Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2021 02:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 29 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 29


Sunday was coming too soon for Billy. He had spent the entire weekend at
his father's house preparing for the emergency student union meeting at
lunch on Sunday. All Michael would say was that they were looking into
reorganizing the union. If there were positions open, Billy reasoned, he
wanted to take on a larger role.


Billy was still uncertain about Justin. Even though his boyfriend said he
loved him, the timing seemed odd. If Justin really loved him, why didn't
he just say so instead of waiting till the next day? Justin was also
being rather clingy, which was getting on Billy's nerves. Justin offered
to stay the weekend with him, but Billy said he really needed to
concentrate instead.


"What do you want for dinner?" Will asked, poking his head into Billy's
room.


"Huh?" Billy asked, coming out of his thoughts. "Oh, I don't care."
Billy returned to his notes but still couldn't focus.


Will walked in and sat at the end of his son's bed. He carefully removed
the teen's notepad and said, "So, what's going with you?"


Billy reached for the notepad but wasn't fast enough to grab it before
his dad pulled it away. He threw his hands down out of frustration and
sighed. "I'm fine, Dad. Seriously, I'm fine."


"Really?" Will asked. "Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"


Billy gave his father a judgmental look. "Alright," he said, pouting a
little. "Justin said he loves me."


"Is that a bad thing?"


"Yeah--no--not really," Billy stammered. "I don't know!" He threw his
arms up and fell back on his bed.


"I see that," Will said, laying down next to his son. "Do you love
him?"


"It's complicated."


"It always is," Will chuckled, earning him a stern look. "What I mean
is that love is never simple. Look what happened between me and your
mother."


"You cheated on her and she sent you to prison for raping me and the
girl you were having an affair with, which lead to more false allegations
until you could clear your name...for the most part"


"Okay, not the best example, I'll admit, but before my indiscretion, we
were madly in love, but we had the worst ways of showing it." Will took
hold of Billy's right hand and added, "In fact, you are the best thing
to come from all that complication."


Billy blushed and squeezed his dad's hand. "I wonder what life would've
been like if you and Mom never got divorced."


"You mean, if I never cheated on your mother?"


"I guess that's fair."


Will took a deep breath and said, "For starters, you wouldn't have your
brothers or Rick. To be honest, though, I don't think we would've stayed
together much longer. If I hadn't caught your grandfather molesting you
on that day, I would have eventually, and it would've ended my
relationship with your mom, especially since she's still in denial about
what really happened that night."


Billy nodded. He had seen the video evidence for himself. It still made
him sick thinking of when he saw his grandfather raping the 2-year-old
him, which lead to the implosion of his family that still hadn't settled
just over 14 years later. "I guess you're right," Billy said, "but I'd
be an only child, though, so there's always an upside."


Will chuckled and said, "You say that now, but I remember when you saw
Charlie in that hospital bed the night he was found at Ry's old house.
You can't fake love like that no matter how much you want to deny it."


"I suppose not. But you have to admit Charlie and Ry are annoying at
times."


"I admit nothing," Will said, getting to his feet. "And, you're no
angel either, my dear boy. Get your shoes on. I'm hungry."


Billy jumped up and hugged his father. Will hugged his son back and said,
"I love you, Billy."


"I love you, too, Dad."


After dinner, Billy tried returning to his notes, but it was no use.
Justin had messaged him several times, but Billy ignored them till
bedtime. Justin sent at least ten texts. Mostly Justin wanted to know
what time Billy wanted to be picked up and if everything was okay. It
took him some time to sort out his words, but Billy eventually told
Justin to meet him in the morning around 11 and that everything was fine
and even attacked a dick pic as evidence (one of the pics he had sent
Rick before).  He waited for Justin's response, and was a little annoyed
that he didn't get one, though he assumed that Justin must have gone to
sleep.


Billy opened up the browser on his phone and looked around for porn. He
was in the mood for some daddy breeding videos. He hated studio porn,
since it was too fake and the acting was horrible. He liked amateur porn,
especially hidden camera videos. The idea of secretly watching Rick
fucking another boy his age got Billy instantly hard.


He quickly threw off the blankets so they wouldn't get stained from his
precum. Billy kept a towel nearby for such occasions and laid it over his
chest and belly, hoping he didn't shoot his load over head, which was a
problem when Justin fucked him.


Given how difficult it was to find amateur porn, he had saved some of his
favorite videos, but none of them appealed to his desires. Eventually, he
settled on a video of a college guy going to this older man's apartment.
The younger guy got completely naked, as the older man laid on the couch,
blindfolded, naked and on his back. The younger guy was muscular and very
tan, maybe even of Hispanic or Native American ancestry.


Billy rubbed his hand over the circumcised head of his penis, applying
the dribbling, clear liquid up and down his shaft. He watched as the boy
got between the older man's legs and began to stroke the daddy's cock,
while the daddy applied lube to the boy's longer, harder dick. The boy
pushed the older man's legs up and aligned his stiff, boy cock with the
daddy's ass and entered the older man.


Billy's imagination took over. At first, he replaced the older man with
his love, Rick, and the boy with Justin. In his mind's eye, he saw Justin
slowly fucking Rick, occasionally falling out, only to readjust himself.
Once Justin got the rhythm, he leaned in and kissed Rick. It was then
that his mind rejected the pairing and Billy started to go limp.


However, he got aroused again once his mind replaced Justin with Ry.
Billy's cock got rock hard as he imagined Rick and Ry kissing. Rick
wrapped his arms around Ry's neck, pulling him in closer, as Ry slammed
his huge cock into their dad. Billy stroked his own cock in time with
Ry's pelvic thrusts. Billy slid his left hand between his legs and stuck
a couple fingers in his ass, remembering what it was like having his
older brother inside of him. Even though it had been almost four years
since Ry was last inside of Billy, his anus remembered the sensations
well.


Billy continued to finger and stroke himself, as his mind had Ry holding
Rick's ankles and fucking their dad without mercy. He felt the build up
of juices in his balls just as Ry gave a couple slow, hard thrusts in
Rick's ass, indicating that he had just bred their dad. Billy's cock
exploded all over the towel and his face, as he saw the boy pull out of
the daddy, who then sucked the remaining cum from the boy.


As the boy got up to leave the apartment, Billy set down his phone and
began to clean up. Luckily, his pillow was clean and dry; however, his
towel definitely needed to be washed. He soon felt disgusted with himself
for thinking of Ry and Rick like that, let alone getting off to it.


What was worse, however, was the feeling of loss and sadness. He never
wanted to lose Ry as a boyfriend. Billy tried his best to tell Ry that he
didn't want to just be brothers, that Ry was his whole world; however,
his brother didn't want to hear it. He said some rather nasty things;
sadly, some of them were true. But, Billy begged his brother to change
his mind and that he was sorry for making Ry feel like he wasn't enough.
It was no good in the end. Will and Rick came into the room and separated
them, while Charlie ran to Ry instead of him. That little act of betrayal
hurt Billy more than anyone would know. Will took Billy back to his
place, and when he returned, Billy was moved to another room, across the
hall from Charlie.


While at Will's that night, Billy contemplated calling things off with
Rick. As much as he was in love with his dad, he knew at that moment that
he was far more in love with Ry. His best-friend, his lover, his brother
was everything to him. Billy did the best he could to take care of Ry,
and it didn't matter that Ry was still in a wheelchair or couldn't get an
erection. But, one mistake ruined everything.


Billy pulled his blankets up to his chin and curled into a ball. He began
to cry as the painful memories and wishes brought everything up again. He
didn't want to love again, at least anyone besides Rick. He didn't want
to experience heartache like that ever again; however, he was in love
with Justin and Justin was in love with him. Billy fell asleep wishing
that he could go back in time and fix every mistake in his life.


"Morning," Will said, as Billy crossed the hall into the bathroom.


Still half-asleep, Billy mumbled, "Morning." His sleep was fitful at
best. He had a dream that Charlie confronted him about sleeping with
their dad. Charlie screamed and cried about not being loved enough
because Billy took everything from him.


Billy stood under the shower head trying to wash away the pangs of guilt
and the memories of his sexual fantasy, his guilt-laden dream and the
mourning he still felt about losing Ry. In this process, he tried to
remind himself that he still had Ry in his life, though they still
weren't on the best of terms. There was also Rick whom he loved with all
his heart. Charlie didn't hate him as much as Billy assumed, but they
weren't as close as brothers should be. And he had his biological father,
who never judged him but only offered love and support.


...Then there was Justin....


Will had breakfast prepared by the time Billy came out of his room, fully
dressed and as ready as he felt he could get for the meeting. Will made
French toast and grits. He handed his son a plate, as the teen sat and
started to comb through his notes, making last minute adjustments. Billy
had never tried grits before. Assuming it was like oatmeal, he went to
pour milk on it, but was hastily stopped by Will, who looked like someone
had offended him horribly. "Stop!" Will nearly shouted. "It's a hot
cereal."


"I got that," Billy said, looking confused.


"It's a savory, hot cereal. You add butter, salt and pepper to it, not
milk and sugar." Will handed Billy a spoonful from his own bowl.
Reluctantly, Billy tried it. It wasn't bad; almost like corn on the cob,
he thought. Will watched as Billy fixed his grits like his father. Will
also mentioned that Billy could add hot sauce if he wanted, but Billy
wasn't much of a fan of spicy foods.


It was 10 o'clock when Justin knocked on the door, letting himself in.
Much to Billy's dismay and surprise, Justin had Charlie with him. His
brother was limping badly and was being supported by Justin. Charlie was
moved to the couch in the living room, where Will brought him some
breakfast. Like with Billy, Will was scandalized when Charlie wanted to
add milk and sugar to his grits; however, Charlie stood firm with his
choice, not liking how Will's serving tasted.


"Why did you bring Charlie?" Billy asked his boyfriend. Justin gave the
story he and Charlie came up with, and Billy seemed to buy it. To
Charlie, Billy said, "So, why aren't you at Church or whatever?"


"Well," Charlie said, around a mouthful of syrupy bread. He swallowed
and continued. "David's dad is nice, I guess, but he started talking
about sinners. He mentioned how all gay people were going to Hell, and I
wanted to say something but also didn't want David to get mad at me. So,
I didn't say anything at first. We then had a Bible study thing, and the
lady running it continued saying gay people were bad and evil."


"What a bitch," Billy said. He looked to his father in case he was
about to get told off for his language, but Will didn't say anything,
only nodding his agreement.


"So," Charlie continued, "I kept raising my hand demanding to know why
she was teaching hate when Jesus supposedly taught tolerance. She
wouldn't back up her statements, except to say, 'The Good Book says so,'
and when I asked where in the dumb book it said it, she would tell me
where, but I never found it.


"I finally said that I have a gay brother, who has a boyfriend, and a bi
brother, who has a girlfriend. She looked scared and angry at me, as if I
killed someone. She said you, Ry and Justin were going to go to Hell, but
Ry might not if he asks Jesus to forgive him and stops sleeping with men.


"I got mad and told her if anyone was going to Hell it was her and
people like her for being bullies and treating people like shit because
of who they are and who they love. She really got mad and said I was
going to go to Hell, too. I was kicked out after I laughed at her and
said that Hell wasn't real, anyway, and if I did go to Hell, I'd at least
be with the people I love and not her dumbass or other idiots like her."


"That's when I got a call asking for a ride," Justin added. He looked
at Charlie with great pride.


Billy stood and walked over to his little brother. Charlie looked at him
with uncertainty, as if he thought Billy was going to yell at him;
however, Billy sat next to him and pulled his brother into a tight hug,
which nearly dumped Charlie's plate onto the rug. Charlie set the plate
on a nearby table and hugged his brother back.


"I'm sorry I've been a dick to you," Billy whispered, on the verge of
tears.


"It's okay," Charlie said, feeling overwhelmed himself.


"You know I love you, don't you?"


"I do now," Charlie said, tears falling down his cheeks.


Billy insisted that Charlie came along to the meeting, which shocked
everyone. However, Billy had an idea, which required Charlie's
assistance. Billy insisted on carrying Charlie into the cafe. Charlie was
puzzled by the act, since he couldn't remember the last time Billy had
done such a thing. Charlie was introduced to everyone before being placed
in a chair near the front. Justin got all of them drinks, as Billy
reviewed his notes one more time.


"Hey," Trevor said, as he took the seat next to Billy. "Who's this?"
Billy gave introductions, since Trevor had only just entered the meeting
area.


Charlie looked around and said to Trevor, "Why are you the only gay,
black kid here?"


Billy's eyes grew wide, but Trevor chuckled. "You're pretty smart for a
little kid."


"I'm 10," Charlie said, a little disgruntled.


"My bad," Trevor said, holding his hands up as if surrendering.


Justin came back and sat on the other side of Charlie. He apologized for
not getting Trevor anything, which Trevor politely dismissed. His
attention was solely on the union council members, who were taking their
seats.


"Welcome everyone," Michael said as they stood. They looked around and
continued, "It looks like we have a few new faces today! Welcome one and
all." Their eyes fell upon Charlie and looked a little confused but
moved on. "I suppose you want to know why we're all here again. Well,
it's because the council had a meeting to discuss some of the concerns
brought up at the last gathering (Michael shot a quick and unmissed
glance at Trevor), and we think most of you will be satisfied with what
we've come up with."


Sarah passed around another sheet of paper and some 3x5 index cards.
Charlie took a copy and some of the cards. He was already bored but
didn't want to miss spending time with his brother, especially after the
nice things Billy had said to him earlier.


"Okay," Michael continued, "As you can see, our first item up for
discussion is pretty major." They looked around hoping to see excitement
that wasn't present. "Fine," Michael continued, sounding a little
disappointed but undeterred. "Anyway, the student council is opening
itself to lower classmen. Juniors will be allowed to hold higher office,
instead of it being strictly available to seniors. Isn't that exciting?"


Billy felt a little excited about the prospect. Although he was still a
sophomore, the idea of being a leader on the council all of his junior
year was exciting. He looked over at Trevor, who maintained his usual,
disinterested appearance. Billy looked to Justin, hoping to share his
excitement, but his brother and boyfriend were playing tic tac toe on one
of the index cards. Frustrated, Billy turned his attention back to
Michael's speech.


"A special election will be held next week. As you can see, on the back
of the handouts, you can see the positions currently open for election."
Everyone, except Charlie and Justin, flipped their papers over. Billy
noticed that all open positions were minor ones. The top posts--Union
President, Vice President, Treasurer and Secretary--were unavailable.


"What the fuck is this?" Trevor called out. Everyone in the room turned
their attention to him. He seemed unperturbed by the looks. "Why aren't
your positions up for reelection?"


Michael turned red in the face, and their body language became very
rigid. "The voting members of the council decided that it was best that
our positions remain to keep with continuity for the rest of the school
year. In April, we'll hold the normal election and juniors and sophomores
will be allowed to enter the races for the top positions along with the
lower posts."


"So," Trevor said, looking strained, as if trying to find the right
words. "Your positions are safe, because you made sure of it; however,
everyone else who doesn't get a vote, gets to lose their jobs.
Interesting how those people are also the racial minorities in the group,
while all you white people get to keep your seats of power."


Michael snapped. They slammed their hand on the table before them and
said, "This doesn't have anything to do with race, Trevor, and how dare
you make it about it!"


As angry as Michael was, Trevor was just as calm. "But this is about
race. If it wasn't, why are there only white people running the show, and
why aren't your positions available? I'm sure you all think you're 'woke'
or whatever, but you're not. Your so-called inclusion only extends to
committee posts with no real power, since all you white people get to be
the only ones voting."


"You don't know what you're talking about! You don't know the struggles
we've gone through to get as far as we have."


Even Billy knew that statement was both bullshit and stupid. For the
first time, Trevor broke his facade with a laugh. "I'm a gay, black kid
living in the United States of America! Men now make up 49% of the world
population. 13% of the US population is African American, and only 10%
off all humans on the planet are gay or identify as part of the LGBTQIA+
Community. I'm a minority, in a minority in a minority. Hell, this kid
over here (he pointed at Charlie, who looked like he wanted to hide
behind Justin) saw that I was the only gay, black kid in the room, while
you ignored every person of color who walked through those doors.


"I'm sure you're going to whisper among each other later about how the
angry, black man didn't know what he was talking about, because you don't
see color and other bullshit excuses you can come up with to justify your
inherent racism. After all, that's what you did to justify your clearly
pathetic, bread crumbs.


"I also can see that none of you brought anything here accept your
manifests and cards; however, Billy brought a stack of notes with ideas
for the union, but, because he's only a 10th-grader, his idea will be
ignored by everyone one of you, since that's all you've done to him as
far as I can tell.


"And one last thing, before you either kick me out or lynch me, I think
I'll be starting my own student union. One that is all inclusive, where
everyone gets a real vote, and where everyone's ideas are heard and
considered."


"You can't!" Michael shouted, looking both triumphant and desperate.
"The school only allows one student union per minority group, so you
can't start one without getting in trouble."


Trevor gave Michael a pitying look and, with a tone often reserved for a
simpleton, replied, "I don't need permission to meet with people who
want to take a stand against bullies and bigots, while promoting positive
relationships and a greater sense of Community. In fact, I did just this
very thing at my last school, and they're still going strong."


"And my dad is a lawyer," Billy almost shouted. His heart was pounding
in his chest. He didn't know why but everything Trevor said made sense.
Nothing he ever tried talking to Michael about was ever properly listened
to, and the student council acted like they were better than everyone
else. Billy took a steady breath and added, "I'm sure he would have no
problem taking the school to court for stopping us from forming an
official student union."


"Fine!" Michael shouted. "Get out, both of you! And if anyone wants to
go with them, you can fucking leave, too!"


Without waiting, Trevor left the building. Justin gathered their things,
as Billy picked up Charlie and started towards the door. Michael
continued shouting but Billy ignored them.


"Wow!" Charlie said, in Billy's ear.


"I'm sorry you had to hear all that," Billy said, half holding, half
hugging his brother hoping to steady his own nerves.


"That was awesome!" Charlie said, hugging Billy back. "And all those
people are getting up, too!"


"What?" Billy said, turning around. Charlie shifted himself in Billy's
arms to get a better look at the emerging crowd. At least half of the
students in the room walked out, including all the minority members of
the student council.


One of them, Tobin, a queer, Asian exchange student from Canada, walked
up to Billy and tried shaking his hand, but awkwardly grabbed a few
fingers and rubbed Charlie's butt. "Sorry," he said, "so what's the
next step?"


"What do you mean?" Billy asked in return.


"You and that Trevor guy seemed to have planned this whole thing, so
what's the next step?"


"All of you, give me your numbers," Trevor said, as he separated
himself from another group of defectors. "I'm going to create an app
tonight and let everyone know when our first meeting will be and what to
expect, including a vote on who is in charge."


"Won't you be in charge?" Tobin asked.


"That's how they got it wrong," Trevor said, pointing to the cafe. "We
won't repeat their mistakes."


Justin took Charlie from Billy, so the latter could talk to Trevor and
everyone hanging outside. After the crowd dispersed, Trevor hung out and
talked with Billy. Charlie limped over to Trevor and asked if he could
come to the meeting, too. Trevor chuckled and said he was fine with it,
so long as Billy was. Billy saw the look of pride in his brother's brown
eyes and couldn't say no.


"Cool," Trevor said, walking towards his own car, "I'll send you a
text, so we can set up a meeting to go over your ideas."


"Okay," Billy said, before getting in Justin's car.


"Well, that was something," Justin said, as he pulled away from the
curb. "I think that was the most exciting meeting we've ever had."


"That was awesome!" Charlie repeated from the backseat. "Trevor is so
cool!"


"Yeah, he is," Billy agreed. "He's very cool."


***Coming Soon, Chapter 30***