Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2000 22:41:40 -0400
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Mall Punk 20

The following is a work of fiction.  It contains scenes of teenage boy
having consensual sex.  If that's not your thing or illegal or your momma's
watching over your shoulder please leave.  All comments to
sidg@compuserve.com

Mall Punk 20: First Anniversaries
by Sid Gittler (c)2000
Prologue

     A lot of you have written wanting all the juicy details of my brother
David's trial.  Well there wasn't one.  In exchange for a guilty plea "it"
was sentenced to the Sex Offenders Unit at the New Jersey prison in Avenel.
He also agreed to a divorce with almost everything going in trust to his
sons.
     Robert is back in the U.A.E., and away from his big brother's thumb is
seeing an American psychiatrist there.  I hope he means it and not just
trying to get back into Dad's good graces.

     Speaking of my nephews I finally got to meet them.  Lamont arranged
for me and Stya to have lunch with my sister-in-laws and himself first so
we could get to know each other.  And they could see the truth about me and
not just the lies their husbands had told them.
     They must have been satisfied since Robert's wife invited us to her
son's birthday party that Saturday.  It was really cool meeting the boys.
Yes I was scared going in, and I think they were nervous and confused when
I was introduced as their Uncle and fathers' younger brother but after a
little while, and my playing their little boy games with them, it seemed to
work.

Celebration One

     "What do you mean you don't know when our anniversary is?" Joe
shouted.
     I threw my hands up.  "I know about when we met, I know about the
first time I crashed at your place but when did we become a couple?"
     "President's Day Weekend, that Friday when you told me your real first
name.  That's when I knew for sure."
     "Knew what?"
     "That we were meant to be together.  I liked and cared about you
before, but when you showed me that trust, let me in that bit I knew."
     I sat up and looked down at my lover lying on my, our bed.  I thought
back to that day almost a year earlier and slowly nodded.  Sometimes it's
hard to realize how a couple of words could change your life.  They'd
brought me and Joe closer together, yes made us a couple.  And would I have
been open to Stya a few weeks later without that first step?
     "Yeah, President's Day weekend, not the date last year but the holiday
weekend, that way we always have three days to celebrate," I said.
     "Cool, now get back down here so we can celebrate knowing our
anniversary."
     "Fuck you," I said.
     "No, it's my turn to fuck you," Joe said, and he did.
     "So how do you want to celebrate?" I said when he was done.
     "Like this."
     "No, seriously.  It should be something special."
     "How about a party at my house and then we go with my parents and Greg
into the city for the weekend.  See the sights, some plays and dad says
he's going to get tickets to a Knicks game."
     "What city?" I asked.
     "New York City silly," Joe paused, "oh shit I'm sorry Jon.  Things
have been so normal like I forgot.  Around here there's only one 'city' and
that really means Manhattan and not the other boroughs of New York City.
This is the trip I passed up last year and Mom said that is not going to
happen this year."
     "Why stay there?  It's not that far away."
     "Part of the fun, and we get our own room."
     "Greg?"
     "With my parents.  What do you say?"
     "If it's OK with Stya it would be so cool."
     "Do you think Mom would tell me if they hadn't cleared it with him
first?  I just wanted to be the one to tell you, and now that we'll be
celebrating our first anniversary it will be awesome."
     "Who we going to invite to the party?"
     "All our friends, this is going to be a kids party."
     "Just as long as we don't play pin the tail on the donkey."
     "Only one putting anything into my lover's tail is me putting my cock
there," Joe said.
     I hugged him, we kissed and there was a quick reminder that it was my
turn to get off.  When it's incessant poking got too much for Joe he knelt
down, gently licked my cock and then swallowed it.
     I closed my eyes and felt my lover's warm, moist mouth working on my
hardening rod.  I tried concentrating on my homework assignment to make it
last but when his finger found my well used hole I lost that battle.
     Joe picked his head up.  "Keep your mind on the job at hand."
     I palmed his head and pushed it down.  "Then keep your mouth on it."
     We both kept our end of the deal and I felt his lips kiss my cockhead
and then part and take me again.  This time I reveled in the sensations,
letting each motion of his mouth and tongue bring me closer to the edge.
     This time when he inserted a finger I groaned in delight.  When he
inserted a second finger I filled his mouth with my seed.
     Joe grabbed his glass and swallowed the rest of his soda and lay down
next to me.
     "So you don't like the taste of my cum any more," I said and kissed
him on the cheek.
     "Just filling my stomach with it my dear, just washing all that
wonderful protein down," he said and returned the kiss.
     "I presume you cleared the party with your parents too."
     "Yeah, but I told them it was because we couldn't expect Barton's
parents to host all of them."
     "That's true, but we'd better spread the word at school tomorrow," I
said.

     What's the biggest differences between our anniversary party and some
of the others I've told you about?  Well, four of the lesbians in the group
stayed for the after party party.  But first we sent them up to Greg's
room.
     And after kissing him good-night they went to the guest room at the
end of the hall.  Ton- Ton told us later that Greg was bragging in school
about it, claiming two of them had groped him.
     The boys ended up in the basement.  Come to think of it us boys always
end up in the basement.  But they say our minds are in the gutter so at
least our bodies are a step higher, and cleaner.
     There were fifteen of us and this time they tapped me and Joe as the
guests of honor.  The first step was each of them gave each of us one whack
on the ass in honor of the one year.  Then a second whack for good luck.
     For the congratulatory finale they each knelt with their heads on the
floor and their asses in the air.  Joe and I took turns quickly butt
fucking each of them.  The last two in the line were Tony and Barton.  When
Joe pulled out of Tony and entered Barton I took his place.
     "Let's do it," Joe whispered.  I smiled and nodded.
     Even in this situation the perfect sexual rhythm we've developed took
hold.  Our strokes were in sync and as we changed speeds we stayed that
way.  Our right hands slapped their cheeks in unison as the others stood
and circled the four of us.  Together we stood our partner up and started
stroking their boy cocks as we continued to fuck them.  I leaned toward Joe
and we kissed and as our tongues met Tony and Barton shot their loads, and
we filled them with ours.
     Seconds later the eleven of our friends showered us with their sperm.
     Since the club started Barton and Tony are not the only boys to have
paired up.  There were three other couples present, and for the next hour
the five couples stayed together.  We talked, kissed, said "I love you" to
our partners, a lot, and yes had sex.  After Joe and I rested up from our
"ordeal" we started to 69 and took our time at it.
     Even in front of our friends this was romantic love making and not raw
sex.  I hope you've experienced both kinds.
     That's not to say the other five were in front of the boob tube
watching cartoons.  Well, they were in front of the television but it
wasn't cartoons they had started watching.  Joe just got a great tape from
a German ICQ friend called "The Master and his Boys," also called "The
Master and His Slaves Vol.  1."  Yeah, it's in German, yes it says they're
all over eighteen, and yes all the boys may have shaved their body hair
like I did, and yes if you like hard core S&M like I experienced in the old
days it may not be hardcore enough for you.  But trust me it's hot.  And
that description includes the master.
     How long the five of them actually watched the tape I don't know, Joe
had me busy, but when we finished they were going at it.  Arne had pulled
his belt off his pants and was lightly whipping Glenn and Tyrone's butts
while the two kissed each other.  Pierre was sucking Glen while Larry
worked on Tyrone.  That got Joe and me hot again so we went over and I
plunged my hard cock into Larry while Joe took Glen.  Arne started waving
the belt at me and I shook my head.  He nodded, dropped the belt and began
eating out Glenn and Tyrone.  The two of them howled as Arne's hands forced
their red cheeks apart.
     One of the great things about being a teen is that you recharge
quickly.  About twenty minutes after Joe and I had fed each other we were
filling Pierre and Larry.
     At that point the party broke down into a more free-form orgy and
things got hazy.  No, we didn't drink or use anything but man that much sex
is a natural high.

     That night as I lay in Joe's arms in his bed I thought back about all
the sex I'd had during the party.  The loads I'd shot and the loads I'd
taken.  I'd done something with everybody at least once.  And Joe had given
me a good-night fuck before falling asleep.  My mind slipped back to my
fourteenth birthday and smiled.  Not at the memory of that night but at the
difference between that horror and the pleasure of this night.  Not just
the nature of the sex, and my choice in taking part, but of how all of felt
about each other.
     I gave Joe one last air kiss and closed my eyes.
     About five hours later, the ungodly weekend hour of ten in the
morning, Joe's mother sent Greg in to wake us up so we could wake up the
four girls down the hall and the thirteen boys in the basement.  Greg
volunteered to go in and wake the girls up but we told him a knock on the
door would do just fine.  He settled for going downstairs and screaming
everybody awake, and barely escaping with his life.
     Unbelievably by the time the limo came to pick the five of us up at
noon we were all showered, fed, dressed, packed and devoid of guests.  Ten
minutes later everyone and everything was in the car and we were on our way
to "the city."
     Mr. and Mrs.  Werner took the seat facing the back so I could see
where we were going.  I don't know why Stya and I haven't gone into New
York City during the past year but I was excited as anything to be going
in.  As we drove up the NJ Turnpike on the way to the Lincoln Tunnel I saw
the skyline and stared like some hick seeing it for the first time.  But
then I was.
     Joe and Greg pointed out Giant Stadium and the Continental Arena and
said that Sorrel Enterprises had season tickets to every team that played
at both, but I had to talk to Lamont.  I grinned and nodded.  Finally we
went down a curving road, crawled through the toll plaza and into the
tunnel.  I'll be honest, I jumped when the thought that we were traveling
under millions of gallons of water hit me, and blushed when I realized the
others were hiding giggles.
     We turned onto 42nd Street and onto 8th and then 46th and then onto
Broadway and pulled in front of the Marriott Marquis Hotel.  The first
words came out of Greg's mouth.
     "Dad, I need to go to the bathroom."
     "You'll wait till you get to the room," his mother said, and lifted a
finger when Greg opened his mouth again.
     Mr. Werner checked us into the two rooms and we entered the elevators
and slowly rose to the fortieth floor.  I took hold of Joe's hand, and he
smiled while shaking his head.
     "Just think of me as your country hick of a cousin," I said in my best
Clinton accent.
     "Well shucks boy, this here elevator may go higher than the grain
elevator at my daddy's farm but it's sure enough safer," the bellhop said
in a deep Southern accent.
     "Oops, sorry," I said.
     "Don't worry, I felt the same way when I first got here."  This time
the accent was a lot less noticeable.
     "Why did you move here?" Joe asked.
     "Where I grew up in rural Alabama it wasn't easy for our kind," he
said and pointed to our joined hands.
     The elevator finally stopped on the thirty-third floor and we followed
a cute set of buns to our rooms.  As soon as he opened the door Greg
slipped by him and we heard a door slam.  There was a connecting door to
between the two rooms but Mr. Werner said we could lock it but had to open
it when they knocked.
     "Now go unpack and put everything away neatly, go to the bathroom and
freshen up.  We head out in thirty minutes," he finished.
     Our room had two double beds with a table in between.
     "One for sex and one for sleep," Joe said as he put our oversized
suitcase on one bed and unzipped it.
     Right on schedule came the knock on the door so we stopped kissing and
got up from the sex bed.  Greg was at the connecting door when we opened
it.  He was wearing a zipped up parka, and a frown.
     We ran to the closet and got our coats on and zipped before Mrs.
Werner could inflict something similar on us.  It was cold but not Siberia
out there.
     Or so we thought, the wind tunnel effect made it a lot cooler than the
weatherman had promised.  Our first stop was the WWF theme restaurant on
42nd St.  Greg started bouncing up and down looking at all the exhibits in
the lobby.  It took us a half-hour to get seated and we still had to drag
him away.  The food had finally arrived when all hell broke out.
     "It's the Rock and Vince," someone screamed and it was picked up by a
hundred other voices.  Greg flew out of his seat and toward the voice.
     "Take this and go," Mr. Werner handed us a pad and a pen and we took
off after him.
     "I'm glad you made me watch a couple of time, at least I know who
these guys are," I whispered.
     We caught up to Greg just as security was getting things under
control.  While the Rock had appeared handsome and imposing on television
he was stunning in person, and Vince McMahon wasn't bad for an old guy.  I
handed Greg the pad and pen as the line started to move.  Joe and I stayed
with him and got to shake their hands.  Man what grips.
     I think Greg floated back to the table.  He spent the rest of lunch
staring at the autographs while his mother fed him.
     We walked around for a while and then headed back to the hotel.  By
now I was an old hand with the elevator.
     Joe and I locked ourselves in our room, turned on the television,
stripped and lay down on the sex-bed.  We kissed, said "I love you."  Then
we fell asleep.
     The phone woke us at seven.
     "If you hadn't answered in another two rings I was going to have them
bust down the door," Mrs.  Werner told her son, and I could hear it from
where I was lying.
     "Sorry Mom, what's up?"
     "We leave for the theater in fifteen minutes, put on something nice,"
he said when he hung up.
     "Great, what are we seeing?"
     "She never says, it's part of the fun for her."
     It was 'Phantom of the Opera.'  The music, the singing, the music, the
sets, the music, they story, and yes the music.  I'd never heard anything
like it.  I asked Mrs.  Werner if this was what an opera was like and she
said almost.  Maybe another time she'd take the two of us to the Met to see
a real opera.
     We were beat so we took a cab back to the hotel, went to the coffee
shop for a light supper and up to our rooms.
     Joe and I opened the drapes to the city and stripped.  This time we
used the sex-bed for what is was meant for.
     After sucking me to hardness Joe lay on his back and raised his legs
to my shoulders and I placed my hard cock at his entrance.
     "Is this the highest up you ever made love?" he asked.
     "No, I jerked Stya off on the flight home from Las Vegas last year."
     "In the bathroom?" Joe asked as I started pushing in.
     "No, our seats," I said and penetrated his sphincter.
     "Holy shit," Joe said as my balls slapped his buns so I'm not sure
what he was referring to.
     It was one of those long, luxuriant fucks.  I kept it to slow strokes,
stopping each time I felt myself getting close.  I couldn't stop touching
the love of my life.  Playing with his nipples, stroking his face, rubbing
his developing six-pack, his thighs and butt.  And working his cock.
     "Fuck me, fill me with your love," Joe said after a long while.
     I picked up the pace and felt his ass muscles squeezing my cock as it
thrust in and out of his hot, tight ass.  It didn't take long before I shot
a long hard load up his intestines.
     Once I was done I gently pulled out, lowered his legs and lay besides
him.  We kissed.  At that point saying 'I love you' would have been silly.
We both knew it so deeply in our hearts that it poured out of our eyes and
lips.
     Eventually I swallowed his cock and quickly swallowed his nectar.
     We moved to the sleep-bed.

     The phone rang at nine and gave us a half-hour to be ready.  We looked
at our hard pricks and sighed.  We gave each other's cock a quick squeeze
and shot our morning loads.
     After breakfast in the coffee shop we took a cab to the Museum of
Natural History.  We gawked at the dinosaurs and giant whales and the other
exhibits.  Things I'd only seen on computer screens or books.
     Time flew and at two we hurried out and found a cab.  When we got out
of the cab I couldn't figure out where we were going.  Mr. Werner led us to
a hot dog stand and we had our lunch standing on the sidewalk.
     "Where to Dad?" Joe asked when he'd finished wiping the mustard off
his face.
     "Follow me."
     Which we did.  Of course Greg wasn't paying any attention so he didn't
realize where we were until he heard a loud roar.
     Alongside the building was a large cage with a lion in it.  "Lion
King?" Greg shouted.
     "Yes," his father said.
     Ton-Ton had made me watch the video one time while our dads were out
on a date so I knew the story and most of the songs.  But it had been
kicked up a hell of a lot for the stage version.

     It was night by the time we got out and almost cold, but otherwise a
clear night.
     "Dad can we?" Joe asked.
     Mr. Werner looked at his wife who eventually nodded.  "But not too
late."
     We went down a staircase under the street and I dumbly followed them
to a booth and then through a gate to my first subway.  When we emerged we
were in a whole different part of the city.
     "Where are we?"
     "Greenwich Village," Joe said and took my hand, leaned over and kissed
me.  "A part of the city where nobody looks twice at that or us holding
hands as we walk down the street."
     It felt so good to be able to walk along the streets, go into some of
the shops while holding his hands.  Better seeing other gay and lesbian
couples of all ages doing the same thing.  We went into a restaurant on
Christopher Street, got a window table and watched as we ate.  There was
one family group, two men and a boy about Ton-Ton's age sitting near us.  I
heard the boy call one Dad and the other Pop.
     "That'll be us one day," Joe said.
     "Hope so, I still want you to make me a grandfather," Mr. Werner said
and we laughed.
     From there we took a cab back to the hotel.
     And again used both beds for their proper uses.

     I don't know if you remember but the day I went to my first baseball
game at Skyland Park Joe told us that his father considered basketball the
only real sport.  While we still played with our friends at the Y on a
semi-regular basis I'd never become very good but gained an appreciation
for how hard and rough the game could be.  President's Day found the four
men in the party at Madison Square Garden for the "they should be world
champion" Knicks vs the "barely more than a semi-pro team" Clippers.
     For most of the game the teams proved Mr. Werner right.  Then they
switched places and the Clippers almost made up a huge deficit only to fall
short due to a very late surge.  I had never heard Mr. Werner use such
language.  I almost covered Greg's ears, and then almost fell off the chair
laughing at that thought.
     When we got back to the hotel it was time to finish packing while we
waited for Mrs.  Werner to get back from someplace called 5th Avenue.
Mr. Werner gave her a strange look when she arrived empty handed.
     "Bell hop has them dear, and he'll be up in five minutes for these
bags.  It was a wonderful afternoon.  Love you dear."  She then gave
Mr. Werner a quick peck on the cheek and went into the bathroom.
     "There went you college education boys," Mr. Werner said.
     I think he was kidding.

Celebration Two

     As important as my first anniversary with Joe was another, really more
important, first anniversary was coming up at the end of March.  The day
that Stya picked Fido up at the mall.  To be honest it's really hard to
believe that it's only been one year.  My life has changed so much in the
year-and-a-half since my fourteenth birthday, but especially since Stya and
I met.
     I mean I can't even remember the last time I referred to myself as
"Fido."  Even thought about "him."  But, to be fair to Fido, if it wasn't
for him I wouldn't be where I am now.  I don't know where I'd be, but it
really doesn't matter.  Does it?

     The limo dropped me off at home and Stya and I hugged when he opened
the door.  After I gave him a complete, well almost complete, account of
the weekend and gave him his presents I brought the subject up.
     "How many parties do you want boy?" Stya asked.
     "As many as I can get, besides this one would be our party.  Don't you
like the idea?"
     "Love it, in fact Eric and I were talking about it over the weekend.
Ton-Ton went over the top when he heard us talking, wanting to know if Eric
remembered when they'd met."
     "Did he?"
     "'May we have the calendar please?'  Was Ton-Ton pissed."
     "Do you?" I asked.
     "Friday, March 26, 1999.  Although it was Saturday by the time we got
back here."
     "So we have the party on that day?"
     "Family and friends, no sex," Stya said.
     Dad and I spent the rest of the day making plans, preparing the guest
list, changing the menu, cutting the guest list when we remembered that
while it might be technically spring by then the weather could still be
winter.  By the time we were finished this party looked a lot like my
birthday party, no not the one at the "Super Andy's Skate Park." Except we
had some fancier dishes since this was Stya's party too.
     From the time I got home from school that Friday till it was time to
shower and dress on Saturday I did nothing but clean the house.  Next time
I'm going to get Dad to use some of that child support money on a cleaning
service.  He's a bachelor, I'm a teenager, we are not neat people by
temperament.  Not slobs mind you, the vacuum does make
appearances...occasionally.
     Anyway, by three I was back downstairs in my suit ready for the guests
to arrive.  Eric and Ton-Ton were the first to arrive and the youngster
jumped into my arms and gave me a big kiss before I could close the door.
     "Down tiger, later," I said when he finally broke.
     "Later?  Promise?"  Ton-Ton said.
     "We'll see what our Dad's have in mind for after the party.  And Joe."
     "But I'm horny," Ton-Ton whispered and we laughed.
     The doorbell rang and I gladly put the boy down.  By the time the
doorbell stopped ringing the house was full.  We had invited Lamont and
family but they'd had other plans.  Or so they said, I think the idea made
them uneasy.  Which I guess I can understand.
     Not too many presents this time, but I doubt there's any guidelines
for this kind of party.  Didn't really care though, it's not like I need
anything.  We live well within Stya's earnings and the child support is
there for whatever else comes up.

     Four hours after Eric and Ton-Ton rang the doorbell it was down to the
four of us and Joe.  The house was clean again and the trash was outside
waiting for pickup.  Joe, Ton-Ton and I were in the den watching television
when Dad called us in.
     Eric and Dad were sitting on the couch when we entered, holding hands
and looking nervous.
     "Something wrong Dad?" I asked.
     "No, look the three of you sit down, we've got to talk about
something."
     We sat on the floor with Joe to my left and Ton-Ton to the right so he
was in front of his father.  Stya and Eric looked at each other, Eric gave
Stya a kiss on the cheek, smiled and nodded.
     Stya sighed.  "Son, Ton-Ton, Joe, this maybe a little hard but as you
can see it's a little hard for us to say."
     "Is everybody, everything OK,?" Joe blurted.
     "Yes, everything's wonderful," Eric said.  "Oh, look, Stya and I have
fallen in love and we've decided that we're going to move in together,
merge households, make one big loving family."
     Silence, dead silence fell.  If there was anything being said or done
I didn't know it.  Not sure I was even breathing.  What the hell was Dad
doing to me?
     "What the hell are you doing to me?" I yelled.  I was on my feet
shaking, not knowing how I got there.
     "I'm not doing anything to you.  This will be better for everybody.
Eric and Ton-Ton have been practically living here anyway except for school
nights.  And we hate not being together those nights."
     "But, but," I couldn't get the words out.  I realized that Ton-Ton was
crying too.
     "Don't you want me to be your brother?" he said.
     That startled me, but it wasn't important to me.  "But what about us
Dad?"
     Stya opened his arms and I sat on his lap while Eric slipped onto the
floor and pulled Ton- Ton into his arms.  Stya patted the couch next to him
and Joe jumped there so fast he almost sat on top of Dad's hand.
     "Son, you know I love you.  That your security, well-being, health and
most importantly happiness is the most important thing in the world to me.
I would never hurt you or Joe."
     "I know Stya," Joe said as he took my hand.
     I hugged Dad's neck and started crying.  I knew Dad was telling the
truth.  But I was nervous, scared.  I stopped crying but didn't move,
trying to think.  I knew and liked Eric, loved Ton-Ton even though he could
be a pain at times.  What was bothering me?
     "Jon?" It was Eric.
     "Yes?"
     "I'm not your stepmother.  I'm not here to take your Dad away from
you, hurt you like she did.  I want, your Dad and I want this to be a happy
family.  A normal, happy, fun loving family.  I love you Jon, maybe not as
much as Stya does, and I never want to have sex with you, but I love you
and want you to be part of my family.  Do you understand."
     I listened, thought, nodded and hugged Dad tighter.
     "Do you love me Stya?"  Ton-Ton asked.
     "I've loved you since the day we met.  You're a very special boy and I
want you as part of my family."
     "Where are you going to move?" Joe said, and I heard something in his
voice.
     "You can't take me away from Joe," I said.
     Stya laughed and ruffled my hair, "you think I'd try and do something
that silly?"  He kissed both our foreheads.  Eric and Ton-Ton are going to
move in here, and that won't be till after schools over.  In the fall he'll
join you at the Academy."
     "What about Jeff?  He was counting on me to be with him in school,"
Ton-Ton said.
     "We talked Dr. Montoya and his wife, told him how going to the Academy
really helped Jon's transition this year so it looks like he'll be going
there as well," Eric said.
     I leaned back against Stya.  I guessed that if I'd grown up normally I
would have expected this.  It was what I wanted for Joe and me one day.  I
turned to Ton-Ton.
     "We're going to be brothers, not lovers.  We may have sex when we both
want it.  There are going to be times when Joe and I want to be alone.  You
understand little bro?"
     "I understand big bro.  I try not to be horny everyday."
     "We've got to get this kid his own boyfriend," Joe said, and Ton-Ton
stuck out his tongue.


Epilogue

     The events you've just finished reading took place a month ago.
Tomorrow I go back to school after April vacation.  The five of us, Eric,
Ton-Ton, Stya, Joe and me, went out to Bolder, Colorado for meetings on the
library.
     What I took along to read was the entire two hundred pages of my
story, and I read it twice.  There were glorious moments, and those that
made me cry and want to crawl into my Dad's lap.
     But the best thing I discovered was that I'm not special, or at least
different any more.  I'm just your typical teenage boy living a normal
suburban teenagers life.  And I love it.
     Well, what I'm slowly getting around to saying is that this is the end
of the Mall Punk series.  If something really special happens sometime in
my future I might fill you in.  But until then, I hope you've enjoyed Stya
and my stories.
     Just one final word before I let you go.  If you know somebody like me
or Ton-Ton or Jeff who is being abused in any way please do something about
it.  Give them support, encourage them to get out and give them a place to
go.  If they won't do that...then call the cops for them.  You're not doing
them a favor by believing them that "everything's OK," or that "they're
fine with the way things are and please don't call the cops."
     Thanks for reading.  I hope you find the happiness I have.

Author's Epilogue

     There were times I never thought this day would come but as he has so
many times these last four years Jon "spoke" to me and said it was time to
end the series.  I asked him if there were any last stories he wanted to
tell, somehow wrap everything up.  He just smiled and shook his head, and I
realized how much he's grown from the boy at the mall I created back then
and knew he was right.  Will there be more?  I tend to doubt it but I've
learned never to say never.
     I want to thank all of you who've followed Jon and Stya's tale over
the years, especially since you never knew when the next part would come
out.  I especially want to thank those of you who've written to me and told
me how much you've liked it, connected to it, and yes even gotten off on
them.
     I would like to thank the various sites that have posted Mall Punk,
especially nifty.org and wish them continued long life.  Because I do have
other stories floating around the net and kicking around my brain.  I would
really like to thank Cody, Justin, Kyle, Erik, Dick, Dave and Trey for
their support and love.  One day in the real world guys.
     My other series will be continuing and who knows what new ideas will
pop up.
     See you on the net.
     Sid Gittler