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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.
The SUV is packed and is pulling the horse trailer. It has the twins' and AJ's horses in it, along with the one that Pop gave me named Checkers. Alice is driving, AJ is sitting next to me, a sleeping Colt is on my lap, and the twins are sitting in the way back seat. I finally got Colt to stop crying. I comb my fingers through his unkempt hair, hoping this is what's best for him. Saying goodbye to Pop was really hard. That man saved my life, and more importantly, he saved Colt's. Jack told us to call him Jack or dad, but we've never called a man dad before, so we'll stick with Jack for now, anyway, he's driving the pickup truck and hauling the camper trailer.
We've been on the road for a while, and I may not look nervous, but I am. A new house full of new people who want us to be part of their family is a lot to take in. I do feel bad about leaving Pop like that, but the old man said he wants it this way because it's what's best for us. So, we left him waving, standing next to the trailer that we'd been living in for the last two weeks. My Walmart bag sits next to the door with everything I own. I thought it was odd that Pop insisted I bring everything on this trip, but I guess now it makes sense.
Flat land and more flat land, with a great mountain ridge framing the photo landscape from miles away. It hasn't changed since we left, and it's almost been an hour. "Alice, are we close to your house?" I wonder how much longer it will be.
Alice stops singing to say, "Our house, Beau, it's our house now. You two are family now."
AJ interrupts her, giggling, "Silly, we've been on our land for about ten minutes."
"What! "You guys own all this?"
"Yeah, and you haven't seen the back forty yet. There's a camping spot, a swimming hole, and a river. We're going to have a great time showing you everything," AJ says excitedly.
Ten minutes later, the house--no, the mansion--comes into view. The long driveway gives me enough time to wake Colt and share the size of the house. He's almost as astonished as I am. It's mostly brick, with white accents and black windows. The porch is a really dark red, with white pillars holding its massive roof. It's two floors, from what I can tell, and a strange glass room on the very top. Off to the right is a six-foot-tall black fence that surrounds something. A white picket fence follows the driveway right up to the house.
Alice drives the SUV with the horse trailer around the left side of the house to a big barn. On the way, we pass a little house on the left. A man and a teenager hurry toward the SUV. "Everyone out," Alice says, taking her seatbelt off. I help Colt with his car seat as he practically bounces with excitement. AJ jumps out first and then helps Colt out of the SUV. Getting out, the teenager is standing there as if he's waiting for me--no, wait, not me.
I walk over to AJ and ask, "Who's the boy?"
AJ smiles and holds up a finger to wait. Then Zeke leaps out and into the arms of the teenager. Their kiss is long and passionate, and roaming hands find Zeke's ass. The boy squeezes it, and I swear I see Zeke flinch in pain and then smile. "That's his boyfriend, Parker," he whispers in my ear and then giggles. "They like rough sex, don't say anything," he adds, and I can't help but giggle with him before he continues, "He and his father, Hoss, are our farm hands. They run the cattle farm."
"So, you guys don't take care of your own farm?"
"Yes, we do, some of it. Dad and the twins used to be our last farm hands, but now they're family, just like you two are now," AJ says as he plays grab ass with Colt, who is giving better than he is getting. It's strange knowing that AJ is my age but is about as big as Colt, maybe a little thinner. There are three other barns besides this one, and then there is the back of the house. There is a huge deck with a hot tub on it and two glass sliding doors and a standard-sized door. Next to the deck is a three-car garage. In front of the garage are a light blue Mustang and a teenage girl washing it while wearing a swimsuit.
"That's Lana, my older sister. I have another sister, but she is evil and lives with her dad. Lana is heading to college after the twins' birthday party on Saturday. Zack gets her room," AJ says the last part with a little sadness.
"Where does he sleep now?"
AJ shrugs and says, "He sleeps with me."
I let that sink in and ask, "Where are we sleeping?"
"Don't worry, honey, you two will be sleeping with AJ. Zack and Zeke can share a room until Lana moves out Sunday," Alice says as she picks up Colt. Jack pulls up to the house, putting the camper trailer next to the deck. Alice turns around and addresses us kids, "Twins, help your father open the camper so we can unload it. AJ and Beau, help with unpacking the SUV, then help me in the camper."
AJ hurries to the back of the suburban and opens the back door. Keeping an eye on Colt, I see him over by the fence watching the cows until Jack whistles and gets his attention. Colt sees him and smiles, starts to giggle, and runs into the strong man's arms. Colt fearlessly jumps, and Jack catches him. He gives my brother a toss in the air, and Colt's giggles turn to outright laughter. I've never met a man like Jack before. He doesn't seem to want us for our bodies, he just wants us to be happy. To be honest, it's difficult to believe, but we'll see if he visits us at night or forces me to do sex stuff in the barn. This family can't be all smiles.
"Hey, um, Beau, are you going to help? I mean, if you don't want to--that's fine, I guess," AJ says meekly behind me.
I rush to help him, taking four bags from his shoulders and reassuring him, saying, "We're family, right? Of course, I'm going to help you." Our eyes meet, and his emeralds seem to add to his soft, boyish features. Damn, he's really cute. Oh my god, did I just think that? I look away but need to look into those eyes once more, and I see AJ blushing.
"Th...th...thanks, let me get more, and I'll, umm- ah, show you where they go," AJ stammers, unsure of what to say.
AJ turns and bends over to get more bags. His shirt pulls up as he reaches for a big one, showing me his shorts are sagging a couple of inches, revealing the beautiful beginning of a perfect, soft, butt crack. Visions of what he might look like naked flood my mind. My dick begins to get hard, and I panic. Not in these shorts. Hard-ons stick out like a sore thumb in these things. Cold day... old ladies.... Cold swimming... man, I bet AJ looks great in trunks, wait no! Don't think that!
"Something wrong, Beau?" Zack asks while he begins to unhook the horse trailer hitch. I follow his eyes to my crotch and see the very noticeable tent. "No, I'm fine," I say as one of the bags is shifted over my hard cock. Zack's gaze shifts to AJ's ass crack and then back to my reddening cheeks. "It's okay, Beau. You're free to be yourself here. You don't have to be a 'tough little straight boy' here. Just relax."
"I am straight, pfft. What do you mean?" I snapped at him out of pure reflex. Zack smiles and chuckles.
AJ drops down from the SUV with his arms full and says, "Come on. The sooner we finish, the sooner I can show you around." He takes off, heading to the house, and I can't help but look back at Zack, who is watching me as he has seen through my act.
Unpacking takes a while, and to be honest, Alice and Jack do most of it. We help where we can, but taking care of Colt and keeping him out of the way is probably way more helpful than putting stuff away. AJ shows us the cattle barns and lets Colt pet as many cows as he wants, which ends up being all of them. The equipment barn was next. Inside were four-wheelers, snowmobiles, the twins' dirt bikes, and the Gator. The Gator looks like a golf cart on monster wheels. It has a snowplow on it and is covered in mud and straw. There is a barn behind there, but we're not allowed in because it's full of tractors and it's dangerous.
"We have to wait for dad; trust me, you don't want to go in there," AJ says, and I see his hand slip to cover his butt like he's reliving an old memory.
We race back to the house, and as we head to his room, AJ says something strange: "There are twenty-five steps up to the second floor and twenty-three steps up to my room." We climb the stairs to the second floor, and he adds, "And whatever you do, don't run up these stairs, or you'll have to walk them fifty times, up, down, up, down... " When I looked back to see if Colt was still keeping up, he was right on my tail, clutching that bear that AJ had won him, named Gomer.
AJ looks like he's real nervous when he shows up at Zeke's, Lana's, and soon-to-be Zack's, the kid's bathroom, and his mom and dad's bedrooms. Then he stands, looking at a skinny door by his mom's room, and takes a deep breath.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I don't feel good. Come on, we've got one more room to show you," he says as he opens the door. The door opens to a very steep and skinny staircase. AJ climbs in front of me, and I can hear him counting the steps. Once we get upstairs, there is a short hallway with two doors. One of the doors has a sign on it that says, `AJ's room, please knock no matter what!' At this point, AJ is using the wall to brace himself as he opens the door.
"Maybe I should go get your mom," I ask and turn to go, but he grabs my hand and shakes his head.
"Seriously, I just need to sit down. I'll be fine."
I'm not sure I buy it, and Colt seems to be concerned as well. We enter the room, and even though we were both thinking it, Colt is the one who says, "Wow!" He runs past me and bounces from amazing sight to amazing sight. Stacks of comics, boxes of toys, a room just for Lego, a huge bed, a dresser built into the wall, and the coolest bedroom I've ever seen: three out of the four walls are glass. There are three patio doors that open to balconies, and the rest are ceiling-to-floor windows.
"Woww, Ayay, I wuv you Joey Muwphey postew abofe the bed," says Colt with a few hops of enthusiasm.
"Oh, my god! This is your room! I can't believe this is your room! A Joey Murphey and a `@ the Majestic' poster," I say to him looking around. "That's pretty lit," I mention to AJ as I walk past him.
"Yeah, the room is too big for me not to share it with someone," AJ struggles to say on his way to the bed. He takes the teddy bear that is wearing overalls off the nightstand and curls up with it in his bed. He looks terrible. I don't care what he says; I'm getting his mom. AJ doesn't resist this time, not that I stayed to ask permission; I hurry down the stairs and are running down the second-floor ones when Alice comes around the corner very upset.
"Young man, we do not run up or down my stairs!"
"It's AJ... something's wrong!"
Alice and I run back up the stairs and find Colt sitting next to AJ, who looks worse than when I left, if that is even possible. Now, his body is shaking a little, and his arms are tightly wrapped around the bear.
"Dear God, AJ, Honey, can you lie down on your stomach?" Alice asks as she sits on the bed and digs a black case with a white plus sign out of the nightstand. AJ doesn't move and looks rigid. Colt rushes into my arms, and I hold him tightly. Alice looks at us, and then she says, "Good job, Beau; now please take Colt downstairs and wait for me there." I'm honestly frozen in place when I feel Colt tugging on my hand in the direction of the door. My body moves, but I don't feel like moving, all I can think about is, what is going on?
My body must have been on autopilot, because the next thing I know, we're sitting on the couch, and Colt is crying uncontrollably on my chest. About fifteen minutes later, the back door opens, and Jack walks in. Seeing him, Colt jumps off of me and runs to Jack, who picks him up and holds him tightly. "What's wrong, little bear?" Jack looks at me, and before I know it, my face is buried in his shirt as tears stream down my cheeks. "Boys, what's wrong?"
"AJ... something...wrong," I manage to get out as I feel myself begin to cry harder. The more I speak out loud, the more upset I get. Jack looks up to the second floor and listens, then says out loud, "Dexter, drop in; AJ's room: Alice, is everything okay?"
A robotic voice from the speaker in the ceiling says, "He's fine. Find Beau and Colt; they are probably really upset."
Jack works us over to the couch, where he sits down and responds, "Dexter, drop in; AJ's room: I've got them. We're okay here too."
We cuddle with Jack for a while, and Colt sits up and looks upstairs. Jack wipes Colt's face with his shirt, and I wipe my eyes on my arms, asking in between sniffles, "Will AJ be okay?"
Jack gives Colt a little flick under his chin and answers, "Chins up boys. AJ will be fine. He's real sick and takes medicine to keep him giggly and bouncing about, but something is wrong with it and he'll get it fixed tomorrow. I bet he just overworked himself and needs a long nap. So, dry those tears. We were going to tell you, but we thought we had more time. I tell you what, would you like to come with us to the hospital tomorrow to get his medicine fixed?"
Colt and I just nod our heads, and Jack pulls us into a nice, warm hug that makes me feel like everything is going to be okay.
We lay in Jack's lap until Alice rejoins us downstairs. I pop up from my comfortable lying place to ask, "Is AJ okay? Can I go see him?"
Alice smiles at me and answers, "Let's let him sleep. We'll wake him up for dinner. Will you boys help me with it?"
Alice gave Jack a plastic bowl full of potatoes and three peelers. Peelers look like knives but aren't. Jack gave me and Colt a small `how to' and we peeled till our hands hurt. Colt is covered in potato skins up to his elbows and even on his face. We have a good time, and when we're done, Jack cleans us up. Sure, I can wash my hands, but having Jack's hands wash mine is strangely relaxing.
Coming out of the bathroom, Jack picks up Colt, causing him to giggle hysterically, and they take the BBQ ribs outside to the patio to grill. I stand at the window and watch my little brother play catch with Jack. I can faintly hear him through the patio door laughing and yelling, experiencing pure joy with a man. Not hiding, hurting, or avoiding the man which is what we're used to. I'm not sure how long I stand there, but I soon hear Alice ask, "Beau, are you okay?"
I turn and wipe a loose tear that is falling down my cheek. I smile and say softly, "It's just nice to see him happy, you know?"
Alice picks me up and grunts, "Oh man, you're way heavier than AJ." She's exaggerating, but I giggle anyway. She sets me on one of the bar stools and sits on one on the other side. She takes a drink of her iced tea and stares at me with a smile. "Colt's happiness is very important to you, isn't it?"
It's an odd question, but one with an easy answer. "Yes, I've done... stuff that he can never know about, so he can be safe."
"How long has it been since he spoke?"
I kind of take offense, like I didn't raise him right or something. "He speaks!" I snap at her. Her eyebrows lift, and she stares at me as if I should think about what I said. But it's not what I said that bothers her; it's how I said it. I lower my gaze at the bar and see the notches that go down each side. My finger begins moving from notch to notch as I whisper, "Sorry." She nods her head and takes another drink. "I mean, he talks to me. I've even heard him talk to Jack, but before I met you guys, it was just safer for Colt if he could be invisible. That way, when I did-," I can feel my face blushing and my fingers sliding from notch to notch. "...stuff, the cowboys would ignore Colt."
She reaches across the bar and takes one of my hands, and my eyes look up into her striking blue ones and say, "Until that night with Mr. Dallas, right."
I pull my hand from hers, and my heart begins to beat like crazy. How does she know? Pop must have told her! Why? I can't breathe! Before I can react, she is next to me and embraces me in a mother hug. A hug that leaches stress and panic and replaces it with security and love. Love... I almost forgot what this feels like. My tears fall uncontrollably, and I am sobbing so hard I can't talk and choke on every breath.
"It's okay, Beau, let it out. You're safe here. Shhhh, let it out. Son, I know you don't want to talk about that night, but I want you to talk to a doctor friend of mine. Randy told us you refused to see a therapist back in Grizzly Valley. She not only helps AJ deal with his rape, but she also advises me on how to help him deal with it on a daily basis. She pulls at my strong arms and bends down to look me in the eyes. She thinks about her words and then wipes the tears from my face, saying, "Beau, you are very brave and strong, but it's not healthy to not talk about it and understand why you did what you did. Dr. Ford can help you, and I'd like to talk to you each day, just you and me in my office. You will be able to tell me anything, and it will never leave that room, okay?" I weakly nod my head, and she resumes our hug.
"I'm b...br...broken. I don't under...s... stand what I am, any...more."
"Honey, you're not broken. You're a brave boy who isn't afraid of making sacrifices for those he loves. Your heart is wounded, Beau, that's why we talk to the doctor."
She gently rocks me until she no longer hears my sobbing and then lets me go. She heads back into the kitchen. I stare at the bar and begin playing with the notches again, asking softly, "So, you aren't mad I did what I did? You guys don't hate me?" The thought of losing the best family I've ever met ignites panic, and the tears begin flowing again as I beg, "Please, please, keep Colt! He deserves a nice family. Please keep him happy! I'll leave-"
"Beau, stop," Alice says as she returns and places a glass of juice in front of me. "We love you both and would never get rid of you, understand? You are not broken, and you aren't going anywhere." She leans down to make eye contact again, saying, "You deserve to be happy just like Colt does, and someday, soon, you'll be past feeling like this. Come here," and she takes me into her arms again.
Eventually, we return to making dinner. We make biscuits, mashed potatoes, and green beans, and we put a cake in the oven for dessert. Alice wipes her hands on a towel and then flips it over one of her shoulders. "Honey, please go wake up AJ, so he can get around and get washed up for dinner."
"Yes, ma'am," I respond, and I head upstairs, being careful not to run. I can hear his breathing as I get into AJ's room. The setting sun lights up the room, and I can look around a little more. There is this handrail on the wall, and as I walk, I drag my hand down it, letting my fingers bounce on all the rails. Slowly, I come around the corner and see him lying on his stomach with a very thin white sheet lazily pulled up to his neck. I work myself over to his side of the bed and kneel down next to him.
His breathing is rhythmic, and I carefully reach for his shoulder to wake him. My eyes travel slowly down his back. The sheet is almost see-through on his body, and I can see some kind of square box on his lower back. Curiosity wins out, and I slowly pull the sheet back, oh so carefully, till his complete back is revealed. I can feel my breathing hasten, and it scares me a little as the sheet drops from my fingers. The white box is odd-looking and looks high-tech, with a window, some liquid moving inside, and a few different colored lights. I bite my lower lip as my eyes slip farther down, and I see what might have enticed me to pull the sheet back in the first place. His butt crack is there, barely hiding under that invisible sheet. I quickly check to see if he's still asleep, and he hasn't moved. Reaching for the sheet again, I slowly take the sheet and pull it down his body, showing me everything I want to see. I want to see it. Why am I so hard? I begin to rub my cock in my shorts, fighting the moan that wants to escape. I don't think straight boys want to see another boy like this, but I can't stop myself. His tanned body is practically glowing from the sunset. AJ is so small, skinny, and beautiful. He doesn't look like any nine-year-old that I've ever seen in the showers at school. He looks more like Colt when I give him a bath. His flawless ass is on display with his two balls, roughly the same size as mine, lazily laying on the bed beneath his soft taint. I gently placed my hand on his ass and grip it. It's so firm and soft.
"Mhmmmm," moans AJ, and I freeze, listening to his breathing. I close my eyes and question what I'm doing. It's so wrong! I'm not supposed to feel like this, and then my finger slips in his crease, and I gently give it some pressure, so it slides all the way to his butthole. AJ moans a really long and erotic sound. I swipe my finger across his hole, and his hips twitch in response. I watch as his little balls move around and his hips grind his hidden cock into the bed. I've never sucked a boy off, but it's all I can think about right now as my tongue licks my lips.
"Your, um, finger is in my butt," AJ murmurs as he moans once more. "It feels really good," he adds, turning his head to look at me. I pull it out and jump up to my feet.
AJ sits up and sits cross-legged with the corner of the sheet covering his very hard and... and... "Jesus, your dick is way bigger than mine!" I say this unexpectedly out loud, feeling a little underdeveloped. The tenting sheet barely covers his hardened member.
AJ blushes and strokes it a couple of times. "Do you think so?"
As I begin to walk around the bed to return downstairs, I say, "Wait, I shouldn't ask! I shouldn't care! I shouldn't have done that; I'm sorry!"
"Stop, what's wrong?" AJ asks in protest.
I stop and whisper, "I was always told being straight is good and being gay is bad, but since I met you..." I turn my head to steal another peek at his at least four-inch cock, which is standing harder than anything I've ever seen. "...and now I have these feelings. How did you know you were gay?"
AJ thinks about it and then motions me back to the bed. I crawl onto the bed and sit cross-legged in front of him. I lay my hand across my hard three-incher and AJ sits and smiles at me before saying, "Do you trust me?"
"Huh, I guess so."
AJ scoots over to me as close as he can get without sitting on my lap. "If I help you with this, you have to promise not to hate me or freak out, okay?" I nod and can feel his breath on my face. I close my eyes, enjoying the closeness, and suddenly, without warning, a warm, wet sensation encircles my lips. I open my eyes and see AJ locking lips with me. My body goes weak, and I can feel his arms wrapping around me. Cradling my head, his lips begin to move, and I can feel his tongue slide back and forth across my lips. His motion relaxes my nervousness, and my lips part. His tongue glides in my mouth, and I realize I want more. I reach for his cock, and the sensation propels him forward. His grip tightens, and our tongues wrap around each other as I stroke his glorious, rigid cock and his loose, soft balls.
"Mhmmm," AJ moans, and I feel his body jerk. He holds on to me firmly while I give him a much-needed orgasm.
"So, AJ is awake, I see," one of the twins says behind me, making me jump and pull away from AJ. He's leaning against the wall, smirking as he watches us.
"How long were you watching?" I instinctively blurt out.
"Zeke! You have to knock when you enter my room!"
"I didn't think you were teaching a clinic on kissing. Damn, Zack taught you well," Zeke says, chuckling. "I'm getting hard over here."
A pillow flies over my head, and Zeke bats it out of the air. "Get out!" AJ shouts, and Zeke makes kissing sounds as he leaves. He yells back to us that we're eating soon and to hurry up and finish.
I'm mortified and want to leave, but AJ hurries to grab my arm before I leave the room. I can't look at him, but I stop to listen to what he has to say. "I'm sorry, my brother is an asshole, and I know you're embarrassed, but ask yourself this: Did you enjoy the kiss? Why did you stroke me? Answer that, and you'll know if you're gay. Being gay isn't good or bad. The twins and I don't act differently from any of our other friends. You're still Beau; it doesn't change you. It frees you. It took me a while to accept that I am this way and that there is nothing wrong with that," AJ says, letting go of my hand. "I better get dressed. Mom doesn't like me at the dinner table naked."
I stand there, not moving, just thinking. Thinking about seeing his body practically glow, feeling his butt, and rubbing his hole. That kiss--what was with that kiss? It made me feel...
Coming down the stairs, I hear AJ close the bathroom door behind me. One of the twins--hell, I can't tell them apart yet--says hey and pats my back as he walks past, heading to the bathroom upstairs. I see him react when he sees me blush and avoid eye contact. I just turn ninety degrees, head to the living room couch, and sit down.
Memories of the kiss I wasn't expecting distract my mind, and I don't see Colt jump and land on my lap. "Oomph, hey buddy. Did you have fun outside?"
"Jack payd catch wif me and I catch the ball lots!" He says it excitedly. I tickle him, and he giggles until Alice tells us to clean up for dinner.
Before I get up, I stand him up and tell him as seriously as I can, "Colt, this is a good family with nice people. You can talk to them."
He looks past me and at the others in the room, then asks, "I'm awowed to talk to tem?"
"Yes, Colt, they're our family now."
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