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Leaving science class, Chet and I are talking. He's telling me that the soccer coach wants to talk to me.
"Why does he want to see me?"
"Don't know, it has something to do with his playbook."
"Does he want me to write plays for him?"
Chet shrugs and chuckles at the thought of a nine-year-old writing a soccer strategy for the whole team. He mistakes my wondering out loud for sarcasm, saying, "Yeah, right! I'm not sure. I only know that he's been staring at that book for weeks, and today in class he yells, `It has to be the Docker kid.' I don't know what you did, but he wants to talk to you after school."
We get to the corner, fist bump, and go our separate ways. Coming around the corner, Zack looks to be talking to someone. He is just a little taller than Zack and I can tell that his chest is filled out more. That makes him a rancher, probably like us. It looks like the older boy is nervous and seems to be rambling. Then our eyes meet, and I give him a little wave. His brown eyes are confused at first, I'm sure it looks weird seeing a nine-year-old on the second floor with books. Well, he'll have to get used to it because next year I'm heading to ninth grade and the third floor. Suddenly his eyes go wide like he's seen a ghost, and he rushes away, mixing in with the other students that are moving about the halls.
Zack looks frustrated and is about to go after him until I say, "Hey, Zack," and he almost jumps out of his skin.
"AJ... what are you doing here?"
I look around and then back to Zack and answer, "I'm headed to English class. What are you doing? Who was that?" I ask and lean to look around him.
"I don't know, some Freshmen."
"What'd he want?"
"What? Who? That's none of your business. I'll see you on the bus," he harshly tells me and uncharacteristically hurries off.
"Okay... gesssh sorry. Hey, I'll be late. The coach wants to see me for some reason."
"Fine, I'll hold the bus, just hurry if you can," and just like that my boyfriend rushes off to his next classroom.
After English class, what a bore, I dump my books in my locker and head to the coach's office in a full run. Entering the gym, the coach is talking to another student. The closer I get to him, the more he looks at me oddly, and then his face lights up, and he tells the kid, "Beat it, I'll talk to you later," then walks up to me like I'm in serious trouble. "You're that Docker kid?"
"AJ Docker, yes, coach. Did I do something wrong?"
"A while back, you were in my gym class, but you got hurt and went to the hospital, right?"
"Um, yeah."
"Okay, now the big question... On your last day in my class, were you messing with my soccer playbook?"
Oh wow, I had totally forgotten about that. I was looking for something to keep myself busy and saw the soccer binder. The plays in there were all off. Geometrically, the plays in the book would have been really hard to be successful or even work, so I adjusted them as much as I could before the bell rang.
"Yeah, sorry, I was only trying to help," I say softly.
Coach watches me begin to fidget with the backpack that I got for Christmas. My fingers glide up and down the chrome studs, nine on each strap, eighteen altogether. I count them over and over as I anticipate the trouble, I'm in.
"I'd like you to try out for soccer this spring. I think you really have a chance to be a great player."
"Me? You want me to play soccer?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I want you to play?"
The look on my face says how confused I am when I tell him, "Because I'm always picked last for teams. I don't even know how to play soccer."
"Bah," The sound comes from the coach like it means answers to all my questions. "You can watch YouTube videos to learn how to play, the rest I can fill you in." He places his hand on my back, guiding me to the door. "I'll email your parents, and you can talk with them about it. Now hurry, or you'll miss your bus."
Realizing he's right I take off in a full run. The school is almost empty, making it easy for me to navigate my way through the halls. I burst through the front doors and leap down the seven stairs leading to the sidewalk. I have to weave in and out of ten students, but I make it on the bus. The bus driver looks at me crossly, and while I struggle to catch my breath, I give him a cheeky smile apologetically.
Scanning the seats at the back of the bus, I look for an open seat. I find one, but it's five seats away from Zack and Zeke. I normally feel uncomfortable sitting this far from them, but neither of them saved me a seat, so I'll sit up here. I look at Zack, and he shrugs, smiles, and says sorry, the back filled up. I nod and let him know I understand and begin to count the shiny chrome studs on my backpack straps. I take off the pack and set it on my lap. My hand slips inside and combs through the fur liner. Closing my eyes, I allow myself to calm down from the day's stress.
AJ looks like he's about to cry. I shout over the voices of fifty or so kids on the bus, telling him he'll be fine and to sit down. He reluctantly sits down, and I can see him begin to count the studs on the backpack. That pack is such a mystery. I sit down and join the conversation of the Lunch Table Boys.
"The dance is going to be so cool," says Chet.
"Yeah, does everyone have their dates? I'm taking Amanda," Alex says with a little flair.
Craig gives Alex a little punch on his shoulder, "You're such a stud. Zeke, you bringing that new kid, Parker?"
Parker stops talking to Cory to listen to him. Zeke's cheeks blush bright red when he answers Craig, "I am hoping to. Parker, would you like to go to the dance with me?"
Parker equally blushes and nods. "Awe, you two are so cute," I tease my twin, and he pushes me into Craig.
As we laugh and tease my brother and Parker, Ryder brings the laughter to a stop by asking, "Zack, you're not bringing AJ, are you?"
Zeke looks at me like everything hinges on my answer, "I suppose so, he's my boyfriend. Why wouldn't I?" My friends exchange looks until I can't take it anymore. "What? What's wrong with bringing AJ?"
Ryder speaks low so his voice doesn't carry, "Well, he's nine. Do you think he'll be comfortable in a gym full of thirteen and fourteen-year-olds? I don't mean to be disrespectful, but he's been acting... more his age lately instead of the cute little shy boy when we first met him. I don't think he needs your protection anymore, and when you two are together, you don't look happy."
Before I can bite Ryder's head off, Lucas speaks up, "We mean, we all love AJ and he's kind of become all our little brother. But at the dance, I want to pay attention to my date not entertain AJ. Do you really want to hold his hand all night? What if someone asks you to dance? What if... someone wants to meet you?"
Suddenly the memory of the ninth grader flashes through my mind. He didn't tell me his name and wanted to ask me something but couldn't get up the nerve. "Someone wants to meet me. Is he in ninth grade?" Looks are exchanged between my friends, but no one seems to want to tell me what is going on. I'm not even sure I want to know. I look at Zeke, and I can see he's as uncomfortable as I am.
I slink into my seat, and soon the Lunch Table Boys start joking around and laughing like always. I can't participate today, though. Three thoughts keep going through my mind: So, I'm not the only one that sees the differences in AJ. Who could that ninth grader be and is he the one that wants to meet me?
One by one, my friends exit the bus as we drive down the different back roads. When it's our turn, Zeke has to give me a bump to bring me out of my thoughts. I jump up and grab my bag, heading off the school bus. I let AJ out of his seat to go ahead of me and help him with his backpack. Once we get off the bus, AJ hugs me and for some reason I'm embarrassed. He grabs my hand and leads me down the driveway towards the house.
Inside the house, AJ yells out, "Mom, we're home!" and tosses his coat on the floor.
Sighing, I look to Zeke, who gives me the thought, `He's your boyfriend.' I pick up the coat and tell him out loud, "Shut up."
Zeke laughs and takes AJ's and my coat from me, putting them away. Mom and Lana sit at the dining table with another lady I don't think I've met. The table is covered with white books and folders. Oh, it's the wedding planner, that makes sense. Mom greets us and sees AJ running up the stairs. "Andrew Allen Docker!" This brings AJ to a screeching halt. "How many times have I told you boys, to stop running up or down my stairs? Now, come down here and walk up and down the stairs fifty times, and you better do it right."
AJ's face about dropped from his head, "Fifty times, mommm."
"Now mister! Would you rather I whip your butt in front of this nice lady?" Mom asks like she's daring him to say another word. The defeated AJ begins to walk down the stairs back to the bottom. Then her attention switches to us, and we both subconsciously stood up a little straighter. "And you two, get changed into your rodeo stuff and hurry out so that Hoss isn't waiting long. Please tell him AJ will be late."
Zeke and I exchange a look and walk as fast as possible without running up her stairs. Once I get in my room, I giggle for some reason when I think of AJ finally getting into trouble. That's a weird thing to say, I know, but if you think about it, when I first met AJ, he was a mommy's little boy, and even when he acted up, he never got in trouble.
Since the event with Bobby Ton, AJ has been almost unbearable. He has truly been acting like a nine-year-old these past months, and it's only getting worse. My friends are right. I am torn inside because I feel like I'm babysitting him instead of being his boyfriend. We are five years apart. When I'm sixteen, he'll be eleven. Doing anything with him, even touching him could get me in jail. I don't know what to do anymore.
After some time passes, I hear behind me, "Man, my legs are killing me. I am never running up those stairs ever again," AJ announces his entrance into the room. I'm standing there completely naked, and I turn to look at him taking off his shirt.
"Oh, hey"
His shirt comes off his head, and his eyes lock on my dick. He rushes to me and places his hand on my chest, pushing me back. Taking a step back, I tell him as I fall backward on the beanbag, "AJ, we don't have time for..." and his mouth engulfs my cock in one go, right down to the root. My eyes roll back into my head, and I mumble, "...this." His tongue rolls around my shaft, and as he draws out, it caresses the mushroom head. A moan slips out of clenched teeth, and a little voice is screaming in the back of my head `This is wrong!' but my hands subconsciously cradle his head. Weaving in and out of his blonde hair, I direct his head bobs. His short hair is so soft that it feels like felt or a small puppy. "We really need to..." I say trying to interrupt him as my cock swells in size, and AJ recognizes that to mean that I'm close to gushing, so he increases suction. My words trail off as my muscles go weak, and I can feel the buildup of energy being pulled from everywhere in my body. My mumbles of warning and moans of pleasure are combined as my hips push deeper and deeper into that warm, soft, young, mouth.
Suddenly, I grab AJ's head with both hands and hold it on my cock as hard as I can. He doesn't fight me and slurps and swallows all the precum I can give him. Disappointment in myself for letting him do this is soon replaced by one of the strongest orgasms that I've ever had. It takes me to a place where I almost pass out. AJ's hands clamp down on my legs and refuse to stop as my body is overcome with pleasure. Recognizing that AJ is in his "Give me all your cum," mood, I interlock my fingers behind my head and hold on as my body jerks and my pleasure soars. The second orgasm hits me, and I cry out in lust. My mind goes blank, as my cum ramps up my shaft and into AJ's mouth. He swallows as much as he can, then pulls his mouth off my dick, his tongue wraps around my mushroom and into my pee hole just as the last three ropes of cum in my body shoot out and decorate his adorable face.
AJ crawls up next to me on the beanbag and snuggles up to my chest. I lay there trying to catch my breath as I watch him scoop up my sperm and lick it off his hand. Guilt makes me turn my head and think of an excuse real quick, "That was amazing, kiddo, but we have to hurry or Hoss will wonder where we are."
He reluctantly gets up and helps me to my feet. "Well, we're picking up where we left off later tonight," he says as innocently as he can with my cum all over his face.
"Yeah, maybe. We'll see," I say as I push him towards the dresser. "Get dressed," I add as I get my boxers off the floor.
After a little game of slap ass, I finally get AJ dressed, and we are the last ones to join our brothers in the horse corral.
"Zack, get on your horse and get in line with Parker and Zeke. AJ, you're with me,"
"Now AJ, I have been talking to your dad about your unique gift. So, let's have fun with it, okay?" Hoss says while picking up his lasso. He gives it a little shake to break it apart and loosen it up. "Grab your rope and do what I do."
Hoss's lasso swings into a large circle to his right and it grows really large as it loops around, almost as big as Hoss. Then he ducks and hops through it, now swinging it on his left. My eyes dart from each important detail as Hoss rolls his wrist, moves his elbows, and how he holds the rope. Then Hoss jumps through the hoop once again and flashes me a smile.
"What do you think? Can you repeat it?" Asks Hoss while his rope stops its loop and collapses on the ground.
The lasso balances in my hand as I go over the memory of Hoss doing the hoop. I move my hands real slow to get the feel of the motion he used and with a flip of my wrist, my lasso came to life.
"Oh my god, you're doing it," Hoss cheered. "Your dad told me you've never done this before."
"I haven't, I've never seen it done either," I assure him as the hoop begins to move and I hop through it spinning it on my left now. It does a couple of rotations, and my tongue sticks out as the lasso begins to move to my right and I hop back over it.
The rope falls to my feet, and I look up at Hoss's shocked face asking, "Was that okay, Hoss?"
He begins to look around the pasture and all the rodeo dummies and hay bales and says, "Let's see what else you can do, little one." He waves for me to follow him and tells me to call for my horse.
"Stepper! Come on boy," I call out to my horse, and he moseys over to me. I take a sugar cube out of my pocket, and his long, dry tongue sweeps it off my hand. "Good boy, Stepper. Good boy." With a little run and jump, I get my foot in the stirrup and hike my leg over Stepper.
"Stay here," Hoss tells me as he walks towards the other end of the pasture and whistles for Parker. The two of them talk something over and Parker dashes off toward the horse barn. A movement to my right catches my attention. The twins are riding side by side on their horses, Charlie and Night Whisper. Taking off at full speed sends dirt and dust in their wake. Each twin swings a lasso over their head. Each twin is a mirror of his brother, and with every swing and bounce on the saddle, it is truly a sight to see. They are closing in on a dummy calf with its back legs up in the air. Suddenly, the two break off, and Zeke releases his lasso, targeting the metal calf's head. Zack breaks right, and his lasso flies through the air, closing in on the calf's legs.
A loud whistle grabs my attention, Parker is handing Hoss the spear with flags on it that we used for my birthday. He takes all the flags off but the one on top and jabs it into the ground. Hey, I know this game. Hoss points to the flag and steps back. I turn Stepper around a couple of times and then spur him forward, "Come on boy, let's show him what we can do."
Stepper digs in, and I lower my body, preparing to ride the motion of his stride. We glide through the air as if we're flying. His front hooves impact the ground, sending me rocking forward until he pushes off and jolts me back just in time for the back hooves to dig into the dirt. I keep spurring him to run faster, to fly like the wind, and Stepper meets the challenge.
I unhook my left foot from the stirrup and let it slide up the saddle, so I can lean off to my right. My left leg hooks the cantle, the back of the seat, and I bend my right knee, putting all my weight on the right stirrup, bringing myself low enough to grab the flag. The flag is flapping in the spring wind, and I know I have to time it just right. My left hand tightens around the reins as Stepper closes in on the spear. Time seems to slow down, and my energy ramps up in anticipation of the turn. My hand closes around the flag as my energy explodes, and I pull on the reins to turn Stepper as sharply to the right as I can. The horse plants his feet, sending dirt and dust flying, and his body skids like one of those street racers. The momentum throws me back up on the saddle, and I hook my left foot back in the stirrup as Stepper's back legs begin to dig in. The run back is as fast as I can make him go. It's exhilarating. There just isn't any other way to put it to you.
Once we pass the point where we started, I pull on the reins to slow down my faithful steed. "That was awesome, Stepper, good boy!" I move around the horn and lean down to hug my best friend. His chest heaves, and he's slicked with sweat. I slowly turn him, and I can see Hoss on his way here and Parker running a few feet from me.
"That had to be the fastest I've ever seen anyone do that!" Parker says and pets Stepper's face. "You've done this before I'm guessing?"
Hoss is within earshot, and I explain it's my favorite game that the twins and I play. Hoss pats my horse and says, "Well, Flag-Racing seems to fit you fine. I wonder what other events you're a shoo-in for. You have an incredible connection with Stepper, AJ. Let's try and keep you on the horse. You can't bull-ride or bronco ride yet. I guess that was part of the deal your dad and mom made, but I bet you would be amazing at Breakaway and Flag-Racing."
I'm smiling so hard that my face hurts. "Thank you, Hoss, do you really think I'll be that good?"
"AJ my lad, I can't wait to find out."
Zeke and I have been first-place winners for the past five years in anything that can be done in a team. When we're in the moment, we can be perfectly in sync and ride the adrenaline wave as one. We'll be fourteen when the next rodeo, so now we're in a different age group. I'm really excited to do the cattle tie-down and team events, and this year... this year is the year that we get to try our skills at Bull-Riding and Steer Wrestling. Man, I've been looking forward to this year for a long time.
Parker sounds the start with an annoying air horn blast! Zeke and I burst from the starting line and ready our lassos. In my mouth, I hold the pigging string. In sync with my brother, our lassos fly over our heads as we charge the metal calf. Zeke lets his rope fly at the same time I do, his rope secures itself around the small, molded horn buds, and mine swoop up under the calf's metal back legs. I wrap my rope around the horn to hold the calf and slide off Night Whisper, I rush to the metal dummy and take the pigging string from my mouth.
Gripping the cold metal, I push my knee into its side and flip it upside down. I collect the legs and begin to tie them up with the pigging string when Stepper and AJ speed past me demanding my attention. He's showing off and what a show it is. Stepper slices through the air and isn't much more than a blur as he heads for the flag tied to the spear.
Over the months, AJ can't seem to get enough of this game. His form is perfect. It's slick and smooth as he hooks his leg around the cantle and lowers himself over to the right side. He's fast and accurate as his little hand grips the flag. Then, in a move that only AJ can do, Stepper turns on a dime, and his momentum throws him up onto the saddle. Just as Stepper bursts from where he stands into the fastest run possible, AJ re-hooks his left foot in its stirrup, bends down low, and rides the wave of the horse's gallop.
It's amazing how close those two are. Stepper has taken to AJ and the two move as one, it's almost like they move as freely as Zeke, and I do. Once they cross the spot where they started, AJ throws his arms up in pride, and Stepper prances in place, turning around and heading towards the running Parker and Hoss. Pfft... that is all he needs, more cheering to swell that head of his.
My head lazily swings to Zeke, and he laughs a little and shakes his head. "He sure does like an audience, these days. Saving me from Bobby Ton sure has changed him."
"Pfft... He didn't do it alone, you know," I mutter under my breath.
Zeke rides by and nudges me with his foot. He says, "I know I'm not as attuned to your emotions as you are at feeling mine, so trust me, brother, your emotions betray you." He slides off Charlie and walks up to me as I adjust Night Whisper's saddle. "You two fighting?" He asks and then asks a follow-up question, "...or is it what the boys said on the bus that's bothering you?"
I grip the reins out of frustration and confess, "He's driving me crazy. I'm always picking up after him or covering for him with mom. Lately, I'm more his babysitter than his lover and I hate myself for thinking I don't..." the last words get stuck in my throat.
"Ooooh okay. Wow, that's heavy," says Zeke. His eyes go wide, and he looks at AJ, then back to me. "Does he know?"
I shake my head quickly and stare at the saddle. "He's too busy acting his age."
"You know that sounds stupid when you say it like that"
I pull the flank cinch up a little tighter and regrettably respond, "I know, but did you know when I'm sixteen, AJ will be eleven? He won't be able to cum yet and I'll be out of legal age, so if I fuck him, I can go to prison."
"That can't be what's bothering you? I think what is bothering you is that someone our age is interested in you, and you're afraid of blowing it because you're with AJ."
Hoss shouts over to us, "Are you two going to be practicing after the sunset?" Zeke and I exchange worried looks and climb back on our saddles.
"No sir," responds Zeke to Hoss and asks me in a low tone, "What are you going to do?"
I give him a worried look and then watch AJ and Parker talking. Answering him honestly, I give my shoulders a little shrug and say, "I don't know."
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