Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 21:30:18 -0400
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Mall Punk 14

This is the latest, but not the last, installment of an ongoing story that
involves sex between a man and a teen boy and also includes man-man sex and
alludes to boy-boy sex.  If any of this disagrees with you or is illegal in
your area then please depart.  This is a complete work of fiction and no
character is based on anybody real.  Any comments please write me at
sidg@compuserve.com.

Mall Punk: Part 14
Birthday and Vacation
			     By Sid G. (c)1998

	It was two days before Joe's fifteenth birthday and Jon and I were
on our fourth lap of the largest mall in greater Longston.  I understood
Jon's problem.  What does the boy who can buy anything buy the boy who has
everything he wants?  Especially the first boy's love.
	On the third lap Jon looked into Stern's Jewelry Emporium and we
entered this time around.  He took a quick look at the bracelets and
necklaces before coming to the rings.
	The wedding rings.
	"No Jon, not those."
	"But they say what I feel," he replied.
	I led him back outside.
	"I know that, but wedding rings are a big step, and one that many
people might not understand.  Especially your new classmates."
	"OK, OK, how about this.  Can I get him a nice ring and engrave it
on the inside with our initials?"
	"Perfect," I said relieved that I didn't have to suggest it myself.
We went back in and over to the men's section.  It took my almost fifteen
year old foster son and lover twenty minutes to pick out the simple gold
and onyx ring.  And another fifteen to convince the jeweler that I really
wanted it inscribed that way and if he wouldn't do it right away we were
leaving without it.
	At that he agreed rather than lose a three hundred-dollar sale.
While we waited Jon tried on a white gold necklace.  It looked great
against his tanned skin but he almost ripped it off.  He handed it back to
the salesman shaking his head.
	"You looked great."
	"It felt like a collar, and I can't"
	"How about a larger one," the salesman suggested.
	"No thanks," Jon said and walked out the door.
	"Is he OK?"
	"It's a long story, and one you don't want to hear.  But thanks for
asking.  Let's just ring up the sale while we're waiting."
	The salesman looked around and loosened his collar and showed me an
even scar that seemed to run around his neck.  "Just tell your son that
he'll recover one day."
	"Do you want to tell him?"
	The man shook his head.  "I can't leave my post, besides, I may
have recovered but it's still hard to talk about it.  But please tell your
son."
	"He's my foster son, but I will.  He has made great strides since
we came into each other's lives but he does have a way to go," I shook his
hand, "thanks for everything."
	With that the jeweler emerged and after I inspected the ring I
thanked him and left.  I found Jon alone on a bench with his head in his
hands.  I sat next to him and put my arm around his shoulders.
	"It came out great, want to see?"
	He shook his head.
	"Why so glum son?"
	"I really liked that necklace and it looked good on me but all I
saw was that fucking dog collar.  Will everything always remind me of
something from then dad?"
	"Yes, but after you left our salesman showed me a scar that runs
around his neck.  Could have been a metal collar that was left on too long
and too tight.  He said, 'Just tell your son that he'll recover one day.'
It isn't going to be easy at times Jon but there is a more pressing
problem."
	He slowly picked his head up and looked into my smiling face.
"What?"
	"You finally picked out your present for Joe.  But what am I going
to get him?"
	"There was one thing he mentioned," he squeezed my thigh, "but I
told him no."
	"Thanks, it wouldn't be right somehow."
	"I agree, and so does Joe really.  Then he gave me a list of three
music CDs he wants.  He told me I could pick one."
	"Let's go then."
	I bought all three and our odyssey complete we headed home.

	The next day was Friday, my last day at work before Joe, Jon and I
headed up to the lake on vacation.  I was busy reviewing projects with my
partner when there was a knock on my door.  I looked up to find my
secretary standing there with a big smile on her face.
	"Yes Margaret?  Spit it out before you swallow the canary," Harry
said.  He knew, mangled and used cliches that were old before he was born.
	"There's someone in the conference room who would like to make a
brief presentation."
	"I don't have anybody on my calendar," I said, "do you Harry?"
	"Just go now," she said pointing the way.
	"Yes, dear," Harry and I said together.
	The first things that caught our eyes when we entered the
conference room were the blueprints set up on the display board.  I took a
look and my eyes popped.
	"Jonathan?  Where are you?"
	"Jonathan?  Jonathan did this?"
	"Hi, Dad, Mr. Lowell.  I finally finished the Swiftwater Indian
Affairs Research Library at Boulder Community College proposal.  What do
you think?"
	"Harry?"
	"Be honest, Mr. Lowell."
	"Honest?  OK, I need to look at the specs to see if everything
works before we submit this but I'll be damned if I'm going to change one
line on this unless I absolutely have to.  Jon this is damned good work.
Your name is going on the submission along with your Dad's and mine.  And
we're going on only because you're not licensed."
	"Really?"  Jonathan's voice was a touch of amazement, pride and
disbelief.  Chronically abused children, like Jon had been, develop such
low self-esteem that they have trouble believing praise.
	I walked over and hugged him.  "Son, I told you it was good when
you showed me the preliminary drawings.  It's gotten a great deal better
since then.  I'm proud of you."
	"Thanks, Dad, Mr. Lowell.  Here's the computer disks with
everything you'll need to review.  The proposal has to be in Boulder three
weeks from today."
	"Then when your father returns to work so do you.  You'll work with
me making any needed changes and getting the proposal together.  How does
that sound?"
	"Great, can I really?  Is it OK with you, Dad?  I promise I'll
behave while I'm here."
	"Of course you can, do you realize how happy this makes me?"
	"Look why don't you two come over for a barbeque and we'll
celebrate.  Reuben's been asking to see you Jon," Harry said.
	"Jon?"
	"Great.  I'll go home now so you can finish up.  Should I take
these down?"
	"No," Harry said, "I think I'll make all those so-called architects
in there take a good look first."
	
	It was about ten when we got home from Harry's house.  I don't know
which one of us was prouder of Jon.  OK, OK, I was but that's a father's
right.
	You know it's still hard to call myself that.
	Especially when at a small cough I turn around to see the love of
my life standing there naked and fully erect.  I took him in my arms and
kissed him full on the lips.  Our lips danced with passion as my hands
flowed over his smooth, virtually hairless body.  When we broke Jon started
unbuttoning my shirt and then he started licking, kissing and sucking my
nipples.  I shrugged out of my shirt and somehow undid my pants and slid
them down without disrupting Jon's efforts.
	When I was naked I took Jon's head in my hands and brought his face
to mine.
	"Jon, I love you more than anything or anyone in the world and
always will."
	"As father, friend or lover?"
	"All of the above if that all right with you."
	"More than anything in the world.  I love you Stya, more than Joe
or anybody else."
	We kissed again and I picked him up in my arms and carried him up
the stairs to my bed.  I lay him gently on the bed and started working on
his nipples.  Small but firm and delicious.  I let my tongue ease its way
down his chest till I reached his pubic hair.  He had been totally sexy
completely shaved but even more so since he'd stopped shaving his crotch
and pits.  No longer a young boy, but a young man.
	I bathed his pubes as I circled around to his balls and slowly
washed them and then sucked both into my mouth.  I could feel Jon's sperm
filling each receptacle, waiting for me to release them.
	"Stya, suck my cock, please blow me now, I can't wait," Jon almost
screamed.
	And who am I to argue?  I released his nuts and inhaled his solid
boy cock into my mouth.  When I took too long to start sucking Jon took
hold of my hair and started me going.  I wanted to make it last.  To show
him the love I felt, the pleasure I got from his body.
	Slowly I worked his rod, licking the steady stream of precum oozing
from his slit.  Jon's hands left my head and started stroking my cheeks and
shoulders.  As I slowly picked up the pace I could feel his fingernails dig
into my skin.
	"Oh Stya, oh yeah, blow me, I'm so ready to shoot my load down your
throat.  Oh shit, oh shit."  With that a powerful stream of sperm flew down
my throat and almost choked me.  The second was easier to handle but still
stronger than most men's first shot.  He kept coming and coming.  If I
hadn't known better I would have bet he hadn't shot in a week.  But Joe had
slept over last night so I figured that wasn't the case.
	Finally he stopped shooting and I was able to swallow the rest of
his load as his cock slowly went flaccid in my mouth.  I slowly licked it
clean, even inside his slit which almost had him shooting a second time.
	But I wanted to wait for that.
	Finally I let Jon's penis slip from my mouth and moved next to him
on the pillow.
	"That was great," we said together and giggled like young lovers.
	"Yeah, it was.  I never get tired of the taste of your manhood or
your cum my love.  In fact it gets better every time."
	"Well the night is still young," Jon replied, "and your rod looks
like it needs some tending to."
	I followed his gaze and had to agree.
	Jon pushed me onto my back and slowly nibbled his way down my shaft
until my bush tickled his nose.  I could feel him lubricating my cock with
his saliva and my precum.
	He brought me close to the edge and then backed all the way off
twice.  After the second time he straddled my upright member and slowly, oh
so painfully slowly inserted it into his love canal.  He slowly rose up and
down on my cock, never quite letting my tip escape back out his sphincter.
While the intellectual part of me hated the fact that my young love had
more sexual experience than any fourteen-year-old should have, the rest of
me was enthralled by the ways he used that experience to keep me in
ecstasy.
	Two, three, four more times he brought me to the edge and stopped.
"No more my love, let me come.  I want, need to fill your love canal with
my seed."
	"Oh, so you want to shoot?"  Jon asked with a wicked smile I could
barely make out.  Then he squeezed his ass cheeks so tight that my cock
went limp.
	Then slowly, oh so slowly he started going again.  For five full
minutes he slowly increased the pace and the pressure on my aching prick.
Finally, finally I passed the point of no return physically as well as
mentally and filled his ass with a huge load of sperm.
	When I was finished Jon slid off me and into my arms.  We kissed
again and fell asleep in each others arms.

	As has been happening since our first night together, one of us
wakes up in the morning having to take a leak, and as a result the other
one wakes up too.  Saturday morning was Jon's turn and I watched his
departing back make its way to my bathroom.  I waited patiently and was
rewarded by seeing his gorgeous body return to me.  We were both still half
asleep but I took his hand in mine and drew him on top of me.  My hands
reached for his ass and he smiled at me.
	"My we're horny this morning," he said.
	"One of these day's I'll tape that walk and you'll see why."
	"Oh I know.  I see your version enough times."  With that he spread
his legs and angled his body slightly so I had full access to his butt.
	Slowly I inserted first one, then two fingers along his crack and
into his hole.  I felt a combination of his anal juices and the remnants of
my cum from the night before.  I put a third finger in and twisted it
gently around and he moaned with pleasure.  I could feel his cock hardening
against my chest and he started humping me as I finger fucked him.  I
pushed my fingers in as far as they could go and found his prostate and
gently caress it.
	Jon howled and shot his load onto our chests.  Quickly I took my
fingers out of his butt and he rolled over onto his back and raised his
legs.  Cum was still dripping from his prick and I used it and what was on
my chest to lube my cock.
	But that hole staring at me was too inviting and I quickly filled
it with my stiff prick.  Jon rested his legs on my shoulders and I slowly
worked my rod in and out of that magnificent butt hole.  Unlike last night
he didn't play any games to keep me from shooting but I used my experience
to make it last.
	The best part was not the sensations coming from my groin but the
look of happiness on my lover's face.  Jon's smile, and I know this is
almost heretical, and beatific expression filled my heart with more joy
than the pleasure that was filling my cock and balls.
	I blew him a kiss and when he returned it I shot my load up his
ass.  I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, his cheeks and finally
our lips met in a long passionate kiss.  He slipped off my rod and we fell
asleep in each others arms again.

	It was noon before we woke again, which was fortunate since we were
due at Joe's home at one for his birthday party.  We considered showering
together but figured that we'd never be on time that way.  So once again I
watched my favorite backside leave my bed and my room.
	The one hope in both our minds when we arrived was that there would
be food ready.  From the far side of the backyard Eric and Joe waved and
came over.  From behind their backs the gave each of us a foot long hot
dog.
	"So you can get used to the size," they said together.
	Jon and I looked at each other and replied.  "You wish."
	Then Joe took Jon in his arms and kissed him.  From around the yard
I heard gasps and saw reactions to the scene.  I held my hand out and Eric
took it, he stepped closer and we kissed as well.
	We might have kept going if a loud crash didn't bring the four of
us out of it.  We turned and Joe screamed.  "Aunt Celia, oh my gosh."  He
and Eric went running over and helped get her to a lounge chair.
	"Joe told me he wanted to come out in an obvious way today but I
don't think everybody knew about Eric either.  I hope they don't come after
us," Jon said.
	I turned to my son and bent over a little bit.  "Look we know how
the people who count feel about us, and I'm including Joe's parents.  The
others will come around in time or not.  That's the potential problem with
coming out.  But then, that's their problem, not ours, and not Eric's or
Joe's or the Werners.
	Mrs. Werner came over and whispered, "Don't worry, cousin Ian came
running to see what was happening and ran into her.  It wasn't her reaction
to you.  Though you could have warned me."  She pinched Jon's cheek and
headed toward the drink table.
	We moved closer but stayed on the fringe of the group huddling
around the recliner.
	"Eric, Joe, come over here please," said a weak woman's voice.
	"Yes, Aunt Celia," Eric said and I spotted Joe beside him.
	"You know you two could have told this old broad that you were gay
a little more subtly.  And you, Eric, could have done it a long time ago."
	"Well Joe didn't tell me what he was going to do, and as for me,"
Eric shrugged, "I was a little nervous how you would take it and I didn't
want to lose your love."
	"You thought your being gay would bother me?"
	Eric nodded.
	"Well the two of you remind me to tell you about my brother Eric,
the one you're named for, one day."
	"You mean it doesn't bother you, you approve?"  Joe asked with
obvious relief.
	"I'm sure you and that young man of yours will find a way to give
your parents grandchildren anyway.  Now Don get me something a little
stronger to drink than water and you two go get your boyfriends over here
and introduce me to them."
	We walked through the crowd and were introduced to the grande dame
of the Werner family.  When the introductions were finished she waved
everybody else away and the five of us talked and laughed.  When it was
obvious Aunt Celia was tiring we started to leave but Jon spoke.
	"Before we let Aunt Celia rest, I want to give you your birthday
present Joe.  I was going to wait until we were alone but somehow this
seems better."  He took the small box out of his pocket and opened it
before giving it to Joe.
	Joe gasped and took the ring out.
	"Read the inscription."
	"JS & JW Forever.  Oh Jon."  He started to cry as he put the ring
on his left hand and then showed it to his Aunt.
	"You've got a good one Joe, lets hope your Uncle and your
boyfriend's foster dad are as good together.
	"We're just getting to know each other again but I think there's
potential," Eric said.
	"Good, now you boys run along but I want to talk to you alone
Jonathan Sorrel a little later."
	"Yes, Aunt Celia, boy that sounds nice."
	
	The next couple of hours the four of us mingled with the rest of
the crowd and either because they were honest or because of Aunt Celia's
blessings we were treated warmly.  Around 4:00 Don Werner came over and
said she wanted to have that talk with Jon and he left.  Joe went over to
talk with some of his cousins and Eric and I went into the den alone.
	"Wow, what a way to be introduced to the family."
	"I hope you don't mind.  You don't know how much Aunt Celia's
blessing means to me.  She's been the matriarch of the family since before
I was born.  She's my Aunt and Joe's great-aunt."
	"Fantastic lady, I'm glad I met her."
	"Joe told me what happened after our date the other night."
	"Everything?"
	"Everything, well except what the two of them did after they went
upstairs."
	"I don't even know what they do, or want to.  Look, I want to get
this out on the table before we go further.  Jon and I do have sex.  If
you're uncomfortable with that fact then let's end it now because I don't
want to stop having sex with him and more importantly I don't think he
could cope with our stopping at this point."
	"Joe told me, and told me that he's comfortable with it.  He also
told me a lot about Jon's life and I understand what your saying.  To be
honest, normally I wouldn't be comfortable with it but I'm not prepared to
walk away from a second chance with you after all these years.  Plus I
think it would hurt Joe too much if I did.  Oh fuck the justifications, I
like you Stya Maskovitz and want to give us a chance at the happiness the
two boys have."
	"I want that too.  I love Jon more than anyone else and he will
always come first with me but there is plenty of room in my heart and life
for you.
	"You know the three of us leave tomorrow morning for two weeks at
my brother's cabin." I stopped, took a piece of paper from my wallet and
handed it to him.  "Here's the address and phone number of where we'll be
staying.  If you can get some time off give me a call and come on up."
	"You serious?"
	I moved over and kissed him.  "Does that answer your question?"
	Eric stood and walked over to the door.  "Don, can I see you a
second?"
	Don turned the cooking duties over to one of Joe's cousins and came
over.  "What is it Eric?"
	"I'm taking the next two weeks off.  I'll be at the cabin
chaperoning my nephew."
	"Just call in once a day to keep those characters of yours in line
and have a great time," Don turned to me, "Isn't it great when your brother
runs the company and your nephew is the owner's son-in-law?"
	Don turned and quickly left.  Eric's face was confused but
understanding finally set in.
	"Did he say what I think he said."
	"Only if you promise not to tell a soul."
	"I thought Joe was holding back something about Jon but I never
expected it was that.  Jonathan Sorrell is Lamont Sorrell's youngest son?"
	"The product of his second marriage."
	"Oh my God, that's what Aunt Celia wanted to talk to him about.  I
escorted her to that wedding.  My Uncle was dead already and she'd known
Robin Giladee since Robin was a little girl.  She must have seen his mother
in him.  We'd better go."
	I shook my head.  "No, I think Jon needs to learn about his mother.
He doesn't remember her at all and he can't talk to his father about her.
Their only contact is through me, more Jon's decision than Lamont's at this
point.  I think Aunt Celia will be able to tell him just what he needs to
hear and stop when he's had enough."
	"You're right, now what do I have to bring with me?"
	
				   *****

	Jon had been ecstatic on the way home and all that night.  Learning
about his mother and maternal grandparents from someone who'd known them
had given him such a high he was virtually useless as we finished packing
for our vacation.  Of course his first question had been why we were
bothering taking clothes in the first place.  I explained that not only
might we want to do something away from the cabin but that bug bites and
sunburn on certain parts of the anatomy could make love making rather
uncomfortable.
	Neither did I know how comfortable Joe would be being naked around
Eric.  Come to think of it I wasn't sure how I felt about it.  I mean the
cabin has three bedrooms and I didn't know where Eric planned on sleeping
or how Jon would feel if it ended up being with me.
	"Jon."
	"Yes, dad?"
	"You know Eric's coming with us?"
	"Yeah, it's really cool."
	"I'm glad you feel that way but what if Eric and I, you know."  I
couldn't believe I couldn't say the word.
	"If you end up in bed together and do the nasty?"
	The former boy slut and his last customer started laughing
hysterically.
	After a couple of minutes we finally settled down.  "Yes, what I
need to know is how you are going to feel if Eric and I have sex together?"
	"Are you planning on it?"
	I smiled and shrugged.  "I didn't really expect him to come up for
the whole time when I invited him and I don't know what he expects.  Or if
we'll even want to, but that's not the point right now.  I remember how you
reacted to my going out to dinner with him and I can't do that to you
again."
	Jon came over and knelt before me and took my cock out of my pants
and kissed it.  Then he looked right at it and started talking.
	"You can play with Uncle Eric if you want, but remember you belong
to me."  He kissed it and then kissed my chest over my heart.  "And you
belong to me."  He hugged me and kissed me on the lips.  "And you belong to
me as I belong to you.  If you can understand me and Joe I guess I can
learn to deal with you and Eric.  Just lock the door so neither one of us
walks in on you two."
	I kissed him back.  "I belong to you first and before anybody else.
Eric knows that and understands it.  I promise to double lock the door.
You two better do the same if you don't want us to come in either."
	"You never have."
	"That's me, I don't know about Eric.  Now lets finished packing and
get some sleep."
	"You want to start with sleep?"
	"I'll pack my cock so far into your ass I'll have to drive with you
on my lap tomorrow."
	"Can I steer?"
	"You always steer in bed my love," I said as I caressed his cock.
	"I meant the car."
	"What would Grandpa Sheriff say if you did something like that at
your age."
	"Don't do it where you'll get caught?"
	"Get the rest of your clothes."  I swatted at his rapidly departing
behind.

	Amazingly both Joe and Eric were ready when we got to their
respective homes.  Jon and Joe went into Eric's house and to help him with
his stuff and got in the back seat on their return.  Eric slipped in next
to me wearing a pair gym shorts and a Dennis Rodman basketball shirt.  It
was my first good look at his physique and it was still impressive.
	"Still the gym rat I see," I said as I gave him a quick kiss.  A
kiss that drew a pair of "ooooh"s from the back seat.
	Eric and I just shook our heads.  "Not heavy anymore, just three or
four days of weight work and some running the other days.  Still can wear
my college wrestling singlet."
	"I'd hate to know what you call heavy, if we didn't have our own
exercise equipment I don't know if I'd get anything done."
	"Oh, I know one muscle Stya has that's really strong," Jon said.
	"Now cut that out," I said.
	The rest of the ride Eric and I caught each other up on what we'd
been up to since high school.  I had the feeling we covered some of this on
our first date but I didn't remember.  For the most part the boys were
quiet, I guess enjoying learning more about both of us.  I realized that I
knew more about Jon than he did about me.  Unless my parents had squealed.

	When we got to the cabin Eric put his stuff in the third bedroom,
which both disappointed me and took a weight off my shoulders.  I guess he
saw the expression on my face because he took me in his arms and kissed me.
Breaking he whispered in my ear.
	"I don't want you to think I'm easy.  Besides, I don't know how the
boys would feel about us staying together."
	"I talked to Jon and he's trying to understand, but I think your
right.  But you are welcome to visit."
	"Sex fiend."
	Before I could respond Jon called for me to come into the kitchen.
On the refrigerator door I found a note from my brother dated the Sunday
before.
	"Hi, Sty;
	Hope you, Jon and Joe have a great two weeks and that the weather
stays as nice as its been this past week.  Everything's clean and in
working order and I hope it stays that way, though with two teenage boys I
don't know how it will.
	One last thing, don't leave any food outside.  I've spotted some
kind of animal lurking around and any food we've left unguarded for even
ten minutes has disappeared.
	Rachael's yelling for me to come on and she and your nephews and
niece say hello and want to see you two again soon.
	Enjoy,
	Your older brother.
	Boris"

	"What kind of animals are up here?"  Joe asked before the others
could.
	"We've seen deer, squirrel, but the only scavenger I can think of
would be raccoon and that's not their usual behavior.  Just keep an eye out
and don't leave any food out on the deck.  If you've got leftovers you can
throw it over the side but we don't want anything up here if we can help
it.  Understand?"
	"Yes dad.  We've got everything put away, can Joe and I go for a
walk?"
	I looked at the three bags of food still on the kitchen table and
nodded.  "I'll teach you what 'everything' means later but go on.  Stay
close though, try to keep the cabin in sight."
	The two ran out without answering.
	"Their clothes off yet?" Eric asked.
	"No, but they're in deep lip lock.  Then they'll go looking for
someplace private.  Don't worry, I know most of those."
	I turned to start putting the groceries away but felt a strong pair
of arms around my waist.  I turned and put mine around his.  He lifted one
hand and pulled my mouth to his.
	"That sounds like a great plan," he said right before his lips
locked onto mine.  My hands slipped under his shirt and explored his firm
back as our tongues explored each other's mouths.  When I felt his hands
slip under my waistband I returned the favor to find nothing but a
beautiful bubble butt.
	I reluctantly pulled my lips from his.  "I don't do floors if I can
help it."
	"Getting old, but I know a nice king size bed down the hall."
	We held hands as we walked down the short hall to my bedroom.  We
each took one side of the bed and stripped in unison.  Once naked and on
the bed we took our time slowly exploring each others bodies with our hands
and mouths.  Eric has a very light coating of fine blonde hair on his chest
and arms, only a little heavier on his legs.  It was easy to trace the
definition of his well muscled body and I willingly followed where his
touch led me.
	To the point where I was facing his cock.  His seven inch, thick,
circumcised cock.  Without waiting or being told my tongue snuck out and
started licking its way along the outside and down towards his throbbing
balls.  As I took first one and then the other into my mouth Eric did the
same to me.  Wordlessly we had discovered a rhythm that only heightened my
ecstasy.
	When I sensed him leaving my balls I released his and quickly
licked my way back to his tip.  I expertly licked his precum away and
slowly let my lips work their way down his penis.  When my lips were
sniffing his pubic hair and his cock head rested down my throat I paused to
catch my breath.
	And think for a second.  There's a difference between a teen's
prick and a man's.  Even if it's as experienced as Jon's.  I felt and
tasted that difference and realized that Eric was the first adult I'd had
sex with since I'd met Jon in early March, that I was having sex with a
man, with anybody besides Jon actually.  Was it really just five months?
	Eric didn't say a word, just ran his fingers through my hair.  I
composed myself, licked around his shaft and started sucking on it.  His
manhood swelled in my mouth and I couldn't take the whole thing in my
throat.  I massaged his balls as he fondled mine.
	"Oh yeah, Stya, work my cock.  Oh yeah, that feels so good," Eric
moaned as his hands made sure my head kept moving up and down his shaft.  I
tried to slow the pace, make it last but Eric was having none of it.
	"It's getting close, oh shit, oh shit, I'm cumming."  With that he
emptied his load into my mouth and I emptied mine onto the sheets.
	I sucked him dry and licked him clean.
	"Tonight, I get to drink," Eric said.
	"Sounds good to me."  We stayed in each others arms while we
recovered and then reluctantly got dressed and just finished putting the
groceries away when the boys returned.  Their clothes weren't quite as neat
and clean as when they'd left, but then they had been in the woods.
	After pulling two sodas out of the fridge and giving one to Joe Jon
turned to me.  "Dad, we think we saw that animal but we couldn't figure out
what it was."
	"Where were you?" I asked.
	"We headed down toward the lake and heard something to the side.
We turned and I saw its eyes for a second before it scurried away.  We
didn't move for a few minutes but when it didn't return we moved on."
	"Jon, Joe, this is a wild animal out there.  Not some lost pet.
Don't try and make friends with it.  Do you understand me or do we go home
now?"  I said in my most father knows best voice.
	"We'll stay clear of it.  We get the picture," Joe said.
	"Good, now go wash up and get the dirt off your clothes.  We're
going into town for supper."

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

	The next few days we relaxed around the cabin.  We took short walks
in the woods and down to the lake but never spotted the scavenger.
	Wednesday afternoon the boys took a swim in the lake while Eric and
I read on the deck.  We had spotted a new restaurant in town and decided to
give it a try.  Though how good a Thai restaurant could be out here we
weren't sure.  When the boys returned they first took their wet shirts off
and draped them over the bannister and then put their bathing suits next to
them.  Facing into the woods they stretched and shook their smooth butts in
unison.  I glanced over at Eric and sensed an embarrassed turn on.
	"Enough boys, shows over," I said.
	Joe and Jon turned around and faced us.  "Oh hi, we didn't realize
you were here," Jon said.
	"We'll go in and get dressed for supper now," Joe added.
	Jon bent down and kissed me before he went in.  Joe kissed Eric,
but without Jon's sensuousness.
	"Are they always like that?"  Eric asked.
	"No, at least not in front of me usually.  I have a feeling they
just wanted to see our reaction.  You know about me and Jon and there's a
part of Joe that wants to have sex with me too.  And I have no idea how he
feels about you."
	Eric leaned back and closed his eyes and groaned.  "I'll handle
that when I have to."
	"The word handle might not be the best choice."
	He threw his book at me.

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

	"Stya, my bathing suit and shirt's missing," Joe said as he came
back in from the deck the next morning as I made breakfast.
	"Did you check on the ground under the deck?"
	"Yes, I couldn't find either one there or anywhere around the
house."
	"How about Jon's clothes?"
	"On the railing, but I think they were a little messed up.  Not
sure though."
	I turned down the heat and went back out with Joe.  We looked
around again and didn't spot a thing.  I looked for strange tracks but we'd
messed the dirt up so much I couldn't tell one set of footprints from
another.
	"You've got another suit, we'll just have to make sure not to leave
anything outside.  This scavenger will take anything I guess."
	"Do raccoons eat clothes?"  Joe asked.
	"Don't think so but they like to collect things and maybe they use
it for nests."  I ruffled his hair.  "Come on, if we don't get back inside
breakfast will be ruined."
	Joe took a last look around and we went back in.
	Over breakfast Joe told Eric and Jon about the missing clothes.
	"You know, I got up to go to the john right after dawn and thought
I heard something moving on the deck but didn't think anything of it."
Eric said.
	Jon stood and looked out the window.  "Did you touch my stuff,
Joe?"
	We both said no.
	"Something did, we both made a point of being super neat to prolong
the show."
	"We noticed," Eric said, "but this is getting spooky.  I can buy an
animal taking the clothes for nesting material but not being choosy."
	"Hey, that was my favorite bathing suit, Uncle Eric."  Which
cracked everybody up.
	At lunch we decided to leave some food outside for the animal but
we wet down the deck to try and get its paw prints.  When we got back from
the lake the boys crept up the stairs to see if it was there but sprinted
as soon as they hit the top.  When Eric and I heard shouting and scuffling
we ran up the stairs.  I prayed nobody needed rabies shots.
	The sight at the top of the deck stopped me cold.  I had expected
two boys and some kind of animal.  Instead there were three boys.  Jon, Joe
and a dark complexioned boy of about twelve with long black hair.
	"Antonio!  What are you doing here?"  Eric said from behind me.
	At the sound of his name the boy stopped struggling and stared as
Eric came towards him.
	"Mr. Werner?"
	"Yes, how did you get here?  It's fifty miles from where your
father said you were camping.  We searched the woods there for a week."
	"Should I call the police, Eric?"
	"No," the boy screamed and started struggling again.
	"OK, no police Antonio.  Are you OK?  Sick or hurt?"
	The boy shook his head and his eyes followed Eric as he came
closer.  Eric knelt in front of the boy but made no move to touch him.
	"Are you ready to have that talk now?  I told you you could trust
me and you can trust my friends."
	Antonio shook his head and stared at the ground.  Jon looked over
at Eric, touched his back and whispered, "Like me?"
	Eric nodded and mouthed, "I think so," and shrugged.
	Jon let go of Antonio.  "Joe, let him go."
	"You sure?"
	"You promise not to run, my friend?"
	The scared youngster appeared startled by the word and after a
pause nodded.
	"I want to show you something, and if you recognize it will you
talk to us?"
	"I'm sorry I took the clothes but mine were so dirty."
	"We don't care about the clothes or the food," Jon said.  He took
his shirt off and turned his back to the boy and knelt.  Eric gasped, he'd
never really taken a good look at the scars and welts that permanently
marked my love's back.
	"Does that look familiar, Antonio?  You can touch if you want."
	Slowly the boy's hand reached out and traced several of the marks,
tears started streaming down his face.  "You too, you too?"
	Jon turned and took the boy into his arms, he was crying as well.
"Me too.  Like you, I thought I was alone, the only one but I was wrong.
And I escaped and I promise if you tell what happened you'll never have to
go back to that bastard again."
	"That's not your father?"  Antonio pointed at me.
	"Foster father, he's never hurt me, he's given me my life back and
there's somebody out there for you too."
	Eric reached for hand.  Antonio jumped at first but when Eric left
his hand out he cautiously, very cautiously took it.
	"I showed you my back can we see yours?"  Jon asked.
	Antonio nodded and gingerly slipped Joe's shirt off his shoulders
and was left standing in just Joe's swim trunks.  I tried to recall the
search Eric had mentioned and realized it had been the first week of July
that Antonio's picture had been splashed across the TV screens and the
whole tri-state area kept watch and then mourned when the search was over
and his crying parents thanked everybody for their help and support.  As
Antonio moved I could see how supportive his parents had been.  There were
marks on every inch of his torso, front and back.  Some of the fading
bruises and signs of malnutrition I couldn't tell if they were from before
or after he'd been dumped but were surely part of it.
	"What happened Antonio?  How did you get here?"  Eric asked.
	"The Sunday after school ended we went on vacation.  My father, two
older brothers and me.  I should have know something was up when mom didn't
get into the car but it was too late by then.  As soon as we were on the
highway my brothers stripped me and started hitting me.  The cabin we were
staying in had a little shed in the back and they kept me chained in there
for three days except when they gave me trunks and took me to the lake."
	"Probably just providing evidence you were there," I said.
	Antonio shrugged before continuing.  "After the last trip to the
lake they brought me into the cabin and after I took my suit off they tied
my hands together so I was hanging from a beam.  They spanked me, whipped
me with whatever they could find."
	"Didn't anybody hear you?"  Joe asked.
	"I had learned that screaming only made it worse so I didn't.  The
next morning they let me down and threw me in the trunk of the car and
drove me someplace near here and dumped me."
	"Why didn't you ask somebody for help?  You saw somebody with
children was here for a couple of weeks."  I asked.
	"I believed they wouldn't believe me and send me back to my family
who would kill me.  I couldn't trust no one."
	Jon took Antonio back into his arms and whispered into the boy's
ears.  I couldn't hear what he said but then no matter how much Jon's told
me about his life I guess I can never understand it fully or really know
what it feels to be treated like that by your own family.  Nor, to be
honest, do I really want to.
	"Joe, Jon, take Antonio inside and give him a proper meal and then
get him cleaned up," Eric said.
	"Sure, Uncle."
	Joe guided the two abuse victims into the house and it was a couple
of minutes before we heard the fridge door open.  At that point something
happened in the kitchen because suddenly they sounded like three little
boys again.
	"How did you get involved with the boy?"  I asked Eric.
	"Believe it or not, he was my paperboy.  Took over his big
brother's route.  Always thought something wasn't right but I couldn't get
him to talk," Eric paused and seemed deep in thought.  "Can you get your
father on your cell phone from up here?"  Eric asked.
	"This isn't his jurisdiction."
	"Neither is Millburn, and it isn't even the same state as where we
were told he was abandoned.  But your father is a respected Sheriff and
probably knows Sheriff Daniel Cody and whoever's in charge here."
	I nodded and headed around to the car and made the phone call.  I
think dad was glad he had a potential high profile child abuser to throttle
since he hadn't been able to do anything to Lamont Sorrel or Jonathan's
brothers.  An hour later Jon came out of the kitchen to tell me that
Grandpa was on the line and wanted to talk to me.  "Did you call him?"  He
whispered.
	I nodded.  "Had to son, it's the only way we can help Antonio get
his life back.  You know how much he helped us."
	"No, you're right and when I explain things to Ton Ton he'll
understand.  But we're not going to abandon him are we?"
	"Of course not.  'Ton Ton?'"
	"It's a nickname he likes, Antonio is what his parents call him.
Now come on, Grandpa's waiting."
	The following morning my father, Sheriff Cody, local Sheriff Erik
Asman, Sheriff Justin Adams of Essex County and Millburn Police Chief
George Schroeter arrived around ten.  It took about two hours to tell our
stories.  The lawmen went out on the deck to talk while we prepared lunch.
After we ate my father asked the boys to go inside.
	"Grandpa," Jon said.
	"Go, Jonathan.  Look, I know how you relate to Ton Ton, but we'll
do what's right.  I promise."
	Jon gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and led the other boys
inside.
	Once they were inside, Sheriff Cody and Sheriff Adams of Essex
County filled Eric and I in on their plans.  One element we agreed to was
that the boy would stay with us for another couple of days or until things
had been finished back in Millburn.
	"Sheriff Adams, Chief Schroeter, I'm willing to take care of Ton
Ton for as long as it takes," Eric said.  "I know I'm not a prime candidate
to be his foster parent but I want you to know that if he needs me I'm
available."
	"I appreciate that Mr. Werner and we'll be in touch.  Now I think
the five of us have work to do, and I for one can't wait to get back and
start things rolling."
	We called the boys back out and told them that Ton Ton was going to
be staying with us for a couple of days while the police cleaned things up.
	"My father, mother and brothers go to jail?"
	"Probably son," my father answered.
	A sea of emotions washed over the little boy's face and Jon and Joe
took him inside.  I walked my father back to the car and he gave me a hug.
"Just tell my grandson that I'm very proud of him.  Not every kid who's
gone through what he has can reach out to another victim.  And I'm proud of
you too son.  You've done a hell of a job with Jon."
	"Thanks, dad, I've never been happier."
	Without either of us saying a word Eric moved back to the third
bedroom that night and I was left alone as the three boys slept together.
Jon even took one of my tee-shirts to use as a nightgown.  Looking at the
crowd around the breakfast table the next morning I thought Ton Ton was the
only one who'd gotten a good night's sleep.  We went into town and bought
our new guest some new clothes that both fit and were in for a kid his age.
According to him even his underwear had been hand me downs.
	Back at the cabin I looked at Joe and Jon and knew they needed
something and whispered to Eric that he might want to take Ton Ton swimming
or for a walk, just the two of them.  He looked puzzled but when I nodded
at the two older boys he understood.
	When they were gone I walked over to my son and his lover and took
them in my arms, one on each shoulder.  Their body's were at once limp and
full of tension.
	"Let it out boys, let it out, it's OK."
	Tears streamed down both their faces immediately and mine weren't
far behind.  Joe started whispering "how, how" over and over again..
	"How what?" I asked.
	"How could anybody, much less a father, do such a thing?  How can
anybody not notice and say or do nothing?
	Through my other arm I could feel the anger boiling up through Jon
and started to kiss his forehead but it broke through.
	"How could they do something like that?  How could they fucking do
something like that?  Because those fucking bastards don't think of Ton Ton
as a human being.  He's just a fucking dog to them to be used even worse
than they'd use their dogs.  You're angry, hit Jon.  You want something and
mom or dad wont give it to you, rape Jon.  Nothing else to do, rape and
beat Fido.  Those fucking bastards didn't need a reason for doing it, they
just wanted to and could do it so they did.  What else was Fido good for?
You can't understand, you can't, I can't, I can't.  No matter what I did
for them it didn't matter.  I tried being a good little brother and not
complaining to daddy about the games they were playing with me and hurt me.
I tried, I tried.  What did I do to deserve being beaten and raped?  Tell
me please?"
	At that point he completely broke down and became hysterical.
	"Stya, I'm sorry."
	I turned to Joe and shook my head and whispered, "He'll be fine.
You asked the right question and it opened doors he was keeping closed and
right now the devil is finally leaving him."
	"Should I go?"
	"No Joe, he needs us, both of us," I replied as I held the crying
boy who was my son in my arms.  And asked the same question that Joe had
asked.  'How?'"

	I sat on the deck and lifted my son onto my lap and cradled him in
my arms, stroking his hair and whispering calming nothings into his ear as
Joe held a limp hand.  It was hard keeping calm when anger and hatred were
rushing through my soul.  For the first time in a long time I wondered if
my father and I had done the right thing in letting Jon's brothers off the
legal hook for the atrocities committed against their young, innocent
half-brother.  But then the two who were truly responsible had been exiled
to Arab countries where pederasty was a capital offense.  The third was
facing the hell he'd made of his life.  Jon's step-mother had been exiled
too in a way.  Lamont sent her to live in their New York condo and she only
returned to Longston when he needed her presence.  Lamont's world shattered
as well.  He had to face failure in something that should have mattered a
lot more than it had.
	But the only Sorrel who really mattered was slowly settling down in
my lap.  He finally took his face out of my tear soaked shirt and looked at
me and Joe.  Back and forth.  At first I couldn't place the expression on
his face.  Then it hit me, amazement.  I leaned down and kissed him on the
cheek.
	"You stayed, you both stayed," he said in awe.  "I thought I was
imagining you were still here and I was alone again."
	"Jonathan, my son, you will never be alone again."
	"Never, we will never desert you," Joe whispered and Jon started
crying again.
	This time he cried himself to sleep and I carried him into my room
and put him on the bed.  Joe and I each pulled up a chair on opposite sides
of the bed so Jon would see one of us when he woke up.
	Someplace along the line, God knows I don't know how long this
took, Eric and Ton Ton returned.  Eric offered to relieve either one of us
and we accepted just long enough to hit the john and grab a soda.  We
filled him in on what had happened and sent him out to stay with the other
victim.
	Ton Ton brought us supper and stayed staring at Jon for a while.  I
reached out and took his hand.
	"Mr. Werner, Eric, told me what you told him.  I'm sorry if I
brought Jon pain."
	"It may be too early for you to understand, Ton, but he needed to
get the feelings out."
	"Feelings?"
	I saw Joe turning towards me and motioned him over.  "Look, Ton,
did you ever wonder why you were getting hit?"
	"My father said it was because I was bad.  'Devil spawn' he called
me."
	"So it was your fault that he and your brothers did this to you?"
	"Momma too."  He realized he hadn't answered the question.  "I
don't know, they told me I deserved it and I believed them.  Are you saying
they lied to me."
	"Did you deserve this?"  Joe asked.  "To be beaten and thrown away
like a piece of garbage?  Nobody deserves to be treated like you and Jon
were treated."
	"No, we didn't and, no, we don't," said a groggy voice from the
bed.  The three of us turned and saw Jon awake and propping himself up on
one elbow.
	I hurried over and took him in my arms.  "You feeling better, son?"
	A shrug.  "Something to drink please."
	"I'll get it," Ton Ton said and ran out.
	Joe sat on the other side of the bed and we sat in silence until
Eric and Ton Ton reentered the room.  Jon took a slow, long drink from the
glass.
	When he was finished he put the cup down on the table and looked at
the four of us as he finished sitting up.  He looked haggard and still half
out of it but back in control.  I offered him my plate but he shook his
head.  "More soda?"
	He started to nod but then shook his head.  "I don't want any of
you leaving here yet.  I'm still trying to believe that you're all still
here.  For the first time I have a real family.  I mean Stya, I knew you
loved me, and that Joe, you loved me but that was because I was always
good, but I was afraid if something bad happened that you'd desert me."
	"Your dad and boyfriend both love you, Jon; they would never leave
you.  I will also be your friend if you will be mine."
	"Of course I'll be your friend, Ton Ton, and thanks, Uncle Eric.
But Ton Ton, we must never forget that what they did to us was not our
fault.  I think I know that now, but it is a hard lesson."
	Ton Ton climbed up on the bed and leaned his head on Jon's chest.
"I know, but I try and learn it."
	Supper grew cold, stomachs rumbled but somehow we all stayed
together in that room and slept together that night.

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

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

To be continued...