Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2022 03:35:54 -0800 From: John Henry Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 76 (Gay/Incest) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org/ Every little bit counts. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 16, and scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading this. If you're not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Chapter 76 "Where's Dad?" Ry asked, looking around. "I don't know," Billy replied, lifting his head from Trevor's lap to get a better look. "Maybe he went to the store or something." "He would've said something," Ry said. "I'm sure it's nothing. He's probably getting candy for Charlie." "Maybe...." A knock on the door made everyone jump. Charlie grabbed Ry's arm and pulled it around him, as his whole body began to shake. "Who the fuck is that?" Billy asked, jumping to his feet. He and Trevor walked to the door, where a wooden bat awaited. "WHO IS IT?" Billy demanded. "Joey!" The voice from the other side announced. "Can I come in? I meant to call, but I wasn't sure if I should or not." Billy looked at the others, especially Charlie, who nodded his approval, easing his grip on his brother's arm just a little. Billy turned on the porch light and opened the door just enough to look out. Joey Bell stood on the small stoop and waved to a car parked at the curb. It took Billy a second, but he recognized Joey's dad, who waved back before driving away. "Thanks," Joey said, stepping into the house. He was dressed in what Billy assumed was a ninja costume. Joey had a pillowcase filled with candy in one hand and his mask in the other. Billy noted that Joey had put on a few pounds since the boy lived with the Bartons, and he looked a lot happier. Joey walked past Billy and Trevor and entered the living room. His eyes instantly found Charlie's. He was still a little taken aback by how thin Charlie still was. Joey still found Charlie attractive, but had to admit to himself that he liked his boys on the chubby side. "Hey," Joey said, awkwardly. "Hey," Charlie replied sheepishly. He hadn't seen Joey since the night Justin had kidnapped him. The memory of what they had done came rushing back, and Charlie wasn't sure how he felt about it now, though he remembered being very happy after...but that was still before Justin. "Do you want to talk alone?" Ry asked Charlie, also feeling the awkward tension building between the once-best-friends/lovers. "Is that okay?" Charlie asked. "Of course," Ry replied, hugging Charlie. "We can make more popcorn and see if we can find Dad." Ry gave Joey a hug before walking into the kitchen with the other teenagers. Joey sat in Rick's chair, while Charlie sat upright. They sat in silence for several agonizing moments, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Eventually, Joey said, "I"m sorry I didn't come over sooner. I didn't know if you'd want to see me after what happened." A tear fell down his cheek. "It's okay," Charlie said, hugging his knees to his chest. "I don't blame you if that's what you're worried about." "It's not," Joey replied. "I've been worried about you, actually. I've been messaging Ry every day to see how you've been doing, hoping he'd tell me to come over, but he never did," he pleaded, more tears started to fall. "He said you still need more time, but I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to see that you were okay with my own eyes." Tears fell from Charlie's brown eyes, also. He had felt so alone this entire time, wondering if anyone missed him or remembered him. Now he knew his own brother was keeping people away. A part of him knew that Ry didn't mean any harm by it, but the bigger, irrational part of his brain was pissed. Charlie wanted to rage, but he didn't want Joey to think it was his fault. It was clear that Joey was feeling guilty. "Well," Charlie said, mustering a small smile, "how do I look to you?" "Like you should eat a cheeseburger," Joey replied with his own smile working its way through his tears. "Thanks," Charlie said with a chuckle. Joey laughed and added, "You still look beautiful, though." Charlie blushed and patted the seat next to him. *** "What do you mean you found Justin?" Rick demanded. Rick called Will directly, but got his co-parent's voice mail instead. "Are the police on their way? How did you find him? Was it Dunham who found him? Would you just fucking call me?!" Rick nearly threw his phone but thought better of it in case he needed it. The driver was useless. The glass barrier between the front and back was either sound proof or the driver ignored all of Rick's attempts to find out what was going on or at least where they were headed. He contemplated contacting the boys, but deciding against it for now. Charlie was finally in a good place mentally and Rick didn't want to mess that up unless he had to. The car drove all over town for about an hour before pulling on the interstate heading East. Rick was even more confused than before. He tried sending Will another text but saw that he had no service. Rick went from worried to scared. Rick was driven about 20 minutes out of Washington just to head back towards the south end of the city. Rick grew tired of trying to figure out what was going on and just sat back waiting. The car came to a stop at the gates of an expansive junk yard, which was fenced off with security strips in the chain links. He tried looking out the glass divider to see what the driver was doing, but he couldn't see much. The gate soon rolled open and the car moved into the facility proper, the gate clanking to a close behind them. Towering stacks of totaled vehicles, home appliances and other large, metal objects formed walls in the labyrinthine complex. They moved slowly and deliberately. Rick grew very confused, not knowing what was happening or where he was being taken. The car snaked around pillars and mounds, sometimes making unbelievably close turns that Rick was certain would scratch the sides of the vehicle, but the driver maneuvered through it like a pro. After a good ten minutes, the road opened into a wide, secluded area. There were a few flood lights and at least one burn barrel with flames jutting from its open top. The car stopped and the driver got out. Before Rick could get a proper look out of the windshield, his door was opened. Rick jumped from the car and got a proper look around. The area was surrounded by stacks of crushed and compacted cars. It was clear to him that this area was not created by accident, as each stack was no more than 15-feet tall. He noticed a portable office located in the far, left corner of the enclosure, which he guessed was about 50-feet squared. He was so engrossed in his situation, he barely noted that the driver had turned around and was leaving him behind. "Hello?!" Rick yelled. "Will?! Are you here?!" "There's no need to shout, Rick," Will said walking out of the single-wide. "You'll wake-up the dead if you keep carrying on that way. I admit that it would be fitting given the myths around this night--Samhain, All-Hallows-Eve, Halloween--or whatever you want to call it." As usual, Will wore his some grin that irritated Rick, even after all these years. "But I digress. Do the boys know you left?" "I'm sure they've worked it out by now," Rick said. "Your text said that you found Justin. Where is he?" "All in due time, Rick," Will replied with a chuckle. "There's no sense rushing things now. I assure you that he's of no threat to Charlie or anyone else for that matter." For the first time, Rick got a good look at Will, who moved towards the burn barrel. Will was wearing heavy work boots, thick overalls and leather work gloves. "What's going on? Why are we here?" "Why do you think we're here, Rick?" "Don't start your fucking games, Will. Where's Justin? Why are we here?" "Again, all in due time," Will said. He waved a hand and two men from the office came out. One brought a small, folding table, while the other brought over a laptop. After setting everything up, they went back into the office. Rick looked at the computer confused and scared. "Come closer, Rick. There's a few things I want to show you." Rick hesitated. Something in him didn't want to see what Will was about to show him. Something primal in his screamed for him to run...but he pushed the instinct back and cautiously moved forward. He stopped about 10 feet from Will, who only gave his usual smile. Will pressed several buttons and then turned the device around. On the screen was Justin. The young man was naked and calling out for help. It looked like he was in a very cramped and confined space, perhaps a crate. Hate joined fear. He wanted to feel compassion for the prisoner, but he couldn't get the memories of Charlie in the hospital out of his mind. "Where is he?" Rick asked softly, just above a whisper. "He's nearby. I figured we'd talk first before deciding what to do with him." Rick looked up at Will, who continued to look at the screen, grinning. "We need to turn him into the police." Rick noted the plea in his voice and didn't like the taste it had left. "Do we?" Will asked, looking up at Rick, meeting his eyes. "Of course." "Why's that?" Baffled, Rick replied, "Because he hurt my son. He raped and abused my son. He needs to face what he did." Will's grin grew just a little. "He hurt your son. He raped and abused your son, so he needs to face justice for what he did?" "Yes!" "I see." Will turned the laptop around and pressed a couple more buttons. He turned the screen around once more, and Rick's heart almost leapt from his throat. The screen showed a very naked Rick fucking a very naked Billy, then known as Kyle. Rick didn't know when it was taken, but he recognized his old room before the move to Washington. Billy looked so much smaller under him. "I have a question, Rick: Should I call the police now or allow you to keep fucking my son?" Rick froze, tears welled in his eyes. A million questions flooded his brain, but answers never came. Weren't they careful? How did Will do this? Does Billy know? Who else knows? Why now? Rick looked up at Will, guilt and fear plain on his face. "Are you going to kill me?" Will laughed loud and hard. "I know more than you think I do, Rick; in fact, this isn't the only time you and my son were together is it?" "No," Rick admitted. "No, it's not," Will affirmed. He pressed another button and a slide show of the pair began to play. Rick felt sick watching himself and Billy making love in almost every room in the house and at other locations. From the angles of the cameras, Rick pieced together that the game systems, computers and phones were all bugged or hacked by Will. It wouldn't've been easy enough, since Will was the one who insisted on buying everything. "What happens next?" Rick asked. "One pedophile at a time, Rick. Where are your manners?" Will waved again, and the two men came out carrying a trunk. Even from that distance, Rick could hear muffled pleading. "Thank you," he said to the men. With a quickness no-one expect, Will pulled out a gun and shot both men in the forehead. Rick jumped and fell to the ground at the same time Will's henchmen's corpses hit the gravel. Will turned the gun on Rick, never once losing his grin. "It's hard to find good help these days, don't you agree?" "What the fuck?!" "Bah!" Will waved dismissively. "They're Aryan, so it's nothing more than what they deserve. Get up, Rick. If I wanted to kill you, you would've been dead ages ago, clearly." Rick's legs felt like jelly, but he managed to stand, anyway. "Who's in the trunk?" "Our guest of honor, of course." Will kicked open the hasps and the lid. Out scrambled a horror so chilling Rick let out a small shriek. The creature, who was once the athletic boyfriend of his middle son, felt his way out of the box. Charred, blacked holes marred the once beautiful face. A lip-less, toothless, tongueless slit that was once a mouth gasped and chomped, as pitiful whines and howls escaped. Its finger-less hands pawed at the ground blindly, desperately trying to sort out its surroundings. "My God," Rick whispered. "Justin?" The creature twisted and turned its head in recognition of its name. Rick saw that its ears were cut off...as well as his testicles. Unable to stop, Rick pissed himself. Will merely chuckled. Prison taught him a lot about how frightened men react. "I would've let you in on the fun, but I wasn't sure you had the constitution for such things, which I see I was correct." "Why did you do this?" Tears fell heavily. "Are you telling me that you actually feel back for this thing?" "His name is Justin." "And your name is Rick. You're both pedophiles. This man brutally raped your baby. He starved him, drugged him and raped him, day after day, night after night for months. Are you telling me that you pity him?" "I know what he did to Charlie, and I hate him for it...but that doesn't justify this." "That's where we'll have to agree to disagree. I was actually going to do a whole lot worse to him, but it was all getting too dull after I removed and force fed him his tongue." Rick turned white and felt sick to his stomach. "And yes," Will replied to Rick's unasked question, "I made him eat the other missing parts, as well; we started with his testicles and moved on from there." Rick couldn't believe Will's demeanor. He seemed to be enjoying it, like a kid explaining the latest superhero movie plot. "If you're not going to turn either of us in, why am I here?" "I thought that was simple: You're going to kill Justin." *** "He's still not answering his phone," Ry whispered to Billy and Trevor. "I know," Billy said, looking into the living room from the kitchen. He gave a faint smile seeing Charlie and Joey cuddling on the couch. "What do we want to do?" "It seems too soon to call the cops," Trevor said. "He's only been gone a couple hours. Maybe there was a break in at the lumber yard? If he's having to deal with the police, it would explain why he hasn't responded or called back." "But," Ry countered, "if that's the case and something has happened to him before he called the cops...." "Should we call the cops then and have them go to the lumber yard?" Billy asked. "I doubt they'd go," Trevor said. "None of us work these, and I doubt they'd take their time to look because a few kids are worried about their dad." "True," Billy and Ry said. Ry suggested, "How about you two go and check it out, and I'll stay, watch the love birds and keep trying to call Dad?" Trevor and Billy agreed. Billy told the younger ones that they were going to the store and would bring back ice cream. Ry sat in Rick's chair, so as not to disturb the cuddle sesh. "Where's Dad?" Charlie asked. "At work, we think." Ry didn't mean to say that last part and winced at the slip. "You don't know where Dad is?" Panic was clear in Charlie's voice. "Not exactly. Billy and Trevor are going to his work to make sure he's there." Charlie held onto Joey, trying not to have an anxiety attack. Thoughts of Justin kidnapping his Dad or brothers came crashing in. Joey kissed Charlie on the lips, hoping it would distract his friend; however, Charlie looked upset by the act. "I'm sorry," Joey said, tears coming to his eyes. "I didn't think." Charlie softened his gaze and hugged Joey. *** "What do you mean I'm going to kill him?" Rick demanded. "I'm not killing anyone." "Of course you are," Will said with confidence. "We're not leaving here till you do." "I'm not a criminal." "You are a criminal, Rick. You're a pedophile, con artist, and a thief." "What are you talking about?" "You fucked my son. You lied to everyone about it and convinced him to lie about it. You stole his innocence after he was molested by the monster next door, and you convinced him that he was willing to do all those depraved acts to you. I already had one monster put down for touching my son, so it's your turn to put down the one who touched yours." "You killed Dan Clark?" "No," Will said, showing his growing annoyance, "I had Dan killed. Clearly, I wasn't in jail at the time he was murdered, was I? I was helping you get custody of your victim and his best friend." Will turned the gun around, presenting Rick with the handle. "Chop, chop. We don't have all night. I'm starving." Rick took the gun and pointed it at Will, who didn't look a bit surprised. Rick pulled the trigger several times but only heard clicks. Will only responded with laughter, before unholstering another gun from inside his overalls. "You didn't think I'd give you a loaded weapon, did you?" His smile was gone. His voice became ice and filled with venom. Will pointed his new gun at Justin and fire three rounds into the creature's head. He then reached out and took the gun carefully from Rick's trembling, frozen grip. "I only needed you to touch this, so your prints and DNA got on it." Will placed the first gun in a plastic bag and put it on the table next to the computer. "You'll never get away with this," Rick croaked. "We both know that isn't true." Will turned his gun onto Rick. "So this is what's going to happen. You're going to put Justin's body in the barrel. Afterwards, you're going to turn yourself in for his murder. You won't say anything until I show up to represent you. We'll work a deal out with the district attorney's office. Instead of the death penalty, we'll take life without the possibility of parole; after all, you're a grieving father, who wasn't quite in his right mind, as he tortured and mutilated his son's rapist." "What if I tell everyone the truth?" "Well," Will said, tapping the laptop, "you could, but then this will get out. If anything happens to me at all or I'm connected to any of this in any way, everything I have on you will be forwarded to an associate of mine, who will make sure you pay for what you did to my Billy. "You're lucky, you know? Of all the men who abused my son, you're the only one I won't have killed. Don't give me that look. After everything you've seen tonight, do you still believe Ronda's father died of a heart attack? No, I had him poisoned." Will shook his head and chucked, grinning once more. "Look at me going on like a movie villain, explaining my master plan. If you hadn't just pissed yourself, I actually might have felt concerned. Come on, get Justin in the flames." Rick got up and walked around the table to Justin's body. He felt no remorse for Justin, but he still had some small amount of pity, given what happened before Will shot the boy. The body was lighter than he anticipated. Justin had been on the verge of starvation ever since he was caught a block from the hotel the night the hooker and her pimp broke in. Rick cried as he dumped Justin's body into the fire head first. He threw up at the smell of burning, human flesh. Will ordered Rick to make sure the rest of the body made it inside the barrel, before allowing Rick to step away. Blood, mud and ash covered his clothes. "You know what?" Will asked. "I'm having second thoughts. Take off your clothes and throw them in the fire, too." Rick looked at Will confused more than ever. Will pressed several buttons on the laptop and threw it in the fire. He stripped down to his boxers and did as instructed. The cold, autumn air made him shiver despite the heat of the nearby fire. "I think I'm just going to kill you instead," Will continued. "It's less messy this way, to be honest. I can't trust you'll keep your mouth shut, and Billy doesn't deserve what you did to him being made public. You understand, right?" Rick had already resigned himself to not leaving the junkyard alive. Once Will said that he had contracted Dan Clark's murder, he knew that he was good as dead; it was just a matter of when. "Want me to throw myself in the barrel, too?" He asked Will. "No, I think I'm just going to shoot you and claim self-defense." Will backed up slowly toward the building, gun pointed squarely at Rick's chest. He grabbed his weighted, aluminum bat and came back towards Rick. "I don't want to get a felon in possession of a firearm charge, even though I had to defend myself from the man who killed his son's rapist on my property." "You've had all this figured out, haven't you?" Rick said, standing up straight, squaring his shoulders. "For the most part," Will admitted. "I've had plenty of time to work on this. I didn't take Justin into consideration until it was too late, though." "If you knew everything going on between Billy and I, why didn't you know about Justin and Charlie?" "To be honest, I got sick of watching you raping my son, so I stopped watching the videos. It wasn't until Ry told me about the abuse that I started watching the videos again. I will say that some of the things I've seen would not look good in court, but I digress. I will try to make this as painless as possible, Rick. After all, the whole pedophile shit aside, you were a good father, not a great father like you used to be, but a good one." "He wanted it, you know," Rick said, thinking fast. "Kyle wanted me to fuck him." Will chuckled. "If you think you can bait me into acting out of rage, you really should save your breath, for it may be your last." "I'm being serious," Rick said, desperately. "He wanted to have sex with me. We're in love, Will. We've even made plans once he turns 18 to be more open with our relationship. I know you had to have heard and seen it in the videos." Will rolled his eyes and took a running, golf swing at Rick's head just as a gunshot went off from one of the piles of cars. *** Det. Dunham had already followed Will and a couple skinheads to the junkyard when she received Rick's text. Rick said that Will had found Justin and sent a car to pick him up. Dunham said to let the driver take him to wherever Will wanted him to go, while guessing that Will wanted Rick at the yard. She drove a few blocks away and looked for a way into the junk yard. It was difficult, since Will had cameras everywhere. Fortunately, she found a break in the fence, where she assumed homeless people sneaked in to steal what they could or find a place to sleep. The complex was vast, with passages going in every direction. She had no idea where she was going or where Will was until she heard the first two gunshots hours after she had entered. The Detective looked around and saw smoke coming from what could've been the center of the complex. A short time later, three more shots were fired. Det. Dunham began to run toward the sound. She soon found the entrance to the courtyard, where she saw Rick dumping a naked body into a burn barrel at gunpoint. She couldn't hear a word from either man, but the situation didn't look right. She got on her radio and called for backup, pulling out her own service weapon. She had no cover in the yard and couldn't take the chance of exposing herself. She watched as Rick stripped off his clothes, while Will tossed something into the fire, before moving backwards around the bodies of the two skinheads he had arrived with. Will had come back with a metal bat. Rick looked like he was trying to plead for his life, while Will laughed. Without even hesitating, Det. Dunham fired her weapon as Will took a running swing at Rick's head. "RICK!" Det. Dunham shouted. "MOVE AWAY FROM WILL, RICK!!" Rick spun his head around and looked like he was in shock. He collapsed, unable to take everything that had just happened. Det. Dunham ran into the clearing, talking on her radio. She checked Will's pulse and found none. She then went to Rick and tried talking to him, but it was no use. He only mumbled and repeated the same phrase: "What did you hear?" "Nothing, Rick," she said, trying to apply what first aid she could. She put her jacket around him and helped him into the office. "I was too far away to hear anything, Rick. Why? What did Will say? Whose body did you burn?" All Rick did was ask his single question. *** Will's funeral was held a month after his death. Billy was beside himself with grief. Rick explained that Will had found Justin and killed him, confessing what he had done to Rick. He explained that Will wanted to make sure Justin was punished for what was done to Charlie but things had gone too far, and by the time Will had realized it, it was too late. Will knew he'd go back to prison, something he didn't want to happen, so he tried to frame Rick for it. "But that doesn't make sense," Billy sobbed in his lover's arms. "Why would he frame you, though? You didn't do anything to deserve that?" "Desperate times call for desperate measures," Rick said. "He wasn't thinking clearly was he? I mean, he was working with neo-Nazis and had kidnapped Justin. I'm sure it made perfect sense to your dad at the time." "I miss him so much," Billy said, "but I'm glad I still have you. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, too." "I know, Baby," Rick said, holding Billy tightly. "I love you, Billy." "I love you, too, Dad." The service was small. Kenny and his husband came from Canada, and were the only ones from Will's side to attend. Rebecca Ingram and Trevor's uncle, Antonio, came as well. Despite how things went at the firm, they both admired how tenacious Will was as a lawyer. Will's former secretary and people Rick assumed had been clients came as well. Joey and his father were the last to arrive. Mr. Bell considered telling everyone what a monster Will had been and the harm he endured at Will's hand, but decided that he could live with it, since it did lead to a better relationship with his only living son. Will didn't want anything traditional nor religious. Billy tried making a speech but couldn't get more than a few tearful words out. Ry did better, explaining how Will had saved him from his abusive parents and helped give him the family he had now. Other testimonials were heard, all talking about how great, generous and amazing Will had been. Rick opted to not give a speech. He was afraid that once he started talking he couldn't stop himself from confessing everything that happened that night and his sexual relationship with Billy. Det. Dunham had said that nothing was found on the laptop and as far as the district attorney was concerned Rick was a victim, since no gunshot residue was found on Rick's hands. None of this stopped him from feeling guilty. He had nightmares every night and couldn't even bring himself to go to work. He started therapy and was in the process of getting on disability. Nobody hung around after Will's body was laid to rest. The family went back to the house for a private gathering and reading of Will's last will and testament. Almost everything was left to Billy, as expected, including Will's house. However, Ry's and Billy's trust accounts, which they had gotten when they were 12, were put in the care of Ronda and not Rick. There was no explanation for this. Money was also put into a trust for Charlie. Kenny and his husband left for the hotel, with plans to return home the next morning. Billy asked if it was alright if he stayed at Will's, and Rick said he wouldn't have expected anything else. "Can you come with me, please. I don't want to be alone." "Of course," Rick said, kissing his son's forehead. Ry and Charlie spent their time alone watching TV, neither really paying attention. "I'm going to take a shower," Charlie said, removing himself from Ry's arms. "Okay," Ry said, getting off the couch. "I'm going to go to bed, I think." "Yeah, this day sucked." They parted ways in front of the bathroom door. Ry went into his room and got on his computer to find something to watch. His computer notified him that he had received an email from Will. Confused and curious, Ry opened it. "Hello Ry," a video of Will automatically began to play. "If you've received this email, it means that I'm dead. How I die is irrelevant. I hope it's from a heroic deed, but I'm guessing not. It's probably from something lame like natural causes. "Anyway, you have received this email because there are things going on in our family that you most likely don't know about. Things that may change how you feel about our family. You will definitely change your feelings about me, but I hope you'll come to forgive me in the end. "With that said, the link in the email will take you to a secure website that can only be accessed by you now. The website contains videos and images that will be disturbing and private. You need to prepare yourself for what you're about to see, and try not to think too little of me. "What you do with this information is up to you. I no longer have control over it. If you choose to act on it, know that you will have support. If you choose not to, then you'll be the only one who knows the whole truth. I wish you luck, son. I love you." Ry didn't know what to think, so he clicked the link. He was taken to a website on what he presumed was the dark web. He found countless video files with coded names and dates. He found the oldest one and saw a younger will moving away from the camera, which looked upon their old living room. He opened random videos before figuring out that the codes were really camera names based on their locations. Most of the videos didn't contain much, while others caused him to gasp. He saw videos of Rick and Billy having sex, showering together and sleeping together. There were countless videos going back years. Ry came across some videos of Charlie and Justin playing strip poker then sleeping naked in Billy's bed. Then he found videos of Charlie sucking Rick's cock, while their dad was sleeping. There were videos of Charlie and Joey having sex, and the video of Justin raping Charlie, after convincing Charlie that the young boy had raped Justin. Then there were the videos of Ry and Charlie. Based on the camera angle, Ry discovered that Will had remote access to his webcam. In fact, Will had remote access to every device in the house and their mobile devices. "Ry?" Charlie said, causing Ry to jump. He hadn't noticed his door open or the sound of Charlie's bare feet on the floor. Ry hastily shut down his computer, before saying, "What is it?" "Can I sleep with you tonight?" Ry saw that Charlie was only wearing a towel around his waist. He felt his dick stirring and couldn't decide if it was from the Charlie before him or the sweet, chubby boy who was secretly sucking him off months prior. "Of course," Ry said. Charlie dropped his towel and climbed, naked, into Ry's bed. Ry turned to his computer and taped a piece of paper over his webcam. "Why did you do that?" Charlie asked, as he watched Ry taking off his clothes. "You never know who's watching," Ry said, mirthlessly, also getting into his bed naked. THE END ***Coming Next, Growing Up Ry***