Date: Sat, 11 Oct 1997 22:45:10 -0400
From: Sid G <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Mall Punk Part 8

     Due to overwhelming demand, I hope, here is the next part of
the story.  It includes sexual incidents between consenting boys
and between a boy and a man.  The first seven parts are posted to
www.nifty.org in the gay/adult-youth section.  The characters and
incidents are 100% fictitious.  If you are underage, do not like
this kind of story or its illegal in your part of the world,
please leave.
     Yeah, right.

                            Mall Punk:  Part 8
                            Jon and Joe's Story

     I watched Jon as he washed the dishes after supper.  Yes, I
know all reference to meals so far has been either going out or 
being delivered.  Since I can't sing Broadway tunes and don't
have abs of steel I learned how to cook to attract attractive
men.  Tonight I made Jon's favorite dish.  Now you might think
the son of the richest man in the county would have extravagant
tastes beyond my abilities.  However, I will have you know that
he considered my meat loaf and fries the best he had ever tasted.
     We headed into the living room and my lover and foster son
went to turn the TV on.
     "Hold on Jon, let's talk first."
     I watched him as he walked over to the couch, his sleek
hairless body covered only in a pair of running shorts.
     "What's up Stya, everything OK?"
     "I told you before, I'm so proud of you and the way you
responded today.  Your response to the other kids and willingness
to play basketball tomorrow were more than I hoped for.  The way
you responded to Joe," I stopped as he started giggling.
     "I thought that's where you were headed.  You want to know
about me and Joe."  
     He said it as a statement but I answered anyway, "Yes I do,
but only if you want to.  I don't want to risk hurting your
friendship with him."
     "You come first," he leaned over and we kissed.  "I met Joe
at the mall shortly before Christmas.  I had my hair red and
green in a kind of holiday swirl, my clothes were in better shape
than when we met and while I was calling myself Fido then I
didn't have the leash attached to the collar that night."
     "Not in the spirit of the season?"  I asked lightly.
     Jon pondered this, "I guess, never really thought about why
I put it away for those few weeks, especially since I never
considered myself part of any religion.  With the way I'd been
treated I doubted if God even existed.
     "Anyway, I was standing near Santa Claus and watching all
the little kids getting their picture taken.  One little boy was
sitting on his lap and pointed over to me. 'Is that one of your
elves Santa,' he asked.  Santa turned, pointed to me and I did my
best Ho Ho Ho."
     "That was nice."
     "That's what Joe said when he walked over a few minutes
later.  It was his younger brother on Santa's lap.  I said no
sweat and he said he had to go.  The next time was the Friday
night after Christmas.  I was sitting on the floor at the same
spot when Joe walked up and said hello.  We started talking and
walking.  When we got to the food court he wanted to go in but I
told him I was out of money.  He treated, by that time I had told
him I was a throw-a-way and he said I could crash at his place."
     "That was nice of him," I said.
     "It was easy getting kids to do it the first time, Joe let
me stay as often as he could.  President's Day weekend his
parents and brother took off.  He stayed behind because of a big
school project and I stayed from Friday till Monday afternoon. 
That was really special.  Anyway, we got to his house and his
parents were too busy talking on the phone to notice me walking
up the stairs while Joe went into the kitchen.  By the time he
joined me in his room I had my jacket, shirt and shoes off
                                  *******
     "I have my own bathroom, do you want to take a shower?"  Joe
asked pointing at one of the other doors in the room.
     "If you don't mind, you want to join me?."
     Joe blushed, "No thanks, throw your pants out and I'll put
them in the wash."
     "Why wait?"  I took my pants off and handed him my shirt as
well, "That's it, no socks or underwear."
     I watched his eyes as he scanned my body, stopping at my
cock.  I smiled when his eyes met mine.  "I'll try not to make a
mess."
     Ten minutes later I heard his bathroom door open and close. 
Joe's body was barely visible through the steamed glass.  Finally
he opened the door and slipped in with me.
     "I decided to take you up on your offer.  Our clothes are in
the washer."
     "So since are clothes are getting cleaned together you
figured we should too."
     "Something like that," Joe said.
     By this point I had crashed with a bunch of other boys. 
Most were just willing to give me a place to sleep and some food. 
Others wanted to take me up on offers of sex.  A few were brazen. 
Most were like Joe and waited to make sure my hints were real.  I
reached over and put my hand on his moist chest and rubbed soap
over it.
     "Like something else as well?"  I asked.  Joe stood there as
I continued to soap his entire chest and legs, staying away from
his groin.
     "You missed a spot," he said.
     "It's not ready to be washed, its much too soft."  
     I took it in one hand and started stroking it while the
other hand soaped his back and ass.  He quivered as I slipped the
bar into his crack.  After I rinsed all the soap off his body I
let go of his rigid rod, put the soap down and sank to my knees.
     "You don't have to do this Fido," it was the only name he
knew me by.
     "Fido wants to suck Joe's cock," I said.  Without waiting
for a response I inhaled his hard five and a half inches and ran
my tongue around it.  I started bobbing my head back and forth in
a slow rhythm and felt some precum drop onto my tongue.  Joe
started running his fingers through my hair, the last of the
green dye coming off onto his fingers.  I felt him getting closer
and closer, his breathing got heavier.  
     Without warning he pulled out of my mouth and shot a huge
load all over my face and chest.  I stuck my tongue out to lick
his dripping cum from my face.
     "Now I'll wash that last spot," I said while I grabbed the
soap.
     "Don't bother, I think it'll be getting sweaty again very
soon."
     Joe pulled me up off my knees till we were face to face. 
Taking a chance I leaned forward and we kissed lightly.  Joe
turned the shower off and handed me a towel as we stepped out. 
He had turned the heat up so the room was really comfortable.  I
took the spread off the bed while he went down to put the clothes
in the dryer.  He dropped the towel from around his waist on
reentering the room, turned the lights down and slipped onto the
bed with me.
     "That was fun Fido, that's the first time I've ever been
sucked," Joe whispered.
     I let my fingers run down his chest and looked into his
eyes.  His eyes said what he wanted and I pushed him onto his
back and lay on top of him.  The heat of our joined bodies
hardened our cocks.
     "If I go too far or too fast you tell me, understand?"
     Joe smiled and nodded.  My mouth dove for his left nipple
and I started sucking on it, it got erect instantly.  As my lips
and tongue alternated between the tiny breasts my left hand held
me in place while my right stroked Joe's silky smooth body. 
After a while I started licking down his chest until I came to a
rock hard cock.  Ignoring it I went back up and brought his lips
to mine for some serious kissing.  When we broke Joe pushed me
onto my back and started stroking my cock.  
     I put my hand on top of his, "You don't have to reciprocate. 
You've done enough for me already tonight."
     "I want to do this, I've wanted to do this with someone for
a long time but I'm too scared to talk about it with my friends. 
My other friends I mean."
     "I know what you mean, and its OK I understand," and moved
my hand away from his.  
     While I might have been his first sex partner it was clear
Joe had spent a lot of time jerking off.  His hand was like
velvet on my throbbing cock, gentle rhythmic strokes.  When he
felt I was close he put his head on my shoulder and we watched my
load spurt out.  The second shot hit me on the chin and as I
slowly subsided he wiped it off with his fingers, gently rubbing
my sperm between them.
     "Thanks Joe, that was the best hand job I've gotten in a
long time."
     "Your welcome Fido," for some reason we both started
giggling with that.  Our laughing didn't stop until I grabbed his
still hard cock.
     "Time for one more before bed?" I asked.
     "You really can say no to this Fido, you don't have to feel
obligated but I would really like to," he stopped, his face deep
red.
     "You want to fuck my ass?"
     He nodded.
     "You have something like Vaseline to lubricate your cock
with?  It'll make it easier for both of us."
     After a couple of minutes of clattering around the bathroom
he emerged with a little jar.  His rod was sticking straight out.
     "I'm going to get into the doggy position.  Wet your finger
with the Vaseline and push it into my hole and loosen it up a
little."  I waited and he did it, "That's good Joe, oh yeah real
good, now take some on your other hand and put a light coating on
your cock.  Tell me when your ready."
     I heard him fumbling but his finger felt so good in my chute
that he could have taken forever.
     "I'm ready."
     "OK, take your finger out and spread my ass cheeks apart," I
felt him move and the next thing I knew his tip was next to my
hole.
     "Won't this hurt you?"
     "No, this isn't my first time and my ass is broken in.  Just
push in slowly but steadily and we'll be fine."
     Joe did as instructed and I soon felt his balls slap against
my butt.  "Now fuck me man, slide back and forth like my love
canals your fist."
     If it was is first time he was a natural.  Good steady
movements, the cock head never fully coming out.  I don't know
how long he kept that pace but he slowly picked it up and I was
getting turned on without even touching my cock.
     "Oh shit, oh shit, oh fucking shit," Joe cried and I felt
his cum shoot up my ass.  It was a huge load that kept coming and
coming.
     When I felt he was spent I collapsed on his bed with his
slowly softening penis still in me.  "Shit your a natural ass
fucker Joe, I mean it."
     "Come on, you probably say that to every kid."
     "This time I mean it.  Any time you can let me crash here
I'll be available for you."
     "I'm sure there'll be other times.  But don't you think
you'll go home some day?"
     I kissed him, "It's time for sleep, OK?"  He took the hint,
turned off the light.
                                  *******
     Jon stopped talking and I realized that I had been rubbing
my crotch so hard that a wet spot was growing fast, and Jon's
cock was straining his shorts.  I got off the couch and pulled
his shorts off and then took mine off as well.  Jon lay down on
the couch and I climbed on top of him.  Our lips met and locked. 
His tongue dancing its way in to my mouth.  Four hands rubbed
whatever naked, sweaty skin they could reach.  
     At least five minutes later I broke the kiss and slid onto
the floor, looked into his eyes and saw love and joy in his eyes. 
Without a word, without waiting I took his long, hard boy cock
into my mouth and started sucking on it.
     "Oh yeah Stya, that feels so fucking hot," his outside hand
grabbed my hair and made sure I kept on the job.  "Keep doing it,
this isn't going to take long.  I'm going to shoot this load
right down your throat."
     That made me work harder and faster, everything in me wanted
to taste my lover's cum.  This time neither one of us wanted it
to last.
     "Shit, it feels so good, I love you," with that we both shot
our loads.  Mine soaking the coach, his filling my stomach.
     When I was finished swallowing and licking his flaccid cock
clean I pulled him off the coach and onto my lap.
     "I love you too," we hugged and then he reached for the
remote control.  I took it from him and turned on a high school
basketball game on local cable, told Jon to watch and learn.
                                  *******
     After the game was over we headed up to my bedroom.  My
fourteen year old lover snuggled onto my chest as I ran my
fingers through his hair.  He looked into my eyes.
     "You want to hear any more stories?"
     "Up to you, and I mean it," I hesitated.  "If you want to
though you can tell me about the weekend at Joe's."
     Jon convulsed with laughter, his naked body flailing around. 
He almost fell off the bed at one point but I grabbed him in
time.  I did the only thing I could think of to calm him down.  I
grabbed him and kissed him long and hard.
     When he finally caught his breath he smiled at me.  "That
was good, I don't have too tell you anything else, but tell me
about that weekend.  Man, I haven't laughed that hard ever.
     "Well, gee thanks," I pretended that my feelings were hurt.
     "Don't cry, Jonny's got a bed time story for you.  Now lay
down next to me and I'll begin."
     "Are there scary monsters in it?"
     "Nothing that your hero can't handle."
     "OK Uncle Jon, tell me your story."
     "I don't know now if your old enough to hear it."
     "Please, oh pretty please with a blow job on top."
     "Fine, but if you get scared let me know.  After that first
time I crashed at Joe's almost every week, never less than every
other week.  His parents or younger brother never seemed to
notice or care.  As I said came President's Birthday weekend he
was supposed to go away with his family.  At first he was just
going to leave the door unlocked for me so I had some place to
stay.  Then he got handed this big school project due right after
the holiday and talked his parents into letting him stay home
alone.  I gathered it didn't take too much persuading.  I was in
the backyard when they pulled away.  Joe opened the back door and
I ran in."
                                  *******
     Our lips met and I felt Joe's hands fumbling at my pants so
mine went for the band of his sweatpants and started pulling them
down.  Nothing underneath.  Joe stepped out of his while he was
lowering my pants to the ground.  I pulled the tee shirt off him
and he unzipped my jacket.  He gasped when he saw naked flesh
underneath.  I figured this would turn him on so I'd dumped my
filthy shirt in the garbage.
     Joe's mouth dived for my nipples, he started licking and
sucking on them right there in the family room with the back door
still open.  A cold gust of air swept in and brought us back to
reality.
     "Do you mind staying like that Fido?"
     "Not at all Joe, I'm glad you like the look.  There's one
more touch I'd like to give it."
     "What?"
     "I want to shave."
     "You don't have a beard yet, what are you talking about?"
     "Not my face, the rest of me."
     "Your pits?"
     "And crotch, I want to be as hairless as a baby."
     "Can I watch?"  Joe asked.
     "You can help if you want.  I would like that, especially
around my balls."
     Joe closed the door, took my hand and led me upstairs to his
parents bathroom.   Joe started filling their deep Jacuzzi style
tub with warm water.
     "Get in, my father always shaves right after showering.  He
says it's easier to shave with a moist beard."
     I got in, closed my eyes and relaxed as the water swirled up
my body.  I heard the water stop so I grabbed a bar of soap and
washed.  After emptying the dirty water I turned on the faucets
at a little warmer temperature and got out of the tub.  Joe gave
me a questioning look and I smiled in return.
     "I've got the shaving cream and a new razor Fido.  Where do
you want to start."
     "Name it?"
     "Chest and pits."
     We took turns putting the foam on, boy was it tough not
letting it get out of hand.  I handled the shaving though.  It
took about fifteen minutes to get everything shaved except around
my crotch.  
     "You sure you want to do this?"  Joe asked.
     "I'm sure.  Look you have a right to know this and I want to
tell somebody," Joe put the razor down and sat on the toilet.  He
nodded.
     "There are some nights when I sell my body to men.  It's
easy money for me.  Some times we don't even leave the mall
parking lot.  Twenty, forty dollars for a quick blow job and I've
got food money for a couple of days."
     "How does that make you feel?  It would make me feel dirty,"
Joe blushed.  "I'm sorry Fido, I didn't mean it that way."
     "Don't worry about it, I understand.  If I had a choice I
wouldn't be doing it either, but then I was raised a sex toy so
it doesn't mean the same thing to me as it does to you," I
stopped and took a deep breath.  "I just hope it doesn't ruin our
friendship."
     The hot water and lights must have had the bathroom up over
80 degrees but I was shivering with fear while I waited.  Finally
Joe stood up, walked over and hugged me tight.  For the first
time in a long time I cried.
     Joe seemed to understand and just held me till I stopped. 
His hands gently stroking my back.  Finally I picked my head off
his shoulders and tried looking him in the eyes.  I tried to say
thanks but couldn't get it out.  Joe smiled back and brought his
lips to mine.
     "I've got an idea Fido."
     I just nodded.
     "We'll put some gym shorts on, order in a pizza, watch TV,
play video games.  Let's be two friends having a nice quiet
evening.  We'll finish this up and have sex tomorrow.  Is that OK
with you?"
     "Yeah, that'll be cool."
     I followed him into his room and took the shorts he handed
me.  They were black and silver and said Oakland Raiders on one
side and the pirates emblem on the other.  I looked up and saw
Joe had already put a matching pair on.  For some reason I turned
from him to put mine on.  Turning back I saw him smiling.
     "You know Fido, those look good on you."
     "Thanks, you look good too, but let's stick to the plan. 
OK?"
     Joe nodded, "What do you like on your pizza?"
     "No mushrooms or dead fish."
     "Onion and green pepper."
     "As long as you don't complain about my breath."
     Joe turned and headed out the door.  I followed him into the
living room and watched while he ordered the pizza.  He hung up
the phone and turned.  I decided to do something I hadn't done
since I'd left home.
     "Joe, my name's Jon."
     The smile that leapt across his face had me crying again. 
Until that night I never realized what a narrow mental bridge I
was on.  We stuck to the plan and it was one of the best nights
of my life.

     It was ten the next morning before I woke up and realized
Joe wasn't in bed with me.  I sat up with a start and looked
around and saw him sitting at his desk.  As quietly as I could I
got up, walked behind him and put my hands over his eyes.
     "Guess who?"
     "JTT?"
     "No."
     "The Hansen brothers?"
     "Which one?"
     "I only get one!  That's not fair, I want all three of them,
and I'll share with you," Joe turned in the chair and pulled my
mouth to his.  "Now go have some breakfast while I do another
fifteen minutes on my report."
     It was a half hour before Joe made it downstairs.  I watched
every step from the time he turned the corner, to the
refrigerator to the chair across from me.  I compared him with
all the boys and men I had known till then and he was the most
beautiful of them all.
     "Sorry it took so long."
     "No problem, I know its important to do good in school, even
if I've never been."
     "Lucky."
     I glared at him, "Never say anything in my life is 'lucky,'
you don't know what I'd give to have your life."
     Joe sat back, "I'm sorry Jon, I guess here in Sorrel I don't
see what your life was like.  Do you want to finish up what we
started last night?"  
     The glimmer in his eye told me he wasn't just talking about
shaving.  We went back to his parent's bathroom and I jumped in
and out of the now cold Jacuzzi while Joe got everything ready. 
Once again I emptied the tub and started filling it with hot
water.  As I leaned over the tub I felt Joe's hands on my back
and ass so I stayed in position.  Finally he turned me around and
we kissed again.  
     "Let me shave first or we'll never get it done," I said.
     Joe nodded and liberally coated my groin with shaving cream. 
He picked up the razor and after gulping I nodded.  His hands
were so gentle, strokes smooth and sure.  Ten minutes after we
started I was looking at a totally hairless body in the full
length mirror.
     "Your even more beautiful and sexy," Joe whispered in my ear
as he put his arms around me.
     "Thanks, I mean thanks for helping me do it."
     "Well, shall we finally get into that tub."
     "Turn on the jets for as long as you can," I said as I
climbed in.
     The water was churning by the time Joe got in.  I dove under
the surface, found his cock and started sucking on it.  One thing
about giving lots of blow jobs is you learn to hold your breath
for long periods of time.  When I surfaced I picked Joe up and
led him to one of the out flow jets and spread his ass open in
front of it.
     "That feels so good," he said.  "Go take another one."
     "Push your hole as close to the opening as you can."
     "Shit, I've got it on the hole and the water is going right
into me."
     "Better be careful or you'll shit," I laughed.  He looked at
me to see if I was serious.  I nodded and he moved.
     "You wanted to loosen me up, didn't you?" Joe asked.
     "Yes, if your ready."
     "Fuck me Jon."
     "Let's go to your room, it'll be a lot more comfortable in
bed."
     On the way out of the bathroom I picked up a new jar of
Vaseline.  Once on his bed I got him to lay down, figuring it
would be easiest on him.  Spreading his legs I inserted a
Vaseline coated finger up his ass and started loosening him up
some more.  
     "Tell me what you're doing Jon."
     "I've got a finger up your hole to loosen it up.  Now I'm
adding a second finger.  That should be enough to make it easier
on you when I penetrate."
     "It feels good, oh yeah real good.  Fuck me Fido, fuck me
hard."
     "Fido fucks Joe rough."
     I pulled my fingers out and quickly inserted my cock head
into the lubed opening.  I could feel his sphincter tightening up
so I reached under him and started playing with his nipples. 
This relaxed him enough to let me slip the rest of the way in.
     "Your all the way in?  I can feel it."
     "How does it feel?  Any pain?"
     "No pain, it feels great.  Fuck me Fido, fuck me Jon."
     "Here we go," and I started a slow steady rhythm in and out
of his ass.  It felt like a silk glove tightening around my
expanding prick.  Joe was as natural a fuckee as a fucker, his
ass knowing what to do as instinctively as his cock had.  About
half way through I pulled him up into doggy position and started
stroking his cock as I fucked him.  Well it really wasn't half
way because I was soon filling his hole with long flowing streams
of boy cum.
     Without saying a word I pulled out, spread his cheeks and
started licking my cum out of his ass.  Holding as much as I
could in my mouth I flipped him onto his back and took his cock
into my mouth.  My cum and his ass fluids coated his cock and
flowed down my throat with each bob of my head.  Joe was groaning
but I couldn't understand a word he said.  The load he sent down
my throat was clear enough.
     I crawled up next to him and looked him in the eyes.  "You
were great.  How did you like it?"
     "It felt great, no that's not really what I want to say."
     "Tell me the truth Joe."
     "It made me feel complete.  The jerking off, sucking, my
fucking you all made me feel good, warm inside.  I don't know if
you can understand what I'm talking about.  This though, made me
feel complete."
     I took his hands in mine and kissed them.  "Your right, I
don't understand but I'm happy."
                                  *******
     "The rest of the weekend was sex, games and sleep.  From the
night I left home till I moved in here it was the longest time I
stayed in one place," Jon finished his story.
     "Wow, hot and beautiful all in one.  I know what we've said
before, but anytime you want to invite Joe over it's fine with
me."
     I turned the lights off and pulled him into my arms.  "Good
night Jon."
     "Good night Stya, thanks, about Joe I mean.  I don't want
him to think that I'd drop him now that I've got a place to
live."
                                  *******
     Thank God my partner is understanding about what being a
parent means.  Even though he still can't believe I've taken in a
fourteen year old boy.  I did promise that I would try and figure
out some alternative means for Jon to get around town.  Even if
it just meant cab fare or, shudder, teaching him how to ride a
bike.  As it was we got to the Y just before his basketball class
was to begin.  Fortunately, he had a change of clothes for after
the game in a gym bag so he was ready to go.  I walked him down
to the gym floor and we were greeted by the coach.  
     "Mr. Maskovitz, pleasure to meet you.  Jon, I'm glad you can
join us.  My name's Roger."
     "Hi Roger, did they tell you this will be my first time on a
basketball court?"
     "Yes, Mike Snitz explained your situation to me.  Don't
worry, you're not going to find any star athletes here today," he
turned to me.  "We'll be finished in 90 minutes, so figure
another fifteen or twenty after that for the boys to shower and
change."
     "I'll be finished with my workout by then so I'll meet you
right outside the locker room Jon.  That OK?"
     "Fine Stya."
     On my way out I saw Joe arriving and he returned my wave. 
To be honest I watched them practice for about ten minutes after
I changed on the way to the exercise room.  After thirty on the
treadmill plus a circuit of the universal I was glad to be able
to relax in the steam room and sauna before I showered.
     After dressing I headed back up and watched the last few
minutes.  Jon was tentative but trying.  OK, he was lousy, but at
least he caught the ball when they threw it to him.  I'll have to
explain travelling and other things later.
                                   *****
     Fifteen minutes later Joe came racing up the steps in just
his shorts.  For a second all I saw was one handsome boy but then
I saw the bruise under his eye and the panic covering his face.
     "Help," he screamed then he saw me.  "Stya come quick Jon
needs you."
     Joe turned and ran as I followed him down the steps and into
the men's locker room.  Joe almost slipped on the tile floor but
kept going, leading me towards the showers.  Two-thirds of the
way through I heard screams and shouts getting louder with every
step.
     We turned the corner and I saw six naked boys with cocked
fists in the communal shower.  There was a seventh down and
bloodied next to the wall.  They were all moving for better
position so I had to take a slower look around to see that Jon
was still standing.  Slightly battered but no real damage.
     "What the fucks going on here?" I yelled.
     Silence, I glared at them.  Two more pairs of footsteps ran
up behind.  I turned my head and saw that Roger and Mike Snitz,
the youth director, had arrived.  
     "Again, what happened here," I demanded.
     Joe finally answered, "Brandon called Jon a 'faggot whore'
and started pushing him around.  Wanted Jon to suck them all off
and then we'd have a gang bang.  When Jon resisted Tony and Joey
tried forcing him down on the ground.  Somehow Joey got kneed in
the balls, went down and got kicked in the face."  Jon pointed at
the down boy who was finally beginning to move.
     "The rest went to jump Jon and I tried to help.  Stu belted
me and Jon yelled to get help.  I turned and ran as fast as I
could, stopping only to put my shorts on."
     "You're a faggot too you little nerd," one of the boys said.
     "Shut up Brandon," Roger said.  "Stu, is this true?"
     Silence.
     Roger walked up to a tall thin boy and grabbed him by the
neck.  "I asked you a question Stu, I want an answer."
     "Yeah, its true.  Look at him with that shaved body, he
sucked half the boys in this town for nothing more than a place
to sleep.  God only knows what he took from all the men he slept
with.  That slut doesn't deserve to be here."
     Jon started moving but I grabbed him by the shoulder.  
     "You try living on the streets," Jon shouted back.  "I did
what I had to to stay alive.  You'd probably slink back to the
beatings after a couple of days you soft boy."  
     "Your parents never beat you, just kicked you out when they
found out you were whoring."
     "Shut up Stu," Roger said.
     "Never beaten, well look at my back, feel the scars
asshole."  Jon screamed.  Jon yanked away from me and walked over
to Stu and turned around.  After a few moments Stu tentatively
raised a hand and felt Jon's back.  I tensed not knowing what Stu
would do.
     The boy's touch was gentle, slowly tracing the marks that I
knew so well.  Stu's face changed from anger and hatred to
astonishment and confusion.
     "I'm sorry Jon, I didn't know, I'm sorry."
     "Your turn Brandon," Mike said.
     "No, I don't. . ."
     "I don't care what you want.  Take a good look at Jon, all
of you take a look.  Then try and imagine what his life was
like."
     It was one of the other boys who moved first and while his
reaction wasn't as dramatic as Stu's you could tell he was
shaken.  Brandon was the last one to look.  
     "I don't know what to say, I'm sorry Jon," Brandon
whispered.
     "What was that Brandon? I didn't hear you," Mike said.
     "I said I'm sorry Jon," anger and embarassment filled
Brandon's voice.  He took a breath and turned back to Jon.
     "Look Jon, I know we, I don't deserve it but will you give
us another chance?"  Brandon asked softly, "I mean it."
     "Promise me something."
     "Anything, name it,"  Brandon said.
     "This is for all of you, including Roger and Mike,
understand?"  Jon said.
     The boys looked at Mike who nodded yes.
     "This stays in this room, between us.  The fight, the names,
and my past.  We can talk about it among ourselves but I don't
want everybody to know my story until I'm ready.  OK?"
     "Sure," Brandon said, "and if anybody tries to pull the same
shit we'll be there to back you up."
     "Uh, don't you think its time somebody helped Joey up?"
Roger asked, which got a peculiar round of laughter.
     As Roger, Mike and the other boys headed over to Joey J     on
pulled Joe over.
     "Thanks Joe, you don't know what your sticking with me means
to me."
     Joe smiled, stepped closer and kissed Jon on the cheek."