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Its been four days since AJ's homecoming.
Man, I've been so excited all day because this afternoon is the first time, we get to meet that cute boy in the estate. He's all I can think about. Zeke has been teasing me all day, and every time I daydream about him, he smacks me in the back of the head and laughs. What an asshole. Anyway, the three of us are cleaning ourselves up. Well, more so me and Uncle Jack. We're lucky if Zeke showers for this. It took thirteen years for him to get it through his head that we must take one in the morning and one at night.
I've changed my shirt like ten times. I've even tried Zeke's clothes on, and he has terrible fashion sense. In the end, I've decided to wear this muscle shirt. The front is thinner, and the arm holes are way bigger than anything I own. I want to show off as much of my chest as possible. That will get his attention. I wonder why I feel this way. Sure, seeing him in the SUV window gave me tingles, but until I saw him on that stretcher, now he's all I can think about. I stand here looking at my reflection and sigh. "What am I doing?" Zeke is way more outgoing and fun to be around and I'm just... me. My personality sucks. When someone looks like you do, that is what really counts. Maybe I should ask Zeke to tone it down some. He won't, but I could ask.
"Are you coming? Geesh," teases my brother. Coming out of our bedroom, I see him standing at the door holding a plate of cookies and uncle is holding the door open.
"I'm ready. Is this shirt too much? Do you think he'll notice my chest muscles? Maybe I should change it?"
My uncle walks up to me and tells me the blonde boy will like me just fine; looks aren't everything, that I just need to be confident and talk. "Don't just sit there and let Zeke talk for you," he says with a smile. I've never understood how Uncle Jack could tell us apart, but I never remember him ever getting us mixed up. He took in two twin six-year-old boys after his twin brother, our father, and his wife were killed in a fire. He's not really father material, honestly, but he tries hard. He's a little rough sometimes with the spankings, but he would never hit us if we didn't deserve it, so I guess it makes us even. We're not angels, that's for sure, but like I said, he tries. So, a little advice from him like this really does mean a lot to me.
Feeling better about myself, I give him a smile, and hurry out the door. "Hey, let's take the four-wheelers," I say, and Zeke agrees. We both jump on our four-wheelers and head to the house.
Pulling up to the stairs, I jump off, and head to the house, ringing the doorbell. Looking behind me, Zeke is standing back a little and is letting me do this alone. Cool. The doorknob turns and I can see that it opens a couple of inches and then stops. Looking back at Zeke, I shrug and ask, "Now what?"
Zeke motions with his head to look again, so I turn around and in the crack of the door is a green eye looking at me. I recognize the blonde hair and the thin features of the boy of my dreams, but now he has a small clear hose that goes under his eye and hooks in his nose. "Hello. How'a feeling?" He looks like he's almost a whole foot shorter than us, maybe more. Most definitely more than a foot. He doesn't greet me, but just stands there staring at me and Zeke.
Then, as fast as he appeared, he was gone, and the door slowly opened. Opening it the rest of the way, I look inside, and the blonde boy is nowhere to be seen. Zeke walks up to stand next to me and announces us to anyone inside. "Hello? Mrs. Docker?"
"Oh, hello boys!" Mrs. Docker comes from the kitchen into the living room and greets us. She looks at the couch and says, "Andrew, what are you doing? Come on out from behind the couch and say hi, honey."
From behind me, Uncle Jack places his hand on my shoulder and says, "Hello Mrs. Docker. Thanks for having us over for a late lunch. This is Zack." He gives me a little bit of a shake that whips my body around in a funny way. "And this handsome devil's name is Zeke," and then my brother gets a shake. I hear a raspy giggle come from the couch, but when I look, Andrew skinks back to the safety behind its cushions. Only a tuft of blond hair can be seen over the tan couch back.
"It's Alice please, and I wanted to talk to you about the business side of the estate anyway, but after lunch."
My uncle gives her a smile and we all enter the house. Half of Andrew's face pops over the back of the couch, and I can see the clear breathing tube that wraps around his face. "Hey Andrew. I'm glad to finally meet you. I'm Zack, and this is my brother Zeke." He's not sure what to think of us, and I'm used to people looking at us this way. He's just now realizing that we're twins. It normally takes a few minutes before they come out of it.
Then he stood on the couch and began snapping his fingers at his mom to get her attention. She pulls her attention from my uncle and watches as Andrew moves his hands around. Oh, he's using sign language, is he deaf? I had no idea.
"I'm sorry. Andrew wants to know if you two want to see his room. You will have to forgive him. His doctor has told us he's not allowed to talk for a couple weeks and when he gets like this, we're all along for the ride," she says, and then she and uncle laugh at the bad joke.
Andrew's face shows he didn't like the joke, then he hops off the couch and runs over to us, taking us both by the hand and pulling us towards the stairs. Just like his mom says, we're along for the ride. He's not very strong, so it's more of us holding him back, but we came with him just the same.
Passing two bedrooms, he leads us to a small staircase that goes to the third floor. Both my brother and I pulled our hands free at the bottom and gave him a shocked face. "That's the third floor. We've never been allowed on the third, like ever. I've never seen the door unlocked to tell you the truth," I tell Andrew as he turns around and looks at us quizzically. He begins to sign something but quickly realizes that we have no idea what he's saying. He sighs and points upstairs. My brother and I exchange looks and shrug, then follow the small boy upstairs.
His little backpack that carries his oxygen tank smashes on the door frame as he hurries inside his room. As we enter his room, I can see the door is off the hinges. On my right, Andrew slows down to drag his hand down the rails and is doing something. I think he's counting them. As soon as he finishes, he runs around the corner and leaps. I am blown away when I see his room. His room is amazing, and I let him know with a whistle, "Oh wow, you can see everywhere on the farm, huh?"
"Look, I bet he can use this telescope and look in our bedroom window," giggles Zeke.
Andrew jumps on his bed, spins around to face us, and lands on his knees. Next to him lay a small dry erase board with a black marker on a string attached to it and a teddy bear that he pulled close to him. He begins to write. As he spins the board around, it says, 'Please call me AJ.'
After we both nod, he erases the board and writes something longer. He spins the board around and it reads, `I can't believe your guys are twins. How do people know which one is which?' Normally, this question is a pet peeve of mine, I just feel it's rude. To us, it's obvious who is who if you get to know us, but he is so excited and how can you not tell him whatever he wants to know?
"Most people can't..." I tell him.
"...but we act totally differently," Zeke finishes my sentence.
"After a while, you will get the hang of it and don't worry, until then we will tell you if you ask," I add.
He smiles at me, making me weak in the knees, and I must sit next to him or I'm going to fall over. "You're a really cute little guy, you know that." I reached out and messed up his hair. He leans into my hand and gives me a better smile. I didn't think that was possible. Zeke walks up and sits on the other side of AJ.
"So, can we be friends?" Zeke asks while he rests his hand on AJ's shoulder.
AJ looks back and forth between us and does a hand sign by placing his hand on his chest, then pulls it away, touching his thumb and middle finger. Quickly, his right hand changes into a fist, but his thumb and little finger stick out, kind of like a `Y'. The `Y' quickly drops into his other hand. Then he picks up the board and writes on it, then shows us what he wrote. 'I'd like that,' and then he did the sign again with a killer smile. He scampers off the bed, dragging the teddy bear by one arm, and hurries to show us his stuff.
We went over pretty much everything in his room, from toys, comics, the Lego room, and the bookshelf where he keeps all his books, even I would find boring, but I smiled and acted excited as best I could. When he finally came to a stop to catch his breath. He grabs a TV remote and points it at the wall above his bed and a massive TV lowers down from the ceiling about the size of his bed.Then he pulls out a drawer from under the foot of his bed, and it has all the latest game systems.
"Oh my god! I can't believe you have a PS5!" We both shout at the same time, and Zeke dives for a controller. AJ gives a soft giggle and then a small, but brief laugh. Pain shoots through his face, and he quickly hurries to the nightstand and drinks from a water bottle.
"Be careful, don't hurt yourself on our account, little guy," I tell him as I muss his hair again. I love how it feels. If he didn't lean into my hand every time, I'd be worried I could freak him out.
We can all hear the footsteps coming up the stairs, and so, we are ready for whoever walks through that door. Mrs. Docker comes in and has a tray of sandwiches and a huge bowl of chips. Behind her is Uncle Jack, carrying a tray of drinks.
"This is a nice room," my uncle says with a smile. "I can stop by tomorrow and fix that door, Alice, if you want me to."
"That would be a huge help, Jack. This whole house was designed by my ex-husband. Some of the rooms are a little odd, but it's pretty nice."
After we all ate, my uncle came up and told us that we could stay till 4:00pm, but then had to come home to do chores. Then, with one more chilling warning, he told us not to be late, which we knew meant a whipping and losing trust that would take forever to earn back. We promised, and after he left, AJ got to work on writing on this board.
'Say out loud: Dexter set an alarm for 3:45pm.' He just lay next to me, with a huge smile, and pointed at the ceiling at a small dome in the middle of the ceiling.
How can I refuse that smile so I did, "Dexter, set an alarm for 3:45pm." Then the dome lit up and a male voice came from the speakers in the ceiling that told me the alarm would go off at 3:45. That was so cool, and even cooler was the look on AJ's face when he saw my surprise. I know what I'm going to dream about tonight.
There isn't much to talk about until between now to 3:45. We played video games, laughed, wrestled (mostly me and Zeke, AJ got some licks in) and the whole time, out of the corner of my eye, I watched AJ sneaking peaks at me. At 3:45pm, AJ walked us out, holding our hands again, and once at the front door, AJ let go of Zeke's hand and held on to mine. Puzzled, I turned to look at him and, right before I asked, AJ reached out and touched my bare chest. His touch is soft, gentle, and curious. The grouping of five fingers slid down my chest as if they were inspecting each crease. A soft moan escaped my lips, and my eyes blinked open to see Missy coming down the stairs. AJ must have heard her also, because he pulled his arm back and pushed me out the door to shut it. Once it was shut, I realized that Zeke stayed at the door and watched the whole thing. He gave me a little punch on my shoulder.
"You really do like him, don't you? Maybe you are the bull stud," he said, laughing, and then started his four-wheeler.
"I told you he would notice my muscles if I wore this shirt," I tell my brother with a smirk.
I thought about what Zeke said, and he wasn't wrong, so I just sat there on my four-wheeler. I blushed while AJ watched me through the window by the door. Then and there I made myself a vow to never let that boy hurt again.
The door shut, and I couldn't help but look out the window at Zack as he got on his four-wheeler. After watching him through the window, I gave him a little wave. I swear he blushed, returned my wave, then drove away.
From behind, I hear Missy taunt me, "You know what? I think little AJ has a crush on someone." Then she began singing it as I chased her around the house. This lasted until I just couldn't breathe anymore, and mom yelled at us both to go to our rooms till dinner. Once I got in my room, I counted the rails on my wall, twice. Missy always gets me worked up. I wonder why she doesn't like me as I take a Rubik's cube from the basket by my bed. My fingers work at incredible speeds as I move through each level as my eyes shift from one side of the cube to the other. Solved in 18 seconds and then I drop it in the basket next to the broken bedroom door with the other solved cubes for Alice to mix up when it's full.
Returning to the bed, I see Zack's butt imprint on the quilt. Devilish thoughts captivate my mind and I giggle to myself. I lay face down on the bed and make sure my face is in the dead center of that spot. Realizing this damn breathing tube is still in my nose, I quickly pull it out and breathe deeply. I can smell his body wash. It's faint, but if I close my eyes and breathe deeply again, yes, that must be it. Rolling around on my back, I just lay there and thought about how good it felt when Zack rubbed his hand through my hair.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, Alice is calling up the stairs that dinner is ready. Coming down the stairs, I turned the corner to head to the dinner table, and I could tell right away from the stupid look on Missy's face that something was up. I set my ink board down on the table and put Maxwell on the floor next to my chair, then sat down.
I sign, `what's wrong with her,' and I point to Missy.
Alice rolls her eyes and tells me nothing. "Let's just have a peaceful dinner, okay, Lana, help your brother with the chicken please."
Lana puts a chicken breast on my plate, while I eye Missy, saying, "Here you go, Drew."
Wait, did she just call me Drew? I turn my head to Lana, and she looks embarrassed. She can't even look at me and just stares at her plate.
"Yeah, Drew!" Missy said, drawing out the last `w' a little longer than necessary.
I look to Alice and sign, `Why are they calling me Drew?'
"Now, honey, Doesn't the name Drew sound better than AJ? I mean, it's still a nickname for Andrew, so you still get to keep your name. Isn't that what you want?" Alice says with a very sweet look on her face, and it only pisses me off.
I worked feverishly on my ink board, then set it back on the table next to Lana and signed, `My name is AJ!' Standing up, I let out a grunt and a very rough, gravely, "AJ!" And I stormed upstairs.
About halfway up the stairs, I hear Alice ask Lana what it says, and she reads off my board, "You've taken what is most important from me. Please don't take my name."
By the time I get to my bedroom, I can barely see through my tears and spin around looking at everything in my room for something to count. For some reason, I won't be able to explain it to you if you ask me later, but I go to the Lego room and begin taking my Lego buildings and smashing them in the middle of my room. With each one, I get more and more mad, and by the time I smash the last one, I'm screaming at my mess, ignoring the pain in my throat. I sit in the middle of my mess, I begin counting, tossing the Legos across the room at the windows. I got to 15,000 Legos before I cried myself to sleep.
I wake up with a squeak and a poor excuse for a scream. I blink my eyes a few times before I remember what I had done. I sit up in bed, horrified. That memory is worse than my nightmare. I look around my room, but to my surprise, the floor is clean. Did that happen? How did I get my PJ's on? Crawling across my bed, I drag Maxwell by his arm as I inspect the floor again. It's clean as a whistle. Once I get over by the glass doors to the back balcony, I can see the lights on at the farmhouse.
Walking out on the balcony, I notice the twins are walking to the basketball court next to their house. As they play hoops, I wonder if they will let me play or at least watch. I'm not very good at basketball. I'm more of a soccer player. I check the clock on the nightstand, and it's 4:30 a.m. I hurry to catch the boys at the court. grab the small baby blanket on the foot of my bed, wrap it around myself, I hurry down the stairs as quietly as me and Maxwell can.
I walk out the back door to the court, only to find a ball on the ground and no one around.I look around trying to find the twins and see the lights on at the stud barn. I've never been allowed to walk around the farm yet. For some reason, Alice keeps saying that she wants the family to walk around for the first time. She's not going to be up for one and a half hours, and I just want to talk to them, not get into trouble. So, I walked that way, dragging my blanket behind me. I get to the corner and begin to hear odd noises. I pull Maxwell up to my chest and my fingers begin to rub over the beads. One, two, three, four, five, six...
"Ooooohhh, mmmh, ooooh, wwwwha," it's soft at first, but the closer I get the louder It gets. There is some slurping sounds and some grunts, then some more ohs and ahs. What is going on? What are the cows doing, perhaps eating? Creeping up on the door, the inside light cuts through the darkness in front of me, daring me to step into it. Suddenly, The sounds are getting louder and faster, so I move my head ever so slowly, so I can see in with just one eye. If I was tired and still half asleep, I sure woke up quickly. Inside the barn, one of the twins stood naked with his overalls around his ankles and a stiffy, a big stiffy. The other one was dressed, but only half dressed. His mouth was licking the other twins' balls, then he took his penis in his mouth like daddy used to do me. The one standing started to moan loudly and quickly grabbed the other one's head, holding it against his stiffy. When the one standing opened his eyes, they focused on me. He yelled out, "AJ!" And then some white stuff squirted from in between the swatting one's legs all over the standing one's overalls.
I squeaked and turned around, tripping on my blanket. I was rolling around, trying to untangle myself from the knitted yarn when I heard someone fall on the floor inside the barn.
"Ouch! He's outside, hurry!"
Oh no! They are coming to get me! I kick off my blanket and make it about four feet before I realize Maxwell is missing. Looking back, I see him by the door when the one that is half-dressed comes running out. His overalls are unzipped many inches below his penis, which is still dripping white stuff, so I turn my back to him and look to the house.
Very softly, I hear a voice behind me, "AJ, it's okay little guy. Let me explain."
This one is Zack; I don't move much, like a scared rabbit, I just hope I hold still long enough so the danger moves on. But it doesn't and my face is so red that I don't want him to see it.
"Look, I'm not sure how I can explain this honestly. Just please don't run off."
Noise of scuffing comes from the barn and Zeke says, "Oh good you caught him. Man, we are so sorry AJ. Zack wasn't hurting me he was .... ummm. Zack?"
It sounds like someone got punched in the shoulder, and Zack speaks again. I know it's Zack because he calls me little guy just like daddy does. "I know you're scared, but we were just fooling around."Really, it's just... ummm, a big boy game."
Big boy game? That's not what Daddy called it, but we never did it like that. White stuff never came out of my penis. I look over my shoulder and, as if there wasn't anything else to see, my eyes zoom in on Zack's dripping penis.
"Why don't we go into the barn and talk about this? I'm sure I can explain it," Zack says and he takes a step closer to me. Oh no, I've fallen for that speech before. I physically flitch. I didn't mean to, but the memory of what happened in school came flooding back and it was like I was in the locker room again, so I did the only thing I could think of, I ran. On the way to the house, I hear someone behind me.
"Awe man, why didn't you invite him to play with us, you pussy?"
I hear one of them laugh and say, "Yeah, the proof that I'm not a pussy is all over your leg."
"What? Awe man, you cummed on my leg. You ass."
Getting into the kitchen, I walk up to the dinner table and begin to count the notches on the table. I circle around it twenty-seven times to get to one thousand, six hundred, and ninety-nine notches before the lights come on in the upstairs hallway. I make for the couch to hide and hear Alice come down the stairs and head to the kitchen. I reach for Maxwell, then remember I left him outside by the barn, and that is when the tears start flowing. What is wrong with me? How can I be so stupid? I punish myself by punching my head with both hands when Alice comes around the couch and sees me.
"Hey, hey, hey, stop that. "What's wrong, honey?" she asks, grabbing my arms and pulling me into her embrace.My sobs drown out my confession, and I can tell by the look in her face, she can't understand me. So, to make things a little calmer, she takes me to the bathroom and draws me a lilac bubble bath while I undress and count how many tiles there are on the wall. First the ones that have big dots on them; then the ones that have little dots. She finishes taking off my PJ bottoms and my briefs to lift me into the tub. I was so busy counting I forgot to cover my penis, but honestly, at this moment I don't care.
"Man, you're getting heavy," she said, trying to lighten the mood. She wipes my tears and tells me it will be alright, then begins to wash my hair. Let me explain something to you. Superman has his kryptonite. Tom the cat has Spike the dog. And I completely melt when someone plays with or washes my hair. I'm talking full on stiffy. I'm so glad Alice makes me bubble baths. I stop crying and she stops to wash my face and then rinses my hair.
"How's that, honey? Feel better now?" I give her a head nod because I'm still under the influence of the lilac scented bubbles. "Okay, I'll be back in a bit to get you out. I've got to go start breakfast." Another head bob and she leaves the room, closing the door. I close my eyes and sink into the tub, fiddling with my penis and fantasizing about Zack's dripping stiffy.
However long it was, Alice came and retrieved me. She pulls me out, drains the water, puts my toys away, and towels me off. She wraps me up in a clean, dry towel and picks me back up on her hip and takes me to the kitchen, setting me on a bar stool. I watched her cook with my head laying on my arms on the bar top.
Very softly, and I mean softly, I ask, "Mom, am I a bad boy?"
Time ticks by and I begin to count the notches in the bar top with my wrinkly finger. I would have sworn I heard my mom crying, but before I could ask, she says, "No honey. Why would you ask me that?" Her voice is breaking, and I see her quickly wipe her eyes.
Now it's her turn to listen to the ticks from the clock over the sink as I think. With the softest whisper, I confess, "Because I feel like I am." She stares at the oven top and pretends to cook while I finish my notch counting and I slip off the stool and head to my room to get some underwear on. There are three bar stools and thirty-five notches.
It's lunchtime, and Zeke and I run from the barn, full speed, to the house. I had my overalls unzipped and off one foot before I even got in the door. Once inside, I tossed the teddy bear on the couch and took off my barn boots, putting them outside. By the time I got to the bedroom, I just tossed my overalls on the floor, grabbed some shorts, and turned to head outside.
"Shower!" Uncle Jack yells.
"Awe, come on! I need to talk to AJ. Please, I'll be back before four o'clock, I promise. " I pleaded with him.
"And what? You need to see him so badly that you want him to smell you like this. Shit, I could smell you when you walked through the door."
Zeke's coming out of the bedroom trying to untie his shoelaces and says, "Wow, this really has you worked up if you're willing to skip a shower."
"What happened?" asks Uncle Jack.
"Nothing!" we both say at the same time.
That was the fastest shower I've had. It was done in record time, and out I ran, just in time to grab a sandwich off the counter, grab Maxwell off the couch, and head out the door.
Knocking on the back door I hide the teddy bear behind my back as Mrs. Docker answers the door, asking, "How are you doing, young man?" Young man is what people call us when they have no idea which one they're talking to.
"I'm good ma'am. Is AJ around?" I ask while my eyes scan the inside.
She goes back to the dinner table and starts cleaning the crumbs left by the kids' lunch and tells me, "Well, funny you should ask, I was just about to go up and wake him. He didn't get much sleep last night, and I found him crying here, hiding behind the couch this morning. He must have been sleep walking, poor guy."
It's a good thing she's not looking at me because there is no way I can hide the guilt on my face. "May I go up and wake him for you, Mrs. Docker?"
"Why, thank you. Please make sure he drinks his solution from the water bottle," she barely gets the full sentence out before I hurry through to the stairs and begin my climb.
I didn't want to startle him, so I climbed the last few stairs as quietly as possible. By the time I get to the door, I can hear him breathing. It's a long exhale, but he struggles to get air in. His breathing is wheezy and strained as the little guy fights for air. I stand there a little afraid to walk around to the bed to face him because it's only been like twenty-four hours, and I've already broken my promise to never hurt him. Crying. We made AJ cry. Taking a deep breath, I let it out, turned the corner, and as soon as I saw him, I forgot to breathe.
AJ was on his back with his thin legs spread a little so that I could see the outline of the little guy's ball sack pressed tight against the fabric. "He's so small," I said in the smallest whisper. His head was turned to the left side, and his boney arms lay gently at his sides. I could see a shiny spot on his cheek where he was drooling on his pillow. I can now see that the breathing hose has come unhooked from his ear and has pulled from his nose. As gently as I can, I slowly push the clear hose back into his nose and around his ear. He is breathing better, but it's not perfect. He still fights for the air he wants, just not as badly.
He was only dressed in cartoon briefs with Scoby Doo on one side of his tent and Shaggy on the other side. Normally, my guilt would have kept me from doing anything indecent, but good God, this kid must have at least three inches or more holding up that tent. I mean, it's difficult to tell from a tent, but... wow. I would love just a peek. I promise myself I won't even touch it, I just got to see it. His breathing stops for the briefest moment, scaring me out of my trance, and I sit on the bed next to him. I gently shake his shoulder to wake him up, resisting the urge to touch his dick.
He wakes up and looks around the room as if he doesn't even see me. Then I get that smile that lightens my mood.
"I came to return his," and I handed him his teddy bear. "I took really good care of him, I promise." He takes the bear and hugs it like I wish he'd hugged me. Without warning, my wish comes true, and he practically jumps into my lap to give me a hug. It was so warm and soft, I almost gave into my feelings when I noticed his steel rod was poking me in the stomach. Soon, I was aware that the situation had gotten more uncomfortable when my semi-boner turned into a full hard-on into his crotch resting under his ball sack. Oh no, I thought. He pushes himself away from me, breaking the hug to sit on my lap and look me in the face.
He studies my face like someone wiser than his age. The serious look on his face begins to scare me. It's like he's looking at my soul for the bad things I have done, and for the moment, I'm ashamed of thinking of him like I did when he was sleeping. But when I saw his bottom lip start to quiver, I knew that look. He is afraid to ask me something and is working through it. Very quietly, he whispers in my ear, "Am I a bad boy?"
I was stunned, and my eyes shifted back and forth to evade his steel gaze. These were the first words I heard him say, and the sentence he chose to be our first chilled me to the bone. "No, of course not." Thinking that he is feeling guilty about walking in on us and watching me and Zeke. I continue to try and explain. "AJ, you must understand. It was four in the morning. No one ever comes in the barn at four in the morning. I would never have given Zeke a blowjob if I knew you were going to show up."
"I'm sorry for ruining your... blowjob. Are you mad at me?" His bottom lip started to quiver again as he fought to hold himself together, and I just about broke down.
"No," I said, and my voice cracked a little. "I could never be mad at you, ever." He continued to stare into my eyes like if he was judging the truth of my words then the corners of his mouth started to stretch into a smile. He laid his head on my shoulder and I leaned my head on his.
"Zack?"
"Yeah, little guy?"
"Is that your penis poking me in the balls?"
I'm glad Zeke stayed home because I'd never hear the end of it if he was in the room to hear that. "Yeah, sorry. We can get up if you want?"
"No, I don't mind. I kind of like it. It means you like me, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, buddy. It does." He began grinding his crotch in slow circles, and I began to rub his back. We sat there, enjoying the feelings each of us were sharing.
"AJ are you awake? Come down for lunch honey," AJ's mom's voice breaks our moment.
AJ practically leaped from my lap and looked at the stairs in fear. I didn't know what else to say, so I yelled back, "Yes, Mrs. Docker. We're just..." Looking around the room, I spot some comics on the computer desk and finish my sentence, "...reading some comics." For a few seconds, he didn't even breathe, and when he turned to me, once he was sure we were alone again, he hugged me again, but this wasn't a loving hug, or I felt relaxed around your hug. This was a hang on for dear life hug. Then, once he locked onto my neck, his legs crawled back onto my lap, so I could hold him completely.
"What's wrong? It's just your mom."
"She can't find out we are hugging. I don't want to lose you too."
I was more than confused by all this. AJ's body was shaking with fear. I tried to comfort him, "Hey, hey, you won't lose me. Who did you lose?"
"She took me from him... she said his games were bad, but I was playing the same games." Then, with eyes full of tears, he whispers, "Am I a bad boy?"
My brain kicks into high gear while it puts the puzzle pieces together. My eyes react to what my brain has figured out and AJ knows I know. He begins to cry, and I don't know what to say. So, I just hold him and rock him. When my tears begin to fall, I think to myself, `Oh, my sweet AJ. How can I convince you that you're a good boy.'