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            Operation Angel Rescue

by Erastes
Copyright 2019 by Erastes
Chapter 23 – Dealing with Potential Disasters.

I decided to wait until after dinner to tell Jamie, because then I’d be able to spend time with him if he was taking this badly.  I also decided to ask him what he’d like for dinner, in order to put him in a good mood before I broke the news.  I waited until I saw him alone before I did this. 

“Since you’re the only one around at the moment, what would you suggest we have for dinner?” 

“Hmmm, how ‘bout pizza?” 

“Ok, because I happen to have pizzas in the freezer, so would you prefer Chicago or New York style pizza?” 

“What’s the difference?” 

“Chicago pizza is rectangular and deep dish, which means it has a thicker crust, and New York pizza is round and has a thinner crust.” 

“New York pizza then.” 

I took both a pepperoni and a sausage pizza out of the freezer and placed each one on a pizza pan before placing them in the oven.  I also whipped up a large pan of roasted garlic lemon broccoli and a salad with oil and vinegar dressing to go with it to make sure the boys got plenty of vegetables.  That reminded me, I’ll have to start buying vitamins for the boys, to ensure that they grow up to be big and healthy.  When the meal was ready, I called the boys out to the table. 

They were all joking around and talking about our excursion onto the government land as they stuffed their mouths with food.  When they were helping me clean up afterward, Dakota asked a question. 

“What do you wanna do now, Dad?”

“I want to meet with you boys in the family room before we decide on what else we’re going to do, because there’s something I need to tell you first.” 

“About what?” Glen followed. 

“I’ll explain that when we’re all in the family room.” 

The boys followed me there, and then Jamie and Dakota sat on the sofa beside to me, while Laine and Glen sat in the chairs and looked in my direction.  Even though this only concerned Jamie, I thought the others should also know about what was going on, and then maybe they could help to console Jamie if he took the news badly.  Once they were all comfortable and looking in my direction, I swallowed to remove the lump in my throat before I began to speak. 

“The lawyer called earlier and explained there’s a problem with the adoptions,” I began. 

“Does it have somethin’ to do with that advocate lady?” Dakota asked. 

“No, it doesn’t have anything to do with her.” 

“Then what is it?” Glen asked.  “Did my mom or Kota’s mom change their minds?”

“No, it doesn’t have anything to do with them either.” 

“Then what the heck is it?” Dakota demanded. 

“It seems that a man has shown up and is claiming that he might be Jamie’s father.  He’s requested a DNA sample to determine if he is Jamie’s dad.” 

It appeared that each of the boys was stunned by this news, but none more so than Jamie, but eventually he responded.

“Does this mean I have to get more needles?” was his initial reaction. 

Out of all of the possible responses he could have made to my comment that wasn’t exactly the one I’d been anticipating.  “No, they merely have to swab the inside of your cheek to get the sample, and then they’ll send it off to be tested.”   

“So how did this guy find out you was adoptin’ me?”

“He read about your mother dying in the accident, and while he was reading the article he also discovered she had a son.  The guy used to date your mom, and since the article stated how old you were, he figured you had been born shortly after they’d been together and concluded he might be your father.” 

“Then why didn’t he come see me before?” 

“It was because your mom never told him she was pregnant or that she had a son.  He didn’t find out about you until he read the newspaper article about her death, and that’s when he started looking for you.” 

“So how did he find out where I was?” 

“I guess each of your names was entered into the court database when I petitioned to adopt you, and that’s how he discovered where you were.  It might still end up that he’s not your father, but he wants to do a DNA comparison to see if he is.” 

“I don’t care if he is.  I want you to be my dad, not him.” 

“That may not be an option if the test proves that you’re his biological son.” 

“Even if I don’t want to be his son?” 

“Yes, biological parents have priority, unless they are deemed to be unfit.” 

“Yeah, like my mom,” Glen chimed in.

“Yes, like that,” I confirmed. 

“Then one of the other boys can take the test for me so it will look like he’s not my dad,” Jamie suggested.

“Yeah, I’ll do it for him,” Dakota offered. 

“I’m afraid that won’t work either.” 

“Why not?” Jamie screamed. 

“Because they have a sample of your mother’s DNA as well, so they’d know the DNA sample wasn’t from you.” 

“How come they’ve got her DNA?” 

“They took a sample before she was buried because they thought it might be needed to identify you later.  They feared you might be dead too, since they couldn’t find you anywhere.”   

“Damn, why can’t they just think I’m dead then and leave us alone?”

“They already know you’re alive and living with me, so that’s not an option either.” 

He looked up at me and slowly his face began to scrunch up into a distorted image of his usually smiling self as he began to cry. 

“I don’t want to be his son.  I want you to adopt me and be my dad,” he gasped out between sobs. 

Since he was taking this so badly, I pulled him onto my lap and hugged him against my chest before I responded.  “That may still happen, but you’ll need to take the test first so it can be determined one way or the other.” 

“But what if it shows he’s my dad?” 

“Then he’ll want you to come live with him.  He’s been married for about nine years now, but he and his wife don’t have any children.  If it turns out that you’re his son, then he’d like to raise you and have you become part of his family.” 

“Doesn’t it matter what I want?”

“Unfortunately, no.  Since you’re a minor it becomes your parent’s choice, not yours.” 

“But I want you to be my dad.”

“I know, and I want you to be my son, but you still have to take the test and then we’ll wait to see how it turns out.” 

“Jamie, he only thinks he might be your dad,” Dakota stated, trying to reassure him, “but he doesn’t know that for sure.  It may turn out that he isn’t related and then Dad can still adopt you.” 

“But what if he is my dad?  Then I’ll have to leave all of you to live with him.” 

“Maybe you can just tell him that you’d rather live with us,” Glen suggested.  “He might not want you if he knows you don’t want to live with him.” 

“I can try, but I don’t think it will work,” Jamie sobbed back. 

“I think you boys are putting the cart before the horse, because it still hasn’t been determined if he’s Jamie’s father.” 

“You’re probably right, but that’s a strange way of saying it,” Laine pointed out. 

“Yes, I suppose it is, but it’s an expression my dad used to use when he thought I was getting ahead of myself.  Let me explain.  Before there were cars, people used to travel by horse and wagon, or horse and cart, and the horse pulled the wagon or cart by being in front of it.  It wouldn’t work if you put the wagon or cart before the horse, and that’s where the expression comes from.  My dad had to explain it to me when I was your age too.” 

Shortly after we finished our discussion, the boys decided to watch TV, but Jamie was too upset to enjoy it or anything else, so I merely held him on my lap while the other boys watched what was on.  During the commercials they would try to offer Jamie some words of encouragement, but their efforts weren’t having much of an impact.  When it was time to get ready for bed, I carried Jamie upstairs, undressed him, and then I carried him into the shower.  Dakota joined us so he could help out, and together we washed Jamie before washing each other.  I also had to dry Jamie off, and then I carried him out and laid him on my bed.  I was definitely going to have Jamie sleep with me tonight. 

“Put him in the middle and then we can both cuddle with him,” Dakota suggested when he saw what I was doing.  I thought it was a very good idea, so I moved Jamie’s limp frame over to the center of the mattress.  I wanted him to sleep with me because I was afraid he was going to have nightmares or have trouble sleeping, especially alone, so I decided to do something he liked to help him relax.  I thought it would possibly help him forget about his current problem, at least for a little while, but I mentioned what I was planning to Dakota first.

“Would you mind if I showed Jamie some love tonight to help make him feel better?”    

“No, go ahead and do it.  I feel really bad for him.” 

“Thank you.  That’s very considerate of you.”

I laid down beside Jamie and began to kiss him, in order to let him know that my feelings for him haven’t changed, as well as trying to comfort him.  I wasn’t surprised when he didn’t respond, but I didn’t let that stop me.  I kissed his mouth first, and when he didn’t react and his lips never parted, I merely kissed him all over his face and then I moved down to his neck.  He still wasn’t responding as I kissed that area either, so I moved lower and attacked his nipples next.  I teased the tiny nubs with my tongue before nipping on them playfully with my teeth, and after doing that for a short time I got up and moved down to his feet. 

Once there, I lifted his legs and moved them back to his chest, and then I rimmed his tiny hole the same way that I’d done before.  He would occasionally moan as I was doing this, which told me I was making progress and having an effect.  Encouraged, I did that for a few more minutes and then I lowered his legs before moving between them.  I attacked his tiny scrotum next and used my tongue and lips to give him as much pleasure as possible.  I then began to lick on his tiny spike, which had awakened and was reacting to my efforts even if he wasn’t. 

I continued running my tongue up and down his shaft and around the sensitive helmet, and then I opened my mouth and swallowed it so I could start nodding up and down on it.  Jamie began to moan even more and his hips began to bounce up and down on the mattress, although I wasn’t sure if his actions were totally voluntary or purely instinctive.  Either way, I was doing my best to bring him off. 

I not only increased the suction, but I also increased the speed at which I was bobbing up and down on his erection, and then I heard him grunt as the first string of his boy nectar blasted into my mouth.  I continued my efforts and received a couple more strands, and then I kept sucking on his little fire hose until I’d drained it completely. 

As I was pulling away and letting him enjoy the wonderful feelings that were currently enveloping his slender frame, I noticed that Dakota had a raging boner just from watching us.  I slowly got up, slid off the bed, and walked over to stand beside him next. 

“Since you were being so nice, I’m going to take care of that for you as well,” I said as I tweaked his leaking mast. 

After he laid back, I bent over and started working on him next, the same way I’d just done with Jamie.  Dakota was thrusting his penis in and out of my mouth while his hands were guiding my head up and down on his shaft.  After a number of minutes of this frantic action, his body stiffened and he drove his penis deep into my throat as he blasted the first strands of his boy cream down my gullet.  I pulled back a little so I could capture some of it on my tongue, and that allowed me to enjoy the sweet flavor of his semen.  I carried on like this until he was completely drained, and then I swallowed what I had in my mouth before I pulled away. 

I gave Dakota a kiss before I returned to my side of the bed and crawled into place beside Jamie.  He was sleeping soundly, possibly due to the fact that my efforts had relaxed him to the point where he was able to doze off, for which I was grateful.  I laid on my side facing him as I pulled the sheet up to cover each of us, and then I draped my arm across his chest. 

“Thanks, Dad,” Dakota mumbled as he rolled onto his side and draped his arm across Jamie’s waist. 

“You’re welcome, and consider it a reward for being such a great kid.” 

“I just hope this works out so you can adopt Jamie too,” he added. 

“Me too, but now it’s all up to whomever or whatever has more control over this situation than I have.” 

I then laid my head on the pillow, as I touched both Jamie and Dakota with my arm, and then I drifted off to sleep. 

When I awoke in the morning, both boys were still asleep.  I’d been hoping that if Jamie had felt both Dakota and me holding him during the night it might have kept him from waking up, but it didn’t seem to work out quite as well as I’d hoped.  Regrettably, I felt him thrashing around throughout the night, which told me he probably didn’t have a very restful sleep, but at least he didn’t wake up, so I was grateful we’d had at least that much of an impact. 

I considered getting out of bed and going downstairs so I could start preparing breakfast, but then I didn’t want Jamie to wake up while I was gone.  I merely got up long enough to use the toilet, and then I crawled back into bed as soon as that problem had been taken care of.  Dakota was looking at me as I rolled over to drape my arm across Jamie again, and he spoke when I looked at him.

“Mornin’, Dad.  Aren’t you gonna go downstairs to start fixin’ breakfast for us?” 

“Yes, but I’m going to wait until Jamie wakes up first.  I don’t want to leave him alone.” 

“I’ll stay here with him.” 

“I know, but this is one of those times when I think he needs his dad, and for now that is still me.” 

“Oh, ok.  I understand.” 

It was about fifteen minutes later when we heard a knock on the bedroom door, so I asked Dakota to get up and answer it.  As he was walking there, I suddenly realized we had all gotten into bed naked last night after taking our shower.  We usually put on our underwear first, but last night we didn’t bother to do that.  When Dakota opened the bedroom door he found Glen waiting on the other side. 

“I just wanted to see if you guys were awake,” he said shyly as he glanced over at me.  “Are you gonna be fixing breakfast soon?” 

He was obviously hungry and trying to encourage me without coming out and saying so directly. 

“Yes, when Jamie wakes up.  I don’t want to leave him alone.” 

“I’m awake,” a yawning voice said next to me. 

“I take it our talking and the knock at the door woke you up?” I asked rhetorically.   

“Yeah, but I’m hungry too.” 

“Ok, then what would you like to eat this morning?” 

“Whatever you fix.” 

“Ok, then what would you like me to fix?”

He thought for a minute before he answered.  “Uhhh, do you know how to make omelets?”

“Yes, I do, so what kind would you like?” 

“My mom used to make me cheese omelets once in a while and I liked those a lot.” 

“Ok, I can do that.  I’ll make some home fries too, along with frying up some bacon and sausage links, and then I’ll make each of you boys an omelet.  Ok?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” 

The boys then followed me downstairs after they stopped to empty their bladders first, and I also reminded them to put something on before they came down to eat. 

It took me a while to get everything ready, but the boys were patient and looking forward to this, because it was something I hadn’t fixed for them before.  I gave them the home fries, bacon and sausages first, because I could only make two omelets at a time, but it was still amazingly quiet around the breakfast table.  No one was talking, so it made me wonder if they were afraid they might say something that would make Jamie feel badly or if they just weren’t with it yet, but I didn’t ask.

After I fed the boys and we’d cleared off the table, they headed upstairs, but before they left I asked Jamie a question.  “Would you like to stay down here with me?”

“Nah, I’m gonna go upstairs and play games with the other boys, but thank you for last night.  That helped a lot, especially when you sucked my cock.” 

“Ah, I wasn’t sure you even knew I’d done that.” 

“Yeah, I did, and it was really great.  That’s another reason I want you to be my dad, cuz you know how to make me feel good.”

“It might still happen, so don’t count it out just yet?”

“K, I won’t.  When do I gotta take that test?” 

“I’m going to call Paul to see if he can do it at the police station or if I have to call a lab, but I’ll let you know when we’ll be going to do it.  Either way we’ll have to drive into the city again.” 

“Ok, and thanks for bein’ my dad.”

“It’s been my pleasure and I hope I’ll be able to continue filling that role for you.” 

“You’ll always be my dad, even if I hafta go live with that other guy.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, because you’ll always be my son no matter where you live.” 

As soon as he went upstairs, I took out my phone and called Paul.  He answered almost immediately.

“I already know why you’re calling, because Murray called me first,” he answered.  “And yes, I can swab Jamie’s cheek for you here.  How did he take the news?” 

“Not very well and he cried a lot, but he seems to be handling it a lot better this morning.” 

“I feel badly for the poor kid.  He’s never had a dad, and now that he’s found one and loves him dearly, a stranger comes along and messes things up.” 

“As I told him, we don’t know if it’s messed up yet, but it has thrown a wrench into the machinery.  So would any particular time work best for you?” 

“Whenever it’s good for you, but just let me know when you’ll be here.  I’ll meet with you to do this whenever you want to drive into the city.” 

“Then let’s plan on tomorrow and I’ll try to be there by 10:00.  I’ll have Dakota call you just before we reach the city limits so you’ll have an idea about when we’ll be arriving.” 

“Ok, that sounds fine and I’ll wait for you at the station.  I just hope this guy is not the daddy.”  I instinctively laughed when he said that.  “What’s so funny?” 

“I’m sorry, but it’s just the way you said it.  Do you remember the animated show Dinosaurs from the 90s?  I hope so, because you sounded just like the baby dinosaur when it would look at its father and say ‘not the mama’.”  

“Yes, I remember that.  It’s a very fond memory from my childhood.”

“For me too, and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

After I hung up, I sat alone for a few minutes as I organized my thoughts.  The first thing I needed to do was plan the trip into the city in the morning.  As much as I hated driving there again, because it seemed as if I was doing it quite often now, I figured I might as well complete as many errands as possible while we were there.  I didn’t want to have to go back there again in a few days and hoped the frequency of these trips would eventually diminish after the adoptions were finalized.  I was also considering the other items that were still unfinished as I was doing this. 

Not only would we be waiting on the results of the DNA test, but I’d also be waiting to hear the findings of the advocate’s report and a call from my attorney to notify me of the date and time of the adoption ceremony.  Hopefully, once the adoptions are finalized we’ll be getting a little break until the middle of August, because that’s when Laine will be returning to his family.  This means I’ll also have to make plans to drive him home, as well as enrolling the other boys in school, and getting myself ready to return to work.  It will be a mad rush through the end of the summer, seeing there is still a great deal left to do.

I was just about to head upstairs to check on the boys when the doorbell rang.  I had no idea who it might be, since I wasn’t expecting any deliveries or anyone to visit, and as I got up to see who was there I heard the boys racing to the top of the stairs.  Obviously, they were just being nosy again and wanted to see who had rung the doorbell.  I didn’t say anything and merely opened the door to find a man and a woman waiting on the other side.  As soon as they saw me, the man began to speak. 

“Hello, my name is Rob Meacham and this is Amy Rhodes, and we’re here to inspect the Angel House Residential Center.  I hope we’re at the right place, because there’s no sign out front to indicate if this is the correct location.” 

“Yes, this is the Angel House Residential Center.  I merely try to keep the location somewhat private so I don’t stigmatize those who are currently residing here.  I prefer that people merely think this is a family home so no one will protest it being at this location.  However, I’m afraid I wasn’t expecting you.” 

“Yes, this is an unannounced inspection,” Amy replied.  “Have you posted your occupancy certificate?” 

“Yes, it’s right there,” I answered as I invited them inside and pointed at the frame on the wall.  They both walked over to inspect it. 

“Very good.  It seems to be in order so we’d like you to show us around.” 

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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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