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Andrew Thomas and I are trying something new. We have co-written two characters. This chapter introduces Beau and Colt to Counting, however, they originally show up in Boys of Grizzly Valley 3 - Go Bag Find it here
They then show up in Andrew's Trust, chapter 6 for a few chapters. Feel free to read about them here They will be regulars here in Counting.
I shut the back door, and I shuffled my feet on the way to the horse barn. These mudder boots are Zack's, and his feet are so much bigger than mine. Then again, everything on this stupid body is small. I hate being this small. I can't wait till I hit puberty; I need to be bigger.
Chores are the only time I'm allowed to leave my room. I'm grounded from just about anything that uses electricity till next weekend, except for the twins' birthday party and when I'm at the rodeo. But I paid for it, and my hand rubs my still-tender butt while my mind wanders back to last night.
Last Night
I had just suffered through a very long, quiet, uncomfortable car ride and was sent right to my room. After sitting at my computer desk and staring at a blank computer monitor, I dread the worse outcome for over an hour, then someone gently knocks on my door.
"Hey little cowboy, we need to talk," dad says, walking in.
"Sure," I respond, and I watch him come around the bed and sit down on it. "Where's mom? I was expecting her."
"Well, you didn't run off on her. She thought it would be best if I handled it myself. AJ, you have to stop running off without telling us."
"I know, I'm really sorry."
"I know you are, but this time, that's not going to cover it. "I have to punish you this time."
Remembering the twins' stories about the spankings that dad has given them, I start to squirm in my chair. "What are you going to do?"
"Come here, son," he says, patting the bed. I walk slowly to the bed, my head down, and take a seat next to him. "Your mom and I talked a long time about this, and this is what we agreed upon. We are going to let you decide."
I won't lie; I'm real confused. Mom has never let me decide how I'm going to be punished. Being overly curious, I ask, "How does this work?"
"I'm going to give you two choices: 1) You're grounded for two weeks from pretty much everything that uses electricity, and you must stay in your room. You'll miss the rodeo and the twins' birthday party. 2) You're grounded the same, but for one week, and you get to go to the rodeo and the party. If you choose the second option, you will also be spanked."
There it is: the dreaded spanking. My mind shifts back and forth. I don't want to miss the rodeo, but will a spanking be worth it? Nowadays, I don't even think Zack would want me at his party, so probably not worth it, but what about the dance? Zack still hasn't asked me yet; he's probably waiting until the last minute to ask me as a surprise. I can't be grounded; I want to go. Dad sits quietly next to me, and I gauge his attitude. He's not angry or mad, so the spanking he would give wouldn't be overly hard or out of control.
Dad sits still and lets me think. Now that I'm watching him, studying him, and searching for his attitude, I see... he's trembling. Evidence of past tear tracks is like canyons on the man's face. His shoulders are slumped forward, and his hands fidget in his lap, making him somehow look smaller. This is my fault, and I feel terrible.
"Dad..." I whimper, stand up, and shuffle myself in front of him. I manage to say, just before I begin to sob, "I'm weally sowwy."
The corner of his mouth rises a little, then it fades back to disappointment like a cheap magic trick that I can never get right. "I know you are kiddo, but that doesn't seem to be enough, does it? I don't want to punish you. I want you to be safe. You have a bad habit of running off without permission. Look..." he says with a tremor in his voice. He reaches for me, picks me up, and sets me gently on his lap. "AJ, I love you so much, and in less than a year, I've lost you time and time again." His voice cracks when he says `lost.' "You must be very confused about why it's important for you to always be next to an adult or your brothers. All I can tell you is that your mother and I have a secret. We can't tell you what it is, but you must never leave our sight, understand." He wipes away his tears and hugs me tightly.
His arms wrap around my tiny body, and I completely lose it; my tears soak his shoulder. "I'm... I'm... Dad, I'm sowwy," I sob.
"I know you are, son. Have you decided?"
I pull my head from his shoulder, and he wipes the tears from my cheeks as I nod. "I d-don't want to miss-ss the rodeo-o and the big school dance, but I d-don't want-t-t a s-sp-spanking eiver."
Dad smiles at me and says, "I don't want to spank you either, but you're not listening to us, and unfortunately it's come to this. If you want a short grounding and will be able to go to the rodeo, I'll even let you go to the big dance; you get a spanking."
I go over his words carefully and whimper out softly, "I'll t-take the s-sp-spanking." My legs feel all wobbly, and I feel like falling to my knees when I ask for it. My tears are flowing so much that I can't even see. I can barely breathe or talk.
Dad waits until I get better control of myself and then says, "Pull your pants off and lay across my lap." I pull my pants off, and dad helps me with my shirt. He patiently waits for me to lay down and says, "At any time you think you can't take it, just say so, and we'll stop, and you can take the two-week grounding."
I stand up saying something I'm sure is inaudible, but the shaking of my head expresses my not liking option one. Dad wipes my tears once more, then gently takes my naked body and lays me over his lap. "AJ, I want you to count swats," he says as he gets ready by placing his left hand just below my neck and holding me firmly to his lap. His right-hand rests lightly on my butt and he moves in small circles. "Ready?"
SMACK! I was not ready! How can you ever be ready for your ass to reach a hundred degrees instantly when your soon-to-be dad's frying pan hands slap your bare ass! To be honest, I'm getting used to Mom's spankings, but this... is a whole new level. For seconds, I gritted my teeth... My scream must have shaken the house, and my body shifts into self-preservation mode, but dad's strong left arm keeps me pinned on his huge lap.
"Count AJ."
My body squirms, and I hug his legs with everything I have in me. I'm not sure how I was able to form words, but I did manage to get out, "O-On-One!"
SMACK! Amongst my screaming and crying, he waited patiently until I managed to get the word, "T-t-wo," out of my quivering lips.
SMACK! "t-t-three-e"
SMACK! "fou-o-o"
"What was that? AJ, try and calm down, son," he says as he rubs my back slowly. "You can do this; you only have one more. What number was that swat?"
"F-fo-four"
SMACK! "FIVE!" The last one was the worst. The pain is excruciating. It dominates my mind, and the only thing I can think of is how bad it hurts. I scream, and my back arches, breaking his hold, but he's careful not to let me fall from his lap. My ass is on fire, and the word `sting' doesn't describe it. Dad's strong hands lay me back down on his lap, and he continues to rub my back as I cry. I didn't think the pain was going to stop. It's a mixture of burning and stinging that keeps hurting with every twitch or quiver of my butt. I'm sure his handprints will be on my ass forever.
"Shhhh, AJ. It's all over, son. I'm so proud of you, AJ," he says, comforting me, and when he thinks I'm calm enough to talk, he stands me up on my weak legs, which tremble under the pressure of standing. My hands go directly to my butt cheeks and test the soreness and heat coming from them. "AJ, I want you to remember this spanking next time you think about running off without asking permission. Next time I have to spank you, it will be doubled, so let's not run off again," he says in a stern voice. Then he gave me another hug and lovingly rubbed my back as I continued to scream and sob. He was very careful not to touch my red, throbbing bottom.
Today
That memory gives me a full-body shudder, and my hand rubs at the still-present soreness in my ass. I get to the horse barn to start my chores. Part of the punishment is that I have to clean the horse manure from the stalls for the whole week, four times a day. I unlock the door and slide it about an inch, and it jams. Ugh, I hate this door. Tugging on it, I manage to get it open enough to see... Oh my God!
Before AJ arrives at the horse barn
I get to the horse barn, and Parker is in there working on his tack. I rush to his side to greet him, and he kisses me passionately. "Hey lover," he says and rubs my crotch, causing me to swell.
"Stop, I need to feed these guys," I laugh as I back up. I turn to go get the horse feed, and Parker, without warning, pins me up against the wall and leans down to kiss me. Closing my eyes, I let the softness of his lips control me. His body leans against mine, and I can feel his cock throb as if to say, `Let me out!' Then slowly and gently, his tongue slid across my lips, so I opened them just a little for him to play with. His kiss locks onto me even harder, and I'm having a hard time breathing through my nose, but this is too good to worry about things like air. Finally, his tongue meets mine, and together they swirl and taste each other in amazing bliss.
He breaks the kiss, pulling his head back just enough to say, "Sorry, I couldn't wait any longer." I couldn't say anything. My brain just shut down and is now rebooting. I only know that I want him to do it again. The way he just took charge of me, pinned me down, and connected us totally did something for me. "You want me to keep going, right?" he asks me with a questionable look in his eyes.
I can't talk, so I just give him a slight nod, and he kisses me again. It's exciting, passionate, hungry, and a little brutal. This kiss is more assertive than the last. I feel like I'm his to do with as he pleases. I'm a mouse being played with by its cat. His right hand unzipped my coat and slid up my shirt with enough force that I think it broke a button or two. Once he gets to my nipples, he grips them with vice-grip strength. When my mouth opens to moan, he kisses me deeper, and my knees almost give out on me. His left-hand tangles itself in the hair just behind my ear, and then, with a tug, my head rips from his lips, and I gasp for air. Parker's lips move down my neck, kissing me behind my ear and just above my shoulders. Sounds of pleasure have never escaped my lips like this before, and I fight the urge to let go.
I can't take it anymore, and I begin to undo my pants. Parker quickly bit my neck, and I exclaimed, "Owe!"
"Hands off! I'll do it when I'm ready. Just relax and enjoy yourself," he orders me in a deep man's voice, then he looks into my surprised eyes and asks, "Too rough?"
I shake my head `No' in the hopes he will continue to take charge. And he does. He grabs my hands and slams them above my head and against the barn wall, locking on another kiss. This one isn't gentle; it's full of passion, lust, and greed. His other hand works feverishly to finish the job I started with my belt buckle. As soon as he can reach into my boxers, he grabs my cock and balls hard, making me gasp. He releases my hands and drags his hands down to my hips as he drops to his knees. Parker begins to lick my cock with quick little teases. When I can't take it anymore, I grab his head by his hair, and he spanks my ass with the hardest slap. I'm talking like Uncle Jack slap. "Damn!" I shout and Parker just waits for me to stop rubbing my ass.
"I'm in control. Don't touch my head; I'll move you where I want, understand?" I give him a childlike nod, and he continues, "Do you want me to stop? Is this too rough for you?"
Before my mind can even be sure of what it wants, my body is saying, "No, please keep going, I'm yours. Treat me like you want."
"Good, then close your eyes, don't move, and whatever you do, don't cum."
He goes back to work on my cock and begins lovingly licking and sucking on my groin. I try to make as little noise as possible by wrapping my fingers around the wooden slatted wall and gripping it with all my might. He reaches up and puts his two fingers in my mouth. After some time, drool starts to drip down his hand, then he pulls them from my mouth, and as a deep-throated moan escapes my lips, he inserts his fingers into my ass with one continuous motion.
Letting my cock slip from his mouth, he reminds me, "Don't you cum. I'll have to punish you if you do."
My eyes roll in the back of my head when his fingers begin to grind on my boy-button. I stand on my toes as I can feel Parker slip my jeans down one leg, then the other, making me naked from the waist down. "Don't cum, Zeke."
I feel the pressure build in my balls, and my cock begins to swell. Parker licks my cock slowly, and it doubles in size. He wraps his tongue around the dickhead and then reminds me, "Zeke, if you cum, I will punish you," and then begins to go down on me. His mouthwork is perfect, and my grunting and moaning get louder as I tense my body trying to hold my cum back from Parker's lustful attack, but my teenage body betrays me as I release a huge gush of cum in Parker's mouth and down his throat. He grips my ass with his free hand and pushes my boy button with everything he has, making me almost collapse if it weren't for my fingers gripping the wooden planks. He swallows, slurps, and forces everything I have deep inside me into his mouth.
He stands up, and I watch him undo his belt and his pants. He drops them and steps out of one pant leg, unleashing his massive semi-hard cock. It's thicker than mine by a lot and at least six inches long. He opens his mouth, and a mouthful of my cum pours from it into his hand. My heavy breathing makes me feel faint, and my cock is rehardening from watching my boyfriend's display.
He takes the cum and begins to massage it on his hard cock. My eyes are locked onto his hood, which is moving back and forth, and his head peeking from underneath it. Taking my ear, he pulls me from the wall and spins me around. His free hand wraps around my chest and grips my neck tightly. His warm kisses around my neck and behind my ears give me pleasure like I've never known before. When my knees begin to get weak, his hand pushes my back down, confirming my suspicions.
To my amazement, my eyes spy something that I thought I would enjoy watching, but this version is more shocking in a sexy way. Sounds of skin slapping against skin, moans, grunts, and hair being pulled all add to my confusion and horror. At one point I wanted to run in there and stop Parker, but I'm not sure I could. Zeke is the strongest kid I know, and when I see him like this, he looks as weak as me.
"Do you like that? Tell me it hurts! Tell me it feels good!"
"Please, please, it hurts so bad! Your cock, it's too big... harder, harder," shouts Zeke in almost blackout lust. Then Parker reaches down and yanks Zeke's hair, pushes down on his ribs, and finally thrusts the full length of his huge cock deep into Zeke's ass, making him scream! The memory of daddy jabbing the full length of his giant cock in my ass flashes through my mind like a horror movie. Zeke is screaming, just like me! Parker is raping Zeke as daddy raped me!
When I can't take any more of it, I yell, "Hey! Get off him!" I yell before I notice Zeke's orgasmic smile, before I notice Zeke's quivering legs pushing back onto Parker's cock, and before Zeke's pleas for Parker to push into him harder register.
Parker pulls out so fast that he loses his balance and falls back on the ground. His hard cock stands straight up and is at least eight inches long and as thick as my wrist, maybe thicker. Zeke's doggie-style position collapses on the ground, and the effect of having a huge cock pulled out so fast is that Zeke has the biggest orgasm of his life, making him cum all over the floor. He looks at my right eye peaking at them through the crack in the door and weakly says, "Not again, AJ!"
"Again... this has happened before?!" shrieks Parker as his half-naked body scampers to put his shorts back on.
This feeling of watching something I shouldn't have been watching feels all too familiar to me. Turning from the door, I can hear Zeke shouting for me to stop, but this time I'm not a little boy. This time, I'm not a stranger on the farm. And this time, one of the boys is way bigger than me, and there is no way I'm stopping; Parker will kick my ass for sure.
I bolt and do my best not to stumble while wearing Zack's old mudder boots, but eventually, I trip up and fall to my knees. I roll over on my tender ass, making me wince as I kick off the oversized boots. Both knees are scratched up, but not that bad. Once the boots are off, the screeching of the barn door being unjammed and forced open grabs my attention. Parker and Zeke hurry out with their clothes all ruffled. I get up and fly up the stairs (four porch stairs) and through the kitchen in the fastest run possible.
I round the lower stairs (twenty-five steps), then my set of stairs (twenty-seven steps). No wait, that's not right. There are not twenty-seven steps. I turn and look at the steps and want to just go in my room, but something tells me I have to make sure the count is not twenty-seven. I don't hear anyone running behind me, so I hurry down the stairs and start to count them again. Okay, (twenty-three.) "Okay..." I sigh, "that's right." Entering my bedroom, I slam my door, quickly count the balusters on my wall (forty-eight balusters), and jump into the bed, pulling the covers over my head.
Mom and I are having our reading time in the living room. Since I'm having problems with my literature class, my mom strongly suggested that I read with her for one hour each day. Then we have to talk about what we read. To her credit, my grade has come up. I turn the page on my book titled "Andrew's Misplaced Trust" when AJ rushes into the kitchen and shuts the door. I crane my neck to look over the couch as he kicks off my mudder boots and bolts through the living room to the stairs. Mom slowly turns a page of her book, and his head jerks toward her on the couch.
She doesn't flinch, move, or take her eyes off her book. AJ breathes a sigh of relief and then slowly begins to climb the stairs. About the time he rounds the corner, the kitchen door opens, and Zeke and Parker rush in. They kick off their boots and hurry through the living room. That's strange; somehow they have swapped shorts. Zeke is having a hard time keeping Parker's larger shorts on, and Zeke's shorts on Parker leave very little to the imagination.
They round the corner in pursuit of AJ, and my eyes shift to Mom. She hasn't moved an inch. She simply turns the page quietly. I try to get back to my book, but my curiosity gets the better of me, and I look up the stairs, wondering what's going on up there.
"Go," Mom says, her gaze fixed on her book.
"Thanks," I reply, and I put my bookmark in my book. Setting it on the coffee table, I head upstairs.
As I climb the stairs to our room, I can hear them arguing.
"Don't lie, Parker! I saw you, and that isn't how it's done! You're doing it wrong!" AJ shouts.
"You're just a little boy; what do you know? There are different ways to do it; we just like doing it that way," Parker shouts back.
"It's wrong! You're hurting him!"
As I enter the room, I see Zeke standing in between Parker and a very riled-up AJ. He looks to me for help, and in a flood of emotions and broken sentences, I get a quick rundown on what happened. I say it loud enough to interrupt David and Goliath: "You've got to be kidding? It happened again?"
AJ suddenly looks very embarrassed, and Parker just looks pissed. AJ sits in the bed in a huff and says, "I'm sorry, I spied on you guys fucking."
His choice of words almost makes Parker laugh. I need to get AJ out of the room if I'm going to get to the bottom of this, so I remind him, "AJ, don't you have something to do?" He stands up and heads out of the room with the weight of the world on his shoulders.
I gently slap his ass as he passes me, and a hiss slips out of his lips as he says, "Don't touch my butt, it still hurts."
My brother and I painfully hold in our laughter, knowing exactly what he's going through. We stay quiet till I count over thirty steps on the stairs, figuring that he's far enough away. "Okay, it's just us; spill it."
Two hours later, I finally get back into the house. My chore normally takes less than thirty minutes, but Dad's horse, Buddy, has some kind of stomach bug and was shitting all over the place. Dad and Hoss are with him now, but for like an hour I would clean the stall, and he would just poop again.
I kick off my mudder again and set them outside, they stink crazy bad. Mom is in the kitchen and comes to hug me, but once she smells me, she steps back and says, "Oh honey, you smell really bad."
I fill her in on what happened and reach for a cookie, only to get my hand slapped by my jailer. I sigh and head upstairs to my cell. Zack is standing in front of the mirror, and he's dressed in a tuxedo. I walk over to the hamper and take off my smelly clothes, shirt, shorts, and underwear, putting them inside. I did all that without taking my eyes off my boyfriend and with the one thought of, `Why hasn't he asked me to the dance yet?'
He moves around the room, and I stand there and watch him struggle with his belt, his vest, and his bow tie, waiting for my surprise dance invite. He turns and almost bumps into me, and his eyes look down at my dick and then back at my eyes. "AJ, you stink buddy, hurry downstairs and take a shower," he says, and my heart soared. Here it comes: he's going to ask me! But he just walks past me.
"Aren't you going to invite me to the dance?" I say, my voice cracking as I hold back my tears.
"Sorry kiddo, this dance is for the big kids," Zack responds as he heads down the stairs with me on his heels. Zeke comes out of his room dressed in a white tuxedo with a dark red vest and bow tie.
"But, I'm your boyfriend. Why can't I go?"
I begin to come down the stairs, and mom yells up at me, "Don't come down here naked!" Looking down, I see my willie and hurry to the bathroom to grab a towel. Wrapping it around me, I rush down the stairs.
"I've been waiting all week for you to ask me to the dance," I say with a whimper as my emotional wall begins to crumble.
Zack and Zeke exchange looks when Zack helps Zeke with his white jacket. "What do you want me to say, AJ? I'm sorry you're too young for the high school dance." And with that said, they left, leaving me standing in front of the window watching Parker drive the twins down the driveway.
"But I chose the spanking so I could go..." I whisper to myself as the emotional walls crumble.
I'm not sure how much time has passed as I sit on the couch, but I've finished over twenty rubik's cubes, which are scattered across the couch and floor. Dad comes in the back door and goes into the kitchen and kisses mom. She slaps his chest and tells him he stinks and needs a shower. I hear him suggest that they both take a shower together. Yuck! He steals one more kiss and then sees me. "What's he doing here? I thought he was going to the dance."
Mom turns her back to me, and I can tell she is whispering to him because his facial expressions are changing. That only makes me feel worse. I begin to fidget with the end of the towel I'm wrapped in, and without warning, dad picks me up right out of my towel from behind the couch. He slings me over his shoulder with my bare ass by his head. "Hey! I'm naked!"
"You are? Hmm, you should be in the shower, not sitting on the couch pouting and smelling like Buddy's backside," dad says, joking around, and then he taps my butt. It didn't hurt; it kind of felt good, so I giggled. "There's my sweet little boy. There's my little cowboy. Don't be in a hurry to grow up and get bigger; I'm not done having fun with you yet," he says, then tickles the bottom of my feet while mom laughs and waves at me from the dining room table.
We get in the master bath, and Dad sets me down on the tiled bench opposite the side of the shower. It's cold on my bare butt, and I can feel the small tiles under my butt cheeks. "Ooo, that's cold," I say with a giggle as I shift my butt back and forth.
Dad laughs at me and begins to strip down, putting his clothes in the hamper. "You know, I think it's a good time for you and me to talk."
"In the bathroom?" I ask, looking at his low-hanging penis and balls. For some reason, it feels wrong looking but I can't pull my eyes away.
"Sure," he says as he lays a hand on my shoulder, guiding me to the huge walk-in shower. He continues as he turns on the water to warm it up: "I need you to be alone with me, and there isn't anywhere more alone than this."
The water is cold at first, and I dance around as it rains down on my head. He lets me play in the water for a little while, and I just about forgot about being ghosted by my brother/boyfriend. Then dad picks me up, gets some shampoo from the wall dispenser, and washes my hair with his free hand. "Shut your eyes," he reminds me as I get lost in the feel of his strong fingers scrubbing my head. Leaning my head back, he dips me into the spray of the shower until I can hear the squeakiness of my hair and then sets me down on the bench in the shower, putting my eyes level with his junk. I wonder if mine will get that big. I wonder if Zack's will get that big. Zack's dick is almost too big for me right now as it is. I've noticed lately that he's having trouble getting it in, and when he does, it hurts more than when we started almost a year ago.
Suddenly I realize that Dad is talking, and I focus on what he's saying: "So anything at all. Ask me anything, personal or not."
"Do you think Zack still loves me?" It just came out. I couldn't stop it, and by the look on dad's face, he wasn't expecting that. "I'm sorry. Forget I asked."
Dad takes the soapy rag and pulls me out of the water, kneels, and begins to wash me, starting at my shoulders. He smiles at me and answers, "Your brother loves you and will always love you. They both will. I know they are acting strange, but you have to understand that they will be fourteen next weekend, and teenagers act weird."
"It's more than that; it's like I did something wrong and he's left me to guess what it is. I've been real good lately to him and doing extra..." I stop my sentence and blush and cover my willie with my hands when the thought of sucking Zack's cock more often and letting him fuck me extra times a day, even though it hurts real bad, makes me hard. "Umm... stuff... to make him love me again, and he just avoids me after we're done. He doesn't even spoon with me at night anymore."
"Well, just give him some time to figure things out; I'm sure it will be back to normal soon. What else? Ask me something else."
I close my eyes and enjoy his strong hands washing my back, under my arms, and my tummy. When he gets to what is next, I look down at his hand that stops in that spot that isn't my tummy or dick area, and then I look into his eyes. He's looking right into mine as if he didn't think this through and doesn't know if he should ask, so before he makes this more awkward by asking if he can play with my dick, I just take my hands off my hard-on, letting it spring to life, and spread my legs wider so he can wash my lower half. He's so gentle with my dick and nuts. My dick gets even harder, and my hands begin to subconsciously play with it. "Did you know that Beau used to do sex stuff with cowboys, and they paid him lots of money?" Dad looks at me as if I'm fooling him and then turns me around. I bend over knowing this part is my favorite, although I doubt it will be as good as Zack's. Zack sticks his finger in my butt and makes sure it's clean inside too. "How much would a man pay me for doing sex stuff, do you think?"
Dad laughs, pushes me under the water, and points to the bench. I sit down, and he kneels, takes each of my legs, and scrubs them. "I have no idea, AJ. I'm sure Beau thought he didn't have a choice," he answers.
"He got hurt," I say sadly, then ask, "Why would someone hurt Beau if he was doing sex stuff with them?"
"What Beau was doing was very dangerous. Men have bigger private parts than boys, and they can really hurt a boy if they aren't careful. You know this. Those men didn't care about Beau and treated him like a sex toy; they weren't careful."
I watch his dick begin to swell as he starts to soap it up, and I find it hard to believe Beau was sucking and taking cocks in his ass that big. My jaw is sore just thinking about it, and my butthole squeezes a little tighter just thinking about how much that would hurt. Dad sees me staring at his cock and lost in thought, and I blush. He's all soapy; he picks me back up, and I slide up and down on his chest. Together, we step back under the water. I giggle as his hand moves around my body, making sure I'm suds free and then he turns off the shower.
"AJ, I want you to feel like you can ask or tell me anything. I also don't want you to ever do what Beau did. You shouldn't be doing sexual stuff with men. You can be hurt."
I think about what he's saying, and my lip quivers, and I ask softly, "Is that what is happening with Zack? Is he becoming a man, cuz it's been hurting when he... does stuff?"
Dad studies my face with a woeful look, then smiles and says, "You know what, let's continue this conversation outside while we shoot your rifle."
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