Date: Thu, 26 Mar 1998 22:23:27 -0500 From: Sidney Gittler Subject: Mall Punk Part 12 This is the twelfth installment of the ongoing love story between a man and a teenaged boy. If that kind of thing disturbs you please don't go further. This story and all its characters are completely fictional. Neither this or any part of the story should serve as an inducement to break any laws you live under. Mall Punk: Part 12 Coming Out by Sid G. Copyright 1998 Jon and I had a great weekend up at the Concord Hotel. Sometimes we hung with Brandon and his family as a group but mostly the kids disappeared for most of the day, surfacing only for food or money. What was really nice was being treated like a parent by the Markems and everybody else there. Really felt good that nobody thought anything out of the ordinary about our relationship. At night sexual passions suppressed by depression since the confrontation with Jon's brother Paul at their father's house reawakened. It was like Jon had been reborn after a carefree week of fun and clean country air. A week in which I'd been able to relax and not worry about Jon all the time. Even went out with a couple of old friends for the first time since I met my young love. Jon fell asleep as soon as we pulled onto the highway and didn't budge until I pulled into our favorite diner for supper. While we ate he told me some of the things he and Brandon had done that he couldn't tell me around his friend's parents.... "Remember I told you I'd crashed at Brandon's house twice before we met?" "Yes." "The first time he turned down my offer, the second time he had me give him a blow job. One quicky before bed, no big deal to me." I started to remind him that it had turned into a nasty deal that day at the Y but just nodded instead. "Wednesday night we're getting ready for bed and he asks me what's it like to 'sleep in the raw.' The only thing I could do was tell him to try it because some people don't find it comfortable. He took his pajamas off and faced me with his cock swinging in the breeze. 'Remember this?' He asked.' 'Gee, I haven't seen you naked since we changed to go swimming this afternoon.' 'That wasn't when I had in mind.' Now to be honest he's grown a few inches since the last time I crashed with him and his cock had grown about an inch too." "We've talked about this Jon," I said. "I know, and I remembered then. I took a breath and told him to sit on his bed...... ***** "What's the matter Jon? I thought you enjoyed sucking cock?" Brandon asked. "Is that what this week's been about Brandon? Yeah, I remember blowing you the second time I crashed at your house but I thought we were becoming friends. Real, regular friends and not someone you wanted around to get your rocks off." "No you're wrong Jon, I mean you're right. Oh shit, I didn't expect this at all. Shit I'm sorry. I do want us to be friends. I've really enjoyed these last few days with you and I don't want to wreck it." "I believe you, then what was that 'remember this' about? After that time at the Y I didn't think you'd want to do anything like that again." Brandon bent over and covered his face with his hands. I thought I heard him crying so I went over to him and put my arm around his shoulders. "I'm sorry Bran, that was cold and wrong. I've forgiven you and the others for that. I really have." "I haven't forgiven myself," Brandon said, "look you have your secrets and so do I." He took a deep breath. "I see this shrink every week, and we talk about a lot of stuff, especially sex, and why I feel the way I feel..." "Bran, look its OK you don't have to." "I want to, need to. Actually he and I have been practicing this conversation." "Go ahead." "I used to think I hated gays." "Look, I may not have any real schooling but I've read enough on the net to understand that somebody like me can be scary. Runaway fag whore. Everything you've been warned against." "You're not getting it Jon. Oh God." Brandon buried his head in his hands again and started crying again. I pulled him close to me and tried to think. Then I realized he was leaning into me. "Tell me Brandon, spit it out and I'll understand." Brandon sat up and wiped his red eyes. "After that day I finally really opened up to him. Told him everything I did. And why." "Why?" "I told him that girls don't turn me on. Guys do. In fact when we were in the shower and I saw you naked again I remembered the second time you stayed over. How great the blow job felt and I started getting hard. I started everything just to cover my own feelings." "So you think you're gay?" He nodded and turned his head towards me. "So if I blow you and you like it its proof that your gay?" Brandon shrugged. "That's what I thought. I'm sorry Jon, this really isn't how I planned this. Just seemed a way to bring it up. Forgive me please." He turned away again and lowered his head. "Look at me." He shook his head. "Look at me damn you." When he lifted his head I saw the tears and all I could do was smile. I leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. "You're forgiven my friend. And yes I'm really gay but you know what. My blowing you wont prove anything and your blowing me wont prove anything more than your just having kissed another boy." "How will I know?" "Oh you'll know. Just give it time. Now give me a hug and lets go to sleep." ***** "Wow, that was something. I'm really proud of you Jon." "I know, of course once I was sure he was asleep I jerked off to the thought of him sucking on my cock." We both laughed at that. As we drove up our block Jon spotted a car in the driveway. "Watch out Stya, there's a car in the driveway. Shit, its Mr. Werner's. I hope nothing happened." I resisted easy reassurances as I pulled up in front of the house. As I turned off the engine two people emerged from the car. Mr. Werner from the driver's side and Joe from the other. We both let out a sigh of relief as we got out of the car. The tension between Joe and his father was evident as we approached. "Hello Don, Joe, I hope you haven't been waiting too long," I said. Mr. Werner waved my comment away. "Can we go inside please, we need to talk." "Sure, let me get the suitcase and we'll be set." Unrequested silence fell until we were seated in the living room. Mr. Werner and I took the end chairs and the boys sat on the couch between us. "Stya, they want me to go to Longston Academy in September and not Harding Middle School. Please talk to him. I don't want to go there, I want to go to Harding with Jon," Joe pleaded. "You want to back up a second," I said, "Don, you want to explain this to me." "That's the crux of the issue but its brought up other concerns. But lets start with that. I've got nothing against Harding or Longston High but the Academy is a better school." "More prestigious you mean," Joe grumbled. "You'll get your turn Joe," I said and when he nodded I got a stare from his father. "Yes its more prestigious, yes almost all the top executives from Mr. Sorrel on down send or have sent their children there but it is a better school. Even your teachers would tell you that Joe." He stopped and took a deep breath. "His first response was that all his friends were at Harding but I told him that a few did go to the Academy and that he could still see the others after school and homework, just like now." "'But its not the same,'" I said. Don Werner nodded. "We started going round and round and I was about at the 'I said your going so your going' when he flat out said he would only go where Jon went." "That's right!" Joe shouted from the couch. "I love him and I'm not letting him start school alone." "Joe!" Jon gasped. All I could do was stare back and forth between the two Werners. "I can see your surprised about that too Stya." Don said. I took a breath, knowing I had to answer this both honestly and carefully. "Don, what surprises me is not that Joe loves Jon." "And I love him," Jon interrupted and shut up at my quick glance. His hand inched over and grabbed Joe's." "Or that. It is him saying it like that. It takes a lot of guts." "Hold on," Joe's father interrupted, "you mean you knew my son was gay?" "Yes, and Jon and I are gay too. It's why my father brought the two of us together when Jon came in and they needed a foster home for him." OK, that was stretching the truth, all right a pure lie, but its one my parents, Jon and I had agreed on. "I need a drink," Don muttered. "Jon can you get me some ice and the two of you go into the kitchen for awhile." "Sure, come on Joe." "Dad," Joe said. "I do love you and mom." Joe ran out of the room before his father could respond. I had poured the drinks and Don had taken a healthy gulp before another word was said. "He does love you Don. You should have heard the pride in his voice when he told us you'd been promoted." "I know, I know he does and I've got nothing against gays, actually my youngest brother is gay. But I guess I can understand what my parents felt when he came out, and he was twenty." "My father started by listing all the laws, by section mind you, that were used against gay sex or existence. Fortunately New Jersey's become a lot more legally enlightened since then but its still not easy. But, as you can see, he accepted it." "Do they have sex together?" "They sleep in the same bed when Joe stays over. More than that you have to ask him since I respect their privacy. How's Mrs. Werner taking it?" "Went from wailing at where she went wrong to wanting to join P-FLAG." I refilled our drinks and waited for him to continue. "Where do we go from here?" "I don't think breaking them up is possible or a good idea. Jon's already lived on the streets and Joe will follow him." "What about school? Longston Academy is both more demanding while giving the student room for progressing at his own pace. I think Joe needs that but how do we get over this hurdle." He pulled a brochure out of his pocket and handed it to me. "Look at this, excellent academics, good sports programs and yes I'll admit it, it will be good for me at work to have my kids there." I scanned through the pages. Kids were all neat but no uniforms, Don was right about the schools credentials and reputation. On the inside back cover I saw the name I was looking for as Vice-Chairman of the school's board. "I see Jon's cousin is on the board. Maybe we can use that to get Jon admitted too." "You think so? I mean Jon's a bright kid but without any formal schooling." "He's more likely to get the individual attention he needs. Let's see what I can do in the morning." We called the boys out and Don told them the plan. The boys started giggling between the thanks. "I knew you'd be happy but what's so funny Joe?" "Uh, well, you see, Jon and I were talking and came up with the same idea." "Yeah, that's right," Jon added, a little too quickly. "Good, I'm really happy that's settled. Now all we have to do is convince the admitting committee. Hopefully your cousin really does have enough pull." That caused another round of giggling between the boys. One I had a hard time not joining. Don looked at all of us quizzically. Joe and I looked at Jon. Jon finally settled down. "Mr. Werner, Lamont Sorrel is not my cousin, he's my father," Jonathan Sorrel said. "But I thought he only," he stopped and thought. "That's right I remember one dinner party when this little boy came down just for dinner and then disappeared again. That was you?" "One of my rare public appearances, but we do not discuss my family history." Don paused for a long minute and then nodded. "Then when he said he was talking with his two youngest sons it wasn't Peter and David but you and Peter?" "And Joe and Stya were there too." "Too much, too much in one day. But I guess we have two of the Academy's newest students in front of us Stya." "I guess so. But Don, that last bit does not go any further, especially at work." He nodded. "I understand and you have my word Jon, not even to your father." "Thanks Mr. Werner, for everything." He stretched upward and kissed Joe's father on the cheek. "Now tell me about this brother of yours." "Which brother, oh you mean Eric." "Yes, tell us about my 'swinging bachelor Uncle Eric who'll never get married.'" Joe added. "About five foot seven, collar length dirty blonde hair, three time state champ in wrestling and deep blue eyes to die for," I said. "I take it you know my brother," Don said. "Nope, never met him." We all laughed at that. "He was in my year at Longston but we didn't travel in the same circles and only had a couple of classes together. Eric was the macho jock and I was the arty type. So where is he and what does he do?" "Lives in Millburn, alone, and heads our graphic arts department." "Interesting, tell him I said hello, if he remembers me that is." "Oh, I'll remind my Uncle. You don't have to worry about that Stya." "On that note I think we'd better get going," Don said. "Have to tell your mother the good news." "One final thing Don. Jon and I were planning on going on vacation and obviously Jon wants Joe to come along. If its OK with you of course." "Where?" "My brother has a secluded cabin, house really, right on Lake Cosmos that I use the first two weeks of August every year. Three bedrooms, small boat, private beach. Really quiet and beautiful." "Please dad, I promise to behave and listen to Stya. Please." The final please lasted thirty seconds at least. "You want to argue with that?" Don asked. "No way." "But I'm going to hold you to that promise son. Now lets get going." I walked Don out to the car and the boys followed a minute later. We waved as they drove off. When they were out sight we walked around the house to the deck. Jon cleaned off the chairs as I turned on the lights. We sat in silence staring at the stars. Jon took my hand and I gave his a gentle squeeze. Happiness had come to Longston.