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            Operation Angel Rescue

by Erastes
Copyright 2019 by Erastes
Chapter 19 – Much Going On. 

It rained the next day, so we stayed indoors the entire time.  The boys spent most of the morning either on the computers or reading, but after lunch I asked them to help me clean the house.  They didn’t give me too much grief about doing it, and when they finished they went up to their rooms. 

I didn’t see them again until I called them down for dinner, and then they stayed downstairs afterward and asked me to watch TV with them.  Once I agreed, they chose to watch the movie I, Robot, an older Sci-Fi movie that serves as a warning about robots, or artificial intelligence.  When it ended Dakota made sure that I knew he wanted me to shower with him – alone.  As soon as we’d washed each other and dried off, he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the bedroom so I could make love to him.

I have to admit that doing this with him was much more rewarding, emotionally, than what I’d done with Laine and Glen a couple night before.  With Dakota, it was more than just the physical act of having sex because I could feel the love in his touch, in his kisses, and in his caress.  The fact that I had a physical release was merely the whipped cream and cherry on top of the sundae.  I understood why Dakota didn’t want to lose this connection, because I didn’t want to lose it either, but I would still share my love with the other boys as well, just not quite as deeply.  I imagine the boys will soon find others to replace me; possibly as early as when they start school in the fall – that is everyone except Dakota.  I truly believe he wants our relationship to last.

The next morning I took the boys out on the four-wheelers right after breakfast, but this time we didn’t go out on the trails.  I started out by leading them behind the house and storage shed where it was fairly level so I could take them just past the edge of the lawn where it was slightly overgrown.  Once we were there, I signaled the boys to stop so I could tell them what we were going to do next. 

“I’m going to drive up and down the hill and I want you to follow me.  This area is not only covered in weeds and shrubs, but the ground is uneven, much like other areas on my property.  I need you to learn how to handle the ATVs on terrain like this before I agree to take you on a drive around all of the land I own.” 

“So you want us to drive through the weeds and all that other stuff?” Jamie asked.  

“Yes, because we’ll be going through other areas like this if you want me to show you around.  Just follow in the tracks of my ATV and I’ll knock down the worst of it by going first.” 

“So we’re just goin’ to ride up and down the hill?” Glen asked next. 

“Yes, that’s exactly what we’re going to do, but don’t get to cocky or you’re liable to have an accident.  There are holes and ruts in the field, so keep a good grip on the handlebars or they might get ripped out of your hands when you hit one of those areas.  It’s also when your ATV could roll over or when hitting one of those it might cause you to fall off or crash.  Do all of you understand what I’m telling you?” 

They all affirmed they did, so we started out.  Laine and Dakota were driving first, with Jamie and Glen riding behind them.  They followed me down the hill and then we made a big turn before starting back up the hill in a different area.  We did this four times before stopping to change drivers, and then I got ready to repeat the same drill with the next pair.  However, before I did that we spent a few minutes chatting about the experience first. 

“Did either of you have a problem?” 

“No, but I saw why you warned us about holdin’ onto the handlebars,” Laine replied.  “There were a few times when I hit some kinda hole and the handlebars almost got jerked outta my hands.” 

“Yeah, that happened to me too,” Dakota confirmed.  “And Glen was pushin’ me forward on the seat when we was goin’ downhill.”

“Yes, that will happen as well, although I’m sure Laine didn’t notice it as much with Jamie behind him, because Jamie is so much smaller and lighter than Laine.  However, Jamie has to be aware of it when Laine is riding behind him and both of them will have to try to keep from sliding forward.”

“How can I do that?” Laine asked. 

“Try keeping one arm around Jamie’s chest and use your other hand to hold onto the back of the seat.  That way you can pull back on the seat to keep from sliding forward if it starts to happen.  Dakota and Glen can do the same thing when they’re riding behind each other.” 

“Ok, I can do that,” Laine confirmed.

“Yeah, me too,” the other pair agreed.

After Jamie and Glen had a chance to drive up and down the hill four times in each direction, we called it a day and went back to the house.  I had the boys take their clothes off again before entering, and I did as well, because our clothes were covered in all sorts of vegetation and pollen.  I also asked each of the boys to shake those items off outside before taking them to the laundry room, and then we washed up prior to my fixing lunch. 

After we ate, the boys went upstairs to get on the computers, while I cleaned up the kitchen.  I was in the middle of doing that when my phone rang.  I answered it immediately when I saw who was calling, but I also made my way to the half bath and shut the door to maintain a little privacy. 

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked as soon as I answered, since I knew it was Paul. 

“I’m just calling to fill you in about how things are going.  Murray asked if I’d be willing to visit Glen’s parents and get them to agree to let you adopt him, and that went fairly smooth.  His dad signed off on it immediately, because Glen will be fully grown before he gets out of prison, if he ever gets out.  The mother, however, was a little more difficult.  I had to remind her that she’d already been declared unfit to raise her son, so he’d be placed in foster care and would stay there even after she was released.  I also explained it would be better if Glen was adopted, rather than languishing in foster care for several years, so she finally agreed to sign the paperwork.” 

“Thanks for doing that, but how about Dakota’s parents. 

“Since I had to visit them after they got home from work, I went to see them on my day off.  The stepdad didn’t have a problem with signing off on the adoption; in fact he seemed eager to do it.  The thing is I’m not sure it would have mattered even if he hadn’t signed, since he isn’t the biological father.  However, Dakota’s mother struggled even more with doing this than she had with giving up custody.”

“I was afraid of that.” 

“I tried to explain it would be best for her son, since he had told me he would never return home as long as she was still married to Edgar, and she didn’t appear ready to leave him.  Since she still wouldn’t sign, I reminded her that if she was still legally his parent then they would be responsible for everything he’d already done, including paying for the damage he had caused.  She said she thought that had been taken care of when she gave up custody, so I explained it had only kept them from going to jail for attempted child abuse.  I then explained we’d agreed to wave the payment for damages too, as long as they were doing what was in Dakota’s best interest, and then I showed her the recording Dakota had made.  She broke down in tears after seeing it, and after she calmed down she agreed to sign the paperwork.  I gave the papers back to Murray earlier today, so I’m sure he’s been working on whatever he still has to do since then.” 

“I’ll never be able to repay you fully for doing this for us, so a simple thank you will have to do.” 

“Just remember this the next time I ask for your help.” 

“Ok, I promise.  No more giving you grief about what’s happened in the past.”

“Damn, it’s about time you did that.”

I ignored his retort and decided to change the subject.  “Do you think I need to call Murray to see if he requires anything else from me?” 

“No, I’m sure he’ll get in touch with you if he does.  He just requires a little time to do his legal crap to make it happen.” 

“Ok, and thanks again for your help.” 

“You’re welcome, and I felt I owed you for all the times you’ve helped me.” 

“I still appreciate it, and I’m sure the boys will too.”

After we ended the call, I debated as to whether I should tell the boys about what I’d just found out, but eventually I decided to hold off.  If I told them now then they’d keep pestering me about how long it was going to be before the adoption would happen, and I didn’t want them bugging me about it multiple times every day.  I’d wait until I heard back from Murray about when the adoptions would take place before I’d say anything to the boys. 

It had only been about a half hour since I finished speaking with Paul when my phone rang again, but this time it was Murray.  “Eric, I have some news to share with you concerning the adoptions.  I spoke with Paul earlier and he was able to convince Glen Wittes’ parents to sign off on the adoption, and he was also able to convince Dakota Frost’s mother and stepfather to sign off on it as well.  I’ve filled out the forms to request new birth certificates for all three boys, and I’ve also filled out the paperwork to send to the Social Security Administration as soon as the adoptions are finalized.” 

“That sounds great.  Thank you.” 

“However, there’s one more thing I need you and the boys to do.  The four of you have to meet with a child advocate who will question you about the adoption.  The advocate’s job is to make sure the adoption is voluntary and the reasons for it are legal, honorable, and above board.” 

“What’s do you mean by that?” 

“They want to make sure you aren’t adopting the boys to use as child labor, sex slaves, or things of that nature.  Meeting with an advocate is a common practice and I’m certain you and the boys won’t have a problem doing this.  I just need to arrange a time when the four of you can meet with the advocate.” 

“Will we meet individually or as a group?” 

“Individually.” 

“Ok, then we’ll come in whenever it is convenient for the advocate.” 

“Is any particular time better for you, since I know you have a bit of a drive to get here?” 

“Any day will be fine, as long the meeting is scheduled for 10:00 or later.”

“Excellent.  I’ll call you again once I’ve make the arrangements.” 

“Ok and thanks.  I look forward to hearing from you.”

This was something else I decided to delay telling the boys and I’d wait until Murray called back.  That happened a few hours later. 

“Eric, I have good news for you.  The advocate will be able to meet with you tomorrow at 10:00.  Each of you will spend approximately a half hour with the advocate, so you should be done by noon.” 

“That will be fine, but where will it take place?”

“You will meet the advocate at the courthouse in room 202.  That’s a conference area where lawyers are able to meet with their clients in private.” 

“Ok, it sounds good, and thank you for taking care of this for us.” 

“You’re welcome, but it’s another task you’re paying me to handle.” 

As soon as I finished speaking with Murray, I called the boys together for a group meeting.  “What’s up, Dad?” Dakota asked when we were all in the family room. 

“I have some things I need to talk to you boys about.  I’ve recently spoken with Paul and my lawyer about the adoptions and I wanted to fill you in about what I’ve learned.  First of all, I want to let Glen and Dakota know that their parents have signed off on allowing me to adopt them.” 

“I’m glad they did that,” Glen said nonchalantly, while Dakota catapulted out of his seat like it was spring loaded. 

“That’s awesome.  I was worried that my mom wasn’t gonna do it.”

“Paul said it was the recording you made that convinced her.  He said she began to cry after she watched it and then she agreed to sign the papers, since it was what you wanted.” 

“Damn, I didn’t want to make her cry or feel bad.  I just wanted her to let you adopt me.”  I could tell this news bothered him deeply, so I attempted to soften the blow.

“I know, but that sort of information isn’t easy for a parent to accept, knowing that their child would rather be raised by someone else.” 

“But only because of my stupid stepdad.” 

“I know that’s the reason, and so does she, but it’s still a bitter pill for her to swallow.” 

“Yeah, but I’m glad she’s gonna let me do it.”

“The other thing I need to tell you is that we have to make another trip into the city tomorrow, because the three of you and I have to meet with a child advocate.  I’m told that’s a legal representative whose job it is to make sure the adoption is being done in the best interest of the adoptee, which in this case is each of you.  The three of you and I will be interviewed separately, and it will take about a half hour each, and then that person will recommend to the judge whether he should allow the adoption to proceed.” 

“Damn, you mean there’s still a chance we won’t be able to do this?” Glen asked. 

“Yes, but it’s only a very small chance of that happening.  The advocate’s primary duty is to make sure the adoption is in your best interest and I’m not going to work you as slaves or sell you to others.” 

“Hell, we can convince the advocate that we want to do this and you won’t do anything like that to us.” 

“I don’t want you to bring it up, or anything else for that matter, and simply answer the questions you are asked.  We don’t want the advocate to think you’ve been coached, because that would work against us.” 

“Ok, Dad, we won’t do that then,” Jamie agreed. 

“Yeah, Dad, we’ll just answer the questions and let the advocate know we want you to adopt us,” Dakota confirmed. 

“Don’t worry, Dad.  We’re not gonna screw this up,” Glen added. 

“Ok, so now you boys know what will be happening with the advocate tomorrow, and then we’ll eat lunch in the city.  After that I’m going to drive over to the lawyer’s office so I can pick up the custody papers for the three of you.  I already have that document for Dakota, but I need them for the rest of you in case I ever have to prove I have legal custody.  After I’ve done that, we’ll stop and pick up swimsuits for each of you boys so we can start swimming in the pond.”

“Damn, I forgot all about doin’ that,” Glen groaned.  “We coulda changed into shorts and went swimmin’ after we was done ridin’ the four-wheelers.” 

“Yes, we could have, but I didn’t think of doing that either.  After we purchase swimsuits for you, we can go to a movie, if you want, and then we’ll have dinner in the city as well.  How does that sound?” 

“Can we go to the new X-Men movie?” Laine asked. 

“Sure, if everyone agrees.”

“That sounds good to me, Dad,” Dakota followed.  

“Yeah, Dad, I like that idea too,” Jamie agreed. 

“And I’m also good with doin’ that, Dad,” Glen concurred. 

“And if we do those other things then I won’t feel so bad about havin’ to sit around while you guys are meetin’ with the advocate,” Laine pointed out. 

As soon as our meeting ended, Dakota asked another question.  “Dad, how about we go out and take a walk now?” 

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, because the laundry has been piling up and I’ve got to take care of it or we won’t have anything to wear the next time you boys want to go out on the ATVs.” 

“Can we go for a walk without you then?”

“Sure, as long as you stay together.” 

“Ok, thanks.  Come on, guys.  Let’s go out and do this.” 

“I’m gonna stay here,” Jamie told them. 

“You don’t want to go with us?” 

“Nah, I’m gonna stay here and help Dad.” 

“Ok, it’s your choice,” Dakota conceded before the three of them headed outside. 

As soon as they left, I went to the laundry room to separate the clothes before putting the first load in the washing machine.  When I came out after doing that, Jamie was waiting for me in the great room. 

“Will you suck my cock again?  I really liked when you did it before.”  He then flashed me a toothy grin. 

“Is that why you didn’t go with the other boys?” 

He nodded before looking down at the floor. 

“That was pretty sneaky of you.”  He merely nodded again.  “So do you want to do this in your bedroom?” 

“Nah, we can do it down here like the last time.” 

“Do you mean in the family room?” 

“Yep,” and then he went racing there ahead of me. 

By the time I joined him, he already had his shorts and underwear completely off.  “You aren’t in a hurry, are you?” I teased.  

He grinned broadly this time.  “Yep, I really like when you do this.” 

He then plopped down on the sofa, so I squatted down between his splayed legs.  I attacked his little scrotum first and worked on it with my tongue, and then I took his entire pouch into my mouth and used my tongue to toy with it and the two marble size testicles contained inside.  When I finally released his scrotum, I grabbed ahold of his legs, lifted them, and pushed them back to his chest so I could attack his tiny hole. 

I ran my tongue around the area first, which caused him to giggle, and then I attempted to penetrate it with my tongue.  He resisted the intrusion momentarily, but then he began to relax and eventually his pucker opened up to my persistent prodding.  When I was finally able to work my tongue into the opening, he began to moan in satisfaction.  I did that for a couple of minutes, and when I eventually pulled away I asked a question. 

“Did you like that?” 

“Yeah, it was like you were fuckin’ me, but without usin’ your cock.  It wasn’t as big either, so it didn’t hurt.  It just tickled and felt good.” 

“Do you want me to continue?” 

“Yeah, do it a little longer, but then I want you to suck my cock.” 

“Ok, I’ll do that too.” 

I attacked his butt again, but only for a brief time, and then I lowered his legs and took his penis into my mouth.  It began to firm up rapidly, and as soon as he was fully erect I let go of it briefly so I could run my tongue across the head and along the shaft for a few moments.  After I felt that area had been sufficiently taken care of, I took his penis into my mouth again and began bobbing up and down on it. 

Jamie was moaning, cooing, and really getting into it.  His pelvis was bouncing up and down on the sofa cushion as he attempted to mirror my movements, and his hands were on my head like he was guiding my actions, but they were merely resting there instead.  He may be the youngest of the boys, but it doesn’t mean he enjoys sex any less, and he was proving to me that he has his needs as well. 

I only did this for a couple more minutes before his stomach muscles tighten and he began to grunt as the first string of his immature ejaculate shot into my mouth.  I quickly glanced up at his face to see how he was doing and his eyes had rolled back in their sockets as the wonderful feelings overwhelmed him.  I continued nursing on his penis until I was certain that I’d drained it completely, and then I released it, stood up, and sat down on the sofa beside him. 

I gave him plenty of time to enjoy his release and the wonderful feelings coursing through his body, and when he seemed to be coming back from soaring above the clouds, I bent over and kissed him.  He was momentarily stunned by this move, but he quickly got into it and started kissing me back.  We did that for a few minutes before I broke the kiss. 

“Man, that was incredible,” he gasped. 

“Cumming or kissing?” 

“All of it.  I really enjoyed what you were doin’ to my butt too.  I was a little grossed out at first, but then it started feelin’ really good, and I loved the way you sucked my cock too.  I also liked kissing you, so thanks, Dad, that was wicked awesome.” 

“You’re welcome, but now I suggest you get dressed before the other boys come back from their walk.” 

“Ok and thanks.” 

“You’re welcome, and I’ll do whatever I can to protect you and make you happy.” 

“I know, and that’s why I want you to adopt me and be my dad.”

Now that Jamie was satisfied, I went to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer, and then I put another load into the washing machine.  With four boys and myself the laundry tends to pile up quickly, especially the towels.  It’s amazing how many of those we go through on a daily basis. 

During that time I heard the doorbell ring, and when I went to answer it I found a delivery man had left a package on the porch.  I picked it up and brought it inside so I could check to see if it contained the item I’d ordered.  It did, so I placed it on the counter for later.

It was another half hour before the other boys returned, so I thought I’d ask them about what they’d done while they each got something to drink from the refrigerator.  “So how was your walk?” 

“It was good, and we walked a little way onto the government land,” Laine responded.  “We didn’t go too far, cuz we wanted you to be with us when we did that.” 

“That was a wise move, because that place is huge, mostly wooded, and it’s very easy to get confused and become lost.” 

“Yeah, that’s why we didn’t go very far,” Dakota confirmed. 

“But it’s really nice in there and it was like steppin’ into a whole other world,” Glen added. 

“Yes, if you’ve never spent much time in the woods then it can seem like you’re in another world, maybe even on another planet.  Did you see any animals?” 

“A few.  We saw a couple of deer when we were in there.  I think it was a doe and her fawn,” Dakota answered. 

“Yeah, when she saw us she flipped her tail up in the air so we got to see the white underside, and then she took off and the fawn followed her.” 

“Yes, flipping the tail like that is how they signal danger to the other deer that are with them,” I confirmed.  “I’m glad you enjoyed your walk and I’m happy you didn’t try to go too far without me.” 

“So when will you take us in there?” Glen pressed. 

“We can do it whenever you want.  I just thought you’d rather use the time to ride the four-wheelers first, so I could show you the rest of my property.” 

“Yeah, we want to do that too,” they all agreed. 

“Well doing both of those things will take a considerable amount of time, so which would you rather do first?” 

“Uhhh, the four-wheelers,” Laine responded. 

“Yeah, let’s do the four-wheelers first, and then we can go for a walk in the woods after we’ve done that,” Glen concurred. 

“Ok, that’s fine with me.” 

The boys headed upstairs at this point, but I wasn’t sure if they were doing it to wash up from their walk, play games, or have sex.  It didn’t matter, though, so I went to the laundry room to fold the load in the dryer and then I put the next load in before doing another load in the washing machine.  When I came out from doing that, I started to think about what I was going to fix for dinner. 

When I saw the boys again, I asked them to go to the laundry room and get their clothes from the laundry basket and take them up to their rooms and put them away.  After a little grumbling they did as I asked, and then they didn’t come downstairs again until I called them to eat. 

While we were sitting around the table, the boys began to ask more questions about the advocate and it appeared they were worried that they might say something wrong during the interview.  Seeing they were obviously concerned, I attempted to put them at ease. 

“Look, all you have to do is tell the person about how you were living on the street and why, as well as how much better things are now that you’re living here.  Just don’t say anything about having sex with men or with me.  If the advocate asks how you survived, just say that you found different ways, such as asking for money or you ate at shelters and things of that nature.  I’m concerned that if you tell the advocate that you’d been having sex for money then the advocate might assume you were doing something similar while staying with me.  If the person draws that conclusion then he or she would most likely recommend against the adoption.” 

“Yeah, that’s what we was worried about,” Dakota confirmed.

“Then stay focused on the positive.  Just say you’re happy here, that I’m taking good care of you, and that I’m making you work with the educational software so you’ll be ready for school in the fall.  And that reminds me of something else.  I received a package while you were gone and it contains the DVDs I ordered with the first season of Kung Fu.  If you want, we can watch one or two episodes after we eat. 

“Yeah, that sounds good,” they basically agreed. 

After we watched a couple of episodes Glen looked at me and spoke.  “Now I know why you called me grasshopper.  When Caine was younger his blind teacher was tryin’ to get him to be patient so he could learn the things he was tryin’ to teach him, and that’s what you want us to do too.” 

“You are correct, grasshopper.” 

After we finished doing that, we went upstairs to shower before going to bed, because we’d have to get up early so I could drive everyone into the city the next morning.

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I wish to extend my thanks to Emoe and Donny for editing these chapters for me and offering their suggestions. 

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http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/different-points-of-view/

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-throw-away-kid/

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-guardian/

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/chance-of-a-lifetime/

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/all-the-worlds-a-stage/

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/watching-noah-grow/

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Although the boys in these stories sometimes have unprotected sex, I strongly urge all of you out there to be smart and protect yourselves from various sexually transmitted diseases by using taking appropriate precautions before engaging in sex.