Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2023 01:00:00 -0700 From: John Henry Subject: Growing Up Ry Chapter 12 (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 18, with scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children, and sibilings. 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 12 Charlie was bored. His mother and Ry had been gone for way too long. The meet with the rest of the family should've only taken a few minutes, unless his dad was being a dick as usual. Charlie couldn't help but roll his eyes. There was a part of him that would always love his father and half-brother, but that part was being stifled by the fact that he felt betrayed and unsupported by both. Despite everything he had survived--no thanks to them--he was still being treated like a child. He was father now, for fuck's sake, so he didn't get why he still had to ask for permission and have other make his choices for him. Charlie has spent quite a while on the streets making his own choices. It was true that not all of them were good, like getting hooked on drugs and becoming a teen parent, but even adults fuck up. He looked down at the sleeping baby girl in his arms. Bethany had the cutest little snore. He could hear Sam saying, "Yep, she's your kid, alright." Remembering Sam hurt a lot. Bethany had her mother's face, especially while sleeping. He smiled and gently caressed his daughter's cheek. Without warning, a voice called out, "Anyone home?" As the front door flew open. Charlie jumped in shock, causing the baby to wake up and cry. "What the fuck?!" Charlie bellowed, as he pulled Bethany up to his chest. His anger almost subsided instantly at the sight of his best friend and former lover, Joey Bell. "Dude!" Charlie said in a near whisper. "Shut the fucking the door." Joey looked over at Charlie, smiling, but his expression changed to one of shock at the sight of the baby. He closed the door and sat next to Charlie on the couch. "Are you babysitting?" Joey asked. His voice was still in a high register despite having started puberty a few years prior. If it hadn't been for the thin line of hair on his upper lip, Joey could've still passed for a 10-year-old instead of 14. Charlie wasn't sure how to answer the question but chose to go with the truth. "I don't know. Can you really babysit your own kid?" It took Joey a second to realize what Charlie was implying. "Holy fuck, Bro! How?! When?! With who?!" "We've had sex plenty of times, so I think you know 'how.' She's a couple weeks old, so that should tell you 'when.' And a girl I met on the streets. Her name was Sam." Joey's mind was blown and he barely paid attention to the answers Charlie gave. "Bro, I thought you were gay, too." "It's complicated, but either way, I have a daughter now." Joey gave a little snort of laughter, causing Charlie to glare at him. Trying not to laugh too much, Joey explained, "I guess this makes you a 'Daddy' then." "Shut up!" Charlie said, trying not to smirk. "You're lucky I got my baby in my arms." "Or what? You're gonna spank me, Daddy, for being a bad boy?" "God, you suck!" "And better than the last time you were in my mouth," Joey said with a wink. Charlie blushed a little. The last time he and Joey hooked up was one of the last times Charlie had run away. It had been pouring rain, and he had nowhere else to go. Mr. Bell was kind enough to let Charlie stay, though he ended up ratting Charlie out to Ry. However, Charlie and Joey had a really fun night, since Charlie was "forced" to sleep naked due to not having any dry clothing. "I hope you got better. You've whored around some of the hookers I've met." "Bitch!" Joey said, slapping Charlie's leg so as not to bump the now sleeping baby. "Anyway, how have you been, aside from being a dad? I haven't seen you in forever. I've really missed you." Charlie got up and put Bethany in her bassinet. He sat back down next to Joey and took the boy's hand in his. "I've been...not good. I ran into a bad crowd, got hooked on drugs, became a teen dad, and now, Mom and Ry are fighting with Dad and Billy to get me into rehab." "I'm really sorry to hear that," Joey said, pulling Charlie into a hug. "I wish you came to me. I might have been able to help." Charlie returned the hug and said, "After your dad snitched on me last time, I wasn't willing to deal with that again. Besides, I wouldn't have had Bethany." "I suppose," Joey said, giving one last squeeze before pulling away but making sure to still hold Charlie's hand. "You could've still tried contacting me. We might not be together anymore, but I still love the hell out of you." "I love you, too, and I'm not planning on running away again. I've got too much to lose now." "That's good to hear." Charlie thought for a second and asked, "Why are you here, anyway? Did Ry tell you I came home?" "No," Joey said, blushing a little. "I've been coming by for dinner every Sunday since you left. At first I was coming by every day hoping you'd be home. Your mom kept getting annoyed, so Ry asked me to come by once a week for dinner. Now, I'm kinda mad he didn't tell me you came back but not that mad." "I didn't want anyone to know just yet," Charlie explained. "I didn't even want my dad or Billy to know, but Trevor accidentally told them." "I get that," Joey replied, squeezing Charlie hand, while absentmindedly stroking it with his thumb. "I wish things could go back to the way they were before all that bullshit with Justin and Brenda." "If I remember right, you bullied me and David until I kicked your ass." "There is that," Joey said, laying his head on Charlie's shoulder. "Speaking of David, he and his family moved about six months ago." "Oh," Charlie said. "Do you know where to?" "Somewhere on the other side of town, I guess. He stopped talking to me a while ago. I think his dad finally found out that I'm gay and didn't want David to 'catch' it or some bullshit." Charlie remembered David's father well. Mr. Daniels was a preacher and a rather conservative one. David, despite his father's teachings, didn't seem to believe in any of it but also wasn't the type of kid to stand up for himself or his beliefs. They hadn't really talked since he came home after his kidnapping. Charlie wasn't exactly in the right state of mind to be dealing with people after what Justin did to him, and David was too sensitive a kid to have dealt with Charlie's attitude. Charlie missed David a lot, though. "Anyway," Joey added, placing his hand on Charlie's knee and sliding his hand up. "When was the last time you got laid?" Charlie shuttered at the touch. "A few months ago, I think." "You poor thing. You must have blue balls, something bad." "Kinda," Charlie said, allowing Joey to rub his ever going crotch. In truth, he hadn't thought about sex since his last time. With Sam being pregnant, trying to be sober and being homeless, he had a lot more to care about than getting laid. "How much time do you think we have?" "Enough," Charlie said, jumping to his feet, and pulling Joey up the stairs to his and Ry's room. Charlie was out of his shorts in a matter of seconds. Given that was all he was wearing, he used the time to watch Joey get undressed. He had forgotten how sexy his friend was. Joey had gotten taller and broader since the last time they had seen one another, which made an almost humorous contradiction given Joey's more flamboyant and feminine personality. Joey, for his part, tried not getting distracted by Charlie, who was slowly stroking his circumcised cock. "Hold on," Joey said, halfway through pulling off his pants. "When did you get circumcised?" Charlie stopped stroking himself. His expression changed from one of lust to shame. That night was mostly a haze, but he remembered the aftermath all too well. "I don't wanna talk about it." he said, hoping it would get dropped before he lost the mood. "Did you do it to yourself or did someone else do it to you?" Joey asked, sounding concerned yet accusatory. "I said I don't want to talk about it." "Please, Charlie, just answer that question, and I'll drop it." Charlie took a deep breath and replied, "I did it to myself...then someone fixed it, alright?" "No, it's not alright, but I'm dropping it." Joey couldn't make eye contact with Charlie, as he finished removing the rest of his clothing. Joey couldn't help trying to figure out what got into Charlie to make him cut at his own penis. He and his brother were also victims of Justin, but he never would've done something that crazy. Charlie moved up to the headboard as Joey climbed between his legs face first. Charlie was fully erect and already dripping a lot of precum. Joey took hold of Charlie's shaft, opened his mouth and took in all five inches. Joey didn't like big dicks and thought that Charlie's was perfect. It was just enough to hit the back of his throat but not long enough to be shoved down it. He hated guys who wanted him to deep throat, especially since he still had his tonsils. Charlie leaned back against the pillows and ran his fingers through Joey's hair. He remembered the first time they had fooled around. They were 10-years-old. The night before, they had shared their first kiss and the second night was full of amazing sexual exploration. Charlie was unsure of his sexuality at the time, but he wasn't scared to be with another boy, especially after everything Justin had gotten him to do first. Charlie shook his head, clearing his thoughts about his abuser. He wanted to be in the moment and enjoy being with Joey again. As he worked Charlie's cock, Joey shifted around so he could play with his own. Like Charlie, Joey was circumcised. A doctor had done it shortly after he was born, so he had no memory of the procedure. He couldn't help thinking of what dark thoughts had driven Charlie to mutilate himself. He was having a problem staying hard because of it and figured jerking himself off might help. "Something wrong?" Charlie asked, watching Joey's struggle to get hard. Joey pulled away and said, "No; just not getting there yet." "We're 14," Charlie said, guessing what his friend's issue was. "Unless you have cancer or something, getting a boner is like breathing to us. What's really going on?" Joey looked down at the bed, avoiding Charlie's glare. "I said I would drop it." Charlie rolled his eyes. "It's not a big deal--" "'Not a big deal'? You cut off your fucking foreskin, Charlie! Of course it's a big deal!" "You're blowing this out of proportion," Charlie said, pulling a pillow over his lap. "And you're treating it like you cut your hair. We might not have seen each other in over a year, but I still love and care about you. You mutilating yourself isn't okay. Does Ry know?" "I don't know," Charlie replied. "I think so, but he hasn't said anything to me about it if he did." "Why did you do it?" It was the question he had been wanting to avoid answering since it happened. He had even refused to tell Sam who was there when it happened. Charlie sighed and said, "I was really high. I don't remember doing it, but I remember going to the guy who fixed it." Joey didn't know what to say, he was so shocked. After a minute or two, he said, "You just happen to know a guy who does circumcisions?" "It's complicated," Charlie said, trying to sound done with the conversation; however, Joey didn't seem to want to let it go. "Complicated how? Can you just google someone who does back alley circumcisions?" "I'm done," Charlie said, climbing off the bed and grabbing his shorts. Joey opened his mouth to protest more but was stopped by the bedroom door opening. Ry stood in the doorway taking in the scene before him. "Um, sorry to interrupt," Ry said awkwardly, as Joey moved Ry's pillow over his nude form. "We're home--clearly--I'm going to make dinner soon. Joey, you're welcome to stay, of course...unless you've got what you came here for." Charlie pulled on his shorts and pushed passed Ry without saying a word. Joey awkwardly thanked Ry and waited for the grown man to leave, so he could get dressed. Ry closed the door behind him and saw Charlie waiting at the top of the stairs. As Ry approached Charlie said in hushed tones, "I'm sorry about that." "You're 14," Ry said. "You and Joey have a history. I can't really expect you two to not have sex." "I guess, but nothing really happened." "Fair enough." Ry gave Charlie a quick hug. "Next time, put a sock or something on the door knob." "Why?" Charlie asked, looking confused. "I love you, but I don't want to walk in on you and another guy again." Charlie gave Ry a hug of his own and said, "I love you, too." He wanted to tell Ry so much, but Joey stumbled into the hall. Ry made his way downstairs, leaving the two friends alone. Joey looked at Charlie wearily and said, "I think I should go." "Why?" Charlie hugged Joey, who hastily returned it. "I'm sorry for my attitude. I know you were only asked out of concern because you care about me. It's not a subject I like talking about. It isn't anything personal against you. I haven't worked things out for myself regarding it, and when I do, I'll talk to you about it, okay?" "Okay," Joey said, kissing Charlie on the cheek. "Good, so you're staying for dinner, and I don't wanna hear your excuses, alright?" "Alright." Joey gave a dopey grin as Charlie gently wiped a tear from Joey's eyes. The two walked into the living room as if nothing had happened. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 13***