Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2020 16:40:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting a Foster Kid 14

As a point of time reference, the Ayatollah took over Iran in early 1979,
which is referred to in chapter 6 or so. I've have juggled the dates a
little bit for the story but nothing that alters it in any way. N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m

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The next 6 months had been really crazy but not in a bad way, just crazy
busy.

When we went back to school everybody wanted to know what was going on, how
was a I feeling, and all that. Gillette and Charlie got the same
grilling. A few people wondered how it was that the two younglings were
both sick at the same time but that didn't last long. The story about
Charlie being at surfing competition had already made the rounds. Still,
some people like to start shit.

Jeremiah seemed skeptical about the whole thing and he let me know, subtly
of course, that he wasn't buying into it 100% but he didn't press me. He
loved Charlie beyond measure and was just happy as fuck he was back.

It took 3 more full days to get all of the artifacts out of the tunnel and
another day to get them all packed safely in containers. The Smithsonian
offered to transport everything back to DC with the promise that they would
get first choice on purchasing the items, particularly since they were
doing the inventory and the estimates regarding value. Dad agreed but only
on the condition that each member of his family got to pick 1 item for
themselves.

The Smithsonian artifact experts continued to re-assess their initial
estimates on its worth as the stuff kept coming out of the cave.  Although
it was only a guess, it was past 140 million by the time the stuff was all
crated and ready to ship. I have to say I'm not art expert but some of the
stuff was just plain incredible as well as beautiful

Of course we boys fucked, sucked, screamed and creamed every night and
although the screaming was kept to a minimum the creaming wasn't. That
goddamned Charlie was a sex addict, swear to god. Even Gillette fucked him
a couple of times but most of the time it was me fucking Charlie or
Gillette. It was essentially a 3 cum night for all of us and by that I
mean, 3 cums each not altogether. Much as I loved Charlie I was glad when
he went back home so I could recover. Actually, Gillette and I didn't have
sex for 2 days afterwards

My sweet little lover boy declared that it was hot as hell watching me fuck
Charlie and didn't make him jealous, even a little bit. He also thought it
was hot getting fucked while Charlie watched. Of course neither of the boys
just "watched". They were both in there sucking a cock or offering a cock
to be sucked, kissing on me or the other boy, playing with balls or rubbing
an ass even fingering an asshole. Nobody was ever left out and nobody every
complained about things turned out during any given bout.

On one bout Gillette was face down on the bed with his gorgeous little ass
in the air. I stood above him and squatted down and fucked him like
that. Charlie said that standing behind and watching was about the hottest
thing ever.

"Fuck oh dear your guys you can see everything, nothing is hidden. Of
course at one point he had to get on his knees and get is face in there and
stick his out so that my cock was gliding along it while I fucked me
boy. It wouldn't do but what Charlie just had to get fucked like that so
Gillette could see for himself what it looked like. Both boys said it was a
great fuck too. It was for me as well but my legs got tired pretty
quickly. Gillette fucked Charlie that way and I have to say, it was hot as
hell to see. I figured that I'd have to turn Jeremiah on to that position
so he could see it for himself.

Dad pretty much knew that we were sexing up every second we could. On the
4th night he'd come up to say goodnight and none of us were
dressed. Charlie was freaked out a little bit, even though dad had seen him
in briefs with a boner. Gillette encouraged him not to be. "Dad sees us
naked all the time and he knows that Tanner is fucking me Charlie so he
darn well assumes that he's fucking you too. Remember what he said about
the French whorehouse?" Charlie did remember but still, no adult other than
a doctor had seen his plumbing for quite a few years.

When dad came in the bedroom he didn't bat an eyelash. He asked how we were
all doing then made some small talk. He had glanced at Gillette and said,

"It's like your moss is coming in nicely son." In fact, Gillette's hairs
were now visible to anyone looking from a few feet away. "Looks like you
might have grown some too since the last time I checked." Gillette nodded
his head and of course offered a big smile. He was growing that's for sure.

Dad finally stood up, gave each of us a hug and a kiss, Charlie included,
and started out of the room but turned to face us. "We are going to try to
wrap things up tomorrow which means it'll be a very long and busy day. So
don't exhaust yourselves tonight, okay?" He didn't wait for an answer but
continued out of the room.

I looked at Charlie and laughed. The shocked expression on his face was
funny as all hell.

"Told ya," Gillette said with a bit of a smug expression on his face.

We got a Newfie puppy, a girl that we named Zaya. Zeke was neutered so
there would never be a concern about her having puppies. Zeke was thrilled
to tears when we brought Zaya home. He missed his buddy and brother,
Ziggy. We all did. Of course Zaya ruled the roost the second she stepped
foot out of our car. Gillette said he'd take over training her and by gosh
by golly he did just that. Dad got him some books on Newfoundland
Retrievers and books on dog training.

On Halloween there was a big party for all ages at the high school gym and
of course we were all there. Plenty of boys were willing to suck cock or
get sucked so the boys bathrooms were fairly busy most of the time. I knew
damn well some of the male teacher chaperones knew what the scoop was so
didn't bother us. Regardless the boys posted lookouts. Plenty of boys
wanted to watch me and Jeremiah piss so they could see our cocks. When my
friend and I were standing side by side once a younger boy said,

"Fuck, it looks like the snake house at the zoo." An older boy that knew us
was there at the time and said,

"Coach calls them the palomino brothers for a reason." I got my dick sucked
a couple of time and sucked one or two and got some offers to fuck some
boys at some point in the future if I was so inclined. That's an entirely
different story

We got a huge scare 2 days before Thanksgiving. Gillette's social worker
had been stopping by every couple of weeks so her visit wasn't
unusual. That particular visit was unusual. The whole family was home
because school was out for the holiday, even Dede, and after meeting with
Gillette she met with the whole family.

"So, I have some good news," she said. "Gillette, we have a family that
would like to adopt you. They've seen all the records and such things so
have completed all the paperwork are eagerly seeking to give you a
permanent home. What do you think about that?" To say that all of us kids
were blindsided and outraged is an a gross understatement and everybody
started talking at once. Everyone but our parents who, if I had bothered to
notice, were totally quiet and nonplussed.

"Miss Thompson put up a hand and quieted everyone and nodded to Gillette.

 "I don't want to leave here miss. I love it here, I love this family, they
are my family." Tears were starting to form in his eyes, hell in
everybody's eyes.

"Well I am very glad to hear you say that Gillette. This is the family that
wants to adopt you." Gillette just stood there with shock on his beautiful
smooth face. He looked at the parents who had huge grins and nodded their
heads. My mom spoke for them.

"We would very much like you to be a permanent member of the family
Gillette." The room erupted in pandemonium and I have to say the water
works really started then. Gillette practically ran into their arms.

The girls were whooping and hollering and gushing tears like crazy. Even I
couldn't stop crying. The thought of Gillette leaving about broke my
heart. Everybody crowded around them and were hugging him and patting him
on the back and just generally making a scene. Things finally broke apart
and Gillette turned to face me then ran and slammed into me. I scooped him
and hugged the piss out of him, both of us crying.

"Now we will really be brothers Tanner." I wiped the tears from my eyes but
shook my head.

"We've always been brothers Gillette. This is just making it legal." Well
shit fire, the goddamned crying and moaning started all over again with the
girls. My parents and Dede really knew the score and I got a wink from my
sister, a thumbs up from dad and kiss blown from mom.

"So," Miss Thompson said to Gillette, "I guess that's a yes."

"Yes," Gillette practically yelled, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."

"The paper work has all been submitted and will go before the judge in a
couple of week. You'll be notified of the court date. It should all be done
by Christmas" She hugged Gillette and headed toward the door. I heard her
say to mom that she wished all adoptions went so smoothly and had such a
terrific outcome.

That night in bed Gillette and I didn't play sexy at all, which was very
rare. He was just so emotionally drained. He explained to me that it was
difficult for him almost every day, some days hardly at all, and other days
his struggle lasted longer.

"It's not knowing Tanner. Not knowing what's going to happen to me. Will I
be able to stay here, will I have to go away, will someone like my dad show
up. Not like him but like some family member popping up or maybe an enemy
of his that wants revenge, shit like that." Given that Gillette pretty much
only cursed when we were having sex, his language gave me an idea of the
depth of what it must be like for him.

"It's not like I ever felt like anybody wished I wasn't here or that I
don't feel loved and wanted, but my life has always had this big questions
mark. What next" And when? Now I don't feel like that. I have a family and
being asked if I want to be a legal member of the family is really a big
deal for me. And I am being asked not told. Plus it's safe. I've always
known my dad was a psycho, even when I was a little boy I knew there was
something not right about him. So now all that's gone and even if some
family member shows up and wants to fuck my life up somehow, there's
nothing they can do about it except kill me. Like that would happen."

He went on, there was more but that was the gist of it. I just held him and
listened. We had lay facing each other while he talked and when he was done
he melted into my arms to held even tighter.

"When Miss Thompson said a family wanted to adopt you," I said softly, "my
heart broke. I've never felt hurt so bad in my life, emotionally I
mean. The thought of you leaving, of not being here, was like I got stabbed
right through the heart." I backed up enough so we could see each other's
face in the dim light from our outside yard light.

"You know how you've said to dad that what you feel isn't boy sex, it's
real and it isn't going to change when you get older. You told me you are
going to stay with me until one of us dies of old age." Gillette nodded his
head.

"I've never felt that like. I don't mean to say that I don't love you and
want to be with you but I've never really had a vision of us growing old
together. I've always liked girls and I still do. If I looked at the
future, which isn't often, I see a wife and kids. I've wondered about
taking my son to baseball games or a daughter to ballet lessons, that sort
of thing. When I see how dad deals with various family problems I wonder if
I'll be able to do it as good as he does. I've never spent a lot of time
thinking about these things but I think most kids do from time to time."

"After today, I'm not so sure Gillette. Today when we all thought you would
be going away I thought I would die. I couldn't imagine living without you
next to me, in my bed, on the baseball field, in the cave. That little
moment of less than a minute flipped my whole life around. Yesterday if
someone asked me, I'd say I'd grow up get a job get married have kid's and
all that. Today my would be "I don't know." Tears started forming in
Gillett's eyes.

"I know that my vision of life isn't the same as yours Tanner and I don't
think about it at all. But hearing you say that it might be feels so
good. If it works out that way it'll be great. I'm not going to hope on it
and dream on it though. I'm gonna wait and see." That said he kissed me
hard on the mouth.

"Thank you for telling me that Tanner."

We had a lot to be thankful for on that Thanksgiving and the meal of course
was one of celebration and jubilation. We kids even got to toast with
champagne. Everybody in the family was so thrilled that Gillette was going
to be a forever part of our family and of course so was Gillette. There was
more with Gillette than that, however.

In the middle of December dad said that a lawyer was coming out to the
house to talk about Jack's will and believe me, Dad was just as surprised
as the rest of us were. He showed up right after lunch on a Friday so
Gillette and I got out of school for a half day. The guy was young, very
sharply dressed in a 3 piece suit, had a gold watch on his wrist and
carried a very fancy briefcase and while seeming to be a nice guy Gillette
and I got the impression that he thought he was better than most people on
the planet.

"So you are Gillette Sampson, son of Jack Sampson and you are 12 years
old?" It was a statement not a question.

"Not for long," Gillette said. He clearly had stung the prick.

"I'm sorry," the lawyer said, clearly confused. Gillette quickly clarified

"Not for long will I be a Sampson and he won't be my dad. I will be a Goin
and this is my dad and brother." I felt a lump of pride right in Gillette
right then, not that I hadn't before, it was just a big pride moment.

"I see," the guy said. "Well, regardless of that you are Mr. Sampson's only
immediate family member mentioned in his will and as such are his rightful
heir." It turned out that Jack did have an apartment in New York and a
house on Antigua although neither were anything big and fancy, just sort of
regular. He also had a half million dollars in a swiss bank and that wasn't
regular. Dad didn't appear to be shocked although Gillette was.

Less than a week after that a man and woman showed up at the house.  The
short version was that he claimed to be Jack's brother, Jack had owed him
some 25 thousand dollars and he wanted it or he'd sue. Dad looked at him
calmly.

"Do you know who I work for," my dad asked him. The guy got all huffy and
said it didn't matter, he'd ruin dad's life for him. Dad smiled.

"Do you know what a DDO is?" Again, the guy shook his head and said it
didn't matter.

"Deputy Director of Operations," dad said.

"So what, it doesn't matter," the guy huffed.

"CIA," dad said. The guys eyes got wide. Saying you worked for the CIA gave
an impression to most people that you were dangerous, that the entire
government was on your side and so you just didn't fuck with people who
claimed to work for them.  But still the guy bluffed and blustered.

"Are you threatening me," he said with faux outrage but even I could tell
he'd lost some wind from his sails.

"Not at all," dad said, "just providing you with information to help you
assess your situation and aid in your decision making process. Come with me
for a second". They walked off about 20 feet, dad's arm across the guys
shoulder and leaned close to his head. Then the guy turned and all but ran
to his car and they took off.  Dad came over to us. He could see the
questioning expression on both our faces.

"I asked him how his wife would respond to some pictures of him and a 14
year old girl named Claire going into a motel in Denver on 3 different
occasions." Dad laughed at the expressions of shock on our faces.

"We started looking into Jack and his life after your mom died
Gillette. We'd been looking for him but couldn't find him so we did some
investigative work. The fact is that there was a step brother but they were
never close. Naturally we delved into his life as well and the underage
girl is only part of what we found, there are other things. Regardless, we
won't be hearing from him any time soon, if ever."

The day after Thanksgiving Gillette and I were out dropping hay for our
horses. Basically we cut the baling lines in the back of the power wagon
and I idled along while Gillette peeled of big square hunks and tossed them
into the field, the horses trailing along behind us. We sat in the cab with
the heater going just watching them eat, not talking. Then all of a sudden
Gillette was all but in my lap.

"We haven't had sex much for 4 days Tanner," my lover boy said. "Why don't
you slide on over her and love on me a little bit." I looked over at him
and smiled and slid over. We starting kissing then really making out like
crazy.

"Let's take our jackets off," Gillette suggest so we did, then went back to
making out. Both of us had our hands at the front of each other's jeans and
it seemed like at the same time we went for buttons. Once opened we shoved
our hands down inside and began feeling the other's boners.

"I gotta get my pants down Gillette," I finally said. Me with a boner with
clothes on and in a sitting position isn't a good thing. So we each shoved
our jeans and briefs down to our ankles and went back at it. It didn't take
long before we got to cock sucking. Gillette went first, sliding down the
seat and getting his mouth over my cock. He had gotten pretty good and
handling my meat, able to take almost half of it without choking. I spread
my legs as wide as I could so he had room to work. Sitting in that old
truck out in the middle of a field in late November and seeing Gillette's
head bobbing between my legs was just plain incredible.

"Fuck I love sucking your cock Tanner," he said in a husky voice when he
took a break. He rubbed my cock alongside his cheek, moaning softly as
though it was fine silk he was feeling on his face. He went back down on
me, suckling and playing with my balls.

He finally had to stop so sat up and leaned against the passenger door with
his legs spread wide, shirt pulled up and his rock hard cock standing tall
and proud in front of his taut belly. I leaned over and breathed in the
fragrance from his crotch. I loved the smell of my own balls and I loved
the smell of Gillette's crotch just as much. I looked him over, proud of
the little sprouts of hair that trying real hard to grow. His smooth balls
were at full hang between his legs and I could almost year the young sperms
in there clamoring to get out.

I took hold of him and stroked him a couple times then leaned down and
licked on his balls a little bit before taking his boner into my mouth and
sucking him. I bobbed my head in his lap, taking his entire cock into my
mouth before backing off. After sucking him a bit I took my mouth away and
peeled his foreskin back and licked all over his red swollen cock head.

"Oh god oh fuck Tanner I love having you doing my dick like this," he
panted. Gillette's breathing was starting get faster and I knew that he
wasn't far away from telling me I needed to fuck him. I wondered how since
the cab of the truck was most definitely not the easiest place to fuck in.
I went back to sucking his cock again, all the while fondling his smooth
young balls and gently tugging on the sperm making eggs. It finally came

"Oh man Tanner I need your big cock in my butt. "

"How we gonna do this Gillette." Indeed it would take some gymnastics, even
if we were full on naked.

"I got an idea Tanner," Gillette said with a sly grin. "Come on." He tugged
his pants and briefs up and got out of the truck so I followed.

"I'm gonna lean against the truck and you can fuck my cute little butt
standing up and we'll still have our clothes on."

Interestingly enough, we had never fucked like that before. We sort of
tried in my shower but it was really tight. Plus we'd never fucked with all
our clothes on; we never needed to. Gillette pulled a small plastic bottle
from his pocket.

"Weiner slider," he said as he popped the cap. He quickly began smearing
his asshole and handed me the bottle so I could slather my cock, which I
did. Done, Gillette leaned against the fender of the truck with his jacket
and shirt hiked up to expose his delicious little lily white ass.

I moved up to him and ran my hand between his legs and felt on his hanging
nuts for a second then rubbed a finger across his puckered hole before
slipping a finger inside of him. I hadn't meant to stay long, only give him
a little taste.

"Peel open a cheek Gillette," I commanded and stepped up, holding my cock
down. I elected to push open his other cheek, kept my jacket up out of the
way by tucking what I could under my chin. My jeans and briefs were around
my ankles too. I had to squat down some to get inside of him but found the
hole, prodded and wiggled my dick while pushing and eventually the muscle
gave way and my cock went into him.

"Don't stop Tanner, I need your cock in me real bad," he said. I did as I
was asked and slipped the entire thing up his butt, or at least as much as
I could get in that position, which was most of it. Gillette sighed heavily
as I filled his canal, stretching his asshole wide open. He let go of his
butt cheek and crossed the arm over the other one and lay his head on
them. I held onto his hips and started to fuck him.

It was kind of fun, exciting although my ass was getting chilled. The
outside temperature was probably 40°, certainly no more than 45°, and
could easily have been less than 40°. Part of the fun was being outside,
part of it was standing up, and a big part of it was we were practically
fully clothed. Being clothed but with our pants and briefs down gave it a
sort of a taboo feel, a nasty feel. We were dirty boys fucking outside and
being sneaky.

I got a good rhythm going, fucking my cock up into Gillette's tight little
ass. I was bent at the knees in order to do the job so we were practically
standing upright. I was good for a couple of minutes but my legs started to
burn a little bit.

"Maybe you could, like, push your ass back Gillette," I said, "or step back
a little. He elected to do both, the stepping back automatically pushing
his ass out. Gillette asked if that was better.

"Oh yeah, much better. I can fuck you good and hard," I said. And I did. I
wasn't going straight into him but close enough that I could get a good
steady head of steam going. I began to fuck him harder, slamming my cock
into him. I raised my head a little and my jacket and shirt dropped but it
didn't impeded my progress.

"God I love you fucking me Tanner," Gillette groaned. "I love feeling your
big cock going sliding in and out of my butthole. If it had a face it would
smiling." Gillette could come up with the oddest things when he was way up
into a fog of hotness.

I was fucking Gillette hard enough that it was moving his body, causing his
upper body to sort of rock on his folded arms. He finally dropped and arm
down between his legs. I could feel his fingers as he found his asshole and
thus my cock, letting his fingers roam around the muscle a little
bit. Feeling my cock rub against his fingers made me even hotter.

He finally moved his hand and I could tell that he was jacking off. How
could he not. I knew that his cock was hard as stone and let's face it,
leaving your boner alone just isn't an option when there are no compelling
reasons not to touch yourself. And there weren't.

"I'm gonna cum soon Tanner, I can feel it." I was getting close as well and
I said so. That was when I became aware of the noise. Remember, we were
practically in the middle of nowhere. There wasn't a highway within 5 miles
of us, not even a road within 3 miles. Commercial jets would be more than
20 thousand feet above us, probably even higher. There weren't a lot of
treed anywhere near us so leaves or limbs to wave in the wind. Hell, there
wasn't any breeze to speak of.

It started as a low buzz and I realized that it was a small plane, single
engine most likely. I glanced around as it became more noticeable but
didn't see it. I was too close to cumming so I didn't really care. Besides
it would be high enough that we would really only be dots to the pilot. So
I thought.

"What the hell is that Tanner; an airplane?" I kept on slamming my cock
into him and mumbled a yeah.

"Tough shit," he said, "Don't stop, keep fucking me I'm really close to
squirting. I renewed my effort. The plane grew louder and I identified that
it was coming from behind us and off to our right side. And then it zoomed
past us no more than 100 yards away and probably 20 feet off the ground. It
looked like it was going to land but didn't and quickly rose back into the
sky. I watched it for a minute but then Gillette started cumming.

I felt his asshole constrict on my cock as he pulsed out his sperm. It took
me over the edge and I started pumping jet after jet of hot jizz into
him. I hadn't cum for 3 days or so, very much a rarity in my life,
especially once Gillette and I started having sex.

"Oh fuck Tanner I can feel your sperm shooting into my butt. Oh shit."
Gillette was pushing his ass backwards as if to get more of my cock deeper
into his ass. I held on tight to his hips, ground my ass in circles then
went back to fucking him.

I noticed that the plane was making a wide turn away from us but didn't pay
much attention until I realized it was coming back around. My orgasm was
finally on the wan but I didn't want to leave the warm tightness of my boy
lover's hole so I didn't.

So what if the plane did come back around. The really couldn't see anything
but bare legs and maybe some of my bare ass. Gillette and I were wearing
bulky winter jackets and knit winter beanies which were covering our ears
and almost our eyebrows. Gillette's blonde hair was sticking out so I would
guess that anyone in the plane would think it was a guy fucking his girl
out there. Who would give a shit anyway.

I was just getting ready to pull out when the plane went by again, closer
to us this time and a little lower. We glanced over the pilot had his arm
out the window giving us a thumbs up. I waved back at him. The plane stayed
low and level for a 400 yards or so then lifted up and swung wide to the
left but kept going.

I pulled out of Gillette and we both quickly got our pants back up. Not
because of the plane but because it was fucking cold. We then hugged and
kissed deeply.

"That was awesome Tanner," my boy panted, his warm breath visible in the
cold air. "We gotta do this again. What was the deal with the plane?" I
said I didn't know and didn't much care.

As a young adult I would get my pilot's license and would learn that the
plane that saw us was likely a student and instructor and they were
practicing emergency landings. What happens is the instructor cuts the
power to the engine and the student has to find a safe place to put the
plane down. They don't land it but the student has to make like he would
land it. Interestingly enough my instructor told me about doing a lesson
with a student one time and catching a guy fucking his girl up against a
truck out in a field in the middle of nowhere.

"No shit," I said. How I managed to keep a straight face, I'll never know.

"True story," he said. When I eventually told Gillette about that he howled
for 5 minutes, wiping the tears from his eyes.

My parents had been planning on taking us to Hawaii for Christmas that year
and the discovery of the artifacts didn't change that. Well, it didn't
change the overall plan but it did change the mode of transportation as
well as our hotel accommodations. The CIA was going to shuttle us over and
back on one of their smaller private jets. Back then the government could
get away with that sort of stuff. Besides, it was the CIA after all, but it
was also being done under the auspices of business for my father who would,
in theory, spend some time meeting with officials in their Pacific Mission
Center.

In early December the Smithsonian sent a private jet to Fresno to shuttle
us to DC in order for our family to each pick out an artifact, as had been
agreed on. The plane was a 727 corporate jet and was decked out like a
house with chairs, sofas, small conference table which also served as a
dining area and 3 small bedrooms. We had two flight attendants who waited
on us hand and foot.

We stayed in a block of rooms at the Hay Adams, got a private tour of the
museum which lasted an entire day, did a complete tour of DC, and had lunch
with President Carter who seemed genuinely pleased to meet us. He offered
Gillette a sincere apology for the loss of his father and then a hearty
congratulations for the discovery of the hoard of artifacts. We all got
individual photos with the president as well as family photos

We got to pick out our artifacts which were limited to small figurines, of
which there were hundreds. Later on dad told me that the Smithsonian had
offered him 30 million dollars for a small part of the collection which
admittedly was worth close to 40 million. Dad told them how about 28
million and the Smithsonian transport us to Hawaii and back on their
corporate jet, which was a no brainer for them, and which they readily
agreed to. That was how Gillette and I became members of the mile high club
on December 21st, my 15th birthday.

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