Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2021 02:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 26 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 26


Charlie woke up the next day feeling pretty good. Sleeping next to Ry had
that effect on him since the accident, and after the emotional way
trick-or-treating had ended, he felt it was a perfect way to fall asleep.
Charlie went to his room and found his friends still asleep and cuddling.
Joey was still the big spoon, with David curled up and his face in Joey's
chest. He smiled to himself and wondered how the pair would react if he
took a pic of them. Though the temptation was real, he decided to not
press his luck; he liked having friends, particularly those two.


As Charlie entered the kitchen, he saw Ry at the table finishing his
breakfast of pancakes and bacon. "Morning," Charlie said, grabbing
himself a plate.


"Morning," Ry responded. "How'd you sleep?"


"Good. You?"


"Not bad, though that chainsaw in my ear was louder than normal." Ry
smirked.


"Shut up," Charlie chuckled. He knew he snored; it wasn't like anyone
would let him forget it. But, he knew it was worse the more exhausted he
was.


David and Joey joined them just as Charlie took his seat next to his
brother. There was an awkwardness between the two that Charlie picked up
on. He recognized that tenseness well, having had it after sleeping naked
with Justin a few months prior.


The pair hung around for most of the day. Charlie showed Joey the online,
fantasy game he played and helped Joey make an account. Ry came in later
to help Joey make a character for the tabletop game, making Ry realize
that he had better start taking it seriously.


By the time Rick came home, Joey and David had left. Billy grudgingly
took the boys home, but gave in when Ry said that it wouldn't be fair for
their dad to do it after a long day, while Billy hadn't done a damn
thing. "Not to mention all those times you bitched about not being able
to drive," Ry said pointedly.


Sure enough, Rick was exhausted as he walked through the door just after
sunset. Dinner was long past, though Ry did save him a plate of meatloaf
and mashed potatoes. Rick kissed his son and the cheek, since Ry was
almost as tall as he was, and hugged him. "Thank you. I honestly don't
know how we would've managed without you."


Ry didn't know how to respond without getting misty-eyed, so he hugged
his dad back instead. Rick sat in the middle of the couch and ate his
meal in front of the TV, while watching the news. When he was finished,
Billy took the plate to the kitchen, as it was his turn to do the dishes.
Charlie then climbed on the couch and curled up next to his father for
the first time in ages. Rick put his arm around his youngest and just
held him. Soon, they were joined by Ry, who put Charlie on his lap.
Charlie laid down putting his head in his dad's lap, while the rest of
his body was curled up on Ry's. Billy came in and sat on his father's
other side. Billy leaned his head against his lover's shoulder. He fought
the urge to hold Rick's hand and sensed that Rick felt the saw way.


Father and sons hadn't been in the same room without fighting for quite
awhile. Rick forgot how loving his kids really were and regretted losing
those opportunities to conflicts and petty squabbles. It was easy to
blame Brenda for their problems; however, Rick knew that things started
to go downhill shortly after they moved to Washington.


Ry and Billy broke up a few months into 7th grade. Rick wasn't sure what
sparked the fight, but it was brutal. Rick, Charlie and Will were
downstairs. Will had come to take Billy for the weekend. Billy had gone
to his and Ry's room to pack. At the time, their room was on the ground
floor in what was now Rick's office, since Ry was still in a wheelchair.


The yelling started almost immediately. Rick ignored them, since they'd
been arguing for months over petty issues, like which side of the closet
was Billy's (despite the fact they shared clothes) and whose turn it was
to make the bed. Rick had tried to talk to them about relationship
problems, but the boys said nothing was wrong, so he just let it go.


When glass was heard shattering, both fathers jumped to their feet and
ran down the small hall next to the stairs. It was difficult to hear what
the boys were saying, since they screamed over each other. Rick saw the
vanity mirror above their desk was broken. He never found out who broke
it, however. Will had to grab his son and pull him from the room, while
Rick stayed with his immobile adopted son. Ry cried for hours and
demanded to get his own room. He wouldn't tell his dad why he and Billy
had been fighting but only that he couldn't be in the same room with
Billy anymore. Rick promised to move Billy upstairs the next day.


As Rick went to check on Billy, Charlie ran into the room, crying and
begging Ry not to leave.


Rick found Billy and Will on the couch. Billy was furious and in tears.
He said that Ry lost his mind and didn't want to be boyfriends anymore.
When asked why, Billy said he didn't know, though Rick suspected that
Billy was lying. In the end, Rick moved Billy to his current room, and
when Ry was able to walk, Ry was moved upstairs, as well.


Rick reached over and took Ry by the hand, and then held Billy's hand.
Charlie began to snore. Ry was the first to go to bed. Rick wrapped his
arm around Billy, as he softly stroked his sleeping son's hair with his
other hand. Rick and Billy exchanged kisses, careful not to disturb
Charlie. It was around ten when Rick sent Billy to his room. Rick
carefully picked up and carried Charlie to his room.


Rick quietly opened the door and made a mental note to tell Charlie to
clean his room, as he made his way to the bed. With the skills of an
experienced parent, Rick pulled the blankets back and gently lowered his
baby boy. He then removed Charlie's shoes and socks, followed by the
boy's pants, careful not to remove Charlie's briefs. He then pulled the
covers over his son and sat on the edge of the bed, tenderly stroking
Charlie's hair.


He remembered the night Ronda told him she was pregnant. They had tried
for so long to conceive that Rick thought he couldn't have children. He
was happy he was already a father to Billy, who was called Kyle then, but
he wanted a son of his own. Rick called his mother with the good news,
and they both cried the entire time.


Charlie was born on a rainy March afternoon. Ronda had been in labor for
several hours before they went to the hospital. Rick doted too much,
which Ronda found amusing and annoying. He stayed in the room the entire
time and held his wife's hand, despite the crushing grip. They both cried
as the eight pound, five ounce baby boy cried for the first time. Rick
insisted that Charlie remain in the room with them. He never wanted to
take his eyes off of his son. He fondly remembered holding Billy and
Charlie for the first time, while Ronda slept. He was so proud of his
little family.


Rick recalled Charlie's first tooth, first word (Mamma), the first time
he said dad (Charlie bitterly, yet adorably, yelled it when Rick wouldn't
get him a cookie), when he learned how to ride a bike, and his first day
of school.


Rick nearly choked up recalling the first time Charlie begged him not to
go to work. Charlie was three. Despite Rick having worked at the mill
since before Ronda and Billy entered his life, it was on a cool May
morning that Charlie became aware that Rick was leaving, and Charlie
acted like his dad was never going to come back. The toddler begged his
father not to leave him, even though his mother was still there trying to
reassure her son, while also not laughing. Billy was also leaving for
school around the same time, but Charlie wasn't bothered that Ky (which
is what Charlie called him, still unable or unwilling to say Kyle) was
leaving, too. Charlie only wanted his dad. It broke Rick's heart seeing
his usually bubbly child weep, but in the end, Rick had no other choice
if he wanted to keep his job. He held his son and smothered him in
kisses, promising to come home, and when he did, Charlie ignored him,
angry that he left. Rick tried getting his son's attention, but Charlie
kept turning his back to him. In the end, Rick grabbed and tickled his
son into submission. Charlie laughed hysterically and thrashed around
until Rick stopped. Charlie, still giggling, kissed his dad and hugged
him, refusing to let go.


Rick looked down at this boy. A tear fell from his eye. Where did I go
wrong with you? Rick thought to himself. He wiped his face clean, leaned
down and kissed Charlie on the cheek. As careful as he could, Rick stood
and walked towards the door. He looked back at his son once more just
before closing the door.


"Daddy?" Charlie called out.


"Yeah, baby?"


"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Without hesitation, Rick went back to
the bed, picked his son up and he carried Charlie next door to his room.
Rick, as he did earlier, pulled back the blankets and laid Charlie down.
He stripped down to his boxers and got into bed. Charlie moved into his
father's arms and went back to sleep, but not before saying, "I love
you, Daddy."


Rick kissed Charlie on the head and said, "I love you so much,
Charlie."


School was boring for the Barton boys. All three plead their cases for
having Friday off, but Rick didn't want to hear it. "You already had
yesterday off."


"Yeah, so a four-day weekend would be great!" Billy offered, but was
swiftly rejected.


Charlie got on the bus dreading seeing Jack, but his bully was nowhere to
be seen. He found a seat in the middle of the bus and waited for someone
to tell him to move; however, nobody said a word to him. He looked around
and the usual conversations were had.


The bus pulled up to the school, and Charlie was met by David and Joey.
They went to the cafeteria for breakfast and talked about how much fun
they had in Ry's game. The unease between David and Joey was gone, and
they were eager to stay again to continue their trek into the Haunted
Forest of Trask.


As the friends entered their classroom, they saw Jack was in his seat.
Normally, he was talking to everyone around him. Instead, he was silent
and looking intently at his book, while everyone else around him carried
on conversations.


Charlie and Joey watched David take his seat, making sure that Jack
didn't say anything to him. Fortunately, David sat without any contact.
The day passed without incident. It was the usual work and no fun of a
normal school day. At lunch, they noticed that Jack wasn't surrounded by
his usual crowd of admirers. It was just him and the two of the boys he
was with Halloween night. He also looked depressed.


At recess, Charlie saw that Jack wasn't playing with his other friends;
in fact, he wasn't doing much aside from sitting and talking to the two
boys from lunch. Charlie felt bad for some reason. Jack was being a dick
to him that night, call him a liar and then called Joey a faggot, so
there was no reason for Charlie to feel guilty or responsible for Jack
not having many friends...but he did.


Just before class was let out, Jack ran out of the room crying. He had
dropped a piece of paper by David's feet, which David got a quick look at
before it was taken by Mrs. McGrady. Charlie saw the shock and shame on
David's face, which seemed to justify the feelings he had all day.


"What did the note say?" Joey asked as they walked towards the buses.


David didn't want to say it, but Joey bugged him till David caved. "It
said, 'Boner Boy.'"


Joey cracked up laughing, while David and Charlie shared the same guilty
look. "What?" Joey asked, confused by his friends' lack of amusement.


"That's a really mean thing to do," David said to Joey.


"I didn't give him that note," Joey said, annoyed at the accusation.


"Well, someone told whoever did it."


"It wasn't me," Joey stated flatly. "I was with you two yesterday and
all day today, remember?"


"I wonder who told everyone then?" Charlie asked, hoping to cut the
tension.


"It was probably one of Jack's friends. You know, one of the other guys
with him? I bet they did it."


It seemed logical, since none of them had the opportunity to do it, but
it didn't diminish Charlie's feelings of responsibility over the
situation.


All three boys took the bus to the trailer park David and Joey lived in.
It was in the opposite direction of his own house and was only a few
blocks from where Will lived. Charlie was staying the night at David's so
he could honor his promise to go to church in exchange for David going
trick-or-treating. Joey wasn't allowed to stay, since their fathers
didn't like each other. Apparently, Mr. Bell didn't like Mr. Williams's
religious views and went out of his way to annoy the man. Joey made it
clear that his father hated everyone who was religious, so it wasn't
anything personal against David's dad, whom Mr. Bell called, "That
Goddamn Jesus Freak."


The trailer park itself looked rundown. The roads looked like they hadn't
been paved in decades. There were no sidewalks and potholes cratered the
road, which was a mix of asphalt and mud. Most of the yards were covered
in high grass or had broken down cars, beer cans and engine parts in
them. Cats ran everywhere and dogs barked relentlessly as they walked by.


David lived in a three bedroom, double-wide trailer towards the front of
the park, while Joey lived in the back. Charlie thought the place looked
like a maze. David's yard was surprisingly well kept compared to the
neighbors, though there were a few toys in the yard. The grass was mowed
and there was a little flower bed out front, with an awkwardly large
cross in the middle.


Most of the trailers looked like a good, strong wind would blow them
over. David's looked like it was brand new. As they entered, they had to
take off their shoes. The house was cramped but homey. Mrs. Williams was
at the stove cooking what Charlie guessed was a stew, while David's older
sisters were at the table doing homework. David's younger siblings were
playing in the living room, while a children's show played in the
background.


After David introduced Charlie to everyone, they went to the room David
shared with his brothers. It was a small room with one large mattress on
the floor. Charlie had been told by his dad and siblings that his room
was a mess, but after seeing the state of David's room, Charlie felt a
lot better about his housekeeping skills. Toys and clothes were scattered
everywhere. There were no doors to the closet, which was packed with
boxes and more clothing. The dresser had several drawers that were broken
and left open. Charlie had to follow David's footsteps to keep from
crushing something underfoot.


"Sorry about the mess," David offered, looking and sounding
self-conscious.


"It's okay," Charlie said. "You've seen my room twice, so I have
nothing to complain about."


"I guess."


Charlie changed the subject to the roleplaying game, and his plans for
taking out the ogre in the forest. Around dinner time, there was a knock
on the bedroom door. Mr. Williams stuck his head in and introduced
himself. He seemed nice enough, which helped ease Charlie. He hadn't met
too many preachers and those he had were assholes.


Before they ate, Mr. Williams had everyone hold hands, so he could say a
prayer. Charlie held David's hand, who was sitting to his left, and
David's elder sister's hand, who was sitting to his right. Charlie was
far from religious, not having been raised in anything formal. He never
understood the point of praying before eating. In fact, every time he had
prayed nothing had happened like everyone said should happen. He didn't
rule out the possibility of Satan, though, especially after what he saw
the night of the accident.


Dinner itself wasn't that great. Charlie didn't like the stew, feeling it
was over salted and the meat tasted funny. He ate it to be polite,
however, but he was even more thankful that Ry was a good cook. He did
have to admit, though, that the meal was still better than anything his
dad could make.


Charlie felt bored. Mr. Williams didn't believe in video games and the TV
was only on educational or religious television. About an hour before
bed, the family had a private bible study. The topic was sin, which David
said was a common theme with his father. Mr. Williams talked about all
kinds of sins from swearing to sex, and how every sinner was going to go
to Hell unless they asked Jesus for forgiveness. Charlie instantly saw
the loophole in the study: I can do whatever I want, so long as I ask
Jesus to forgive me, he thought. Charlie did the best he could to get
through it, wondering if the next day was going to be worse.


Charlie tried sleeping but he kept getting woken up by David's younger
brother, Derick, who couldn't sleep because of Charlie's snoring. Fed up,
he decided to take a walk and wait for Derick to get to sleep. He
considered going to Will's and sleeping in his bed there, but he had made
a promise to Mr. Williams and didn't want David to feel bad that he left.


He decided to walk around the park and see if he could find Joey's place.
There were three roads before him, so he went down the one to his left.
It was a cold night and fog had rolled in, making things worse. Being a
bigger kid did help but only a little.


Charlie didn't know how long he had been walking when he saw an oddly
familiar vehicle parked nearby:  It was Justin's. In the entire time he
had known the teen, Justin never mentioned living in a trailer park.
Charlie looked around. Justin's was the only car in the driveway. His
yard was well kept, like David's but without the cross and toys.


Charlie saw a light coming from a window halfway down the single-wide. A
devilish grin spread on his face, as a wicked plan formed in his head.
The image of him scaring Justin by knocking the window then hiding before
getting caught made him chuckle. He walked to the window and saw that it
was too high for him to see into. He looked around and found a rickety
box next to the porch. Charlie carefully brought it to the window and
climbed on it. The box was wobbly and Charlie had to stand on his
tiptoes, while trying to maintain his balance, to see properly into the
room.


Justin was on his bed, naked. His dick was fully erect. Charlie watched
as Justin slid his hand up and down the shaft, pulling his foreskin back
and forth. Justin was masturbating slowly, while looking intently at his
phone. Charlie's heart pounded in his chest. He felt scared. Charlie knew
he was watching something he shouldn't be but couldn't pull his eyes
away. Justin picked up his pace as his body started to go rigid. Charlie
saw Justin's toes curl and his back arch as a white liquid shot from the
tip of his dick, covering his stomach. Justin slowed his stroking, face
red, and he seemed out of breath. Justin looked around, while holding his
hand at a distance; he got some of the liquid all over it. Justin swung
his feet off of the bed and set down his phone. He left the room, still
naked, and went down the hall.


Feeling uncomfortable, Charlie decided he had witnessed too much and went
to climb down. As he looked down, Charlie caught the glimpse of something
that sent chills down his spine. His mouth went dry as his eyes focused
on Justin's phone. What he saw made him sick.


On Justin's screen was a video of Justin in a shower...and he wasn't
alone. Charlie was with him. It was footage from the day they had gone to
the pool. The video showed them washing each other. Charlie saw his own,
naked body covered in soap, and even saw himself peeing on Justin's foot.


Charlie let out a quivering breath and went to jump down, but the box
collapsed out from under him. He fell against the aluminum siding with a
loud bang and hit the ground, hitting his knee on a sharp rock. Unable to
stop himself, Charlie let out a cry of pain and grabbed his leg.


"Hello?" Justin called out before turning on the porch light. "Is
someone there?" Justin jumped off the porch and rushed into the yard.
"Charlie? What are you doing here?"


***Coming Soon, Chapter 27***