Counting

Chapter 19

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 19 - Happy Halloween

AJ

"Happy Halloween!" I yell and take a pillow, striking my teenage lover. He rolls over and pulls the covers over his head. Shielding himself with his pillow, he thinks I'm going to let him sleep in. I jump out of bed and take the pee-alarm off my crotch with a click. Quietly, I hurry over to Zack's side of the bed and put on my glasses and hearing aid. I pinch my legs together, trapping my morning wood to delay the first piss of the day. I switch my pee-alarm to vibrate only and find Zack's morning wood tenting the sheets. Snickering, holding my hand over my mouth, I stifle my giggle. I hold the pee-alarm on his dick and lean in close, lightly spitting on it to set it off.

The vibration is so loud that I start to giggle, and he shouts out, "You little horny..." and reaches for me. I take off towards the bathroom and hear him trip on the sheets. I round the corner coming off the stairs, head down the hall, and into the bathroom. As I drop my briefs to my ankles, I hear Zack running up behind me. "Oh no!" He yells, laughing, "You have to pee in the shower!" He wraps his strong arms around my chest, pinning my arms down to my sides with my dick in my hand. My full-blown laughter lights up the room as Zack picks me up and my underwear falls to the floor. He swings me over in the shower just as my pee begins to spray everywhere. "I get the toilet!" He says while pulling the shower knob, turning it on, and I dance in place as the cold water soaks me. I turn around and he's already naked and climbing in the shower. "Did you figure out the homemade vibrator all on your own?" He asks with a smirk.

I look at him with my sexiest smile and whisper in his ear, "Hurry and wash me so we can get back to it." He reaches over me to get the body wash with a very cute smirk, while the shower water begins to mat his hair.

Moments later, two naked boys run up the stairs, me on all fours, and Zack is behind me with his finger tickling my butt crack, urging me to crawl faster. Rounding the corner, I jump into the bed and grab the pee-alarm. Zack comes around the corner, walking towards me with his soft three-inch dick. The pee-alarm swings by the clip from my fingers. "I see the cold water has hurt your wee-wee, but I can fix it," I say with a wiggle of my eye brows.

"Wee-wee, now what did I tell you to start calling it?" He says this while slowly crawling across the bed.

I continue to giggle and say, "My wee-wee, ummm, my penis, ummm..."

He grabs my legs and pulls me to him until he can tickle me. I giggle and laugh until he plants a kiss on my lips. He looks at me and gives me a look like he's thinking of what to do next, so I grab his head and pull him down to the bed, kissing him deeply and passionately. When I have to come up for air, I flash a mischievous smile at him as I bring the pee-alarm to my mouth. Zach watches me intently as I spit into it, causing it to vibrate. Then I place it on his hard-on and balls. His eyes roll back into his head and I bring his head down again into a deep kiss. His moans slip out between our mouths and the device stops.

He takes it from me and lifts it to his mouth, spits on it a little to activate it with a hummmmm. His hand slips down in between us, out of sight. The anticipation of where he's going to place it drives me crazy and then I feel it under my balls. Zack calls this the perineum. I call it my outside boy button. My back arches and Zack watches me grind with pleasure.

"Mmmmmmm, ooooohhh, awwwee, awwwee! Mmmmmmm," my knuckles are wrapped around his arms and turn white as I breathe in short breaths and when the vibration stops. His eye brows go up, and he lowers his face real close to my lips and says, "What would happen if I placed this thing on your butthole?" Then his eyes look towards the door and we both hear knocking.

"Boys, I'm coming in. Just cover up, I won't be long." Zack spins around and sits up on his knees, and I swing my legs under me to do the same. At the last second, he whips the sheet over our laps, covering us up from the front. Mom walks in and we both give her our attention. We are both blushing head to toe and I'm still breathing heavily, so it's no secret what we were doing. "This being the first day of your fall vacation, I just wanted to tell you that I'm not going to let you sleep till noon every day." We both nod, and suddenly I realize that the pee-alarm is trapped under my balls and is pressed up against my perineum. It's a little uncomfortable, but not unbearable. Then it happens, with all the nervousness about being naked with only a sheet covering me, the closeness of the orgasm I was building, and the thought of what we would be doing if mom wasn't standing here begins to affect me.

It starts as a gurgle around my stomach. Zack gives me a look, and mom begins to roam around our room, picking up dirty clothes, toys, and cowboy stuff. Then I can feel it going down and it gurgles again just behind my dick. I pinch my butt cheeks together so I don't let the massive fart loose in front of my mom and the pee-alarm moves around, going up my butt crack. I try and let it out a little at a time and succeed, but it does something that I would have never guessed in a thousand years. Apparently, my butt crack was not dried. I was in so much of a hurry to get out of the bathroom and upstairs, I barely dried off at all, honestly. So when the fart came out, it blew the water from my butt crack onto the pee-alarm, setting it off. The sensation shot up my body and my hands gripped the sheets as tight as I could. I am fighting my body with everything I have to not show the bliss coming from the vibration on my butthole to my spine and spreading throughout my body.

Zack sees my whole body jerk, and he turns to watch me for a few seconds. Every time I try to knock the device out of my butt crack, my body jerks again. He leans a little closer and whispers, "Hey, are you okay, little bro?"

My head shallowly nods and he can see every muscle is tight in my face. I try and slip my hand down there to move it and I can't seem to get my fingers on it from behind. I can barely touch it when mom turns back around, so I pull my hand back quickly and it moves a little, putting the corner of it against my hole. My body jerks again and my hole seemingly sucks the device in, sending new sensations and my body reacts in kind. With the amount of water in my crack now on the unanswered device, it switches to the faster speed. My orgasm builds.

"You're sweating like crazy!" Zack whispers, and when I look at him, I can see him hear it. He hears the buzzing coming from my bottom. My face squishes together at the next wave of pleasure, and he lets out a giggle.

"So, I just wanted to let you two know what your fall break will look like and that I'm not going to let you trash the house. I'm giving you two hours to... finish. Then I want you dressed, so we can get the house set up for your Halloween party." As she walks past us, heading towards the door, she stops and lays her hand on my forehead, asking, "You're not getting a fever are you?"

Zack, who almost lost it with laughter, speaks up quickly, "No mom, we were wrestling before you came up."

She feels my cheek and adds, "You're trembling too, well just to make sure, we better take your temperature before we get too involved."

"I'll do it mom, after we get dressed," Zack answers as he stifles his giggle.

To my relief, she hurries out of the room, going about her morning and I fall over onto the bed with my face in my pillow, releasing my pent up moaning while I pry the pee-alarm, on speed three at this point, out of my butthole.

Zack, at this point, is laughing so hard he can barely breathe and is rolling back and forth on the bed. Embarrassment feeds my frustration, and I take the pee-alarm, plugging it into the recharge station. Glaring at him, I head to the dresser to get dressed.

He fights for enough air to say, "Aren't you even going to wipe it off?" Then he burst into laughter, falling back onto the bed. I put my tee-shirt on over my head and pull my green boxers on up to my waist. Grabbing my jeans and my red flannel shirt, I rush past the bed with my boyfriend laughing hysterically and swing my red flannel at him slapping him in the legs. He sits up, and before he can get off the bed, I'm going down the stairs. He yells, "Hey! Come on, don't be like that! Aren't we going to finish?"

By the time I get to the bottom of the stairs, I finally have my buckle secured. I put my arms through my tee shirt and listened to the conversation going on in the kitchen. Mom and Lana are going over a shopping list for the food and snacks for the Halloween Party later today. I wrestle with my flannel shirt when Lana notices me.

"Lana, can I come?"

She continues with her conversation as she takes my flannel from me and takes off my tee shirt. She turns it the right side out and then puts it over my head. Holding it so my arms can go through it, she says, "You can always tell when Zack doesn't dress you. If you're coming with me, you can't look all backwards." Once I'm all straightened out, she ruffles my damp hair and I hop on my stool.

"Finish your cereal and then you can go," my mom says as she puts the box of cereal on the bar. "Dexter, tell AJ's Room to hurry up and come get breakfast," she says, splitting off the shopping list conversation to the A.I. Personal Assistant. He responds that Zack is on his way at about the time we hear him bounding down the stairs.

"Okay, okay, I got it," Lana tells my mom as she takes the list. "If you remember anything else, just text it to me. Come on AJ, before the list gets too long." Zack walks by us in a rush to get to the kitchen, and I stick my tongue out at him. He blows me a kiss, and Lana invites him to come with us to the store.

He grabs the last two pieces of toast, because I forgot mine, and an orange and asks, "Can I mom?"

"Yes, good idea. Help Lana watch AJ and you both behave yourselves," she answers.

Lana has my coat and cowboy hat on before she digs out hers. Zack rushes to us and hands me my piece of toast and puts his in his mouth as he kneels and ties my boots. Lana puts Zack's cowboy hat on his head and hands him his coat.

"Finish getting ready, Zack, and meet us out front," Lana tells him, as he makes sure he didn't tie my boots too tight. "Come on, little bro, let's get the car."

I hurry towards the garage door through the kitchen when mom grabs my arm, bringing me to an abrupt stop and whispers to me, "Do you have to go pee?" I give it some thought and shake my head no about the time Lana walks past me.

Lana places her hand on my back, pushing me past mom, saying, "He'll be fine mom, if he has to go, I'll pull over. It won't be much different from him peeing off the back porch when my friends are here."

I look back at her and complain, "Hey, you said no one saw that!"

She pulls my cowboy hat over my head and says, with a chuckle, "What, are you kidding? We got it on Samm's phone and put it on TikTok."

My face turns beet red as I open the door and whine, "Laaaaanaaaa?!"

Out in the garage, Lana's little car is really cool. It's a light blue Ford Horse... no, that's not right, uuum, Ford Mustang, that's it. Anyway, it's fast and the radio is loud. So, the car ride is us singing as loud as we can to whatever song comes on. We didn't have to pull over, but as soon as we got into the store I am pinching my knees together and I whisper to Zack that I need to go.

Zack tells her that I need to stop at the bathroom and Lana looks to her phone and then to the store aisles trying to decide where to start. Without looking, she says, "Okay, take the little piss pump, just don't take your eyes off of him. I don't want to explain to mom how I lost him."

We get into the bathroom, and Zack locks the door. It's a single `Family Restroom' with a changing bench for babies, and one stool. I take off my coat and hat, placing them on the bench, and while I looked at all the graffiti on the walls, Zack undoes my belt. He pulls my pants down with one quick yank and then reaches in feeling my pee-pad.

My eyes watch him as his fingers feel around. Then he smiles and holds up his hand for a fist bump, congratulating me, "Good job AJ, you're dry as a bone."

"Not a bone yet, but I will be if you don't stop playing underneath my balls," I giggle, and he physically spins me around, aiming at the bowl. I pee, pull up my jeans, and we leave, but I have to go back to wash my hands. Man, Zack watches me like a hawk these days. When I come out, Zack is texting, and I stand on my toes to see who. It's Lana, she needs a cart. I hurry off to get one and Zack responds that we have one and will meet up with her on aisle three.

After a short tiff of us two trying to decide who's pushing the cart, we, or mostly Zack, agree that he is pushing it and I can ride on the other end. Soon we catch up to Lana and she empties her hands into the cart.

"Can we get a bag of candy?" I ask and she shoots me down.

"Tonight you'll get all the candy you want if you work hard enough, besides, mom would kill me if I bought you Halloween candy."

I hop off the cart and pick up the Halloween special designed bag of Reesie Cups. Zack stops to come back and takes the bag from me, putting it back on the shelf. "Come on, little bro, I'll give you all my Reesie Cups tonight." I flash him a smile and rush to take his spot, pushing the cart after Lana. We grab a few more things, and I begin to lag behind as the cart gets heavier. Turning the last corner, I catch someone at the end of the isle watching me. I step back to look who it is and they're gone. I'm not mistaken. I know I saw someone, so I hurry to check the other aisles.

One after another, I chase him across the store. I see only his leg or the back of his coat, but with all the crowd and the distance of the aisles, I just couldn't make out who it was. Soon I'm standing at the exit trying to catch my breath as I search the parking lot. Suddenly, without warning, a hand grabs my arm tightly, jerking me around. I scream and grab the hand that is causing me so much pain. "Owe!"

Looking into Zack's face, he is pissed. He lets go of my arm and harshly says, "What are you doing?"

"Someone was stalking me!"

"And you chase this person? What if there's two of them and the second one grabs you? You're standing in the parking lot, AJ!"

Suddenly, I feel stupid and embarrassed. Families stand just in the store and by the door staring at me whispering. "I'm sorry," I whisper. Zack's chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath from chasing me and now yelling at me while he searches the parking lot. "I'm sorry," I repeat and push him away, heading back into the store.

By the time I find Lana, she gives me one look and asks, "Are you crying?"

"No," I respond and check my eyes one last time before I hop onto the end of the cart. Zack takes the job of pushing the cart and stares at me.

Lana watches us two and then admits, "I don't even want to know."

The two of us are pretty quiet the rest of the trip. I'm sure we're both thinking the same thing: `Who was it? Who's watching me?'

Zack

The car ride is quiet. The little blue Mustang is packed with food and decorations for tonight's Halloween party, including a five-foot tall stand-up of a Mummy with a black cat on its shoulder holding a sign that reads, `Party is Here!', sitting in the backseat next to AJ, who is pouting and rubbing his arm where I grabbed him.

Lana walks into the house first and blurts out, "The lovers are fighting." AJ runs in between us and up the stairs, heading towards our room, I'm guessing. I place my arm full of bags down and push Lana while she laughs at me.

"What happened?" Mom asks, walking into the kitchen with Zeke to help us out.

"Nothing," I tell her. "AJ got distracted and I lost him in the crowd at the store is all. It won't happen again, I'm sorry."

Mom swats my butt and let's me off the hook, "Don't be sorry, he should have known better. Let's get these bags inside." I agree with her and she fills my arms with more bags.

Mom asks me to help with the decorations and sent Lana to check on AJ. We put away the groceries and she has me put the Halloween stuff on the card table. "When's dad going to be home?" I asked without thinking. When she didn't answer, I look her way and see her crying.

Zeke told me earlier that morning that he and dad were coming in from morning chores and witnessed Mom and Missy going at each other. Missy was going on and on about how it wasn't fair, "Zeke raped me," and mom was yelling back how she knew she was lying. In the end, and to save mom from fighting the whole time to the girl's boarding school, dad agreed to take Missy.

"I can't believe the yelling didn't wake you two up," Zeke said.

Blushing I responded as quietly as I could, "We kind of played a little late last night."

Zeke punches my shoulder, then puts me in a head lock, saying just loud enough for me to hear, "Did you fuck his brains out, you dog!"

I wrestle myself out and push him away, saying with a cheeky smile, "No, it's not like that, but yeah I did, it was great!"

Anyway, back to mom crying, I immediately felt terrible for bringing it up. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have asked."

She turns to me smiling and slyly wipes her tears away, saying, "No, it's okay. Your dad will be back before the party."

I give her a nod and get back to unwrapping the streamers and helping Zeke cut them into four-foot lengths.

Black and orange decorations begin to transform the room into a real Halloween bash. It's not spooky, but as Halloween parties go, it looks pretty good. The smell of hot spiced apple cider and baked treats fills the room as mom works her way down the list of snacks we all agreed that we wanted. About two hours go by, and a sleepy boy comes stumbling down the stairs. I'm holding the ladder for Zeke, who is hanging black and orange balloons from the chandelier. AJ, rubbing one eye and yawning, comes to a stop, hugging me from behind.

"Did you have a nice nap?" I ask, knowing he must have cried himself to sleep. He nods his head and I can see his little nose sniff the air a few times and then head to the bar stool that he favors. Mom meets him there and has a giant cookie of some type in her hand. She fakes handing it to him, then pulls it back. They talk for a little while, with the occasional look my way, making me feel a little uncomfortable.

The talk between mother and son is starting to wear on AJ, as I can see him get frustrated and he shouts, "There was someone! He was following me the whole time I was in the store!" AJ looks over at me with a sour look as mom's words get heated. I couldn't hear the rest of the conversation, but at the end, he slides off his stool and walks up to me.

"Ummm Zack, I'm sorry I ran off at the store," he then looked towards the bar where mom is still seated and she says his full name as a warning. Turning back to me, he takes a deep breath and says, "...and I'm sorry I got mad at you. You were only worried for me."

He gives me a quick hug and I reached for the chain around his neck. Once I had it, I pulled the chain till the ring emerged from under his shirt. Holding the ring in front of his face, his eyes lock onto the shimmer of the light reflecting off of it. "This stands for a promise I made to you at your birthday party that I would always be there for you. I aim to keep that promise if it makes you mad or not."

His eyes move from the ring to my eyes and a cute smile at the corner of his lips. He looks back at mom and her smile tells him he did good. He kisses me on the lips and rushes to get his reward. Mom gives him the giant cookie and he devours it as if he's never had one before. Crazy kid.

Soon after that, the kitchen garage door opens and dad walks in. He and mom talk for a little while, and he kisses her. Zeke climbs down the ladder and whistles at them, breaking their kiss. AJ and I start to laugh, and they look a little embarrassed.

"What? You guys can kiss, but it's weird if we do?" Asks dad in a joking way. Mom helps him off with his jacket, and before he has both arms out, AJ is in mid-flight, jumping into dad's arms. He gets his arms free just in time to catch my boyfriend and hike him on one hip. With his other hand, he begins tickling AJ. "Do you need a tickle!? Do you need a tickle!?" Dad shouts as AJ howls with laughter. I take dad's jacket from mom and go hang it up.

"Okay boys, let's get you all dressed up; your visitors will be here soon," mom says, and she ushers me and Zeke upstairs. "Can you get AJ ready for me please," she asks dad.

"Sure thing," he responds, then adds, "Come on, little cowboy, let's get you changed."

AJ

Dad carries me up to my stairs and sets me down. Looking into my mom's room, I get a full view of the twins in their boxers while they separate their costumes. Dad gives me a little push, guiding me to the upstairs, saying, "It's nothing you haven't seen before." I protest a little, and Zeke gives me the middle finger with a little laugh. Getting into my room, I quickly count the balusters and leap onto my bed.

Dad gets my new rodeo outfit that he bought me when I showed interest in barrel racing and roping while riding Stepper. I haven't worn it yet and really want to, so I decided to be a rodeo cowboy for Halloween. Dad is even letting me use one of his prize buckles for bull riding. After some time, there are a lot of buckles and straps. I stand in front of the full length mirror. My black outfit with light blue and silver designs really stands out. The rodeo vest is a little snug and dad fixes it for me.

"Better?" He asks as he slides his hand up from the bottom and rubs my belly.

I giggle and pull his hand out, saying, "Stop, stop... that tickles. That's much better." After checking myself out in the mirror again, I turn to him and dad places my hat on my head.

"One more thing," he continues as he pulls out a light blue handkerchief and ties it around my neck. "This is my old lucky neck scarf. I think you look great AJ." I smile at him and he moves my hat around, rubbing my head.

"Thanks for your help. I still can't believe you talked mom into letting me do rodeo with the twins."

"It wasn't easy for sure, but after I showed her the protective gear you have to wear, she was a little better," he says while following me towards the stairs as I fix one of my gloves. "Let's go see how your brothers look."

Mom's door is shut, and so we head to the living room. The doorbell rings as I take the last step. Dad heads to the kitchen and I answer the door. The door opens and I let out a, "Howdy partner!" Brian, dressed in football pads, a helmet, and cleats, gives me a fist bump.

"Wow, your cowboy outfit looks great!"

"Thanks, come on in and help yourself to a soda or something," I say as we fist bump. Looking outside, I can see two cars approaching the house, and at the end of the driveway there is a man standing next to the mailbox. He's standing next to a silver car. My heartbeat begins to speed up and I can feel the sweat on my face. As the first car stops and the door opens, Chet steps out dressed as one of the Three Musketeers. He draws his sword and swishes it around then ends with it in front of his face then swishes it wide and bows.

"That's so cool!" I tell him and return his bow.

"You look great too, AJ," he says, and steps into the house. Looking back at the end of the driveway, the man and his car is gone.

My attention is down the rabbit hole, and I didn't even see Cory and Tommy coming up the stairs.

"Hey AJ, you look just like a rodeo cowboy!"

My eyes snap back to the porch and I greet my two third-grade friends, leading them inside. I check the front driveway once more to see if I can find the man again. With no luck, I close the door and join my friends at the food buffet.

Moaning and grunting come from the stairs, grabbing everyone's attention. Stumbling down the stairs come two zombies that are identical in every way. Everyone cheered and `ooo' and `ahhh' them as they shuffle into the living room. I look as close as I can, looking for every little hint that I know of to tell them apart to realize there isn't one. Mom greets everyone and reminds them to help themselves to anything laid out.

Soon after, all the lunch table boys are here dressed in everything imaginable. Then the door bell rings, and this has to be her. I excuse myself from talking about the rodeo with Chet to hurry to the door. Mom opens it before I get there and steps aside to let Suzie in. She's dressed as a punk rocker, and she has a gorgeous boy behind her dressed as Harry Potter.

"Hey Suzie," I greet her, "You look very cool, I really like the colored hair."

She gives me a little hug that blushes my cheeks and says, "Thanks for inviting us, AJ. This is my little brother, Ash.

"I love your costume Ash, Harry Potter is my favorite book series," I tell him, and offer my fist to be bumped. To my surprise, he leans in and gives me a little hug. I return his hug and give Suzie a questionable look.

She waits for our overly long hug to end and then whispers in my ear, "You two have lots in common." Then winks at me. The two siblings head off to the party, leaving me and mom standing at the door.

Closing the door, mom asks, "What was that all about?"

"I'm not sure," I tell her, unsure if my intuition was correct.

The zombie twins meet me in the living room and one grabs my arm, dragging me back to the door. "Ouch!"

"Let him go, Zack," Zeke says.

Zack lets go of my arm and looks at his brother, takes a deep breath, and asks, "Why did you invite Suzie?"

Not exactly knowing what the problem is, I shrug and answer, "She helped me with my bag when I was on crutches and I've been helping her in class with her homework. We're friends, so I invited her to our party. What's wrong?"

He looks at me, and I can tell he is working something out, then says unexpectedly, "Well, I don't want her kissing you."

I look at Zeke when he laughs and then back at Zack. "Neither do I!" I respond plainly and ask, "Is that what this is all about?"

Zeke slaps Zack on the back, laughing, "Can you be more jealous!"

Zack looks ashamed and hugs me. I return his hug and say, "I don't want anyone but you."

Zeke breaks up our hug and hugs us both with an arm on each of our shoulders. He gives us a little shake, saying, "Okay, everyone's good, let's just enjoy ourselves."

End of Counting - Chapter 19 - Tux

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