Date: Thu, 7 May 1998 22:28:36 -0400
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Mall Punk Part 13

                        Mall Punk Part 13
                       Green Eyed Monsters

     The next morning I called Jon's father and then the
admissions office of Longston Academy.  Then I phoned Lamont
Sorrel back.  Five minutes later the headmaster called to tell me
how pleased they were to have Jonathan as a new student and we
should come over so Mr. Sorrel and I could see the school and
begin preparations for his formal education.  I laughed after
making an appointment for Thursday morning.
     I gave my foster son and lover the good news when he called
right before lunch.  He was pleased and excited, but also said
something that made me proud.
     "I wish we hadn't had to use my father to do this."

     When I got back from lunch on Tuesday I had a voice mail
message with a number but no name.  I almost erased it but when I
replayed the message the voice seemed vaguely familiar so I
dialed.
     "Hello, Eric Werner."
     "Hi Eric, its Stya.  Got your message."
     "One second," I heard him asking people to leave, "thanks
for calling back.  I was so nervous you wouldn't."
     "It would have helped if you'd left your name but I sort of
recognized the voice."
     A laugh crossed the wires.  "No! God I didn't realize how
nervous I was.  I haven't called someone blind like this for
years."
     "Not exactly blind.  I guess Don talked to you."
     "That was so weird, he called me up to his new office for
the first time and sat there so seriously that I thought someone
had died or something like that.  Then he says in a low serious
voice, 'Your gay nephew wants me to set you up with his lover's
foster father.'"
     "I wish I'd seen your face," I said.
     "I'm glad you didn't, especially when I said who and Don
goes which one and I said both."
     We both laughed.
     "I thought Joe would have been the obvious choice."
     "You probably see a lot more of him than I do and my sister
has a sixteen year old boy who has got to be queer.  But when he
told me it was you it was like a dream."
     "Yeah, I was pretty surprised too, especially when Mr. Jock
turned out to be an art director."
     "Yeah, look Stya I've got to get those people back in here
how about we go to dinner tomorrow night?"
     "Fine, Danny's Ribs at six?"
     "Great, till then."
     I hung up the phone and shook my head.  As I jotted the
appointment in my book I realized I had just made my first date
since I'd met Jon.  I hadn't even talked to the guy whose illness
led to my picking "Fido" up five months ago.

     That evening I walked into the house and didn't hear the TV
going.  "Jon, where are you?"
     "Computer room.  I've got something to show you."
     I hurried over, never quite sure what my foster son and
lover had found or done.  I saw him leaning back in his chair. 
He was naked except for a skimpy pair of running shorts and I
took a moment to appreciate the beauty of a developing fourteen
year old boy.
     On the screen was the design for the outside of a building. 
I knelt down next to him and examined it closely.  With the mouse
I turned the building around and whistled.  "What is this
supposed to be?"
     "At supper the other day you said you wanted to bid on a new
library but didn't have time to work up any preliminary
sketches."
     "I remember, you asked for the specs," I paused stunned.  
You mean this is supposed to be the new  Swiftwater Indian
Affairs Research Library at Boulder Community College?"
     "Just the outside so far."  Jon took the mouse and clicked
on the tool bar and the dimensions popped up.  "I think I've got
it big enough to meet the criteria and give them room to grow
while staying within budget.  I should have it done in a couple
of days.  What do you think?"
     "What do I think?"  I took him in my arms and we kissed. 
"Its fantastic.  I'm not going to touch a thing until you're
finished."
     Jon hugged me close and the heat of his body excited me.  We
embraced and I led him down to the floor and removed his shorts
as I sucked on his nipples.  His cock sprang to attention and I
gave it the attention it deserved.  My young love squirmed and
sighed on the floor as I slowly bobbed my head on his throbbing
cock.  
     He took my hair in his hands, "I love you Stya."
     I cradled his buns in my arms, fingers running inside his
crack, searching for his love canal and picked my head up.  "I
love you Jon, now and forever."
     My finger penetrated the outer ring as my mouth engulfed his
cock and he shot his load deep into my throat forcing me to
swallow to avoid choking on the huge load.
     I sucked and licked him clean before releasing the now
flaccid rod.  He rolled me over on my back and started licking
his cum off my lips and then our lips locked.  
     When we finally broke he said, "I really love you Stya, you
mean everything to me."
     "I can't imagine life without you.  Now what do you want to
do now?"
     "This."  He unbuttoned my shirt and licked my nipples.  Then
he pulled my pants and shorts down to my ankles.
     "And this."  He sat down on my face and I started rimming
him as he started licking my cock and balls.  the more my tongue
penetrated his ass the more of my cock he swallowed.  And the
harder his cock got too.  Finally he turned around and sat on my
throbbing cock.  I gasped as my cock was swallowed by a well
experienced but still tight fourteen and three-quarter year old
love chute.  As he slowly rose and fell on my rod I grabbed his
in my hand and slowly jerked it, keeping to the rhythm Jon set.  
     Jon had learned to read my body so well that he kept me from
shooting for a half hour after I had lost all control.  As I shot
his load plastered my face.
     When I finally finished cumming I pulled his face to mine
kissed and he lay by my side.  "I love you Jonathan Sorrel."
     "And I love you Stya Maskovitz.  And how was your day?"
     "Eric Werner called, Joe's uncle."
     "I remember the name."
     "Well we talked for a little bit and we're meeting for
supper tomorrow night."
     "Cool, maybe Joe and I'll go over to the mall or something." 
Jon said a long moment later.
     I heard the words of approval, ignored their tone.
     "You pick supper tonight to celebrate your work."
     Jonathan stood up, slipped the shorts back on and sat at the
computer.  "Not hungry, I got so wrapped up that I didn't have
lunch till real late.  I'll grab something out of the fridge
later.  If you want to go out fine."
     I was stunned.  What had just happened?
     "Is everything all right Jon?  You OK?"  I asked as I put my
hand on his shoulder.
     A hand he immediately shrugged off.
     "Everything's fine Stya," he almost snapped.  "I just want
to check my notes and make sure the Indian references in the
design are right.  OK?"
     "Fine, fine, I'll just get something out of the refrigerator
and watch some TV."
     I don't know what I watched.  Jon just grunted at me when I
said good-night.
     When I woke I was alone in my bed.  I checked his room and
it was empty.  Worried I ran downstairs and found him asleep on
the floor of the computer room.  
     After catching my breath and thanking God I sat down next to
his head and lifted it into my lap.  He didn't stir.
     I replayed the previous nights events in my mind and
realized when everything changed.
     It was clear, but what was I to do.  Cancel, easy way out
but I didn't want to.  I tossed all the other alternatives when I
realized that until Jon was willing to talk honestly about his
feelings there was nothing I could do.
     I replaced my lap with a pillow and left the sleeping boy
there.
     When he didn't call me by one like he usually did I got
worried and called him.  He apologized, explaining he was working
on his project.  But he sounded distant which I tried blaming on
his working but knew better.
     The day dragged and I got more irritable as it did.  My
staff left me alone all afternoon and I didn't get any work done. 
The phone didn't even ring, which I found out later, because my
secretary refused to put anybody through.
     I got to Danny's place about a quarter-to-six and headed to
the bar and ordered a tequila sunset.  What I really wanted was a
double vodka straight up but I knew I wouldn't stop drinking
those.  
     I was starting my second, almost having switched, when
someone sat next to me.  I turned and smiled.  My description
Sunday night was still accurate.
     "Come here often stranger?"  Eric asked.
     "Not as much as I used to," I answered truthfully, how about
you?"
     "Only when Adam and Danny sponsor something special."
     "I haven't been to one of those since before I met Jon. 
Still crowded, hot and loud?"
     "And fun if you like that kind of thing.  You want to stay
here or get a table?"
     "Up to you, I'm one ahead of you already."
     "You'll stay ahead, I don't drink anymore."
     Danny seated us at a quiet table in the back and we talked
and ate.
     As we finished our desserts and diet cokes Eric leaned back
and smiled.  "I've really enjoyed tonight."
     "So have I."
     "But you don't want to follow up."
     My head jerked up and I shook it.  "I do, I mean I would
like to have dinner with you again.  It's just that Jon did not
take tonight well.  I don't know how much Don or Joe told you
about Jon."
     "Bare basics, but enough to figure out he's very insecure
about losing you."
     "Yeah, he's hardly grunted to me since I told him last
night.  I know he's fourteen but this is the first real
communication problem we've had."
     "Did you try talking to him?"
     "A little, figured I'd wait for him to make the first move."
     It was Eric's turn to shake his head.  "Go home, grab him
away from the computer, video game, television, my nephew and sit
him down."
     "How did you get to be an expert?"
     "Because all my nieces and nephews come to good old Uncle
Eric when their parents wont communicate with them.  But then
there was one thing that Joe didn't tell me."
     "Don't feel bad, you should have seen Jon and I Sunday night
when we found out he'd told his parents," I paused, "I do want to
see you again."
     "You know where to find me when the time is right.  We can
even make it a double date."
     We laughed, split the check and headed our separate ways.
     
     I sat in the car in the driveway for ten minutes before I
walked into the house.
     "Jon I'm home," I shouted.
     "That's nice." Jon shouted over the television.
     "Jon!" I head Joe's astonishment.
     I walked into the living room and stood between the boys and
the TV.  "Jon, you and I have to talk."
     "Later."
     "Now and just the two of us."
     "I've got company," he growled.
     "I'm gone," Joe said, "I'll finish this in the rec room. 
Find me when you're human again."  Joe ran from the room and I
heard the door shut behind him.
     Jon glared at me.
     I sighed.  "Talk with me Jon.  I know what's bugging you."
     "'I know what's bugging you.' How the hell can you know
what's bugging me?"
     "You're mad at me because I went out with Eric."
     "If you think that's all then you don't know shit."
     "Then tell me."
     "Or what, your going to beat me and rape me like my
brothers?"
     I collapsed on the chair, tears began to flow.  "Jonathan,
how could you even think that?"
     "You had sex with me, telling me how much you loved me, how
I meant everything to you."
     "And I meant it."
     "And the next thing out of your mouth was you were going on
a date with someone else."
     "So you thought I was dumping you?"
     "Yes.  Fuck the dog one last time and send it on his way."
     "Jon, I turned my whole life upside down for you.  For the
last five months you've been my whole life.  I even spend half my
time at the office thinking about you, worrying about you. 
Caring for you."
     "Then why did you want to go out with Eric?"
     "Because I wanted to spend some time with someone my own
age."
     "Your baby boy's getting too old for you?"
     "I thought I was in love with a mature young man.  I don't
go for baby boys."
     It was Jon's turn to start crying.
     "I'm scared Stya, I don't want to lose you.  I can't lose
you."
     I moved over to the couch and took him in my arms.  "You are
never going to lose me.  I love you for you.  Everything about
you.  Not just your talented mouth and ass but your mind, the
creativity and inner desire that created the library.  Do you
really think that I'd keep you around just for sex?"
     Jon shook his head.
     "Should I get jealous over Joe?"
     He shook his head again.
     "And he means more to you than Eric does to me."
     He nodded.
     "You want to know the last thing Eric said to me?"
     Another nod.  The tears seem to have stopped, for both of
us.
     "That we should make it a double date.  Him and I, you and
Joe."
     That got a giggle and he reached up and kissed my cheek. 
"That would be interesting.  Try to understand Stya, I know
everything you say is true but after being abandoned my whole
life I'm scared of it happening again."
     "Look at it this way.  If I ever thought about it you could
move in with Joe and your grandfather would arrest me."
     With that he roared and brought his lips to mine.  We kissed
and hugged.  I started tickling him and he retaliated and soon
Joe heard our hysteria through the walls and over the TV and
jumped on top of us.

     I was watching the eleven o'clock news when I heard
footsteps approaching.  Turning I saw Joe coming through the
door.  He was naked.
     He walked over and sat next to me on the couch, picked my
hand up and put it on his crotch.
     I removed it and turned to face him, took his hand in mine. 
"Would you like to explain this?"
     "Don't you want to have sex with me?"
     "You're gorgeous, you're sexy, I love you a lot.  But no, I
don't want to have sex with you."
     "But."
     "Answer my question Joe."
     A week shy of his fifteenth birthday Joe looked ten right
then.  "When we got upstairs Jon explained what was bothering
him.  How he felt jealous, betrayed, about to be abandoned
again."
     "I told him none of that was true.  And it wasn't, I just
need friends my own age, like you need friends your age."
     Joe thought this over.  "I guess I understand.  Part its
still hard for me to understand Jon's life sometimes.  I love him
and want to be with him, but it is spooky."
     "There are nights when he's asleep in my arms and I think
about the first fourteen years of his life and can't believe he
made it through alive and sane."
     "When he told me you weren't jealous of him and I being
together, having sex in the next room," he blushed, "I had
trouble believing it.  I thought that maybe you were jealous and
that's why you dated Uncle Eric tonight."
     "So if you offered yourself to me that would solve the
problem.?"
     "I guess."
     "Did you tell Jon about this?"
     Joe shook his head.
     "How do you think he'd feel if he walked in here and found
me and his best friend and lover having sex together?"
     "I--I--I didn't think of that!  Oh my God."  He started
crying.  I tried to put my arm around him but he pulled away. 
Before I could do or say anything Jon's arms went around Joe and
pulled him tight.
     Joe pulled back and mouthed, "I'm sorry Jon, I really am.  I
didn't mean to hurt you."
     Jon kissed him gently on the lips.  "I heard everything you
two said.  I think I love the two of you more than ever now. 
Trust you more than ever.  Joe, for you to offer Stya your body
for me, for the reasons you did was beautiful.  Extremely stupid
since his cock is a lot bigger than mine, but beautiful.  Dad, I
knew you wouldn't have sex with Joe but the way you talked to him
made me appreciate you even more as a father."
     "Does that mean we'll double on my next date?"
     "Since I don't think you had much fun on this one why don't
we wait for the one after."
     "Deal, now back to bed the two of you."
     "Bed or sleep?"  Jon wiggled his crotch at me.
     "Sleep, eventually."  The three of us laughed and the two
boys walked up the steps hand-in-hand.

     Fortunately I had made the appointment at Longston Academy
for ten in the morning because I didn't crawl out of bed until
almost 8:30 and I had to drag the boys out of bed.  The scene at
the breakfast table was unusually quiet and I couldn't tell if it
 was because of physical or emotional exhaustion.
     After driving Joe home we continued in silence but Jon
didn't take his eyes or hand off me till we pulled into the lot.
     "You ready for this Jon?"
     "This?  Yes I guess.  I know I have to make a good
impression if I want to get into Joe's classes."
     "Then what is bothering you?"
     "I've called you dad a lot of times now but you've never
called me son."
     "I've been waiting for you to ask me to."
     "Why?"
     "Let's face it, our relationship is different than other
fathers and sons.  Even other foster fathers and sons."
     "Because we're gay?"
     "Because we're lovers.  It brings a whole different aspect
to us that they don't have to deal with."
     "So you don't want to call me son?"
     "What did I say?"
     He thought for a moment and a big smile crossed his face.
     "Call me son, dad."  He leaned forward and we hugged.

     We entered the main building of Longston Academy and
followed the signs for the office.  It was a modern building
without a strand of ivy marring the steel and glass edifice.  As
soon as I introduced myself the secretary was ushering us into
the headmaster's office.  He was in his late fifties, black hair
in a pronounced widows peak and a slight bulge around the waist.
     "Hello Mr. Maskovitz, Mr. Sorrel, I'm so glad to meet you. 
I'm Dr. Roland Gilead, headmaster of Longston Academy.  Please
have a seat."
     "What kind of doctor?"  Jon blurted.
     "Not a medical doctor Jonathan.  My Ph.D. is in English
Literature with a specialty in Robert Browning.
     Jon blushed and nodded.
     "Quite all right.  You are not the first new student to make
that mistake.  First of all I want to apologize for my staff's
rude behavior on Monday.  They are not used to such late
enrollments."
     "Quite all right," I said, "especially with Jon's special
educational circumstances.  One of the reasons Mr. Werner and Mr.
Lamont Sorrel recommended this school was its ability to help
students like Jonathan make the transition to normal schooling."
     "Yes, special students are our specialty here.  Now
Jonathan, can I call you that?"
     "Yes sir, I don't care for Mr. Sorrel much."
     Dr. Gilead nodded.  "From what I have heard I can understand
why. But we are not here today to dwell on the past but to
prepare you for a marvelous future."
     "My future's gotten a lot better since I met my dad but it
is time to move on.  With my education that is."
     "Fine, fine, now as I started to say I understand all your
education up to know has been self-taught on the computer?"
     "Yes sir.  While my family kept me isolated they kept buying
me the latest computers and educational software to go with the
games.  The only thing I'd never learned was writing but dad's
worked on that over the spring and summer.  It's not good but it
is readable."
     "Great, it is just fantastic to see an abused youngster make
use of the opportunities given him."
     Jon started at the word abused but just shrugged.
     "As you get to know him you'll realize how special he is," I
said, "but you said something about placement tests."
     "While we understand the importance to Jonathan to be in the
same classes as Mr. Werner we do want to make sure he has the
background for them.  The tests deal with basics in math,
English, science and history and will take about ninety minutes. 
When you are through Jonathan you will return here, and after a
tour of the campus we will conclude with lunch in the dining
hall."
     Dr. Gilead raised his left hand and a young man dressed in
jeans and cowboy boots entered.  I felt a certain electricity
pass through my hand as we shook.
     "Mr. Maskovitz this is Mr. Halsey.  He is one of our finest
English teachers, and I assure you he will be dressed more
appropriately the first day of school.  I asked him in today to
conduct the tests.  Mr. Halsey, this is Jonathan Sorrel.  He is
here to take the tests we discussed and will be in one of your
classes this semester."
     "C'mon Jon, let's get your introduction to testing over
with.  I can't take it for you but I'll try and make it easy on
you."
     Jon laughed.  "Let's do it Mr. Halsey."
     "You can call me Dick today, but not when it gets serious. 
Understand?"
     "Yes sir, I mean Dick."  We all laughed, even the
headmaster.
     After they left Dr. Gilead loosened his tie and poured two
cups of coffee.  "Call me Roland Mr. Maskovitz.  I'm really not
that much of a stuffed shirt away from the students."
     "Call me Stya, and I didn't think so, especially once I saw
Dick."
     "The reason I asked him in today, besides being one of our
best and most brilliant teachers, is his ability to reach out to
students who have not had the easiest time in life."
     "That certainly describes Jon all right.  While he wasn't
totally isolated from people he wasn't given the chance to
develop normal relationships.  So after we agreed he should start
school I signed him up with a teen group at the Y and he's
handled it well.  Made some friends there."
     "His relationship with the young Mr. Werner seems to be very
close."
     "They met when Jon was on the streets and became friendly. 
When they met again at the Y after I took Jon in they became
inseparable.  There are a couple of points I would like to
discuss while we have the time."
     "Certainly."
     "His relationship with his family is still very much a sore
point and one I would rather not have him pushed on.  If anybody
asks about his connection to Lamont Sorrel and his sons you can
say they are cousins but not close at all.  I can afford the
tuition on my own with no help from Mr. Sorrel."
     "You didn't seem reluctant to use him to get your foster son
admitted."
     I nodded and smiled.  "My father is acquainted with him and
I've met him a couple of occasions.  When he found out about my
taking Jon in he called and offered his help.  Jon is reluctant
and I only call on him when I have to get through a barrier
quickly."
     "Understandable, I've used our friendship on occasion
myself.  Anything else?"
     "This one's a little touchy as well.  For the four months
before he came to live with me Jonathan was a runaway living on
the streets of Longston.  He found kids, like Joe Werner, to take
him in for a night or so.  He also did things to survive."
     "Say no more Stya.  I understand, and you believe some of
the students here might know about that time and might say and do
things."
     "It happened once at the Y and I thought you should be
know."
     "I'm glad you did.  I'll especially warn the phys-ed
teachers to keep an eye out in the showers for the first few
weeks."
     "Thanks."

     When Jon returned he was exhausted but pleased with the way
things had gone.  We left with Dr. Gilead and I was quite
impressed with the campus.  All the buildings were fairly new and
modern and with the latest equipment.  The CAD equipment was just
short of my own at the office.  We were just sitting down to
lunch when Dick Halsey came into the dining room.
     "Hello Mr. Halsey, would you care to join us for lunch?"  I
asked.  The young teacher glanced at his boss who nodded
slightly.
     "Thanks, I will.  I'll tell you this, its been one exciting
morning."
     I glanced at Jon who shook his head.  He knew what I was
thinking.  The waiter came around and took our orders.
     "Now Jonathan, don't think that you're going to get this
kind of service every day.  During classes this operates like a
normal school cafeteria, but with a more varied and higher
quality menu,"  Dr. Gilead said and turned to Mr. Halsey.  "So
Dick, what makes this such an exciting morning?"
     The waiter returned at that moment so we had to wait another
minute while the English teacher took a long sip.
     "Excuse me.  This young man is what is so exciting.  Mr.
Maskovitz I don't know if Jon or Dr. Gilead explained the tests
but they're given by the computer and grow or reduce in
complexity to reflect the student's accuracy.  Now don't take
this wrong Jon but given what I knew I wasn't expecting much
overall."
     "I didn't either Dick.  My first test on stuff I've tried
learning myself.  I was just praying to get into Joe's classes."
     "Mr. Halsey and I discussed that yesterday and we feel that
the two of you should not have every class together.  One we do
not want you using Mr. Werner as a crutch and secondly it will
force both of you to make other friends here at school," Dr.
Gilead said.
     Jon nodded and looked at Dick Halsey.  "So how did I do?"
     "You are going to be in the ninth grade with him but I think
in only three of your six main classes first semester."
     "How come only three?"  I asked.
     "To be honest Jon's science background needs some remedial
work and Joe is quite good there.  They'll be together for
history, social studies and beginning Spanish, and gym of
course."
     "What about math and English?"  I asked.
     "Off the charts," Dick answered.
     "I thought I did good enough there," Jon grumbled.
     "Jon, when I say off the charts I mean above.  I could
easily put you in Advanced Junior classes in both subjects but
you'll have to settle for Advanced Freshman."
     "Holy shit," he whispered.