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I appreciate all the emails, suggestions, offers, and support that I get and for those who haven't emailed yet and are waiting or don't feel comfortable or safe emailing let me, let me express my gratitude for reading my story and tell you a little bit about my story. I've been reading nifty for many years about two months ago I just decided to start emailing people and let them know how much I appreciate their stories. I got replies almost instantly. The responses were supportive, encouraging, and some even held spoilers. I struck up a friendship with Andrew and it grew with my confidence and now Andrew is my most trusted editor. I cannot do this without him. Other authors like Lucas and Eric Murphy offer advice and support with my stories and it means the world to me. So, take a leap email an author and tell them how you feel, did you like the story did you not like it, all opinions matter to the author. Do you have suggestions on where you think the story could go, all suggestions interest the author. So take that leap and email your favorite author, you can change his day for the better, and might even influence or change the story. Thank you to all those that were supportive to me and I can't wait to show you the rest of... Counting.
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Friends, the beginning of the crossover with Andrew's Trust, Counting, and Transitions: New Adventures (TNA), has begun. The Chapters in order are:
Andrew Trust Chptr 12 - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/andrews-trust/
Transitions: New Adventures Chapter 5 - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/transitions-new-adventures/
Counting Chapter 37
Andrew's Trust Chapter 13
Counting Chapter 38
Etc.
For three weeks (maybe four) we invite you to come and enjoy Grizzly Valley Days with the rest of your favorite characters! Starting with the Lincoln Thomas Foundation Fundraiser, Junior Rodeo, the County Fair, and then Adult Rodeo and Concert big ending. Reach out and email me or Andrew Thomas and let us know what you think of the crossover so far.
Crickets' sounds mix with the sounds of a hundred or so campfires and families celebrating a successful rodeo where no one got hurt. We're no different; our fire is so high and hot that it will incinerate any marshmallow that dares come near it. Pop has a few friends here who want to see Dad again, including Mark Thomas. He is the man who helped Beau and Colt. He also helped Dad and his twin brother a long time ago. He seems like a really nice man, and I wonder if he's related to Mr. Andrew and Mr. Ethan. The other families brought a few kids, so we are all playing tag, hide and seek, and water gun wars.
Our parents sit over by the campfire and at the tables, drinking drinks we're not allowed to have, laughing at jokes that just aren't funny, and having conversation that doesn't interest us kids. Stuff like: How great it is to live here. How nice it would be for Dad to live here next to Pop and Grandma again. The town is still very new, so there is a lot of land that is for sale.
Every time we run over to the table that grandma set up for my first and second place trophies, Beau's silver medal for second place in the Calf Riding, Colt's Mutton Buster metal, and all our rodeo buckles we earned for how we placed, I look over the table and smile, knowing I did something the doctors said I wouldn't be able to do. It always feels good to beat the odds.
The twins are in and out of Pop's fire pit area, hanging out with some teenagers that they met around the campground. It's mostly boys in the rodeo, but there are a few from Grizzly Valley as well. They grab a hot dog or a soda and check-in with mom or dad, then are off to probably smoke, drink, bare-knuckle fight, cuss, or have sex. I don't know what teenagers do.
It's past midnight, and honestly, I'm exhausted, along with the other kids. We lost Colt to Neverland a few hours ago. Grandma bought Colt a Peter Pan sword and hat, so he's been `flying' around yelling, "Let's get'em, Tink!" all night. Well, up until about ten o'clock, when he fell asleep leaning against the fence rail with his Peter Pan hat pulled over his face. We told Dad, and he retrieved Colt. He's been sleeping on Dad's shoulder ever since. Me, on the other hand, made it to midnight, but I'm running out of gas, so I find a comfortable seat next to mom and lay my head in her lap.
Beau's pleading for mercy and Colt's giggles wakes me up. Prying open my blurry eyes, I reach for my glasses and hearing aid. With a yawn and a ball scratch, I look around the room and realize we're not on the trailer. Beau and Colt are wrestling with Zack and Zeke on the floor. Everyone in the room is naked, and suddenly I realize... I'm naked too! A smile opens wide as I spring from the bed, and Zeke catches me in midair, body slamming me back on the bed. "One, two, thr..."
He never finishes the count thanks to Colt jumping on his back. "Leaf A-yay alone, Zeke!" He yells, and Zeke slips a hand down between Colt's legs, grabbing his skinny, bony butt and heaves him on the bed with me. Beau jumps on the bed with us and jumps up and down next to me. My eyes directly go to his dick moving as he jumps, and I smile, enjoying the show.
"You look good," I tell him, peeling my eyes off his perfectly shaped penis and the softest-looking balls I've ever seen to look around the room and ask, "Where are we?" The room is big and has four beds in it. Each bed's covers are a different color, and there are four colored dressers that match the covers. That's it. There are no toys, sports stuff, posters, pictures, or really anything.
"This is ouw old woom A-yay. Isn't it cool?" says Colt while he jumps on the blue bed. Zack, sitting on the blue bed, sweeps Colt's legs, and he falls on the bed on his back. Zack tickles him without mercy, making Colt laugh and cry out for help.
I stand up on the bed and, with a couple of bounces to watch my hard willy flop around, I leap over to the blue bed and tackle Zack. When he is released, Colt recovers quickly and jumps on Zack.
"How did we get in here, and why are we all naked?" I ask Zack as I unsuccessfully try to hold him down while Colt pays him back with a tickle assault of his own. I am aware that the twins are taking it easy on us; in fact, they are barely fighting back. I think Beau has pinned Zeke for a three-count at least ten times since I woke up. They are in the middle of the room, and it looks a little rougher than when Zack is with us. I think Zeke is teaching him some real wrestling. Zeke has wrestled in school for years, but I think I prefer watching him wrestle naked. Things jiggle and swing around, hehee.
"We brought you up here last night," Zack says between laughs, "and you three were so out of it and dirty."
"Yeah," says Zeke, picking up right where his brother left off. "Grandma had us strip you three down so she could wash all of our clothes together."
Suddenly, Colt hops off the bed, holding his penis tightly, and heads towards the door. Before the twins could get up and stop him, he flung it open and ran out into the hall. "Hey, you can't go running..." yells Zack.
Zeke stands up, halting the current lesson, saying, "...around the house naked, come back!"
"I've got to pee too," says Beau, and he squeezes past Zeke with me quickly behind him.
I just follow the two boys in front of me and hope that the bathroom is where they are going. To my surprise, they head downstairs, through the living area, down a little hall, past a bigger bedroom that is decorated with blankets and lots of pillows, and through the back door on a little deck. Colt just lets go of his very little willy and spreads his legs a little as the pee bursts out of his little pee-hole. He puts his hands behind his head and wiggles his hips, making his pee stream a squiggly line in the air. Beau is right next to him and pees the same way as Colt, but less theatrically. He scratches his right buttcheek, causing his stream to shake wildly. I can faintly make out the rosy outline of Zeke's handprint, which he must have gotten during wrestling. I take up position next to Colt and pee, but I hold my dick so I can aim it. The view out the back door must be great. Three boys, legs spread wide, plump white butt cheeks in the sunlight, and peeing.
"Let it go; it feels weal good, A-yay," Colt says, pulling at my hand. At the risk of peeing on him, I take my hands off, and my dick kind of flops down and pees almost at my feet. "You hafe to stand with youw legs spwead wide so you don't pee on`em," Colts says with a giggle. I correct my footing, but it only helps a little.
"Sorry, Colt, I think my willy is too big to pee without holding it. It's not stiff like yours," I tell him, and I watch him shake the extra drops free from his tip then run in the house, leaving me and Beau standing outside.
"I like seeing you naked," I tell him as I shake off the last few drops of my own. "I wish you would be naked with me in the mornings back home."
"Maybe I will," he says with a cheeky smile and a little color in his cheeks, both sets. "The twins don't seem to care that my dick is so much smaller than you guys. They haven't reached for it or smacked it like the bullies used to do in the shower when I went to school here."
"I told you it's not small. It's exactly the size it's supposed to be and the size I love."
I turn, and he takes the back of my head with his right hand and the small of my back with his left, pulling me into the softest good morning kiss. He's giving this kiss his all, and I'm quickly his to do with as he pleases. My eyes close as I get lost in the feelings he's sharing with me. Our tongues tease each other with tender touches, and then one long slide down the middle as we pull apart. I keep my eyes closed as I just let the feelings wash over me, and when I can speak again, I whisper, "What was that for?"
But when no answer is given and the euphoria wears off completely, I slowly open my eyes to find that I'm standing outside by myself with the hot California breeze blowing between my legs, tickling my very erect dick.
The kiss is long and tender, and soon after I take his body in my arms, I can feel his weight shift to my arms, as he melts into me. It helps that AJ is so much smaller than me that I'm allowed to support his body with little effort. His skin is so soft, and his body is lean. I can feel the muscles he's built from going to the rodeo under his skin and wonder what he'd look like if he worked out more. Before I knew how into the kiss I was, I realize I'm crying. I'm so happy. I'm so damn emotional sometimes; I hate it. I can't let him see me crying, so I let him down and make sure he is supporting his own weight, then quietly head back upstairs.
I wipe my tears away and slap my cheeks a few times to get myself back in the game. When I enter the bedroom, I see that Colt is standing on the bed wearing a tee-shirt, and Zack is sliding a pair of underwear on him as he holds onto Zack's shoulders. "Look, Beau, ouw clothes awe all kean!" Six months ago, I'd never let one of these older boys dress my naked brother, or even see him naked, for that matter. But you know, I believe with every fiber in my body that I have nothing to fear from them. They didn't even get hard when we wrestled; us younger guys were all sporting heavy wood. No one copped a feel on me or Colt, that I could see. I smile, happy about our place in this family, as I head over to the red bed where the pile of clothes is.
"Here, I think these are yours," Zeke says, tossing me a pair of underwear. "What are you and AJ doing, huh?" He teases and nods in the direction of my still-hard dick from the porch kiss.
"What? Nothing," I answer, and he punches my shoulder gently, knocking me off balance and making me almost fall over. Well, that was gentle for Zeke. I quickly verify that they are indeed my underpants and then slip them on as AJ walks in the room. Our eyes meet, and the commotion in the room fades as his emeralds hypnotize me. He smiles and walks over to the bed with the clothes.
"Here, kiddo," says Zack as he tosses a pair of underwear over to AJ. "Sorry, we thought these were Colts at first, but mom wrote yours and Colts names in them so you can keep them straight." He let go of the band on Colt's shorts, snapping it on his butt, saying, "Okay, little bear, you're all set. You're not bare anymore. Head down to breakfast; we're right behind you." Colt hops off the bed, grabs Gomer by the arm, and runs off, dragging that poor bear behind him.
Zeke tosses Zack a pair of underwear, and he checks the band to see if his name is written on them. He sees me watching him and says with a chuckle, "I think you're the only one of us that doesn't need his name written on his underwear."
"Yeah, you're lucky; it's crazy embarrassing when our friends see it in gym class," adds Zeke as he tosses me a pair of shorts and a tee shirt.
I put the shorts on, and Zack takes my t-shirt and gives me another one from the pile. "That's my shirt, you idiot. This one is his," he says, taking another shirt from the pile. AJ and I laugh at the two bantering back and forth.
"Sorrrr-ry, I didn't know," Zeke says sarcastically walking by me, and he messes up my bedhead a little as he passes.
Zack and I finish dressing and before he can leave, I stop him asking, "Zack, can I ask you something personal?"
Zack looks at the seriousness in my face and pats AJ's butt, pushing him towards the door. He tells him we'll be down in a few minutes and closes the door. He comes over to the bed I'm on and picks me up, setting me on it. "Beau, I will always be here for you, just like Zeke. You may ask me whatever you like, whenever you like."
"Do you think I'm gay?"
His look is one of stern concentration, and then he says, looking into my eyes, "That doesn't matter. You're asking the wrong question. It doesn't matter what I think, or anyone else's, for that matter. You want some great advice my dad gave me? Don't label yourself." He lets me think about it for a minute, then continues, "You're Beau. You're our brother, just like AJ and Colt. You're Alice and Jack Colter's son, and those are the labels that matters. Unnecessary labels limit us. They hold us back from being ourselves. Do you understand?"
What he said does make sense, and I smile and nod my head. "Would you be mad at me if I and AJ became boyfriends? Not that we are right now or anything, but, like... if I decide to like ask or something?"
He hugs me, and I return his hug. It feels warm and secure, and it smells like clean clothes. Then he holds me at arm's length, asking, "Does he make you happy, Beau? Is it hard to breathe when he looks at you? Do those emerald eyes captivate you, making the world slow down?"
Without even needing to think about it, I answer, "Yes, every time."
"They do it to me too," he says, and then his face looks like it slips into a memory. Once he comes out of it, he gives me a sly smile and continues, "AJ is so special; I knew it the first time I saw him." He sits on the bed next to me. "He just looked so innocent and frail in the back seat of that suburban. He needed someone on his side. He needed protection. To be honest, I fell in love with AJ for the wrong reasons. I think I treated him more like a pet, or like a son, than a lover. I wanted him safe and to take care of him since day one. I thought that was what love was; I was wrong, and I ended up doing what I told him I'd never do: I hurt him." His face looks dark and cold for some reason, like he's made a huge mistake and will never be able to make up for it.
When he realizes that I'm still sitting here, he looks at me and smiles, saying, "If you love him for how he makes you feel and you can see it in his eyes that he feels the same way, then by all means ask him. You don't need my blessing or approval."
We hug again, and this time, I think there is something else in this hug. Something like the passing of the torch. Like approval, he's telling me he's supporting me with whatever I decide to do with my relationship with AJ. He's telling me whatever I decide to do, it will be okay.
Zeke and I push each other back and forth all the way down the stairs. Once we get to the bottom, I latch onto Zeke's leg. I laugh out loud as he tries to walk to the breakfast table with me on it. "Zeke, what do you think Beau and Zack are talking about? Can't you, like, eavesdrop on them using the twin thing and tell me?" I ask with a curious look.
"If that conversation was for our ears, little cowboy, then we'd be in that room," he responds, bending over to pick me up and hug me. "Don't you let it worry you. If Beau wants you to know, he'll tell you. I've seen how he looks at you. What you two have is special; don't rush it. Just enjoy it, okay?"
To be honest, I'm still a little shocked when he says things that even I would consider wise. It's like Zack is talking through him. The kitchen is hopping with commotion, and it quickly grabs my attention. Zeke places me on the floor and smacks my butt, causing me to shuffle to the kitchen while holding my it with both hands. Mom and Grandma are talking and cooking up a storm. Many smells assault my nose, eggs, biscuits, pancakes, bacon, and is that steak? I skip to the bar and climb on one of the stools. Everything looks so good, I'm practically drooling, and just as the temptation is too great not to take a bite of something, dad comes up behind me, picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder.
"We eat at the table, Mr. Championship Rodeo Cowboy," he says, repeatedly swatting my butt.
"Dad! Stop!" I laugh and kick my legs. Mom walks by with a plate of bacon and puts a piece in my mouth before putting it on the table.
"Sit here, Mr. Champion," Dad says as he swings me around and slides me into a chair with a booster seat. "Your Grandma dug these old booster seats from the storage shed for you and Colt." He scoots my chair up to the table, and my eyes jump around the table, counting how many forks and spoons there are on the it. Zeke sits across from me and goes for a biscuit, but Mom slaps his hand, telling him to wait. There is another seat next to me with a booster seat; I'm guessing it's for Colt. That leaves the chair next to me for Beau. Dad sits next to Zeke, and Pop sits at the head of the table. Zack hurries down the stairs with Beau on his heels.
"Have you signed up for the Bronco Riding category?" Asks Pop.
"Yeah, Pop," answers Dad, "that and Bull Riding."
"No roping this year, dear?" Asks Grandma as she puts a pitcher of milk down on the table.
"Nah, mom, I left my rope at home, by mistake. It's okay; after the Bull Riding, I'm not going to be in any shape to rope."
She kisses him on the cheek and says, "Be careful, dear, you're not a young man anymore."
"I'll be fine, mom; I won't do as well as Beau did, I rec'in," Dad says, and Beau's smile is beaming when he takes his seat. He says his good mornings to everyone. Pop messes up his hair, and Beau quickly fixes it as best he can. He looks at me with those eyes, a little embarrassed from all the attention I'm betting on, then leans towards me, giving me a hug.
"Is everything okay?" I ask a little worried. I was hurried out of the room by Zack, so I have no idea what they talked about. Worried or not, I'm not going to fight a hug from Beau. I'll take any affection from him, for sure.
"Yeah, I think I am," he says with a look around the room. He lowers his voice, saying, "Hey, I have something I need to ask you..."
Colt slams the sliding doors, grabbing all of our attention as he comes in from outside with just the front of his shirt tucked into his shorts, giving us all a clue what he was doing out there. He skips through the kitchen and goes to pull his chair out, and Mom reminds him to wash his hands after he pees, to Colt's dismay. He hurries to the bathroom, and I hear him pull the stool out from behind the linen cabinet. Soon enough, he returns, wiping his soaking wet hands on his shorts. He climbs up on his booster seat while I hold his chair steady. He leans over and gives me a quick hug, then reaches for his glass, and Zack pushes his chair up to the table. Zack carefully takes Colt's glass and pours him some orange juice. He gives it to him and tells him to be careful and not spill it.
"Zack, may I have some, please?" I ask, handing him my glass.
"Ooo, me too, please," chimes in Beau. Zack pours our juice and then takes his seat.
Colt knocks his fork off onto the floor, and it clings, alerting everyone. I hop down and pick it up, then wipe it off with my shirt. When I try to put it back on the table, Grandma says, "No, dear, that fork is dirty. Let's get him a clean one."
"But there is only one in the drawer. Do you want to use the last one? I wiped it off; I'm sure it's okay," I say, putting it on the table.
Grandma and Pop exchange looks, and then she asks, "How do you know there's only one left?"
The twins begin to snicker, and I suddenly think I said something wrong. I look to mom and dad, and he nods and says, "Go ahead, AJ, tell them how you know."
"Well," I begin as I fidget with my napkin, "there are nine forks on the table and two dirty ones in the sink, and most silverware is sold with six of each type of utensil. There are ten chairs at your dining table, so to get enough seating with forks, spoons, and knives, you'd have to buy two sets of silverware, making twelve. Nine at the table, two in the sink, and that leaves one in the drawer."
"That's incredible," says Pop with a shocked look on his face.
"Yeah, by now he's probably counted and memorized everything in every room he's been in," says Zack, and he sounds proud of me.
"Aren't you a funny little boy?" says Grandma as she heads into the kitchen. I know she is looking in the drawer, but I don't care. I would have checked my math too.
After some whispering from Mom and Grandma in the kitchen, they bring the last couple plates full of food and sit down. The twins laugh over the whole display, and I'm not sure why; I don't see anything funny about it. It's all so embarrassing. Pop stands up, quiets us all down, and says how happy he and Grandma are to have the whole family together. He then bows his head and says grace, and then we all dig in.
"So, Beau, what do you think about Calf Riding in front of a crowd?" Asks Dad before he takes a sip of his hot coffee.
"It was awesome! It was like eating a lot of candy and then dancing to heavy metal music!"
Everyone laughs, and Zeke says with his mouth full, "That's exactly how it feels..."
"... I think he's hooked," laughs Zack.
This is nice, having such a big family, and I take a minute or two to sit back and just watch and listen to everyone. Everyone is passing food, talking and laughing, telling old stories, and just plainly enjoying themselves. I've always wanted this. I know, I had a family before all of this happened, but it never felt like it. I always felt alone, and it was just me and mom. This... this is right out of one of those Happily Ever After books. A single tear breaks free, gently trailing down my cheek as I marvel at the wonderful sight of my large family.
Zack gets my attention from across the table by asking, "Hey, kiddo, are you okay?" My eyes fix on him, then I take Beau's hand, earning me a look at those steel eyes that I love.
Looking back to Zack, I simply smile saying, "Yeah, I finally think I am."
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