Counting

Chapter 14

by Tux


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Hey guys it's Tux and I can't express the joy that I have that you all love reading my story. I wasn't really sure in the beginning but working with Andrew, he built my confidence and I wrote my story down. I'm so excited to keep writing the story and bringing you more emotional connection, drama, and victories for young AJ and Zack. After writing so far into the story, I've become very attached to AJ and Zack, more than I thought I was going to be able to, and I look forward to sharing the rest of his story with you.

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Chapter 14 - Welcome Home AJ


AJ

1 Month Later

The wind whistles by my face. I fling my arms out and close my eyes; it feels like I'm flying. "Boys!Boys! Slow down!" I hear my mom yell at us and I laugh. The chair is a smooth ride, and Zack is driving it as fast as he can. Then I feel him slam on the brakes and I have to grab the arm rest to stop myself from tumbling out of the chair. My eyes burst open to see the chrome elevator within inches of my foot rest.

"That was so close, little bro!" My boyfriend yells out and embraces me in a bear hug over my shoulder. My excitement can not be contained and I'm told repeatedly to stay in the chair as I bounce around. I stand up real quick and hit the elevator button, which earns me a look from mom, but my innocence look wins over the nurses. Being with him always raises my spirits. I know he's been with me for the last three weeks, but this is different. This time... we're going home.

The parking garage is dark and creepy. The echoes of vehicles moving on different floors add to the uneasy feeling I have. The nurses and Zack wait with me while my mom goes and gets the SUV. The nurses help me into the SUV, in the middle seat, where we get the most privacy. Zach is there waiting for me and helps me get buckled up in this stupid booster seat. I've got one more year until I'm old enough to sit without it no matter how short I am. The nurses and mom hand off my suitcases, some dirty laundry, some medical stuff I got for my leg brace, and stuff for my spine injector.

You heard right, I said `Spine Injector.' The reason I was at the hospital an extra month was so they could fit me with an injector. It's a small, thin box that's taped to the small of my back. Every morning when I take my meds, my mom has to fill the injector with this medicine that pumps into my spine over time during the day. I have to return to the hospital every month for a new injector and they reattach it to my back.

Mom drives us back to the farm, and every once in a while, I see her look at us in the rear view mirror and smile. Zack's been holding both of my hands ever since we left the hospital, and we've spent most of our time lip-locked and tongue-tied. If you get my meaning, I giggle a little as his hands move to my rock-hard penis and mom asks us, "What's going on back there?" Causing both of us to giggle.

As we pull up to the house, it takes all three of us to get me and Zack out of the SUV with our gimpy legs. I work myself up the steps with my forearm crutches. I've had a month to practice with them, but never on stairs. After struggling to get to the top, mom laughs and says, "Next time we'll use the back door." There are only three steps onto the deck, making it much easier.

I take a breather while Zack, using his cane, works his way up to me. "Go ahead, AJ, open the door,"

`That's odd,' I think, and I lean forward to open the door. The door swings open and I feel Zack's hand on my back, stabilizing me for the...

"SURPRISE!" Shouts a room full of kids. The room is decorated with streamers, balloons, and signs that say, `HAPPY BIRTHDAY AJ!' and `WELCOME HOME AJ!' I'm overtaken by the celebration in front of me, and my smile couldn't be bigger.

Zack kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear, "Happy birthday, lover."

"...but my birthday was two months ago?"

Brian is head of the line of greeters, and he wraps me in a warm hug. "Well you left your last party before it began, so we all agreed to be here when you got home!" He shouts over the music and the talking. I drop my crutches and launch myself into Brian's arms. Zack is right there holding my back, so I just move one hand to the next in line. I'm so excited they can barely understand me, so I just hug as many as I can. I've never had so many people care about me... like brothers.

"Wow you look great in glasses!" Comments Craig when he gets his hug. "They look like Ben Franklin glasses."

"Sorry, little bro," Zeke says as he gives me the special handshake that only the twins and I know. "They would only let one of us kids in to see you, and I decided you needed Zack more than me." At the end of the hand shake, he pulls me in for a deep hug.

"I know, they told me. But I did need you too." It's quick, but as he pulls away, I'm sure I see guilt on his face.

All my school friends are here: the lunch table boys, my friends from third grade, and some other boys I've seen at school but don't really know personally. Kids pat my back and exchange hugs as if they knew the real me, while Zack holds me steady. He's always at my back and will always hold me up.

Zack

It doesn't take long for AJ to fall asleep in my lap on the couch. He had been running on excitement since he got here, and I figured it would run out as soon as he sat down. The party went on without him, and they let him sleep. Zeke and Missy spent most of the time talking while she would reach for his hand to have it recoiled. Every time he pulled it away, he would check on AJ and me. I would give him a dirty look, and Missy would laugh at us.

Mom comes over to change the movie and kneels next to the couch. "Honey, you can't sleep out here. AJ, you need to get up and visit with guests or have Zack take you up stairs." He sits up and I rub his back while he yawns and rubs his eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry honey. I know it's been a long day. We'll open presents, and Zack will take you upstairs afterwards if you want." AJ nods and answers her with another yawn.

Mom turns off the music and AJ wobbles to the present table, and I follow close behind him. She has us all sit on the floor, and AJ in a chair. I hand him a present. He reads the card, and then opens the present. Dad and mom got him a 22 rifle just like ours. Chet got him a book on puzzles and a small bag of wire puzzles. Brian got him a skateboard just like his, and Brian's little brother, who is in the same third grade class as AJ, got him knee and elbow pads. Zeke got him a really nice rodeo rope and rodeo rope gloves.

When it was my turn, I moved myself in front of him, took a deep breath, and gazed into those emerald eyes that I first fell in love with. Nervousness overtakes me and I begin to have second thoughts. That's when a small, soft hand takes mine and my eyes find his. The rest of the room disappears. It's just him and me in a gentle void. I swallow hard and bring out a small box from my pocket and hand it to AJ. AJ takes it and my other hand stops him, "AJ, you have to understand that what's in this box isn't the present. It's what it symbolizes that is my gift to you." I release his hand I watch him timidly and carefully open the small gift. Once he opens it, I think my heart is going to explode and I begin to fidget with uncertainty. `Will he like it?' `Will he understand how seriously I take it?'

AJ sees it first, then takes the silver, it's as close to grey as I could get, chain from the box and holds it up for everyone to see. At the bottom of it is a gold ring. Zeke's eyes grow as big as saucers when he sees the ring. I nervously drop to one knee and my voice cracks when I tell him, "AJ, that is a growing chain, so you just add links to it as you grow up." My eyes scan over the crowd that is hooked on my every word. "The ring, well, it's one of the two rings worn by our father. Zeke wears the other one on his hand. I could never bring myself to wear mine, so ever since that day, it's been in a box in our room. I know it doesn't fit right now and I know we're really young, but I want you to have mine. Think of it as a promise ring. Will you wear it for me?"

He wipes a single tear from my cheek and leans in to kiss me. Everyone cheers and claps, but his little mouth, soft lips, and warm tongue dominate every thought, and my brain goes blank. Soon we are swarmed by our friends, and I hold him tightly to my chest as the swarm turns into a monkey pile of laughing, tickling, and even some groping until my mom and dad break it up.

Mom pulls AJ out of the pile and puts him up on her hip. Craig pulls me to my feet and I fist bump him. I watch AJ show his mom the chain and ring and I wonder if he really understands what I mean by giving it to him. She puts it on his neck and he looks intently at the ring. He looks up at me and smiles. Mom scans the room and waves me over. "Honey, take AJ up to his room for a nap."

"Awe mom! I'm not tired anymore," he whines and yawns at the same time.

I laugh a little and say, "Come on, little bro." He looks at me with his child-like face and begins to climb on my back. Once I get him safely latched on, we start our trek up the stairs. After step forty, he asks softly in my ear, "Am I going to miss my own party?"

"You just need an hour or so of rest; everyone will still be here," he seems to agree, then lays his head on my shoulder, and I can hear that soft breathing sound and his hot breath in my ear before we get to the top of the stairs. Once I lower him into bed, I get the privilege of undressing him. Looking at him spread eagle like this is too hot to not have some fun. I unbutton his short-sleeve shirt and see the silver chain with the ring lying on his bare chest. I slowly touch the ring and whisper, "You'd love him, dad." My hand glides down his thin, pale skin from his neck to his pants, causing him to moan in his sleep. Carefully, I undo the button clasp on his pants and unzip his fly very slowly. My hard-on is so painfully hard; I have to stop and move it around. Getting his pants off is getting easier for me. I look over his body and marvel at its art-like qualities.

His hair is longer than he likes, but I don't mind the Greek god-like golden curls. I think moving them from his face is totally hot. Because of his stupid sickness, his body still looks like a six or seven year old even though he's nine, and I'm confused why that turns me on like it does. I take off his glasses and lay them on the nightstand. Then I crawl onto the bed between his legs and feel his pale thighs up to his little green boxers. The color matches his emerald eyes. Slipping my fingers up into the boxers, he moans again, and unexpectedly, this moan has words, "Suck me Zack. Suck me hard, make me squeal."

I tug on his boxers and he lifts his butt, making it easier to pull them off. Once the green cloth passes his rock-hard erection, it flops onto his stomach. That is one thing I am happy about, for whatever reason his stunted growth has not effected his boy-bits. His wonderful four-inch penis is perfect and belongs on a granite statue. It's cut and the head is the ideal shape. His dick's shaft is about as thick as a roll of nickels, and I can't wait for it to get thicker. Going down on his little cock is complete bliss.

His moans are getting louder and I see him gripping the sheets. The only thought I have is, `I can't wait to fuck this lover of mine till he shouts for more.' But for now, I continue to wrap my tongue around his dickhead and deep throat him as much as possible. The danger of one of the twenty guests or the other five family members walking in on us is driving me crazy. I reach down and undo the button on my shorts. They drop to the floor, and I climb onto the bed, swinging my leg over AJ's head. He yanks my boxers down and struggles with getting them off, and when he does, he takes my dick so fast it makes me grunt. His muffled moans are vibrating down my dick as he takes me to my pubic hair. Like a hungry calf, he works my dick, smashing his face against my skin time and time again. My eyes begin to roll back into my head when he begins to pump his groin into my mouth. I grip his ass firmly and slip my middle finger into his small butthole and watch his toes grab the sheets.

It's a good thing he has my cock in his mouth because his dry orgasm made him scream like I was trying to murder him. His body shakes underneath me, and I enjoy the ride. His hands gripped my ass cheeks and when his body tried to cum, he pulled them apart and he stuck his fingers in my hole, causing me to release rope after rope of cum. It was so much that he couldn't keep up swallowing it, and it erupted out of his mouth and coated his face.

He keeps up the finger fucking until my soft dick slips out from between his lips. His dick, however, never goes soft and I roll to his right and turn him on his side, licking his dick. With every curl of my tongue around his dickhead, I'm rewarded with a body shiver from him and a giggle.

"Come here," he beckons me. Crawling up to him, our naked bodies merge together and I see my handy work on his face. I smile at him as he whispers, "I think I have something on my face. Could you help me clean it off?"

I take a huge lick through the cum that used to be deep inside me and then kiss him. I share it with him, and he cleans my tongue off, so I go back for more.

I kiss some more, then I whisper to him, "I better get back, before I'm missed." He looks overly sad and hugs me a little tighter. "If you liked that blow job as much as I did, you just wait till tonight for your reward."

He gives me an evil, cheeky smile, "Are you going to spank me, Mister?"

I answer his evil idea about tonight with his boxers gently rubbed into his face. Then I lean in close to him and whisper through the boxer fabric, "Let's just say that you will have to cover your head with your pillow, and even then, I think we're still going to get caught." He quickly pulls his boxers off his face and kisses me.

"Boys!" Dad shouts up the stairs. "Is everything okay up there? I'm coming up," we both scramble to get dressed as much as we can. AJ manages to get his boxers back on and slips under the covers while I get mine on, but I run into a snag with my shorts. One leg goes in without issue, but the other one gets caught on my leg brace, and after a couple hops, I fall over on the floor just as dad walks in.

He walks to the bed, and I stand up with my shorts around my ankles. He looks at AJ and his cum covered face that we both forgot to wipe off. Dad sits on the bed and pats it as if to ask me to sit down also. He turns and grabs AJ gently and pulls him across his lap. Then he bends down and picks up AJ's shirt off the floor and wipes his face clean, well, as clean as he could. Looking into AJ's face, he sighs and then looks to me and wraps his other arm around my shoulders and brings me into a nice three-way hug.

He nods his head and releases us from the hug and pats AJ's legs that he has swung over his lap. "I believe this talk is long overdue. We could hear the little screamer downstairs." AJ's face turns bright red, and he hides it with both hands. I'm sure my face color matches his, but I worry about what my friends will think. He continues, "Now don't worry too much. Your mother turned up the music and sent me upstairs to talk to you. I don't think anyone noticed, but us. You two are getting serious and we have to talk about respecting others or you're going to start getting in trouble."

AJ mumbles from behind his hands, "...what kind of trouble?"

Dad smiles and pulls his hands away from his face, "Well, for starters, you two will have to take a break. Zack will have to sleep in his own bed and no sneaking downstairs to crawl under the covers," he says and tickles AJ's stomach with a finger, getting a giggle out of him. "I heard what happened in the hospital during the day and night. You two have to learn that there is a right time and place to do that stuff, and here in your bed when you have twenty guests downstairs is wrong. No more public places. No more outside. Kissing is fine, but that is as far as you go."

"Are we in trouble now?" I sheepishly ask, expecting a spanking.

He studies my face and says, "No, not this time. There will be no spankings during the party." AJ gives an audible sigh, and he releases his tension.

"Dad, if we do something and get caught, instead of taking a break, I'd rather have a spanking," I tell him as I look at my toes.

He eyes me and I can almost feel him studying my body language. Then he says, "It would be a bad one. Are you sure? I can't spank one without the other one. Maybe you two should talk it over. I would have to make sure you understand that I will be very disappointed in you both for not following the rules."

"I'll take AJ's spanking. I'll take both amounts," I say, panicking, not wanting my boyfriend to be hurt.

"No, I can take it!"

"You've never been really spanked, trust me! I can't be the reason you get hurt again. I just need you to trust me."

AJ looks at his chest and the ring that lies on his bare skin from the silver chain. He begins to pout, and dad says, "Do you understand what he is doing, AJ?"

He nods his head, but dad tells him anyway, "He loves you so much, he's willing to take your spanking. Try and think about that when you two think about breaking the rules." AJ hugs dad and I think he's crying, but he's looking away. Dad stands up and places AJ in my lap. "Okay, rule one: You must be up in this room or designated area that I agree on."

"You mean I have to tell you we want to have..." the word gets caught in my throat. I swallow and whisper like I don't want AJ to hear it, "...sex."

With a nod, dad confirms his statement, "You will if it's not in this room. Keep it in this room or get used to asking for permission. Rule number two: you will close both sets of doors, those to your room and those to the hallway. Try and remember your mother sleeps down one floor and you better not wake us up."

AJ's face wrinkles up and says, "...us?"

But dad ignores him and says rule three, "Rule three: you do your own laundry, including sheets."

"What! Why?" I asked, a little upset at the addition of a new chore.

Dad picks up the cum-covered shirt and shows it to me. "I don't think it's fair that your mom has to wash your cum covered sheets and clothes. So, if you two are determined to have sex, and you two are having sex... right?"

We both shut up and AJ just nods. I sigh and mutter, "Yes sir."

"... then you will clean up after yourself. Our part of the agreement is, your mother and I will get you; baby wipes to clean yourself, paper towels to clean up other spills, and will supply the lotion... but you have to ask me to get more. Not having those items will be breaking the rules, so ask for more. We will allow kissing in public, but that is it. I'm sorry boys there is no leeway with this rule. Please don't make me spank you."

AJ turns to me and whispers in my ear, "What's the lotion for?" I tell him I'll tell him later.

Dad sighs as if it's a relief to get that all out. "Come here, boys," and he takes a knee. We both rushed into his warm hug. "We love you two very much and make these rules to protect you. I'm not sure if either of you are old enough to decide that you are straight, gay, or bi, but if at this moment in your lives you two are in love, then your mother and I support that. We will do our best to protect you from those that don't like the idea of two boys kissing. But you will have to be strong when we aren't there. You seem to have a good group of friends that accept you and love you. I mainly want to say that there is nothing wrong with what you're doing or who you are. I will love you two no matter what you decide, and your mom feels the same."

Dad stands back up and heads downstairs, "AJ is to take a nap, a real one this time," he says at the door, causing AJ to pout. "And Zack has guests to entertain, so back downstairs young man." Then he continued on his trip back to the party.

I look at AJ's cute pouty face and pull his covers back. He crawls into bed and I kiss him. He hands me his hearing aid. I sign to him, `I'll see you in a couple hours.'

`You promise? Don't let me miss the whole party,' AJ signs back to me. I watch his hands speed through the words. I caught enough to understand his meaning.

`I won't,' I sign back a little slower, but he understands me. `I'll make sure I'm up here in an hour and a half, I swear.' He smiles. I put the hearing aid on the nightstand next to his glasses, pull Max from his resting spot, and tuck him under AJ's arm. I sit there for a moment, gently playing with his hair and listening for that familiar sound of my lover falling asleep. Then, quietly, I return to the party.

Coming back downstairs I finish setting my watch alarm for an hour and a half and then scan the room. A couple of guys see me and wave me over to the couch. My brother seems to be missing. Odd? I shrug it off and join my friends playing video games. Chet and Wade, a kid from AJ's class, are playing the latest FIFA. Chet is losing terribly.

"Ha!" Laughs Craig, "You're getting your ass kicked by that fifth grader!" Chet turns around, and ball slaps Craig. "Man!! Ouch dude!" Craig, with his knees clinched together, slips off the couch onto the floor behind Chet, so I take his seat on the couch. Craig rolls back and forth at my feet as I look around the room. `Where is Zeke?' I think to myself. I feel weird, like... tasting something bad, something wrong. `Like I want to throw up, it's so... yuk... Missy!' I stood up and searched the room. Out on the porch hiding behind a window, no one claims Zeke is the smart twin. He and Missy are tongue locked.

Jesus H. Christ! What did I tell him? I stand up, and I have all the intention of going over there to break that up when Chet declares, "I give up! Zack you play!" And the PS5 controller is tossed into my hands.

I bobble the controller as Craig wraps up Chet in a bear hug. The two begin to roll around on the floor, and then I get pulled down to the floor! The three of us are all rolling around trying to grab each other by the balls or at least give them a good slap. My mind forgets all about Zeke momentarily for my concentration that is needed for my nuts survival. I got Chet and Craig a couple of times. One time, I curled up Chet into a ball after slapping his nuts. I didn't mean to do it so hard, but he howled and I laughed so hard I got smacked. Fighting the puking feeling, I roll out of range into my dad, who looks down on us kids and says, "Boys? If you're going to wrestle around, take it outside."

Brian walks in with some cake and asks, "You guys have a hoop right?" I suddenly feel myself re-energized and shout "Basketball!" All ten boys storm out of the house like horses let out of the barn after a crazy storm. Dad and mom just laugh and watch us rush out of the house with new purpose. Brian shovels the rest of his cake in his mouth somehow, and gives dad the plate before he runs to catch up.

Before the basketball game ends, my alarm goes off and I have to excuse myself to wake up AJ. Waking my little lover up, he rolls over and throws his arms up to me like a little boy would if he wanted to be picked up. I sit down and pull him into my lap and he yawns, lays his head on my chest, and mumbles, "Is everyone gone?"

I smile and lean my head on his and assure him that the party wasn't the same without him. `Come on, let's get you dressed,' I sign to him and stand him up. His boxers sagged on him because we stretched them out. `Let's get you a fresh pair, buddy,' he responds by rubbing one of his emerald eyes and yawning. I pull them down and am greeted by a little boy boner. I resist the temptation to engulf it in my mouth and suck him till he screams, instead I leave him standing fighting grogginess and I fetch fresh clean briefs with a cowboy on it. `Sorry little bro, you're out of clean boxers.' I love how he looks in briefs; nothing is hidden.

"Okay," he mumbles, with another yawn. I put on his briefs and a new black shirt. It has Naruto on it printed in neon green, and some black soccer shorts with a neon green stripe. I tie them off and give him a once-over, then I fix his hair the best I can. I retrieved his hearing aid and his glasses. As he puts them on, I turn and lean down. He understands and climbs on my back and kisses my cheek before he lays his head on my shoulder. I give his arm around my chest a kiss and hold him tightly. I drop him off at the bathroom while I wait for him to come out. He takes a little while and climbs back on my back. We head to the kitchen where I dump him on his stool and get us some cake.

"Hey, honey, feel better," mom says and kisses him on the cheek. He answers her with a groggy nod. I give him his cake and we head out to the patio deck with everyone else. The guys were busy while I was gone, filling water balloons. After we finish our cake, I carry our small table into the yard, while AJ crutches behind it. Tipping it over, AJ and I 'defend the fort' while the other guys, the ones with two good legs, run around trying to get us. Over the next two hours we use hundreds of balloons and even break out the hoses to try and soak our friends.

While we played in the yard in our underwear, our clothes dried in the sun on the clothesline. I'm just glad that AJ wasn't the only one in cartoon briefs. I saw him hesitate, then when he saw that Chet was wearing briefs, although not cartoon, but still tightly-whities, he gladly drops those black shorts and joins the rest of us playing in the sun. AJ would climb on someone's back and that person would be it. It is a lot of fun, but to be honest, if he's not on my back... I am nervous. I start to feel... strange about halfway through the game. Something is making me ill. It's like something is happening to me, but I'm not involved.

That makes me realize that Zeke is not playing with us. Looking around, I can kind of feel which direction feels the worst. Behind the pool fence, I can see him stand up and look around till he locks eyes with me. His shirt is off, then Missy's head pops over the fence and sees me. She smirks and gives me a little wave, then grabs my brother by the hair and pulls him down behind the fence. Subconsciously, my right hand goes to my head to fix my hair.

Soon our friends, no-our brothers, are picked up by their parents, leaving our family to clean up. Who am I kidding? Mom and dad did most of the cleaning, but we helped where we could. I spend most of the time sending dagger eyes at Zeke and having Missy laugh at my plight. Zeke looks ashamed and does his best to avoid AJ and me. Missy takes advantage of the distance he is keeping from me to steal kisses, which Zeke clearly hates. Every kiss stolen makes him feel worse and I'm good with that. Dad and AJ, on his shoulders, take down the streamers and balloons.

After we are done and our parents are doing the dishes, AJ and I sit on the love seat, and he's exhausted again. His head is in my lap, and I can tell he's somewhere between awake and sleeping. We watch the TV show, and mom and dad sit next to us on the couch. Mom lays her head in dad's lap and I stare at him to get his attention. When he looks at me, I raise my eyebrows and mouth `What!?' He smiles and gives his shoulders a small shrug. I give him a smile and nod my approval. Pivoting myself into the corner of the love seat, so I'm comfortable, and eventually I fall asleep from today's events with my hand on the chest of the one I love. The silver chain and the ring locked into AJ's hands and mine around his, I know everything is as it should be.

AJ

Waking up, I pick up Zack's arm, and scoot myself from under his weight with one thought... I have to pee. I grab my glasses and put them on while I pinch my penis tip, so I don't pee my briefs. Twenty-three steps later, and I reach the second floor. My knees are pinched as tightly as I can, and I'm not sure I can limp down the hall without peeing myself. I hop up and down and decide to make a break for it... and... I make it. Okay, I peed a little in my briefs, but not much. I hope no one is up because I didn't have time to close the door. "Aaaaaaahhhhh," I sigh with relief.

Shaking my penis like Zack showed me, no more than three shakes because others will think you're playing with it. I inspect how much of a mess I make in my underwear and realize I have to change them back in the room. So, I tuck my penis in my briefs. At least I don't have to worry about the dribble dripping down my leg like it does when I wear boxers. There is always dribble, Zack says, and I shouldn't worry.

Feeling better with an empty bladder, I walk myself out of the bathroom as I fix my glasses to fit my face better, and I run into someone in the hall and fall down. I hit the floor hard on my butt bone and my glasses slid away from me on the floor. It's three o'clock in the morning. Who could I have run into?


End of Counting - Chapter 14 - Tux


These stories have inspired my work:

The Boys of East Harbor - Michael Gay: Young Friends https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/the-boys-of-east-harbor-michael/
Transitions Daily Life Gay: Adult/Youth https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/transitions-daily-life/
TransitionsGay: Adult/Youth https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gayadult-youth/transitions/
Andrew's Misplaced TrustGay: Adult/Youthhttps://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/andrews-misplaced-trust/

Andrew's Nifty Author Page: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#andrewthomas
Eric's Nifty Author Page: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html##ericmurphey