Sid G

Mall Punk

Chapters 14-16

Chapter 14
Birthday and Vacation

On the third lap Jon looked into Stern's Jewelry Emporium and we entered this time around. He took a quick look at the bracelets and necklaces before coming to the rings.

The wedding rings.

"No Jon, not those."

"But they say what I feel," he replied.

I led him back outside.

"I know that, but wedding rings are a big step, and one that many people might not understand. Especially your new classmates."

"OK, OK, how about this. Can I get him a nice ring and engrave it on the inside with our initials?"

"Perfect," I said relieved that I didn't have to suggest it myself. We went back in and over to the men's section. It took my almost fifteen year old foster son and lover twenty minutes to pick out the simple gold and onyx ring. And another fifteen to convince the jeweler that I really wanted it inscribed that way and if he wouldn't do it right away we were leaving without it.

At that he agreed rather than lose a three hundred-dollar sale. While we waited Jon tried on a white gold necklace. It looked great against his tanned skin but he almost ripped it off. He handed it back to the salesman shaking his head.

"You looked great."

"It felt like a collar, and I can't"

"How about a larger one," the salesman suggested.

"No thanks," Jon said and walked out the door.

"Is he OK?"

"It's a long story, and one you don't want to hear. But thanks for asking. Let's just ring up the sale while we're waiting."

The salesman looked around and loosened his collar and showed me an even scar that seemed to run around his neck. "Just tell your son that he'll recover one day."

"Do you want to tell him?"

The man shook his head. "I can't leave my post, besides, I may have recovered but it's still hard to talk about it. But please tell your son."

"He's my foster son, but I will. He has made great strides since we came into each other's lives but he does have a way to go," I shook his hand, "thanks for everything."

With that the jeweler emerged and after I inspected the ring I thanked him and left. I found Jon alone on a bench with his head in his hands. I sat next to him and put my arm around his shoulders.

"It came out great, want to see?"

He shook his head.

"Why so glum son?"

"I really liked that necklace and it looked good on me but all I saw was that fucking dog collar. Will everything always remind me of something from then dad?"

"Yes, but after you left our salesman showed me a scar that runs around his neck. Could have been a metal collar that was left on too long and too tight. He said, 'Just tell your son that he'll recover one day.' It isn't going to be easy at times Jon but there is a more pressing problem."

He slowly picked his head up and looked into my smiling face. "What?"

"You finally picked out your present for Joe. But what am I going to get him?"

"There was one thing he mentioned," he squeezed my thigh, "but I told him no."

"Thanks, it wouldn't be right somehow."

"I agree, and so does Joe really. Then he gave me a list of three music CDs he wants. He told me I could pick one."

"Let's go then."

I bought all three and our odyssey complete we headed home.

The next day was Friday, my last day at work before Joe, Jon and I headed up to the lake on vacation. I was busy reviewing projects with my partner when there was a knock on my door. I looked up to find my secretary standing there with a big smile on her face.

"Yes Margaret? Spit it out before you swallow the canary," Harry said. He knew, mangled and used cliches that were old before he was born.

"There's someone in the conference room who would like to make a brief presentation."

"I don't have anybody on my calendar," I said, "do you Harry?"

"Just go now," she said pointing the way.

"Yes, dear," Harry and I said together.

The first things that caught our eyes when we entered the conference room were the blueprints set up on the display board. I took a look and my eyes popped.

"Jonathan? Where are you?"

"Jonathan? Jonathan did this?"

"Hi, Dad, Mr. Lowell. I finally finished the Swiftwater Indian Affairs Research Library at Boulder Community College proposal. What do you think?"

"Harry?"

"Be honest, Mr. Lowell."

"Honest? OK, I need to look at the specs to see if everything works before we submit this but I'll be damned if I'm going to change one line on this unless I absolutely have to. Jon this is damned good work. Your name is going on the submission along with your Dad's and mine. And we're going on only because you're not licensed."

"Really?" Jonathan's voice was a touch of amazement, pride and disbelief. Chronically abused children, like Jon had been, develop such low self-esteem that they have trouble believing praise.

I walked over and hugged him. "Son, I told you it was good when you showed me the preliminary drawings. It's gotten a great deal better since then. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, Dad, Mr. Lowell. Here's the computer disks with everything you'll need to review. The proposal has to be in Boulder three weeks from today."

"Then when your father returns to work so do you. You'll work with me making any needed changes and getting the proposal together. How does that sound?"

"Great, can I really? Is it OK with you, Dad? I promise I'll behave while I'm here."

"Of course you can, do you realize how happy this makes me?"

"Look why don't you two come over for a barbeque and we'll celebrate. Reuben's been asking to see you Jon," Harry said.

"Jon?"

"Great. I'll go home now so you can finish up. Should I take these down?"

"No," Harry said, "I think I'll make all those so-called architects in there take a good look first."

It was about ten when we got home from Harry's house. I don't know which one of us was prouder of Jon. OK, OK, I was but that's a father's right.

You know it's still hard to call myself that.

Especially when at a small cough I turn around to see the love of my life standing there naked and fully erect. I took him in my arms and kissed him full on the lips. Our lips danced with passion as my hands flowed over his smooth, virtually hairless body. When we broke Jon started unbuttoning my shirt and then he started licking, kissing and sucking my nipples. I shrugged out of my shirt and somehow undid my pants and slid them down without disrupting Jon's efforts.

When I was naked I took Jon's head in my hands and brought his face to mine.

"Jon, I love you more than anything or anyone in the world and always will."

"As father, friend or lover?"

"All of the above if that all right with you."

"More than anything in the world. I love you Styan, more than Joe or anybody else."

We kissed again and I picked him up in my arms and carried him up the stairs to my bed. I lay him gently on the bed and started working on his nipples. Small but firm and delicious. I let my tongue ease its way down his chest till I reached his pubic hair. He had been totally sexy completely shaved but even more so since he'd stopped shaving his crotch and pits. No longer a young boy, but a young man.

I bathed his pubes as I circled around to his balls and slowly washed them and then sucked both into my mouth. I could feel Jon's sperm filling each receptacle, waiting for me to release them.

"Styan, suck my cock, please blow me now, I can't wait," Jon almost screamed.

And who am I to argue? I released his nuts and inhaled his solid boy cock into my mouth. When I took too long to start sucking Jon took hold of my hair and started me going. I wanted to make it last. To show him the love I felt, the pleasure I got from his body.

Slowly I worked his rod, licking the steady stream of precum oozing from his slit. Jon's hands left my head and started stroking my cheeks and shoulders. As I slowly picked up the pace I could feel his fingernails dig into my skin.

"Oh Styan, oh yeah, blow me, I'm so ready to shoot my load down your throat. Oh shit, oh shit." With that a powerful stream of sperm flew down my throat and almost choked me. The second was easier to handle but still stronger than most men's first shot. He kept coming and coming. If I hadn't known better I would have bet he hadn't shot in a week. But Joe had slept over last night so I figured that wasn't the case.

Finally he stopped shooting and I was able to swallow the rest of his load as his cock slowly went flaccid in my mouth. I slowly licked it clean, even inside his slit which almost had him shooting a second time.

But I wanted to wait for that.

Finally I let Jon's penis slip from my mouth and moved next to him on the pillow.

"That was great," we said together and giggled like young lovers.

"Yeah, it was. I never get tired of the taste of your manhood or your cum my love. In fact it gets better every time."

"Well the night is still young," Jon replied, "and your rod looks like it needs some tending to."

I followed his gaze and had to agree.

Jon pushed me onto my back and slowly nibbled his way down my shaft until my bush tickled his nose. I could feel him lubricating my cock with his saliva and my precum.

He brought me close to the edge and then backed all the way off twice. After the second time he straddled my upright member and slowly, oh so painfully slowly inserted it into his love canal. He slowly rose up and down on my cock, never quite letting my tip escape back out his sphincter. While the intellectual part of me hated the fact that my young love had more sexual experience than any fourteen-year-old should have, the rest of me was enthralled by the ways he used that experience to keep me in ecstasy.

Two, three, four more times he brought me to the edge and stopped. "No more my love, let me come. I want, need to fill your love canal with my seed."

"Oh, so you want to shoot?" Jon asked with a wicked smile I could barely make out. Then he squeezed his ass cheeks so tight that my cock went limp.

Then slowly, oh so slowly he started going again. For five full minutes he slowly increased the pace and the pressure on my aching prick. Finally, finally I passed the point of no return physically as well as mentally and filled his ass with a huge load of sperm.

When I was finished Jon slid off me and into my arms. We kissed again and fell asleep in each others arms.

As has been happening since our first night together, one of us wakes up in the morning having to take a leak, and as a result the other one wakes up too. Saturday morning was Jon's turn and I watched his departing back make its way to my bathroom. I waited patiently and was rewarded by seeing his gorgeous body return to me. We were both still half asleep but I took his hand in mine and drew him on top of me. My hands reached for his ass and he smiled at me.

"My we're horny this morning," he said.

"One of these day's I'll tape that walk and you'll see why."

"Oh I know. I see your version enough times." With that he spread his legs and angled his body slightly so I had full access to his butt.

Slowly I inserted first one, then two fingers along his crack and into his hole. I felt a combination of his anal juices and the remnants of my cum from the night before. I put a third finger in and twisted it gently around and he moaned with pleasure. I could feel his cock hardening against my chest and he started humping me as I finger fucked him. I pushed my fingers in as far as they could go and found his prostate and gently caress it.

Jon howled and shot his load onto our chests. Quickly I took my fingers out of his butt and he rolled over onto his back and raised his legs. Cum was still dripping from his prick and I used it and what was on my chest to lube my cock.

But that hole staring at me was too inviting and I quickly filled it with my stiff prick. Jon rested his legs on my shoulders and I slowly worked my rod in and out of that magnificent butt hole. Unlike last night he didn't play any games to keep me from shooting but I used my experience to make it last.

The best part was not the sensations coming from my groin but the look of happiness on my lover's face. Jon's smile, and I know this is almost heretical, and beatific expression filled my heart with more joy than the pleasure that was filling my cock and balls.

I blew him a kiss and when he returned it I shot my load up his ass. I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, his cheeks and finally our lips met in a long passionate kiss. He slipped off my rod and we fell asleep in each others arms again.

It was noon before we woke again, which was fortunate since we were due at Joe's home at one for his birthday party. We considered showering together but figured that we'd never be on time that way. So once again I watched my favorite backside leave my bed and my room.

The one hope in both our minds when we arrived was that there would be food ready. From the far side of the backyard Eric and Joe waved and came over. From behind their backs the gave each of us a foot long hot dog.

"So you can get used to the size," they said together.

Jon and I looked at each other and replied. "You wish."

Then Joe took Jon in his arms and kissed him. From around the yard I heard gasps and saw reactions to the scene. I held my hand out and Eric took it, he stepped closer and we kissed as well.

We might have kept going if a loud crash didn't bring the four of us out of it. We turned and Joe screamed. "Aunt Celia, oh my gosh." He and Eric went running over and helped get her to a lounge chair.

"Joe told me he wanted to come out in an obvious way today but I don't think everybody knew about Eric either. I hope they don't come after us," Jon said.

I turned to my son and bent over a little bit. "Look we know how the people who count feel about us, and I'm including Joe's parents. The others will come around in time or not. That's the potential problem with coming out. But then, that's their problem, not ours, and not Eric's or Joe's or the Werners.

Mrs. Werner came over and whispered, "Don't worry, cousin Ian came running to see what was happening and ran into her. It wasn't her reaction to you. Though you could have warned me." She pinched Jon's cheek and headed toward the drink table.

We moved closer but stayed on the fringe of the group huddling around the recliner.

"Eric, Joe, come over here please," said a weak woman's voice.

"Yes, Aunt Celia," Eric said and I spotted Joe beside him.

"You know you two could have told this old broad that you were gay a little more subtly. And you, Eric, could have done it a long time ago."

"Well Joe didn't tell me what he was going to do, and as for me," Eric shrugged, "I was a little nervous how you would take it and I didn't want to lose your love."

"You thought you're being gay would bother me?"

Eric nodded.

"Well the two of you remind me to tell you about my brother Eric, the one you're named for, one day."

"You mean it doesn't bother you, you approve?" Joe asked with obvious relief.

"I'm sure you and that young man of yours will find a way to give your parents grandchildren anyway. Now Don get me something a little stronger to drink than water and you two go get your boyfriends over here and introduce me to them."

We walked through the crowd and were introduced to the grande dame of the Werner family. When the introductions were finished she waved everybody else away and the five of us talked and laughed. When it was obvious Aunt Celia was tiring we started to leave but Jon spoke.

"Before we let Aunt Celia rest, I want to give you your birthday present Joe. I was going to wait until we were alone but somehow this seems better." He took the small box out of his pocket and opened it before giving it to Joe.

Joe gasped and took the ring out.

"Read the inscription."

"JS & JW Forever. Oh Jon." He started to cry as he put the ring on his left hand and then showed it to his Aunt.

"You've got a good one Joe, lets hope your Uncle and your boyfriend's foster dad are as good together.

"We're just getting to know each other again but I think there's potential," Eric said.

"Good, now you boys run along but I want to talk to you alone Jonathan Sorrel a little later."

"Yes, Aunt Celia, boy that sounds nice."

The next couple of hours the four of us mingled with the rest of the crowd and either because they were honest or because of Aunt Celia's blessings we were treated warmly. Around 4:00 Don Werner came over and said she wanted to have that talk with Jon and he left. Joe went over to talk with some of his cousins and Eric and I went into the den alone.

"Wow, what a way to be introduced to the family."

"I hope you don't mind. You don't know how much Aunt Celia's blessing means to me. She's been the matriarch of the family since before I was born. She's my Aunt and Joe's great-aunt."

"Fantastic lady, I'm glad I met her."

"Joe told me what happened after our date the other night."

"Everything?"

"Everything, well except what the two of them did after they went upstairs."

"I don't even know what they do, or want to. Look, I want to get this out on the table before we go further. Jon and I do have sex. If you're uncomfortable with that fact then let's end it now because I don't want to stop having sex with him and more importantly I don't think he could cope with our stopping at this point."

"Joe told me, and told me that he's comfortable with it. He also told me a lot about Jon's life and I understand what you're saying. To be honest, normally I wouldn't be comfortable with it but I'm not prepared to walk away from a second chance with you after all these years. Plus I think it would hurt Joe too much if I did. Oh fuck the justifications, I like you Styan Maskovitz and want to give us a chance at the happiness the two boys have."

"I want that too. I love Jon more than anyone else and he will always come first with me but there is plenty of room in my heart and life for you.

"You know the three of us leave tomorrow morning for two weeks at my brother's cabin." I stopped, took a piece of paper from my wallet and handed it to him. "Here's the address and phone number of where we'll be staying. If you can get some time off give me a call and come on up."

"You serious?"

I moved over and kissed him. "Does that answer your question?"

Eric stood and walked over to the door. "Don, can I see you a second?"

Don turned the cooking duties over to one of Joe's cousins and came over. "What is it Eric?"

"I'm taking the next two weeks off. I'll be at the cabin chaperoning my nephew."

"Just call in once a day to keep those characters of yours in line and have a great time," Don turned to me, "Isn't it great when your brother runs the company and your nephew is the owner's son-in-law?"

Don turned and quickly left. Eric's face was confused but understanding finally set in.

"Did he say what I think he said."

"Only if you promise not to tell a soul."

"I thought Joe was holding back something about Jon but I never expected it was that. Jonathan Sorrel is Lamont Sorrel's youngest son?"

"The product of his second marriage."

"Oh my God, that's what Aunt Celia wanted to talk to him about. I escorted her to that wedding. My Uncle was dead already and she'd known Robin Giladee since Robin was a little girl. She must have seen his mother in him. We'd better go."

I shook my head. "No, I think Jon needs to learn about his mother. He doesn't remember her at all and he can't talk to his father about her. Their only contact is through me, more Jon's decision than Lamont's at this point. I think Aunt Celia will be able to tell him just what he needs to hear and stop when he's had enough."

"You're right, now what do I have to bring with me?"

Jon had been ecstatic on the way home and all that night. Learning about his mother and maternal grandparents from someone who'd known them had given him such a high he was virtually useless as we finished packing for our vacation. Of course his first question had been why we were bothering taking clothes in the first place. I explained that not only might we want to do something away from the cabin but that bug bites and sunburn on certain parts of the anatomy could make love making rather uncomfortable.

Neither did I know how comfortable Joe would be being naked around Eric. Come to think of it I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I mean the cabin has three bedrooms and I didn't know where Eric planned on sleeping or how Jon would feel if it ended up being with me.

"Jon."

"Yes, dad?"

"You know Eric's coming with us?"

"Yeah, it's really cool."

"I'm glad you feel that way but what if Eric and I, you know." I couldn't believe I couldn't say the word.

"If you end up in bed together and do the nasty?"

The former boy slut and his last customer started laughing hysterically.

After a couple of minutes we finally settled down. "Yes, what I need to know is how you are going to feel if Eric and I have sex together?"

"Are you planning on it?"

I smiled and shrugged. "I didn't really expect him to come up for the whole time when I invited him and I don't know what he expects. Or if we'll even want to, but that's not the point right now. I remember how you reacted to my going out to dinner with him and I can't do that to you again."

Jon came over and knelt before me and took my cock out of my pants and kissed it. Then he looked right at it and started talking.

"You can play with Uncle Eric if you want, but remember you belong to me." He kissed it and then kissed my chest over my heart. "And you belong to me." He hugged me and kissed me on the lips. "And you belong to me as I belong to you. If you can understand me and Joe I guess I can learn to deal with you and Eric. Just lock the door so neither one of us walks in on you two."

I kissed him back. "I belong to you first and before anybody else. Eric knows that and understands it. I promise to double lock the door. You two better do the same if you don't want us to come in either."

"You never have."

"That's me, I don't know about Eric. Now lets finished packing and get some sleep."

"You want to start with sleep?"

"I'll pack my cock so far into your ass I'll have to drive with you on my lap tomorrow."

"Can I steer?"

"You always steer in bed my love," I said as I caressed his cock.

"I meant the car."

"What would Grandpa Sheriff say if you did something like that at your age."

"Don't do it where you'll get caught?"

"Get the rest of your clothes." I swatted at his rapidly departing behind.

Amazingly both Joe and Eric were ready when we got to their respective homes. Jon and Joe went into Eric's house and to help him with his stuff and got in the back seat on their return. Eric slipped in next to me wearing a pair gym shorts and a Dennis Rodman basketball shirt. It was my first good look at his physique and it was still impressive.

"Still the gym rat I see," I said as I gave him a quick kiss. A kiss that drew a pair of "ooooh"s from the back seat.

Eric and I just shook our heads. "Not heavy anymore, just three or four days of weight work and some running the other days. Still can wear my college wrestling singlet."

"I'd hate to know what you call heavy, if we didn't have our own exercise equipment I don't know if I'd get anything done."

"Oh, I know one muscle Styan has that's really strong," Jon said.

"Now cut that out," I said.

The rest of the ride Eric and I caught each other up on what we'd been up to since high school. I had the feeling we covered some of this on our first date but I didn't remember. For the most part the boys were quiet, I guess enjoying learning more about both of us. I realized that I knew more about Jon than he did about me. Unless my parents had squealed.

When we got to the cabin Eric put his stuff in the third bedroom, which both disappointed me and took a weight off my shoulders. I guess he saw the expression on my face because he took me in his arms and kissed me. Breaking he whispered in my ear.

"I don't want you to think I'm easy. Besides, I don't know how the boys would feel about us staying together."

"I talked to Jon and he's trying to understand, but I think you're right. But you are welcome to visit."

"Sex fiend."

Before I could respond Jon called for me to come into the kitchen. On the refrigerator door I found a note from my brother dated the Sunday before.

Hi, Sty;

Hope you, Jon and Joe have a great two weeks and that the weather stays as nice as its been this past week. Everything's clean and in working order and I hope it stays that way, though with two teenage boys I don't know how it will.

One last thing, don't leave any food outside. I've spotted some kind of animal lurking around and any food we've left unguarded for even ten minutes has disappeared.

Rachael's yelling for me to come on and she and your nephews and niece say hello and want to see you two again soon.

Enjoy,

Your older brother, Boris

"We've seen deer, squirrel, but the only scavenger I can think of would be raccoon and that's not their usual behavior. Just keep an eye out and don't leave any food out on the deck. If you've got leftovers you can throw it over the side but we don't want anything up here if we can help it. Understand?"

"Yes dad. We've got everything put away, can Joe and I go for a walk?"

I looked at the three bags of food still on the kitchen table and nodded. "I'll teach you what 'everything' means later but go on. Stay close though, try to keep the cabin in sight."

The two ran out without answering.

"Their clothes off yet?" Eric asked.

"No, but they're in deep lip lock. Then they'll go looking for someplace private. Don't worry, I know most of those."

I turned to start putting the groceries away but felt a strong pair of arms around my waist. I turned and put mine around his. He lifted one hand and pulled my mouth to his.

"That sounds like a great plan," he said right before his lips locked onto mine. My hands slipped under his shirt and explored his firm back as our tongues explored each other's mouths. When I felt his hands slip under my waistband I returned the favor to find nothing but a beautiful bubble butt.

I reluctantly pulled my lips from his. "I don't do floors if I can help it."

"Getting old, but I know a nice king size bed down the hall."

We held hands as we walked down the short hall to my bedroom. We each took one side of the bed and stripped in unison. Once naked and on the bed we took our time slowly exploring each others bodies with our hands and mouths. Eric has a very light coating of fine blonde hair on his chest and arms, only a little heavier on his legs. It was easy to trace the definition of his well muscled body and I willingly followed where his touch led me.

To the point where I was facing his cock. His seven inch [18 cm], thick, circumcised cock. Without waiting or being told my tongue snuck out and started licking its way along the outside and down towards his throbbing balls. As I took first one and then the other into my mouth Eric did the same to me. Wordlessly we had discovered a rhythm that only heightened my ecstasy.

When I sensed him leaving my balls I released his and quickly licked my way back to his tip. I expertly licked his precum away and slowly let my lips work their way down his penis. When my lips were sniffing his pubic hair and his cock head rested down my throat I paused to catch my breath.

And think for a second. There's a difference between a teen's prick and a man's. Even if it's as experienced as Jon's. I felt and tasted that difference and realized that Eric was the first adult I'd had sex with since I'd met Jon in early March, that I was having sex with a man, with anybody besides Jon actually. Was it really just five months?

Eric didn't say a word, just ran his fingers through my hair. I composed myself, licked around his shaft and started sucking on it. His manhood swelled in my mouth and I couldn't take the whole thing in my throat. I massaged his balls as he fondled mine.

"Oh yeah, Styan, work my cock. Oh yeah, that feels so good," Eric moaned as his hands made sure my head kept moving up and down his shaft. I tried to slow the pace, make it last but Eric was having none of it.

"It's getting close, oh shit, oh shit, I'm cumming." With that he emptied his load into my mouth and I emptied mine onto the sheets.

I sucked him dry and licked him clean.

"Tonight, I get to drink," Eric said.

"Sounds good to me." We stayed in each others arms while we recovered and then reluctantly got dressed and just finished putting the groceries away when the boys returned. Their clothes weren't quite as neat and clean as when they'd left, but then they had been in the woods.

After pulling two sodas out of the fridge and giving one to Joe Jon turned to me. "Dad, we think we saw that animal but we couldn't figure out what it was."

"Where were you?" I asked.

"We headed down toward the lake and heard something to the side. We turned and I saw its eyes for a second before it scurried away. We didn't move for a few minutes but when it didn't return we moved on."

"Jon, Joe, this is a wild animal out there. Not some lost pet. Don't try and make friends with it. Do you understand me or do we go home now?" I said in my most father knows best voice.

"We'll stay clear of it. We get the picture," Joe said.

"Good, now go wash up and get the dirt off your clothes. We're going into town for supper."

I don't know what happened down the hall that evening, although one of these days I'll have to ask Jon and Joe if they want to contribute to this tale, but the sex in my room was hot. Well past a return blow job. I'd tell you but my mind was too preoccupied to remember details. I think you can fill in the details by now.

The next few days we relaxed around the cabin. We took short walks in the woods and down to the lake but never spotted the scavenger.

Wednesday afternoon the boys took a swim in the lake while Eric and I read on the deck. We had spotted a new restaurant in town and decided to give it a try. Though how good a Thai restaurant could be out here we weren't sure. When the boys returned they first took their wet shirts off and draped them over the bannister and then put their bathing suits next to them. Facing into the woods they stretched and shook their smooth butts in unison. I glanced over at Eric and sensed an embarrassed turn on.

"Enough boys, shows over," I said.

Joe and Jon turned around and faced us. "Oh hi, we didn't realize you were here," Jon said.

"We'll go in and get dressed for supper now," Joe added.

Jon bent down and kissed me before he went in. Joe kissed Eric, but without Jon's sensuousness.

"Are they always like that?" Eric asked.

"No, at least not in front of me usually. I have a feeling they just wanted to see our reaction. You know about me and Jon and there's a part of Joe that wants to have sex with me too. And I have no idea how he feels about you."

Eric leaned back and closed his eyes and groaned. "I'll handle that when I have to."

"The word handle might not be the best choice."

He threw his book at me.

The food was fantastic and then we walked around town for a while. Eric made Joe buy and send his parents and brother a postcard. To make it easier I had Joe send one to his grandparents too. By the time we got back to the cabin it was dark and we were all tired, so after watching TV for an hour we went to sleep.

"Styan, my bathing suit and shirt's missing," Joe said as he came back in from the deck the next morning as I made breakfast.

"Did you check on the ground under the deck?"

"Yes, I couldn't find either one there or anywhere around the house."

"How about Jon's clothes?"

"On the railing, but I think they were a little messed up. Not sure though."

I turned down the heat and went back out with Joe. We looked around again and didn't spot a thing. I looked for strange tracks but we'd messed the dirt up so much I couldn't tell one set of footprints from another.

"You've got another suit, we'll just have to make sure not to leave anything outside. This scavenger will take anything I guess."

"Do raccoons eat clothes?" Joe asked.

"Don't think so but they like to collect things and maybe they use it for nests." I ruffled his hair. "Come on, if we don't get back inside breakfast will be ruined."

Joe took a last look around and we went back in.

Over breakfast Joe told Eric and Jon about the missing clothes.

"You know, I got up to go to the john right after dawn and thought I heard something moving on the deck but didn't think anything of it." Eric said.

Jon stood and looked out the window. "Did you touch my stuff, Joe?"

We both said no.

"Something did, we both made a point of being super neat to prolong the show."

"We noticed," Eric said, "but this is getting spooky. I can buy an animal taking the clothes for nesting material but not being choosy."

"Hey, that was my favorite bathing suit, Uncle Eric." Which cracked everybody up.

At lunch we decided to leave some food outside for the animal but we wet down the deck to try and get its paw prints. When we got back from the lake the boys crept up the stairs to see if it was there but sprinted as soon as they hit the top. When Eric and I heard shouting and scuffling we ran up the stairs. I prayed nobody needed rabies shots.

The sight at the top of the deck stopped me cold. I had expected two boys and some kind of animal. Instead there were three boys. Jon, Joe and a dark complexioned boy of about twelve with long black hair.

"Antonio! What are you doing here?" Eric said from behind me.

At the sound of his name the boy stopped struggling and stared as Eric came towards him.

"Mr. Werner?"

"Yes, how did you get here? It's fifty miles [80 km] from where your father said you were camping. We searched the woods there for a week."

"Should I call the police, Eric?"

"No," the boy screamed and started struggling again.

"OK, no police Antonio. Are you OK? Sick or hurt?"

The boy shook his head and his eyes followed Eric as he came closer. Eric knelt in front of the boy but made no move to touch him.

"Are you ready to have that talk now? I told you you could trust me and you can trust my friends."

Antonio shook his head and stared at the ground. Jon looked over at Eric, touched his back and whispered, "Like me?"

Eric nodded and mouthed, "I think so," and shrugged.

Jon let go of Antonio. "Joe, let him go."

"You sure?"

"You promise not to run, my friend?"

The scared youngster appeared startled by the word and after a pause nodded.

"I want to show you something, and if you recognize it will you talk to us?"

"I'm sorry I took the clothes but mine were so dirty."

"We don't care about the clothes or the food," Jon said. He took his shirt off and turned his back to the boy and knelt. Eric gasped, he'd never really taken a good look at the scars and welts that permanently marked my love's back.

"Does that look familiar, Antonio? You can touch if you want."

Slowly the boy's hand reached out and traced several of the marks, tears started streaming down his face. "You too, you too?"

Jon turned and took the boy into his arms, he was crying as well. "Me too. Like you, I thought I was alone, the only one but I was wrong. And I escaped and I promise if you tell what happened you'll never have to go back to that bastard again."

"That's not your father?" Antonio pointed at me.

"Foster father, he's never hurt me, he's given me my life back and there's somebody out there for you too."

Eric reached for hand. Antonio jumped at first but when Eric left his hand out he cautiously, very cautiously took it.

"I showed you my back can we see yours?" Jon asked.

Antonio nodded and gingerly slipped Joe's shirt off his shoulders and was left standing in just Joe's swim trunks. I tried to recall the search Eric had mentioned and realized it had been the first week of July that Antonio's picture had been splashed across the TV screens and the whole tri-state area kept watch and then mourned when the search was over and his crying parents thanked everybody for their help and support. As Antonio moved I could see how supportive his parents had been. There were marks on every inch of his torso, front and back. Some of the fading bruises and signs of malnutrition I couldn't tell if they were from before or after he'd been dumped but were surely part of it.

"What happened Antonio? How did you get here?" Eric asked.

"The Sunday after school ended we went on vacation. My father, two older brothers and me. I should have know something was up when mom didn't get into the car but it was too late by then. As soon as we were on the highway my brothers stripped me and started hitting me. The cabin we were staying in had a little shed in the back and they kept me chained in there for three days except when they gave me trunks and took me to the lake."

"Probably just providing evidence you were there," I said.

Antonio shrugged before continuing. "After the last trip to the lake they brought me into the cabin and after I took my suit off they tied my hands together so I was hanging from a beam. They spanked me, whipped me with whatever they could find."

"Didn't anybody hear you?" Joe asked.

"I had learned that screaming only made it worse so I didn't. The next morning they let me down and threw me in the trunk of the car and drove me someplace near here and dumped me."

"Why didn't you ask somebody for help? You saw somebody with children was here for a couple of weeks." I asked.

"I believed they wouldn't believe me and send me back to my family who would kill me. I couldn't trust no one."

Jon took Antonio back into his arms and whispered into the boy's ears. I couldn't hear what he said but then no matter how much Jon's told me about his life I guess I can never understand it fully or really know what it feels to be treated like that by your own family. Nor, to be honest, do I really want to.

"Joe, Jon, take Antonio inside and give him a proper meal and then get him cleaned up," Eric said.

"Sure, Uncle."

Joe guided the two abuse victims into the house and it was a couple of minutes before we heard the fridge door open. At that point something happened in the kitchen because suddenly they sounded like three little boys again.

"How did you get involved with the boy?" I asked Eric.

"Believe it or not, he was my paperboy. Took over his big brother's route. Always thought something wasn't right but I couldn't get him to talk," Eric paused and seemed deep in thought. "Can you get your father on your cell phone from up here?" Eric asked.

"This isn't his jurisdiction."

"Neither is Millburn, and it isn't even the same state as where we were told he was abandoned. But your father is a respected Sheriff and probably knows Sheriff Daniel Cody and whoever's in charge here."

I nodded and headed around to the car and made the phone call. I think dad was glad he had a potential high profile child abuser to throttle since he hadn't been able to do anything to Lamont Sorrel or Jonathan's brothers. An hour later Jon came out of the kitchen to tell me that Grandpa was on the line and wanted to talk to me. "Did you call him?" He whispered.

I nodded. "Had to son, it's the only way we can help Antonio get his life back. You know how much he helped us."

"No, you're right and when I explain things to Ton-Ton he'll understand. But we're not going to abandon him are we?"

"Of course not. 'Ton-Ton?'"

"It's a nickname he likes, Antonio is what his parents call him. Now come on, Grandpa's waiting."

The following morning my father, Sheriff Cody, local Sheriff Erik Asman, Sheriff Justin Adams of Essex County and Millburn Police Chief George Schroeter arrived around ten. It took about two hours to tell our stories. The lawmen went out on the deck to talk while we prepared lunch. After we ate my father asked the boys to go inside.

"Grandpa," Jon said.

"Go, Jonathan. Look, I know how you relate to Ton-Ton, but we'll do what's right. I promise."

Jon gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and led the other boys inside.

Once they were inside, Sheriff Cody and Sheriff Adams of Essex County filled Eric and I in on their plans. One element we agreed to was that the boy would stay with us for another couple of days or until things had been finished back in Millburn.

"Sheriff Adams, Chief Schroeter, I'm willing to take care of Ton-Ton for as long as it takes," Eric said. "I know I'm not a prime candidate to be his foster parent but I want you to know that if he needs me I'm available."

"I appreciate that Mr. Werner and we'll be in touch. Now I think the five of us have work to do, and I for one can't wait to get back and start things rolling."

We called the boys back out and told them that Ton-Ton was going to be staying with us for a couple of days while the police cleaned things up.

"My father, mother and brothers go to jail?"

"Probably son," my father answered.

A sea of emotions washed over the little boy's face and Jon and Joe took him inside. I walked my father back to the car and he gave me a hug. "Just tell my grandson that I'm very proud of him. Not every kid who's gone through what he has can reach out to another victim. And I'm proud of you too son. You've done a hell of a job with Jon."

"Thanks, dad, I've never been happier."

Without either of us saying a word Eric moved back to the third bedroom that night and I was left alone as the three boys slept together. Jon even took one of my tee-shirts to use as a nightgown. Looking at the crowd around the breakfast table the next morning I thought Ton-Ton was the only one who'd gotten a good night's sleep. We went into town and bought our new guest some new clothes that both fit and were in for a kid his age. According to him even his underwear had been hand me downs.

Back at the cabin I looked at Joe and Jon and knew they needed something and whispered to Eric that he might want to take Ton-Ton swimming or for a walk, just the two of them. He looked puzzled but when I nodded at the two older boys he understood.

When they were gone I walked over to my son and his lover and took them in my arms, one on each shoulder. Their body's were at once limp and full of tension.

"Let it out boys, let it out, it's OK."

Tears streamed down both their faces immediately and mine weren't far behind. Joe started whispering "how, how" over and over again..

"How what?" I asked.

"How could anybody, much less a father, do such a thing? How can anybody not notice and say or do nothing?

Through my other arm I could feel the anger boiling up through Jon and started to kiss his forehead but it broke through.

"How could they do something like that? How could they fucking do something like that? Because those fucking bastards don't think of Ton-Ton as a human being. He's just a fucking dog to them to be used even worse than they'd use their dogs. You're angry, hit Jon. You want something and mom or dad won't give it to you, rape Jon. Nothing else to do, rape and beat Fido. Those fucking bastards didn't need a reason for doing it, they just wanted to and could do it so they did. What else was Fido good for? You can't understand, you can't, I can't, I can't. No matter what I did for them it didn't matter. I tried being a good little brother and not complaining to daddy about the games they were playing with me and hurt me. I tried, I tried. What did I do to deserve being beaten and raped? Tell me please?"

At that point he completely broke down and became hysterical.

"Styan, I'm sorry."

I turned to Joe and shook my head and whispered, "He'll be fine. You asked the right question and it opened doors he was keeping closed and right now the devil is finally leaving him."

"Should I go?"

"No Joe, he needs us, both of us," I replied as I held the crying boy who was my son in my arms. And asked the same question that Joe had asked. 'How?'"

I sat on the deck and lifted my son onto my lap and cradled him in my arms, stroking his hair and whispering calming nothings into his ear as Joe held a limp hand. It was hard keeping calm when anger and hatred were rushing through my soul. For the first time in a long time I wondered if my father and I had done the right thing in letting Jon's brothers off the legal hook for the atrocities committed against their young, innocent half-brother. But then the two who were truly responsible had been exiled to Arab countries where pederasty was a capital offense. The third was facing the hell he'd made of his life. Jon's step-mother had been exiled too in a way. Lamont sent her to live in their New York condo and she only returned to Longston when he needed her presence. Lamont's world shattered as well. He had to face failure in something that should have mattered a lot more than it had.

But the only Sorrel who really mattered was slowly settling down in my lap. He finally took his face out of my tear soaked shirt and looked at me and Joe. Back and forth. At first I couldn't place the expression on his face. Then it hit me, amazement. I leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

"You stayed, you both stayed," he said in awe. "I thought I was imagining you were still here and I was alone again."

"Jonathan, my son, you will never be alone again."

"Never, we will never desert you," Joe whispered and Jon started crying again.

This time he cried himself to sleep and I carried him into my room and put him on the bed. Joe and I each pulled up a chair on opposite sides of the bed so Jon would see one of us when he woke up.

Someplace along the line, God knows I don't know how long this took, Eric and Ton-Ton returned. Eric offered to relieve either one of us and we accepted just long enough to hit the john and grab a soda. We filled him in on what had happened and sent him out to stay with the other victim.

Ton-Ton brought us supper and stayed staring at Jon for a while. I reached out and took his hand.

"Mr. Werner, Eric, told me what you told him. I'm sorry if I brought Jon pain."

"It may be too early for you to understand, Ton, but he needed to get the feelings out."

"Feelings?"

I saw Joe turning towards me and motioned him over. "Look, Ton, did you ever wonder why you were getting hit?"

"My father said it was because I was bad. 'Devil spawn' he called me."

"So it was your fault that he and your brothers did this to you?"

"Momma too." He realized he hadn't answered the question. "I don't know, they told me I deserved it and I believed them. Are you saying they lied to me."

"Did you deserve this?" Joe asked. "To be beaten and thrown away like a piece of garbage? Nobody deserves to be treated like you and Jon were treated."

"No, we didn't and, no, we don't," said a groggy voice from the bed. The three of us turned and saw Jon awake and propping himself up on one elbow.

I hurried over and took him in my arms. "You feeling better, son?"

A shrug. "Something to drink please."

"I'll get it," Ton-Ton said and ran out.

Joe sat on the other side of the bed and we sat in silence until Eric and Ton-Ton reentered the room. Jon took a slow, long drink from the glass.

When he was finished he put the cup down on the table and looked at the four of us as he finished sitting up. He looked haggard and still half out of it but back in control. I offered him my plate but he shook his head. "More soda?"

He started to nod but then shook his head. "I don't want any of you leaving here yet. I'm still trying to believe that you're all still here. For the first time I have a real family. I mean Styan, I knew you loved me, and that Joe, you loved me but that was because I was always good, but I was afraid if something bad happened that you'd desert me."

"Your dad and boyfriend both love you, Jon; they would never leave you. I will also be your friend if you will be mine."

"Of course I'll be your friend, Ton-Ton, and thanks, Uncle Eric. But Ton-Ton, we must never forget that what they did to us was not our fault. I think I know that now, but it is a hard lesson."

Ton-Ton climbed up on the bed and leaned his head on Jon's chest. "I know, but I try and learn it."

Supper grew cold, stomachs rumbled but somehow we all stayed together in that room and slept together that night.

The phone woke us late the next morning. It was my father calling with the news. Ton-Ton's mother had broken down and confessed everything almost as soon as they said Ton-Ton was alive. When they started questioning his older brothers they both took their shirts off and showed the police the signs of their own abuse. Regardless all four were in jail pending hearings. The D.A. was promising jail time for all four, even if they cooperated. Family Services had agreed that Ton-Ton could stay with us until the end of our vacation. Hopefully the publicity will die down by then. He would stay with Eric until a satisfactory home could be found.

For the rest of the two weeks we played, swam, shopped, talked and cried. Jon and I are going to see separate psychiatrists to help with his recovery and my role in it. But he's still going to start school in two weeks.

Chapter 15
Library and School

Told by Jon Sorrel

Before I start telling the story I have a quick word to all of you who have been following Styan and my adventures since the beginning. You see my dad's been telling the story up to know, and doing a great job at it. But this part's about Joe and me at school and instead of me telling him and him telling you we decided that I'd just tell you myself. Not that Joe and Styan aren't going to help, after all they both have a lot more schooling than I do.

Well, wish me luck.

Jonathan Sorrel

Styan and I held each other tight our first night back from the cabin. No sex, very few words, just two people who love and care for each other thinking about what could have been and rejoicing in what we have together. The truth is the two of us are having sex less and less as we move closer to what I guess a true father and son relationship is supposed to be. Besides, I have Joe and he has Eric so it's not like those needs aren't being taken care of.

Monday morning I'm sound asleep and this monster walked in and started shaking me. I tried burrowing into my sheets but the demon kept after me.

"Go away," I grumbled waving my arm in the general direction of the door.

"Come on, time to get up and go to work."

"Why?"

"You have a library to complete."

I sat upright in bed, "Oh shit, I forgot all about it. I've got to shower, what should I wear?" Without waiting for an answer I ran into the bathroom.

When I finished my shower I walked back into my room and saw dad had put some clothes out for me. Dark slacks and a white dress shirt, ugh. I walked into my closet and tuned on the light. The first thing I spotted was the leather jacket I'd been wearing the night we met. The ripped jeans and everything else had long since been tossed out but I kept the jacket, even though I never wore it. I stroked the leather and remembered that chilly March night that had changed my life, a whole lot of lives I guess, forever. Not seeing any shirts I liked better I dressed and went into Styan's room.

"I feel like a dork in this outfit, Styan."

"Get used to it, that's what you have to wear to school every day."

"Every day? You said they didn't have uniforms."

"No uniforms but they do have a dress code and that's it."

"Next you'll be telling me I have to wear underpants too."

"No, a jock for gym though."

I groaned, "Do I have to."

"Yes, my gym teacher made us run laps all period if he caught us without one. So you'll wear it, besides you don't need hassles over something stupid like that."

"Yes, daddy, now can we have some breakfast."

"Yes, son, you can go make our breakfast. I'll be down in a minute."

I pursed my lips and blew, making that disgusting sound boys love so much.

Styan and I walked into his office at ten to nine and dad groaned. Two weeks worth of mail, memos and phone messages formed several mounds on his desk. There was a knock on the door and we turned to see Harry Lowell, his partner.

"Hi, welcome back. The two of you in the conference room in ten minutes with Gary Black and me. See you then. Oh, and your dad told me about your adventures. I'm proud of you." With that he was gone.

Fifteen minutes later we were sitting around the table. Mr. Lowell introduced Gary to me and explained that Gary had been in charge of reviewing my plans.

"I have to tell you I was impressed with your work before Mr. Lowell told me how old you were. Before we start reviewing the design I have one question."

"Yes," Jon said.

"Where did you get your cost figures from."

"I just used what was in the computer's database. My goal was to give them what they wanted and at a quarter million under budget."

"And how old are you again?" Gary asked.

"Fourteen, fifteen in November. My family's owns a growing business and I remember my father bitching that the stupid architects always used every penny in the budget and the builders always used more than that."

"Well, I can't say you made a mistake but there's a problem with the numbers you used."

"What? I checked and the numbers weren't that old."

"Wrong way, you used New Jersey labor rates and not Colorado which are significantly lower. Same with some of the materials. You didn't come in a quarter million under; you came in a full million under budget."

"Shit," I turned red, "sorry. Then I can redo the theater the way I wanted to."

"Why? It's a perfectly good lecture hall now." Gary said.

"Using the New Jersey numbers it would cost between five and seven hundred thousand to put in a projection room and make the stage and backstage areas suitable for live performances. Give them what they need and not just what they want."

"Gary, Jon, you two get to work. We expect a progress report by tomorrow afternoon," Styan said. "Jon, listen to Gary."

"Yes, dad."

"OK, Styan. Let's take all this back to my office, Jon," Gary said.

I'd never worked as hard as I did those three days. Don't get me wrong, being a boy whore wasn't easy but let's face it there isn't much mental or even physical work in giving blow jobs to guys who can't believe this young boy is doing it to them. Some customers just wanted to see me naked as they jerked off. After I stopped wearing the T-shirt there was one guy who after staring at my smooth hairless chest in the middle of the mall would drop a five dollar bill by my feet as he walked by. Never said a word or indicated he wanted something more. But hell, back then five dollars was supper and something for late at night.

Hold it, I've got to catch my breath.

Look, I know a lot of you would love to hear about some of my experiences but not right now. Right now its Wednesday evening and Gary just dropped me off after celebrating our successful final presentation. It's a firm tradition that when associates complete a project the company pays for a fancy dinner. And all we did was eat and talk. Gary's as straight as I'm gay – a newlywed to boot.

Joe and Styan are waiting for me as I walk through the door, sly smiles on their faces and their hands being their backs.

"OK, what you got back there?"

"You mean besides a very cute ass?" Joe asked.

"It'll be a very red ass if you don't cut it out."

"Promises, promises."

"Later for that boys," Styan interrupted before my cock got too hard. "In honor of your achievement Joe and I decided to get you the most modern drafting equipment available." With that they gave me a box of number two pencils, a T-square, protractor and a drawing board.

After a half hour Joe and I went up to my room. It was his turn to go up first and my cock sprang to life watching that very cute ass. While I was still dressed up he was wearing a mesh jersey and a pair of tight running shorts. As soon as I'd locked the door behind me I slipped my hands underneath the jersey and pulled him to me. Our lips locked, our tongues danced and I felt Joe's hands caressing my ass. My hands slipped past his waistband and I felt the warmth of his cheeks. When a finger found his crack he broke the kiss.

"Horny aren't you?"

"The way you're dressed my love, what do you expect?"

"Say those two words again."

"My love."

He took his shirt off. "Again."

"My love."

He dropped his shorts and stood naked before me. "For my love," Joe said.

Joe started unbuttoning my shirt while I got rid of my shoes and socks. "Oh shit," I moaned as his lips first kissed and then started chewing on my left nipple. I finished stripping and Joe led me to the bed.

"Lay down tired working man."

"Yeah, take care of me and I'll take care of my honey."

"And who might that be?"

"The sexy boy who goes with this," I replied as I grabbed his cock.

Grinning, he slowly removed my hand and started kissing his way down my chest. With each peck my cock got bigger. I ran my fingers through silky hair that had been trimmed back to a long surfer cut.

"I love you so much," I moaned as he swallowed my nuts, "oh yeah, oh yeah, oh shit, stop, shit stop before I shoot."

He pulled off and looked me in the eye, "Love, you've got enough cum in you to shoot five times tonight, and I intend to get every drop of it."

As he licked my cock-head I lay down and realized it was true. With Ton-Ton hanging around us constantly at the cabin the two of us hadn't had much time for sex, and to be honest I hadn't really been in the mood. With my working the last three days I'd jerked off maybe once a day.

The sensation of my cock being enveloped by a moist, warm mouth brought me back to the present and I concentrated on holding back as long as I could. Make Joe work for that huge first load. But I guess I taught him too well because when he had all of me inside him he ran his tongue along the bottom of my throbbing rod and I filled his throat with a gallon of cum. My back arched and I came close to throwing him off the bed as I screamed with release. When I finally finished shooting down his throat I collapsed back on the bed and sighed. Joe kept slurping for a few more minutes while I almost fell asleep.

A rap on the door woke me. "You guys all right in there?" Styan asked.

"Fine dad, sorry just got a little carried away."

"OK, just take it easy. I'm too old to be running up here every time you shoot."

Joe and I started laughing and he didn't stop till I brought his cum coated mouth to mine.

When I'd taken a fair share of my cum into my mouth I lay Joe down on his stomach and spread his cheeks. There was one of my favorite sights in the whole world. His butt hole. I stuck one finger all the way up, it slid in easily, unlike the first time I'd fucked this gorgeous ass. It's still a lot tighter than mine, thank God. Not that mine's one of those you can stick a fist in with no sweat, just well broken in from years of use and abuse.

I put three fingers into my mouth and coated them with the combination of cum and saliva that I'd created. I slowly inserted them into his hole while I swallowed what was left in my mouth.

"Oh yeah, fucking yeah," Joe moaned as my fingers penetrated his ring and stroked his insides. "That feels so good, I've missed you so much."

"Me or my cock?"

"Don't ask questions just fuck me love. Fuck me now and fuck me hard."

I pulled my fingers out, cleaning them on his cock as I flipped him over and put his legs on my shoulders. I put my hard cock on his rosebud and shoved in with one stroke until my pubes hit his ass. I leaned down and kissed him.

"Fuck me man, do it."

I straightened up and started slowly humping my cock in and out of his ass. Every couple of strokes I slapped his cheeks lightly. They slowly turned pink as I sped up my fucking and spanking. Precum oozed out of Joe's cock and I spread it over his rod and started stroking while I fucked.

"Shit, I don't know how much more I can take," Joe said. "Oh yeah, fucking yes." I stopped fucking while I stroked his cock; the movement of his ass muscles as he came closer to orgasm kept me right at the edge.

He clenched his muscles around my cock, moaned and shot his load all over my hand and chest. As he shot I stroked three times and filled his butt with my boy cum. My second load was almost as big as my first, and his was massive as well. When we were finally finished shooting I turned him over on his side and cuddled behind him without removing my gradually subsiding penis from his love canal.

"That was great love," I whispered in his ear.

"Better than great love," he replied, "but I'm beat."

"Me too, let's rest a bit."

"Yeah, just don't go anywhere," he said while clamping my cock in his ass.

It was pitch black outside when old reliable woke me up. That's right, just as it has since the first night I spent in this house, my home, I woke up having to piss my guts out. Fortunately Joe and I had separated sometime during the night so I was able to crawl out of bed without waking him.

Five minutes later I closed the light and opened the door and headed back into my room.

"I thought I told you not to go anyplace," a tired voice said.

"You wanted me to piss in your ass? Go back to sleep."

"Get me something to drink love."

"Sure, what?"

"Cum. You stopped at two, you owe me three."

I glanced at the clock, midnight, why the hell not. I crawled over him and took his nipples in my teeth. Joe's rod started pushing into mine and both kept growing as I nibbled on his chest.

Joe grabbed my head and guided my mouth to his cock. I didn't bother reminding him that I was the one who was supposed to shoot and swallowed.

"Oh yeah, oh fucking yes," he moaned.

I brought my head up, "keep it down, Styan's sleeping."

Wordlessly he pushed my head back down and I started bobbing my head up and down. Taking a little more into my mouth each time until I met his crotch. I kept my head still and caressed his throbbing prick with my tongue, carefully tickling every nerve ending until I was rewarded by a warm flow of boy juice. I swallowed every delicious drop.

Joe lifted my mouth off his wilting rod and flipped over leaving my face inches from his delectable butt. I lowered my head and rimmed his ass, working my tongue further and further into hole until I was breathing his cheeks. When I had lubricated his hole to my satisfaction I spit in my hands and coated my cock.

"Here comes number three lover," I whispered as my cockhead penetrated his outer ring.

"Fuck me man, ram it home."

And I did.

After I caught my breath I started fucking his tight ass with a fast steady rhythm. Joe buried his face in the pillow to muffle his moaning, but I could still hear him and I picked up the pace. Suddenly I heard a thud and realized I'd driven his head into the bed's headboard. I dragged him backwards and started pounding his ass again. Now the moans were a combination of pain and ecstasy.

The first time I came close I slowed down, midnight or not I wanted to make this last. I leaned over his back and nibbled on his shoulders and neck.

"Oh yeah, oh fucking yeah, mark me as yours."

I bit a little harder where his neck met his shoulder and started fucking again with slow, long strokes. As I bit into the other side I picked up the pace and when I felt his skin give I erupted into his ass with volley after valley of boy cum.

When I finally stopped shooting I realized I'd really bitten into his skin and blood was running from the marks. "Oh shit, I'm sorry love. I didn't mean to hurt you like that. It's not bad, the bloods stopped running."

Joe turned his head. "Do you hear me complaining? I can't take what you did but that doesn't mean I can't take what you do during sex."

I pulled out and turned away. Not just from seeing my teeth marks on both sides of his neck but the reference to my past. Especially the torture sessions my brothers indulged in. I started shaking and flinched when Joe wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm sorry Jon."

I turned into him, leaned on his shoulder and cried.

I must have cried myself to sleep because the next thing I remember is waking with the sun streaming onto my face, my head resting on Joe's chest. I lifted my head and stared into his bloodshot eyes.

"You alright love?" He asked tentatively.

I nodded, waited a second and nodded again with more authority. "You?"

"Now," he paused and I could see he was trying not to cry. "I was so scared. I didn't know what I'd done to you. I'm sorry Jon, you know."

I reached up and shut him up with a kiss and a smile. "It's not your fault, it is not your fault, it is not my fault. It's just sometimes something strikes home and it all comes to the surface. But never ask me to mark you again."

"I promise." We kissed gently and Joe fell asleep in my arms and I followed him a little bit later.

We woke at ten and shuffled down to the kitchen to find a note from Styan:

Hi guys:

About time you woke up. I'll be home at noon to take both

of you to the new students' orientation at Longston Academy and the

two of you have been invited to a party given by the freshman class

president. I accepted for you. Be ready and dress up.

Joe, your father dropped off your clothes. They're

in the living room.

Styan

"I hope they don't expect us to hit on the girls," Joe said.

"Wouldn't know how to. Never really talked to one. Dad how could you do this to me?"

"Just keep your hands off me and we'll be fine. It's just a get to know you party, if you're shy everybody will understand. I wouldn't be surprised if that English teacher set this up to make Monday easier."

"Don't remind me about Monday. I mean fourteen is a little old for your first day of school. I've never had anything like this in my life."

"This will be any harder than all the other first times since your last birthday?"

I thought about this while I got milk, eggs, butter and cheese out of the refrigerator for breakfast. It had been a wild nine, ten months. Hell, I was lucky to be alive much less where I was.

We pulled into Longston Academy's main parking lot and slowly got out of the car. Joe's parents were waiting for us at the front door, which somehow looked about twice as big as it had the first time I'd walked through them. I wondered how big it would be on Monday. When the five of us entered the auditorium they had designated seating areas for each grade starting with six and going up twelve. I was glad that there were quite a few other boys and girls in our section.

I felt a slight push on my arm and realized that I'd stopped in the aisle and was holding up traffic. I hurried in and sat between Joe and Styan. A long black mop of hair slowly turned in the seat in front of us and I found myself looking at the most angelic looking boy I'd ever seen.

"Hi Joe, how you been?"

"Tony? They sent you here?"

"Only one around that would take me after last year that wasn't at least five hundred miles away. Who's your friend?"

"Tony this is Jonathan Sorrel, Jon this is Antonio Calluchio. In the papers it would have 'drugs are us' in parenthesis between his first and last name."

"Hey I'm clean. Spent the summer in rehab and get to see my probation officer every week to piss in a glass."

"Cool," I said, "fresh start for all of us I guess."

"You new in town?"

Someone knocking on the mike rescued me. We turned and saw Dr. Gilead standing at the podium with two rows of teachers and students sitting behind him. At the opposite end of the front row I spotted Mr. Halsey and relaxed a little.

"I want to welcome our incoming middle and high school students to Longston Academy. You arrive here from a variety of backgrounds and for as many different reasons. When you walk through the doors on Monday you walk in with a clean slate, which should be a relief to some of you." Nervous giggles came from all around the room.

"Our founders designed Longston Academy to be an enjoyable but demanding educational experience. An experience we hope you will look back on with pleasure long after you graduate. Now before we continue I am going to introduce our staff, and remember their names because there will be a quiz when you get to your home rooms."

A chuckle swept the auditorium but I tried to keep track of the names and prayed that I would at least remember my home room teacher's name. The teachers were followed by the student council and class presidents. Barton Finch was introduced as the ninth grade class president and I hoped he wasn't as frigid as he looked up there. If he was my first school party was going to be horrid.

The first stop for the new high school students was the cafeteria where we received our home room assignments and schedules.

"Jonathan Sorrel?" said a voice from behind. I turned and found myself face to face with Barton Finch. He was smiling which made him look a hell of a lot nicer. I shook his offered hand.

"President Finch, an honor."

He laughed, it was a soft laugh, the kind of laugh that makes you wonder. "Barton please or I'll have to call you Mr. Sorrel for the next four years. I'm glad you and Joe are coming to my house tonight."

"Looking forward to it. It'll be nice to know some people before school starts."

Barton looked around and lowered his voice. "Is it true you've never been to school before?"

I nodded, "Home schooled up to now, but that's for another time."

"I understand," he whispered, then added in his normal voice, "nice meeting you, here's the directions to my house. See you then." He handed me a piece of paper, winked and turned away. At that moment an announcement came over the speakers instructing us to head to our home rooms.

Joe and I headed to our home room. My love lead as the crowded maze of hallways had me confused and nervous. The realization that there would be a lot more people on Monday brought me to a standstill. Joe walked another yard or so before he realized I wasn't next to him and came back.

"What's wrong Jon?"

"There are so many people, it's so confusing," I blinked back tears. "I'm scared."

"You'll be fine, we'll get through this together," Joe said.

A hand on my shoulder made me jump.

"You OK Jon?" I looked up and saw it was Mr. Halsey and shook my head.

"There are so many people, I've never had to deal with this many people at one time. I, I, I don't know."

"True, but you're a survivor kid and you'll survive this place. Next Friday you'll laugh when you remember this."

"Promise?" I looked up at him.

"You kidding? This is going to be a bitch for you, but between Joe, Styan and me you will make the adjustments needed. Now come on, we have to get to our home room."

I nodded and walked between Mr. Halsey and Joe and sat at a desk with my name on it. Joe's was on my right. There were eight of us all together with a total of eighteen desks in the room arranged in two semicircles facing the desk. Joe and I were in the center of the rear circle. My favorite teacher had each of us say our name and where we had gone to school. Everybody stared when I said I had been home-schooled up to now.

"That must have been cool being able to work at your own pace and when you wanted to," one of the girls said. How was I ever going to remember all these names?

"Yeah, but its kind of lonely, especially out where I lived, and my step-mother was a very strict disciplinarian. I'm glad to be here instead."

"I hope you feel that way in the Spring Jonathan, next," Dick Halsey said. I let out a sigh of relief and joined in the laughter.

When that part was finished Dick spent the next half-hour reviewing school rules and policies. Stressing which were important, which were strictly enforced and which were enforced when it was appropriate. The last thing he did was hand us each a set of maps which would lead us through the rest of orientation and our regular school days. Then he gave us ten minutes to relax.

Joe and I compared our schedules. We had eight classes plus lunch. I had history, math, Spanish, study, lunch, English, gym, biology and finished with architecture. Joe started with history too and then went to English, Spanish, biology, lunch, study, gym, math, and finished the day with me in architecture. All together we had four classes plus lunch together. The bell startled me but then I remembered the drill that Joe had told me the other day: Pray for the bell unless you need time to finish a test.

Joe and I found our first class without any problems, it was only two doors away. For me the big test was finding my own way to my math classroom since it was in the opposite direction from Joe's English class. As I wondered around I heard my name called and saw one of the girls from my home room.

"Sheila?" she nodded, "where you heading?"

"Advanced freshman math," she checked the schedule, "room 234."

"Me too, do you have a clue?"

"Let's see we're at 217," we checked the map, "if we go to the next hall and go right it should be two doors down," she pointed to the right.

"Let's go," I said. I knew I should say something but didn't know what was right. I figured she'd just charge it to nerves and shyness but I knew there was ignorance on top of that. We walked in right at the bell and found we were seated next to each other.

Up to then I'd just been nervous about being in school. Listening to Ms. Euclid I started worrying if I could do the work. I know what the test said and maybe it was right but I had no idea what all the terms she was tossing around meant. She must have noticed my panic because she called me up to her desk when she finished her presentation.

"Is there something wrong Jonathan?"

"Just a little overwhelmed I guess."

"I reviewed your math test and you'll be fine."

"Thanks Ms. Euclid, it's just that I didn't recognize any of those terms you used. When the problems came up on the screen I figured them out but, y'know."

"Mr. Halsey briefed all your teachers about your situation Jon. We are here to help you, not make your life miserable. If you need extra help just ask. Understand?" She handed me a book. "Here's your copy of our textbook. Take it home and review the glossary over the weekend. That'll help a little."

I let out a sigh of relief and nodded. "Yes ma'am, thanks."

I beat Joe to our Spanish class. OK, it was just around the corner from my math class but it made me feel better. He walked into the room with Tony, who had been in his English class the period before. They walked over to me and started telling me about their English teacher. It turned out the three of us had lunch and gym together as well. I walked out able to say buenos dias.

For study hall I had a first year teacher who took reading the rules seriously while most of my fellow students tried not to laugh. It was in a large classroom and was made up of ninth and tenth graders. As I had in all my classes I looked to see if I knew anybody from before. For the first time there was a possibility but he was sitting in front of me and I don't think he saw me.

Lunch would have been just as stupid except Joe and Tony were waiting with our snacks when I got there. Dr. Gilead had been right; the food wasn't quite as good and the service just didn't compare to my first visit. After the announcements Tony had us rolling on the floor with his stories.

After lunch it was back to my home room and English with Mr. Halsey. Being an advanced class he was more serious than during home room. Not too worried about spelling, especially on in-class assignments, but there would be a lot of reading and writing. Not only did he give us one of our textbooks but told us to read the first story and be ready to discuss it on Monday. I gulped and shook my head with the rest of the kids when he asked if that would be a problem. One of the other boys asked what about the other kids in the class and Dick said he had already mailed them their assignments.

Going to the gym and boy's locker room was a little scary though I was sure nothing would happen today. Besides, since I'd stopped shaving my body I had reacquired a reasonable amount of body hair for an almost fifteen-year-old. Joe, Tony and I picked out lockers together and put our two sets of gym uniforms in them. Coach Hope, and he promised five hundred laps of the football field to the first one who called him Coach Hopeless, made us practice unlocking our locks. He promised twenty laps to the first one who asked him for their combo. All of us went scurrying for pens and scraps of papers to write down our combinations. Oh, and Styan was right, you ran laps all period if he caught you without your jock on, no excuses.

My biology teacher was in his mid-twenties; long sun bleached hair, thick glasses and a smile that dazzled. I think I'm going to enjoy this class. If I can keep my mind on his lectures.

Finally I got to what might be my trickiest class, Introduction to Architecture-Computer Assisted Drawing. Styan and I agreed that I had to keep pace with the class or just slightly ahead and not design any multi-million dollar libraries the first week of class. Joe made me promise that he'd get at least a B in the class.

At last orientation was over and with a huge feeling of relief Joe and I headed back to the auditorium. After a few last words of encouragement from Dr. Gilead we were done and I walked out of school.

Feels nice writing that.

Let's be honest, there were plenty of times in the first fourteen years of my life when I figured I'd never leave the house alive. One day my asshole brothers or one of their buddies would go too far and I'd be dead. Even at the best of times I figured I didn't have any kind of future. Not that there were many best of times or that the idea of a future besides a coffin ever really occurred to me. Even after I finally escaped all I thought about was surviving until I could get some kind of job. To be going to a real school, never entered my mind.

I went home with Styan and Joe went with his parents. Styan's got a date with Eric tonight so the Werners are doing the driving to and from the party and I was going to sleep over at his house for a change. Give Styan and Eric some privacy so they can 'talk'.

When we got home I told my foster dad what had happened and I almost lost it again. Dad held me, comforted me and told me how proud he was of me.

"You know son, there are a lot of things hidden in your mind and you can never tell what is going to spring a memory, an emotion. I don't know if you can really prepare against letting it affect you but you have to deal with it when they attack."

"Explain."

"OK, this morning it's really clear what set it off and just avoiding anything resembling s&m with Joe should avoid it. But there may be something you read for school in history or English for example that hits too close for home and you have to adjust quickly."

"Like if we discuss the religious wrong in history I can't take their anti-gay shit personally but just discuss it rationally."

"Right, or if something happens like at the Y."

I nodded, "but with Joe and Tony there with me I should be physically safe."

"But that's the kind of thing I'm talking about. There will be a time you will either come out of the closet or be forced out and you have to be prepared for the reaction. It could also just be reading about abused kids or."

I held up my hand. "I get the picture dad, but right now I'm more worried about getting through this party. I walked to math class with one girl and didn't know how to talk or act with her. What do I do when one comes up to me? I can't roll into a ball you know. I'm not even sure how to talk with boys like Barton Finch who are used to this kind of thing."

"First rule is to continue breathing."

"Dad," I rolled my eyes.

"Trust me, sometimes you forget when you're nervous. More importantly, let them take the lead. Answer their questions and get them talking about themselves or how they find school. They'll love telling you secrets about the place. Finally, no drinking, drugs, kissing, sucking or fucking. If the first two start call Joe's parents to come get you right away.

"Don't worry, I don't want to end up like Peter."

We looked at each other and started laughing. Through tears Styan whispered, "at least one of your God forsaken brothers set you a proper example."

I collapsed into his arms and we watched TV together until supper.

I showered again after supper, wasn't sure how much sweating I'd done at school. I put on a beige pair of pants and a purple shirt; a little different from the black and white I'd worn to school. I also left the top two shirt buttons undone and my socks off. I was looking at a good-looking kid in the mirror when the doorbell rang. Almost did recognize myself.

Barton lived in a gated community called Camelot Gardens and all the streets were named after knights or other inhabitants of the Arthurian tales. Barton lived on Merlin Way which was shaped like an upside down wizard's hat, a narrow opening and spreading wider as you went further in. His house was at the base of the hat. I know it's a little weird coming from as rich a family as I do but I was really impressed by the street and especially the sprawling brick house I was heading to.

I was relieved when Barton opened the door himself, I'd half expected a butler, and after we shook hands he lead us downstairs into a large room filled with twenty to thirty boys and girls. I recognized some from orientation and figured the rest were returnees. There was music in the background, a table with snacks and soda against the far wall and some couches. Joe and I walked around as Barton left us to answer the doorbell. Around a corner we found a pool table, two video arcade games and Tony talking to another boy.

We walked over and Joe shook his head. "Talk about odd couples, never thought I'd see the two of you together."

"Good to see you too Joey," Tony said, "I guess it's up to me to make the introductions. Jonathan Sorrel this is Andrew Clayton McGuyver the third, Andy, Jon.

The new boy shook his head as he extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, but please keep it Andrew, this poor wretch is the only one who gets away with Andy, and only because I've known him since pre-school. Do you prefer Jon or Jonathan."

"Unless it makes you uncomfortable I prefer Jon."

"Andrew made the move over last year, before that he was always at the head of our class as opposed to Tony who was the class head," Joe said.

Tony must have seen the confused look on my face. "What your friend is trying to say is that Andrew always had the best grades while I was the class drug head for the last couple of years. So what was it like being home-schooled?"

"Very lonely, mostly they just handed me some educational software and told me to learn it. My father and step-mother were not very supportive." I stopped and shrugged, not knowing where to go, or how.

Joe put his arm around my shoulders and squeezed, "Let's say that if we put everybody's in this room real and imagined hurts from their family together we wouldn't come close to Jon's reality and leave it at that. Including yours Tony."

"I'm sorry if I hit the wrong button Jon, I'll keep my mouth shut," Tony said.

"No problem, you couldn't know, maybe another time and place. So Andrew what are the three of us getting ourselves into?"

I have to give Andrew credit; he started talking about school without missing a beat. Whether he meant to or not he actually eased some of my concerns. Yeah it was going to be a shit load of work but Ms. Euclid was serious when she offered all the extra help I needed. Tony was another story. While he seemed to be paying attention his eyes never left me and I knew he was wondering how hard my life had been to be that much worse than his own.

I found myself praying that Joe was right. Weird isn't it?

As he wound down Andrew turned towards me and paused. I knew what was coming.

"Jon, I know you don't want to."

"Lamont's my cousin on my father's side, not really sure about how close but I've only seen him a couple of times. And relax, I have a feeling I'll be saying that about a million times in the next few weeks."

"Say what?"

We turned and saw our host approaching.

"That I'm Lamont's distant cousin and not close in any way," I said and the others said two.

Barton turned and pointed to a tall, slender girl with waist length brown hair. "That's Betty Collins, she's the ninth grade editor for the school's newspaper. Maybe we can get her to run a story about you."

"Did I hear you using my name in vain Barton?"

My stomach turned as Barton introduced everybody. I might really have to talk to a girl now.

Betty looked at me. "Sorrel, are you related to Lamont Sorrel?"

"Three," Joe, Andrew, Tony and Barton said in unison.

"Sorry Betty. Andrew asked, and I said I expected to be asked that question a million times. Then when Barton asked it became two and you became three. The answer is he's a distant cousin and we're not close in any way. Actually Barton was suggesting that we get you to write a story to save me the hassle."

"Something under the headline 'Lamont Who?' has possibilities."

"Let me think about it," I said and forced a smile, "but come up with a different headline. Nobody growing up in this town can say that with a straight face."

"But that's the idea. Look I'll write something up and let you see it before I submit it. Let me warn you though, this is the last time I'll give you that privilege. Screw up and you'll be first page news."

I smiled back at her. "What's that saying, yes, as long as they spell your name right any publicity is good publicity. But I will try to stay out of your magnifying glass. So when did you start going to Longston?"

"Betty was born at Longston," Barton said.

Betty slapped him on the shoulder lightly. "Now don't go spreading stories Bart, you know mom made it to the hospital in time," she turned back to us," my mother is an elementary school teacher at Longston. Timed my birth so it fell late July and was back to work in September. Got Gilead to open the day care center to new borns. I've got more seniority than two-thirds of the faculty."

"Then you must know where all the bodies are buried," Tony said.

A slight nod was the only answer.

"You three have been hiding back here with Andrew long enough, it's time for you to meet the others," Barton said, "Andrew you take Joseph, Betty you take Tony and I'll take Jon around. Any questions, no, good."

With a little pressure on my back he had me moving around the room and meeting everybody else in a crowd that had grown to at least forty people. I was glad to see Sheila there as well as a few other faces I remembered from my various classes. When we had finally talked to everybody at least once we were at the bottom of the steps.

"You want a tour of the house?" Barton asked.

"Sure, the outside was really impressive as we drove up."

"Thanks, my dad spent a lot of time designing the place."

It was a half-hour later that Barton opened the door to his room on the top floor and waved me in. There was a king size bed, two desks, one with a computer on it, TV, stereo system.

"This is really something, you've got everything here except a refrigerator."

"Next to the bookcase. I picked everything out myself, completely redid it over the summer."

I could feel his eyes on me as I wondered around the room. This is what I should have had, I thought. He spoke again when I was near his bed.

"I've dreamed of having you up here since the first time I saw you Fido."

I froze.

"Saw you at the mall countless times and heard about you from some of my friends you stayed with, but I was never able to invite you. I just fantasized about the two of us together."

"Barton, please."

"Don't deny it, I could never forget your face."

"I won't deny it, but Fido died after I moved in with my foster father. I'm sorry it didn't happen before, I could have really used somebody like you back then but things have changed. I'm sorry."

"I know, I just wish that it could still happen."

I walked over and kissed him gently on the lips. "I've got a boyfriend Barton and I love him, but there may be a time and place. Just promise me this goes no further."

He kissed me back, "I promise, and you keep it our secret too, I'm not ready to really come out yet."

We kissed one last time and went back down.

Chapter 16
The First Week

Told by Jon Sorrel

School's been more work than I expected – but it's also been more fun.

I guess I should backtrack a little. When I got home the day after the party the first thing I did was tell Styan what happened at the party, especially up in Barton's room. Styan said he thought I'd handled it right, explaining to Barton that Fido was dead. God I was in such shock that night. Fido's been dead for months, since that day we went to the ballpark. I guess I thought nobody would bring him up again. Styan warned me that somebody might do it at school, that I had to be prepared.

Gym's been the hardest class. I've caught some of the other guys looking at me, and to be honest I've found myself checking some of the other guys out. I've also recognized some of my hosts from my time on the streets. I don't know if they've recognized me dressed up like this. Let's face it torn jeans, leather jacket, ratty sneakers and a torn tee-shirt are not quite the same thing as slacks, white shirt, jacket and black shoes. A couple of them have been among those checking me out in gym.

My real concern is Joe. We made it through this week without talking about it. If I get outed it's one thing, I really don't care. Is my love ready?

School's been fun. Mr. Halsey's class has been the most challenging. Math and Science have been hard with learning the terms and doing the problems. But everybody was right, the teachers have really been helpful, taking the time to explain what all those terms mean. I did study the glossary over the weekend. OK I skimmed it.

But Dick Halsey in English, he's making me think. I just found out that some kids call him Admiral after some guy in some song by Wings, whoever they were. Not just learning how to handle numbers or how cells work but he's actually making me think, understanding what the authors trying to say. What Styan and I have been doing is pretty much straight narrative biography, no deep hidden meaning in my life. The only wonder is that I've survived. Not only that I've survived physically, but emotionally. How I made it through and been able to put my life back together. Let's be realistic, what kind of life have I had. Especially the first fourteen years.

Shit, fucking harder than I thought. I want to hate my father for what happened to me. In a lot of ways I do. He was and still is wrapped up in running the business. For my half-brother's sake he remarried their mother, now, forget it. I wonder about my brothers sometimes, wondering if they think about me. What I really wonder though is the older two things had sons of their own, who fortunately are still over here and didn't go over to the Middle East with the assholes. Did my half-brothers rape them? Would they have given time? I just hope that if it ever comes to that they have mothers' to go along with a grandfather who'll listen to them. Hopefully a grandfather whose warned my sisters-in-law. You know I don't even know any of their names. I was at the wedding ceremonies but taken back upstairs before the party. I don't think I ever met my nephews, wonder if they even know they have an Uncle Jon.

Boy, am I getting morose right now and I started this of on such a high note, getting through my first week of school. Not just my first week of high school as a ninth grader but my first fucking week of school – ever. Up to now all my learning has been computer based. They gave me programs to learn all the basics, and I learned quite a lot since I'm keeping up in all my classes, even Spanish for God's sake. The most amazing thing for me this past week is how I've been dealing with the other teachers and other students. The party last Friday really was a help. At least one of the returning students is in each of my classes and I see most of the rookies everyday as well. Even the girls I've found easier to deal with than I thought, I just try to not think of them as women, they're not they're girls, they're not my stepmother. No, she's not, she's my half-brothers' mother.

That bitch of a witch was never my stepmother unless it suited her. She had to know what her precious sons were doing, encourage it. Her precious little babies. God am I going back and forth today. I don't know what it is. I should be happy with myself, I am. Maybe that's the problem. I never, I shouldn't have to be having this now with Styan. Why didn't I have it with my father and her? Why couldn't she accept me? Why couldn't he have paid attention? Damn them both.

Back to school, wait a second, that's not fair to you right now. You'd think I'd let go by now. It's almost a year. Another five weeks to my fifteenth birthday, the first anniversary of my escape. I'm going to tell you something that I've never even told Styan.

That night, I almost didn't escape. I was dressed, at the gate, figured I could slip through the gate with no problem and out. But I almost didn't. Had no idea what was on the other side of that gate. In fact, to be honest with you, my room overlooked the woods in back of the house. I hardly even knew there was a gate. What was on the other side of it? I'd studied history, geography of the United States. I probably had a better idea of what was in New York, Los Angeles, Washington, D.C. or even London or Paris than I did Longston, New Jersey. I knew it was a town, that people worked and lived there. After all that's where my brothers' bastard friends who joined in raping and beating me were from. Though after a week of school I realize some were probably from surrounding towns that they'd met at Longston Academy.

But from around here I didn't know shit. What the fuck to do? Go back and subject myself to more punishment and abuse or take the chance? At that point a cold wind blew up and stung my back through the leather jacket and tee-shirt. I took it as a sign that if I went back my back would be stung worse, harder, more, and forever. I didn't want that. So I slipped through the gate.

I wandered that night and all of a sudden I saw a sign that said mall with an arrow pointing. I remembered seeing ads for Longston Mall on my television with a lot of wondrous places inside. People always seemed to be happy there, so I followed the signs until I came to this huge building with lighted signs all around the top. Names I knew only from commercials. McDonald's, J C Penny's, Macy's, other names that meant nothing to me. I walked around the building and looked at the lit windows and signs. There were only scattered cars in the parking lot and all the mall doors were locked. I had no idea what time it was, I hadn't thought to steal a watch, time never really meant anything to me. I turned yet another corner and came to a loading dock. A lot of these terms I know now, not then. I saw people inside and realized it was a way in, out of the cold. I walked along the truck and when nobody was around I jumped onto the dock, through the door and hid behind some boxes.

After the tractor-trailer left and the outside door was closed two men came and started moving boxes. I moved further back into the room. I didn't want to be spotted the first night out. But I wasn't discovered that night and I eventually fell asleep.

When I woke I was starving, I also realized there were a lot of voices around and both the door I'd come in and the door that led into the mall was open. I waited until I saw a couple of men leave and moved closer to the door. The next time they left I started to follow them and moved into a bigger storage room and through the next door saw the main part of the store and when the coast was clear I went in. I don't know what time it was but nobody seemed to care that a kid was wandering around by himself when he should have been in school. They were all so busy putting up decorations and stuff, Christmas.

This is going to be my first real Christmas this year. Wow. My only Christmas memory is from last year with Joe and his brother. That was a good one. If it wasn't for that he wouldn't be in my life today.

I wondered around the store until I found the exit into the mall and, believe it or not, found my way to my first McDonald's. I had seen all the commercials, and was a little disappointed when I didn't see Ronald McDonald wondering around with the girl bird and his other friends. I saw the counter, walked up and saw the choices and prices.

I went over to a table and pulled out the money I'd stolen. No, not stolen, collected as a fee is more like it. No, that's not right, makes it sound like I was already whoring on my birthday. That's right, it was my birthday, it was my birthday present money. Oh fuck it, call it whatever you want, the money was mine and that's really all that mattered at the time.

It added up to over a hundred dollars. I returned to the counter and ordered two hamburgers, fries and a coke. Fortunately I had a nice old lady behind the counter who told me I could save money by getting the extra value meal and if I super-sized it I would get more for the same money I was willing to spend. I thanked her and took the super-sized extra-value meal. I sat there eating pleased that there was at least one nice person out in the world. I really hadn't known that many.

I finished the burgers and fries and took the rest of my Coke out into the mall. Eventually I found an exit and went outside. Sometime later kids started showing up after school. It was wild. All these kids of all ages, my age, younger and older. And nobody tried to rape me! I got some looks, you know new kid, strangely dressed, but when I nodded at them they nodded back, even got a couple of smiles.

First time I realized there really was a world out there. What I saw on TV wasn't just make believe. Maybe there was a friend out there for me.

I wondered around the rest of the day and realized that I needed a place to sleep that night. I found that if I was careful I could return to my hiding place in Macy's storeroom. It kept up like that for a few days. A couple of small meals each day, just enough to keep me going. I knew the money would run out sooner or later, just didn't know when or what I'd do then.

On my fourth night I was discovered by one of the workers. It was an older guy, to me older though probably only in his forties, who found me sleeping. I guess I either turned over or was snoring or something and he woke me up. I'd taken my jacket off to use as a pillow and I screamed when I felt him shaking me.

"Settle down kid, settle down."

"I'm sorry sir, didn't take anything, didn't touch anything. Please don't beat me."

"It's OK, how long you've been staying here?"

"Four nights."

"Haven't stolen anything?"

"No sir."

"Runaway?"

I nodded.

"Eating?"

"Took some money."

"OK, go back to sleep, I'll wake you when my shift is over, right before the store opens."

"Thank you sir."

"Don't call me sir, I work for a living." He saw the puzzled look on my face. "Old army joke, officers didn't work, only us slob enlisted men. What's your name kid?"

"Fido."

"Fido? That's a dog's name."

"It's what my family called me, that's how they treated me."

"OK Fido, I can't solve your problems but at least you have a place to sleep."

"Thank you sir, Bob."

He saw me looking at him. "Are you gay kid?"

"What's gay?"

He rolled his eyes, don't blame him now. My brothers never called me gay, they called me "fucking dog faggot."

"Do you like having sex with men?"

"Oh that, I've done it all my life. If you want to have sex with me, it's fine with me."

Bob came closer and unbuttoned the top button on his jeans and started to unzip his fly. I moved over and knelt in front of him, waiting for him to pull his cock out. As soon as he was ready I took his rod in my hand and stroked it gently while I licked the head. It quickly grew to a respectable six inches [15 cm] long and about two inches [5 cm] around cock that I swallowed with ease when he touched the back of my head.

"You really are a natural cocksucker Fido. Work it."

It didn't take long for me to be swallow his load.

"Thanks kid," Bob said as he stuffed his rod back in his pants, "see you in the morning."

I went back to my hiding place. Right before I fell asleep a thought occurred to me, someone had actually thanked me for blowing him. Nobody had ever done that before.

A couple of days later I was sitting in McDonald's when a bunch of teen boys and girls came down from the counter and started sitting all around my table. Two of the boys slid in across from me.

"Hi, you new around here?" one asked.

"Yeah, you could say that," I said. I was nervous because I didn't know what they wanted from me, and I really didn't know how to talk to people then.

He stuck his hand out, "My name's Rick and this is Tony."

"I'm Fido."

The kids at the next table started barking and I blushed.

"Cut the shit," Rick said and it stopped.

"I know, it's a dog's name but that's how my family treated me and called me so," I shrugged.

"Runaway?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, but they'll never look for me or even call the cops." I wasn't sure of that then but I was right.

"Where you been sleeping?"

"Macy's storeroom, one of the guys lets me sleep there as long as I blow him every night."

Tony looked over at Rick.

"Look Fido," Rick said, "my parents are away for the night. Do you want to come over to my place. You can take a proper shower and sleep in a real bed."

A chill ran down my spine and I got really nervous. "You're, you're not going to hurt me are you?" I finally asked.

"What?" Rick's face fell but Tony put his hand on Rick's arm.

"Your family that bad kid?"

I nodded.

"We're not your family. My old man used to beat me before my mom kicked him out for good, and I promise you this, nobody is going to hurt you. Anybody does, you find Rick or me and it'll be the last time they hurt a defenseless kid."

I started crying and Tony moved around to my side of the table. He put his arm around me and pulled me close. I felt his lips on my forehead and I finally settled down.

"Thanks, I'm sorry if I insulted you Rick but I'm not used to people being nice to me."

"What Tony said is on the money. Now let's get going to my place. OK?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," I said and dried my eyes.

I rode in the back seat with Rick and Tony up front. I remember they asked me a couple questions about myself and my answers seemed to satisfy them. To be honest I used a lot of those answers until I found Styan, or he found me. Rick's house was a Cape Cod and his bedroom was upstairs and he shared a bathroom with his younger brother who had the other room and was spending the night with a friend. We stopped in his kitchen and grabbed three beers out of the refrigerator before we headed upstairs.

Believe it or not that was my first beer. Unlike with Peter my half-brothers' had never given me any alcohol or drugs to get me to go along or make it easier on me.

It was warm upstairs and Rick and Tony took their shirts off right away. I hesitated, but thought enough people had seen me completely naked who weren't trying to be my friends so why not.

"Holy shit," Tony whispered when he saw my back. "Your parents did that to you?"

I shook my head, "My half-brothers, rarely saw my father or stepmother. If it bothers you I can put my shirt back on."

By this time Rick had come over and I felt his hand slide gently down my back. Without thinking I sighed at his touch. "Earlier this year the school took us to a shelter for abused women and children and showed us some pictures, but none of them looked this bad. But keep your shirt off if you want Fido, up to you."

"I'll keep it off if you keep rubbing my back, it feels good."

"I've got a better idea, strip down to your underpants, lie down on the bed and I'll give you a massage."

I didn't know what a massage was but it sounded nice. There was only one problem. "I'm not wearing underpants."

"Then get naked and lie down, won't be the first time I've massaged a naked boy."

I smiled and stripped, before I went to the bed I turned to the two boys. "I want to thank you, you're being nice means a lot. And if you want more than just massaging my back just tell me."

"We'll ask you, not tell you," Tony said.

As I walked to the bed I heard Tony whisper, "Nice buns." I wiggled them and they giggled.

I lay down on the bed and a couple of minutes later I felt Rick's hands on my shoulders. He really did know how to give a good massage, I found out later that he helped the high school's trainer after he finished soccer or track practice. He touched places gently that hadn't been touched gently since my mother died. He worked from my shoulders to my waist and my feet upwards.

When he finally reached my butt I tensed but forced myself to relax under his strong hands. When he went back to my shoulders I fell asleep.

I was alone in the darkened room when I woke up and I panicked. I saw a trace of light under the door and headed towards it, bumping my shin on something before I found it. It took a minute to find the knob and I was really scared by the time I did and found that the door opened.

"Rick? Tony? Where are you?"

I heard footsteps running and I didn't know if I should feel relieved or scared. Rick came running up the stairs and I moved backwards.

"Stop Rick," Tony shouted from the bottom.

Rick stopped halfway up and held his hands up. "It's OK Fido, I'm not going to hurt you, I promised you that."

"Where were you?"

"When you fell asleep we went downstairs to watch TV. You OK now?"

I nodded slowly, "I'm sorry, it's just that…"

I couldn't go on and just sat down on the top step and cried. I felt arms around me and I looked up into Rick's eyes. His face moved closer and he kissed me gently on the lips. I responded, pressing mine tighter to his. Instinctively knowing this was a sign of caring and affection, that even if sex followed it would be different.

Rick's tongue rubbed against my lips and they parted and accepted it into my mouth and my tongue explored his. My hands took hold of his back and for the first time I enjoyed holding another man.

He lifted me up and carried me back over to his bed and lay me down, and joined me. My hand went to his waist and realized he had stripped down to his boxers and I found the waistband and started pulling them down. Rick put his hand on mine.

"You don't have to."

I smiled, "that's nice. Lift your hips."

He did and I slipped his boxers off. A very hard six inch [15 cm] cut cock sprung to attention when freed and after I put my head on his chest I started stroking it. Rick started moaning and leaking precum almost immediately. I moved down and licked the precum, it tasted good. At a sound I looked up and saw Tony standing naked in the door stroking his rod. "I think there's room on the bed," I said right before sucking on Rick's cockhead.

"C'mon buddy," Rick said and seconds later I felt Tony join us. He played with my ass and hole while I sucked on Rick's growing, throbbing prick. It was a few minutes later that I swallowed his load. As my half-brothers had trained me I sucked him and licked him dry. I started to move to do Tony when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked back into Rick's eyes and found our mouths together, our tongues joined.

"Lie down," Rick said, "I'm going to do something now probably nobody's ever done before."

I did as he said, and he was right. He sucked on both my nipples, getting them nice and hard and then licked down the faint trail of chest hair down to my growing cock. Then he put it in his mouth and gave me my first blow job. It wasn't his first and twice he brought me to the edge before I finally filled his mouth with boy cum. When I was spent and he released my cock we collapsed on the bed.

"I've sucked and been fucked I don't know how many times, but you were right Rick, that was the first time I've been sucked and it was great. Thanks."

"You up for one more?" Tony asked, "and it won't be an all day sucker." They started laughing and I joined in though I didn't get the pun at the time. But I moved around and took Tony's cock into my mouth and tried to go as slowly as I could but it still didn't take long for him to fill my throat. With that we snuggled together on the bed until Rick announced he was hungry and was going to order pizza.

When the doorbell rang Rick slipped his shorts on while Tony and I stayed naked on his bed. Tony turned and started nibbling on my earlobes and I sighed with pleasure. This might be only for one night but there really were nice people out there. I might need to use my body to get what I needed sometimes but for the first time it would be my choice to have sex and not someone else's. I turned towards Tony and kissed him gently on the lips and he responded hungrily.

I fed off his lust and felt myself aroused by kisses and touch. "Fuck me Tony," I said out of nowhere.

"Oh yeah, I've wanted to since we met. Turn over and I'll get the lube."

"What's lube for?" I asked as I turned over on my stomach.

"To make penetration easier."

I laughed, "don't be silly. Nobody's ever used it before and I'm experienced enough to take any cock. Just fuck me Tony."

He stuck two fingers up my ass and gently loosed my ass for a few minutes and again for one of the first times in my life I moaned with pleasure. Tony withdrew his fingers and after drawing me into the doggy position placed his cock at my entrance. I breathed deeply and relaxed my ass as he pushed in. Seconds later I felt his pubic hairs brush gently against my ass and said it again. "Fuck me Tony."

He did. With long, slow strokes he screwed my butt. Was it making love? I don't know, but it was good sex. Sex between two people who want to. After seven years of rape it was great. As his cock grew longer and thicker and began throbbing he began stroking my prostrate and I felt myself coming closer to orgasm. I resisted masturbating and concentrated on working my ass muscles. Then I felt a hand on my cock anyway and found that Tony had reached around and was working my cock in time with his thrusts up my ass.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me, stroke me Tony. It feels so good," I said gutturally and moments later I felt his seed fill my ass and I drowned Rick's bed with mine.

I collapsed bringing Tony with me.

Tony was the first to collect his breath and he kissed me gently on the cheek. "I know this is going to sound silly right after great sex but didn't Rick go down to get the pizza?"

"Yeah, and I am hungry now that you remind me. But I don't feel like getting dressed."

Tony pulled out and slipped his boxers on and stepped out of the room. By the time I was standing he was back with a towel. "Here tie this around your waist. It'll cover just enough."

He helped me and I kissed him.

We found Rick in the living room watching TV and munching on a slice of pizza. "Supper's cold, but that's probably the only cold thing around here."

"Rick, please," Tony said.

"It was my idea, not Tony's," I said, "Please don't be mad at him."

"I'm not, it's just I wanted to fuck you."

I picked up a slice and sat on his lap. Something hard started to grow below me. "There's plenty of time after supper, isn't there?" I wiggled my butt.

"Yeah, there is, but get off of me before I cum right now."

I got off as Tony put his arms around Rick's neck and kissed him. "You know I love you."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry love, Fido."

We finished the two pies, two orders of bread sticks and the rest of the six pack. Then we watched TV and talked until Tony had to go home.

Rick locked the house up, and brought me to him. As we kissed he untied the towel and let it drop to the floor. I let his hands roam where they might until he led me up the stairs. The smell in his bedroom reminded me of my room after a long sex session, but there was a difference. I tried passing it off on it being Rick and Tony and not the three assholes but wondered if the fact that I was willing had made a difference as well.

Such deep thoughts vanished as Rick led me to his cum soaked bed and lay me down on my back. "What position do you want me in?" I asked.

"This one," he said and took my cock into his mouth. Now I'd already cum a couple of times that day so I didn't think I had anything left inside me but man was I wrong.

Rick told me later that he and Tony were seventeen and had been having sex for four years. They dated girls because it was expected, even fooled around a bit. But at least for now they loved each other. I didn't understand it then, but when I met Joe I did.

I reached down and ran my fingers through Rick's medium length, light-brown hair and he increased his pace. I found myself gasping for breath as he began to draw sperm from the bottom of my balls, sperm that had been there since birth. My legs started cramping as it moved up the pathways and I screamed when it spilled into his mouth. My orgasm lasted long after my seed and I was exhausted when I finally stopped.

Rick moved up and we kissed, I tasted my sperm in his mouth and it revived me. "You ready?" I asked.

He took my hand and placed it on his thick, hard cock.

"You're ready, fuck me big boy."

Rick moved between my legs and lifted them over his shoulders. I've always been slight and his athlete's shoulders easily bore my weight. He entered me slowly and gently. Unlike Rick he took his time, an inch in, a half out until he was finally completely inside me. He was a better fucker than Tony, and I told him so. He made it last an impossibly long time, constantly coming to the edge and backing off. Unbelievably my spent, exhausted penis was getting hard again but we left it alone. My legs aching I brought my ass muscles into play and the next time he started to ease off I didn't let him and brought him over the top. He screamed, telling God that he was filling my ass with cum, and he screamed loud enough that the Devil surely heard him as well.

Panting he slowly withdrew his flaccid cock from my ass and collapsed on top of me. "Nobody's ever done that to me before," he panted. "That was great."

I smiled up at him, still unaccustomed to praise for having sex. "Seven years of practice will do that," I said.

"Shit, seven years ago I was just discovering boners," Rick said, "God you've worn me out. You want to sleep with me or use my brother's bed?"

"Here, if it's OK with you," I said and yawned, "but where's the bathroom?"

He took me in and we let our streams of piss mingle. I felt the cum leaking out of my ass but ignored it. There might be more that night or in the morning and I'd shower then.

There was no more sex that night, or the next morning. When his alarm went off he had to get ready for school. He took his shower first and while I took mine he made breakfast. I went to dress and found a clean tee-shirt waiting for me. I smiled, put it on and walked down the steps. I found him in the kitchen putting scrambled eggs on two plates.

"Thanks for the clean shirt Rick, I really appreciate it."

"No problem, my brother will never miss it and this way I can jerk off into your old one and think about you."

I must have blushed and he laughed while he sat down.

A good nights sleep and a shower sure did you a world of good," Rick said.

"Along with some good sex," I added. "I want to thank you for everything."

"No sweat. Look, do you need any money? I can give you a little."

"No, I can't take anything more from you. Can you drop me off at the mall on your way to school?"

"No problem, it's on the way. Fido, there are other kids out there who can take you in for a night here and there. Some will want sex, some won't but I'll put the word out that you're a good kid who won't rip anybody off. There are also men, like that guy at Macy's, who like having sex with boys and who'll pay you for giving them a blowjob. Hell, some would probably pay you just to stand there naked as they jerk off."

"I've seen stories about them on television. Do you think there are any like that at the mall?"

"Probably, hang around the bathroom's at the different department stores. Especially Macy's and Penny's where the johns are near exits."

"Thanks Rick, I really appreciate the info."

"I'm sorry I have to give it to you."

"You're helping me, do you have any idea how rare that is for me?"

"Thank God, I don't. Now let's get going before I'm late for school."

Rick was also true to his word and at least once or twice a week somebody invited me to spend the night at his home.

That day at the mall I had my first customer. Gave me twenty bucks for a blowjob. That guy was the first of countless customers and believe me I didn't mind. I'd been a sex toy half my life, at least now I was getting paid for it. The ones who wanted to take me home or to a motel I turned down, didn't trust them to bring me back, or not to kill me for that matter.

One guy arranged to shoot a video of me and some little kid in a handicap stall. The boy, about eight, was naked when I walked into the bathroom and I followed him into the stall. He pulled down my pants and blew me, I came all over his face. I walked out, got my hundred bucks and never saw either one again.

I could tell you more stories but you know the two most important ones. How I met Joe and how I met my dad. Everything else was nice kids and meaningless sex. But you know during the four months I lived at the mall I never learned Bob's last name and no cop ever asked what I was doing there all day, every day.

Wow, I just checked, over 5700 words and I didn't really tell you about what I was going to. My first week of school. But you know, I'm glad I wrote this. I've always wanted to give Rick and Tony the credit they deserve. They're at UCLA together, sharing a dorm room and having fun, or so Rick's brother Kyle told me before English the other day. He's nice, cute, a lot like his brother. Maybe I'll find out how alike one day. Rick and Tony had gone to Longston High. Kyle's at the academy because he needs some remedial classes that the public high school couldn't provide.

I'd tell you about school now but Joe just walked into the room and is standing to my left slowly stripping, so frankly I've got something else on my mind. I'll tell you next time.

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