Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2022 01:00:00 -0800
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 53 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 53


"Didn't you hear me?" Brenda said, ignoring Rick's shouting. "He's
gone, Rick. Get over it!"


Rick spun on the spot, his eyes filled with rage. "You fucking, stupid
cunt!" He marched right up to her and growled, "Stay away from me and
my family."


As calm as he was enraged, Brenda said, "I am your family now, Rick. I'm
carrying our baby."


"You're a lying whore. I don't know why you're doing this, but you're
fucking lying."


Brenda gave Rick a look that plainly conveyed her annoyance. "I would
know if I was pregnant or not."


Rick laughed derisively, "We've always used protection."


"Condoms break."


"I have a very low sperm count, Brenda. I was lucky to have Charlie, so
I know there's no way I could've gotten you pregnant."


"Who knows, Rick? Maybe you got lucky twice?"


Rick grit his teeth. He had wasted enough time on the lying trash before
him. "Where's your pregnancy test, then? Or are you so stupid that you
thought I'd just take your word for it?"


"As it so happens, I don't have the first three tests with me, but I am
scheduled for blood work with my O.B. next week. I was hoping you'd come
with me and see for yourself."


He couldn't tell if she was lying or not--that he ever could before--so,
instead, he said, "Bring me the blood work, then we'll talk. If you're
not pregnant, I'll be seeking a restraining order."


"Fine," Brenda said, with a shrug, "but when you see that I am
pregnant, you'll accept my proposal. I refuse to have our child out of
wedlock."


"I'll never marry you, kid or no kid."


"Have it your way," Brenda said, as she watched Rick walk to his truck.
Brenda was content. Her plan was working. Sure, it took breaking a
condom, but she finally had everything she wanted...well, almost
everything. Brenda got in her car and called her doctor's office to
confirm the appointment. She drove to the nearest pharmacy and picked up
a bottle of prenatal vitamins and a couple parenting magazines before
heading home.


She knew Rick would come around eventually. Charlie, as always, ruined
everything, but Rick was a good father to his sons. He would never let a
child of his be fatherless, like he was. "Men are so predictable," she
said, as she sat on her couch. "Daddy will be with us soon, baby. I
promise," she said to her stomach. "Your big brothers won't be in the
way very long, either. Ry and Billy will be on their own soon, and
Charlie will be sent to a reform school back east. I even have the
perfect place in mind. Your uncle, Devon, went there as a boy. Of course,
once he turned eighteen, he never came home, but that's kind of the point
isn't it? But, you can live with Mommy and Daddy all you want! Yes you
can!" Brenda laughed and cradled her midsection as she watched a
documentary on child birth.


His lungs burned. Charlie wasn't an athletic kid by any means, but he
couldn't stop running. He knew the second he did, his broken heart would
catch up with him, and he wasn't ready to deal with that pain yet.
Charlie knew the first places his dad might look for him would be the
house, Will's and then David's, so he only had a limited amount of time
to get to the trailer park. Luckily, the sidewalks were relatively empty,
being a wintery Sunday. Several times, Charlie had to dodge cars to keep
from getting hit, while crossing a street. As he made it to the park
entrance, Charlie contemplated seeing if David's family was home, but his
ultimate destination was in the opposite direction.


Charlie saw Justin's car in the driveway, as he ran up the stairs. He
pounded on the door, crying out for the one person who had always made
the pain go away. "JUSTIN! JUSTIN, LET ME IN! PLEASE!"


Justin pulled the door open, looked down, and quickly grabbed Charlie who
had fallen forward, no longer able to support himself. Justin held the
sobbing boy against him. The teen stood, closed the door, and took the
inconsolable boy to his room. He laid down with Charlie on top of him.
Justin didn't bother trying to calm Charlie. He could easily tell that
anything he said wouldn't make a difference, so he just rubbed the little
boy's back and kissed his face, while Charlie cried himself out. Neither
boy knew how long Charlie cried, but when he was finally calm enough,
Charlie told Justin everything he saw at the diner.


"She's going to marry him!" Charlie said, renewing his tears.


"I'm so sorry, Baby," Justin said, kissing Charlie's head.


"I hate him so much," Charlie sobbed. "I wish he wasn't my dad."


"I know how you feel."


"Yeah?" Charlie said, looking up at Justin.


"Yeah," Justin said, taking the opportunity to kiss Charlie's tear
covered lips. "My dad is like that to me, too."


"I'm sorry," Charlie said, returning Justin's kiss. "Does it ever go
away?"


"Does what go away?" Justin asked, confused.


"The hurt," Charlie said, in a small voice.


"Yeah, it can go away," the teen replied. He hesitated then asked, "Do
you want me to make the pain go away?"


Charlie looked into Justin's brown eyes and nodded.


Justin leaned in and kissed Charlie once more, but this time he didn't
back away. Charlie gave into Justin's touch, which only encouraged the
older boy. He ran his hands under Charlie's shirt and caressed the tender
flesh beneath. They broke their embrace long enough for each to remove
their shirts. Charlie was desperate for the physical affection, which
seemed to ease the ache in his heart.


Justin slid a hand down the back of Charlie's pants and squeezed the
firm, bubble butt inside. Charlie stiffened at the maneuver. He pulled
away from Justin and said, "I don't want to do that."


Justin looked annoyed and said, "You asked me to take the pain away,
Charlie. So why can't you just go with the flow? Don't you love me?"


"I do, but--"


"But nothing, Charlie," Justin snapped. "If you really loved me, you'd
let me do things with you, fun things, things I know you'd like. God,
you're just like Billy!" Justin removed his hand from Charlie's ass and
moved the little boy to the bed. "Maybe I should just take you home."


"Please don't!" Charlie begged. "I can't go home! Not yet!"


"Then what the fuck are you here for, Charlie? You're using me like
Billy did, aren't you? I'm just here when you need me, without ever
taking my feelings into consideration. I love you so much, Charlie, it
hurts! But, if you can't love me back, then you can go home and never see
me again."


Charlie was instantly overcome with guilt and confused by the
overwhelming emotions from the diner and his current situation. He really
didn't want to do it, but he didn't want Justin mad at him, especially
since he still needed the one person who seemed to love him. With shaking
fingers, Charlie untied his shoes. He removed his shoes and socks. He
looked at Justin, who was watching him intently. "Is it going to hurt?"
Charlie said just above a whisper.


"Only if you don't do what I tell you to do," Justin said, the yearning
in his voice apparent.


A few more tears were shed as Charlie unbuttoned his pants. He laid next
to Justin and pulled down the rest of his clothing. Impatient with
Charlie's speed, Justin reached over and pulled them off quickly, scaring
Charlie with his aggressiveness.


Justin stood and removed all of his clothes, exposing his very hard,
dripping cock. Compared to Rick's, Justin's dick was small, maybe a
little more than half as long and not nearly as thick; however, Charlie
could only see a large, fleshy rod. Justin climbed onto the bed then on
top of Charlie. He ignored the frightened look the 10-year-old gave him.
Justin shifted his hips back and forth until Charlie spread his legs wide
enough.  They went back to kissing, though they both knew Charlie's heart
was no longer in it. Justin didn't care. He was about to get what he had
been craving for such a long time.


Justin moved his lips from Charlie's to the boy's neck. He kissed, licked
and nipped, making Charlie quiver. Justin thought it was from his touch,
but Charlie knew it was for other reasons. He desperately tried holding
back his tears, feeling it was too late to stop everything. He remembered
Ry's meditation instructions and started to focus on his breath, which
was difficult to do with Justin on top of him.


Charlie became aware that Justin was tonging his ear and earlobe, but
Charlie didn't react. He didn't want to feel anything anymore. Everyone
in his life had hurt him, and he just couldn't deal with it anymore.
Justin said he could make Charlie's pain go away, so Charlie just let
Justin have his way.


Justin didn't pay any attention to Charlie's lack of reaction. In fact,
he kind of preferred it. After the way Charlie was being bitchy and whiny
the last time in his car, Justin was tired of dealing with his emotional
fragility.  He worked his lips down Charlie's chest and nipples to the
boy's plump belly. Chubby boys were a major weakness for him. Brian was
also a chubby boy. Joey was too early on, though he seemed to be getting
too tall now for Justin's liking. Being with Billy was like being with a
skeleton, but it was worth it now that Justin had Charlie under him.
Justin kissed and rubbed Charlie's stomach. It turned him on so much.


Charlie shuttered as Justin's lips wrapped around his stiff dick. Justin
worked his tongue all over the small shaft and even got a little bit
under Charlie's foreskin. He acknowledged the pain but did his best to
return to his breath, as Ry instructed. Before he knew it, Justin had
nearly folded Charlie in half, pinning the boy's ankles almost to the
mattress. Justin licked and lapped at Charlie's anus. He was in a trance
from the sweaty boy smell of Charlie's ass. Justin did his best to stick
his tongue inside of Charlie who moaned from lack of breath, which Justin
mistook as ecstasy.  After several very long and painful moments, Justin
set down Charlie's bottom half and moved across the room to his dresser.
He pulled open his underwear drawer and removed two bottles. One was his
favorite lube, which warmed and tingled as he fucked, and the other one
was something special.


Justin got back on the bed and took in the scene before him. Charlie,
completely naked and hard, looked up at him. Justin saw longing in those
deep, brown eyes. Charlie, however, didn't recognize the man above him.
The Justin he knew was sweet, kind and loving. This person...this
monster...was nothing like he remembered. Instead of comforting, this
version of Justin terrified him.


Charlie watched as Justin set down the small bottle and popped open the
larger one, which was filled with a clear liquid. Justin poured some of
the liquid into a hand and rubbed it all over his dick. He then got a
little bit more in the same hand and told Charlie to grab his ankles.
Once Charlie complied, Justin spread the lubricant all over the boy's
anus. Just to make sure Charlie was as committed as he was playing off,
Justin jabbed a finger inside the little kid. Charlie cried out a little
but made no attempt to physically resist, which pleased Justin
immensely.  Once he was satisfied with the amount of lube on his cock,
Justin put down the larger bottle and grabbed the small, amber bottle
next to Charlie's bare ass. He removed the cap, stuck the container under
his nose and inhaled deeply. He did this under each nostril. Justin
instantly felt his heart beat in his chest, as the chemical warmth
flooded his entire body, signifying that the popper was working.


"Here," Justin said, handing it to Charlie. "Do what I did."


"Is it drugs?" Charlie asked.


Justin laughed at Charlie's gross ignorance. "No," Justin said
mockingly, "It's not drugs. It'll help relax you, so you won't get hurt
when I put my cock in your tight boy pussy."


Charlie felt disgusted by Justin's language, especially the term "boy
pussy," which he found retarded. However, he did as Justin ordered. He
coughed with each inhalation, and shortly after, his head began to spin
as the popper kicked in. His heart felt like it was going to explode in
his chest. His entire body felt like he was running a fever. The worst
part was that his skin felt numb yet sensitive to everything, especially
Justin's touch.  Justin grinned as he watched Charlie get high from the
popper. He tested the boy, quickly jerking his tiny dick. Charlie
squirmed and squealed, telling Justin that Charlie was more than ready
for what was about to cum.


Once more, Justin pinned Charlie's ankles back, but instead of rimming
the small child, Justin lined the head of his dick up with Charlie's
constricted opening. Justin rubbed the tip against Charlie's back door.
He saw tears welling at the corners of Charlie's eyes, and said, "I love
you, Charlie."


"I love you, too," he said reflexively.


Justin pressed and carefully worked his way into the fist-tight hole. At
first, Charlie gasped at the sensation and tried to back away; however,
Justin gripped him by the hips and held Charlie still. "You need to
relax Charlie or it will hurt," Justin said, handing Charlie the popper
again. "Hit this again. It'll help."


Charlie did as he was told, and once he was done breathing in the rubbing
alcohol-like vapors, Charlie's breathing became labored. Justin leaned
down and kissed him, which only helped a little. Little by little, Justin
worked his way deeper and deeper inside Charlie's rectum. Justin also
used the popper, but it was more to keep from cumming too soon. Justin
could feel Charlie's inner pulse against the head of his uncut cock.
Without warning, Justin began to pump his pelvis against Charlie's
buttocks. Charlie moaned loudly and gripped the bedding beneath him.
Several times, he shook his head, while a voice in his head cried out for
Justin to stop, but that voice never reached his throat.


Justin seemed to take forever. Every time he got close to climaxing, he'd
stop and take a hit from the bottle. Whatever the liquid was, it seemed
to desensitize him enough to keep fucking for long periods of time. He
looked down at Charlie and saw the boy's eyes rolling in and out of the
back of his head. Justin smiled and rubbed Charlie's belly. Every few
minutes or so, he'd reach down and jerk Charlie off until the boy swatted
his hand away.


Justin figured after thirty minutes or so that Charlie had had enough, so
Justin pumped his cock faster and harder, once Charlie had one last hit
from the popper. Justin leaned in and kissed Charlie, who struggled with
the sensations flooding through him. "I'm going to cum," Justin said,
just before his swollen testicles emptied into the exhausted child.
"FUCK!" Justin cried out, before collapsing on top of Charlie, who was
covered in sweat.


After a few minutes of recovery, Justin slowly pulled himself out of
Charlie, who shook from the pain. Justin admired Charlie's red,
convulsing hole, as his jizz spilled out onto the bedspread. Justin
leaned down and licked it off of the boy. He laid down next to Charlie
and pulled the silent child into his arms.


"I think you're the best I've ever had," Justin cooed in Charlie's ear.
"Did you like it?" All Charlie could do was nod. He was afraid of what
Justin would do if he told the truth. "Good. Next time will be better."
Charlie heard the words, but he couldn't fathom their meaning or
implication. "I'll take you home in a little bit, okay?"


"Okay," Charlie stuttered, as newly found tears ran down his face.


***Coming Soon, Chapter 54***