Date: Sat, 24 Jan 1998 22:42:46 -0500 From: Sidney Gittler Subject: Mall Punk Part Ten Gentleman; presented for your enjoyment is the latest chapter of Mall Punk. An ongoing, but completely fictional account of the developing relationship between a man and a boy. Too much has happened to summarize, so if you haven't read the first nine parts they're in the gay/adult-youth section of the Nifty Archive. For those who have been following the story this takes place immediately after the events in Part Nine but proposes a lot happier future than the past revealed in that chapter. All the regular caveats apply. All comments greatly appreciated. Mall Punk is copyrighted 1997, 1998. Mall Punk: Part Ten After saying good-bye to Lamont Sorrel, Jon's father, I left the mansion and took a deep breath. From the portico I looked out over the large lawn and watched the two boys. On the outside Joe looked more shaken than Jon. To an extent that was understandable since he had been totally unprepared for what he'd heard. I figured he had a thousand questions racing through his head as he tried putting together everything he'd learned today with everything else he knew about the boy he loved. I followed Joe's gaze and studied the boy I loved as well. Jon was standing in the middle of the lawn staring out the gate. No movement. No sound. After five minutes I walked up behind him and put my arms around him. He put his hands over mine. "You've come a long way since the last time you went out those gates." "Have I Stya? I was so scared something was going to happen in there. When he called for Reggie I was afraid it was a signal for him to kill you and Joe. Then Peter and I would get on a plane to wherever the other two are and I'd get fucked to death." He turned in my arms, buried his head in my chest and started sobbing. I glanced over at Jon and saw the tears running down his cheeks. I opened my arms and he ran over, putting one arm around each of us and started crying too. It took a while for us to get composed but what really brought us back to reality was the screech of tires speeding down the driveway from the side of the house. I spun my head and saw a white Ford Bronco rounding the bend way too fast. I was afraid that the car would either flip or crash into the slowly opening gates. Then I realized Reggie was driving the car. He saw us and started to stop. I started to yell for the boys to get back up on the porch but Reggie changed his mind and kept heading down the driveway. His hesitation had given the gates time to open and he just squeezed through. "Let's get out of here," I said. "Stya." "Yes Jon?" "I never want to come back here again." "What if..." "Make him come to us," he interrupted. "Where we going? Or do you want to take me home so you two can be alone?" Joe asked. "No, I need you with me," Jon replied quickly, "but I don't want to go home either. I want to go somewhere and do something fun." "Yeah," Joe said. "Into the car, I'll put the top down and we'll hit the open road." We quickly left Longston behind and headed into the more rural northwest part of the state. We stopped at a McDonald's drive thru and with some junk food in our stomachs the mood began to lighten. Jon had taken his shirt off and was basking in the warm late June sun. He started twisting back and forth in his seat next to mine to talk to me and Joe. I couldn't see what Joe was doing in the back but when we got caught at a light Jon took off his seat belt and crawled over the back and next to Joe. "There's a middle seat belt back there," I said. "Yes daddy," came a little boy's voice from the back, followed by giggles. "Can you raise the roof Stya?" I heard the belt snap shut as I pushed the button to close the roof. I was a little nervous about what they were doing in the back. On the other hand I loved those rare times Jon called me 'daddy,' whatever the tone or reason. From the back seat came the sounds of passion. Through the rear view mirror I could see the two boys kissing, hands roaming over naked chests. One hand from each boy disappeared from view. Joe turned in the seat and pushed Jon back on the seat and started licking and kissing his way down a virtually hairless chest. Jon moaned as Joe sucked on each nipple and ran his hand through his lover's hair. Joe's head disappeared from view and Jon sighed with pleasure. Ten miles later Jon gasped and kicked the back of my seat. Two miles later Jon sat up and the two boys kissed passionately. "I hate to stop the fun but we're almost there," I said as I threw a box of tissues into the back. They had cleaned up and gotten their pants back on by the time I turned off the road. Jon slid over to the other window and was the first to spot our destination. "What's that Stya? Is that where we're going?" "Skylands Park, home of the Sussex Cardinals." "That's that A level baseball team," Joe shouted, "fantastic, I've never been to a pro baseball game." "Your father's never taken you to the Yankees or Mets?" I asked. "He hates baseball, I had to beg him to come to my Little League games. It's why I'm trying to be a better basketball player. 'That's a real game. Action not standing around,'" Joe lowered his voice an octave to imitate his father. "Well we're here and I need you two on good behavior." Jon gyrated his hips as he got out of the car, "Why Stya? Can't we fuck in our seats?" "Not today, I talked my partner into getting one the luxury boxes for the season and he's meeting us here with his wife and twelve year old twin sons." "I think we can keep our hands off each other for four quarters," Jon said. "Nine innings," Joe and I said together. "You teach him," I said to Joe. On the way up to the box I bought them each a hat and baseball shirt, which they quickly put on. My partner and his family were already there watching the Cardinals warm up. "Harry, Laura, I'd like you to meet my foster son Jonathan Sorrel and his friend Joe Werner. Boys, this is Harry Lowell, my business partner as well as my friend since grade school, his wife Laura, and sons Reuben and Benjamin." "I'm glad to finally meet you Jon. Stya's talked about nothing else since you came into his life, and I don't think I've ever seen him happier." "Well that makes two of us. And I do appreciate your giving him the time off when I've needed him. It's really made a difference." "My pleasure, besides from what Stya tells me without your help at the trade show we wouldn't be able to afford this box. Now why don't the four of you go get food for all of us before the game starts." He reached into his wallet, gave Jon the money and the four boys ran out together. "You've been holding out on me partner." I hid a shudder as I sat. "What do you mean?" "That is Joe Werner as in the son of Donald Werner, corporate counsel for Sorrel Enterprises and one of the top candidates to succeed Lamont as COO." "I've met his parent's briefly and talked to Joe's mother a couple of times on the phone when the boys were trying to set something up, but yes, you've got him pegged. By the way Donald hates baseball, this is Joe's first pro game. Never even been into the city for a game. In the fall we'll try for a Nets or Knicks game, that's his sport." The boys made it back just as the Opening Day ceremonies were beginning. Handed each adult one hot dog and one medium soda and headed for the porch seats with a lot more than that apiece. They put everything on the tables and stood for the Star Spangled Banner. Curiously, while Jon and Joe were sitting next to each other they were at different tables. Each sharing one with a different twin. "How much did you tell the boys Harry?" "Just what you told me. They were really shocked that parents could or would keep a kid that isolated and deprived. I told them to behave naturally, he isn't looking for sympathy." I turned back to the window. "They seem to have listened. Reuben's really giving Jon a baseball lesson." For the first few innings I spent as much time watching the boys as I did the game. Then in the fourth inning the Cardinals opened with a homer and kept going from there and I lost track of them. At the seventh inning stretch the home team was ahead by ten and I realized that Reuben and Jon had disappeared. When they hadn't returned by the end of the inning I stuck my head out the door. "Joe, where did Jon and Reuben go?" "There's batting cages at the end of the grandstand Mr. Maskovitz," Benjamin responded, " Ru and Jon went to try them out." Ten minutes later Reuben ran into the box by himself and hugged his parents, tears streaming down his cheeks and apologizing like mad. Harry pulled Reuben onto his lap as Benjamin and Joe hurried in. "What's wrong? What are you apologizing for?" The anxious father asked. "Everything." "I'm the one who should be apologizing," came a voice from the door. I turned to see Jon shuffling his feet, not sure if he should come in. I walked over and took his hand. "Why should you be apologizing? What happened out there?" "We were finished at the batting cage and we took a couple of empty seats by the field. Ru started bitching about his parents and brother. How I was lucky to have walked away from mine and found someone who really loved me. I started telling him how lucky he was to have two parents who loved him and did things with him. A brother whose idea of playing with him was Nintendo 64 and not, and not." Jon stopped and took a deep breath. "I lost it at that point and everything came out. I'm sorry, I just. . ." Jon turned and started crying into my shirt. "He told me I should get my ass up here and be grateful for what I have," Reuben said. I led Jon outside to the chairs, shaking my head as Joe turned to join us. Jon crawled onto my lap, put his head on my shoulders and closed his eyes. After several minutes he fell asleep and my mind started wondering what to do now. What to say to Jon? Harry, Laura and their sons? Joe? Myself? As the game ended a shadow fell across us. "So that's Lamont Sorrel's youngest son," Harry said. I nodded. "Don't worry, I'm not mad you didn't tell me the truth. From what Joe and Reuben told us I guess I'd deny it too." "We weren't totally denying it really. Part was security, part not wanting to face reality. Then this morning. Did Joe tell you?" "Yes, horrifying, totally horrifying. I don't know how you walked out of there without killing someone." "Wouldn't have done Jon any good." I looked down at my sleeping foster son and lover. "Do you mind driving Joe home?" I whispered. Harry put his hand on my shoulder. "No problem buddy. See you at the office." Joe came out to say he understood and kissed me on the cheek as he said good-bye. I sat with Jon in my arms as the maintenance crew worked around us. About an hour after the game he finally woke up. He smiled up at me and I kissed his forehead. "Did we win the game?" "Fourteen to three," I said with a giggle. "How you feeling?" "Better I think. Where is everybody?" "Left an hour ago. I sent Joe home with them." "Why?" He flared. "Because we, you and I, need some time alone." Jon nodded, got off my lap and headed inside. After a quick stop at the men's room we walked out to the car. As soon as we were in the car Jon started kissing me. A long, deep, hard, passionate kiss. When we finally broke he looked me in the eye. "Do you still love me?" I smiled. "Yes, I love you now and forever. Yes, I'm still trying to make sense of today, but my love for you is unconditional. I love you Jonathan Sorrel and don't you ever doubt that." We kissed again. A couple of miles down the road I pulled into the Mobil station for gas. Jon went in to the store and picked up two Diet Dr. Peppers and a bag of chocolate chip cookies. A few miles later Jon spotted a sign for a park and we pulled in even though it was almost dark. A hundred feet in I came to a small parking area near three picnic benches. We took our sodas and cookies and walked over. "Stya, I really am sorry about today." "Why?" "I ruined everybodys good time. Embarrassed you. Mostly though I had no right to pour everything out onto Reuben. He didn't need to hear all my shit." "If you owe anybody an apology for that it's Reuben. I'll give you his phone number and you can call him tomorrow if you want." Jon nodded. "And if you feel you owe me an apology I guess I owe you a bigger one." "Why?" "When Harry and I planned this it seemed like a good way for everybody to meet each other. I didn't know about this morning's session with your father and brother. When that was over I didn't think about the affect it had on you. To do anything that involved somebody besides the three of us was basically stupid on my part." "How could you know what I'd do? I didn't plan to tell him my life story." I shrugged. "Bet it felt good to let it out though." Jon paused and thought for a moment. "Yeah, it did. I've got to give Ru credit. He sat there and listened the whole time. I wasn't holding him down, didn't even touch him. And he never made a move to split. When I was finished we sat there for a few minutes before I told him to go upstairs and I felt a hundred pounds lighter." "You did something you've really never done before. Communicated with someone else." "I've told you and Joe." "But talking honestly to people is still new to you, isn't it? Before this morning how much detail had you really told Joe? Plus, especially after this morning, you're feeling the anger and hatred you buried for years and you're trying to let go of it so you can enjoy life." "I see where your going, I think, but can we move on to something else?" I got up and took his hand. "Come with me." I led him further into the park. Dim light bulbs lighting our way. We finally reached another large open area. It was deserted this late June evening. "What's this?" Jon asked. "A playground. You should have spent a lot of happy hours in places like this. But you know what?" "Tell me." I could see a mischievous grin creeping in. "I still like playing on swings." "I noticed that in the basement." "I mean those kinds," I said pointing and then started to run over. I jumped on one and started up. Jon sat on the next one and sat tentatively watching me. I stopped mine and walked over behind him. "I'll get you started, OK?" "Please." A gentle shove got him going and within minutes he had the pumping technique down pat. Of course Jon's been good at pumping since I've known him. I got back on my swing and we both reached for the sky. We ran from the swings to the slide to the jungle gym. Jon hooked his arms around the bars and swung loose. "Fido knows how to use this toy." "No dogs allowed, I said and unbuttoned his pants as he continued to hang. Our lips met as I slipped his pants down and a stiff prick popped up. The snaps on his new shirt popped open and my lips darted to his left nipple. My hand squeezed his cock as I kissed, licked, sucked and bit first the left and then the right nipple into hardness. Lust escaped from Jon's lips as the sexual animal bred into him emerged. "Suck me Stya. Suck me now!" I responded to my lover's wish, swallowing his six inches quickly. My nose nuzzled in the growth of pubic hair that replaced the shaved look he'd had when I picked him up at the mall four months earlier. I grabbed his butt as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock. When it was rock hard I pulled off and licked the precum from his slit and then coated his cock with it. I bent over and took first one ball, then the other and finally both succulent sacks into my mouth and bathed them with my tongue. When I felt his juices begin to surge I quickly dropped them and licked my way up his throbbing prick. The sounds Jon made as I swallowed his leaking tool were the most beautiful sounds in the world to me. They were sounds not only of lust about to be consummated but of fulfillment, happiness, security, release and love. I can only hope to God that you understand what I mean. My mouth stopped working so I could listen to his music. With a final beat he came into my mouth. I swallowed as blast after blast flew from his loins into my heart. When he was finally spent his cock slipped out of my mouth and I gently lifted him off the bars and lay him down on the lawn surrounding the playground. I sat next to him, leaned down and kissed him. Jon lapped up the remains of his cum from my mouth. Searching for every drop that remained. When he got everything he could Jon slid down and unbuckled my pants, drew my cock out and duplicated my trick of slicking it up with his cum. He slowly licked my balls and cock into hardness. Occasionally he would flick my piss hole but he never took my head into his mouth. Finally he looked me in the eye. "Fuck me Stya." "You don't" "Shut up and fuck me," he said as he flipped onto his back and finished kicking off his pants. When he was ready so was I. I put my cock at the entrance of his experienced but extremely sexy love canal and slowly entered. Once I was all the way in I leaned over and kissed him. "Fuck me Stya. Fuck me long and hard." I started off with trying to make it long. Long, slow strokes in his relaxed butt. There weren't any noises now. Just a smile. Unfortunately I could tell long wasn't going to be in the books so I made it hard instead. I pounded his ass as fast and hard as I could and rewarded my love with a huge load up his ass. When I was finished I pulled out, lowered his legs to the ground and pulled his head around onto my chest. "I love you Jon, with all my heart and soul. And not just for moments like this." "I love you Stya, especially when you're holding me in your arms." We sat quietly watching the moon and stars. It was a while before either of us spoke. "Thanks Stya, I really needed this time alone with you. I've been thinking, you know what I want to do when we get home?" "Tell me." "I'm going downstairs, get the leash and collar and throw it in the trash. My brothers created Fido and I'm going to kill him tonight." I brought him into my arms, "Nothing would make me happier." Jon gave me a quick peck on the lips. "But don't worry, Jonathan likes playing rough too." We could have probably slept the night in the playground but a cool breeze and a light rain got us up and back into our clothes. On our way out Jon spotted a sign for a fund raiser to improve the playground. "Write the info down," he said. "Why?" I asked as I pulled my note pad out. "The Robin Sorrel Playground has a nice ring to it. We've got to have enough money in the account to get that done. Can we?" "Here or someplace closer to home?" "The first one here, because of everything that's happened today. Then we'll find one in Longston that needs fixing up. I took the long way home and after splitting a pizza at some strip mall joint and cones at Dairy Queen we got home close to eleven. The porch light was on which concerned me because I knew I hadn't turned it on. As I was reaching for my cell phone to call the police the front door opened and Joe came running out. Jon flew out the car door and into Joe's arms. I was a step behind him but stayed a step away. When they stopped kissing I finally spoke, "What are you doing here? I told Harry to take you home." "He did, but when we got there we found a note that my parents and younger brother had been invited to a last minute dinner with Lamont Sorrel and they didn't know when they'd be home. I told Harry I'd be all right, but as soon as they left I ran over here and let myself in with the key Jon gave me." "Did you leave them a note?" I asked. "No, didn't think of it. Maybe I'd better call." We headed inside and I checked the answering machine before Joe picked up the phone. The first message was from Joe's father. "Stya, since Joe's not home yet I presume he's still with you. If he is please have him call and leave a message on the machine if we're not home yet. Tell him everything is OK and he's listening to the voice of the new Chief Operating Officer of Sorrel Enterprises. Tell him I love him while your at it. Thanks Stya." Joe looked at us, "This can't be a coincidence." "Call him, if they're home I'll drive you right over." Joe dialed and it had to be his father who answered. After "congratulations" Joe asked him what happened. A few minutes later Joe said, "Cool, I'll be home in fifteen." "What happened?" Jon asked before I could. "Seems your father said he was talking things over with two of his sons this morning and he decided my father was the best one for the job." "We never used your last name, how'd he know?" Jon asked. "My father has his office plastered with our pictures. Your father must have recognized me and just didn't say anything. Wow, this is too much. What a fucking day." "Yeah," I said. "I've got to piss before we go. We'll leave when I get out." "Sure Stya," Jon said and took Joe into his arms. On my way back I slowed before I reentered the living room. Jon was talking softly. "I know you're all right Joe. You've coped with today better than I could have prayed for. I'm so grateful you were with me this morning." "You don't have to do this baby." "I do love, I do. I'm sorry I lied to you, didn't tell you everything before but I'm still coming to grips with it. Today, today was so, I finally had to face some things. Realize that I'm not all right yet." "You'll get there. But you know what? Part of you was always there. That weekend at my house when you told me your name was Jon showed me more of a real kid. The one I love." "I love you Joe. I need you." They started kissing and I went into the kitchen to dry my eyes before I reentered the living room. As we got into the car I hugged Joe and whispered, "I love you Joe and I appreciate everything you've done and said today." "Thanks Stya," he whispered back, "Jon and you mean everything to me."