscuits. After we stuffed ourselves silly, Jay and Steven cleared the table as Ronnie rinsed off the dishes for the dishwasher. The rest of the evening went smoothly. Jay and Ronnie spent their time in their bedroom with the door closed. I thought about going in and seeing what they were up to but decided that since they were quiet, I would just leave them alone.

    

The next morning I was awoke at 8:00 AM by hurricane Steven shaking me saying, "Wake up, wake up. You promised to take me shopping today. Remember?"

    

How could I forget?” I moaned. "Ugh. OK, Steven. I'm awake."

    

Steven pulled on my arm again. "Come on, Dad."

    

I opened my eyes looking right at his nose. His face was two inches away from mine. "I'm awake,” I said. “Now, if you don't move, I'll wet myself and if you say one word we will stay home."

    

I'd never seen Steven move so fast. "Yes sir, yes sir." He said as he ran out of the bedroom to allow me to take care of my morning business.

    

When I came into the kitchen, Steven had a cup of coffee setting at my place at the table. The others were quietly eating their breakfast. The mall opened at ten but Steven wanted to leave at nine. Since I knew the mall itself was open, I relented and we left.

    

When we arrived, there were already quite a number of cars in the lot. We found a place to park by JC Penny's and headed inside. It was already 90 degrees outside so the air conditioning would feel good. As we entered the mall, the transition from heat to cool suddenly hit my bladder. I had to go and now. We went to one of the public restrooms so I could relieve my now screaming bladder.

    

As we neared the restroom, we both saw a very grungy looking boy head out of the toilet followed shortly by a man in uniform. Steven looked up at me as if to say, "I bet I know what just happened."

 

As I walked past him, I noticed he was a mall security guard. I don't know why, but my eyes happened to pan down towered his crotch. You could tell he was at least semi-erect. He was adjusting himself as I went inside. I was just about to leave when the kid I just saw reappeared and approached me standing at the urinal.

    

He just stood there looking at me when I felt his hand rub against by ass. He looked up and I got lost into his eyes. They were the softest shade of blue I had ever seen and suddenly I was in a trance. Here was a boy that looked like a cross between Ronnie and Jay. He was about and inch or two shorter than Steven and he had the cutest pug nose I'd ever seen.

    

I heard him whisper something. "Go in there and I'll make you feel good," he said.

    

He disappeared into the last stall. I finished what I was doing while I thought about this kid. ‘Where the hell are his parents,’ I thought.

 

His clothes were filthy and even though he was young he stunk like a skunk. I thought about what to do. If this was Recife, I could just take him home, care of him and nobody would be the wiser. But this was the US and I couldn't just take him home. I could find out who he is though. Just then, Steven came into the room. He whispered, "Where is he?"

    

I motioned with my head that he was in the last stall. "Stay here and keep your eyes open," I said.

    

Steven nodded his head as I went to the stall door and opened it. As I entered he smiled at me and his teeth were perfect. What a smile, I thought.

    

He reached for my crotch and I reached for his hand. His skin was softer than Steven's. I sat on the toilet and picked him up and sat him on my lap. As I did, he reached down and started rubbing my hardening penis. I rubbed his hair with one hand, moved his hand away from my bulge with the other and said, "You don't need to do that. Did you do that to the man who followed you out of here earlier?"

    

He dropped his head and started crying. "He makes me do that so he will let me sleep here at night."

    

"Don't you have a home?" I asked the now sobbing child.

    

He just shook his head no. Steven came into the stall and he put his hand on the boy's back. "What's your name?" I asked the boy.

    

All he said was "Angel." The name fit. Get him cleaned up and into some decent clothes and he would look just like and angel.

    

Steven looked at the boy and said, "My name is Steven. This is my Dad, Dr. Miguel Sanchez. Do you want to come to our house and get something to eat?"

    

He raised his head up and looked at Steven right in the eyes. I could see Steven just melt when he looked at him. He nodded his head and hugged Steven tightly. "Are you really a doctor?" he asked.

    

I nodded my head and smiled as we exited the stall and went back into the now busy mall. I looked at my watch and it was almost 10. Angel stood between Steven and I and holding our hands as we walked. I was on the look out for that security guard. I wasn't sure what I would do if I saw him, but I was sure it wouldn't be to ask him for the correct time.

    

When we arrived back at the Hummer, I had decided to trade in the Navigator, and Angel's eyes got huge. "Wow," he said looking up at the both of us. "Is that really yours? It's so cool."

    

I put the boys in the back and had them buckle up for the ride home. I turned the a/c on high as this boy was rank. As we headed home, my mind was racing. How could someone not be missing this adorable child? How could someone abuse this kid? What kind of people could allow this to happen?

    

As I pulled into the driveway, I had to figure out something to tell Luiz about the boy. It's not like I came home with a stray puppy. We're talking about a human being here.

    

Lucky for us, Luiz was in his room reading as we came into the house. I told Steven to get him some clothes and I immediately headed towards the bathroom to get this beautiful little boy cleaned. I started filling up the bath tub then turned to start getting him undressed.

    

I reached for his shirt to lift it off over his head and suddenly he started crying again. "What's wrong?" I asked trying to console him.

    

"Don't please," was all he said.

    

"Why not," I asked trying to figure out why all of a sudden he was crying. "Has someone hurt you and left marks on your body and that's why you don't want me to see you?"

    

He just stood there crying. He was crying so hard he was shaking. I closed the lid and sat on the toilet bringing him onto my lap. I gently rubbed his back as I rocked him. Steven came in and handed me the clothes. "Would you feel more comfortable if Steven helped you in the bath?"

 

I thought that since men were using him for sex, he would feel more at ease if someone more his own age got him undressed and cleaned. He shook his head no. At least he didn't start crying again. While this was going on, I slipped my hand under his shirt and began rubbing his bare back. When he finally realized what I was doing, he looked up at me and smiled. I could feel the welts and scars on this beautiful child's back. "Can I take your shirt off now?" I asked talking to him softly.

    

He looked up at me and stared into my eyes. He thought about it for a minute, then nodded his head and raised his arms. As I eased the shirt off his body, I gasped when I saw his back. I wrapped my arms around him and started to cry softly. He felt the tears land on his shoulders and he looked at me and said. "It's OK Dr. Sanchez, it doesn't hurt anymore."

    

My heart was aching for this child and he's telling me it's alright. Steven came over and put his arm around me and hugged me. I looked up and then I saw Jay and Ronnie standing there with their mouths hanging open. "Boys, this is Angel." I said. "Angel, this is Jay and Ronnie. They are Steven's brothers."

    

They all smiled at each other and I asked. "How could anyone hurt a handsome boy like you?"

    

Angel got a strange look on his face and started giggling as I said that. "What's so funny?" I asked.

    

He looked at me and said "Boy? I'm not a boy, I'm a girl."

    

Then I got a strange look on my face. "A girl," I asked.

 

Immediately my hand went and felt in between the child’s legs. She looked at me and giggled again. "See, Dr. Sanchez? I'm a girl."

 

Ronnie and Jay were laughing and Steven was crying. I looked at Steven and asked. "What's wrong son?"

    

"How could a man do this to a girl? Steven said through the tears. “That fucker at the mall made her suck him off just for a place to sleep. If I see him I'll...."

    

"Easy son and don't talk like that in front of a little lady." I said wrapping my arms around Steven as he held onto the girl.

 

Suddenly I saw something in Steven's eye that told me a lot more. Could you three excuse me while I get our guest cleaned? Jay and Ronnie turned and went back outside but Steven said he wanted to stay.

    

"Can I help, Dad?" He looked at Angel when he asked the question.

    

I shook my head no, "Not this time Steven."

    

Steven went outside but not before he gave her a hug and kiss on the way out. I reached down and started removing her shoes and socks. Man, this girl was filthy. I stood her up and unfastened to jeans and slid the zipper down. I reached inside feeling for her panties and there weren't any. As I slid her jeans down and I immediately noticed she was red, chafed and filthy. I looked up at her through my tears and scooped her up into my arms. I felt my family was complete. I set her gently into the bath and told her to soak for a while and I'll get her a towel.

    

I went outside and Steven was standing against the wall with a smile on his face. "You love her already, don't you Dad? I know I do." he said.

    

I wiped my eyes and smiled at him. "Yeah, son I guess I do.

I think I know what people mean when they say Daddy's little girl. I'm going to have to call the Police and Social Services to report this."

    

Steven started to panic. He started crying and saying, "No, Dad! They'll take her away and I'll never see her again. You can't, Dad! Please?"

    

Steven was losing it again. "Easy sport," I said. “I do have some influence here. I've already been listed as an emergency foster parent with Social Services so they can place her here. We can give her a private room and bathroom so that isn't a problem."

    

"I forgot about that,” he said. “I'm sorry Dad. I think I'm...ah. Have you ever heard of love at first sight? You know, I thought she was a girl when I first saw her."

    

I was puzzled at Steven's statement. "Ah and just how did you know she was a girl?" I asked.

    

He gave me a sly grin. "I was checking her out and I didn't see a bulge where there should have been one."

    

"Oh?" I said.

    

Steven went on, "Yeah Dad, I have learned how a boy hangs in his pants and she didn't hang right. Besides, when I finally figured out he was a she, I had a boner. Something about her made me feel like I've never felt before. I've enjoyed fooling around with my brothers but I've always wondered what it would be like to be with a girl. When I saw Angel, well I knew then I wasn't gay. I hope Ronnie and Jay aren't mad at me."

    

"Why would they be mad at you? I asked him. “I'd think they'd be happy for you. But I'll say this now. There will be no fooling around with her, period. Do you understand me?"

    

Steven nodded his head. "Yes sir."

    

"Good," I said. "Now, could you get Luiz to start fixing lunch while I get our house guest cleaned and out of the bath?"

    

"Sure thing Dad," Steven said as he went into the kitchen.

    

I went back into the bathroom and looked at Angel. I let the water out of the tub and refilled it with clean water. It was strange looking between her legs and seeing nothing where something should be. I turned the shower portion on and got her hair wet. I reached for some shampoo and gently started washing. While I was doing this, I asked her what her full name was. She looked at me with those blue eyes and said, "My full name is Angelina Martinez. I was in a foster home and my foster brothers were making me have sex with them until my foster mother found out. They told her I was forcing them to have sex with me so she and her husband beat me and threw me out. The guy at the mall made me do things to him everyday just so I could get something to eat and have a place to sleep at night. It really wasn't that bad. I learned how to do that stuff and not let it bother me. I'll take care of your s..."

    

I looked at her and said, "No. You will never have to do that stuff any more. We will get you cleaned up and with a family who wants a little girl for who you really are."

    

She looked at me and asked, "If it's all the same to you, could I stay here? I kinda like Steven. I mean, if that's OK."

    

"OK?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I'd like nothing better than to have you as a daughter. I rinsed her hair and rewashed it again. Then I gently washed her body. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and feeling. She was physically a mess but that could be fixed. Mentally she was very bright but I would need to see how she interacted with others, especially kids her own age. I also worried about how the abuse would affect her.

    

As is washed her, I began to find out how she had been abused. Fortunately, the children who forced her to have sex, only made her have oral sex. As I washed her lower half, I had asked if they ever touched her or put anything in her vagina or rectum and she said no.  After I rinsed her, she allowed me to look at her most private area. I have examined children before but with her, I seemed like an intruder. I gently spread her buttocks apart so I could see her rectum. Thank God it was normal. She lied down on the carped floor and allowed me to see her vaginal area and that to was untouched.

    

When she was clean and dry, she was beautiful and truly fitting of the name Angel. She was 4 feet 6 inches tall with light brown hair, sky blue eyes and perfectly suntanned skin. What I found odd was why there were no tan lines. Come to find out, her foster parents made her stay naked ninety percent of the time. I wanted these people found in the worst way.

    

I handed her Steven's underpants and she looked at herself in them and started laughing. Even I had to laugh. I pulled the tee shirt over head and she put on the jeans. She looked like a little girl once more. I got a hair brush and brushed her hair removing every tangle. When I opened the door, Steven stood there in amazement. "My God," Steven said. "You're beautiful."

    

She covered her mouth with her hand and giggled. "Thank you Steven."

    

Luiz came out of the kitchen and said, "Lunch is ready. Well hello there, young lady. Are you feeling better after your bath?"

    

"Thank you sir," she said with that little giggle again.

 

Steven walked over took her hand and led her to the table. He even pulled out her chair so she could sit next to him.

    

Ronnie whispered to Jay, "I think our brother has a girl friend."

    

Jay just looked at him and nodded. While Luiz was feeding the children, I went into my office and made the necessary phone calls. I filled out a medical report listing all the scars and welts I saw on her body. I noted that there were no physical signs of sexual abuse but that she had admitted being forced to perform oral sex on several members of her foster family and a security guard had forced her to give him sexual favors in lieu of food and shelter.

    

After lunch, a social worker came to the house and interviewed the child. She filled out paperwork allowing me to become her new foster parent. I told the social worker that I needed time to consider adoption. I knew Steven had a crush on her but I needed to see if this was indeed true love or just his first case of puppy love.

    

A police officer from juvenile services came to the house. We all talked then all of us went back to the mall to find the guard. When we arrived at the mall, we went to the main office to file the report. The guard was sitting there eating lunch and when he looked up and saw the girl standing with us. I thought he was going to faint.

    

The officer told him, "Just give me a reason, any one at all, and you're dead."

 

I had to remind the officer that he wasn't worth him going to jail. After taking the man off to jail, the three of us went shopping and got presents. Angel got her new clothes, Steven got Ronnie his birthday present and it looked like I was getting a daughter. After we returned home, I took Angel to the school and got her registered. It seems that she had been a student there and the principal was glad to see her back.

    

Over the rest of the summer, all four children grew close. Jay committed himself to Ronnie that evening and Steven appears to be caring very deeply for Angelina. Her foster parents had skipped town but since social services had their identities, they felt it would only be a matter of time before they were arrested and brought to justice.

    

To be continued in Julio, The Growing Years

 

Posted: 06/06/08