Date: Sat, 26 Dec 1998 22:25:34 -0500
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Mall Punk 16

This is the sixteenth and latest installment in the Mall Punk series.  It
involves scenes of consensual m/t and t/t/t sex.  If any of this offends
you or is illegal in your neck of the woods please leave.  I hope you
continue to enjoy the story.  All comments are welcome, but if your going
to flame be intelligent.  If your going to praise you don't have to be <G>.
SidG@compuserve.com

Mall Punk 16
by Sid Gittler (c) 1998

The First Week
Told by Jon Sorrel

	I made it!  I survived!  I made it through my whole first week of
school.  I know you probably expected a day by day account of everything
that's happened since the party, especially since I left Barton's room, but
everything's been so busy I haven't had a chance.
	School's been more work than I expected---but it's also been more
fun.
	I guess I should backtrack a little.  When I got home the day after
the party the first thing I did was tell Stya what happened at the party,
especially up in Barton's room.  Stya said he thought I'd handled it right,
explaining to Barton that Fido was dead.  God I was in such shock that
night.  Fido's been dead for months, since that day we went to the
ballpark.  I guess I thought nobody would bring him up again.  Stya warned
me that somebody might do it at school, that I had to be prepared.
	Gym's been the hardest class.  I've caught some of the other guys
looking at me, and to be honest I've found myself checking some of the
other guys out.  I've also recognized some of my hosts from my time on the
streets.  I don't know if they've recognized me dressed up like this.
Let's face it torn jeans, leather jacket, ratty sneakers and a torn
tee-shirt are not quite the same thing as slacks, white shirt, jacket and
black shoes.  A couple of them have been among those checking me out in
gym.
	My real concern is Joe.  We made it through this week without
talking about it.  If I get outed it's one thing, I really don't care. Is
my love ready?
	School's been fun.  Mr. Halsey's class has been the most
challenging.  Math and Science have been hard with learning the terms and
doing the problems.  But everybody was right, the teachers have really been
helpful, taking the time to explain what all those terms mean.  I did study
the glossary over the weekend.  OK I skimmed it.
	But Dick Halsey in English, he's making me think.  I just found out
that some kids call him Admiral after some guy in some song by Wings,
whoever they were.  Not just learning how to handle numbers or how cells
work but he's actually making me think, understanding what the authors
trying to say.  What Stya and I have been doing is pretty much straight
narrative biography, no deep hidden meaning in my life.  The only wonder is
that I've survived.  Not only that I've survived physically, but
emotionally.  How I made it through and been able to put my life back
together.  Let's be realistic, what kind of life have I had.  Especially
the first fourteen years.
	Shit, fucking harder than I thought.  I want to hate my father for
what happened to me.  In a lot of ways I do.  He was and still is wrapped
up in running the business.  For my half-brother's sake he remarried their
mother, now, forget it.  I wonder about my brothers sometimes, wondering if
they think about me.  What I really wonder though is the older two things
had sons of their own, who fortunately are still over here and didn't go
over to the Middle East with the assholes.  Did my half-brothers rape them?
Would they have given time?  I just hope that if it ever comes to that they
have mothers' to go along with a grandfather who'll listen to them.
Hopefully a grandfather whose warned my sisters-in-law.  You know I don't
even know any of their names.  I was at the wedding ceremonies but taken
back upstairs before the party.  I don't think I ever met my nephews,
wonder if they even know they have an Uncle Jon.
	Boy, am I getting morose right now and I started this of on such a
high note, getting through my first week of school.  Not just my first week
of high school as a ninth grader but my first fucking week of
school---ever.  Up to now all my learning has been computer based.  They
gave me programs to learn all the basics, and I learned quite a lot since
I'm keeping up in all my classes, even Spanish for God's sake.  The most
amazing thing for me this past week is how I've been dealing with the other
teachers and other students.  The party last Friday really was a help.  At
least one of the returning students is in each of my classes and I see most
of the rookies everyday as well.  Even the girls I've found easier to deal
with than I thought, I just try to not think of them as women, they're not
they're girls, they're not my stepmother.  No, she's not, she's my
half-brothers' mother.
	That bitch of a witch was never my stepmother unless it suited her.
She had to know what her precious sons were doing, encourage it.  Her
precious little babies.  God am I going back and forth today.  I don't know
what it is.  I should be happy with myself, I am.  Maybe that's the
problem.  I never, I shouldn't have to be having this now with Stya.  Why
didn't I have it with my father and her?  Why couldn't she accept me?  Why
couldn't he have paid attention?  Damn them both.
	Back to school, wait a second, that's not fair to you right now.
You'd think I'd let go by now.  It's almost a year.  Another five weeks to
my fifteenth birthday, the first anniversary of my escape.  I'm going to
tell you something that I've never even told Stya.
	That night, I almost didn't escape.  I was dressed, at the gate,
figured I could slip through the gate with no problem and out.  But I
almost didn't.  Had no idea what was on the other side of that gate.  In
fact, to be honest with you, my room overlooked the woods in back of the
house.  I hardly even knew there was a gate.  What was on the other side of
it?  I'd studied history, geography of the United States.  I probably had a
better idea of what was in New York, Los Angeles, Washington, D.C. or even
London or Paris than I did Longston, New Jersey.  I knew it was a town,
that people worked and lived there.  After all that's where my brothers'
bastard friends who joined in raping and beating me were from.  Though
after a week of school I realize some were probably from surrounding towns
that they'd met at Longston Academy.
	But from around here I didn't know shit.  What the fuck to do?  Go
back and subject myself to more punishment and abuse or take the chance?
At that point a cold wind blew up and stung my back through the leather
jacket and tee-shirt.  I took it as a sign that if I went back my back
would be stung worse, harder, more, and forever.  I didn't want that.  So I
slipped through the gate.
	I wandered that night and all of a sudden I saw a sign that said
mall with an arrow pointing.  I remembered seeing ads for Longston Mall on
my television with a lot of wondrous places inside.  People always seemed
to be happy there, so I followed the signs until I came to this huge
building with lighted signs all around the top.  Names I knew only from
commercials.  McDonald's, J C Penny's, Macy's, other names that meant
nothing to me.  I walked around the building and looked at the lit windows
and signs.  There were only scattered cars in the parking lot and all the
mall doors were locked.  I had no idea what time it was, I hadn't thought
to steal a watch, time never really meant anything to me.  I turned yet
another corner and came to a loading dock.  A lot of these terms I know
now, not then.  I saw people inside and realized it was a way in, out of
the cold.  I walked along the truck and when nobody was around I jumped
onto the dock, through the door and hid behind some boxes.
	After the tractor-trailer left and the outside door was closed two
men came and started moving boxes.  I moved further back into the room.  I
didn't want to be spotted the first night out.  But I wasn't discovered
that night and I eventually fell asleep.
	When I woke I was starving, I also realized there were a lot of
voices around and both the door I'd come in and the door that led into the
mall was open.  I waited until I saw a couple of men leave and moved closer
to the door.  The next time they left I started to follow them and moved
into a bigger storage room and through the next door saw the main part of
the store and when the coast was clear I went in.  I don't know what time
it was but nobody seemed to care that a kid was wandering around by himself
when he should have been in school.  They were all so busy putting up
decorations and stuff, Christmas.
	This is going to be my first real Christmas this year.  Wow.  My
only Christmas memory is from last year with Joe and his brother.  That was
a good one.  If it wasn't for that he wouldn't be in my life today.
	I wondered around the store until I found the exit into the mall
and, believe it or not, found my way to my first McDonald's.  I had seen
all the commercials, and was a little disappointed when I didn't see Ronald
McDonald wondering around with the girl bird and his other friends.  I saw
the counter, walked up and saw the choices and prices.
	I went over to a table and pulled out the money I'd stolen.  No,
not stolen, collected as a fee is more like it.  No, that's not right,
makes it sound like I was already whoring on my birthday.  That's right, it
was my birthday, it was my birthday present money.  Oh fuck it, call it
whatever you want, the money was mine and that's really all that mattered
at the time.
	It added up to over a hundred dollars.  I returned to the counter
and ordered two hamburgers, fries and a coke.  Fortunately I had a nice old
lady behind the counter who told me I could save money by getting the extra
value meal and if I super-sized it I would get more for the same money I
was willing to spend.  I thanked her and took the super-sized extra-value
meal.  I sat there eating pleased that there was at least one nice person
out in the world.  I really hadn't known that many.
	I finished the burgers and fries and took the rest of my Coke out
into the mall.  Eventually I found an exit and went outside.  Sometime
later kids started showing up after school.  It was wild.  All these kids
of all ages, my age, younger and older.  And nobody tried to rape me!  I
got some looks, you know new kid, strangely dressed, but when I nodded at
them they nodded back, even got a couple of smiles.
	First time I realized there really was a world out there.  What I
saw on TV wasn't just make believe.  Maybe there was a friend out there for
me.
	I wondered around the rest of the day and realized that I needed a
place to sleep that night.  I found that if I was careful I could return to
my hiding place in Macy's storeroom.  It kept up like that for a few days.
A couple of small meals each day, just enough to keep me going.  I knew the
money would run out sooner or later, just didn't know when or what I'd do
then.
	On my fourth night I was discovered by one of the workers.  It was
an older guy, to me older though probably only in his forties, who found me
sleeping.  I guess I either turned over or was snoring or something and he
woke me up.  I'd taken my jacket off to use as a pillow and I screamed when
I felt him shaking me.
	"Settle down kid, settle down."
	"I'm sorry sir, didn't take anything, didn't touch anything.
Please don't beat me."
	"It's OK, how long you've been staying here?"
	"Four nights."
	"Haven't stolen anything?"
	"No sir."
	"Runaway?"
	I nodded.
	"Eating?"
	"Took some money."
	"OK, go back to sleep, I'll wake you when my shift is over, right
before the store opens."
	"Thank you sir."
	"Don't call me sir, I work for a living."  He saw the puzzled look
on my face.  "Old army joke, officers didn't work, only us slob enlisted
men.  What's your name kid?"
	"Fido."
	"Fido?  That's a dog's name."
	"It's what my family called me, that's how they treated me."
	"OK Fido, I can't solve your problems but at least you have a place
to sleep."
	"Thank you sir, Bob."
	He saw me looking at him.  "Are you gay kid?"
	"What's gay?"
	He rolled his eyes, don't blame him now. My brothers never called
me gay, they called me "fucking dog faggot."
	"Do you like having sex with men?"
	"Oh that, I've done it all my life.  If you want to have sex with
me, it's fine with me."
	Bob came closer and unbuttoned the top button on his jeans and
started to unzip his fly.  I moved over and knelt in front of him, waiting
for him to pull his cock out.  As soon as he was ready I took his rod in my
hand and stroked it gently while I licked the head.  It quickly grew to a
respectable six inches long and about two inches around cock that I
swallowed with ease when he touched the back of my head.
	"You really are a natural cocksucker Fido.  Work it."
	It didn't take long for me to be swallow his load.
	"Thanks kid," Bob said as he stuffed his rod back in his pants,
"see you in the morning."
	I went back to my hiding place.  Right before I fell asleep a
thought occurred to me, someone had actually thanked me for blowing him.
Nobody had ever done that before.
	
	A couple of days later I was sitting in McDonald's when a bunch of
teen boys and girls came down from the counter and started sitting all
around my table.  Two of the boys slid in across from me.
	"Hi, you new around here?" one asked.
	"Yeah, you could say that," I said.  I was nervous because I didn't
know what they wanted from me, and I really didn't know how to talk to
people then.
	He stuck his hand out, "My name's Rick and this is Tony."
	"I'm Fido."
	The kids at the next table started barking and I blushed.
	"Cut the shit," Rick said and it stopped.
	"I know, it's a dog's name but that's how my family treated me and
called me so," I shrugged.
	"Runaway?" Tony asked.
	"Yeah, but they'll never look for me or even call the cops."  I
wasn't sure of that then but I was right.
	"Where you been sleeping?"
	"Macy's storeroom, one of the guys lets me sleep there as long as I
blow him every night."
	Tony looked over at Rick.
	"Look Fido," Rick said, "my parents are away for the night.  Do you
want to come over to my place.  You can take a proper shower and sleep in a
real bed."
	A chill ran down my spine and I got really nervous.  "You're,
you're not going to hurt me are you?" I finally asked.
	"What?" Rick's face fell but Tony put his hand on Rick's arm.
	"Your family that bad kid?"
	I nodded.
	"We're not your family.  My old man used to beat me before my mom
kicked him out for good, and I promise you this, nobody is going to hurt
you.  Anybody does, you find Rick or me and it'll be the last time they
hurt a defenseless kid."
	I started crying and Tony moved around to my side of the table.  He
put his arm around me and pulled me close.  I felt his lips on my forehead
and I finally settled down.
	"Thanks, I'm sorry if I insulted you Rick but I'm not used to
people being nice to me."
	"What Tony said is on the money.  Now let's get going to my place.
OK?"
	"Yeah, I'd like that," I said and dried my eyes.
	I rode in the back seat with Rick and Tony up front.  I remember
they asked me a couple questions about myself and my answers seemed to
satisfy them.  To be honest I used a lot of those answers until I found
Stya, or he found me.  Rick's house was a Cape Cod and his bedroom was
upstairs and he shared a bathroom with his younger brother who had the
other room and was spending the night with a friend.  We stopped in his
kitchen and grabbed three beers out of the refrigerator before we headed
upstairs.
	Believe it or not that was my first beer.  Unlike with Peter my
half-brothers' had never given me any alcohol or drugs to get me to go
along or make it easier on me.
	It was warm upstairs and Rick and Tony took their shirts off right
away.  I hesitated, but thought enough people had seen me completely naked
who weren't trying to be my friends so why not.
	"Holy shit," Tony whispered when he saw my back.  "Your parents did
that to you?"
	I shook my head, "My half-brothers, rarely saw my father or
stepmother.  If it bothers you I can put my shirt back on."
	By this time Rick had come over and I felt his hand slide gently
down my back.  Without thinking I sighed at his touch.  "Earlier this year
the school took us to a shelter for abused women and children and showed us
some pictures, but none of them looked this bad.  But keep your shirt off
if you want Fido, up to you."
	"I'll keep it off if you keep rubbing my back, it feels good."
	"I've got a better idea, strip down to your underpants, lie down on
the bed and I'll give you a massage."
	I didn't know what a massage was but it sounded nice.  There was
only one problem.  "I'm not wearing underpants."
	"Then get naked and lie down, wont be the first time I've massaged
a naked boy."
	I smiled and stripped, before I went to the bed I turned to the two
boys.  "I want to thank you, your being nice means a lot.  And if you want
more than just massaging my back just tell me."
	"We'll ask you, not tell you," Tony said.
	As I walked to the bed I heard Tony whisper, "Nice buns."  I
wiggled them and they giggled.
	I lay down on the bed and a couple of minutes later I felt Rick's
hands on my shoulders.  He really did know how to give a good massage, I
found out later that he helped the high school's trainer after he finished
soccer or track practice.  He touched places gently that hadn't been
touched gently since my mother died.  He worked from my shoulders to my
waist and my feet upwards.
	When he finally reached my butt I tensed but forced myself to relax
under his strong hands.  When he went back to my shoulders I fell asleep.
	I was alone in the darkened room when I woke up and I panicked.  I
saw a trace of light under the door and headed towards it, bumping my shin
on something before I found it.  It took a minute to find the knob and I
was really scared by the time I did and found that the door opened.
	"Rick?  Tony?  Where are you?"
	I heard footsteps running and I didn't know if I should feel
relieved or scared.  Rick came running up the stairs and I moved backwards.
	"Stop Rick," Tony shouted from the bottom.
	Rick stopped halfway up and held his hands up.  "It's OK Fido, I'm
not going to hurt you, I promised you that."
	"Where were you?"
	"When you fell asleep we went downstairs to watch TV.  You OK now?"
	I nodded slowly, "I'm sorry, it's just that..."
	I couldn't go on and just sat down on the top step and cried.  I
felt arms around me and I looked up into Rick's eyes.  His face moved
closer and he kissed me gently on the lips.  I responded, pressing mine
tighter to his.  Instinctively knowing this was a sign of caring and
affection, that even if sex followed it would be different.
	Rick's tongue rubbed against my lips and they parted and accepted
it into my mouth and my tongue explored his.  My hands took hold of his
back and for the first time I enjoyed holding another man.
	He lifted me up and carried me back over to his bed and lay me
down, and joined me.  My hand went to his waist and realized he had
stripped down to his boxers and I found the waistband and started pulling
them down.  Rick put his hand on mine.
	"You don't have to."
	I smiled, "that's nice.  Lift your hips."
	He did and I slipped his boxers off.  A very hard six inch cut cock
sprung to attention when freed and after I put my head on his chest I
started stroking it.  Rick started moaning and leaking precum almost
immediately.  I moved down and licked the precum, it tasted good.  At a
sound I looked up and saw Tony standing naked in the door stroking his rod.
"I think there's room on the bed," I said right before sucking on Rick's
cockhead.
	"C'mon buddy," Rick said and seconds later I felt Tony join us.  He
played with my ass and hole while I sucked on Rick's growing, throbbing
prick.  It was a few minutes later that I swallowed his load.  As my
half-brothers had trained me I sucked him and licked him dry.  I started to
move to do Tony when I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I looked back into
Rick's eyes and found our mouths together, our tongues joined.
	"Lie down," Rick said, "I'm going to do something now probably
nobody's ever done before."
	I did as he said, and he was right.  He sucked on both my nipples,
getting them nice and hard and then licked down the faint trail of chest
hair down to my growing cock.  Then he put it in his mouth and gave me my
first blow job.  It wasn't his first and twice he brought me to the edge
before I finally filled his mouth with boy cum.  When I was spent and he
released my cock we collapsed on the bed.
	"I've sucked and been fucked I don't know how many times, but you
were right Rick, that was the first time I've been sucked and it was great.
Thanks."
	"You up for one more?" Tony asked, "and it wont be an all day
sucker."  They started laughing and I joined in though I didn't get the pun
at the time.  But I moved around and took Tony's cock into my mouth and
tried to go as slowly as I could but it still didn't take long for him to
fill my throat.  With that we snuggled together on the bed until Rick
announced he was hungry and was going to order pizza.
	When the doorbell rang Rick slipped his shorts on while Tony and I
stayed naked on his bed.  Tony turned and started nibbling on my earlobes
and I sighed with pleasure.  This might be only for one night but there
really were nice people out there.  I might need to use my body to get what
I needed sometimes but for the first time it would be my choice to have sex
and not someone else's.  I turned towards Tony and kissed him gently on the
lips and he responded hungrily.
	I fed off his lust and felt myself aroused by kisses and touch.
"Fuck me Tony," I said out of nowhere.
	"Oh yeah, I've wanted to since we met.  Turn over and I'll get the
lube."
	"What's lube for?" I asked as I turned over on my stomach.
	"To make penetration easier."
	I laughed, "don't be silly.  Nobody's ever used it before and I'm
experienced enough to take any cock.  Just fuck me Tony."
	He stuck two fingers up my ass and gently loosed my ass for a few
minutes and again for one of the first times in my life I moaned with
pleasure.  Tony withdrew his fingers and after drawing me into the doggy
position placed his cock at my entrance.  I breathed deeply and relaxed my
ass as he pushed in.  Seconds later I felt his pubic hairs brush gently
against my ass and said it again.  "Fuck me Tony."
	He did.  With long, slow strokes he screwed my butt.  Was it making
love?  I don't know, but it was good sex.  Sex between two people who want
to.  After seven years of rape it was great.  As his cock grew longer and
thicker and began throbbing he began stroking my prostrate and I felt
myself coming closer to orgasm.  I resisted masturbating and concentrated
on working my ass muscles.  Then I felt a hand on my cock anyway and found
that Tony had reached around and was working my cock in time with his
thrusts up my ass.
	"Oh, yeah, fuck me, stroke me Tony.  It feels so good," I said
gutturally and moments later I felt his seed fill my ass and I drowned
Rick's bed with mine.
	I collapsed bringing Tony with me.
	Tony was the first to collect his breath and he kissed me gently on
the cheek.  "I know this is going to sound silly right after great sex but
didn't Rick go down to get the pizza?"
	"Yeah, and I am hungry now that you remind me.  But I don't feel
like getting dressed."
	Tony pulled out and slipped his boxers on and stepped out of the
room.  By the time I was standing he was back with a towel.  "Here tie this
around your waist.  It'll cover just enough."
	He helped me and I kissed him.
	We found Rick in the living room watching TV and munching on a
slice of pizza.  "Supper's cold, but that's probably the only cold thing
around here."
	"Rick, please," Tony said.
	"It was my idea, not Tony's," I said, "Please don't be mad at him."
	"I'm not, it's just I wanted to fuck you."
	I picked up a slice and sat on his lap.  Something hard started to
grow below me.  "There's plenty of time after supper, isn't there?"  I
wiggled my butt.
	"Yeah, there is, but get off of me before I cum right now."
	I got off as Tony put his arms around Rick's neck and kissed him.
"You know I love you."
	"Yeah, I know.  I'm sorry love, Fido."
	We finished the two pies, two orders of bread sticks and the rest
of the six pack.  Then we watched TV and talked until Tony had to go home.
	Rick locked the house up, and brought me to him.  As we kissed he
untied the towel and let it drop to the floor.  I let his hands roam where
they might until he led me up the stairs.  The smell in his bedroom
reminded me of my room after a long sex session, but there was a
difference.  I tried passing it off on it being Rick and Tony and not the
three assholes but wondered if the fact that I was willing had made a
difference as well.
	Such deep thoughts vanished as Rick led me to his cum soaked bed
and lay me down on my back.  "What position do you want me in?" I asked.
	"This one," he said and took my cock into his mouth.  Now I'd
already cum a couple of times that day so I didn't think I had anything
left inside me but man was I wrong.
	Rick told me later that he and Tony were seventeen and had been
having sex for four years.  They dated girls because it was expected, even
fooled around a bit.  But at least for now they loved each other.  I didn't
understand it then, but when I met Joe I did.
	I reached down and ran my fingers through Rick's medium length,
light-brown hair and he increased his pace.  I found myself gasping for
breath as he began to draw sperm from the bottom of my balls, sperm that
had been there since birth.  My legs started cramping as it moved up the
pathways and I screamed when it spilled into his mouth.  My orgasm lasted
long after my seed and I was exhausted when I finally stopped.
	Rick moved up and we kissed, I tasted my sperm in his mouth and it
revived me.  "You ready?" I asked.
	He took my hand and placed it on his thick, hard cock.
	"You're ready, fuck me big boy."
	Rick moved between my legs and lifted them over his shoulders.
I've always been slight and his athlete's shoulders easily bore my weight.
He entered me slowly and gently.  Unlike Rick he took his time, an inch in,
a half out until he was finally completely inside me.  He was a better
fucker than Tony, and I told him so.  He made it last an impossibly long
time, constantly coming to the edge and backing off.  Unbelievably my
spent, exhausted penis was getting hard again but we left it alone.  My
legs aching I brought my ass muscles into play and the next time he started
to ease off I didn't let him and brought him over the top.  He screamed,
telling God that he was filling my ass with cum, and he screamed loud
enough that the Devil surely heard him as well.
	Panting he slowly withdrew his flaccid cock from my ass and
collapsed on top of me.  "Nobody's ever done that to me before," he panted.
"That was great."
	I smiled up at him, still unaccustomed to praise for having sex.
"Seven years of practice will do that," I said.
	"Shit, seven years ago I was just discovering boners," Rick said,
"God you've worn me out.  You want to sleep with me or use my brother's
bed?"
	"Here, if it's OK with you," I said and yawned, "but where's the
bathroom?"
	He took me in and we let our streams of piss mingle.  I felt the
cum leaking out of my ass but ignored it.  There might be more that night
or in the morning and I'd shower then.
	There was no more sex that night, or the next morning.  When his
alarm went off he had to get ready for school.  He took his shower first
and while I took mine he made breakfast.  I went to dress and found a clean
tee-shirt waiting for me.  I smiled, put it on and walked down the steps.
I found him in the kitchen putting scrambled eggs on two plates.
	"Thanks for the clean shirt Rick, I really appreciate it."
	"No problem, my brother will never miss it and this way I can jerk
off into your old one and think about you."
	I must have blushed and he laughed while he sat down.
	A good nights sleep and a shower sure did you a world of good,"
Rick said.
	"Along with some good sex," I added.  "I want to thank you for
everything."
	"No sweat.  Look, do you need any money?  I can give you a little."
	"No, I can't take anything more from you.  Can you drop me off at
the mall on your way to school?"
	"No problem, it's on the way.  Fido, there are other kids out there
who can take you in for a night here and there.  Some will want sex, some
wont but I'll put the word out that you're a good kid who won't rip anybody
off.  There are also men, like that guy at Macy's, who like having sex with
boys and who'll pay you for giving them a blowjob.  Hell, some would
probably pay you just to stand there naked as they jerk off."
	"I've seen stories about them on television.  Do you think there
are any like that at the mall?"
	"Probably, hang around the bathroom's at the different department
stores.  Especially Macy's and Penny's where the johns are near exits."
	"Thanks Rick, I really appreciate the info."
	"I'm sorry I have to give it to you."
	"You're helping me, do you have any idea how rare that is for me?"
	"Thank God, I don't.  Now let's get going before I'm late for
school."

	 Rick was also true to his word and at least once or twice a week
somebody invited me to spend the night at his home.
	That day at the mall I had my first customer.  Gave me twenty bucks
for a blowjob. That guy was the first of countless customers and believe me
I didn't mind.  I'd been a sex toy half my life, at least now I was getting
paid for it.  The ones who wanted to take me home or to a motel I turned
down, didn't trust them to bring me back, or not to kill me for that
matter.
	One guy arranged to shoot a video of me and some little kid in a
handicap stall.  The boy, about eight, was naked when I walked into the
bathroom and I followed him into the stall.  He pulled down my pants and
blew me, I came all over his face.  I walked out, got my hundred bucks and
never saw either one again.
	I could tell you more stories but you know the two most important
ones.  How I met Joe and how I met my dad.  Everything else was nice kids
and meaningless sex.  But you know during the four months I lived at the
mall I never learned Bob's last name and no cop ever asked what I was doing
there all day, every day.

	Wow, I just checked, over 5700 words and I didn't really tell you
about what I was going to.  My first week of school.  But you know, I'm
glad I wrote this.  I've always wanted to give Rick and Tony the credit
they deserve.  They're at UCLA together, sharing a dorm room and having
fun, or so Rick's brother Kyle told me before English the other day.  He's
nice, cute, a lot like his brother.  Maybe I'll find out how alike one day.
Rick and Tony had gone to Longston High.  Kyle's at the academy because he
needs some remedial classes that the public high school couldn't provide.
	I'd tell you about school now but Joe just walked into the room and
is standing to my left slowly stripping, so frankly I've got something else
on my mind.  I'll tell you next time.