Date: Thu, 7 May 1998 22:28:36 -0400 From: Sidney Gittler 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.