Date: Thu, 1 Apr 1999 00:29:11 -0500
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Mall Punk 17

Welcome back to Longston, NJ.  This work of fiction contains scenes of gay
sex between consenting teens.  You know the rest of the routine.  Read and
enjoy.  All comments are welcome at sidg@compuserve.com. 

Mall Punk: Part 17
Library, School, Party

	About a month after school started I returned home, still sounds
cool to say that, and after pulling a can of soda out of the refrigerator I
walked to the answering machine.  Stya usually leaves me a message of
things he wants done when I get home from school.  It normally starts
'before you start your homework pull something out for supper and after you
finish your homework do some laundry,' or something along that line.
	This time I saw there were three new messages waiting.  As I
unbuttoned my shirt I hit the play button.
	"Son, it's Stya, call me before you listen to any other messages."
I pounded the stop button, picked up the phone and hit the speed dial and
then his extension as soon as the first sound of the greeting came over the
line.
	"Mr. Maskovitz's office," Margaret Stohlmayer said.
	"Margaret, it's Jon, my Dad called."
	"Oh yes, one second." I paced in a tight circle as I waited.
	"Jon," Stya said.
	"Dad, is everything all right?  Are you OK?"  Stya chuckled and I
relaxed a little.  "What's up Dad?  Please."
	"You're going to have to miss a couple days of school next week,
that's all."
	He never let me cut.  "Why?"
	"You, Gary and I have to take a business trip.  To Boulder,
Colorado to make a formal presentation on your library."
	"What?  Your kidding.  Fantastic.  What does this mean?"
	"Settle down, this is the semifinal round.  We're one of five teams
they've invited out there to make presentations.  Gary Black's already
working on the scale model we'll need."
	"I can't believe it, I can't fucking believe it.  I never dreamed,"
I started crying.  I just couldn't believe that they like my work that
much.
	"You did it son, I'm so proud of you," Stya said, and I cried
harder.
	"Pull yourself together, get your homework done and I'll pick you
up for supper.  We're all going out to celebrate."
	"Sorry, I just never thought," I started to say as I wiped my eyes.
	"I know son, but you can listen to the rest of the messages now.  I
love you so much."
	"I love you to Dad, see you later."  I hung up, finished drying my
eyes and went to hit the play button again.  There were still three new
messages waiting for me.
	  The first was from Harry Lowell, my Dad's partner, congratulating
me.  The second was from Don Werner, Joe's father.  He congratulated me and
said he was glad his son was in love with a boy talented enough to keep him
living in the style that he was rapidly becoming accustomed too.  Also that
he'd let me tell Joe.
	The third call totally threw me for a loop.
	"Son, it's your father, I mean Lamont, oh shit I don't know what
you want me to call myself.  But forget that, Stya just called and told Don
Werner and me.  I just want to say how proud I am of you and what you've
accomplished.  Keep up the good work son.  I love you.  Bye."
	The message ended and I hit the replay button and listened to my
biological father's voice two more times.  Mixed feelings tore through me.
I glowed in his praise, but hated him too.  Not for calling me son, after
all I was.  But because he had never treated me like one, shit I hadn't
even been a blip on his radar screen.
	I took a deep breath and let it out.  "I'm not going to let him
bring me down," I said to the empty room and smiled.  I finally hit the
play button to listen to the last message.
	"Hi Stya and Jon, its Ton Ton.  Guess where I'm living now?  Give
up?  I'm back with Eric, hopefully for good.  It wasn't working with my
aunt and cousins and I missed my friends so we all talked and Eric agreed
to give it a chance.  Here, Eric wants to say something, but first I just
want to say I'm so excited and happy, bye."
	"Hi, it's Eric now, calm down Ton, it's my turn.  Yes, I did it.  I
admit I missed him after he moved out, and when they called me I thought
about the happiness you two have and decided to give it a shot.  I
understand we're all having supper tonight at Danny's Ribs.  See you then;
hope to have time to talk.  Got to go, I've got to help Ton Ton with his
homework.  Bye."
	I started to reach for the phone, deciding whether to call Eric or
Stya first, when the doorbell rang.  I ran over and let Joe in.  We hugged
and kissed like it'd been days since we'd seen each other instead of an
hour or so.
	"Ask me what's new," I said.
	"What's new?"
	"Nothing much."
	Joe started tickling me under the arms.  "Answer or I'll tickle you
to death," he said in his best German accent.
	"Your uncle's a daddy and my library made it to the second round."
	"What?" he stopped tickling me, "explain that please."
	Instead of answering I pulled him on top of me and I slid my hands
inside his pants and cupped his round cheeks in my hands.  Joe matched my
move and I felt his fingers slipping inside my crack.  I ground my groin
into his and felt him come to full erection.
	"Tell me you fuck," he said.
	"Or what?  You'll stick that big cock up my ass."
	"No, I won't stick it up there."
	I moved one hand around to his front and started massaging Joe's
rod, feeling the precum start to leak.  I wiped it up with my finger,
withdrew my hand and slowly sucked on it.
	"I guess I can wait," Joe moaned as he slowly lowered my pants,
from the inside.  I unbuttoned his shirt, starting to chew on his nipples
as they became accessible.  The windows were covered so I took Joe to the
floor and slowly pulled his pants off.  "I don't want to wait to long."
	Neither did I.  With a well practiced talent I swallowed his
throbbing cock quickly and smoothly and started sucking on it.  After
nearly a year I can read his body.  I can tell exactly when he's five
seconds from the point of no return.  And stop him from reaching it.
	The third time I stopped I pulled completely off and we kissed.
	A long, deep, passionate kiss.  A kiss only two people who truly
love each other can exchange.
	"Fuck you," Joe said, "I want to fuck my lover's ass."
	"Yeah."
	I moved on top of him and slowly guided his prick into my hole,
feeling it grow inside me, even after I felt his pubic hair on my cheeks.
Slowly I raised and lowered my legs as I stroked my cock.
	After ten minutes I lifted off him and rolled onto my stomach, and
Joe quickly reinserted his cock.  He was in charge now and he kept at a
slow, steady pace for a long time before he screamed and filled me with his
seed.
	Joe slowly pulled out and rolled off of me.  I turned over and put
my arm over his.  "You know, we've got to talk to our fathers about having
the company invest in a biotech company that can find a way for us to have
our own child one day," Joe said as he took my cock in his hand.
	"Be worth a fortune, all the gay couples out there who want a child
that's truly their own."
	"Yeah, now you were going to tell me something," Joe said and
released my cock.
	"Keep stroking," he resumed, "Ton Ton's moved back in with Eric,
probably for good if everything works out.  It wasn't working with his
Aunt, and Ton wanted to go to his old school."
	"That's so cool, I've missed the little kid."
	I took Joe's head in my hand and lowered it onto my thick, leaking
cock and immediately filled his mouth with boy cum.  When he was finished
swallowing I filled him in on what was happening with my library and the
dinner that night.

	The dinner was great.
	The rest of the week was chaos.  I went from school to the office
and worked with Gary on the model.  It was the first time I'd seen any of
my designs in three dimensions, it was so cool.  Then came Friday morning
at school.  Stya gave me a note to drop off at the office about my upcoming
absence.  I dropped it off on my way to home room and didn't give it
another thought.
	I got reminded when Joe and I walked into architecture at the end
of the day.
	"Well, well Mr. Sorrel, I hear you're going to be missing a few
days next week," Mr. Zephyr, our teacher, said.
	"Yes sir, my father has a business meeting out in Colorado and
wants me to come along.  I should be back on Thursday."
	"Yes I know.  He's an architect, isn't he?"
	"Yes, he's a partner in a firm here in town.  They're up for a
contract for a university library and they're making their presentation to
the committee next week ."
	"Very good, just one thing though.  I've been watching you work,
and while you are the best student in this class I believe you've been
holding back."
	"No, I don't understand sir," I said.  Part of me wanted to grab
Joe's hand but he had slid away and into his chair, leaving me at the door
in the front of the room.
	Mr. Zephyr turned to one of the other students, teacher's pet
really.  "Carl, put that drawing up on the screen please," Mr. Zephyr said.
	The room darkened slightly and as a drawing appeared my stomach
dropped.
	"I found this in your computer file the other day Jon.  I don't
recall assigning this to you or receiving anything like this from you."
	I coughed, "I was just fooling around sir.  I'd finished the day's
assignment and was trying something out.  I'm sorry, it won't happen
again."
	"It had better happen again, this is some of the most advanced work
I have ever seen from a high school student in this, or any other school."
	"Thank you sir.  I appreciate that."
	"Your welcome Jon, now for the rest of the class please discuss
this drawing.  Carl can focus on any part you want."
	"Start with the bedroom, that's his favorite room," came a boy's
voice from across the room.
	"Yeah, little faggot sure seen enough of them," came another from
the same direction.
	"Lights on Carl," Mr. Zephyr snapped.  "Whoever said those things
stand up now."
	Chairs moved to the side and I spotted two guys starting to stand
up and I tried identifying them, but couldn't.  What the fuck was I going
to do?  What was Mr. Zephyr going to do?
	"Well, well.  Mr. Norton and Mr. Alea, what is the meaning of
this?"
	"We don't want his kind in our school, Norton said."
	"And what kind is that?" I found myself asking.
	"A faggot whore who hangs around the mall picking up tricks.
That's what kind," Norton said.
	"I'm glad I don't have gym with you, I'd be scared to take a
shower," Alea said.
	I took a deep breath and decided to go for broke.  "You're right, I
am gay, but you don't have to worry girly, you've got nothing I want."
	"The three of you, that's quite enough," Mr. Zephyr began.  But he
was too late, Alea was coming over the desks.  One of the desks was Joe's,
and he rammed his fist into the bigger boy's balls.
	Any other time it would have been funny to watch the instantaneous
change from charging bull to whimpering baby lying half on and half off the
desks.
	"Jon, Joe, go to my office now.  Conrad, drag your friend down to
the nurse's office and wait for me, now.  The rest of you, class is over,
remain here until the final bell.  But I urge you to think before spreading
what happened here around campus," Mr. Zephyr said.
	Conrad half dragged his cohort out and then Joe and I started to
leave the room.
	"Jon, wait please.  Mr. Zephyr, can I ask Jon a question?"  I
turned and it was Betty Collins and my heart sank.  I'd been putting her
off about an article for the school's paper and the last of my luck left
when I saw her.
	He turned to me, "it's up to you Jon."
	I nodded.  "What Betty?" I asked.
	"Is it true?"
	"What?  Am I gay?  Yes I am."
	"About being a whore?"
	"Miss Collins, that will be quite enough.  One more word out of you
and you'll be in the office and off the paper," Mr. Zephyr said.
	Thoughts ran through my head and I looked over at Joe and mouthed,
"what do I do?"
	Joe stood up and walked over to me.  Took my hand.  "Tell the
truth."
	"Mr. Zephyr, can I answer the question?  This is going to get out
and I might as well get my side in before it looks I'm staying out of
school to avoid the charge."
	"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mr. Zephyr asked.
	"This isn't the way I wanted it to come out but it's out, or I'm
outed, so might as well tackle it head on."
	"The floor is yours."
	I squeezed Joe's hand and took a deep breath.  "Yes I'm gay.  But
Conrad was only half right, I was a whore at the mall, but not any more.
Not since my foster father took me in.  You see until November 8th of last
year, my fourteenth birthday, I was a prisoner in my own home.  Rarely let
out of my room, and then usually for sex sessions with my older
stepbrothers and their friends.  I was physically and sexually abused for
about ten years.  My father and stepmother didn't care."
	"You're just making that up," came a voice.
	I ripped my tie off and started pulling my shirt out.  "Come up
here.  Take a look at my back, touch it, and then tell me I'm lying."
	A boy I didn't really recognize came up from the rear of the class.
I lifted the back of my shirt and turned my back to him.  "Take a good
look, touch the scars," I said.
	Moments later I felt tentative fingers tracing a particularly long
one and then move over to others.
	"I'm sorry Jon, I just didn't think things like this happened in
towns like this.  Only poor people beat and fucked their kids."
	I felt tears on my cheeks, was that how they got away with it?
Rich people, good white families didn't do that kind of thing.  I turned
back around and looked into his face.
	"No problem, I guess most parents want their kids thinking they
live in a safe little world, but we don't."  I tucked my shirt back in
while he sat back down.
	"My only contact with the outside world was through television.
They bought me computers and educational software.  I never held a pencil
in my hand before this spring.  As I said I escaped on my birthday and made
my way to the mall.  I lived there for four months.  There were a lot of
kids."
	"Like me," Joe said.
	"Who let me crash with them from time-to-time and I had sex with
some of them."
	"Like me," Joe said.
	"There were also men who paid me for sex.  It's how I got enough
money to eat and buy what I needed."
	"How did it make you feel?" Betty asked.
	"As I said, I'd spent ten years being used as a sex slave.  Finally
I could pick my partners, and get paid for it.  Even a thank you
occasionally, and believe me I appreciated it.  It took my foster father,
Joe, and other friends and family to make me understand I was good for
something besides a sex.  But since I met my father back in March I haven't
turned one trick and have no desire to do it again."
	"Besides, if he does his boyfriend will be very, very, mad at him,"
Joe said, then leaned over and kissed my cheek.
	"And I don't want that," and kissed his.  "Any more questions?"
	"Joe, is your story like Jon's?" somebody asked.
	"No, mine is the typical Longston upbringing.  I'm just gay and
have been since I learned that my penis had a couple of different uses."
	The class, including Mr. Zephyr, laughed.
	"Class, wait here until the final bell.  But I want to ask you to
think and be careful about what you say about what's happened today.  You
all know the school's policy on sexual harassment and the school will
enforce it swiftly and without exception.  Miss Collins, I especially ask
you to be judicious about anything you write.
	"Yes sir.  Jon, when are you leaving?"
	"Sunday evening, and yes you can call me."
	"You're giving a girl permission to call?" Joe asked in mock
surprise.
	I slipped my arm around his waist, "no call to get jealous
boyfriend."
	"Jon, Joe, not in class please.  Could you wait for me in my
office, I'll be there shortly," Mr. Zephyr said.

	We almost ran down the corridor to his office and quickly closed
the door behind us.  Like most of the teachers' offices the top of the
corridor wall was glass but Mr. Zephyr had installed curtains which Joe
quickly lowered.
	"Hold me," I said, and he did.
	We held each other silently for a minute and then I looked into his
eyes.
	"Did that really just happen?  Did you really?"
	"Oh yeah, it really happened, and you know what?"
	"What?"
	"I'm happy," Joe said.  "Hiding the fact that I was gay, that
you're my boyfriend was driving me nuts.  Now we can walk down the halls
like any other couple."
	"I've got to sit," I said.
	"You OK?"
	I nodded as I sank into a chair.  I looked around and saw a gallon
jug of water on the desk and pointed.  Joe found a couple of cups and we
each took a glass, not even thinking if Mr. Zephyr would object.  After a
couple of minutes I finally felt normal again, almost.
	"Joe, I knew this would happen sooner or later, almost surprised it
took this long.  But are you really OK with it?  You didn't have to come
out."
	"My dad and I talked about this before school started.  I told him
how much I really loved you, how we met, and what you'd done to stay
alive."
	"What he say?"
	"First he pressed me for more details from before you ran away.
Then I had to talk him out of either quitting or killing Lamont.  Finally
he told me the facts of life.  That eventually something like this would
happen to you and to do what I felt was right.  If that meant telling the
world I was gay that was fine with him and mom," Joe said.
	I stood up and walked over to Joe.  He stood up, our arms snaked
around each other and we kissed.  We stood like that until the bell rang.
	Fortunately we broke right before Mr. Zephyr walked in with
Dr. Gilead and Mr. Halsey.
	"You two all right?" Dr. Gilead asked.
	"Yes sir," I said and Joe nodded.  "I'm sorry about this, really
didn't expect this to happen this way.  Hoping it wouldn't actually."
	"I can understand that.  It might have been nice if you or your
foster father had mentioned these little details."
	"Roland, let's be real," Mr. Halsey said.
	Dr. Gilead nodded, "as of now both of them are suspended for next
week pending further review.  That's what policy demands.  As for you
Mr. Werner."
	"Yes sir," Joe said.
	"Can you arrange to go on that trip with Jon?"
	"Sure, as long as I can get a plane ticket, but why?"
	"You hit another student, arguably in trying to defend Jon but I'll
still have to suspend you for three days.  I've got to enforce the rules.
If you're not around it may be easier," Dr. Gilead said.
	"No problem, sir.  I'll call my father as soon as I get home and
he'll make the arrangements," I said.
	"I've got an idea, I want the two of you to write a report on what
goes on at a presentation.  Do you think Mr. Maskovitz can get you into the
actual presentation Jon?"  Mr. Zephyr asked.
	"No problem, I have to be there anyway," I said.
	"Jon," Joe said.
	"And why is that?" Mr. Zephyr asked.
	"It's my design."
	"That's the last time you get away with a freshman assignment young
man."
	All five of us started chuckling.
	"Yes sir," I said.
	"Admiral, take these two to their lockers and then the office,
Joe's mother should be there by then," Dr. Gilead said.
	"My mother, oh shit.  What you tell her?" Joe said.
	"Just the truth, I hope she knew?" Dr. Gilead said.
	Joe nodded.

	Mr. Halsey walked us in silence to our lockers and then to the
office.  Mrs.  Werner was sitting in a chair sipping at a cup of something
and talking to Dr. Gilead and Mr. Zephyr.  Her back was to us so I couldn't
tell how she felt.
	"Hi mom," Joe said as we walked in.
	She turned and stood.  I realized she was upset.  "Mrs.  Werner,
I'm sorry," I said.  She raised her hand and I stopped.
	"You've got nothing to be sorry for Jon.  This isn't your fault."
	"More mine than Joe's, and I am sorry you're upset."
	"I'm not upset at either of you," Mrs. Werner said.
	Joe walked over and took her hand.  "Then what mom?"
	"Loss of innocence, I hoped that at nice, peaceful, good class of
people Longston Academy you two wouldn't face this kind of hatred.  You'd
come out when you were ready and everybody would just shrug."
	"That's not real mom," Joe said.
	"Mrs.  Werner, let me assure you that gay-bashing is covered in our
code of conduct, including under sexual harassment.  The school, I, will
not tolerate anything like this again," Dr. Gilead said.
	Mrs.  Werner put the cup down.  "I want to thank all of you for
your handling of this today, and your assurances for the future.  However,
I assure you that if my son or Jon has any problems I will make sure that
the rules are followed.
	"Come on boys, your fathers are waiting for you."
	
	The following Sunday found the four of us winging our way west.
First to Denver and then to Boulder.  When we checked into our hotel there
was a message waiting that our presentation wouldn't be until Tuesday
afternoon.
	"Cool dad, gives us more time to prepare," I said.
	"Better, this time means we're the last to go and that position
usually goes to the front runner.  But that doesn't mean we don't have lots
of work to do tomorrow.  Including you Joe, full presentations are
complicated and we all need to be on the same page.  But tonight the pool
is open late so why don't you change into your trunks after you unpack and
have a good time."
	"Sounds good, you going to join us?" I asked.
	"No, but remember you don't have time to go picking up girls."
	"Stya Maskovitz, is it really you?"
	We turned towards the voice and saw a giant coming toward us.  He
seemed to be running but when I looked at his legs he was just walking.
The guy had to be seven feet tall, well over three hundred pounds of
muscle.
	"Lance, Lance Altair, I didn't expect to see you here," Stya said
and took the man's hand.
	"Wasn't planning on it until I saw your name on the list.  So how
you been?"
	"Great, you got time to talk?"  Stya asked.
	"Sure, a half-hour in the bar?"
	"Dad, who is this?" I asked.
	"Dad, you?" Lance said.
	"Foster father technically.  Lance this is my son Jonathon Sorrel,
his friend Joe Werner and my assistant Gary Black.  Guys, this is Lance
Altair, principal owner of the architectural firm of Altair, Cooke, Levins
and Company.  Besides being one of our competitors he was my roommate in
grad school."
	"An honor to meet you sir," Gary said.
	"Mine too, if your work on this project is top rate maybe I'll
steal you from my buddy."  Lance turned to face me.  "Are you the Sorrel
whose name's on the blueprints?"
	"Did everybody get a crack at seeing the opposition except me?"
Stya asked.
	"Don't know, I just make it a policy to ask for copies.  Don't
always get them, but it helps in prep.  Now young man, answer the
question."
	"Yes sir, that's me," I said.
	"Actually, Jon's the primary designer.  The rest of us just worked
on technical issues," Stya said.  "But do me a favor and don't tell the
committee that."
	"In that case your buying tonight, and I'm mighty thirsty.  You can
come along too Gary if you want.  I'll tell you stories about your boss
that will give you a partnership."
	We shook hands and headed upstairs.  Gary just kept staring at his
hand.
	"You ever going to wash that hand again?" Joe asked.
	"I'm not sure, he's a giant in our field Joe.  Not just his size,
but his firms track record of getting the jobs it wants, the quality of the
designs, his originality.  And you never told me you knew him Stya."
	"I told two talented employees, agreed to set up a meeting, and he
hired both of them away from me.  Didn't upset me, but I promised myself
never to make that mistake again.  And you my friend are more talented than
either one of them."
	"Can I remind you of that at review time?" Gary asked, and we all
laughed.
	
	Our three rooms were adjacent on the tenth floor and after
hurriedly unpacking Joe and I headed down to the seventh floor pool.  The
pool was set in the middle of an atrium, and while not long enough for
competitive swimming it was for getting the kinks out of a long day of
traveling.  Joe and I had continued going to the teen club at the Y for the
rest of the spring, but now we just went there to swim or workout.  While
I'm in a lot better shape than I was last March Joe is still the better
athlete.  And he makes sure he stays that way.
	After a half-hour of hard swimming we climbed over the wall and
into the whirlpool.  Five minutes later Joe nudged me in the side.  "See
that kid just came in?  He's so hot."
	I looked up to see this blond Adonis walking around the pool.  Had
to be over six feet tall with hardly any body hair.  Blond hair cut in a
fade but with a rat tail that ran between his shoulder blades.  He was
wearing a racing suit and when he got closer it was clear he was packing a
good size cock.
	"I know Stya said we didn't have time to pick up girls, but do we
have time for him?" Joe asked.
	He walked up to us and looked down, we smiled up.  "Hello, want to
join us?  The water's not too hot," I asked.
	"Are you Jon and Joe?" he asked.
	"Guilty as charged, and you are?"
	"Rod Altair, you met my dad downstairs.  He suggested I find you."
	"We're glad you did.  Want to come in?" Joe asked.  "Oh, I'm Joe
and this is Jon."
	Rod climbed in and Joe and I separated so he could sit between us.
I looked around and realized we were the only ones in the place.  "Is this
the first time you've gone with your dad to a presentation?" I asked.
	"No, I've gone to a few the last couple of years.  Mostly when it's
someplace he finds interesting.  Of course, those are the only ones he
usually handles himself anyway.  How about you?"
	"This is our first, my dad's the architect and I was coming all
along.  Joe was sort of a last minute addition to the team.  So what are
these things like?"
	Rod talked for about ten minutes.  I was fascinated.  I also
noticed that he didn't object when I moved closer and our legs met.  Nor
when I put my hand on his thigh.  He didn't stop talking until Joe's hand
reached his butt and mine his crotch.
	"Do you mind?" I asked when he fell silent.
	He smiled, and put one hand on each of our legs.  "Not at all, but
I understand you have your own room."
	"Would you care to see it?" Joe asked.
	"Love to," Rod said and squeezed our legs.  I squeezed his cock at
felt it expand.  When he rose out of the water I could see a good eight
inches outlined in the tight fabric.  We wrapped our towels around our
shoulders and headed upstairs.
	As soon as we were in the room I turned up the thermostat and got
some more towels.  By the time I returned from the bathroom Joe and Rod
were naked and holding sodas.  I saw one on top of the refrigerator for me,
but when I looked back at Rod I knew what I wanted to drink.
	I knelt in front of Rod and took the large boy tool in my hands and
gently stroked it as I leaned over and licked his balls.  Around his crotch
was a coating of light blond hair.  I took first one nut and then both into
my mouth and gave them a good bath.  When I felt a drop of precum land on
my shoulder I released them and slowly licked my way back up his cock.
	"Rod, lay on the bed," Joe said.
	"Why?" Rod asked.
	"You'll see," Joe said and took his hand and positioned him on the
bed.  "Back to work lover."
	"You get to work lover," I said.
	I positioned my mouth over his cock and spread my legs to give Joe
complete access to my hole.  As I slowly began to swallow the long, thin,
rod I felt Joe's hands spread my cheeks and start rimming me.
	When my nose reached Rod's bush I wiggled my ass to get Joe off for
a second while I repositioned myself.  That done I started to slowly bob my
head without using much suction to start.  When I'd established a good
rhythm Joe began inserting his hard cock into my experienced chute.  Once
in Joe started matching his strokes with mine.
	"Oh shit, you're really fucking him!" Rod said.
	"Oh yeah, Jon's got a nice ass, an ass made to be fucked."
	I lifted my mouth off Rod's cock.  "Nice, all you can say is nice?"
	Rod put his hand on my head and put it back where he felt it
belonged.
	Of course, for the moment at least, he was right.  His cock
continued to expand inside my mouth as I bobbed and licked.  I slid my
hands under his ass and let my fingers slip inside his crack and play with
Rod's hole.  He started moaning and shifting as the tip of my finger
slipped just inside.
	But, with two horny teenage boys it never seems to take long before
I'm being filled with sperm, and that night was no exception.  Rod shot a
huge load first, which was quickly followed by Joe's filling my ass with
his seed.  I kept sucking on Rod's rod until Joe pulled out of me.  Then I
flipped over on the bed next to him with my cock standing straight in the
air.
	Without waiting Rod moved and swallowed my cock.  With his nose in
my bush he started licking my cock.  I used all my experience to hold out
as long as I could.
	"Can't hold out much longer, so if you don't want to swallow pull
off." I said.
	He did, aimed my cock at his face, stroked once and I covered his
face with cum.  When I was done shooting he used both hands to spread it
all over his face, neck and chest.
	"I love the feel of cum drying on my body," he said.  "One night up
at summer camp I was the cookie in the middle of a circle jerk and at least
twenty boys came on me, some I think twice.  Didn't shower for days, and
some of my friends added to it everyday."
	"Man, you must have been ripe," Joe said.
	"Yeah, but it was an all boys camp out in the woods.  We were naked
most of the time, only wore short cutoffs for meals and other times the
equipment needed protecting."
	Joe handed each of us our sodas.  "Tell us more.  Where is this
camp?"
	Thirty minutes later the phone rang.  "Hello," I said.
	"Hi Jon, is Rod Altair with you?" Stya asked.
	"Yeah, he found us at the pool and we ended up here.  He's been
telling us about his summer camp."
	"Put him on, his father wants to talk with him."
	"Sure," I said and handed Rod the phone.  Of course he had to lean
over me and I took the opportunity to caress his butt cheeks.
	Joe and I listened to a series of yeses, fines, and goods.
	"Dad, can I spend the night with Joe and Jon?  They've got a king
size bed and a recliner."
	There was a pause and I figured the two fathers were talking.
Finally Rod handed the phone back to me.
	"Yes dad."
	"Son, Rod can stay, but."
	"To late dad, and he didn't mind at all," I said and the other two
started laughing.
	"I figured that, just no trading professional secrets is what I was
going to say."
	I started laughing, "I love you dad, and don't get too drunk we've
got work to do tomorrow."
	As I finished hanging up the phone Rod pulled me back onto the bed
and rolled on top of me.  My hands found his smooth cheeks and I started
rubbing them.  Finally my fingers started their way inside him.  Finally I
had two fingers inside him to the first knuckle.
	"Jon, will you take my cherry?" Rod asked.
	"Are you sure?  It's a big step."
	"Yes," he kissed me and our tongues met, "I've known I was gay for
years, and told my parents last year.  My friends at home don't care, some
will even blow me back, but none will fuck me.  "I want, I need to feel
somebody I like inside me for the first time."
	As our lips met Joe pulled my hands away and started rimming Rod.
Despite it being tight Joe got his talented tongue a good way in and lubed
him up nicely.
	"You ready Rod?" I asked.
	"How do you want me?"
	"Lay down flat on the bed, let me do the work and enjoy.  If it
starts hurting tell me and I'll either slow down or stop."
	"OK, but I want your cum on my stomach," Rod said.
	"Sure," I said and gave him one more kiss before he slid off me.  I
used my precum to lubricate my cock head and placed it into position.  I
started pressing and my tip quickly found his sphincter.
	"Now press out like you're taking a dump," I said.  He did and I
quickly slipped the rest of the way in.
	"Oh shit, that feels so great," I said as Rod's tight hole
collapsed around my cock.  "You OK?"
	"Feels so good, better than I ever imagined it when I was playing
with my dildos," Rod said.
	I started stroking at a nice, slow, steady pace.  I wanted to make
this last, and have Rod enjoy it.  I looked over and saw Joe sitting on the
chair, stroking his rod while he watched the two of us.  I blew him a kiss,
"I love only you," I mouthed.
	"I know," he whispered.
	Underneath me Rod was moaning and I knew there was going to be cum
stains on the bed when I was finished.  But who the fuck cared.
	Slowly I started picking the pace up and after a little while I
pulled out, flipped him over, and covered Rod's chest and neck with my cum.
	It was wonderful.
	Joe touched my shoulder and I rolled off of Rod.  As soon as I was
clear Joe added his second load of the night to Rod's torso.  Surprisingly
Rod hadn't shot and as soon as Joe's first shot landed he erupted.
	Joe got us each another soda and some snacks from the refrigerator
and we watched TV for a little while before we fell asleep.

	Joe and I were wrapped in each others arms when the phone rang to
wake us up.  Rod also happened to be closer so he picked it up.
	"Hello, who do you want?"  He paused, "OK, we'll see you then."
	"What?," I said.
	"Your dad, we meet them in half hour in restaurant for breakfast.
We have to shower and get dressed first."
	"Separate or together?" Joe said.
	"Together, quicker but no sex, no time," I said.
	"I need to pee," Rod said and disappeared.
	Two minutes later he came back out holding his swim suit.  "Either
of you got something I can wear till after breakfast.  This is all I got,
and I don't think my dad would appreciate it."
	"I've got a pair of shorts that will do, it should stay up OK, just
a little shorter on you than me.  But I don't wear underpants, if that's a
problem."
	"Well, the suits a little wet so I wont be either, sort of sexy
come to think of it.
	"Fine, then just pick one of Joe's t-shirts and that'll do the
trick.  You've got your sandals from the pool, right?" I said.
	"Yeah thanks, come on I've got the shower started."
	The shower really wasn't big enough for the three of us so the
bathroom was a wet mess by the time we were clean, thank God the
presentation wasn't until the next day.  My shorts were snug around his
hips and the shirt he picked covered the waistband so nobody could tell how
low it was.
	Stya, Gary and Lance were waiting for us when we walked into the
restaurant only five minutes late and with our hair almost dry.
	"Breakfast is on you Lance," Stya said.
	"What?" I said.
	"We had a bet, I figured you'd be at least fifteen minutes late and
your dad figured ten," Lance Altair said.
	"Sorry dad," Rod said as we sat down.  "But, Jon really pushed us
to move.  I think he was trying to impress you."
	"Jon, you've impressed me enough.  If after college you want to
intern with me before you go to work with your dad you've got a job for as
long as you want."
	"Thank you sir, but that's so far off."

	The waitress came and we ordered, ate, and went our separate ways.
Rod offered to return the clothes right after he got them washed but we
told him to keep them and we'd see him at the pool that night.
	We drove out to the university and found the proposed site.  It was
a beautiful spot with the mountains in the background and not too far from
the dorms.  I turned Gary's model around in my mind and it looked perfect
from two possible angles.  The rest of the day was spent back at the hotel
rehearsing the presentation.  Stya and Gary were going to do the talking
but Joe and I would handle the drawings and models.
	Dad finally released us after supper and we found a message on our
door when we got back up.  Rod would meet us at the pool.  That evening the
three of us just swam, sat in the whirlpool, and talked for a couple of
hours.  Despite being several inches taller then either Joe or myself he
was about four months younger than me.

	We slept late the next morning and after breakfast did a quick run
through of the presentation.  After lunch we changed into our suits and
headed back to the university.  After setting everything up we sat around
and waited.
	"Do we include this part in our school report?" Joe asked but the
door opened before anybody could respond.  Four men and a woman entered the
room, they ranged from forty to over sixty I guessed, I thought one looked
like a Native American and that really made me nervous.  The adults chatted
while we sat by the wall.
	Everybody started to take their positions when the door opened and
a man walked in with a Native American boy around my age.  They apologized
for being late and took their seats.  Stya started and the initial
presentation went smoothly.  Several times I caught the boy looking at me
and we exchanged smiles.  His was a brilliant contrast to his darker
complexion.
	When Stya and Gary were finished we took a five minute break and
then it was time for questions.  Surprisingly the boy started.
	"Are you the Jonathan Sorrel who worked on the design," he asked,
looking directly at me.
	"Yes sir," I said.
	"Please call me Bo," he said and we exchanged smiles.
	"Let me introduce the latecomers," the chairman said.  "The
gentleman is Dr. Compton, chair of the library committee, and the young man
is Bo Swiftwater."
	"Thanks Dr. Cromwell.  Now how much did you contribute, and I can
usually tell when I'm being lied to."
	I looked at Stya who nodded.  "I did the original design and
drawings off the specs.  Mr. Maskovitz is my foster father and liked what
I'd done.  Then Mr. Black worked with me in making it right."
	"To be honest, that was mostly technical issues not basic design,"
Gary said.
	"Jon, can I call you that?"
	"Sure Bo," I said.
	"Do you have any Native American blood in you?  You've given the
spirits of my people a very pleasing home."
	"Thank you, I don't know if I do but I did a lot of research when I
was working on it, and the cultures of the various tribes always interested
me.  Not what you get from movies, I mean the real cultures of an oppressed
people."
	Bo shook his head, "this is more than just research or interest
Jon.  This is understanding.  My grandfather would be very pleased with
this design.  But mine is not the only vote, and I'm sure my fellow
committee members have more questions.
	Despite Bo's support the remainder of the questions were not
softballs.  After it was finally over Joe and I walked over to Bo and shook
hands.
	"Somehow I feel Joe is more than just your best friend Jon," Bo
said.
	"A lot more actually, but sometimes it's safer just to say that."
	"I understand, I try not to let people, especially my friends, know
how rich I am.  For an old traditional Indian my grandfather was one swift
investor."  Bo leaned closer and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
"Besides, I'm gay too.  Oh, and Dr. Compton is my foster father as well.
He took me in when my mother left me and my grandfather died."
	"Cool, I'd runaway and was living on the streets when I met Stya
and he took me in," I said.
	"On the other hand I come from a normal two parent family who love
each other, love me and my younger brother.  Though there are times I can't
fathom why they keep him around," Joe said and we all laughed.
	"Bo Swiftwater laughing!  What an unusual sound."  We turned and
saw Dr. Cromwell approaching.  "Jon, that's another point in your favor."
	"Actually Joe's to blame for the laughter," Bo said and we all
chuckled.
	"Jon, that's quite an impressive piece of work.  You better keep it
up, we're talking about building another four-to-six buildings here and I
expect you to compete for all of them."
	"Thank you sir, we will."
	"But next time I expect you to do more of the presentation
yourself," Dr. Cromwell said.  He shook our hands and left.
	"Congratulations, I think you have three votes already.  Let me
introduce you to everyone else," Bo said.

	By the time we left for the hotel I was floating.  I wasn't
assuming anything but all the kind words from the committee made me feel
great.  A few had even asked me some questions about the design and why I'd
done some of the things I had.  Stya and Gary were always nearby but they
let me answer.
	We arrived at the hotel and Lance and Rod were in the lobby.  As we
approached they stood and each waved a white handkerchief.
	"You withdrawing already?" Stya asked.
	"Acknowledging defeat, you guys must have really impressed them.
They called five minutes ago to tell me you'd gotten the contract," Lance
said.
	"What, your kidding me," I said.
	"Lance, that's impossible," Stya said.
	At that moment a bellhop came up to us and handed Stya a note.  He
opened it and read it and just held it out to me.  I took it in a trembling
hand.
	"Read it Jon," Joe said.
	"Dear Mr. Maskovitz, It is the committee's honor to award you the
contract on the Swiftwater Native American Affairs Research Library.
Please contact Dr. Cromwell in the morning to set up an appointment.
Sincerely, Bo Swiftwater."
	Joe screamed and we all started jumping, laughing and cheering,
even Lance and Rod.  All six of us ended up around a table in the bar
drinking champagne.
	"Stya, congratulations, I've never seen a committee make their
minds up that fast.  You bribe them or something?"
	"No, I haven't either.  I knew we had Bo Swiftwater's vote but the
other three."
	"Stya, we had at least three.  Dr. Compton is Bo's foster father
and I figured he would go along with Bo.  After Dr. Cromwell talked to us I
felt sure of his vote, and I guess with those three in our corner at least
one of the others just fell into line," Joe said.
	"If you've got Bo and Cromwell right then you had almost all of
them.  Between his donation and Cromwell's control of college funds the
others would do anything to keep them happy," Lance said.
	"Dad, now will you look at some of my drawings?" Rod asked.
	"As soon as we get home, I promise."
	
	Mr. and Mrs.  Werner and Mrs.  Black met us at the airport when we
got back.  It was the kind of flight that makes you understand why the Pope
kisses the ground every time he gets off a plane.  I might have, except I
figured if I bent over I'd heave my guts out, again.
	There was a Sorrel Industries limo waiting for us when we had our
bags which gave the five of us plenty of room to stretch out.  I really
appreciated the soda from the refrigerator.
	"So dad, why the limo?  You never use one," Joe said.
	"Give us a little time to talk son.  A lot has happened since you
left."
	"Is everybody all right?" Joe asked.
	"Everybody's fine, it's the aftermath from last Friday at school."
	"They didn't kick Joe out?  It wasn't his fault," I said.
	"No, it was close for a while.  The other boys' parents were
screaming for blood after they were expelled, and they're still threatening
to sue everybody involved.  But your teacher's account of the events got
Joe off with the three day suspension, which ends today," Mr. Werner said.
	"So what's the problem Don?" Stya asked.
	"Not only is everything all over school, it's all over town.  I've
probably spent more time talking about it over the last three days at work
than anything else.  Even got some condolence cards, unsigned of course.
But at least a dozen employees have come out to me and their co- workers."
	"How's my dad taking it?  I mean Lamont," I said, and took a glance
over at Stya.
	"No problem son," Stya said.
	"He finally signed off on adding sexual orientation to the sexual
harassment and discrimination policies, and gave domestic partners full
benefits company wide.  He also said to tell you that he's behind you one
hundred percent.  As your cousin or your father."
	"Honey, you're still sugar coating it," Mrs.  Werner said.
	"Am I?," he paused, "I guess so.  OK, what happened has been
covered in both the school and local papers.  It's a good thing you
answered Betty's questions or it might have been worse.  The papers went
after the Sheriff after they made the connection."
	"Why didn't anybody call us?" Stya asked.  "You knew where we were,
he knew where we were, the whole damn world knew where we were and nobody
could pick up the goddamn phone and call me!"
	"If it wasn't for Betty, your mother and my beloved we might have
had to," Mr. Werner said.
	"Mrs.  Maskovitz and I just did what any mother would.  We told
them we loved our sons and the ones they loved."
	"You faced down the press mom?  Cool.  What you tell them?" Joe
asked.
	"That we knew you were gay and that Jon was your boyfriend.  That
we knew about Jon's background and it didn't make a bit of difference to
us.  That Jonathan Sorrel was a great young man, who did what he had to do
to survive, and was putting his life back together with the help of a lot
of good people.  Especially my son and his foster father."
	"Cool," Joe said.
	"Thanks, what did grandma say?" I asked.
	"Supposedly the first reporter got answers that weren't printable
in an x-rated book but then she calmed down.  I've got all the papers here
for you to read, and your parent's are waiting for you at your house Stya.
Official car in the driveway," Mrs.  Werner said.
	"Sounds like them.  So what happens next?"
	"The five of us get to school after first bell tomorrow and head
straight for the office to meet with Dr. Gilead....

	The next morning found us standing backstage in the auditorium
while the entire school filed in.  Though standing wasn't the right word, I
was pacing all over the place.  Even with Dr. Gilead's review I still
didn't know what to expect.  What really pissed me off was going from the
high of Boulder to this.  Couldn't I enjoy anything?
	"Hi son."
	It wasn't Stya's voice so I turned towards it and froze.  It was
Lamont Sorrel.  "What are you doing here?" I asked.
	"I came to support my son, if that's OK with you," Lamont said and
extended his hand.
	I took it, and for the first time felt some warmth from his touch.
I understood, finally, that he really did care, was trying to reach out to
me.  And I was finally ready to start reaching back.  "Thanks father, I'm
glad you came.  It's been a wild week, oh we got the contract on the
library.  Didn't even freak them out when they discovered it was my
design."
	"Great, you've got to send me a picture of the model," Lamont
Sorrel said.
	"Has anybody discovered our true relationship or are you still my
cousin?" I asked.
	"I don't think so, but I don't care Jon.  If and when it comes out,
or you're ready to tell the world it's fine with me.  I can take the heat
over what happened, it's your happiness that matters."
	"One day father, but hopefully we won't be forced to do it today,"
I said.
	"Everybody, come here please," Dr. Gilead said.  We all moved to
where he stood.
	"Mr. Sorrel, this is a pleasant surprise," Dr. Gilead said.
	"I figured the vice-chairman of the board should be here, to defend
the school if I have to, but mostly to support Jon."
	"I'm glad, because there are at least two reporters out there.  I
was able to keep the television crews and photographers out but I couldn't
come up with a good reason for them not to be here after all the
publicity."
	"Don't worry Roland, the press loves scandal, but just go ahead
with what you had planned," my father said.
	My father said.  In the midst of everything it suddenly struck me
how good his coming made me feel.
	Stya touched my shoulder and we followed Dr. Gilead through the
curtains and onto the stage.  We took our seats while he walked to the
lectern.
	"Students, parents, guests, welcome to Longston Academy.  Before we
start I want to tell you that there are members of the press here today.
They have promised not to take pictures or use anybody's name without their
permission.  Of course, those of us up here are not that lucky.
	"I won't bore you by repeating what happened last Friday in
Mr. Zephyr's last period class.  I'm sure all of you have heard the
details.  I've heard a dozen different versions myself.  After hearing one
I was surprised any of the participants were still alive and the school
still standing.
	"Following the incident the facts were reviewed before disciplinary
actions were taken.  Mr. Norton and Mr. Alea were expelled and Mr. Werner
was given a three day suspension, which concluded yesterday.  The school
hoped that would be the end of it and it would stay within the Longston
Academy family.  Unfortunately that did not happen, and the resulting
publicity brought about this assembly.
	"Several students, parents and outsiders called to complain about
there being admitted gays on campus.  I told them, and I remind you, that
Longston Academy does not discriminate on any grounds.  The only thing that
will keep you out is an inability to meet our standards, and the only thing
that will get you kicked out is not obeying school rules.  Sexual
orientation is also covered under our sexual harassment policy.
	"I ask Barton Finch to come to the stage now.  Mr. Finch is the
president of the freshman class."
	Barton and Betty walked up the aisle together, climbed the steps
and walked to the microphone.
	"Hello, as the president of the freshman class, to which both
Jonathan Sorrel and Joseph Werner belong, I want to tell them that they are
still welcome in this school and at all school functions.  Including the
Freshman Dance next month.  Personally I want to tell Jon that I feel we've
been friends since the party at my house and this has only made my feelings
stronger.
	"Over the last five days Betty Collins and I have talked to various
students, faculty and administrators about what happened and some of the
reaction.  With Dr. Gilead's permission I am announcing the formation of
the Longston Academy Gay and Straight Student Alliance.  The purpose of the
group will be to promote understanding and acceptance between students
regardless of sexual orientation.  Not as a dating service.  The final step
is obtaining permission from the Board of Trustees."
	"Mr. Finch, consider the permission granted," Lamont said and rose.
	"Mr. Sorrel, thank you.  Thank you a lot.  I hoped for your
support," Barton said as he took my father's outstretched hand.
	"People like Mr. Werner have been pushing me to expand my
companies' anti- discrimination and other rules to cover sexual orientation
for some time.  Despite knowing several talented and valuable gay and
lesbian employees I hesitated.  It took my young cousin's outing last
Friday to get me to see the light.  On Tuesday of this week I included
sexual orientation in all policies and granted full employee benefits to
all domestic partners of Sorrel Industry employees.  And to the members of
the press here, if you haven't printed that news yet, you'd better now.
The floor is yours Mr. Finch."
	He shook Barton's hand again, then Mr. Gilead's.  As he approached
his seat next to mine I stood and took his hand.  "Thanks."
	"In that case the first meeting will be tomorrow afternoon in Room
222 immediately after school," Barton said.
	"Thanks Barton, Betty," I said from my chair.  They came over, Joe
and I stood and we all shook hands.
	Dr. Gilead returned to the lectern and I began to shake.  "Jonathan
Sorrel has asked to say a few words this morning.  Jon."
	I looked at Lamont, Stya and Joe before standing up.  I knew what I
wanted to say, but to actually talk in front of everybody?  When I got to
the mike there was a polite round of applause as I took the sheets of paper
from my pocket..
	"Thank you, there are a couple of things I want to say.  One, I'm
sorry about the way things happened on Friday, and any negative publicity
it might have brought our school.  When I was growing up I dreamed about
going to school, and having regular friends.  I've found that here and
would never want to hurt either the school, my friends, or my schoolmates.
	"But, as I said, I'm sorry about the way it happened.  Neither Joe
nor I feel bad, guilty or sinful about being gays.  We just are.
	"Nor am I sorry about the way I lived and what I did to survive for
the four months between the time I left home and the time my dad, my foster
father, took me into his home and his heart.
	"I know some in this building, in this town and surrounding area
are wondering if I'm going to turn on the kids who helped me by letting me
crash or the men who paid me for sex.  The answer's no.  I told my foster
grandfather, Sheriff Maskovitz, that in the beginning.  To my adult clients
though there is one exception.  I promised him then, and I'm telling you
know.  If you hurt a hair on another kid then I will come forward.  So
behave.  Thank you."
	I stepped back and the applause started to build.  A hand slipped
around my waist and I knew it was Joe's.  I turned to face him and gave him
a quick kiss.  "Oh, and if you don't know him, this is Joe Werner, and he's
mine," I said.
	"Good catch Jon," someone called from the audience.
	"He knows," Joe said.
	"Joe, Jon, please be seated," our headmaster said.
	Stya shifted over so we were sitting next to each other now.
	"Ladies and gentlemen," Dr. Gilead began, "I'm going to tell you
something now that only a few people know.  "My middle son, Blaine, is a
sophomore at New York University.  He should be a junior but he had to take
a year off.  You see, Blaine's gay, and a year ago he was severely beaten
just because he is gay.  Three fellow students found him in a school men's
room and beat him.  So if any of you think that what I've said, or the
school's done, is just politically correct claptrap, think again.  I will
enforce our school's policies.
	"Now students, report to your second period classes.  If you have
study hall in here please report to the cafeteria.  Dismissed.  Everyone
else please stay seated so the students can leave and resume their
education."  He turned and faced us.  "I believe the two of you are still
students here."
	"Yes sir," we said together and left as quickly as we could.
	The rest of the day went smoothly.  Each of Joe's and my teachers
let our classmates ask any questions before class got down to business and
just about all were positive.  About a dozen or so told me they'd see me at
the club meeting.
	The only class I was really nervous about was the last one.  I
walked into the room and my house was up on projector.
	"Mr. Sorrel, I believe you were about to give a little talk on
Friday before we were interrupted.  Are you prepared to do it today?"
	"As prepared as I was on Friday," I said.  Meaning not at all.
	"Before you get started I want to know how you two spent the last
three days."
	"As you know my father is an architect in Longston.  He had
submitted a proposal for a college library in Boulder, Colorado.  Joe, my
dad, one of his senior architects and I went out to make the presentation."
	"Who made the preliminary designs?" Mr. Zephyr asked.
	"I did, they helped me a lot, especially Mr. Black, after I showed
them though."
	"How did the presentation go?"
	"They got the contract," Joe said.
	The applause and cheers sounded so good.

	The next afternoon there were twenty-nine boys and girls at the
first meeting of the Longston Academy Gay and Straight Student Alliance.
By the end of the meeting seven of the guys and three of the girls had come
out, and that didn't include Barton.  He called me that evening and told me
that he just wasn't ready to tell his parents.  I told him I understood,
not everybody is ready at the same time.  On the other hand, Kyle was one
of the seven..  Kyle if you don't remember is the younger brother of the
first kid who let me crash.  After the custodian finally kicked us out we
sat on the front steps talking until parents started showing up looking for
their kids.  Two of the other boys asked Joe and I if we wanted to double
date, which we quickly agreed to.

	The next day was Saturday and Stya and I were over at Joe's house
along with Erik and Ton Ton.  For the first half-hour he ran on about
school, his friends, his new room and anything else that crossed his mind.
Joe and I just sat on the grass across from and smiled, it was so cool
seeing the little kid so happy.  Erik had told Stya about some of Ton Ton's
nightmares so I knew he wasn't completely over the way his family treated
him, but the happiness was genuine.
	Without warning he shut up and lunged into my lap and gave me a big
kiss on the lips.  I felt his tongue on my lips and let him in.  When his
hand found my crotch I broke the kiss and gently put him back on the
ground.
	There were tears in his eyes and I had to resist picking him right
back up.  I couldn't though, I might not be able to resist a second time.
Instead I gently wiped his cheeks.
	"Don't cry Ton Ton, you didn't do anything wrong."
	"You hate me," he said, crying even harder.
	"You know better, I love you, I care about you," I said.
	"Then why wouldn't you let me touch your cock?"
	"Why did you want to?" I asked.
	"Because you're my friend, and I want to keep you as my friend."
	"The first part is a good reason, but a real friend is one who
doesn't need or want sex from you to stay a friend.  Listen to me my
friend, one of the hardest things kids like you and I have to learn is that
we are more than sex toys, that we are whole people and the people who want
to be around us just for sex aren't our friends."
	Ton Ton thought about this for a while.  I could see the grownups
watching us.  Finally he reached out and took my hand.
	"You said no because you are my friend, and want to be a good
friend," Ton Ton said.
	"That's right," I said and squeezed his hand.
	
	During lunch Stya brought up an event that I had been trying not to
think about.
	"You know son, it's only four weeks to your birthday.  I think you
deserve a big party."
	"Two parties," Joe said.
	"Joseph," his mother said.
	"No, he's right.  I want one party just for family.  Stya and me,
you guys, even Aunt Celia if she can come, the Lowells.  Then I want one
with all my friends and classmates.  You know, the kind kids are supposed
to have.  Things to do, cake and ice cream."
	"A clown?" Ton Ton asked.
	"Maybe," I said.
	"I've got it, that new skate center that just opened.  I'm sure
they do parties," Joe said.
	"But you can't skate," Erik said.
	"A little, and we'll practice.  Besides if Jon's the first one
it'll be so cool.  What do you think Jon?"
	"Dad?" I asked.
	He turned to Joe's parents, "help."
	Mr. Werner offered to go with us on Sunday to check the place out.
Which I'm not sure is the kind of help dad was looking for, but he took it
anyway.  After all, he'd never done a kid's birthday party before.
	
	The four of us got to "Super Andy's Skate Park just after one the
next day and the place was jumping.  We walked in the main entrance and
were warmly welcomed by Super Andy himself.
	"Welcome to the best skate park in the state, we've got all the
excitement you can take.  What you going to do first?"
	"We're thinking of having my son's birthday party here if we can
work out the details," Stya said.
	"No problem, have you been here before?" Andy asked.
	"No, they sprung this on me yesterday."
	"Tell you what, take a walk around and find me when you're done and
we'll take care of the details."
	"Fine," Stya said.
	We walked further in and started looking around.  The first thing
we came to was a large arcade, followed by a snack food stand selling your
typical teenager meal.  A.K.A. Hot dogs, pizza, soda, etc.  Past there was
a skate rental desk followed by a regular inside skating rink with a live
DJ playing music.
	Outside was the real fun. There's a half pipe skate ramp and two
down hill tracks. The first track is a full of twists and turns and goes
down the hill at a low grade angel. The second track is a speed track. It
is a drop of 35 degrees.  They have a radar gun on the speed track to clock
your speed.  Joe and I put on our skates and safety gear, which is required
on the outdoor tracks, and got going.  The fastest I went down the speed
track was about 30 MPH, which scared the shit out of me.
	Our dads had to drag us off to go back inside.

	We had the party the Tuesday afternoon after my birthday.  Stya
ended up renting a bus to take the fifty of us from school to the party,
and another twenty joined us there for a fantastic afternoon.  One of the
highlights was when the DJ called a couples dance and there were as many
same-sex couples as straight couples on the rink.  About halfway through
Tony came onto the rink with Barton and they started skating together.
	For the only time there was a gasp and buzz.  I didn't know if it
was about Barton being gay or him being with Tony.  Turned out to be both.
I looked over and saw Brandon skating with a boy I sort of recognized from
the Y, looking happier than he'd been in a while.  Even Ton Ton and Joe's
younger brother were out there together.
	Though Joe's brother told us he only did it to tease his parents,
he was pretty sure he was straight.
	We even had a clown on skates making balloons and doing stunts,
while reminding us that he was a professional and for us not to try it.
Then Kyle got on the half pipe and matched about half of them.  The clown
offered him a job.
	
	We had the family birthday party at our house on my birthday.  Mrs.
Werner offered to do it at her's, but we settled for her help in organizing
everything.  I'd pictured a small party but there were at least twenty
people in the house and a pile of presents on a folding table.  And they
all had my name!
	About an hour into the party, when I thought everybody was there,
the doorbell rang and I went to open it.
	"Hi Jon," Lamont said.
	"Hi," I said."
	"I came by to give you your present."  He handed me a small box.
	"Thanks, come in, I'd like you to meet the rest of my new family."
	"I'd like that, but can we sit someplace while you open your
present."
	"Sure."  We walked into the office.
	"Open it son," Lamont said.
	Inside was a small photo album with a smiling baby on the cover.
"Me?"
	"Yes, your mother put this book together from the day you were born
to the day she died.  I haven't looked at it since the funeral.  I really
loved her, and when she was killed it almost destroyed me.  Unfortunately,
you became the real victim."
	For the first time I could remember we hugged.  "Will you go
through it with me father?"
	Lamont remembered everything about every picture, I didn't remember
anything except my mother's smile.  We laughed and cried.  The final
picture was a news photo of me in his arms at the cemetery.
	I showed him the model of the library and basked in his praise.
	We walked back out and Stya and Joe came over.  I told them what
Lamont had given me, and realized it was more than just pictures.  It was
part of my past as well.  Joe and I wondered away from Stya and Lamont and
as I drank a glass of soda took a good look around.
	People talking, eating, having a good time.
	Including me.  What a difference a year makes.

	That night I walked into Stya's room, got into his bed, and said,
"hold me."
	He kissed me gently on my cheek.  "Happy birthday son," Stya said.
	"Happy birthday dad," I said as he took me in his arms.
	We lay there softly talking about the party when I realized
something.  We were in bed together, naked, my back to his front and his
arm over me.
	And neither one of us had an erection.  Neither one of us had
mentioned sex.
	Just a father and son talking after a long day.
	The way it should be.