PZA: Mall Punk 8-13

I watched Jon as he washed the dishes after supper. Yes, I know all reference to meals so far has been either going out or being delivered. Since I can't sing Broadway tunes and don't have abs of steel I learned how to cook to attract attractive men. Tonight I made Jon's favorite dish. Now you might think the son of the richest man in the county would have extravagant tastes beyond my abilities. However, I will have you know that he considered my meat loaf and fries the best he had ever tasted.

We headed into the living room and my lover and foster son went to turn the TV on.

I watched him as he walked over to the couch, his sleek hairless body covered only in a pair of running shorts.

"I told you before, I'm so proud of you and the way you responded today. Your response to the other kids and willingness to play basketball tomorrow were more than I hoped for. The way you responded to Joe," I stopped as he started giggling.

He said it as a statement but I answered anyway, "Yes I do, but only if you want to. I don't want to risk hurting your friendship with him."

"You come first," he leaned over and we kissed. "I met Joe at the mall shortly before Christmas. I had my hair red and green in a kind of holiday swirl, my clothes were in better shape than when we met and while I was calling myself Fido then I didn't have the leash attached to the collar that night."

Jon pondered this, "I guess, never really thought about why I put it away for those few weeks, especially since I never considered myself part of any religion. With the way I'd been treated I doubted if God even existed.

"Anyway, I was standing near Santa Claus and watching all the little kids getting their picture taken. One little boy was sitting on his lap and pointed over to me. 'Is that one of your elves Santa,' he asked. Santa turned, pointed to me and I did my best Ho Ho Ho."

"That's what Joe said when he walked over a few minutes later. It was his younger brother on Santa's lap. I said no sweat and he said he had to go. The next time was the Friday night after Christmas. I was sitting on the floor at the same spot when Joe walked up and said hello. We started talking and walking. When we got to the food court he wanted to go in but I told him I was out of money. He treated, by that time I had told him I was a throw-a-way and he said I could crash at his place."

"It was easy getting kids to do it the first time, Joe let me stay as often as he could. President's Day weekend his parents and brother took off. He stayed behind because of a big school project and I stayed from Friday till Monday afternoon. That was really special. Anyway, we got to his house and his parents were too busy talking on the phone to notice me walking up the stairs while Joe went into the kitchen. By the time he joined me in his room I had my jacket, shirt and shoes off.

"I have my own bathroom, do you want to take a shower?" Joe asked pointing at one of the other doors in the room.

"Why wait?" I took my pants off and handed him my shirt as well, "That's it, no socks or underwear."

I watched his eyes as he scanned my body, stopping at my cock. I smiled when his eyes met mine. "I'll try not to make a mess."

Ten minutes later I heard his bathroom door open and close. Joe's body was barely visible through the steamed glass. Finally he opened the door and slipped in with me.

By this point I had crashed with a bunch of other boys. Most were just willing to give me a place to sleep and some food. Others wanted to take me up on offers of sex. A few were brazen. Most were like Joe and waited to make sure my hints were real. I reached over and put my hand on his moist chest and rubbed soap over it.

"Like something else as well?" I asked. Joe stood there as I continued to soap his entire chest and legs, staying away from his groin.

I took it in one hand and started stroking it while the other hand soaped his back and ass. He quivered as I slipped the bar into his crack. After I rinsed all the soap off his body I let go of his rigid rod, put the soap down and sank to my knees.

"Fido wants to suck Joe's cock," I said. Without waiting for a response I inhaled his hard five and a half inches [14 cm] and ran my tongue around it. I started bobbing my head back and forth in a slow rhythm and felt some precum drop onto my tongue. Joe started running his fingers through my hair, the last of the green dye coming off onto his fingers. I felt him getting closer and closer, his breathing got heavier.

Without warning he pulled out of my mouth and shot a huge load all over my face and chest. I stuck my tongue out to lick his dripping cum from my face.

Joe pulled me up off my knees till we were face to face. Taking a chance I leaned forward and we kissed lightly. Joe turned the shower off and handed me a towel as we stepped out. He had turned the heat up so the room was really comfortable. I took the spread off the bed while he went down to put the clothes in the dryer. He dropped the towel from around his waist on reentering the room, turned the lights down and slipped onto the bed with me.

"That was fun Fido, that's the first time I've ever been sucked," Joe whispered.

I let my fingers run down his chest and looked into his eyes. His eyes said what he wanted and I pushed him onto his back and lay on top of him. The heat of our joined bodies hardened our cocks.

Joe smiled and nodded. My mouth dove for his left nipple and I started sucking on it, it got erect instantly. As my lips and tongue alternated between the tiny breasts my left hand held me in place while my right stroked Joe's silky smooth body. After a while I started licking down his chest until I came to a rock hard cock. Ignoring it I went back up and brought his lips to mine for some serious kissing. When we broke Joe pushed me onto my back and started stroking my cock.

I put my hand on top of his, "You don't have to reciprocate. You've done enough for me already tonight."

"I want to do this, I've wanted to do this with someone for a long time but I'm too scared to talk about it with my friends. My other friends I mean."

"I know what you mean, and it's OK I understand," and moved my hand away from his.

While I might have been his first sex partner it was clear Joe had spent a lot of time jerking off. His hand was like velvet on my throbbing cock, gentle rhythmic strokes. When he felt I was close he put his head on my shoulder and we watched my load spurt out. The second shot hit me on the chin and as I slowly subsided he wiped it off with his fingers, gently rubbing my sperm between them.

"You're welcome Fido," for some reason we both started giggling with that. Our laughing didn't stop until I grabbed his still hard cock.

"You really can say no to this Fido, you don't have to feel obligated but I would really like to," he stopped, his face deep red.

"You have something like Vaseline to lubricate your cock with? It'll make it easier for both of us."

After a couple of minutes of clattering around the bathroom he emerged with a little jar. His rod was sticking straight out.

"I'm going to get into the doggy position. Wet your finger with the Vaseline and push it into my hole and loosen it up a little." I waited and he did it, "That's good Joe, oh yeah real good, now take some on your other hand and put a light coating on your cock. Tell me when you're ready."

I heard him fumbling but his finger felt so good in my chute that he could have taken forever.

"OK, take your finger out and spread my ass cheeks apart," I felt him move and the next thing I knew his tip was next to my hole.

"No, this isn't my first time and my ass is broken in. Just push in slowly but steadily and we'll be fine."

Joe did as instructed and I soon felt his balls slap against my butt. "Now fuck me man, slide back and forth like my love canals your fist."

If it was is first time he was a natural. Good steady movements, the cock head never fully coming out. I don't know how long he kept that pace but he slowly picked it up and I was getting turned on without even touching my cock.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh fucking shit," Joe cried and I felt his cum shoot up my ass. It was a huge load that kept coming and coming.

When I felt he was spent I collapsed on his bed with his slowly softening penis still in me. "Shit you're a natural ass fucker Joe, I mean it."

"This time I mean it. Any time you can let me crash here I'll be available for you."

"I'm sure there'll be other times. But don't you think you'll go home some day?"

I kissed him, "It's time for sleep, OK?" He took the hint, turned off the light.

Jon stopped talking and I realized that I had been rubbing my crotch so hard that a wet spot was growing fast, and Jon's cock was straining his shorts. I got off the couch and pulled his shorts off and then took mine off as well. Jon lay down on the couch and I climbed on top of him. Our lips met and locked. His tongue dancing its way in to my mouth. Four hands rubbed whatever naked, sweaty skin they could reach.

At least five minutes later I broke the kiss and slid onto the floor, looked into his eyes and saw love and joy in his eyes. Without a word, without waiting I took his long, hard boy cock into my mouth and started sucking on it.

"Oh yeah Styan, that feels so fucking hot," his outside hand grabbed my hair and made sure I kept on the job. "Keep doing it, this isn't going to take long. I'm going to shoot this load right down your throat."

That made me work harder and faster, everything in me wanted to taste my lover's cum. This time neither one of us wanted it to last.

"Shit, it feels so good, I love you," with that we both shot our loads. Mine soaking the coach, his filling my stomach.

When I was finished swallowing and licking his flaccid cock clean I pulled him off the coach and onto my lap.

"I love you too," we hugged and then he reached for the remote control. I took it from him and turned on a high school basketball game on local cable, told Jon to watch and learn.

After the game was over we headed up to my bedroom. My fourteen year old lover snuggled onto my chest as I ran my fingers through his hair. He looked into my eyes.

"Up to you, and I mean it," I hesitated. "If you want to though you can tell me about the weekend at Joe's."

Jon convulsed with laughter, his naked body flailing around. He almost fell off the bed at one point but I grabbed him in time. I did the only thing I could think of to calm him down. I grabbed him and kissed him long and hard.

When he finally caught his breath he smiled at me. "That was good, I don't have too tell you anything else, but tell me about that weekend. Man, I haven't laughed that hard ever."

"Don't cry, Jonny's got a bed time story for you. Now lay down next to me and I'll begin."

"Fine, but if you get scared let me know. After that first time I crashed at Joe's almost every week, never less than every other week. His parents or younger brother never seemed to notice or care. As I said came President's Birthday weekend he was supposed to go away with his family. At first he was just going to leave the door unlocked for me so I had some place to stay. Then he got handed this big school project due right after the holiday and talked his parents into letting him stay home alone. I gathered it didn't take too much persuading. I was in the backyard when they pulled away. Joe opened the back door and I ran in."

Our lips met and I felt Joe's hands fumbling at my pants so mine went for the band of his sweatpants and started pulling them down. Nothing underneath. Joe stepped out of his while he was lowering my pants to the ground. I pulled the tee shirt off him and he unzipped my jacket. He gasped when he saw naked flesh underneath. I figured this would turn him on so I'd dumped my filthy shirt in the garbage.

Joe's mouth dived for my nipples, he started licking and sucking on them right there in the family room with the back door still open. A cold gust of air swept in and brought us back to reality.

"Not at all Joe, I'm glad you like the look. There's one more touch I'd like to give it."

Joe closed the door, took my hand and led me upstairs to his parents bathroom. Joe started filling their deep Jacuzzi style tub with warm water.

"Get in, my father always shaves right after showering. He says it's easier to shave with a moist beard."

I got in, closed my eyes and relaxed as the water swirled up my body. I heard the water stop so I grabbed a bar of soap and washed. After emptying the dirty water I turned on the faucets at a little warmer temperature and got out of the tub. Joe gave me a questioning look and I smiled in return.

We took turns putting the foam on, boy was it tough not letting it get out of hand. I handled the shaving though. It took about fifteen minutes to get everything shaved except around my crotch.

"I'm sure. Look you have a right to know this and I want to tell somebody," Joe put the razor down and sat on the toilet. He nodded.

"There are some nights when I sell my body to men. It's easy money for me. Some times we don't even leave the mall parking lot. Twenty, forty dollars for a quick blow job and I've got food money for a couple of days."

"How does that make you feel? It would make me feel dirty," Joe blushed. "I'm sorry Fido, I didn't mean it that way."

"Don't worry about it, I understand. If I had a choice I wouldn't be doing it either, but then I was raised a sex toy so it doesn't mean the same thing to me as it does to you," I stopped and took a deep breath. "I just hope it doesn't ruin our friendship."

The hot water and lights must have had the bathroom up over 80 degrees [27°C] but I was shivering with fear while I waited. Finally Joe stood up, walked over and hugged me tight. For the first time in a long time I cried.

Joe seemed to understand and just held me till I stopped. His hands gently stroking my back. Finally I picked my head off his shoulders and tried looking him in the eyes. I tried to say thanks but couldn't get it out. Joe smiled back and brought his lips to mine.

"We'll put some gym shorts on, order in a pizza, watch TV, play video games. Let's be two friends having a nice quiet evening. We'll finish this up and have sex tomorrow. Is that OK with you?"

I followed him into his room and took the shorts he handed me. They were black and silver and said Oakland Raiders on one side and the pirates emblem on the other. I looked up and saw Joe had already put a matching pair on. For some reason I turned from him to put mine on. Turning back I saw him smiling.

Joe turned and headed out the door. I followed him into the living room and watched while he ordered the pizza. He hung up the phone and turned. I decided to do something I hadn't done since I'd left home.

The smile that leapt across his face had me crying again. Until that night I never realized what a narrow mental bridge I was on. We stuck to the plan and it was one of the best nights of my life.

It was ten the next morning before I woke up and realized Joe wasn't in bed with me. I sat up with a start and looked around and saw him sitting at his desk. As quietly as I could I got up, walked behind him and put my hands over his eyes.

"I only get one! That's not fair, I want all three of them, and I'll share with you," Joe turned in the chair and pulled my mouth to his. "Now go have some breakfast while I do another fifteen minutes on my report."

It was a half hour before Joe made it downstairs. I watched every step from the time he turned the corner, to the refrigerator to the chair across from me. I compared him with all the boys and men I had known till then and he was the most beautiful of them all.

"No problem, I know it's important to do good in school, even if I've never been."

I glared at him, "Never say anything in my life is 'lucky,' you don't know what I'd give to have your life."

Joe sat back, "I'm sorry Jon, I guess here in Sorrel I don't see what your life was like. Do you want to finish up what we started last night?"

The glimmer in his eye told me he wasn't just talking about shaving. We went back to his parent's bathroom and I jumped in and out of the now cold Jacuzzi while Joe got everything ready. Once again I emptied the tub and started filling it with hot water. As I leaned over the tub I felt Joe's hands on my back and ass so I stayed in position. Finally he turned me around and we kissed again.

Joe nodded and liberally coated my groin with shaving cream. He picked up the razor and after gulping I nodded. His hands were so gentle, strokes smooth and sure. Ten minutes after we started I was looking at a totally hairless body in the full length mirror.

"You're even more beautiful and sexy," Joe whispered in my ear as he put his arms around me.

The water was churning by the time Joe got in. I dove under the surface, found his cock and started sucking on it. One thing about giving lots of blow jobs is you learn to hold your breath for long periods of time. When I surfaced I picked Joe up and led him to one of the out flow jets and spread his ass open in front of it.

"Better be careful or you'll shit," I laughed. He looked at me to see if I was serious. I nodded and he moved.

On the way out of the bathroom I picked up a new jar of Vaseline. Once on his bed I got him to lay down, figuring it would be easiest on him. Spreading his legs I inserted a Vaseline coated finger up his ass and started loosening him up some more.

"I've got a finger up your hole to loosen it up. Now I'm adding a second finger. That should be enough to make it easier on you when I penetrate."

I pulled my fingers out and quickly inserted my cock head into the lubed opening. I could feel his sphincter tightening up so I reached under him and started playing with his nipples. This relaxed him enough to let me slip the rest of the way in.

"Here we go," and I started a slow steady rhythm in and out of his ass. It felt like a silk glove tightening around my expanding prick. Joe was as natural a fuckee as a fucker, his ass knowing what to do as instinctively as his cock had. About half way through I pulled him up into doggy position and started stroking his cock as I fucked him. Well it really wasn't half way because I was soon filling his hole with long flowing streams of boy cum.

Without saying a word I pulled out, spread his cheeks and started licking my cum out of his ass. Holding as much as I could in my mouth I flipped him onto his back and took his cock into my mouth. My cum and his ass fluids coated his cock and flowed down my throat with each bob of my head. Joe was groaning but I couldn't understand a word he said. The load he sent down my throat was clear enough.

I crawled up next to him and looked him in the eyes. "You were great. How did you like it?"

"It made me feel complete. The jerking off, sucking, my fucking you all made me feel good, warm inside. I don't know if you can understand what I'm talking about. This though, made me feel complete."

I took his hands in mine and kissed them. "You're right, I don't understand but I'm happy."

"The rest of the weekend was sex, games and sleep. From the night I left home till I moved in here it was the longest time I stayed in one place," Jon finished his story.

"Wow, hot and beautiful all in one. I know what we've said before, but anytime you want to invite Joe over it's fine with me."

"Good night Styan, thanks, about Joe I mean. I don't want him to think that I'd drop him now that I've got a place to live."

Thank God my partner is understanding about what being a parent means. Even though he still can't believe I've taken in a fourteen year old boy. I did promise that I would try and figure out some alternative means for Jon to get around town. Even if it just meant cab fare or, shudder, teaching him how to ride a bike. As it was we got to the Y just before his basketball class was to begin. Fortunately, he had a change of clothes for after the game in a gym bag so he was ready to go. I walked him down to the gym floor and we were greeted by the coach.

"Mr. Maskovitz, pleasure to meet you. Jon, I'm glad you can join us. My name's Roger."

"Yes, Mike Snitz explained your situation to me. Don't worry, you're not going to find any star athletes here today," he turned to me. "We'll be finished in 90 minutes, so figure another fifteen or twenty after that for the boys to shower and change."

"I'll be finished with my workout by then so I'll meet you right outside the locker room Jon. That OK?"

On my way out I saw Joe arriving and he returned my wave. To be honest I watched them practice for about ten minutes after I changed on the way to the exercise room. After thirty on the treadmill plus a circuit of the universal I was glad to be able to relax in the steam room and sauna before I showered.

After dressing I headed back up and watched the last few minutes. Jon was tentative but trying. OK, he was lousy, but at least he caught the ball when they threw it to him. I'll have to explain travelling and other things later.

Fifteen minutes later Joe came racing up the steps in just his shorts. For a second all I saw was one handsome boy but then I saw the bruise under his eye and the panic covering his face.

Joe turned and ran as I followed him down the steps and into the men's locker room. Joe almost slipped on the tile floor but kept going, leading me towards the showers. Two-thirds of the way through I heard screams and shouts getting louder with every step.

We turned the corner and I saw six naked boys with cocked fists in the communal shower. There was a seventh down and bloodied next to the wall. They were all moving for better position so I had to take a slower look around to see that Jon was still standing. Slightly battered but no real damage.

Silence, I glared at them. Two more pairs of footsteps ran up behind. I turned my head and saw that Roger and Mike Snitz, the youth director, had arrived.

Joe finally answered, "Brandon called Jon a 'faggot whore' and started pushing him around. Wanted Jon to suck them all off and then we'd have a gang bang. When Jon resisted Tony and Joey tried forcing him down on the ground. Somehow Joey got kneed in the balls, went down and got kicked in the face." Jon pointed at the down boy who was finally beginning to move.

"The rest went to jump Jon and I tried to help. Stu belted me and Jon yelled to get help. I turned and ran as fast as I could, stopping only to put my shorts on."

Roger walked up to a tall thin boy and grabbed him by the neck. "I asked you a question Stu, I want an answer."

"Yeah, it's true. Look at him with that shaved body, he sucked half the boys in this town for nothing more than a place to sleep. God only knows what he took from all the men he slept with. That slut doesn't deserve to be here."

"You try living on the streets," Jon shouted back. "I did what I had to to stay alive. You'd probably slink back to the beatings after a couple of days you soft boy."

"Your parents never beat you, just kicked you out when they found out you were whoring."

"Never beaten, well look at my back, feel the scars asshole." Jon screamed. Jon yanked away from me and walked over to Stu and turned around. After a few moments Stu tentatively raised a hand and felt Jon's back. I tensed not knowing what Stu would do.

The boy's touch was gentle, slowly tracing the marks that I knew so well. Stu's face changed from anger and hatred to astonishment and confusion.

"I don't care what you want. Take a good look at Jon, all of you take a look. Then try and imagine what his life was like."

It was one of the other boys who moved first and while his reaction wasn't as dramatic as Stu's you could tell he was shaken. Brandon was the last one to look.

"I said I'm sorry Jon," anger and embarassment filled Brandon's voice. He took a breath and turned back to Jon.

"Look Jon, I know we, I don't deserve it but will you give us another chance?" Brandon asked softly, "I mean it."

"This stays in this room, between us. The fight, the names, and my past. We can talk about it among ourselves but I don't want everybody to know my story until I'm ready. OK?"

"Sure," Brandon said, "and if anybody tries to pull the same shit we'll be there to back you up."

"Uh, don't you think it's time somebody helped Joey up?" Roger asked, which got a peculiar round of laughter.

Chapter 9
Family Reunion?

This is the ninth chapter in the ongoing saga of Styan, Jon and company. Beyond the usual caveats which are basically useless if you've gotten this far into the story I do have an additional warning. This story contains non-consensual sex in various combinations between a man, not Styan, teens and pre-teens.

The month since the incident in the Y's locker room has gone quietly in my and Jon's life. OK, I'll admit the next time he went there to play basketball I ran on the overhead track the whole practice and showered when they did. The other boys occasionally glanced over at me but I stayed out of their way.

Jon on the other hand was furious with my watchfulness. He complained all the way through dinner and as soon as we got home went to his room and slammed the door behind him. Around midnight he crawled into my bed and finally listened to my explanations.

His only other outward reaction to the incident was that he stopped shaving his pits and crotch. There isn't much hair either place but I have to admit that I like the 'grown-up look,' as Jon calls it, better.

This Sunday morning I'm alone in my bed and he's in his with Joe. This is the second consecutive weekend Joe's stayed over and though the temptation to spy is great I haven't given in yet. But I'll either have to buy him new springs or put the bed on the floor if they keep up that racket.

OK, I'm stalling here. I just got off the phone and I've got to talk with Jon. I slip on a pair of shorts and my robe and go knock on his door.

Two minutes later a very worried boy entered my room and closed the door at my signal.

His face changed from concern to distrust. "Why now? He hasn't called once in the what is it, almost three months."

"Seems Pete is home on a weekend visit from the rehab center and asked to see you. His counselors think it would be a good idea."

"Why should I give a fuck if that bastard gets better. I'd have been better off if he'd overdosed years ago. My father's just looking after his favorites again. Tell them to go fuck themselves."

"You're wrong Jon, your father has called me a couple of times at the office to see how you're doing. We both decided it was better if you didn't know about the calls. Your father's been seeing a psychiatrist too about this whole mess. Besides, this gives you the opportunity to vent your anger at them."

Jon's eyes wondered around the room, "What about Joe? I told him we'd spend the day together. Can we bring him along?"

"The answer is yes," came a voice from the door. We both turned around and saw Joe standing naked in the doorway. "I've been here a while, heard most of what you've said Styan. If Jon needs me there for support I want to be there."

Jon looked at me and I pointed my finger back at Jon. Jon nodded and turned to Joe.

"There's one condition Joe. What you find out doesn't go outside. Styan and I'll try to answer any questions but you can't talk to anybody else."

Joe came over and kissed Jon gently on the lips, "It's your ball game, I'm just here for support."

"My father's a corporate vice-president of Sorrel Enterprises. He's been to his house for meetings, my mother for parties," Joe gasped.

It was noon when we pulled through the gates and up to the front door. Jon had dressed in his finest clothes and Joe had insisted in stopping at his house so he could change into something fancier than ripped cut-off jeans. Jon rang the bell and a butler opened the door.

"He instructed me to have you wait in the foyer sir. We entered and Joe and I looked around in astonishment at the opulence. I recognized two paintings, that if real were worth a fortune.

"Hello Mr. Maskovitz, yes they are the real pictures. Worth a lot of money." He paused as we turned towards him. "But not as much as seeing my son back here. Even if only for a short visit."

He nodded. "Better, I'm learning to write and play basketball. Make some real friends."

"Yes sir, this is Joe. I've known him even longer than Styan and he's my best friend."

Lamont Sorrel walked over to Joe and shook his hand, "Glad to meet you. Come into the library. Pete's waiting and I've got some hamburgers and fries coming in a few minutes."

He turned and I realized Jon wasn't following. I took his hand and whispered, "I love you. Everything's going to be fine."

Jon led us through the mansion to the library in the rear. As we entered the room a man stood up and turned to face us. The resemblance to Jon was amazing. A couple of inches taller but the same blonde hair and features. Might have been exact but for someone in his early twenties he looked like an old man.

"Hello Peter, I'd like you to meet my foster dad Styan, and my best friend Joe." I put my hand between his shoulders to steady my twitching son.

We all shook hands, took a glass of soda and sat. For several minutes the silence was overwhelming. Finally Peter put his glass down.

"Jonathan, I'm really glad you came today. I don't think I've ever been happier to see someone."

"I had my doubts but we decided it was better if I, we came. Father said you had something to say to me."

Pete nodded, glanced at his father and back to Jon. "Jon I'm not going to ask your forgiveness for everything I've done to you, I just need to tell you some things. If that's all right with you?"

"Good, thanks, I appreciate that. Oh shit, this is so hard. After all these years of using drugs and alcohol to bury everything I've got to tell the truth."

"That's it you don't know everything. Jon doesn't know everything. I'm the one responsible for them using you Jon."

"So they'd stop using me. Oh God, oh God, I've never said that before. Oh God," he started crying.

Everybody sat quietly until he regained his composure. "It started right after your mother died but before dad remarried my mother. It was my ninth birthday and after my friends had left David and Robert came in and we started play wrestling. Before I knew it I was buck naked and Robert was sitting on my legs shoving something up my ass…"

"Get off me, what are you doing? Get that thing out of my rear end." I screamed and twisted.

David slapped me across the face as Robert pushed the object further into my ass.

"No you won't tell mommy or father what we're going to do now. Not this time or ever. You even threaten us again and you'll have a tragic accident and fall off the balcony. Do you understand me little brother?"

For the next two minutes he slid the carrot up and down as I cried. Then he yanked it out.

It was about that time I realized David had stripped too and he took Robert's place. Next thing I knew his cock was sliding into my hole. When his balls were resting on my ass he whispered in my ear.

"I'm going to fuck your tender ass brother and then Robert will. Then I'll see if I want another turn. And the two of us are going to do this whenever we want."

I started crying but they just laughed. I don't remember if David actually came in my butt but he did have an orgasm. Then Robert took his place. His cock was longer and wider and hurt like hell when he slammed it into my butt.

"Now you're going to feel what a real man can do to your tight ass." He pulled almost all the way out and started spanking my ass with both hands.

Finally he stopped and started fucking me hard. That old couch was squealing so bad I thought it was going to break. It didn't take long but Robert started saying something and the next thing I knew I felt liquid going the wrong way up my butt.

He pulled out and stuck his cum and shit stained cock in my mouth and made me lick it clean. Then they got dressed, turned out the lights and left me there.

"I finally got up and turned on the lights. I was about to get dressed and go upstairs and tell you anyway father but I opened the refrigerator to get a soda to get the taste out of my mouth and found a six pack of beer."

"I remember that night. You weren't in your bed and we searched the house. I found you naked in a drunken sleep on the pool table. I carried you up to your room and when you came down in the morning you didn't even try to give an explanation."

"I guess, but not really seriously. I guess Bob and Dave figured out what happened and would get me beer whenever they wanted to use me. I'd have one or two before and finish off the six-pack when they left."

"Where were they getting it?" Lamont asked, his voice caught between anger, astonishment and agony.

Peter nodded and sunk further into his chair. "I remember the first time they brought him along, it was the next summer…

I looked up from my bed as the door opened. When I saw Robert I became scared but when I saw Reggie I figured everything was all right. They wouldn't do anything in front of him. Bob spoke first.

Reggie came over to the bed and put his hand on my ass. It was a late summer afternoon and I was still in my bathing suit. "Yeah boy, Reggie's here and he's going to show your big brothers how a man fucks a boy's ass."

"You feel the size of that hand? I can barely get it around my nine inch [23 cm] cock."

I looked over at my brothers for help but they were rubbing their crotches. I looked at Reggie who only laughed.

Reggie reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a flask. He took off the cap and handed it to me. "Drink this down, it's a lot better than beer."

I took a long swallow. It was vodka, burned like hell going down but gave me a buzz fast. I pulled my trunks off and turned on my stomach and stuck my ass in the air.

Both boys were naked and hard and David jumped on top of me and rammed his cock in. I yelped but the vodka had relaxed me enough that I didn't feel any pain. He was really eager to show off in front of Reggie. Prove that a thirteen year old knew how to fuck ass. It didn't take long before I felt him shoot up my hole.

"You're next big brother," he said as he stuck his dripping cock in my mouth for cleaning. I hated that part even more than the fucking. Robert took his place and slowly inserted himself up my hole. His technique was always better than Dave's even though he's only a year older. He varied the pace of his long strokes, stopping whenever he came close to shooting. Dave got so excited watching he stuck his cock in my mouth and started matching Bob's ass strokes. I could hear Reggie chuckling in back of me. After twenty minutes or so Bob screamed and shot his load into me, at the same time Dave shook and shot a small wad into my mouth.

Bob stuck a finger in my cum coated ass and wiped up a glob. He stuck the finger into my mouth and made me suck it clean before I had to clean his filthy prick.

Bob and Dave dragged me off the bed and forcibly knelt me in front of a very naked Reggie. His cock was every inch as big as he had said. "Please Reggie, don't use that on me, I can't take it," I begged, tears forming.

"Oh, it's not even hard yet Petey, open that pretty little mouth and suck on it until it's ready to go into a whore's ass."

He put one arm around my neck, lifted me off the floor and spanked my ass for five minutes before he dropped me.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and dove for his cock. It was an effort but I got several inches into my mouth before it started swelling. I started to pull off but Reggie grabbed my hair and fucked my face till I started choking.

I jumped up and did what he said, his hand had been bad enough I didn't want the belt on top of what he was going to do anyway.

He lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and placed his cock into my crack. "You're going to watch me do this Petey and I want you to jerk yourself off while I fuck that tender ass. Understand?"

I nodded and grasped my little rod as he started penetrating the ring. For the only time I was glad Bob and Dave had fucked me first because they had loosened me up enough to make the initial entrance bearable. When he encountered some resistance he told me to start masturbating faster. Reggie was about a third of the way in when I started screaming in pain. Bob stuck his dirty underwear in my mouth to shut me up. When that didn't work completely the Dave's went over my head.

With my mouth stuffed Reggie plunged the final six inches [15 cm] all the way in. Without giving me a chance to recover he started a rapid series of long strokes. I felt myself tearing to pieces. Not soon enough he came.

He left his cock inside me as it shrank back to normal. When he recovered his breath he started fucking me again and thirty minutes later shot again.

This time he pulled out and shoved his cock between my eyes. It was covered with his cum, my shit and blood.

He pulled a second flask out of his coat and left both as they left. I reached for the first and finished it in one gulp. It took about ten minutes for the second.

In the couple of minutes before I passed out I looked out the window and considered jumping. I think I even started to get off the bed but the booze saved my life that day."

Pete buried his face in his hands and started sobbing while the rest of us sat in stunned silence. Lamont looked from his third son to his fourth.

"I never got alcohol or drugs to kill the pain. You don't want to hear my stories today but Reggie did use me too."

Lamont Sorrel stood and walked over to his desk. He pushed a button and we could hear a series of chimes ring through the house. Two minutes later Reggie knocked and entered with a rolling cart.

"I've been listening to some of Peter's stories from his childhood. Jonathan adds that he has similar stories."

"That you knew of things you should have told me about. They told me of things you did to them."

"I'm sure I don't know," Reggie said as he backed towards the door. I started to get up to block his retreat.

"Don't bother Styan. Reggie if I could get away with throwing you into the furnace alive I would. Instead you have thirty minutes to be off my property. You will get no severance, no references and you have forfeited your pension. Now get the fuck out of my sight before I decide to see if I can get away with it."

Reggie turned and left. Lamont picked up the phone and punched three numbers. "This is Lamont Sorrel, I just fired Reggie and gave him thirty minutes to be off the premises. Find him, make sure he only takes what's his and get him out of here. If he ever shows up here or at any of my companies he is to be arrested for trespassing." He hung up the phone and walked over to a still crying Peter. He took the boy into his arms and cradled him.

Feeling embarrassed I got up and walked over to the food cart. Picking the cover off the tray I nodded to Joe to come over. As we each took a hamburger Joe whispered in my ear.

We glanced over and saw Jon bent over, rubbing his eyes. He caught my eye and the tears started falling faster. Slowly standing he came towards me. I put the plate down and took him into my arms and he let it all out. Joe put his arms around Jon's waist from behind.

It took a while for all of us to stop crying and regain our composure. When we did we ate Reggie's last meal in silence. Joe collected the plates and glasses and put them back on the tray.

"Why? They hated you, hell I even hated you for what your mother did to our mother."

"Right or wrong father it really doesn't matter. She was dead and had left this bastard son to be our half-brother so we passed our hatred of her onto him. When mom moved back she did nothing to discourage it.

"Anyway, I guess you were five when I went up to your floor to keep away from Bob and Dave. You were dressed only in your underpants and were so happy to see me. I told you we were going to play a game, but we both had to take all our clothes off. You didn't even ask why, just got naked. We started wrestling around and I found myself on top of your back. My hard cock staring at your hole. I stared at your tender butt for a while as conflicting thoughts and emotions raced through my head. Finally I whispered, here's the next part of the game and rammed my cock into your tight hole. You started screaming but I put my hand over your mouth and told you this was a game the three of us played all the time and the one who screams first loses.

"This went on a couple of months. Every time they fucked me I fucked you. Then this fantastic idea entered my head. I told Dave and Bob what I'd been doing to you and how you accepted my story about it being a game. Used their hatred and your tight willing ass to get them to switch from me to you.

"When I realized how they were degrading you, treating you I started drinking more often. What they did to me was bad enough, I never imagined what they, we did to you. I don't know if you remember my fifteenth birthday party."

"Yeah, I played along and encouraged my friends but at the end of the party I got some grass from Chris and got stoned. From that day on I was drinking, smoking grass or taking something to get what I had done, was doing to you out of my mind. The worst part is it worked. It wasn't my fault, it was yours. It didn't matter that you were my half-brother, you were just something we used for entertainment and getting our rocks off."

The room fell silent and all eyes turned towards Jon. He turned first to me, to Joe and then back. He walked over to me and sat on my lap and I put my arms around his waist.

"Pete, I know you said you weren't asking for my forgiveness. That's good because I can't give it yet." Jon paused and composed himself. "But I do believe you and understand why you did what you did. I need you to do two things so we can both get better."

"I want you to write those bastards and let them know you told father, Styan and me what happened to you. But most importantly I want you to finish your rehab and get your life back together. With Styan and Joe I'm building a new family, a new life. But as much as we can I want this family back in my life one day."

"I want that too," Jon's father said. My eldest sons may be beyond redemption but I want both of you really in my life. I guess for the first time."

Chapter 10
Baseball & Playground

Gentleman; presented for your enjoyment is the latest chapter of Mall Punk. An ongoing, but completely fictional account of the developing relationship between a man and a boy. Too much has happened to summarize, so if you haven't read the first nine parts, read them now. For those who have been following the story this takes place immediately after the events in Chapter Nine but proposes a lot happier future than the past revealed in that chapter.

After saying good-bye to Lamont Sorrel, Jon's father, I left the mansion and took a deep breath. From the portico I looked out over the large lawn and watched the two boys. On the outside Joe looked more shaken than Jon. To an extent that was understandable since he had been totally unprepared for what he'd heard. I figured he had a thousand questions racing through his head as he tried putting together everything he'd learned today with everything else he knew about the boy he loved.

Jon was standing in the middle of the lawn staring out the gate. No movement. No sound.

After five minutes I walked up behind him and put my arms around him. He put his hands over mine.

"Have I Styan? I was so scared something was going to happen in there. When he called for Reggie I was afraid it was a signal for him to kill you and Joe. Then Peter and I would get on a plane to wherever the other two are and I'd get fucked to death."

He turned in my arms, buried his head in my chest and started sobbing. I glanced over at Jon and saw the tears running down his cheeks. I opened my arms and he ran over, putting one arm around each of us and started crying too.

It took a while for us to get composed but what really brought us back to reality was the screech of tires speeding down the driveway from the side of the house. I spun my head and saw a white Ford Bronco rounding the bend way too fast. I was afraid that the car would either flip or crash into the slowly opening gates. Then I realized Reggie was driving the car. He saw us and started to stop.

I started to yell for the boys to get back up on the porch but Reggie changed his mind and kept heading down the driveway. His hesitation had given the gates time to open and he just squeezed through.

"Where we going? Or do you want to take me home so you two can be alone?" Joe asked.

"No, I need you with me," Jon replied quickly, "but I don't want to go home either. I want to go somewhere and do something fun."

We quickly left Longston behind and headed into the more rural northwest part of the state. We stopped at a McDonald's drive thru and with some junk food in our stomachs the mood began to lighten. Jon had taken his shirt off and was basking in the warm late June sun. He started twisting back and forth in his seat next to mine to talk to me and Joe. I couldn't see what Joe was doing in the back but when we got caught at a light Jon took off his seat belt and crawled over the back and next to Joe.

"Yes daddy," came a little boy's voice from the back, followed by giggles. "Can you raise the roof Styan?"

I heard the belt snap shut as I pushed the button to close the roof. I was a little nervous about what they were doing in the back. On the other hand I loved those rare times Jon called me 'daddy,' whatever the tone or reason.

From the back seat came the sounds of passion. Through the rear view mirror I could see the two boys kissing, hands roaming over naked chests. One hand from each boy disappeared from view. Joe turned in the seat and pushed Jon back on the seat and started licking and kissing his way down a virtually hairless chest. Jon moaned as Joe sucked on each nipple and ran his hand through his lover's hair.

"I hate to stop the fun but we're almost there," I said as I threw a box of tissues into the back.

They had cleaned up and gotten their pants back on by the time I turned off the road. Jon slid over to the other window and was the first to spot our destination.

"That's that A level baseball team," Joe shouted, "fantastic, I've never been to a pro baseball game."

"He hates baseball, I had to beg him to come to my Little League games. It's why I'm trying to be a better basketball player. 'That's a real game. Action not standing around,'" Joe lowered his voice an octave to imitate his father.

Jon gyrated his hips as he got out of the car, "Why Styan? Can't we fuck in our seats?"

"Not today, I talked my partner into getting one the luxury boxes for the season and he's meeting us here with his wife and twelve year old twin sons."

On the way up to the box I bought them each a hat and baseball shirt, which they quickly put on. My partner and his family were already there watching the Cardinals warm up.

"Harry, Laura, I'd like you to meet my foster son Jonathan Sorrel and his friend Joe Werner. Boys, this is Harry Lowell, my business partner as well as my friend since grade school, his wife Laura, and sons Reuben and Benjamin."

"I'm glad to finally meet you Jon. Styan's talked about nothing else since you came into his life, and I don't think I've ever seen him happier."

"Well that makes two of us. And I do appreciate you're giving him the time off when I've needed him. It's really made a difference."

"My pleasure, besides from what Styan tells me without your help at the trade show we wouldn't be able to afford this box. Now why don't the four of you go get food for all of us before the game starts." He reached into his wallet, gave Jon the money and the four boys ran out together.

"That is Joe Werner as in the son of Donald Werner, corporate counsel for Sorrel Enterprises and one of the top candidates to succeed Lamont as COO."

"I've met his parents briefly and talked to Joe's mother a couple of times on the phone when the boys were trying to set something up, but yes, you've got him pegged. By the way Donald hates baseball, this is Joe's first pro game. Never even been into the city for a game. In the fall we'll try for a Nets or Knicks game, that's his sport."

The boys made it back just as the Opening Day ceremonies were beginning. Handed each adult one hot dog and one medium soda and headed for the porch seats with a lot more than that apiece.

They put everything on the tables and stood for the Star Spangled Banner. Curiously, while Jon and Joe were sitting next to each other they were at different tables. Each sharing one with a different twin.

"Just what you told me. They were really shocked that parents could or would keep a kid that isolated and deprived. I told them to behave naturally, he isn't looking for sympathy."

I turned back to the window. "They seem to have listened. Reuben's really giving Jon a baseball lesson."

For the first few innings I spent as much time watching the boys as I did the game. Then in the fourth inning the Cardinals opened with a homer and kept going from there and I lost track of them. At the seventh inning stretch the home team was ahead by ten and I realized that Reuben and Jon had disappeared. When they hadn't returned by the end of the inning I stuck my head out the door.

"There's batting cages at the end of the grandstand Mr. Maskovitz," Benjamin responded, " Ru and Jon went to try them out."

Ten minutes later Reuben ran into the box by himself and hugged his parents, tears streaming down his cheeks and apologizing like mad. Harry pulled Reuben onto his lap as Benjamin and Joe hurried in.

I turned to see Jon shuffling his feet, not sure if he should come in. I walked over and took his hand. "Why should you be apologizing? What happened out there?"

"We were finished at the batting cage and we took a couple of empty seats by the field. Ru started bitching about his parents and brother. How I was lucky to have walked away from mine and found someone who really loved me. I started telling him how lucky he was to have two parents who loved him and did things with him. A brother whose idea of playing with him was Nintendo 64 and not, and not." Jon stopped and took a deep breath. "I lost it at that point and everything came out. I'm sorry, I just…" Jon turned and started crying into my shirt.

"He told me I should get my ass up here and be grateful for what I have," Reuben said.

I led Jon outside to the chairs, shaking my head as Joe turned to join us. Jon crawled onto my lap, put his head on my shoulders and closed his eyes.

After several minutes he fell asleep and my mind started wondering what to do now. What to say to Jon? Harry, Laura and their sons? Joe? Myself?

As the game ended a shadow fell across us. "So that's Lamont Sorrel's youngest son," Harry said.

"Don't worry, I'm not mad you didn't tell me the truth. From what Joe and Reuben told us I guess I'd deny it too."

"We weren't totally denying it really. Part was security, part not wanting to face reality. Then this morning. Did Joe tell you?"

"Yes, horrifying, totally horrifying. I don't know how you walked out of there without killing someone."

"Wouldn't have done Jon any good." I looked down at my sleeping foster son and lover. "Do you mind driving Joe home?" I whispered.

Joe came out to say he understood and kissed me on the cheek as he said good-bye.

I sat with Jon in my arms as the maintenance crew worked around us. About an hour after the game he finally woke up.

Jon nodded, got off my lap and headed inside. After a quick stop at the men's room we walked out to the car.

As soon as we were in the car Jon started kissing me. A long, deep, hard, passionate kiss. When we finally broke he looked me in the eye.

I smiled. "Yes, I love you now and forever. Yes, I'm still trying to make sense of today, but my love for you is unconditional. I love you Jonathan Sorrel and don't you ever doubt that." We kissed again.

A couple of miles down the road I pulled into the Mobil station for gas. Jon went in to the store and picked up two Diet Dr. Peppers and a bag of chocolate chip cookies.

A few miles later Jon spotted a sign for a park and we pulled in even though it was almost dark. A hundred feet in I came to a small parking area near three picnic benches. We took our sodas and cookies and walked over.

"I ruined everybodys good time. Embarrassed you. Mostly though I had no right to pour everything out onto Reuben. He didn't need to hear all my shit."

"If you owe anybody an apology for that it's Reuben. I'll give you his phone number and you can call him tomorrow if you want."

"When Harry and I planned this it seemed like a good way for everybody to meet each other. I didn't know about this morning's session with your father and brother. When that was over I didn't think about the effect it had on you. To do anything that involved somebody besides the three of us was basically stupid on my part."

Jon paused and thought for a moment. "Yeah, it did. I've got to give Ru credit. He sat there and listened the whole time. I wasn't holding him down, didn't even touch him. And he never made a move to split. When I was finished we sat there for a few minutes before I told him to go upstairs and I felt a hundred pounds lighter."

"You did something you've really never done before. Communicated with someone else."

"But talking honestly to people is still new to you, isn't it? Before this morning how much detail had you really told Joe? Plus, especially after this morning, you're feeling the anger and hatred you buried for years and you're trying to let go of it so you can enjoy life."

I led him further into the park. Dim light bulbs lighting our way. We finally reached another large open area. It was deserted this late June evening.

"A playground. You should have spent a lot of happy hours in places like this. But you know what?"

I jumped on one and started up. Jon sat on the next one and sat tentatively watching me. I stopped mine and walked over behind him. "I'll get you started, OK?"

A gentle shove got him going and within minutes he had the pumping technique down pat. Of course Jon's been good at pumping since I've known him. I got back on my swing and we both reached for the sky. We ran from the swings to the slide to the jungle gym. Jon hooked his arms around the bars and swung loose.

Our lips met as I slipped his pants down and a stiff prick popped up. The snaps on his new shirt popped open and my lips darted to his left nipple. My hand squeezed his cock as I kissed, licked, sucked and bit first the left and then the right nipple into hardness.

I responded to my lover's wish, swallowing his six inches [15 cm] quickly. My nose nuzzled in the growth of pubic hair that replaced the shaved look he'd had when I picked him up at the mall four months earlier.

I grabbed his butt as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock. When it was rock hard I pulled off and licked the precum from his slit and then coated his cock with it. I bent over and took first one ball, then the other and finally both succulent sacks into my mouth and bathed them with my tongue.

When I felt his juices begin to surge I quickly dropped them and licked my way up his throbbing prick. The sounds Jon made as I swallowed his leaking tool were the most beautiful sounds in the world to me.

They were sounds not only of lust about to be consummated but of fulfillment, happiness, security, release and love. I can only hope to God that you understand what I mean.

My mouth stopped working so I could listen to his music. With a final beat he came into my mouth. I swallowed as blast after blast flew from his loins into my heart.

When he was finally spent his cock slipped out of my mouth and I gently lifted him off the bars and lay him down on the lawn surrounding the playground.

I sat next to him, leaned down and kissed him. Jon lapped up the remains of his cum from my mouth. Searching for every drop that remained.

When he got everything he could Jon slid down and unbuckled my pants, drew my cock out and duplicated my trick of slicking it up with his cum. He slowly licked my balls and cock into hardness. Occasionally he would flick my piss hole but he never took my head into his mouth. Finally he looked me in the eye.

"Shut up and fuck me," he said as he flipped onto his back and finished kicking off his pants.

When he was ready so was I. I put my cock at the entrance of his experienced but extremely sexy love canal and slowly entered. Once I was all the way in I leaned over and kissed him.

I started off with trying to make it long. Long, slow strokes in his relaxed butt. There weren't any noises now. Just a smile.

Unfortunately I could tell long wasn't going to be in the books so I made it hard instead. I pounded his ass as fast and hard as I could and rewarded my love with a huge load up his ass.

When I was finished I pulled out, lowered his legs to the ground and pulled his head around onto my chest.

"I love you Jon, with all my heart and soul. And not just for moments like this."

We sat quietly watching the moon and stars. It was a while before either of us spoke.

"Thanks Styan, I really needed this time alone with you. I've been thinking, you know what I want to do when we get home?"

"I'm going downstairs, get the leash and collar and throw it in the trash. My brothers created Fido and I'm going to kill him tonight."

Jon gave me a quick peck on the lips. "But don't worry, Jonathan likes playing rough too."

We could have probably slept the night in the playground but a cool breeze and a light rain got us up and back into our clothes. On our way out Jon spotted a sign for a fund raiser to improve the playground.

"The Robin Sorrel Playground has a nice ring to it. We've got to have enough money in the account to get that done. Can we?"

"The first one here, because of everything that's happened today. Then we'll find one in Longston that needs fixing up.

I took the long way home and after splitting a pizza at some strip mall joint and cones at Dairy Queen we got home close to eleven.

The porch light was on which concerned me because I knew I hadn't turned it on. As I was reaching for my cell phone to call the police the front door opened and Joe came running out. Jon flew out the car door and into Joe's arms. I was a step behind him but stayed a step away.

When they stopped kissing I finally spoke, "What are you doing here? I told Harry to take you home."

"He did, but when we got there we found a note that my parents and younger brother had been invited to a last minute dinner with Lamont Sorrel and they didn't know when they'd be home. I told Harry I'd be all right, but as soon as they left I ran over here and let myself in with the key Jon gave me."

We headed inside and I checked the answering machine before Joe picked up the phone. The first message was from Joe's father.

"Styan, since Joe's not home yet I presume he's still with you. If he is please have him call and leave a message on the machine if we're not home yet. Tell him everything is OK and he's listening to the voice of the new Chief Operating Officer of Sorrel Enterprises. Tell him I love him while you're at it. Thanks Styan."

Joe dialed and it had to be his father who answered. After "congratulations" Joe asked him what happened. A few minutes later Joe said, "Cool, I'll be home in fifteen."

"Seems your father said he was talking things over with two of his sons this morning and he decided my father was the best one for the job."

"My father has his office plastered with our pictures. Your father must have recognized me and just didn't say anything. Wow, this is too much. What a fucking day."

On my way back I slowed before I reentered the living room. Jon was talking softly.

"I know you're all right Joe. You've coped with today better than I could have prayed for. I'm so grateful you were with me this morning."

"I do love, I do. I'm sorry I lied to you, didn't tell you everything before but I'm still coming to grips with it. Today, today was so, I finally had to face some things. Realize that I'm not all right yet."

"You'll get there. But you know what? Part of you was always there. That weekend at my house when you told me your name was Jon showed me more of a real kid. The one I love."

They started kissing and I went into the kitchen to dry my eyes before I reentered the living room.

As we got into the car I hugged Joe and whispered, "I love you Joe and I appreciate everything you've done and said today."

Chapter 11
Return to the Basement

For the first time in a month I'm heading home on a Friday evening to a weekend alone with Jon. Joe and his family are going down the shore to his grandparents to celebrate his father's promotion.

The house is eerily quiet as I walk in from the garage and into the kitchen. Then I see the door to the basement's open and a piece of paper with an arrow has been taped to it pointing down. As I took my jacket and tie off I remembered the quiet ceremony that night when Jon had walked up those stairs holding the collar and leash he'd been wearing the day we met and tossed them into the trash. He'd turned and headed upstairs. He slept cuddled in my arms that night. A smile was the only thing either of was wearing.

I headed down the stairs and followed three more arrows to the play room. Jon greeted me at the door naked except for straps on each wrist and ankle. I took him in my arms and we kissed a long, long time. When we broke I looked him in the eyes. He nodded to answer my unasked question and proceeded to strip me.

Silently he led me into the room and to the chains and pulleys near the back wall. After I hooked him up I ran my hands over his back. My nails drawing lines in his back as he moaned in pleasure. I picked up a paddle and showed it to him. It was a plain wooden paddle made of a soft wood.

After ten firm swats on each cheek I walked in front of him and found him smiling ear-to-ear despite his red ass. I gave him a quick kiss and pulled the chains raising his arms over his ends and kept going until his feet were off the ground.

I took my time freshening up. I remembered Jon's words at the playground when he killed Fido: "But don't worry, Jonathan likes playing rough too." I knew this was his idea and I was willing to go through with it, but.

After fifteen minutes I reentered the room and quietly picked up the bullwhip. Without a warning I flicked it and the tip flicked across the base of his spine. His body flinched at the contact. The first ten lashes all hit different parts of the back. While his body was reacting to the blows, which was unusual, I didn't hear a sound from him.

Just as I was about to start the second set his head sagged. I dropped the whip and walked around to face him.

He was desperately trying to stay silent as tears rolled down his cheeks. I put one arm around him and hit the release button. We sank to the ground with his limbs still chained. I sat him on my lap and released him. Jon was doing everything possible to avoid looking at me so I grabbed his chin and turned his face towards me.

"I love you Styan, I wanted this to work, I really did. When I threw the collar and leash out I figured I would still enjoy this stuff. I mean I know how much it means to you so I wanted tonight to be special." He stopped and gulped, still trying to stop the tears.

I held my lover, my foster son, my everything while he composed himself. When he continued his voice was still shaky but under control.

"I mean this is where and what let me know you really cared about me. That first morning when you told me to leave the collar down here really told me you wanted Jonathan around and not just Fido. Nobody ever treated me like that before. I wanted to keep that part alive."

"You came down and I was OK when you tied me up and ran your fingers down my back. Even the paddling was fine. But then you raised me off the ground and left me helpless when you went upstairs. That's what did it. I realized I hated that feeling, it brought all the loneliness back."

"Because I wanted to do it for you. To prove I loved you. I would have kept quiet for as long as you wanted to go on so you could be happy."

Jon looked at me but didn't move. I took the lock back, closed the bolt and locked the room up. He was just staring at me so I led him to the couch and sat him down.

"Jon, this is where I knew how special you were and began to realize I could come to love you like I do. And that was that very first night I picked you up."

"Outside the mall that night you were being Fido, willing to go with whomever, do whatever for a place to spend the night, some food and money. On the way home all I wanted to do was take you in there," I jabbed a finger at the locked room, "and have some fun."

"I remember, that's all I was expecting. Then you left me down here and went upstairs to change."

"When I came back and saw you reading that magazine all that changed. I realized that someone was hiding inside Fido and I could love him. And you know what?"

"I love Jonathan a lot more than I could have ever cared for Fido. I don't need that crap in there to love you. If you don't want it anymore then neither do I."

"I told you that day on the boat I didn't care if I never saw Fido again. I was thrilled when you threw the collar away. I love Jonathan Sorrel and will do whatever it takes to make him happy."

Once again I woke with Jon in my arms and my cock up his ass. I reached around and kissed his cheeks. He was awake and the cheek was wet. I pulled out and turned him around and put his head on my shoulder. "What's wrong Jon? Talk to me."

"Please Jon, I love you, I want to help you but I can't if you don't talk to me."

"I don't know the words. I love you Styan, I didn't know this life existed much less could be mine, but, but."

"There's a hole in me, I've lost my life and I'm trying to make sense of what's left. Oh God, I'm not making any sense and I know this is so important."

"For as long as I can remember my life revolved around being used by my brothers and their friends. I didn't have a voice in it or anything else. What Peter told us doesn't even matter. Now it's all gone. I have you and Joe and in a different way Reuben but after last night I realize I'm like a new baby, or someone with amnesia or you know we watched that show about orphans from Bosnia who were adopted by Americans and had to adjust to a whole new world. They have to leave everything behind and I know how they feel."

He rested on my shoulder as I tried to slow my mind down. I had known that something like this would happen and last night should have been a warning but shit.

"But you know what, you began filling that hole before you even realized it was there. Before it even existed. You started filling it with Joe. Then the life we've built together. Your friends at the Y and now Reuben. You don't have a hole. You've just replaced one life with another and the shocks just hitting you."

"No, you really lost the first fourteen years of your life and that's a lot to make up for. But you didn't lose it, they stole it from you and you're going to make the most of the rest of your life. We'll take a summer vacation, you'll go to school in the fall, go places and do the things you want to."

"Of course with me. From now to forever I'll be with you." I bent over and kissed him lightly on the forehead and then the lips. His arms tightened around me and I hugged back. I could feel life flowing back into his body and soul.

"Don't be afraid to talk to me if something is bothering you. Don't pretend everything is fine when it's not. I'm here for you all the time and for everything. Do you understand me?"

"I'll try, but talking is still hard some times. After all, I've only been free for nine months, really alive for five."

He fell asleep like that and it was noon before he woke again. While still quiet he seemed to be in a better mood while I made scrambled eggs and rye toast for a very late breakfast. As he was pushing his final piece of egg onto the fork with his fourth slice of toast he finally spoke.

He scowled, then sighed. "I know that I guess, but can't we just pretend for today. Take me someplace I've never been before."

I thought for a moment. Here was a fourteen year old boy who except for a trip to Las Vegas and Skylands Park had never been out of Longston, New Jersey. East into New York City, south to the shore or west into the country. No, north and west into the mountains.

"OK, we're going away for the night. Go upstairs and pack your small bag. Include a bathing suit and something nice for supper."

He got up and kissed me and ran upstairs. I thought and dialed a number I hadn't used in years and made a reservation for the night including the late show. Jon started to ask where we were going and I told him it was a surprise. While the ride up 287 to the NY Thruway to Route 17W wasn't as colorful as when the leaves are changing it was still beautiful. Jonathan had never seen anything like it and kept pointing out every cow, horse and tractor. After a couple of hours we stopped for a quick lunch and then headed on for the last few miles.

When we pulled off the highway for the second time it was like a time warp as I drove up the long driveway and in front of The Concord Hotel. My parents, older brother and sister and I had come up every summer for two weeks for years when I was a boy. My father became Sheriff, Boris headed off for college and that ended those vacations together. It was at least a decade since my last trip up here.

The place was as big, if not bigger, and as gaudy as I remembered. We followed the bellhops directions to the front desk and Jon stared in wonder as I checked in.

As we followed the bellhop through the main lobby and for another half mile or so I recalled my amazement at my first sight of this classic resort. There were people of all ages, sizes, shapes and races milling about. I think what really amazed Jon were all the children running about carefree and unattended. We got to our room and it reminded me of the ones we used to stay in.

"You said you wanted us to be normal and fathers and their fourteen year old sons don't usually sleep in the same bed. So for tonight you sleep in one and I get the other. Your choice."

"Yes son, take your bathing suit and t-shirt into the bathroom and change. I'll change out here while you're in there."

He went into the bathroom and I pulled my suit out of my bag. I turned my back to the bathroom and as I slipped my suit on thought my parents are never going to believe where I am today.

Appropriately dressed and map in hand we went in search of the outdoor pool. It took two wrong turns and fifteen minutes to finally find it. Another five to find two adjoining empty chairs. We sat for a couple of minutes looking around.

"My family came up here every summer for two weeks for years and years. Do you see that family over there with the grandparents, parents and three kids?"

"The grandparents probably started coming up before the parents were born and the family's never stopped."

"Dad became Sheriff and Mom wouldn't come without him. But when you said you wanted something normal and special I thought about here."

A waiter came by and took our order for a beer and a cola and we basked in the sun as we waited for his return.

"Brandon?" Jon had focused on the boy's face sticking up from the side of the pool.

I watched him and Brandon play and talk in the water. Amazed at the difference from that first day at the Y gym. Grateful that it was someone who knew my son's limitation as a swimmer.

While I was sipping the last of my beer a figure blocked out the sun. "Hello," I said.

"Sure, just toss me Jon's shirt. Quite a coincidence them meeting up here. And make it Styan."

"Yeah, you know Brandon's told me a bit about Jon and you. I'm impressed, not many people would have taken on the challenge."

"Don't regret it a bit. From the first day I met him I knew there was something special in him. It maybe a cliche but he just needed some loving."

"Brandon has always been a handful, mild case of ADD, selfishness up the kazoo." We both chuckled at that. "But since he met Jon his attitude towards his mom and I has been a lot better. Even goes to school and does his homework without much complaining."

Our eyes drifted over to where the boys were pretending not to watch us. "Don't wave," Ralph said, "that's embarrassing."

I nodded. "A kid hears Jon's story and suddenly his mean old parents and siblings aren't that bad any more. Enough about them, what do you do for a living?" We leaned back in our seats and exchanged notes and stories with only the occasional glance over to the boys. Finally they emerged from the pool and walked over to us.

"Can I have some money for the arcade Dad?" They asked in unison. As we both reached for our wallets I looked over at Ralph.

"Five dollars apiece," he said and handed the bill to Brandon and I followed his example. "Be back in the room by six to change for supper."

We watched them run off. "Still getting used to that," I said. "Most of the time it's Styan which I don't mind but 'Dad' is pretty nice."

"Just tonight, this was last minute and I have a major presentation Monday afternoon."

"I know what you mean. I was supposed to have the week off but depositions in a big case were rescheduled and I've got to handle them. Hold it a minute, I've got an idea. My wife, Charlene is staying and we've got two rooms. My daughter can move in with my wife and Jon can stay up here with Brandon, my treat and we can come back up on Friday for the weekend."

I thought for a minute. After last night and this morning was Jon up for this? I wasn't sure but it was something 'normal' kids did. "If it's all right with your wife and the boys it's fine with me. Just if there's any really big special expense I'll pay you back, and I'll have to buy Jon some more clothes since we only brought for one day. Two things though, one this will be the first time we'll be apart since he moved in and he usually sleeps in the raw."

That went fine, I just had to tell Jon he couldn't wander around the room naked. We even decided that Ralph and I would drive back together so his wife would have a car for the week. I headed back to the room to shower and prepare myself for Jon.

"Would it be all right if I stayed up here with Brandon for the week?. His father's going home tomorrow and they'll have the room. Please."

"She says to tell you that you can sleep in the nude but you can't wonder around the room that way. She and Brandon's sister will be right next door."

"Mr. Markem came up with the same idea and Mrs. Markem gave her approval while you two were at the arcade. I have one question."

"This will be the first time we've been apart and Brandon is not Joe or Reuben. You have to act straight up here and with them. Something goes wrong and it'll take me several hours to get here. Can you handle this?"

"When Brandon suggested it I got so caught up I said yes without thinking about anything except that I don't have enough clothes. On the way back I started thinking about that. Yeah, I'm a little scared but Brandon knows a little bit already and if I really want to be a normal kid with normal friends and do normal things with them and go to a normal school then I've got to start acting more like one."

"I didn't say I wouldn't jack off for a week but I'll try and act straight. Of course he may want to do it." An evil grin turned to a pout at my stare. "I know, on what basis do I want to build my normal friendships? I remember. Now is it really OK?"

"Yes, it's OK. Now go shower and get dressed for supper. Were meeting them in thirty minutes."

The next Friday when Ralph and I had returned and Jon moved into my room he told me that everything had gone fine. There had been only one thing he'd had trouble getting adjusted to.

For the first time in his life he'd had to deal with these weird creatures called: Women.

Chapter 12
Coming Out

At night sexual passions suppressed by depression since the confrontation with Jon's brother Peter at their father's house reawakened. It was like Jon had been reborn after a carefree week of fun and clean country air. A week in which I'd been able to relax and not worry about Jon all the time. Even went out with a couple of old friends for the first time since I met my young love.

Jon fell asleep as soon as we pulled onto the highway and didn't budge until I pulled into our favorite diner for supper. While we ate he told me some of the things he and Brandon had done that he couldn't tell me around his friend's parents….

"The first time he turned down my offer, the second time he had me give him a blow job. One quicky before bed, no big deal to me."

I started to remind him that it had turned into a nasty deal that day at the Y but just nodded instead.

"Wednesday night we're getting ready for bed and he asks me what's it like to 'sleep in the raw.' The only thing I could do was tell him to try it because some people don't find it comfortable. He took his pajamas off and faced me with his cock swinging in the breeze.

«Gee, I haven't seen you naked since we changed to go swimming this afternoon.»

Now to be honest he's grown a few inches since the last time I crashed with him and his cock had grown about an inch [2½ cm] too."

"I know, and I remembered then. I took a breath and told him to sit on his bed…

"Is that what this week's been about Brandon? Yeah, I remember blowing you the second time I crashed at your house but I thought we were becoming friends. Real, regular friends and not someone you wanted around to get your rocks off."

"No you're wrong Jon, I mean you're right. Oh shit, I didn't expect this at all. Shit I'm sorry. I do want us to be friends. I've really enjoyed these last few days with you and I don't want to wreck it."

"I believe you, then what was that 'remember this' about? After that time at the Y I didn't think you'd want to do anything like that again."

Brandon bent over and covered his face with his hands. I thought I heard him crying so I went over to him and put my arm around his shoulders. "I'm sorry Bran, that was cold and wrong. I've forgiven you and the others for that. I really have."

"I haven't forgiven myself," Brandon said, "look you have your secrets and so do I." He took a deep breath. "I see this shrink every week, and we talk about a lot of stuff, especially sex, and why I feel the way I feel…"

"Look, I may not have any real schooling but I've read enough on the net to understand that somebody like me can be scary. Runaway fag whore. Everything you've been warned against."

Brandon buried his head in his hands again and started crying again. I pulled him close to me and tried to think. Then I realized he was leaning into me.

Brandon sat up and wiped his red eyes. "After that day I finally really opened up to him. Told him everything I did. And why."

"I told him that girls don't turn me on. Guys do. In fact when we were in the shower and I saw you naked again I remembered the second time you stayed over. How great the blow job felt and I started getting hard. I started everything just to cover my own feelings."

Brandon shrugged. "That's what I thought. I'm sorry Jon, this really isn't how I planned this. Just seemed a way to bring it up. Forgive me please." He turned away again and lowered his head.

When he lifted his head I saw the tears and all I could do was smile. I leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips.

"You're forgiven my friend. And yes I'm really gay but you know what. My blowing you won't prove anything and you're blowing me won't prove anything more than you're just having kissed another boy."

"I know, of course once I was sure he was asleep I jerked off to the thought of him sucking on my cock."

As we drove up our block Jon spotted a car in the driveway. "Watch out Styan, there's a car in the driveway. Shit, it's Mr. Werner's. I hope nothing happened."

I resisted easy reassurances as I pulled up in front of the house. As I turned off the engine two people emerged from the car. Mr. Werner from the driver's side and Joe from the other. We both let out a sigh of relief as we got out of the car.

"Sure, let me get the suitcase and we'll be set." Unrequested silence fell until we were seated in the living room. Mr. Werner and I took the end chairs and the boys sat on the couch between us.

"Styan, they want me to go to Longston Academy in September and not Harding Middle School. Please talk to him. I don't want to go there, I want to go to Harding with Jon," Joe pleaded.

"That's the crux of the issue but it's brought up other concerns. But lets start with that. I've got nothing against Harding or Longston High but the Academy is a better school."

"You'll get your turn Joe," I said and when he nodded I got a stare from his father.

"Yes it's more prestigious, yes almost all the top executives from Mr. Sorrel on down send or have sent their children there but it is a better school. Even your teachers would tell you that Joe." He stopped and took a deep breath. "His first response was that all his friends were at Harding but I told him that a few did go to the Academy and that he could still see the others after school and homework, just like now."

Don Werner nodded. "We started going round and round and I was about at the 'I said you're going so your going' when he flat out said he would only go where Jon went."

"That's right!" Joe shouted from the couch. "I love him and I'm not letting him start school alone."

"Joe!" Jon gasped. All I could do was stare back and forth between the two Werners.

I took a breath, knowing I had to answer this both honestly and carefully. "Don, what surprises me is not that Joe loves Jon."

"And I love him," Jon interrupted and shut up at my quick glance. His hand inched over and grabbed Joe's."

"Yes, and Jon and I are gay too. It's why my father brought the two of us together when Jon came in and they needed a foster home for him." OK, that was stretching the truth, all right a pure lie, but it's one my parents, Jon and I had agreed on.

"Jon can you get me some ice and the two of you go into the kitchen for awhile."

"Dad," Joe said. "I do love you and mom." Joe ran out of the room before his father could respond.

I had poured the drinks and Don had taken a healthy gulp before another word was said.

"He does love you Don. You should have heard the pride in his voice when he told us you'd been promoted."

"I know, I know he does and I've got nothing against gays, actually my youngest brother is gay. But I guess I can understand what my parents felt when he came out, and he was twenty."

"My father started by listing all the laws, by section mind you, that were used against gay sex or existence. Fortunately New Jersey's become a lot more legally enlightened since then but it's still not easy. But, as you can see, he accepted it."

"They sleep in the same bed when Joe stays over. More than that you have to ask him since I respect their privacy. How's Mrs. Werner taking it?"

"I don't think breaking them up is possible or a good idea. Jon's already lived on the streets and Joe will follow him."

"What about school? Longston Academy is both more demanding while giving the student room for progressing at his own pace. I think Joe needs that but how do we get over this hurdle." He pulled a brochure out of his pocket and handed it to me. "Look at this, excellent academics, good sports programs and yes I'll admit it, it will be good for me at work to have my kids there."

I scanned through the pages. Kids were all neat but no uniforms, Don was right about the schools credentials and reputation. On the inside back cover I saw the name I was looking for as Vice-Chairman of the school's board. "I see Jon's cousin is on the board. Maybe we can use that to get Jon admitted too."

"He's more likely to get the individual attention he needs. Let's see what I can do in the morning."

We called the boys out and Don told them the plan. The boys started giggling between the thanks.

"Good, I'm really happy that's settled. Now all we have to do is convince the admitting committee. Hopefully your cousin really does have enough pull."

That caused another round of giggling between the boys. One I had a hard time not joining. Don looked at all of us quizzically.

Jon finally settled down. "Mr. Werner, Lamont Sorrel is not my cousin, he's my father," Jonathan Sorrel said.

"But I thought he only," he stopped and thought. "That's right I remember one dinner party when this little boy came down just for dinner and then disappeared again. That was you?"

Don paused for a long minute and then nodded. "Then when he said he was talking with his two youngest sons it wasn't Peter and David but you and Peter?"

"Too much, too much in one day. But I guess we have two of the Academy's newest students in front of us Styan."

"I guess so. But Don, that last bit does not go any further, especially at work."

"Thanks Mr. Werner, for everything." He stretched upward and kissed Joe's father on the cheek. "Now tell me about this brother of yours."

"Yes, tell us about my 'swinging bachelor Uncle Eric who'll never get married'." Joe added.

"About five foot seven [1.70 m], collar length dirty blonde hair, three time state champ in wrestling and deep blue eyes to die for," I said.

"Nope, never met him." We all laughed at that. "He was in my year at Longston but we didn't travel in the same circles and only had a couple of classes together. Eric was the macho jock and I was the arty type. So where is he and what does he do?"

"On that note I think we'd better get going," Don said. "Have to tell your mother the good news."

"One final thing Don. Jon and I were planning on going on vacation and obviously Jon wants Joe to come along. If it's OK with you of course."

"My brother has a secluded cabin, house really, right on Lake Cosmos that I use the first two weeks of August every year. Three bedrooms, small boat, private beach. Really quiet and beautiful."

"Please dad, I promise to behave and listen to Styan. Please." The final please lasted thirty seconds at least.

I walked Don out to the car and the boys followed a minute later. We waved as they drove off. When they were out sight we walked around the house to the deck. Jon cleaned off the chairs as I turned on the lights.

Chapter 13
Green Eyed Monsters

I gave my foster son and lover the good news when he called right before lunch. He was pleased and excited, but also said something that made me proud.

When I got back from lunch on Tuesday I had a voice mail message with a number but no name. I almost erased it but when I replayed the message the voice seemed vaguely familiar so I dialed.

"One second," I heard him asking people to leave, "thanks for calling back. I was so nervous you wouldn't."

"It would have helped if you'd left your name but I sort of recognized the voice."

A laugh crossed the wires. "No! God I didn't realize how nervous I was. I haven't called someone blind like this for years."

"That was so weird, he called me up to his new office for the first time and sat there so seriously that I thought someone had died or something like that. Then he says in a low serious voice, 'Your gay nephew wants me to set you up with his lover's foster father.'"

"I'm glad you didn't, especially when I said who and Don goes which one and I said both."

"You probably see a lot more of him than I do and my sister has a sixteen year old boy who has got to be queer. But when he told me it was you it was like a dream."

"Yeah, I was pretty surprised too, especially when Mr. Jock turned out to be an art director."

"Yeah, look Styan I've got to get those people back in here how about we go to dinner tomorrow night?"

I hung up the phone and shook my head. As I jotted the appointment in my book I realized I had just made my first date since I'd met Jon. I hadn't even talked to the guy whose illness led to my picking 'Fido' up five months ago.

That evening I walked into the house and didn't hear the TV going. "Jon, where are you?"

I hurried over, never quite sure what my foster son and lover had found or done. I saw him leaning back in his chair. He was naked except for a skimpy pair of running shorts and I took a moment to appreciate the beauty of a developing fourteen year old boy.

On the screen was the design for the outside of a building. I knelt down next to him and examined it closely. With the mouse I turned the building around and whistled. "What is this supposed to be?"

"At supper the other day you said you wanted to bid on a new library but didn't have time to work up any preliminary sketches."

"I remember, you asked for the specs," I paused stunned. You mean this is supposed to be the new Swiftwater Indian Affairs Research Library at Boulder Community College?"

"Just the outside so far." Jon took the mouse and clicked on the tool bar and the dimensions popped up. "I think I've got it big enough to meet the criteria and give them room to grow while staying within budget. I should have it done in a couple of days. What do you think?"

"What do I think?" I took him in my arms and we kissed. "It's fantastic. I'm not going to touch a thing until you're finished."

Jon hugged me close and the heat of his body excited me. We embraced and I led him down to the floor and removed his shorts as I sucked on his nipples. His cock sprang to attention and I gave it the attention it deserved. My young love squirmed and sighed on the floor as I slowly bobbed my head on his throbbing cock.

I cradled his buns in my arms, fingers running inside his crack, searching for his love canal and picked my head up. "I love you Jon, now and forever."

My finger penetrated the outer ring as my mouth engulfed his cock and he shot his load deep into my throat forcing me to swallow to avoid choking on the huge load.

I sucked and licked him clean before releasing the now flaccid rod. He rolled me over on my back and started licking his cum off my lips and then our lips locked.

When we finally broke he said, "I really love you Styan, you mean everything to me."

"This." He unbuttoned my shirt and licked my nipples. Then he pulled my pants and shorts down to my ankles.

"And this." He sat down on my face and I started rimming him as he started licking my cock and balls. the more my tongue penetrated his ass the more of my cock he swallowed. And the harder his cock got too. Finally he turned around and sat on my throbbing cock. I gasped as my cock was swallowed by a well experienced but still tight fourteen and three-quarter year old love chute. As he slowly rose and fell on my rod I grabbed his in my hand and slowly jerked it, keeping to the rhythm Jon set.

Jon had learned to read my body so well that he kept me from shooting for a half hour after I had lost all control. As I shot his load plastered my face.

When I finally finished cumming I pulled his face to mine kissed and he lay by my side. "I love you Jonathan Sorrel."

"Cool, maybe Joe and I'll go over to the mall or something." Jon said a long moment later.

Jonathan stood up, slipped the shorts back on and sat at the computer. "Not hungry, I got so wrapped up that I didn't have lunch till real late. I'll grab something out of the fridge later. If you want to go out fine."

"Is everything all right Jon? You OK?" I asked as I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Everything's fine Styan," he almost snapped. "I just want to check my notes and make sure the Indian references in the design are right. OK?"

"Fine, fine, I'll just get something out of the refrigerator and watch some TV."

When I woke I was alone in my bed. I checked his room and it was empty. Worried I ran downstairs and found him asleep on the floor of the computer room.

After catching my breath and thanking God I sat down next to his head and lifted it into my lap. He didn't stir.

I replayed the previous nights events in my mind and realized when everything changed.

It was clear, but what was I to do. Cancel, easy way out but I didn't want to. I tossed all the other alternatives when I realized that until Jon was willing to talk honestly about his feelings there was nothing I could do.

When he didn't call me by one like he usually did I got worried and called him. He apologized, explaining he was working on his project. But he sounded distant which I tried blaming on his working but knew better.

The day dragged and I got more irritable as it did. My staff left me alone all afternoon and I didn't get any work done. The phone didn't even ring, which I found out later, because my secretary refused to put anybody through.

I got to Danny's place about a quarter-to-six and headed to the bar and ordered a tequila sunset. What I really wanted was a double vodka straight up but I knew I wouldn't stop drinking those.

I was starting my second, almost having switched, when someone sat next to me. I turned and smiled. My description Sunday night was still accurate.

"I haven't been to one of those since before I met Jon. Still crowded, hot and loud?"

As we finished our desserts and diet cokes Eric leaned back and smiled. "I've really enjoyed tonight."

My head jerked up and I shook it. "I do, I mean I would like to have dinner with you again. It's just that Jon did not take tonight well. I don't know how much Don or Joe told you about Jon."

"Yeah, he's hardly grunted to me since I told him last night. I know he's fourteen but this is the first real communication problem we've had."

It was Eric's turn to shake his head. "Go home, grab him away from the computer, video game, television, my nephew and sit him down."

"Because all my nieces and nephews come to good old Uncle Eric when their parents won't communicate with them. But then there was one thing that Joe didn't tell me."

"Don't feel bad, you should have seen Jon and I Sunday night when we found out he'd told his parents," I paused, "I do want to see you again."

"You know where to find me when the time is right. We can even make it a double date."

I sat in the car in the driveway for ten minutes before I walked into the house.

I walked into the living room and stood between the boys and the TV. "Jon, you and I have to talk."

"I'm gone," Joe said, "I'll finish this in the rec room. Find me when you're human again." Joe ran from the room and I heard the door shut behind him.

I collapsed on the chair, tears began to flow. "Jonathan, how could you even think that?"

"You had sex with me, telling me how much you loved me, how I meant everything to you."

"And the next thing out of your mouth was you were going on a date with someone else."

"Jon, I turned my whole life upside down for you. For the last five months you've been my whole life. I even spend half my time at the office thinking about you, worrying about you. Caring for you."

I moved over to the couch and took him in my arms. "You are never going to lose me. I love you for you. Everything about you. Not just your talented mouth and ass but your mind, the creativity and inner desire that created the library. Do you really think that I'd keep you around just for sex?"

That got a giggle and he reached up and kissed my cheek. "That would be interesting. Try to understand Styan, I know everything you say is true but after being abandoned my whole life I'm scared of it happening again."

"Look at it this way. If I ever thought about it you could move in with Joe and your grandfather would arrest me."

With that he roared and brought his lips to mine. We kissed and hugged. I started tickling him and he retaliated and soon Joe heard our hysteria through the walls and over the TV and jumped on top of us.

I was watching the eleven o'clock news when I heard footsteps approaching. Turning I saw Joe coming through the door. He was naked.

He walked over and sat next to me on the couch, picked my hand up and put it on his crotch.

I removed it and turned to face him, took his hand in mine. "Would you like to explain this?"

"You're gorgeous, you're sexy, I love you a lot. But no, I don't want to have sex with you."

A week shy of his fifteenth birthday Joe looked ten right then. "When we got upstairs Jon explained what was bothering him. How he felt jealous, betrayed, about to be abandoned again."

"I told him none of that was true. And it wasn't, I just need friends my own age, like you need friends your age."

Joe thought this over. "I guess I understand. Part it's still hard for me to understand Jon's life sometimes. I love him and want to be with him, but it is spooky."

"There are nights when he's asleep in my arms and I think about the first fourteen years of his life and can't believe he made it through alive and sane."

"When he told me you weren't jealous of him and I being together, having sex in the next room," he blushed, "I had trouble believing it. I thought that maybe you were jealous and that's why you dated Uncle Eric tonight."

"How do you think he'd feel if he walked in here and found me and his best friend and lover having sex together?"

"I--I--I didn't think of that! Oh my God." He started crying. I tried to put my arm around him but he pulled away. Before I could do or say anything Jon's arms went around Joe and pulled him tight.

Joe pulled back and mouthed, "I'm sorry Jon, I really am. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Jon kissed him gently on the lips. "I heard everything you two said. I think I love the two of you more than ever now. Trust you more than ever. Joe, for you to offer Styan your body for me, for the reasons you did was beautiful. Extremely stupid since his cock is a lot bigger than mine, but beautiful. Dad, I knew you wouldn't have sex with Joe but the way you talked to him made me appreciate you even more as a father."

"Since I don't think you had much fun on this one why don't we wait for the one after."

"Sleep, eventually." The three of us laughed and the two boys walked up the steps hand-in-hand.

Fortunately I had made the appointment at Longston Academy for ten in the morning because I didn't crawl out of bed until almost 8:30 and I had to drag the boys out of bed. The scene at the breakfast table was unusually quiet and I couldn't tell if it was because of physical or emotional exhaustion.

After driving Joe home we continued in silence but Jon didn't take his eyes or hand off me till we pulled into the lot.

"This? Yes I guess. I know I have to make a good impression if I want to get into Joe's classes."

"Let's face it, our relationship is different than other fathers and sons. Even other foster fathers and sons."

"Because we're lovers. It brings a whole different aspect to us that they don't have to deal with."

We entered the main building of Longston Academy and followed the signs for the office. It was a modern building without a strand of ivy marring the steel and glass edifice. As soon as I introduced myself the secretary was ushering us into the headmaster's office. He was in his late fifties, black hair in a pronounced widows peak and a slight bulge around the waist.

"Hello Mr. Maskovitz, Mr. Sorrel, I'm so glad to meet you. I'm Dr. Roland Gilead, headmaster of Longston Academy. Please have a seat."

"Not a medical doctor Jonathan. My Ph.D. is in English Literature with a specialty in Robert Browning.

"Quite all right. You are not the first new student to make that mistake. First of all I want to apologize for my staff's rude behavior on Monday. They are not used to such late enrollments."

"Quite all right," I said, "especially with Jon's special educational circumstances. One of the reasons Mr. Werner and Mr. Lamont Sorrel recommended this school was it's ability to help students like Jonathan make the transition to normal schooling."

"Yes, special students are our specialty here. Now Jonathan, can I call you that?"

Dr. Gilead nodded. "From what I have heard I can understand why. But we are not here today to dwell on the past but to prepare you for a marvelous future."

"My future's gotten a lot better since I met my dad but it is time to move on. With my education that is."

"Fine, fine, now as I started to say I understand all your education up to know has been self-taught on the computer?"

"Yes sir. While my family kept me isolated they kept buying me the latest computers and educational software to go with the games. The only thing I'd never learned was writing but dad's worked on that over the spring and summer. It's not good but it is readable."

"Great, it is just fantastic to see an abused youngster make use of the opportunities given him."

"As you get to know him you'll realize how special he is," I said, "but you said something about placement tests."

"While we understand the importance to Jonathan to be in the same classes as Mr. Werner we do want to make sure he has the background for them. The tests deal with basics in math, English, science and history and will take about ninety minutes. When you are through Jonathan you will return here, and after a tour of the campus we will conclude with lunch in the dining hall."

Dr. Gilead raised his left hand and a young man dressed in jeans and cowboy boots entered. I felt a certain electricity pass through my hand as we shook.

"Mr. Maskovitz this is Mr. Halsey. He is one of our finest English teachers, and I assure you he will be dressed more appropriately the first day of school. I asked him in today to conduct the tests. Mr. Halsey, this is Jonathan Sorrel. He is here to take the tests we discussed and will be in one of your classes this semester."

"C'mon Jon, let's get your introduction to testing over with. I can't take it for you but I'll try and make it easy on you."

After they left Dr. Gilead loosened his tie and poured two cups of coffee. "Call me Roland Mr. Maskovitz. I'm really not that much of a stuffed shirt away from the students."

"The reason I asked him in today, besides being one of our best and most brilliant teachers, is his ability to reach out to students who have not had the easiest time in life."

"That certainly describes Jon all right. While he wasn't totally isolated from people he wasn't given the chance to develop normal relationships. So after we agreed he should start school I signed him up with a teen group at the Y and he's handled it well. Made some friends there."

"They met when Jon was on the streets and became friendly. When they met again at the Y after I took Jon in they became inseparable. There are a couple of points I would like to discuss while we have the time."

"His relationship with his family is still very much a sore point and one I would rather not have him pushed on. If anybody asks about his connection to Lamont Sorrel and his sons you can say they are cousins but not close at all. I can afford the tuition on my own with no help from Mr. Sorrel."

I nodded and smiled. "My father is acquainted with him and I've met him a couple of occasions. When he found out about my taking Jon in he called and offered his help. Jon is reluctant and I only call on him when I have to get through a barrier quickly."

"This one's a little touchy as well. For the four months before he came to live with me Jonathan was a runaway living on the streets of Longston. He found kids, like Joe Werner, to take him in for a night or so. He also did things to survive."

"Say no more Styan. I understand, and you believe some of the students here might know about that time and might say and do things."

"I'm glad you did. I'll especially warn the phys-ed teachers to keep an eye out in the showers for the first few weeks."

When Jon returned he was exhausted but pleased with the way things had gone. We left with Dr. Gilead and I was quite impressed with the campus. All the buildings were fairly new and modern and with the latest equipment. The CAD equipment was just short of my own at the office. We were just sitting down to lunch when Dick Halsey came into the dining room.

"Hello Mr. Halsey, would you care to join us for lunch?" I asked. The young teacher glanced at his boss who nodded slightly.

I glanced at Jon who shook his head. He knew what I was thinking. The waiter came around and took our orders.

"Now Jonathan, don't think that you're going to get this kind of service every day. During classes this operates like a normal school cafeteria, but with a more varied and higher quality menu," Dr. Gilead said and turned to Mr. Halsey. "So Dick, what makes this such an exciting morning?"

The waiter returned at that moment so we had to wait another minute while the English teacher took a long sip.

"Excuse me. This young man is what is so exciting. Mr. Maskovitz I don't know if Jon or Dr. Gilead explained the tests but they're given by the computer and grow or reduce in complexity to reflect the student's accuracy. Now don't take this wrong Jon but given what I knew I wasn't expecting much overall."

"I didn't either Dick. My first test on stuff I've tried learning myself. I was just praying to get into Joe's classes."

"Mr. Halsey and I discussed that yesterday and we feel that the two of you should not have every class together. One we do not want you using Mr. Werner as a crutch and secondly it will force both of you to make other friends here at school," Dr. Gilead said.

"You are going to be in the ninth grade with him but I think in only three of your six main classes first semester."

"To be honest Jon's science background needs some remedial work and Joe is quite good there. They'll be together for history, social studies and beginning Spanish, and gym of course."

"Jon, when I say off the charts I mean above. I could easily put you in Advanced Junior classes in both subjects but you'll have to settle for Advanced Freshman."

Sid G

Mall Punk

Chapters 8-13

Chapter 8
Jon and Joe's Story

Author's note

Chapter 9
Family Reunion?

Chapter 10
Baseball & Playground

Chapter 11
Return to the Basement

Chapter 12
Coming Out

Chapter 13
Green Eyed Monsters

Sid G

Mall Punk

Chapters 8-13

Chapter 8Jon and Joe's Story

Author's note

Chapter 9Family Reunion?

Chapter 10Baseball & Playground

Chapter 11Return to the Basement

Chapter 12Coming Out

Chapter 13Green Eyed Monsters

Chapter 8
Jon and Joe's Story

Chapter 9
Family Reunion?

Chapter 10
Baseball & Playground

Chapter 11
Return to the Basement

Chapter 12
Coming Out

Chapter 13
Green Eyed Monsters