Counting

Chapter 22

by Tux

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Chapter 22 - Happy Thanksgiving Part 1

AJ

Thanksgiving Day

"I'm so excited!"

Zack laughs at me and smacks my bare ass, "Calm down, you can't meet the new farm hands naked!"

I get to the glass window looking down the driveway. The cold glass is so cold on my hard little four inches. It makes it numb, and I love to see how long I can hold it against the glass. This time I have the longest hard-on I've ever had because Zack just sucked me off. Closing my eyes, I feel the cold numbness surrounding my dick, and I begin to giggle. Suddenly, Zack pins me up against the glass and exposes my whole body to the cold, and I break out into a laugh. "Stop, you're going to freeze my balls off," I beg as he starts to tickle me.

"You're so hot spread eagle," Zack whispers in my ear and kicks my legs apart. "It's exciting that anyone can walk by the front yard and see you and me..," then he sticks his cock up my butt and I release a deep moan of pleasure.

He holds his hand up to my face, and my tongue wraps around his middle finger. Pulling it into my mouth, I suck and wrap my tongue around it as he lustily whispers, "...fuck," and then gives me a reach around. His warm tender hand takes my genitals, and the first orgasm overtakes me. Zack's warm body pins me to the freezing glass while my body shakes and jerks. "Do you like that?" He asks me in my ear.

"More..." I answer moanful.

He leans over my shoulder and kisses the top of my ear, then bites it. I suck in the cold air from the glass patio door through my closed teeth. Zack pushes his long cock up inside me hard, and I wince and stand up on my toes. The cock glides out slowly, rubbing my boy button making my body quiver, then quickly rams it back in, making me wince and moan really too loud. His warm hands snatch mine and hold them above my head and begin to give me his best. Rubbing over the glass door, my dick and balls move around as Zack gives me my second and third orgasm of the morning before he repositions his body. His strong hand holds me up against the cold glass, as he wraps his arm around my chest in a hug, and re-inserts his long cock real... real slow causing me to grasp his arms wrapped around my chest and whimper, "Zack... more... there, right... there... Zack oooh,"

Without the warning, a snowball hits the glass two inches from my head startling both of us and Zack rams his cock up my butt making me cry out as we share an orgasm. Breathing heavily, I can feel his hot breath on my ear when a second snowball hits the glass again. Down on the ground outside our dad and Zeke are obviously enjoying the show. We both flip off Zeke when dad walks away.

"Are we done?" I ask with a little sadness in my voice.

He turns me around and kisses me deeply and passionately. I leap on him and wrap my legs around his hips, allowing him to work his dick into my hole. He carries me to the bed, lays me down gently, and whispers in my ear, "Are you thankful?"

I smile innocently and pull his strong hips into me to take all of his cock and say, "Yes... Happy Thanksgiving."

Zack winks at me and takes my legs and turns me over, and I push my butt into his crotch and wiggle it. "So, what could you possibly want?" He asks with a questionable look and then spanks my butt twice.

"Owe! What're doing?" I ask, looking back at him as I rub my butt cheek. Pinning my arm on my back, he spanks my other cheek, and as I protest and try to cover it with my hand, he rubs my butt cheek slowly.

"Just loving my boy."

"Doesn't feel like it," I add, a little confused.

Zack lays his head on my now warm butt and kisses it lightly. He rubs it a little and then kisses me a little closer to my rosebud. "Do you want me to kiss it better?" He asks me and I know where this is going so I pull the pillow to lay my head on so I can moan in it.

"Yes, but a little bit over," I say like I'm guiding him to my special spot.

My lover spreads my butt cheeks and says, "Tisk, tisk, this looks puffy. Have you been abusing this little rim?" Zack asks again as he rubs a wet finger around my rim and I let out a little moan. Then knocking comes from the wall next to our bed. I jolt up and cover my hard pecker with my pillow, turning to see Zeke leaning watching us. "How long have you been watching us?" My twin asks his brother.

"Long enough to like what I see," Zeke answers and gives me a wink.

My cheeks feel warm as I blush. Looking at my boyfriend I smile and ask, "What?"

"You're blushing, AJ," Zack says, then he takes my pillow with one swift jerk and smacks me in the face. I fall back on the bed and fling my legs in the air goofing around. A warm soft hand wraps around my ankles and with a swift pull, I slide to the end of the bed.

"Are we going to pick up where we left off?" I ask.

Taking the pillow from my face, I see Zeke holding my legs as wide as he can displaying my little joystick with its red button on top. "I would love to, but your mom asked me to come to get you two dressed and downstairs. Sex with me will have to wait," Zeke says then holds my legs up displaying my ass and he spanks it leaving a sting that makes me howl.

Dropping my legs, I slide off the slippery sheets to the floor on my butt and howl again, and get to my feet. "Man, what is with you two and spanking this morning!" I shout as I rub my butt.

"Zeke, that was a little too hard," Zack says, defending my tender butt.

Zeke heads towards the door and gives us one last look, saying, "You always liked it harder than that." Then he heads down the stairs.

Zack gently turns me to look at my butt. "Awe, he left his handprint on here. I'm surprised you showed him your dick, sure it's a beautiful little cock, but you're usually too shy around Zeke."

"I thought it was you. His hands are usually way rougher. They are soft like yours for some reason. Besides, it was kind of hot letting someone see it and maybe play with it." Standing up in front of me, Zack stares at me as if I said something wrong, so I go over my words quickly then add, "...if you say it's okay, that is."

Zack smirks down at me and leans down to kiss me on the lips. Breaking the kiss slightly, he says softly, "You're so cute. Let's get dressed before dad comes up here and spanks us."

Zeke

Coming down the stairs taking them two at a time, I get an irritated shout from Mrs. D, "Slow down, please! Sounds like a herd of elephants, for Pete's sake."

"Sorry Mrs. D," I apologize.

"Did you get those two up and at it?"

"Yes ma'am," I giggle to myself, "Their mood is successfully broken."

Mrs. D looks questionably at me but doesn't dare ask what I did for fear I'll tell her, instead she asks, "Honey, can you vacuum the rugs for me? I've got to finish the dusting quickly, so I can get back in the kitchen."

I must look like an out-of-place jock because she nods toward the closet. "Umm, vacuuming really isn't my thing..." then she gives me that look. The one that reminds me of my mom. The look that has turned my brother into an emotional idiot. "Sorry, I'll figure it out."

Vacuuming wasn't that bad except for the critical observation I am given at the last rug. "You umm, missed a spot."

"You're not funny, Jack"

I hear his laughter behind me, and while I finish the last rug, Mrs. D passes Jack as she goes into the kitchen and smacks his chest, telling him to leave me alone. He holds his coffee away from his chest so as not to spill it on himself or her, but to be honest, it is a little theatrical, and I think he's trying to seem cute. It's nice to see him acting like this. They think they're hiding their attraction, but we kids see right through it.

Putting the vacuum away, Jack asks, "If Alice is done with you, I could use some help in the farmhand's house?"

I look to Mrs. D and she answers, "Zack and AJ will be able to help me when they get down here. Don't make a day of it Jack, I've got to finish the turkey, peel the potatoes, chop the vegetables..." Uncle Jack kisses her on her cheek halting her Thanksgiving meal list. I stand there with my coat in my hand, watching my slick uncle turn and pick up his coffee, embarrassedly saying, "What?"

I sigh and put my jacket over my shoulders, saying, "Nothing, it just seems that everyone in this house is in love with someone."

Jack fills his cup, and from the corner of my eye, I see Mrs. D looking at Jack with concern. But I don't stick around for the pity looks or conversation, I head outside. It's nice living in the main house and all, but the emotional scale is dialed up to a ten. I kind of miss the days when we don't talk about our feelings, sort of.

The sound of snow crunching is the coolest sound in my opinion. Sitting in the patio chair with six inches of snow to finish lacing my work boots is a guaranteed snow-crunching delight. I rock my butt back and forth, getting more crunching, but in different tones, which is so cool, then the door opens and Jack walks out. I immediately stop playing around and go back to lacing my boots.

"What were you doing?"

"Nothing! Just lacing my boots," I snap back at him, sending puffs of white air at him.

He smiles, and I can tell he caught me acting like a little boy, so I stand up and annoying say, "Oh, come on!"

I have to remember to stop acting so childish or he'll never take me seriously. When we get to the snow-covered basketball court, I bend over and scoop up some snow as Jack passes me heading to the farmhands' house's front door. The snow crunches in my hands, and I smile a little as the devilish thought slips into my mind.

"Don't even think about it, we got work to do. Play later."

Play later. Play later. Play later, I've grown up hearing that phrase. It doesn't bother me as much as it did in my younger years but now you can say I see the meaning behind it. I just never find the time to... play.

Jack goes inside, and I allow myself a little `act your age' time and juke to the left then the right and jump up for the three-point shot. The snowball smacks the backboard with a satisfying sound leaving half of it caked to the board.

Suddenly I hear from inside the house, "What did I tell you?" So I hurry inside and shut the door. Dad is messing with the thermostat, trying to get this place up to the temperature where we don't have to wear our winter jackets inside,

"Damn, I think it's colder inside!"

Uncle Jack looks at me with a stern look that slowly turns into a smile and tells me, "Umm let's watch that language. Alice plans on breaking you kids of that bad habit before you teach it to AJ."

"How?" I ask skeptically. I mean, I like Mrs. D and all, but cussing makes me feel more like an adult. I'm not about to stop.

Jack laughs a little and answers, "She plans on washing your mouth out with soap," and he continues to laugh at the thought of me with a bar of soap in my mouth.

"That's not funny. You can't let her do that!"

Jack takes a package from the table and gives it to me. "Here, you put the new shower curtain on, and I'll start pulling the old garbage disposal out. As far as your cussing goes, maybe she's right. She has raised three kids, and I'm more of an older roommate with you two than a father."

I'm frozen in place staring at the shower curtain package, but it's not really the contents of the package, a dark blue curtain with a see-through top that is white, or the package itself. Thoughts of what Jack just said distracts me and what it could mean. Jack clears his throat from the kitchen. Looking up at him, he nods his head towards the bathroom, and I say, "Sorry," as I head that way. When in the bathroom and can't be heard, I follow up my apology with a whisper to myself, "You're a great dad, Jack."

AJ

"Happy Thanksgiving, mom!" I announce as I hurry to my stool and climb up to receive my breakfast.

"Oh, happy Thanksgiving, honey," and she kisses my forehead as she hurries by to get something out of the closet. "Zack, could you please take care of AJ? I need you two to help with getting this house ready for our guests. After your breakfast, Zack dear, please make sure the porch is shoveled off and AJ can spread the salt on the stairs."

Well, that doesn't sound like fun. It's Thanksgiving, and I want to go play in the snow. But before I can even complain, she hits me with the most unthinkable, the most irresponsible, and the most insulting thing I've ever heard her say to me, "AJ, honey, be a good boy and pick up all your Rubiks cubes. Take them to your room and put them in your closet. I don't think you need them anymore."

Don't need them anymore! What does that mean? Like I'm cured? Cured from what? Am I sick? These thoughts and many more cloud my mind, and Zack must have to guess what I am thinking. He taps the rim of my cereal bowl and whispers, "Hey, you'll be fine. I'll ask if it's okay to leave one down here. Eat, I need your help with the porch."

Zack's face is practically glowing right after our shower, and adding his smile to it, I almost melt off my stool. Leaving one downstairs seems reasonable to me, so I give him a nod and begin eating again. After breakfast, we get our coats and boots on. Out of the mud room, Zack gets his shovel, and I drag out the container of special salt we use on the front porch. It's not supposed to hurt the wood, and it's good for the environment. Lana made dad buy it instead of his normal brand to save the planet. I wouldn't think the planet will die because we don't want to fall on our asses, but whatever.

As Zack shovels, I sit on the handrail thinking of the past four weeks. After rescuing Zeke, I heard that they put Bobby in kid jail till he turns eighteen then will move him to real jail. His father either couldn't get him out of this one or he just didn't want to. I mean, kidnapping, torture, threatening rape, actual rape, and murder, the list goes on and on. I guess after I came forward about what he said, other kids that he had been raping on a weekly basis came forward. All third-grade boys, some did it out of fear, some for money, and some just liked it, I can't imagine why though. Bobby is so gross.

I wasn't really surprised that Ash was one of his victims. I guess he was one of the boys that let Bobby rape him because he likes it. It'd be a shame, he's really cute.

"Hey, are you going to salt or sit there and daydream?"

Hopping off the rail, I say sorry and take the little scoop of salt and begin to sprinkle it as he shovels. Getting that done, we put our stuff away and take off our coats and boots. Mom quickly put us to task, trying to lessen her workload. Zack teaches me how to peel potatoes. It's not hard, just boring. After the rescue, everyone was proud of me but was mad too. Too reckless, too dangerous, and irresponsible, and everyone was glad to see me safe. Heck, even Lana yelled at me for being reckless, and then she hugged me. Hugged me! She has been acting really nice since `Missy the bitch' is gone. I sorta like it. Don't tell anyone I said that. Anyway, Zack and I were grounded for three weeks. Extra chores, no tv, no toys, no iPads or iPhones, and pretty much anything else my mom came up with. One day, she grounded me from having an orange at breakfast. Being grounded sucks.

"Hey, hey, pay attention. You're missing a lot of skin," Zack says, a little upset.

"Sorry! I've never done this before!"

Zack pulls out a few and makes me redo them. Maybe it's harder than I first thought. My hands are slick and smell like raw french fries. Our potato peeling is interrupted by a knock at the door.

We hop up and head to the door, with mom behind us wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. "Boys, calm down. Let me answer the door." We back off, and mom tosses the towel over her shoulder and opens the door.

"Hello, may I help you?"

"Hello, I'm Hoss Parker."

"Come in, it's nice to meet you face to face finally," my mom says while showing them inside. Zack and I sit on the steps as we study the new farmhands. Him a few steps up with his legs opened wide and me on the second step between his legs. Hoss is a strapping man, a little shorter than dad. He takes off his cowboy hat, showing off his brown buzz-cut hairstyle. "Take off your coat and stay for a while," my mom says cheerfully. She begins to close the door as Hoss walks into the living room area when someone catches the door, preventing it from closing. "Oh sorry, who do we have here?"

"That's Parker, well, Bartholomew Parker, my son," says Hoss as he turns towards the door.

"Parker, please just call me Parker," says a very handsome boy with golden hair. He has just the right number of curls that fall on his face. He looks to be fourteen or fifteen years old, and I look back to Zack catching him with his mouth open.

"Hey," I whisper and elbow his leg. He closes his mouth and looks down at me with a `What!' face. "Wipe the drool off your face, lover," I say sarcastically and stand up to introduce myself.

"Hi, I'm AJ," I say, offering my hand. Parker shakes my hand and looks to Zack who now stands beside me.

"Zack, nice to meet you," says Zack, and Parker reintroduces himself. Then mom shuts the door behind us, and we all make our way to the couches.

"Was your trip, okay?" My mom asks making small talk before signing the paperwork. Zack looks over at me while Parker fidgets with his zipper and signs, `Oh my god, he's so hot!'

I giggle and sign back, `Don't get any ideas, sexy' and I cover my mouth to stop the giggle from becoming a laugh.

"Zack, please take Parker to the farmhouse and show him his new room. Take AJ with you."

She says that last part like I would rather sit in here and listen to legal stuff. I hurry to join my boyfriend as he and Parker get their jackets on. Zack hands me my cowboy hat, and we head out the back door. After the grand tour we gave Parker by pointing at the different buildings and naming them, Zack asks, "How old are you? What grade are you in?"

"I'm fourteen and in ninth grade."

Zack and I look at each other and say at the same time, "Third floor," and then start laughing.

"Am I missing something?" Parker asks as I open the door and walk inside, shaking the snow from my jacket. Zack and I are taking our jackets off when it happens. I notice Zack's whole-body shutter, and he takes a sharp breath. Looking at me, I can see the confusion on his face and a little smile. Slowly he turns towards the kitchen, and my eyes follow him to see Zeke standing breathlessly with an awestruck look on his face.

"Umm Parker, this is my twin brother Zeke," Zack says with a random giggle.

Parker takes a few steps forward and stares at Zeke with star-struck eyes. His words are soft and gentle when he says, "hi."

"Hi," responds Zeke.

"Who's here? Is that AJ and Zack," dad asks, coming out of the kitchen and wiping his hands with a shop rag. Seeing Parker, he asks, "Who's this?"

"His name is Parker, we'll that's not his first name it's his last-," I begin to ramble excitedly, but am quickly interrupted by dad who gets the picture. "Okay AJ, I knew ol'Hoss had a kid. Nice to meet you, Parker," and dad holds out his hand. Parker doesn't move, just says, "hi," in that soft, gentle voice of his, but this time it cracks. Parker blushes and looks away, then heads into the twin's old bedroom.

"Is he okay?" Asks dad, looking back at Zeke. Zeke stares off into the bedroom waiting for Parker to come out, I guess.

"Yeah, I think so," I say a little unsure honestly.

Zack begins to laugh and says under his breath, "Zeke's in love."

"I am not!" Zeke says harshly as he finally comes out of his trance.

"Dude you totally are!" Laughs Zack, "You can't hide it from me."

Zeke exchanges looks from me to his dad and then runs out of the house.

Zeke

Snow falls from the roof when the door slams behind me. My thoughts flood my mind with questions like; What was that? Why couldn't I move? Why was I suddenly worried that I didn't take a shower this morning after chores? Then I suddenly became pissed at myself for saying, `hi,' really, `hi,' is the best you can come up with? Kicking at the snow and punching at the air I went from being pissed at myself to being pissed at Zack for making fun of me, then pissed at myself again for being a dumbass for not guarding my feelings and letting Zack know. Wait, did Parker think I acted weird? Did he think saying, `hi,' is weird? Did I even tell him my name before he ran off? Why did he run off? Why can't I breathe!?

I knock the snow off the fence rail and lean on it trying to catch my breath. When I suddenly realize that it's freezing out here. Shit! I don't even have my boots on, and my socks are soaking wet! Man, what is happening to me?

AJ

Watching Zeke through the window, Zack deflects as many questions as I can throw at him trying to keep me in the dark about what just happened. "Come on, tell me! What's so funny? Why is Zeke outside in his socks and tee-shirt yelling at the snow?"

"I'm sorry I ran off like that. I'm not sure what happened, I suddenly couldn't breathe," Parker says as he re-enters the room.

"I have a good idea what happened," Zack says as he turns around and sits on the couch.

"That's enough Zack, Parker, no need to apologize. I'm sorry my nephew ran outside," dad says and begins to steer us, boys, toward the door. I hop off the couch, looking at Zeke one more time, leaning on the rail fence, yelling at the snow, and hurrying to put my boots and coat back on.

"When did he run outside? I didn't even notice," Parks says, blushing at the mention of Zeke.

Dad puts his hand on Parker's back and reassures him, "I'm sure he's fine. He's just experiencing something new to him is all."

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Not unless `hi,' set him off!" I say and Zack busts out in laughter.

Dad's hand is swift as it impacted the back of Zack's head. "Owe!" Zack's laughter comes to an abrupt halt, and he rubs the back of his head.

"Parker my boys will meet you back in the main house. Tell your dad, that everything in the house is ready for you guys. I have to talk to my boys."

Parker leaves the farm-hand house and heads back towards the main house. Out the window I see Zeke and Parker head into the horse barn. What is he doing? He has to be freezing. Dad grabs my attention by tapping on my forehead with his finger. With that same finger, he points to both of us really close to our faces and warns, "Listen, you've had your fun. I don't want you making fun of your brother for this."

"Do you know how much shit we have to endure from him about AJ and I loving each other," Zack says, slightly raising his voice while still rubbing the back of his head.

"What?" I ask, looking at Zack. "You said he wasn't making fun of us having s..." Looking at dad, I rethought how to phrase my last thought, "...us doing stuff."

Totally ignoring me, Zack complains, "I can't make any promises. I mean, if he starts up his funny jokes about my love life, then the gloves are off."

"Zack, you heard me, I'm serious about this. You know, you had that look on your face when you met AJ, and AJ, you hid behind a couch at the first sight of Zack. We all have that speechless moment. Let your brother work through his."

We both agreed, Zack more so than me. I'm still in the dark, and now, for some reason, knowing that Zeke makes fun of me for having sex is upsetting and worrisome. Maybe he is making fun of how I have sex or the faces I make, oh no, maybe... I'm terrible at it! I can feel myself get worked up and my breathing speeds up as dad shoves us into the snow and shuts the door behind us.

"Am I terrible at sex? Can Zeke feel that I suck at sex?"

My questions pull Zack out of brooding on what our dad said. "What? No, you're fine at sex, you're great at it. Why are you asking?"

"Is that what Zeke is making fun of me about?"

The wind whips around us as we stand in the snow, and he embraces me with a hug. Then he looks into my green eyes and says, "He's not making fun of you, my little teddy bear. He's making fun of me. He's jealous because I fell in love with the cutest little boy we've ever seen, and I have him every night to cuddle. Don't worry about it, okay." Then he kisses me deeply, and I can feel his tongue asking for permission to enter my mouth. I open my mouth and his tongue enters caressing my tongue. The wind blows in between our lips, giving us a hot and cold feeling that sends shivers up my spine. Zack pulls off my lips, and I honestly forgot what we were talking about for a few seconds. He turns around and motions for me to hop on his back. This is a lot harder with our winter coats on, but we manage.

End of Counting - Chapter 22 - Tux

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