Date: Wed, 1 Jan 2003 21:45:56 EST
From: Sidg0714@cs.com
Subject: Mall Punk-Update 01/01/03

This story is a complete work of fiction.  None of the places are real,
especially Peckertown, AR.  None of the events are real.  The story
includes a very brief non-sexual appearance by Aaron Carter and Haley Joel
Osment and nothing is to be construed about their real sexuality by it.
The story does include teen-teen gay sex so if that's not your thing then
either leave or skip that section.  For those fans of the Mall Punk series
who thought I'd ended it forever, well so did I but Jon did warn you that
he might pop up again.  All comments to SidG0714@cs.com

Mall Punk:  Update 1/1/03
By Sid G (c) 2003

	Hi everybody.  Yes it's me, Jonathan Sorrel for the first time in
way long, almost three years I guess.  Things have been really cool but I
just reread my story and decided it was time.  Hope you don't mind.
	This is really the second time I've started to write a new chapter.
The first time was right after 9/11.  I figured you'd want to know how we
all were since Longston isn't far from New York City and with Sorrel
Industries' interests all over the place.  Somehow that report died.  No,
that isn't right.  I stopped writing it because it didn't feel right.  Hope
that doesn't happen again but it is a good place to start now.
	Short and sweet everybody you've read about made it through that
nightmare.  Sorrel's offices in the city are midtown so out of danger.
Lamont and Joe's Dad had a couple of investment bankers in the office that
morning whose offices were in the south tower so I guess you can say they
saved their lives.  Lamont got a kick out of that idea when I told him.
	But yes some of our school friends lost parents in the disaster and
it really brought the Academy closer together as we rallied to their aide.
We did have a momentary panic because when Tony and Barton left for school
Mr. Finch was scheduled to go to a meeting at the World Trade Center
complex but we quickly found out that the meeting had been canceled right
before he left the house so he'd gone to his own office in Newark, NJ
instead.  Tony was in Joe and my class when we heard and he was panicking
until he heard.  Don't blame him.  I was nervous until I heard Stya and
Lamont's voices.

	When I stopped writing Eric and Ton-Ton were getting ready to move
in despite my rather embarrassing behavior when Stya and Eric told us.
It's really worked out well and really seems so normal and natural.
Ton-Ton's grown and matured though he hasn't found a steady boyfriend yet.
The two of us have sex periodically and sometimes he joins in with me and
Joe and those sessions are enjoyable for all of us.  Even brought him and
his current boyfriend to the New Year's Eve party at Barton and Tony's last
night but I'll get to that later.
	And we're talking about moving to a new house in town.  Joe's
parents are looking at a bigger, ritzier house in the New Mt. Bev section
of town because of the entertaining demands of his job as president of
Sorrel Industries.  Don't think we'll get that fancy but someplace closer
to them and will give us more room too.  Looked at this one place with a
covered pool in the back plus a huge furnished basement with a pool table
and a huge screen TV.  If we do move I'll miss this house but have all the
good memories.
	Besides, I can always drive by in my car.  Yes I'm seventeen now
with my drivers license.  Lamont brought me my own car and one for Joe as
well when he turned seventeen.  They're really hot and fast with every
feature a teenaged boy of any and all sexual orientations would drool for.
Plus it has some special safety and security features befitting the sons of
two wealthy important men.  Don't worry, no Bond features like built in
machine guns.
	Not that many people know that Lamont's my real father but it's
been clear since Joe and I were outed that we are "close cousins" so its
almost the same security risks.  In fact after 9/11 he insisted on Joe,
Greg, Ton-Ton and I using a company car with bodyguard-driver to go to and
from school and he was always available if we had to go someplace.  Of
course we weren't the only ones at school with that arrangement.

	Right before school started in 2001 we were introduced to two new
friends who are sort of the reason I decided to write this.  If you've been
reading Marc Fogel's tales from Peckertown, Arkansas called 'Arkansas
Vacation' that are also in nifty.org you've met Chris and Dashby Scott.  If
you don't know that series several years ago Arkansas lowered the age of
consent laws and Peckertown became boy-lover heaven.
	There are times as I read that series or talk to Chris and Dashby
that I wonder how my life would have been if I'd made my way down there
instead of whoring around the Longston Mall.  I'd heard of Peckertown, even
seen some ads on the Internet but something kept me from making the move.
Thank God.
	Thank God not because of what happened to Chris but because I
wouldn't have the life I have now.  Though I guess Dashby never imagined
his either.  Dashby ended up down there when his father caught him having
sex with his basketball coach and threw him out of the house and got the
coach fired.  He and the coach headed down to Peckertown.  The coach sent
him out to whore while he spent the money on other boys until he finally
split a step ahead of loan sharks.  At least we think a step ahead.
	Dashby ended up getting a bellhop job at one of the hotels there
and then met Chris when he arrived.  Chris was from a town near Longston
with a well deserved rep for being anti-gay; hell it was the last town in
the area to have African-Americans living in it.  When Chris realized he
was gay he waited until his parents left him alone while they went on
vacation and then split for Peckertown.
	A guest staying at the hotel asked Dashby if he knew any boy named
Scott and since Chris was using his last name only Dashby hooked them up.
To keep a long story mercifully short the guy was really looking for
another boy but decided to use Scott as a way to get at the other boy.
Chris ended up a eunuch and they had to remove his balls completely.  He's
undergoing hormone replacement therapy so he'll grow and develop normally
but sexually he's a total bottom now, and good at it.
	The really cool thing was when his parents returned home and found
the note they rushed down to Peckertown and not only brought him home but
when Chris asked Dashby they agreed to bring Dashby into their home too.
They moved to Longston and go to the Academy too.  Oh, and Mr. Scott is one
of Lamont's divisional presidents which is how we got hooked up before
school started.
	Which leads us to last New Year's Eve.  The Scott's were taking a
trip and offered to take the boys with them but Chris wanted to go back to
Peckertown and see the people there who were important to him.  He and
Dashby asked Joe and I to go with them and after all the parents got
together and worked out the details it was a go.
	We flew down on New Year's Eve in a company jet to Little Rock and
were met by Mr. Kevin, as Dashby calls him, the manager of the In-Boy-Inn
where Dashby worked and who we would be staying with.  At his house not the
inn.  After we dropped off our bags and freshened up we went to a party at
Marc Fogel and his young lover Daniel's house.  It was a great party with
lots of other gay boy and man-boy couples who really loved each other.  And
while some of the boys had whored most were in business for themselves or
worked a legitimate job, some were even richer than Joe and they were all
cool.
	One interesting episode was when Marc came over and even though
he'd opened the door Joe sort of went into defense mode.  But let me have
Marc tell you what happened:

	Hello, this is Marc Fogel and I'm honored that Jon asked to use my
version of what happened at the party.  I hope you've read at least some of
my Arkansas Vacation tales so you know some of the other characters.  I
used to live near Longston, NJ before I moved to Peckertown several years
ago...

	All the pre-midnight arrivals were there so I looked for my
boyfriend and found him talking with Paulo.  Anand was sitting at his
master cum lover's feet in the proper position but the twins weren't
around.  I fixed myself a plate, grabbed a beer and joined my guests.  I
noticed Orin and Bruce talking to the new boys from Longston, NJ and walked
over to join them.  Two really mature, smart kids and not at all spoiled.
	As I approached I noticed Joe Werner going into the same kind of
defense posture as Roger does with Benjy.  Orin must have noticed it
because he reintroduced me as soon as I was close.  Jon leaned over,
whispered something into Joe's ear before kissing his cheek.
	Jon and I looked at each other for a few minutes, trying to see if
we recognized each other from New Jersey.  Longston was an upper
middle-class town with a real rich section and all single-family homes near
where I'd lived.
	Only place to go was the Longston Mall for shopping and a movie.  I
tried remembering if I'd seen him slumming there instead of the Far Hills
Mall, a lot ritzier.
	"Once," Jon mouthed and it came back to me.  Young kid in a leather
jacket and jeans gave me a great blowjob in Macy's bathroom late one night.
	"You?"
	"Long story, why Joe is the way he is at times."
	I nodded, "Been here long enough I've heard most of the
variations."
	"Uncle, do you want to include us?" Orin said.
	"No," Jon and I said.
	I felt Joe staring at me and turned to him.  "Can you help me in
the kitchen for a second?"  I turned and hoped he'd follow.
	I got the super condensed version of Jon's life and I explained Jon
and mine encounter.
	"Marc can I ask you a question that's been bugging me?" Joe asked
when I'd finished.
	"And I'll answer it honestly."
	Joe nodded, "I can understand your wanting to get a blowjob from a
sexy young boy like Jon was then.  Don't blame you either."
	"But why didn't I try and help him besides giving him forty
dollars?"
	"Yes.  It's something I've never understood.  He lived there for
all that time and nobody called the cops, dragged him to the police
substation in the mall.  Even when he wondering around when he should have
been in school."
	"Now I don't know how close my encounter was to his foster dad
picking him up.  It was after a late movie and I asked if he wanted to come
to my apartment and spend the night.  He turned me down, and I don't know
why.  If he'd said yes maybe all our lives would have been different."
	Joe nodded and shrugged.
	"I didn't go to the cops or drag him to them because I didn't know
the whole story.  All I saw was a punk boy who for all I knew turned me
down because his folks were at the other end of the mall shopping.  I'd
like to think if I'd known that he was a runaway I'd have done something
more.  I know I would now because except for the money a lot of the boys
here have similar stories of physical and sexual abuse before coming here.
Does that help?"
	Joe moved his gaze from a spot in front of his feet to my face.  I
moved over and put my arm around his shoulders.  He hesitated before laying
his head on my chest.
	"It helps.  Sort of hoped for that answer really and not just 'I
got my rocks off, paid the slut and why should I care.'"
	"There were those too love," Jon said approaching us, "others like
Marc who I sensed would care more.  But I wasn't ready to trust.  Hadn't
met you yet and without you I could never have trusted Stya.  And nobody
I've met since my fourteenth birthday has treated me anywhere close to what
those three bastards did."
	Joe moved over to Jon and they hugged.
	"I'm going to see the rest of my guests, come out when you're
ready," I said.
	"Come out?  Lord you don't know how out we are already," Joe said
and the boys giggled.
	I just shook my head...

	It's Jon again and I think his conversation with Marc really helped
Joe with that piece of the puzzle.
	As the clock neared midnight they turned the TV on to a local boy
run channel with a live special featuring Powersound, that really hot hard
rock boy band.  There were other singing acts and they all came out for the
countdown and then broke out in Auld Lang Syne.  All of a sudden they
pulled the hoods off of two of another groups backup singers and it was
Aaron Carter and Haley Joel Osment.  And then the two young stars came to
the party and I got to meet them.  They're as cute and cool as can be and
very much in love with each other.
	We spent a few more days there and saw some of the different clubs
and shows.  Joe and I are even thinking of buying a townhouse down there
because of how easy it is for boys to be gay there and not so we can buy
some sexual variety.  Not the worst benefit though.

	That was a year ago, time has flown fast this year.  Great Uncle
Paul had a stroke over the summer but he's getting better but is using a
wheelchair almost full time now.  My brother Peter's working for the Sorrel
Foundation and is still sober.  He also has a girlfriend, and a boyfriend.
We kept the season tickets for the Sussex Cardinals and went to a lot of
games and I talk with Ru a lot.  Dr. Montoya and his wife adopted Jeff and
he's made a lot of progress since Stya and I found him.
	Joe and I are in our junior year at Longston Academy and beginning
to think about college.  Finding a school with a good architecture and
business schools.  Hopefully we can find one nearby that we can both get
into since we are not going to be separated and I don't want to move that
far away from Stya.

	But I said I'd tell you about the party last night.  There were two
parties and the first one was at school and was sponsored by the Gay and
Straight Student Alliance and the Student Council.  We got them to open it
to Ton-Ton's grade and up and the place was packed.  Joe and I were on the
entertainment committee and we hired a great band and a DJ for between
sets.  The school catered the refreshments and they went all out and not
just chips and dips.
	At midnight we counted down the ball and everybody kissed their
dates and nobody gave a thought if it was straight or gay, though the
couple of three ways did get a look.
	After that we headed over to Barton and Tony's for the first orgy
of the New Year.  And before you even ask there isn't a drop of alcohol in
that house now.  Barton says his parents don't even drink at restaurants in
front of them.  Tony really appreciates that says their sacrifice makes him
work even harder.
	Anyways there were about twenty gay boys from about thirteen to
eighteen in the procession and I think Ton-Ton and Frankie his boyfriend
were the most excited.  Mr. Finch let us in and we headed straight
downstairs.  The floor was covered with mats and sleeping bags.  The
refrigerator was stocked with soda, juice and snacks.
	Along the back wall we dropped our clothes.
	"Friends, tonight we not only welcome the New Year but two new
members," Barton said, "Ton-Ton and Frankie please step forward and kneel
to be initiated."
	Joe and I nodded to the boys and they followed instructions and
were soon surrounded by the rest of us.
	"You will each begin sucking the boy in front of you.  Every three
minutes the bell will ring and you'll move one to the left and keep going
to every member has fed you his first load of the evening.  Commence,"
Barton said and fed his cock down Ton-Ton's mouth.
	It took two times around before the first load was deposited but
after that it went quickly.  I was the last one to feed my little brother a
load and when done we kissed deeply and I tasted all the loads he'd taken.
I swirled the cum onto my tongue and then let it trail down his smooth
chest until I reached his groin with the little patch of hair over his hard
cock.  I swallowed the cock and coated it with the cum as I got it even
harder.
	Finally I pulled off and onto my back.  "Fuck me bro."
	He kissed Frankie deeply before lifting my legs and aiming his cock
at my hole and quickly sliding in.  Frankie squatted over my face and fed
me his cock and then I saw Joe feeding Frankie his.
	What a hot scene to start the party with even without my cock being
touched.  So I started stroking myself only to have Terry knock it away and
start blowing me.  I shut my eyes and reveled in the sensations so I'm not
sure if anybody else joined in though I'm sure with the break Terry took
that somebody entered his tight ass.
	We went slowly, taking our time and enjoying the building heat in
our crotches.  It's always special having sex with Ton-Ton, not the love
and romance I feel with Joe but a different kind of love and despite the
progress to normalcy that my brother and I have made there are times sex is
still the way we best communicate love.
	The pace picked up all around all through me and I knew a big
climax was fast approaching.  I opened my eyes to see Barry rimming Joe.
	"Big brother I'm going to fill you with my love right now," Ton-Ton
screamed and filled my insides, which brought a huge chain reaction from
all involved.  I even felt Barry's cum covering my face.  Minutes later we
were collapsed in a big pile as we collapsed under the orgasmic high.
	The party and the sex kept going for a few more hours until we were
all sexed out and then we partnered back up and slipped into our sleeping
bags.  Joe and I kissed for a while and listened as the whispers and kisses
turned to sleep.
	"I love you Joe Werner," I said.
	"I love you Jonathon Sorrel."

	Wow, I can't believe I got it done this time.  Not as detailed as
some other chapters but this was just meant to be an update and as I said
the last time there just isn't anything in my life that exciting to talk
about.  Well except for us leaving for Boulder later today for the
dedication of the Swiftwater Library.
	Will there be more reports in the future?  I have a feeling there
may be, especially if you guys write and say you want more.  Take care,
enjoy and Happy New Year 2003.