Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2022 01:00:00 -0800
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 39 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 39


Time was dragging. The winter break was coming with two weeks off, yet it
seemed like it would never arrive. School for the Barton boys was growing
stressful. The end of the semester for the high schoolers was coming up,
which stressed out the teens, and Charlie's workload was getting to be a
bit much for pre-teen. Their personal lives were also heading towards
chaos. There was a lot of tension between Ry and Amanda after the
yearbook fiasco. Billy and Justin hardly spoke, though Justin was over at
the house regularly. Charlie was still not happy with his father after
discovering that he'd been cheated out of visiting sessions with his
mother. To make matters worse, Jack got his cocky confidence back and had
started to make sniping remarks under her breath about Charlie and his
friends.


Charlie really wanted to punch Jack again, but he knew if he got into
another fight, he'd be grounded till he graduated high school. Instead,
the three friends kept to themselves, plotting ways to get their snobby
classmate back.


Thankfully, they'd managed to hangout on the weekends. Ry was more than
willing to continue their game, which was his excuse to avoid Amanda.
David got caught up on their adventures and was eager to take on the
demonic Hell Priest of Tennacia.


"I can't believe you guys killed the dragon without me," David pouted
for the fourth time. They were sitting at their table during lunch
discussing their plans for the weekend.


"I told you that it wasn't that exciting," Charlie lied. "Besides, the
priest will be a harder fight."


"Yeah," Joey said, quickly patting David's hand. "Charlie's right.
Once we take out his minions--provided we survive, of course--we'll
definitely need your help."


"But I really wanted to fight the dragon."


Joey rolled his eyes and Charlie shook his head. The chubby, ginger boy
said, "After we kill the priest, we'll find another dragon, alright?"


"Losers," Jack Trapper said, as he walked by. The smirk on his face
faded, as he fell forward, face-planting onto the hard, tiled floor. The
only thing breaking his fall was his full lunch tray.


"Oops," Joey said, looking down at Jack, while pulling his foot back
under the table.


The cafeteria erupted into a chorus of laughter. Jack was so enraged from
humiliation he was crying. He stood up and swung at Joey. Unfortunately
for Jack, Joey was already expecting that response and leaned back far
enough that Jack's first flew past Joey's face; however, Jack's fist
connected with David's face, as David had been sitting next to Joey and
across from Charlie.


David cried out in pain, and Charlie yelled, "You fucker," stood up,
and punched Jack in the face, sending the boy back to the floor,
clutching the side of his face.


"Charles Barton, Joseph Bell, Jonathan Trapper, David Williams," yelled
Principle Caldwell, "Go to the office now!"


Charlie looked at Joey, who also seemed to think that ignoring the order
and kicking the crap out of Jack was the better option. Charlie looked
over at David, who was crying despite his efforts to hide his face from
the leering onlookers. Charlie waited for his friends to walk ahead of
him for cover. He was determined to not let Caldwell get the upper hand
like last time.


The school head took Jack and David to see the school nurse, while he got
on the phone to everyone's parents. Mr. Bell was the first to show up. He
was furious, thinking that Charlie and Joey had fought again; however,
his rage was redirected once they told their side of things. Mr. and Mrs.
Trapper were the next to arrive. Mrs. Trapper went to the nurse's office,
while Mr. Trapper threatened litigation. David's father was next to
arrive. He checked on David before coming to the office. His presence set
off Mr. Bell and all three men started yelling at each other.


Charlie was starting to get nervous, and his heart sank as his father
marched into the small, administrative lobby. He looked at Charlie and
didn't say anything. The look of disappointment was worse than the
yelling around him. He consoled himself with the knowledge that at least
Mr. Bell believed them, which wasn't much of a comfort.


Mr. Caldwell opened his door and asked the parents to enter the room,
while leaving the boys in the lobby. After he closed the door, Charlie
bitterly muttered, "Great, we won't even get to say what happened before
Caldwell."


"This is bullshit," Joey said, earning him a stern rebuke from the
office administrator. "Sorry," he mumbled at her.


"I hope I'm not too late." The familiar voice defused Charlie's stress
almost entirely. Will walked into the office and smiled at the two boys.


"Dad's already in there," Charlie said, pointing at Caldwell's door.


"I suppose I should go in there, as well," Will said. "Anything I
should know first?"


Charlie quickly explained the situation, though he didn't know Joey had
tripped Jack. It took some convincing, but Joey admitted that he tripped
Jack but only after Jack called them losers. Will nodded and walked into
the office without being invited, with his usual, annoying smile. A
couple minutes later, Will called for the boys to enter the office.


With six adult men and two boys, the office became standing room only.
Will stood behind the boys, who felt emboldened by his presence. Charlie
avoided his father's gaze but the disapproval had grown tangible. Charlie
did look at his principle, who looked almost as annoyed as his father
did.


"So, according to my clients--" Will started.


"Clients?!" Mr. Trapper barked. "What in the hell is that supposed to
mean?"


Will grinned and handed out his business card to everyone, except to
Rick, who gritted his teeth. "I represent these boys. As Mr. Caldwell
knows, I'm Charlie lawyer, and I've decided to take on Joey as a client,
pro bono, of course. If that's alright with you, Mr. Bell?" Having
remembered their last conversation, Joey's father looked even more
concerned but nodded his approval, nonetheless.


"I didn't know we were allowed to bring lawyers," Mr. Trapper
exclaimed. "If I had, mine would be here right now."


"I didn't call him," Rick said, bitterly, looking at his youngest.


"Under United States law, a person doesn't need parental consent to
contact their lawyer," Will pleasantly stated, taking joy in his
co-parent's annoyance.


"Lawyers are not necessary, Charlie," Mr. Caldwell added.


"I beg to differ," Will said to Mr. Caldwell. "If I remember from our
last conversation, you were trying to railroad Charlie for defending
himself and David Williams against Joey's bullying, while not wanting to
punish Joey at all. If I had been called the last time instead of Rick,
I'm certain this situation wouldn't have happened."


Mr. Caldwell once again looked like he had swallowed a frog. Mr. Trapper
looked confused but let it go. Will insisted that everyone should watch
the video footage before jumping to conclusions. Sure enough, the video
showed Jack walk very close to the other boys, mouth something, then
grin, before falling onto his tray. The video did not show Joey tripping
Jack; however, it did show Jack swinging at Joey, missing, and hitting
David, and finished with Charlie punching Jack, sending the boy back to
the floor.


Mr. Trapper wanted to ignore his son's actions and threatened to sue
Rick. Mr. Williams threatened to sue Mr. Trapper, Mr. Bell and Mr.
Caldwell, since David was innocently attacked twice in the school. Mr.
Bell threatened to sue Mr. Caldwell, though nobody was sure why.


"Gentlemen," Will called above the din. Once the men stopped their
shouting, Will continued, "I'm sure you all think you're entitled to a
lot of money from each other and the school district; however, I assure
you there's better ways of taking care of this without litigation."


Mr. Trapper gave Will a very puzzled look, as he had never met a lawyer
who didn't want to sue anyone. "What are you proposing?"


"It's quite simple," Will said, maintaining his smile, "Suspend Jack
for fighting, since it's very clear that he swung at Joey because he was
humiliated." Mr. Trapper began to protest, but Will's expression turned
to ice within a blink of an eye, and the mad paused mid-sentence. "I
advise that you don't interrupt me again," Will flatly stated. Rick
shivered and Mr. Bell took several steps back. Mr. Trapper nervously
apologized and asked Will to continue. As fast as it came, Will's frigid
demeanor vanished, replaced with his pleasant tone. "As I was saying,
Jack is to be suspended. I think two days of in-school suspension should
work." He looked to Mr. Trapper, who avoided Will's gaze and nodded his
approval. "Excellent," Will said cheerfully.


"And what about the other boys?" Mr. Caldwell asked. He had not seen
Will's eyes but heard the lack of emotion in Will's voice. He was
unsettled but still pressed the issue.


"Nothing," Will said. "As I told you before, you need to do more to
curb bullying at your school. I see that you haven't heeded my warning,
and now, David has been the victim of two physical assaults. He's a
sweet, peaceful boy who has not done a goddamn thing to deserve the
violence your school has placed upon him.  Now, I'm not David's lawyer,
so I can't give Mr. Williams legal advice; however, as a father, I know
if David were my kid, I'd be filing all kinds of lawsuits against you and
your school."


Mr. Caldwell felt his knees start to shake. He sat down and contemplated
his future. He most certainly hadn't signed up for the level of bullshit
he was receiving. Caldwell assumed it would be an easy post, as his
predecessor had done it for decades, and he believed the man to be
incompetent. "Fine," he finally replied. "Jack is suspended for two
days, in-school."


"This is outrageous!" Mr. Trapper snapped at Caldwell. "I'm pulling my
kid out of this school, and you'll be hearing from my lawyer." He left
the room without looking at the other men.


Unbothered by the tantrum, Will said to Caldwell, "And what about Joey
and Charlie?"


Caldwell said, "Joey didn't do anything, so he's not in trouble.
However, this is Charlie's third fight since September, and I can't
exactly ignore that, can I?"


"Suspend him for a week," Rick said. Charlie started to protest but
withered under his father's look. Rick looked at Will and said, "Make it
out of school, and Charlie's lawyer can watch him."


Will didn't protest; in fact, somehow, his annoying grin became more
annoying. "I'm perfectly fine with that arrangement. How about he stay
with me for that week, as well?"


Rick saw the obvious challenge to his parental authority. He also knew
the hidden meaning to Will's proposal. "Fine," Rick said, not backing
down. "If you think you can be a better parent, then by all means, Will,
you can have Charlie for the entire week."


"It's not about being a better parent, Rick," Will said, with a
mirthless chuckle. "It's about doing what's right and standing up for
our kids when they're in the right instead of always assuming the worst
in them."


Mr. Caldwell and Mr. Bell shared confused looks, as they both heard the
words "our kids" and wondered if they're in the middle of a domestic
dispute.


"Come on, Charlie," Will said. "We need to go home and pack a couple
bags for you."


"Thanks," Mr. Bell awkwardly said, as Will and Charlie left the office.


As they got outside, Mr. Williams and David were standing by Will's car.
Charlie wondered how they knew, but after looking at the other cars,
Charlie saw that Will's was the most expensive looking, which was a dead
give away; Will was a lawyer, after all.


"Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Williams?" Will asked,
reaching out to shake the man's hand.


Mr. Williams didn't accept the handshake and said, "There was something
you failed to point out in there, Mr. Parker."


"And what's that?" Will asked.


"David was attacked twice while in the company of Joey and Charlie."


"I see," Will said, his tone becoming less pleasant. "Am I to assume
you're going to blame Charlie and Joey?"


"I am."


"Well," Will said, "might I point out that Charlie never once laid a
finger on David, and in both instances, Charlie hit the person who first
hit your son."


"Two wrongs don't make a right, Mr. Parker."


"What ever happened to Leviticus 24:19-21?"


Charlie looked confused, as Mr. Williams gave a sardonic chuckle. The man
replied, "I'm more of a Matthew 5:38-42 kinda guy."


"And how well did that work out for Jesus?" Will asked.


Mr. Williams didn't look pleased by Will's rebuke and walked away. David
looked at Charlie pleadingly but didn't say a word.


"We were supposed to hang out this weekend," Charlie said, as he
buckled himself in.


"I'm sure David's dad will come around," Will said. "His religion
forbids them from holding grudges. However, Joey is welcome to stay this
weekend if it's alright with his father."


"I'm sorry, Uncle Will," Charlie said, tearing up. "I don't try to be
a bad person."


"Charles Henry Barton," Will said, causing Charlie to jump. "You are
NOT a bad person. You are one of the nicest, kindest and caring people I
have ever met. You went through Hell making sure Ry was okay. You
defended your friend twice. Despite all the pain and suffering you've
gone through and still are going through, not once have you ever, EVER
done anything bad.  I was in prison with bad people, Charlie, and I mean
really bad. These men are so bad they make Dan Clark look like Santa
Claus. You are an angel compared to those psychopaths.  I know your life
hasn't been the same since your mom went to prison, and things haven't
been easy the last couple of years; however, things will get better,
Charlie. I promise you they will get better. It may not seem like it now,
but none of this matters when you get to be my age."


"That's pretty old, Uncle Will," Charlie said, hoping his joke would
stop him from crying.


Will laughed and said, "Tell me about it."


After going to Charlie's and getting his things, they drove to get lunch,
as Will hadn't eaten yet and Charlie's meal was interrupted.


It was around six when Charlie's older brothers stormed into Will's house
demanding answers. Will had been expecting this and made dinner enough
for all of them. Charlie giggled as Will said, "Right on time." The
teens were disappointed in Charlie for fighting again, but they were even
more furious with their father for not defending their brother.


"Serious, what the fu--" Billy said, before Will shoved a piece of
garlic bread into his only child's mouth. Billy looked perplexed, until
his father said, "Watch your language." Ry and Charlie laughed.


Charlie hadn't laughed so hard in a very long time, and wished that every
night could be like this. He almost started crying again, but Billy said
around his mouthful of soft, warm, buttery food, "I'd be mad, but this
is fucking good."


Will dropped his fork and half-twirled spaghetti and replied, "What am I
going to do with you?"


"Love me as I am?" Billy asked.


"It's a good thing I have these two then," Will said, pointing at the
laughing boys across from him.


After dinner, Charlie was tasked with cleaning up. He began to protest,
but Will pointed out that, because Charlie was suspended, he wasn't going
to get off lightly. While Charlie was staying with Will, Charlie was to
do whatever house work Will gave him without question or complaint. Will
added that, if Charlie did as he was told, Joey could stay the weekend.


Billy and Ry left around eight. They each hugged Charlie and told him how
envious they were that he didn't have to go home and deal with their dad,
who was in a very pissy mood before they left him. Charlie hugged each
extra hard, thankful that they were in his life. As Billy hugged his
father goodnight, Ry pulled Charlie aside.


"Are you sure you're okay?" Ry asked.


"I am now," he said. "I wasn't when I saw Dad, but then Uncle Will
came and rescued me."


"Okay," Ry said, pulling Charlie into his arms once more. As they
separated, Ry said, "I think we need to work on that temper of yours
when you come home."


"Really?" Charlie said, not sounding very thrilled by Ry's statement.
"I thought you'd teach me how to hit better," he added, lightly
punching his brother in the arm, hoping to defuse the seriousness of the
conversation.


Ry chuckled to placate his brother's poor attempt at humor. "I think we
all know you don't need fighting lessons, but I think you need to learn
some self-control. Fighting is only good when you absolutely have no
other options."


"I only hit Jack after he hit David! It's not like I started it!"
Charlie said, feeling rather offended.


"I know that, Charlie, but fighting isn't always the answer, and you
don't want to make a habit of it." He hugged his baby brother a final
time and left with Billy.


The rest of the night was boring for the 10-year-old. Will asked if
Charlie wanted to watch a movie, which got him very excited; however, the
movie his adopted uncle picked was an old musical. It was about a bunch
of English guys trying to teach an English woman how to speak English.
Charlie hated it. He didn't understand how the men could teach the woman
English, when they didn't speak English very well, either, as they didn't
sound anything like him or everyone he knew. A few times, Charlie pulled
out his phone to occupy himself, but Will always caught him and
eventually threatened to throw it away.


When the movie was over, Charlie was more than willing to go to bed
without being told twice. Will gave Charlie a look that the boy found
suspicious, as if it had been Will's plan all along. Charlie returned
Will's look with one of his own that stated, "I'm onto you now, Old
Man," which only made Will laugh.


Charlie went to his and Ry's room, changed into his night clothes and got
into bed. Will checked on him before going to bed himself. Charlie turned
off the light on his night stand, but instead of going to sleep, he
grabbed his phone and checked the messages.


"Hi," Justin sent.


It was pretty recent, so Charlie replied. "Hi."


Almost immediately, Justin replied. "I was going to pick you up from
school like you asked, but Billy said you were suspended again for
fighting. What happened?" Charlie's message highlighted everything that
happened. It was a long text, despite his attempts to keep it short.
There was a long pause before Justin replied. "The actual fuck?! And you
were suspended for that?! That's fucking bullshit!!!"


Charlie couldn't help but smile. He knew fighting was wrong, and he only
ever did it when defending himself or others (obviously), but he got more
attention after those fights than he did when he was behaving himself. A
part of him wanted to go to school the following week and punch Jack just
for the hell of it. He was certain that nobody would believe that Jack
hadn't started it, especially after the previous times Jack had been a
dick. Thoughts of his brothers, Uncle Will and even Justin coming to
congratulate him, hug him and tell him how much they loved him flooded
his brain.


Then his dad came to mind. Thoughts of how Rick would react made Charlie
sick to his stomach. His dad most certainly wouldn't find it funny, and
would only be more mad at him. Charlie doubted he'd be allowed to live
with Will next time. His heart hurt remembering the look his father gave
him in Mr. Caldwell's office. Rick didn't even try to defend him, which
only hurt him more.


Charlie was pulled out of his thoughts by another message from Justin,
"I miss you."


"I miss you, too," Charlie replied, while wiping his eyes on his
blanket. Justin would've defended me, Charlie thought bitterly. "Can I
see you?"


"When?" Justin answered quickly.


Charlie thought about it. He wanted to see Justin tonight, but he wasn't
sure how to make that happen.


"Charlie? You still there?" Justin messaged again.


"I'm not at home," Charlie sent. "I'm at Uncle Will's."


A long pause came before Justin sent his final message: "Meet me out
front in 10 minutes."


Charlie's heart raced. He wasn't sure if he should say something to Uncle
Will, and there was definitely a small voice in his head saying he
should...however...he thought Will would tell him no and maybe yell at
him for not being asleep...and he really wanted to see Justin, again....


"Get in," Justin said, opening Charlie's door from the driver's seat.
Charlie had been waiting outside in the freezing wind for about three
minutes. He hadn't bothered changing and wished he had, as he felt the
hems of his pajama bottoms soaking up the icy water around him.


Charlie gladly got into Justin's car, thankful that Justin had the heat
on. Justin drove a little bit up the block, so his engine wouldn't alert
Will while also being close enough to, hopefully, not get Charlie in
trouble. Justin left the engine running, while he pulled the shivering,
round boy into his lap. Charlie was very thankful for the extra body
heat, though he did notice that Justin was only wearing his briefs, a
t-shirt and sandals.


Justin kissed Charlie on the lips, savoring the moment, since it had been
a long time. Charlie returned the kiss and put his head on Justin's
shoulder, nuzzling his cold nose into Justin's neck. Justin rubbed
Charlie's exposed arms, warming them up. He then rubbed Charlie's feet,
which made the little boy laugh, as he was very ticklish. Justin then
rubbed Charlie's legs...and Charlie felt Justin's boner growing against
his butt...and Charlie also felt his own, small boner growing in his own
briefs.


Charlie kissed Justin's neck, which instantly made Justin softly moan. It
was very similar to how Joey moaned. Justin moved his hand up higher on
Charlie's legs. Charlie continued to kiss Justin's neck, knowing what
Justin was going to do next. Though it still made him nervous and
uncertain, he was at least in control and knew what to expect.


Justin slid his hand to the waistband of Charlie's bottoms and briefs and
slowly pulled them down. Charlie lifted his hips to make things easier
for Justin. The teen pulled them completely off. He turned his head and
kissed Charlie on the mouth, which Charlie returned. Justin pulled away
and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"


"Yes," Charlie whispered. He liked the things he did with Joey, and if
he was honest with himself, he couldn't stop thinking about it. When he
was truly honest, he fantasized about Joey being naked and wanted them to
continue the next time Joey stayed the night.


"Okay," Justin said. "Lay down on the seat."


Charlie looked confused but did as he was told. He watched as Justin
pulled down his briefs and saw Justin's rock hard dick bounce around with
the bigger boy's movements. Justin looked around to make sure nobody was
watching, then laid down on top of Charlie.


They returned to kissing, periodically saying they loved each other,
always initiated by Justin. Charlie worried about being crushed under
Justin's weight, but Justin managed to hold himself over Charlie without
actually putting pressure on the much smaller boy.


It was awkward for Justin, who was nearly six-feet tall. His car wasn't
designed for someone his height to be in the position he was in, let
alone the positions he wanted to be in. He asked Charlie to trade him
places and lay on top. It was a difficult maneuver, but they managed to
switch places.


Charlie felt a little weird as his hard dick was rubbing against Justin's
much larger and rather hairy private area. It was made even more weird
when the boy felt Justin's dick leak that clear liquid again, but Justin
seemed to be really enjoying himself; plus, Charlie was loving the
attention Justin was giving him, and unlike the last time they messed
around, Justin wasn't forcing himself onto Charlie, which was much
appreciated.


"Can I suck your cock?" Justin whispered into Charlie's ear.


Though Charlie didn't like the word "cock" for some reason, he was
definitely up for the task, remembering how good it felt when Joey did
it. "Sure," Charlie whispered back, kissing Justin once more. "How do
you want to do it?"


"Just turn around. I'll scoot down, so it'll be easier for the both of
us."


Charlie did as he was asked and found himself face-to-face with Justin's
dripping, uncut dick. He moaned as he felt himself being sucked into the
moist, warm hole of Justin's mouth. Joey was good, but Justin was way
better. Justin used his tongue to completely explore Charlie's tiny
erection. The young man even licked and lapped the inside of Charlie's
foreskin.


Feeling his knees and elbows shake and give way, Charlie fell face first
onto the man beneath him. His cheek brushed against Justin's stiff dick,
which caused Justin to moan, though it was muffled by Charlie's mid-body.
Charlie loved hearing the boys moan. He decided that, if Justin was
willing to suck Charlie's dick, the least he could do was jerk Justin
off.


Charlie reached up with his hand, took hold of the big, hot, hard dick
next to his face and began to move his hand up down the shaft. Justin
moaned even louder, while his tongue picked up its pace. Charlie let out
his own moan and watched as Justin's foreskin moved back and forth,
exposing then hiding the head of Justin's penis. Charlie thought it
looked weird. Both of his brothers and Joey were circumcised, and their
penises looked pretty much the same. However, the head of Justin's dick
looked kinda squished and was a bit purple. Charlie had only seen his
dad's dick once or twice, but never gave it any thought. He had seen his
own dick a lot, but his didn't look like Justin's either. He wondered if
the same thing was going to happen when he got older. Charlie very
briefly thought about asking his dad about it, but couldn't figure out
how without getting himself and Justin in trouble.


Justin tapped on Charlie's bare butt cheek, which pulled Charlie back to
the situation he was in. Charlie turned to his side and looked down at
Justin. Justin's face was flushed and he was panting a little but
smiling. "You taste good," Justin softly said, which made Charlie
blush.  "Can I do something else?" Justin asked.


"What?" Charlie replied, still stroking Justin's dick.


"If I tell you, you might not let me." Seeing the scared look on
Charlie's face, Justin quickly said, "I promise it won't hurt."


Reluctantly, Charlie agreed. Justin had Charlie move a little further
down, which brought Charlie a few inches closer to Justin's balls. Justin
took hold of Charlie's hips and gently pulled him back down towards
Justin's face. At first, Charlie thought Justin was going to suck his
dick again, but an odd sensation happened. Charlie felt Justin's very wet
and firm tongue...lick his butthole!


Charlie froze. He even stopped jerking Justin off, though the teen's dick
was still in the boy's soft, chubby hand. He paid attention to what
Justin was doing, very uncertain about the whole thing. It didn't hurt or
anything, but the idea of Justin licking the place where Charlie's poop
came out was bothersome. However, Justin seemed to really like it. Then
Charlie felt Justin's tongue poke the tight, pink, virgin hole.


"Stop, stop, stop," Charlie said a little too loud.


Justin stopped immediately, and Charlie moved himself off of Justin's
face. He turned around, trying not to knee Justin in the face or
accidentally crush Justin's big, hairy balls. Charlie stopped moving and
looked down at Justin with a shocked expression, unaware that his bare
bottom was straddling Justin's boner.


"What's wrong?" Justin asked, fully aware of how Charlie was sitting.
Justin placed his hands on Charlie's thick thighs and kept eye contact.


"What was that?" Charlie asked with a horrified tone.


"It's called a rim job." Justin replied as if it was as normal as
brushing one's teeth.


"You licked my butt!"


"Yes, Charlie. That's what a rim job is." Justin couldn't help but
laugh, trying to remember that Charlie was only ten.


"You licked...my butt!"


"Keep your voice down," Justin begged. "I don't want us to get
caught."


"You tried sticking your tongue in my butthole, Justin!" Charlie said
without getting quieter.


"Charlie, please keep your voice down," Justin begged once more, with
his desperation apparent. "Some guys like it," Justin continued, "and
I thought you might. I guessed wrong, which is why I didn't want to tell
you what I was going to do. I'm sorry. I should've told you and let you
make up your own mind."


Charlie moved his hips, trying to get comfortable. Justin moaned again,
as Charlie ground himself against Justin's cock. Charlie got a devilish
look on his face and wiggled again, causing Justin to groan. "You like
that?" Charlie asked, seeing a way to get back at Justin.


"Mm hmm," Justin said, trying to refocus his mind, so he wouldn't cum
too early.


Charlie wiggled some more and felt Justin's hips move up and down.
Charlie mistook Justin's writhing as Justin trying to buck him off, so he
doubled his efforts. Justin moved his hands to Charlie's waist and began
to guide Charlie back and forth along Justin's shaft. Catching on to
Justin's intended movements, Charlie moved his hips so he was sliding
over Justin's dick. A few times, he moved too far forward and on the way
back, the head of Justin's dick pressed uncomfortably against Charlie's
butthole. In those moments, Justin' moaned loudly.


Seeing his opportunity to mess with Justin, Charlie sat so the head of
Justin's dick was pinned by his butt and Justin's stomach. He moved back
and forth in short movements. Justin grabbed Charlie hard, almost too
hard. The look on Justin's face was the same one he had the night in the
back of the car, and Charlie felt a hot liquid move between his legs.


He cried out, thinking he was bleeding, but Justin held Charlie firm
against his cock. Charlie squirmed in panic, which made Justin's
sensitive cock hurt. "Charlie, stop moving and be quiet," Justin
gasped.


"I'm bleeding!" Charlie said, finally breaking Justin's grasp. He
reached a hand between his legs. He felt the liquid, pulled his hand back
and didn't see crimson.


"It's not blood, Charlie. You made me cum...a lot."


"Oh," Charlie said, sitting back down, which made Justin twitch again.
"Sorry," Charlie said, looking around for something to clean himself up
with.


"Come here," Justin said, motioning for Charlie to move towards his
face.


Confused but hoping Justin had a towel, Charlie did as he was told.
Justin took Charlie by the hips and pulled the boy bodily toward him. It
took a bit, but Justin returned to licking Charlie's privates and
butthole. Charlie was grossed out even more. Not only was Justin back to
licking his butthole again, but Justin was licking up the stuff that came
out of his own dick!


Once Justin was sure he got all of his DNA off of the chubby boy, he
pulled Charlie into his arms. Justin tried kissing Charlie, but the
10-year-old wasn't having any of it, which made Justin laugh. After some
time cuddling and talking, Justin backed his car up and walked Charlie to
Will's front door.


Charlie went to kiss Justin on the cheek, but Justin turned his head and
got his young lover on the lips. It took everything Charlie had to not
cry out again. He waved at Justin before returning to his bed, but not
before brushing his teeth again. Will wasn't awake, which Charlie was
thankful for. He saw he had a message from Justin, as he got back into
bed; it was a heart. Charlie smiled, sent a heart of his own and went to
sleep, hoping that Joey wasn't into rim jobs.


***Coming Soon, Chapter 40***