Date: Tue, 29 May 2007 18:13:10 -0500
From: Morris Henderson <bigmoh@post.com>
Subject: Loving Luiz - Part 3

This story is entirely fiction.  By describing the love and sex between a
man and a teen boy, the author does not advocate such behavior.  If you
are offended by or if it is not legal for you to read such material, leave
now.

Chapter Seven
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   At about 2:00 the next day, I received a phone call at work. "Mr. Jacob
Simpson?" the male voice inquired.
   "Yes. Can I help you?"
   "This is Captain Mahoney of the Pacific Beach police. We have your
nephew."  I was confused because I had no nephews in the area and was
about to say so when the Captain continued. "Luiz Loberto is your nephew,
sir?"
   Oh my God! Luiz! "What's happened? Is he all right?"
   "He's upset and keeps asking for you but other than that, he's fine.
Can you come to the station?"
   "What happened? Why is he there?" I asked with panic obvious in my
voice.
   "Just a misunderstanding. I can explain when you get here. It's not
serious, the boy is all right but because he's so upset I don't want to
release him."
   "I'll be there within half an hour. Tell Luiz not to worry, please,
that I'm on my way." I hung up and immediately left work. I didn't ask my
boss for permission to leave. I just announced that I was leaving for a
family emergency. Before he had time to inquire what the emergency was,
I was headed for the door.
   I worried about Luiz throughout my drive to the police station. I knew
of his fear of authorities, particularly police, and dreaded to think of
the torment he was going through. I pulled into the police station's
parking lot less than twenty minutes later, parked, and ran into the
building. The receptionist was startled at my harried entrance and may
have thought she faced a nut case with a grudge against police. "I'm
Jacob Simpson," I almost shouted. "Where is my nephew?"
   "Your nephew?" she asked.
   "Yes. He's here. He needs me. I need to see him. NOW." I'm afraid
I was sounding like the nut case she may have thought me to be.
   "Calm down," she urged. "What is your nephew's name?"
   "Luiz. Luiz Loberto. Captain Mahoney says he's here."
   "Just a moment, sir. I'll page Captain Mahoney."
   During the five minute wait for Captain Mahoney -- that seemed like an
eternity -- my only thoughts were of Luiz in custody of the people he
feared.
   A stocky, middle-aged man in uniform came through a door into the
reception area. "Mr. Simpson? I'm Captain Mahoney."
   "Where's Luiz? I demanded. I want to see him."
   "He's with an officer in our conference room. There's no need for
concern.  He's all right and you can take him home but first I want to
talk to you."
   "We can talk later," I said. "I must see Luiz now."
   "Mr. Simpson, he's fine," the Captain repeated although it did not
alleviate my concerns. "Let's go into my office for a few minutes." It was
not a suggestion; it was almost a command. I followed him down a hallway
and into his office where he closed the door. I suppose I appeared to be
still agitated because the Captain said, "There's really no need to be
concerned.  Your nephew is not in trouble." I was somewhat relieved that
he was not in trouble but I still worried because I knew of Luiz's fear of
police and being sent back to Mexico. "Let me explain," the Captain
continued. "An officer on routine patrol spotted you nephew. She thought
he closely matched the description of a boy who had just stolen some beer
from a carryout. She approached the boy but, when the boy saw her, he ran.
Thinking that was suspicious behavior, she gave chase. He probably would
have eluded her except that he stumbled and fell. He was not hurt in the
fall but the officer was able to catch up to him. She reports that she
grabbed him by the arm and he immediately began fighting and kicking her.
He was also screaming at her in Spanish. By the way, the officer is fluent
in Spanish and described his language as ... shall we say ... not the kind
to be used in polite company.  By the time he was placed in the back of
the cruiser, he had stopped fighting and begun to cry. He cried all the
way to the station. He has settled down now but he is still upset over
something.  He refuses to tell us why.  That's why we called you. Is there
any reason why he would run from a police officer?"
   There was, of course, but I didn't want to risk telling him the real
reason.  For all I knew, the Captain would notify INS if he knew the real
reason. Trying to think fast, I gave a modified version. "His mother was my
sister.  She married a Mexican national and moved to Mexico.  She died in
Mexico years ago. He father recently died. He has no family but me. I'm
his only uncle.  I've been caring for him. Because he's an orphan, he is
deathly afraid of being put into an orphanage. He's heard stories of how
teen boys are treated in orphanages and it scares him. I've taken him in
to care for him because I don't want him abandoned to the system. I think
he ran because he's afraid of all authority figures. He was just trying to
get back home, the only place where he feels really safe."
   "Thanks," the Captain said. "That seems to explain things. We can go
see the boy now."
   Walking further down the hall, Captain Mahoney ushered me into a
conference room. Luiz saw me, ran to me, threw his arms around me, and
began to cry. I hugged him back, thanking the heavens above that we were
together again. As Luiz and I held tightly to each other, Captain Mahoney
said, "I'm not a lawyer and I'm not speaking officially, Mr. Simpson, but
I suggest that you consider legal guardianship if you want the boy to stay
with you. It will prevent all kinds of difficulties in the future."
   A thought then took root in my mind. I sat Luiz down and sat next to
him, saying, "Luiz. You're not in trouble. You've done nothing wrong.
Nothing.  Captain Mahoney here has explained to me what happened. Now
I want you to look at the situation from the police officer's viewpoint. If
you were a police officer and a boy ran away from you, what would you
think?" Luiz just looked at me so I continued. "Wouldn't that seem
suspicious? Might you think that the boy had done something wrong? The
officer was just doing what she thought was right. She thought you looked
like a boy who had stolen something. But you didn't. They know that now."
Luiz continued to look at me but I felt he understood what I was saying.
Just as important, I wanted Captain Mahoney to hear what I was saying.
"Would you like to apologize to Captain Mahoney?"
   Luiz looked at the standing Captain. I could sense that he was still
afraid of the uniform but he said, "Sorry." Turning immediately to me, he
said, "Can we go now?"
   Luiz clung to me all the way out of the building and to my car. As we
drove out of the parking lot, he said, "I'm sorry, Jake. I'm really sorry.
Not for running away from the police but for making you come get me."
   "Running from the police is a mistake, Luiz. But I can understand why
you did. What I don't understand is the language you used when the
officer caught you. I'm not mad at you, I just don't understand."
   Luiz turned red with embarrassment. "I was scared, Jake. I wasn't
thinking about anything but getting sent back to Mexico. It just came
out." He thought for a moment and added, "When I was little, in Mexico, I
had some friends who used that kind of language. I guess I used it to be
like them.  Papa heard me once and got really mad. He said that if I
didn't want to be treated like a ... I don't know the English word but
it's a tough guy who gets in trouble ... I should use proper language.
When we came to America, he insisted that I learn English so people
here would treat me with respect. That's why I've tried so hard to speak
English -- to make Papa proud of me and so other people will like me."
   "Now I understand," I said.
   About five wordless minutes later, Luiz said, "I told a lie, Jake. I
told the police you were my uncle. Was that wrong?"
   "No," I said. "It was a lie but not a big one. In fact, I think it was
very clever of you to say that I was your uncle. Better than saying that
we are a couple of gay lovers." I winked at Luiz and he just grinned.  It
was satisfying to see an expression on his face other than fear.
   "I told a lie, too," I said.  I then related what I had told the Captain
-- claiming that Luiz's mother was my sister and that I was his only uncle.
"So we both told lies," I concluded.  "But sometimes we have to tell
little lies.  It's okay if nobody is hurt by the lie and telling the lie
prevents somebody from being hurt."
   Luiz thought about that for some time and then said, "Suppose
somebody is sad, lonely, and in trouble.  Suppose -- just to make them
feel better, you say you love them when you really don't.  That would be
a lie, wouldn't it?"
   The concern underlying his remarks were obvious.  I pulled the car
over to the curb and stopped.  I put my hand on his shoulder, which was
as much as I could do without one of us unbuckling our seat belts.  "Luiz,"
I began.  "You were sad and troubled when we met.  When your father
died, you were even more sad and lonely.  I said then that I loved you.
It was not a lie.  I loved you then.  I love you even more now.  I've never
lied to you and I never will."
   He kissed my hand and said, "I love you, too, Jake."
   No more was said as I completed the drive home.  As we pulled into
the parking lot of my apartment complex, Luiz said, "Thank you for
understanding, for not being mad."
    I parked the car, put on the brake, bent over to him, and planted a
quick, juicy kiss on his lips. That put a smile on his face. His ordeal
was over. "Yuck!" I exclaimed. "I just kissed a mouth that uses dirty
language." That changed his smile into a laugh.
   "Yeah, mister." he shot back. "You just kissed a mouth that sucks your
cock." Then we both laughed heartily.
   When we entered my apartment, I suggested that Luiz shower and
change his clothes. He wanted to know why. "Because your pants got dirty
when you fell and because you got all sweaty when you ran. You stink."
   He giggled and ran down the hall towards the bedroom and bathroom.
While he was showering, I ordered pizza for supper. Twenty minutes later,
I saw Luiz walking down the hall toward the living room with a towel
around his waist. "You didn't say what to change into," he chuckled. "I
thought this might give you some ideas."
   "Indeed it does," I said. "But the pizza delivery guy will be here any
minute and I don't want to share you with him. I'll have you all to myself
for dessert." The doorbell rang as if on cue and I said, "Better hide that
beautiful body of yours while I get rid of the pizza guy."
   He scampered down the hallway. I paid for the pizza and called Luiz to
come have supper. We had our fill of pizza while reviewing, once again,
what to do and say if stopped by a police officer. He agreed to use my
version of the story I'd given to Captain Mahoney and, if necessary, to
have the police call me.
   After clearing the table, -- Luiz had eaten his half of the pizza and
some of mine -- I went into the living room, closed the window drapes,
and sat in the armchair. Luiz was right behind me.
   "Come here," I said in a seriously authoritative voice. "Inspection
time.  I have to be sure that you don't stink anymore." He walked over
and stood in front of me. "Bend over. I want to smell your hair." He did.
"Umm. Nice.  Raise your arms above your head." He giggled and
complied. I dramatically sniffed at both armpits, adding a little tickling
as I did so. "Good enough," I said. "Did you wash inside your belly
button?" I buried my nose into his navel while he continued to giggle.
"Smells nice," I said thoughtfully. "I wonder how it tastes." I buried my
tongue in his navel and licked all around.  "Tasty!" I declared. "But what
are you covering up with that towel? What are you hiding from me? You
know I have to conduct a complete inspection.
   Luiz was completely caught up in the game and said, "Oh no, sir. It's
not nice to look at somebody's penis."
   "Nonsense!" I declared sternly. "An inspection must be thorough. Get
rid of that towel or you will automatically fail the inspection." He
dropped the towel to the floor exposing his flaccid cock hanging gently
down from his jet-black pubes. "Stand up on the seat of my chair," I
commanded. "I must inspect everything closely." He climbed up onto the
chair, held on to my shoulders for support, and put his crotch within
inches of my face. "This is the most important part, the part that is
easiest to fail in the inspection. Just looking won't do. Smelling is not
good enough. The tongue is the best way to determine if you're clean down
here."
   I immediately wrapped my lips around his soft cock and tickled it with
my tongue. His cock began to respond soon thereafter. I enjoyed feeling
his cock swell in my mouth as much as he must have enjoyed my oral
fondling. When his cock was completely rigid, I withdrew my mouth to let
it stand pointing to the ceiling. A drop of precum appeared from the half-
covered head. "Well done, my boy," I said officiously. "You have passed
inspection.  You may go now."
   "Jake!" he yelled. "You're teasing me again." He thrust his hips toward
my face and I eagerly began sucking him. I grabbed his ass cheeks and
squeezed them gently. By moving my hands back and forth, he picked up
the rhythm and started to fuck my mouth. I spread his cheeks and slipped
a finger into his crack. When I found his hairless little pucker, I gently
rubbed it with the expected reaction from my boy lover. He first gasped
and then moaned before filling my mouth with several blasts of cum. He
collapsed into my lap before I had a chance to siphon the residual drops
of cum from his cock. I wrapped my arms around the naked boy and held
him until he had fully recovered.
   Eventually, he asked, "Why did you play with my bum?"
   "I thought you might enjoy it. Did you?"
   "Oh yes. It felt wonderful."
   "There are more wonders ahead," I said. He didn't ask what they might
be but I suspected he knew. Whether he knew or not, it was going to be
quite a voyage of pleasure.
   That night, we enjoyed a long evening in bed. Luiz insisted on giving
me the attention that I had not received after dinner although not in the
chair where I had drained his balls. I was amazed at how quickly he had
become proficient in arousing me, maintaining my arousal, and bringing
me to an electrifying climax. He was a virgin when he came into my life
but easily acquired the skills of an experienced lover.
   Throughout the time he was attending to me, he remained hard. I
envied his staying power as I remembered how I could do the same when
I was his age. After recovering from my orgasm, I turned my attention to
Luiz. It was something that, in its way, was just as gratifying and his
ministrations on me.  I admired his beautiful body and took great pleasure
in exploring it. Even more satisfying, however, was the knowledge that Luiz
so thoroughly enjoyed my efforts.
   When I worked my way down his torso to his crotch, I noticed a sizable
pool of precum had formed beneath the head of his cock. I scooped it up
with a finger and spread it around the head of his cock that was poking
out of his foreskin. He seemed to enjoy it, as I expected he would, and I
continued to rub his sensitive cock head in slow circles. His shaft would
jerk, his hips would buck slightly, and he was moaning in delight. I
reached down with my other hand to spread his legs.  He spread them
wide at my first touch to his thigh. I took that as an invitation, put a
finger on his hole, and began to tickle it softly, which made him moan more
loudly.
   "Oh Jake," he murmured. "That feels so good. But if I don't cum soon,
I'm going to go crazy."
   I took his cock into my mouth and could feel the head pressing against
the back of my throat. In less than a minute, he screamed and filled my
mouth with his precious cream. He collapsed and was trembling slightly
while I sucked the remaining drops of cum from him.
   I laid down beside him and waited for him to recover. When his
breathing returned to normal and he opened his eyes, I kissed him. His
tongue went immediately into my mouth, as I expected, and I let a portion
of his cum that I had saved in my mouth flow into his. He jerked in
surprise. "Hey," he exclaimed.
   "Remember when you swallowed my cum and you said that I was a part
of you inside? Well, now our cum is blended inside you. Just like you and
me.  You and I are together. Nobody can separate us."
   "That's sweet," he said.
   "More like salty than sweet," I said.
   He laughed and said, "Okay. But it's still delicious."
   Eventually, we rolled over. Luiz spooned into my back with his arm
across me and his flaccid cock pressed against my ass. Luiz fell asleep
first. My last thoughts before falling asleep centered on doing something
that would avoid another situation in which Luiz would be fearful of our
being separated or, worse, being deported.

Chapter Eight
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   The next day at work, I explained my abrupt departure by saying that my
"nephew" had fallen and was hurt. That much was true. He had fallen and
he was hurting if only emotionally. My boss expressed his surprise that I
had a nephew in the area and I gave him the essential details of the story
I had made up at the police station. Fortunately, he didn't probe for more
details.
   For the next few days, I explored various options for ensuring that Luiz
would be safe from any inquisitive authorities. I consulted with a friend
at work who recommended a lawyer who was experienced in immigration
law and I made an appointment to see him. I went to the appointment with
as many relevant documents as there were in the papers Luiz had brought
from his father's apartment. I explained to the lawyer, Fredrico Lopez,
the situation: an orphan boy of 14 abandoned in this country when his
undocumented father was killed. I had been caring for him and wanted to
provide him with a permanent home.  He examined the documents I had
brought with me and then asked some questions, most of which I had
anticipated and was prepared to answer.
   "Does the boy want to live with you?"
   "Yes. He's said many times that he is happy staying with me, that he
wants to remain in this country, and he frequently worries about being
sent back to Mexico where he has no family and would be confined in an
institution for the next four years."
   "Does the boy attend school?"
   "No but he spends most days in the library studying independently. His
father coached him until he was killed. I tutor him in the evenings."
   "Does he have any physical or psychological impairments?"
   "None. He's healthy and remarkably mature for his age."
   "Are you financially able to provide adequate support?"
   "Yes. I have a good job, my expenses are reasonable, and I have almost
$10,000 in savings."
   "Are you emotionally prepared to assume responsibility for the boy?"
   "Without a doubt. As I said, he's very mature. He's very bright. He has
never been in trouble and has a keen sense of values. He's very
responsible and I don't expect he will be any trouble."
   "Will the boy have his own bedroom?"
   That was a question I expected but dreaded and I was prepared with an
answer.  "Not yet but I plan to move into a two-bedroom apartment so Luiz
will have privacy and a place of his own."
   "Then he's sleeping with you now?"
   The questions were getting uncomfortably close to something that I
couldn't reveal. "Temporarily...until I'm sure that he will be allowed to
stay with me."
   "Pardon my asking," the lawyer said, "but there are questions that
might arise if there is any hearing or legal investigation of your case.
Tell me about any arrangements or behavior -- yours or the boy's -- that
might be construed as inappropriate."
   I feigned a look of indignation and said with what I hoped was the
right amount of emphasis, "I understand what's behind your question, Mr.
Lopez, and I can assure you that there is no behavior in the bedroom
beyond nightly prayers and sleeping. I hug Luiz from time to time but only
to comfort him. He has suffered a tragedy with the loss of his mother and
then his father. He needs to know that somebody cares for him. Any
thoughts of molesting a minor are repugnant."
   "I apologize again for the implications of the question," he said. "But
you should know that questions of that kind are likely to arise. I would
advise you to find another apartment as soon as possible to give the boy
his own sleeping room. That will be mandatory if the courts are to grant
permission for him to stay with you. Further, I would suggest that you
explore enrolling him in school. His non-citizen status should not be an
obstacle. Finally, I must ask you if you have a passport."
   "A passport?" I asked incredulously.
   "Yes. You may have to travel to Mexico and deal with the authorities
there.  That is ... and I neglected to ask ... are you willing to accept
legal guardianship or even adopt the boy if it comes to that?"
   "Absolutely. Anything I can do to get the boy through his current
problems and see him develop his potential."
   "Good. I admire your willingness to help the boy. Can you come back
and bring the boy with you? I'd like to meet him and ask him some
questions."
   "Of course. Does that mean you'll help? Will Luiz be able to stay?"
   A concerned look flashed across his face, which was not a good sign.
"I'll do what I can but I won't deceive you. It's a difficult situation.
You're a single man and that's just the first barrier ... and a big one.
We'll have to deal with the U.S. government for residency status and
Children's Services at the local level.  We'll likely have to deal with
Mexico to permit any guardianship or adoption.  There are a lot of things
that can go wrong along the way. In that case, the boy will no doubt be
sent back to Mexico. In light of that, do you still want to proceed?"
   "Yes. I appreciate your honesty about my chances for success. And I
have to be honest with you. I will not permit him to be returned to
Mexico. That would destroy the boy. I'll do whatever I have to do to
prevent that whether it's legal or not."
   Lopez looked at me sternly and said, "Fortunately, what you've said
is protected by attorney-client privilege but I am obligated to warn you
not to break any laws."
   Looking him straight in the eye, I said, "If I must break the law to
ensure the welfare of the boy, I will not hesitate to do so."
   Having made copies of Luiz's documents, Mr. Lopez ushered me out
of the office and asked his secretary to make a follow-up appointment.
   I drove home more apprehensive about the prospects of caring for Luiz
than before my visit to the lawyer. I worried about what and how to tell
Luiz of the lawyer's comments.

Chapter Nine
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   That night, after dinner, Luiz and I discussed what he had found in the
library.  I helped him through some math, which he still struggled with.
About 9:30, he asked, "Can we get in bed now, Jake?"
   "We'll go to bed," I replied. "But not right now. There's something I
want to talk to you about."
   "Is it more important than loving each other in bed?" he asked with a
wicked little grin.
   "Yes," I replied seriously. "We'll go to bed and play but there's
something I have to tell you." Luiz got a serious look. "I know you are
afraid of being sent back to Mexico. I worry a little bit about that, too,
but I worry more about your being afraid. I want more than anything for us
to be together so I talked to a lawyer today."
   Before I could continue, Luiz exclaimed, "NO! They'll send me back!"
   "They won't send you back, Luiz. The lawyer is on our side. He will try
to fix things so you can stay with me. Legally. Without having to be
afraid.  Believe me. I would never have asked for his help if there was
the slightest chance of losing you. You and I will stay together and won't
have to be afraid of the police, the government, or anybody else."
   His expression and tone softened somewhat as he asked, "Are you
sure?"
   "Very sure," I replied.
   "Then I believe you," he said, adding, "I know you love me and wouldn't
let them send me back. I would die if they sent me back."
   "Okay," I began. "Here's the situation." I told Luiz everything that
the lawyer had said, his questions, my answers, and the fact that there
may be difficulties.  Luiz listened intently but when I said, "The lawyer
wants to meet you," he stiffened up.
   "Why?"
   "He wants to ask you some questions, probably about whether you really
want to live with me."
   "You know I do," he said.
   "I know it but the lawyer wants to hear it from you. He may ask you
other questions. About your family, maybe. Just tell him the story that I
told to the police. Ordinarily, I would never ask you to lie but this is a
special situation.  Of course you must never tell him about our having
sex."
   "Of course. I promised never to tell anyone and I meant it. Will you be
with me?"
   "Yes. I expect that I will. But if he wants to talk to you alone, I
know that you will be able to handle that situation. Just remember our
story and be sure to tell me later anything that you have to make up when
talking to him. Okay?"
   I chose not to mention the possibility of guardianship, adoption, or
the probability of additional interviews in court. That could wait until
we knew more about what might happen and when Luiz would be more
comfortable with the proceedings. I told him to be ready next Tuesday
afternoon and I would be home early from work to take him to the
appointment.
   "Do you have any questions?" I asked.
   "No. I think I understand what to do. Wait. I do have one question. Can
we go to bed?"
   "Why? Are you sleepy?" I asked.
   "Jake!" he screamed.
   Our lovemaking that night was leisurely, without the hurried urgency to
achieve orgasm. We were comfortable and satisfied simply to be with
each other, to slowly massage and explore the other's body, It was the
kind of blissful experience that took months to attain with Jon and I never
experienced in the quick, secretive sessions with my high school buddy.

   When I picked up Luiz the next Tuesday to see the lawyer, he was
visibly nervous. On the drive to the lawyer's office, I tried to reassure
Luiz and, by the time I pulled into the parking garage of the office
building, he seemed to have settled down somewhat. We took the elevator
to the fifth floor and were soon ushered in to Fredrico Gonzolez's office.
Luiz's nervousness returned and I grew concerned that he might
inadvertently say something that would jeopardize our case. However, Mr.
Gonzolez was particularly warm in his greeting and engaged Luiz in casual
conversation about how he liked living in America.  Luiz perceived it as
simple friendliness and it relieved his anxiety but I detected an ulterior
motive to the lawyer's questions; he wanted to uncover the strength of
Luiz's desire to live in the U.S. Fortunately, all of Luiz's answers
confirmed his wish to remain in the country and with me.
   Then Gonzolez began with what he wanted to be seen as the actual
interview.  "Now, Luiz, I want to ask you some questions. It's important
that you answer honestly and completely. Can you do that for me?"
   "Yes, sir."
   "Tell me about your family."
   "I don't have a family. Mama died a long time ago. Papa brought me
here but was killed two weeks ago."
   "I'm sorry. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
   "No, sir."
   "How about aunts and uncles?"
   "I have another uncle but I've never met him. He's in prison in Mexico."
   So far, so good, I thought. Luiz was responding respectfully and there
were no questions that might trip Luiz into saying something about our
relationship.
   "Now, Luiz, tell me about what it's like to live with Mr. Simpson."
   "I like it. He helps me with math. He buys me clothes. He's always nice
to me."
   "You take care of yourself during the day when Mr. Simpson is at work?"
   "Yes, sir. Just like before when I lived with Papa."
   "What about bedtime? Where do you sleep?"
   Here it comes, I thought. The questions were getting tricky.
   "With Jake. Just like before when I lived with Papa."
   "When you're in bed with Mr. Simpson ... with Jake ... does he ever
touch you?"
   "Yes."
   Oh shit! I thought. Luiz just screwed up!
   "How does he touch you?"
   "He jabs me with his elbow when I snore. He tells me to roll over and
go back to sleep."
   I couldn't help it. I laughed out loud at the trick he played on the
lawyer.  Fortunately, Gonzolez laughed also, thinking it was funny but
surely not realizing that he had been had. Still, he pursued the line of
questions. "Does he ever touch you inappropriately?"
   "What do you mean?"
   "For example, in your private parts."
   "You mean my penis? Heavens no! Why would he want to do that?" The look
of surprise and indignation on Luiz's face amazed me and made me proud of
him. But he had more surprises. "He would never do that. But if he did, I
would poke him with my elbow and tell him to go to sleep."
   Gratefully, Gonzolez gave up on his line of questioning although I was
puzzled at how tenaciously he had pursued it. He thanked Luiz for
answering his questions. He rose, walked around the desk, and said to
Luiz, "Thank you for coming in to see me. It's always a pleasure to meet
such a nice young man as yourself. Now, if you wouldn't mind, would you
wait a few minutes outside. Mrs. Tilson, my secretary, can get you a soda
if you want."  With that, he ushered Luiz out of the office. Luiz looked a
little puzzled and concerned but certainly not as nervous as before we
arrived.
   When Gonzolez returned, he closed the door and said to me, "Luiz is
as remarkable as you said he was. I can understand why you want to help
him. But a matter has arisen that I must talk to you about. In researching
the options for your taking care of Luiz permanently, I did some
investigation.  I've learned that you had a homosexual relationship in
high school and your living arrangements while in college were
suspicious."
   My heart sank. It was just the sort of thing that would jeopardize
gaining custody of Luiz.
   "Those things are most likely to come out in any possible court
hearing," he continued. "That's why I was so persistent in questioning
Luiz.  I can understand and overlook your high school experiences. But I
must ask you.  Are you gay?"
   I thought for just a moment. If he had learned what he did, others
could too. I couldn't deny my orientation. "Yes, I am. And your next
question is, am I in a gay relationship? The answer is no and I haven't
been since leaving college. Your next question is, do I plan to find a
boyfriend? The answer is an emphatic no. Not as long as Luiz lives with
me. And your next question is, how will that affect my caring for Luiz?
The answer is that if ... if the subject arises, I will be honest. I will
give him information about social and legal restrictions against gay
practices. Just as I will give him information about a hundred other
things that he needs to know to become a responsible adult in society. If
you're wondering whether I will be tempted to molest him, I repeat my
earlier comment. The thought of molesting a boy -- and especially a boy
with Luiz's potential -- is repugnant to me. And I will also repeat
another comment I made in my first visit. I will do whatever it takes to
ensure the welfare of the boy. Have I made myself clear?"
   Gonzolez was clearly stunned by the force and honesty of my outburst.
"Yes, Mr. Simpson. I understand your position fully. I will consider it in
recommending a course of action to pursue your case." I turned to leave
but Gonzolez called me back to say, "I want you to know that I abhor the
injustices against minorities of all kinds -- black, Hispanics, women,
and, relevant to your situation, gays. I assure you that my efforts on
your behalf will not be diminished because you are gay."
   "Thank you," I said and left to collect Luiz who I found, much to my
relief, was chatting amiably with Mrs. Tilson. Walking down the hall to
the elevator, Luiz said, "They're nice people. Do you think they can help
us?"
   "I'm not sure," I said honestly. "But I'm convinced that they will do
everything possible."
   On the drive home, I said to Luiz, "You scared me back there ... when
he asked if I touched you and you said yes."
   Luiz laughed and said, "I thought it might surprise you. I did it on
purpose just to tease you. You should have seen the look on your face."
He laughed some more but I scowled at him. "Are you mad at me?" he
asked.
   "No. I'm not mad. But you almost gave me a heart attack. If you ever
plan something like that again, please warn me." Luiz agreed but he was
still chuckling. "And the bit about jabbing you with my elbow for snoring,
That was a wonderful way to distract Mr. Gonzolez."
   "I planned that, too," he said with pride. "Did you like the way I
answered when he asked what I would do if you ever touched me?"
   "Very convincing. In fact, you convinced me not to touch you again."
   "You can touch me all you want. You can even touch me now," he said
as he unzipped the fly on his trousers and began to reach in for his cock.
   "Luiz!" I yelled. "Not now." He laughed harder than ever and I had to
join him.
   When we arrived home, Luiz asked what I wanted for dinner. "That can
wait a little while," I said. "We need to talk first." Luiz suddenly
looked worried and asked if there was a problem. "Perhaps," I replied.