Author's Disclaimers: Not really sure which category this story should be in. All sexual activities are done by people over the age of 18. This story is 100% fictional.
My name is Terry Adams. I am now 21 years of age. I have led quite a life in these 21 years, and until recently, I haven't been a free man. I spent what should have been my senior year of high school, in a youth camp, as a diversion program, keeping me out of jail.
Let me expound. The summer between my Junior and Senior year of high school, I beat a man, nearly to death. Yes, I know how wrong my actions were, but I thought I was protecting a woman who I thought I was in love with.
Pretty stupid, wasn't it? Let me explain. Ever since my family moved to the 'poor side of town' when I was 12, I had this crush on the lady across the street. Bailey Harrison was her name, and just once, she was my baby sitter. Actually, she baby sat my little sister, who was only 8 at the time. At 12, I was just over 6 feet tall and a shade over 200 pounds. I knew she had a child, barely a year old, and of mixed race, but I never saw anybody who might be his father.
The last time she baby sat us, she thought we were sleeping, and had a boyfriend over. When I heard strange noises, I crept to the top of the stairs, and peeked down seeing Bailey taking off her shirt, exposing her braless boobs, with her boyfriend already naked. I must have made a noise, as she grabbed her shirt and told the man to leave.
The next day, as I was coming home from school, this man stops me, and punched me in the face, several times, telling me if I interrupted them again, he would kill me. I truly believed him.
When I told my folks what happened, they never asked Bailey to baby sit again. Even though I knew she was nearly 10 years older than me, I was hit with a serious case of puppy love.
Fast forward to that fateful summer, when Bailey moved back into our neighborhood. At nearly 18 years of age, I was now 6'5" and weighed over 275. Yes, I was a little overweight, but was one of the strongest kids at our school.
I was doing some work in the area, trying to earn some extra money, when I see a car in front of Bailey's house. I then heard a loud scream, and ran to her front door, and peeked inside the open door. This was the same asshole who had hit me those 5 years ago, so when I stepped inside, he looked at me and drew a knife on me. His first swing at me missed, and I never gave him a second try. When he missed, I swung my huge fist and connected with his jaw, shattering it.
Police came, and found me standing over this jerk, daring him to get up. What I didn't expect, was Bailey telling the cops I started the fight. It seems as if this piece of shit was her drug dealer, and possibly, her pimp. Boy, could I pick them.
I was lucky enough to go in front of a very sympathetic Judge, who was well aware of both Bailey and her boyfriend. After convincing Bailey to tell the truth, he ordered me to serve one year at a county work farm for kids, where I not only would learn some well needed skills, but some discipline. I also completed the necessary schoolwork to get my High School diploma.
Returning to my parent's home, I found a job working in construction, as that was one thing I learned I was good at. I had stayed at this work camp an extra 6 months, both helping younger kids, and learning more skills.
I was now a high school graduate, plus very employable. I was still 6'5", but slimmed down to a very well muscled 250. I do have to admit to breaking a rule, or two at my work camp, hooking up with a girl my age, who taught me a bit about sex.
Back in my parents house, I did start some long needed repairs, helping dad get these projects finished.
I did happen to notice a young boy playing outside, who looked to be about 7 or 8 years old. When I went to talk with him, I realized he was Bailey's son, Gary. When I asked why he was outside, seeing it was a crappy day, weather wise, he told me his mom had 'company'.
I could sense the sadness in his voice, and soon saw a man leaving their house, and his mom standing in the doorway, barely dressed. When she saw me, she quickly called her son inside, and slammed the door.
It seemed as if anytime I was home, there was a fairly steady stream of traffic, in and out of that house. It didn't take a genius to figure out how Bailey was making ends meet. I still had that vision in my brain of her naked tits, from when I was 12.
From time to time, Gary would come over to our house, and watch me fixing whatever I was working on. He always seemed a bit quiet, and on the sad side.
One day, when I returned home from work, there were two police cars in front of the house across the street. After a few minutes, one of the cops walked over to our house and started asking me some questions. Since I had just returned home from work, I told him I didn't know anything about what they were doing there.
When the cop told me someone had hit Gary, I was livid. I told the cop what I had seen. That to me, Bailey was turning tricks, but usually sent her son outside, while working her trade.
After everyone left, Bailey had the nerve to come outside and tell me to mind my own business.
"I don't care what you do inside your house, but if Gary is going to be used as a punching bag, remember what I did to that piece of shit about 7 years ago!"
"I'm sorry that happened, and I will try to make sure it won't happen again," she said.
A few days later, while fixing the front porch of our house, Gary was there, watching me, and asked me a question that literally broke my heart.
"Terry, can you be my father?"
I gave him a soft hug, while he started crying. I noticed his mother coming across the street, calling for him to come home. I just starred at her, wondering why she was screwing up both their lives. When I looked at one of her arms, I knew the answer. I saw the track marks from her drug use.
"You know, there are programs that will help you get straight," I said. Continuing on, I told her that Gary needed his mother to be clean and sober.
I walked them both back to their house, and Gary went to his bedroom. Bailey offered me something to drink, but I told her I didn't drink, so just something cold.
We sat in her living room, just talking, when without saying a word, she stood up, taking off her shirt, showing me the boobs I saw all those years ago. Now, with more of a sag to them. Moving in front of me, kneeling down and starting to unbuckle my belt, I knew this was so wrong, but didn't try to stop her.
With my jeans around my ankles, my boxers followed, as her hands took hold of my growing cock. Moving her mouth over the head of my manhood, she very slowly started sucking me off.
God, I've been thinking about this ever since I was 12. Watching her inhale my 8 inches, she stood up, lowering her pants and panties, and reaching for a condom, started lowering herself on my aching cock.
Leaning her head on my shoulder, she started slowly moving up and down. I took both tits in my hands and started rubbing each soft nipple. As they hardened, her movements quickened, and I started thrusting faster. As I exploded deep inside her, she slowly moved off my lap, cleaned me up, and returned to sit back on my lap. I realized she had not cum, but I thought that maybe she just couldn't. Also, this all transpired without one kiss.
As we sat there, I heard her very softly crying, and whispering to me "can you help me clean up my act?"
"I'll try, but you have to give it your full attention, or it just won't work."
I still had some contact with the Judge who set me straight, and he gave me several referrals, both in and out patient. I gave the information to Bailey, strongly suggesting she take advantage of this opportunity.
My parents decided to move, basically giving me their house, asking that I keep it until my sister finishes up her final year of high school. Fine with me, I told them.
With my job keeping me very busy, and finishing up repairing what was now my house, I didn't have time to monitor how Bailey was doing. Gary, however, did tell me when I would see him, that his mom actually had a job doing something like medical coding, online. Without me asking, he told me there weren't any visitors, like before.
