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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.
"Beau?"
"..."
"Beau, can I ask you a few questions while you draw?"
"..."
My crayon scratches the paper as I draw my family before... before... he happened. I don't want to talk about it, so when she asked me if I would draw her some pictures, I said sure, but now she wants to ask me questions. "...I guess. It doesn't mean I'll answer them," I mumble to her as I pick another crayon.
"That's okay, your friend AJ wouldn't talk to me at all for about a week before he felt comfortable. You've already said eight words to me, so, so far, so good," she says sarcastically as she writes something in her notepad. "By the way, I really like your nails," she adds as her pencil moves quickly across the page. For some reason, I look at my purple and red fingernails and feel like I forgot they were painted. I catch myself smiling, and then the weight of why I'm here crushes me, so I go back to my drawing.
Dr. Ford smiles at me, puts her notepad down on the table, and looks at what I'm drawing. The first drawing she asked me to draw for her is of my family before everything went wrong. My strokes are smooth and careful as I draw my brother. Blues, reds, and yellows mix together to make up my brother's hidden innocents.
"You and your little brother have been with the Dockers for a few days now; can you tell me how today started? It's an easy exercise. Just tell me what you did when your eyes opened and walk me through your morning."
A mischievous smile breaks my moody attitude as I remember how my day started. "Are you sure you want to know? I mean, you might not want to hear it," I tell her as I work feverishly on my picture. She reminds me of what she said: that I can tell her anything and she can never tell anyone else. So, I continue, "Okay, you asked for it..."
1:28 am
Early That Morning
AJ's eyes flicker open and close a few times. I hold my legs together and pinch my dick closed so I don't pee my new underwear. "AJ, please wake up. I need to pee, and walking around your house at night alone is creepy."
His eyes open a little, and AJ sees me hand him his glasses. He sluggishly puts them on and sits up. "Beau, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" He asks as he rubs his eye and yawns.
I point to my dick and me holding it. He gets my meaning, and we work our way over to the nightstand. AJ hooks his hearing aid in his ear and grabs his iPhone, turning on the flashlight. After a brief moment of him counting the balusters again, we head down the stairs. "You've got to get comfortable walking to the bathroom by yourself. Doing these late-night pee breaks is killing me," he whispers, then yawns.
"I'm sorry, AJ, I just don't like the dark; don't make fun of me."
We tiptoe down the hall, and suddenly AJ stops almost at Zeke's door. He holds up his hand, and I freeze. I franticly look around and search for what startled him. "What is it? I don't see anything."
"Shh, listen," he whispers, and then he messes with his hearing aid. I can see he is connecting it to his phone. He giggles and points toward Zeke's door. I hold my breath and focus on my hearing. There is heavy breathing and moaning coming from the bedroom. I giggle, and we both kneel down next to the door. Now, I can hear them really well.
Zeke and I lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. My thoughts are stopping me from sleeping, and being this close to Zeke, they are stopping him from sleeping also. It had to happen; one of us had to break and say, "Zack, fuck dude, you have to sleep somewhere else. Your thoughts are driving me nuts."
"Sorry, I don't have an empty head like you do. There is a lot on my mind. AJ, Beau, you, Parker, and Aidan, there is just too much to worry about."
"When was the last time you had sex? That's your problem; you've got blue balls."
"What? You're an idiot," I answer him, knowing that is probably the issue.
Zeke rolls up on his elbow and looks at me. I can feel it coming off him in waves of lust. My breath becomes shorter, and I begin to get tingles when we share feelings. "Stop it, Zeke, It's 1:30 in the morning."
"Yeah, that means everyone is asleep. Don't tell me you don't want to play. I can feel it. Your restlessness. Your wanting. Have you and Aidan done it yet?"
I roll on my side and sigh when I respond, "No, he's never had sex. He is just scared. We've got close, but he just can't relax and let himself enjoy it. He freaks out when my hand slips under his underwear band."
"That sucks, so only kissing, huh?" Zeke asks as he slowly works his way to my naked groin. My cock hardens, and as his lips tease my most sensitive area, I breathe in with short, quick breaths as the warm, wet feeling of the inside of Zeke's mouth fills me with not only my sensations but what he feels as well.
My warm, smooth cock slides in and out of his mouth. The need to get it deeper and deeper is stronger every time he bottoms out on my pubic hair. When he tastes my precum, it lights something in me that drives me to want more. He's more savage than I remember. His technique is different; it's better but scarier. He's more like controlled chaos. His lust washes over me, and I grip the sheets with everything I have. I want--no, I need--him.
He hikes up my butt, putting me at his mercy. My five-and-three-quarter-inch cock slips from his mouth and slaps against my belly. He hungers for me; it's the oddest feeling coming from him. In the past, he was always playful; it was like a game. Sex was just a way to get off, but now he seems to crave it. I can't separate our feelings, and it's making it hard for me to think.
Zeke plunges his tongue deep into my ass. Licking, lapping, biting, poking, and scratching at my little dark brown star to get it to open. My eyes roll back in my head, and all I can do is moan loudly. He stops momentarily to toss a pillow on my head and whispers, "Bite this, you'll wake up dad and mom."
Then he goes back to work, and biting the pillow is the only thing stopping me from waking everyone up. He comes up for air and says with bated breath, "Wow, you're so tight. I can tell you haven't had anything in your ass for months. You are so going to enjoy this." He holds my legs up, and I feel his dickhead rubbing on my hole. With every circle, his dickhead gets slicker and slicker, and the sensation begins to drive me crazy.
"Please..." I moan.
"Tell me you want it," he commands.
"Yess, do it. Do it now."
"Zack, tell me you want me to hurt you. Tell me you want me to satisfy you," Zeke lustfully whispers as he grabs my cock and squeezes it, making my back arch off the bed. The pain distracts from him thrusting his three fingers into my asshole and prying it open.
Zeke lays on me and kisses me passionately, then bites my bottom lip as he works his cock into my ass. A feeling that I can only describe as a `thickness' enters my first ring. "Oh wow, give me a moment, would'ja?"
"Nope, you're taking it all at once. I know you want it. I know you want to feel it tomorrow, so I'm going to make it last." His eyes close as he slides his cock deep deep inside me. I bite the pillow, as it's my only option at this point. His cock drags across my prostate, and my body acts in kind. He grabs my hips and leans over me so he can drive his dick harder and harder inside me.
I wail and moan as my body jerks and twitches with every impact on my boy button. Suddenly, without warning, he fucks me as hard and as fast as he can! Slapping sounds fill the room, and I have to come up for air and beg him, "Zeke, Zeke, please... more. Oh my God, Zeke!" His mouth curls into a disturbing smile, and then he drops my left leg. He holds my right leg up as high as he can, rolling me onto my side. Then begins pounding on my boy-hole till I'm not sure how to form understandable words. This feels totally different than before--more rigid and precise. He's aiming for my boy button and drilling it, causing me to almost spasm with pleasure.
"Zeke, I'm gonna... Zeke..." I mutter, trying to warn him that I am about to cum all over the sheets.
Zeke drops my leg and leans down close to me while continuing to slowly long-dick me. He grabs my cock and squeezes with all he's got, saying with authority, "You'll cum when I say you can!"
Oh my God, the pain is excruciating, but the feeling of both his cock sliding and dragging across that spot he knows so well and how he's feeling how tight I am with every warm, slippery bump and curve inside me totally make up for the pain.
Man, I need to cum, and I grip my head, trying to stop the scream I want to let out from needing to release, when I feel him spin me around with my ass up. He grips me so tightly that I think I'll have fingernail marks on my hips. He thrust his cock into me as I buried my scream into the pillow, then he pulls it all the way out and thrust it again. Over and over, I think I'm going to lose my mind as he and I cum at the same time. I coat the sheets with weeks of pent-up boy juice, and he fills me up. He shutters and whines as he pulls it halfway out, then, with all his weight, he pounds it back in, making me spew another five ropes all over my side of the bed. He holds still for a moment, then draws it out only to slam it back in me, shooting more and more cum in me till it squishes out and pours down my thighs.
He finally pulls his cock out of me, satisfied that he can't thrust anymore, and his cum just floods out of my gaping hole, covering my balls. He collapses next to me on the bed, out of breath and out of cum. With red cheeks and an out-of-breath smile, he wheezes, "That was amazing; I'm going to need a few minutes, and we can go again."
"How... where did you learn all that?" I ask as I remember how to form words, but I can't seem to find the energy to move my body as of yet.
"Parker..." he said as if the one word were enough of an explanation. "You should join us; you'd like it. He knows a lot about fucking." As I think of what those two must be doing every time we lose sight of them, there is a knock on the door. Shit.
"Jack..."
"...zzzzz..."
"Jack, get up," Alice whispers, rocking me.
"What? What's wrong?"
"The twins are at it," she says, rolling over on her pillow.
"They're fighting?" I ask while sitting up and trying to focus my hearing.
"No, they're having sex," she whispers, and as soon as she says it, I hear the moaning and the bed hitting the wall. Crap, I was worried they would fall back into their old habits. I crawl out of bed and put on some pajama bottoms.
Opening the door as quietly as I can, I see two little boys on their knees with their ears on Zeke's door. I can't help but sigh and ask, "What are you two doing?"
Both boys jump out of their skin and turn around to confront me. "Beau had to pee," AJ blurts out. His little four-inch boner sticking out from his body, and his partner in crime next to him with a hard little stiffy of his own hiding behind his tight white briefs, trying to look as innocent as possible.
"And you both stopped here to pee because you didn't think you could make it the two feet to the bathroom?" I ask, being silly.
"We were... distracted," Beau says as he subconsciously plays with his crotch.
I reach for AJ's phone and hit play. Crystal-clear sounds of the twins having sex playback, and AJ lowers his head, asking, "Am I in trouble?"
"It's one thirty in the morning, AJ; let's just pretend that you didn't stop, okay, that way I don't have to tell your mother this. Go pee," I answer him with a yawn, and I put his phone in my pocket. The boys don't hesitate and rush into the bathroom. Beau has his underwear down to his knees before he even gets to the bowl. He lets out a little boy's sigh of relief when the liquid hits the water. AJ's wandering eyes seem more interested in Beau's privates than peeing. I lean on the door frame and warn him, "Eyes up, AJ." The boy quickly lifts his eyes up, and Beau checks to see if AJ is watching and smiles. They finish, and on the way out, Beau wants to be picked up. So, I pick him up and squat down for AJ to jump on my back.
"Does it sound like that when me and Zack had sex?" AJ asks without shame.
"Zack and I," I drowsily correct him.
"You and Zack have sex?" asks a shocked Beau, and it takes a few seconds to register what I said.
"What? No, I mean, AJ should have said Zack and I,...oh, never mind," I answer exhaustedly. "Beau, you have nothing to worry about; I've never had sex with my boys."
I struggle to get up the stairs with as few boy giggles as possible. After tucking them in, I kiss their foreheads and say goodnight. I check on Colt as he sucks on his thumb. He's wrapped in his blanket as tight as one can be.
I finally head down to the twins' room and listen by the door. The moaning has stopped, and I can hear talking coming from inside. I knock on the door and hear Zack say, "Shit," and I take it as an invitation to enter. I open the door and walk in, closing it behind me. "Boys, what are you two doing? Why aren't you two asleep?"
"We were, um, just playing around," Zeke says as he covers his just over six-inch-long hard-on with the sheet.
"Well, you've woken up everyone in the house but Colt," I tell them and watch Zack sit up to hide his hard penis. I'm pretty sure I interrupted round two.
"We weren't that loud," Zack says, showing his embarrassment.
I hold out AJ's phone and hit play. Sounds of Zack begging Zeke to fuck him harder and to hurt him can be heard over Zeke's moaning and heavy breathing in the background. I turn it off and tell them, "No more sex at night in this room."
"You recorded us," Zeke says, a little hurt.
"No, I didn't," I respond without telling them it was AJ.
"You said this room," asks Zack, "does that mean we can sleep downstairs?" Something tells me sleeping is the last thing on their minds.
"That's fine, just don't wake anyone up," I say as I open the door, and two naked teenagers with extremely large hard-ons rush past me, heading downstairs.
Beau finishes his story, and I wonder how much of it is true. From talking with the twins and AJ, I know that they are all very sexually active, so most of it was probably true. But the smirk on his face tells me he's testing my reaction and that it's just a made-up story. So, I just let him tell his story. His hands work fervently on his drawing as he recounts his morning. Shortly after the story was over, he finishes the drawing and hands it to me.
There are five figures on the paper. Up front, in the middle of the paper, is a drawing of Colt. It looks professionally done, and I'm amazed by the skill this boy possesses. Behind him, Beau has drawn himself, but where Colt is drawn in blues, reds, and yellows, Beau's figure is colored in shades of grey. The details on Colt are impressive, whereas Beau's are less defined and almost muted. To Colt's left are two women. The far left one is what Beau perceives as an angel, drawn with yellows, creams, and whites. The face of the angel is left empty, almost as if he forgot to finish it. Holding the angel's hand is another lady, who is drawn in a light covering of black and gray. Her face is sad and hollow. On the right side of Colt is a tall, built man holding the dark lady's hand. He only has a body shape and is colored in a thick black coating. The paper buckles under the layers of black wax that were used to fill in this man's shape.
I look over the drawing at Beau, who is sitting nervously in his chair. He stares at his painted fingernails and is awaiting my comment about his drawing. "Your drawing is very well done, Beau. Thank you." I set it aside and ask him to draw the next picture on the list. He looks uncomfortable, as if he's waiting for me to ask the difficult questions, but I'll do that once he and I become good friends. Right now, I take a few notes on the picture and then give him all my attention.
The next picture on the list is `Happy, Draw What Makes You Happy.' Beau takes a smaller piece of paper and a pencil this time, but before the pencil hits the paper, he hesitates. His eyes shift back and forth, and his bottom lip quivers a bit. Ten minutes go by, and finally, he lays the pencil down on the table. "Beau, is there something wrong?" I ask. Drawing this picture normally messes up a child who has gone through what Beau has. They have trouble finding that one thing that truly makes them happy.
"I... don't know," Beau whispers as his tears gently trail down his cheeks. Then he says so quietly, it's almost inaudible, "...I don't remember ever being happy."
I can tell he's having a hard time with it, so I offer him a hug. He takes me up on my offer by rushing into my arms. "It's okay, Beau. I'm sure you can figure it out. Would you like my help?" He nods his head on my shoulder, and I pat his back. He lets go and sits in the chair next to me. I take a piece of paper and write the numbers one to ten on it. Then I list some general things like: sports, drawing, playing music, school, pets, games, rodeo, TV and movies, reading, and eating. "All right, Beau, I want you to write next to the line your level of happiness. From one to ten, with ten being the best, how happy does each of these make you? And when you are done, if you would like to add to the list, we can."
Beau works on the list of activities that I gave him for the rest of the hour. I decided not to rush him and let him take as much time as he needs. Soon the tone rings, letting me know that Alice is here to pick up Beau, and he bounces up with his list, heading for the door. I open the door, and Beau hugs Alice, AJ, and his little brother Colt.
"Beau, may I have your list?" I ask, and he hands it to me.
"I hope everything went well," Alice says. "Beau wasn't too much trouble, was he?"
"Oh no, we talked, and Beau drew me some pictures. He's quite the little artist."
"Really?" Alice asks and rubs Beau's head, messing up his hair. Beau takes the compliment as a kid his age normally does: he combs his fingers through his hair and buries his head behind Alice.
The boys giggle and play while Alice and I talk. AJ and Colt play a very short game of `Keep Away' with Beau's baseball cap, then they leave, giving me time to look at his list. All the lines have three to four numbers that are scratched out and replaced with a new number. In the end, there are only two lines with numbers: Drawing with a five and Games with a three.
Beau is sitting behind my mom and is playing some kind of hand game with Colt that they used to play all the time. Finally, we cross the property line, and thoughts of playing video games till dinner dominate my thoughts until I feel the SUV slow down. Craning my neck, I look out the front to see, and it looks like there is a car on the side of the street with a man under the hood, one looking at a map, and a guy with a baseball cap sitting in the back seat.
"I have a bad feeling about this. Dad, what's going on?" I ask him.
"Everyone sit back and stay in the truck. We're going to see if there is anything we can do to help," my mom answers.
Dad pulls the truck over to the side, and the guy looking under the hood waves Dad over to him. Dad puts the flashers on and stops the SUV. "Stay in your seats, don't even unbuckle. This won't take long; I'll check the car, and then we'll head home," Dad says as he steps outside. He walks up to the man under the hood and joins him in looking at the engine.
"Mom, I don't like this," I tell her as I wipe my clammy hands on my jeans.
"What's wong, I cawn't swee. Whewe is Jack?" Colt asks with nervousness in his voice.
Mom turns and shakes Colt's leg a little, saying, "It's okay, honey. Dad's almost done, and we'll be heading home." She turns back to watch the men when the one with the map picks it up and walks in front of our truck, holding the map like he's lost. I watch the one in the back seat, and he hasn't moved. Like, not an inch. I don't even see him breathing. The man with the map asks Mom through her window if she can come out and help him find where they are. She looks back at us, and I mouth `Please don't,' but she smiles and says, "Don't worry boys. We're almost done."
My mom gets out, and she and the man walk back to their car to look at the map. "AJ, are you okay?" Beau asks, looking a little nervous.
I look at him and tell him, "Something isn't right."
Then, looking back, I noticed right away that the man in the back seat was gone. "Where did the man in the back seat go?" I ask my new brothers. Before they could say anything, the driver's side door opens, and the man with the ball cap slid in. He drops the SUV into gear, floors it, makes a U-turn, and throws gravel all over the car and mom and dad. Beau and Colt begin screaming, and the man turns to yell at us, and I recognize him right away as the man with the New York Yankee's ball cap. I can tell Beau knows him from somewhere else, too. My blood begins to run cold, and my mind kicks into overdrive, thinking of as many ways as it can to get me out of this.
Dropping the SUV's gears into park, I give Alice a worried look. She returns that look and gives me a nod. "Stay in your seats, don't even unbuckle. This won't take long; I'll check the car, and then we'll head home." I tell the boys and get out, shutting my door behind me. Walking up to the car, I ask, "Car trouble? It's a bad place for it, especially at night."
The man looking at the engine says, "Yeah, there was some banging, and the engine just quit on me." I make my way under the hood, and the man has one hand deep into one side of the engine. "I'm checking the plugs on my side; can you check the ones on yours?" he adds. I work myself over on the other side of the car so I can see the SUV and work on the engine. Alice is getting out and helping the other man with the map.
"So, where were you all headed?" I ask, making small talk.
"The Interstate, but we got turned around and decided to go sightseeing."
"The Interstate--wow, are you guys lost. Well, you're on my ranch, private property, and have been for like fifteen minutes," I tell him as I check one of the sparkplug wires, then I continue, "If you keep going down this road, you will get really lost. There is nothing that way but wheat fields and my house."
Suddenly the SUV tears out of there, throwing gravel all over us. I rush out to stand in front of it when a gun goes off, and I freeze. Looking over to Alice, who looks as shocked as I am, I see that she has a gun on her as well. "Where are you taking my boys?" She shouts as the map lazily blows across the gravel road.
"Hey, don't worry about it! Your boy is safe for now. Now, get to fixing my engine. The contract wasn't for you two," orders the man with the gun near me.
I look over to Alice, and she is holding it together, but I can tell she's freaking out. "Don't hurt my fiancé; I'll do what you ask!" I tell him in a threatening tone.
"Good, now just reconnect the wires to the starter, and we'll be on our way," he says to me with a New York accent. I make my way to the engine and can now see what he did to it to make it look like it was broken down. I need to get the car working so I can take it and find the boys, but first I have to get rid of my gunmen. He's watching me pretty closely, but his attention is split between me and the other man. The other man has Alice sitting in the car while I work on reconnecting the starter.
"Could you hand me that wrench over there?" I ask, pointing to some random tool. The gunman looks at the wrench and then back at me with my hand deep into his engine. "Can you please?" I ask with a little strain in my voice. "It's not like I can let go of the bearing connectors," I said, making shit up, and as I thought, by the look on his face, he has no idea what's under this hood. He hands me the wrench, and I hook it on some random bolt. "Hey, can you hold his right here, so I can tighten this bearing?"
My gunman looks a little apprehensive but meekly reaches down the left side of the engine to help me hold the wrench. My eye shifted to the radiator cap next to his belly and then up to see if he was paying attention to me. When he has that gap in judgment and looks away, I reach for the cap, pop it, and roll off the car. The superheated liquid from the radiator explodes like a geyser into the gunman's body. He screams and quickly rolls off the car onto the ground. Steam from the hot liquid covers his body, and all he can do is roll around on the ground, howling in pain. I hurry up and work my way around the car to the trunk.
Looking around the corner, I see the man who has been keeping Alice in the car. He wants to go look but doesn't want to leave Alice unguarded. He calls out to his friend, and all he gets in response are his screams. Eventually, he gives up and turns from Alice to check, and then I make my move. It's quick, unexpected, and without mercy. My fist connects with his face, and it sends him collapsing onto the gravel road.
Alice rushes me, and I hug her tightly, telling her, "It's okay; it's over. Now, we just have to get our boys back."
The man I punched bolts from the ground and runs off towards the woods that separate our land from the Vaccanor's. I let him go, the boys are our only concern right now.
"Can you fix the car?" Alice asks and is already looking for solutions.
"No, unfortunately, I emptied the radiator. Cell service here will be too weak to make a call; we're in a dead zone. We're not far from the house. Once we're there, we can get the pickup, and Hoss can help me look for the boys."
"I'll call the police," she adds as she takes off her high-heeled shoes. We head towards the house at a good clip.
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