Date: Sun, 09 Oct 2005 18:34:08 -0400
From: Frontrnrusa@netscape.net
Subject: Terry Amos

TERRY AMOS

By: Holloway
Copyright: 2005 Holloway

This is a work of fiction with an adult theme.  Let me know what you think
about the story Frontrnrusa@netscape.net


Terry Amos was born in the south during the middle sixties.  His mother and
a long string of uncles she brought home during the week raised him.  Terry
didn't appear to be any different then the other dirt poor kids living in
the area.  Actually he had more going for him then most.  He was a handsome
boy, dark, thick brown hair, which had been cut erratically by his mother,
large tan colored eyes and soft clear skin.  He was tall, muscular and knew
how to take care of himself.  I had the fortune and at times the misfortune
to have known Terry intimately.

My name is Johnny. I think I'm an average looking kid, pretty tall kid for
my age almost five ten and skinny.  Girls and older guys have told me I'm
cute. I've been told my sand colored hair and green eyes makes me look
sexy, I don't know about that but I do know it's kept me from starving
sometimes.

My mom died three years ago.  Dad started drinking the day after the
funeral and never stopped.  He couldn't stand living in our house in Texas
so he packed our clothes and we headed out.  We hitchhiked around most of
the country, me taking care of my dad while he drank.  We lived on the
streets for almost a year then he managed to get enough work to keep a roof
over our heads even if it was in this neighborhood.  Neighborhood might not
be the right word for this place.  A dirt road ran down the middle of
houses lining both sides of the road.  The houses were worn wooden
structures sitting atop concrete blocks, some completely abandoned.  Kids
played in those when drunks weren't making their homes in them.  The people
living in these houses came from all backgrounds with one thing in common
we were all dirt poor.  Food was a different story, I'd panhandle when
hungry, and when that didn't work I'd do what ever it took to get food in
the house.  Dad always seemed to have something to drink, we might not have
eaten for a few days, but he had his drink.

I had just turned sixteen when we moved into this slum.  The house was
nothing more than two rooms and a bathroom, on a bright night you could see
cracks in the walls where moonlight entered.  It was always cold and damp,
I hated being inside, but it kept us dry and most of all safe at night.  I
didn't figure we'd have rats or bugs long since there wasn't enough food in
this house for anyone to eat.  I felt sorry for my dad, my mom's death hurt
him and not his family or me could help him.  My dad was 32 years old, with
blonde hair and green eyes he still looked in his twenties.  My dad and I
looked more like brothers than father and son.  He had been a farmer all
his life and never had much education.  I would see men in the city look at
him, the way I had seen them look and proposition me and I knew what they
were thinking, Dad being just a farmer figured they were being nice.  He
was a good person and even though he drank constantly I knew he loved me,
he just couldn't help what was happening and our downward spiral continued.
Dad and I slept together in the only bed we had, under what covers and
blankets we could find to keep us warm.  Dad would hold me to him in his
drunken stupor, stroke my face and hair, he'd kiss my forehead and tell me
to go to sleep. Even when we lived on the streets he'd hold me close to
him, I think he was afraid I'd leave him too.  Every morning without fail
no matter how much he had to drink the night before, he'd wake me up and
send me off to school.  He was always telling me how important education
was if I wanted to improve my life. I got fed at school paid for by tax
dollars.  My teachers always managed to give me supplies so I could
participate like the rest of the kids.

Mr. Davis my Biology teacher always took an interest in me.  He had me stay
after school several times.  One time he told me he was going to take my
measurements and pick me up some clothes.

I looked up at him, "why are you doing this for me."

He smiled back at me "I know what it's like to be poor and have to do with
out I've been where you are and I'm glad to help."

He had me stand on a chair and he measured my waist and chest.  He was a
fairly new teacher, young and not bad looking, I knew he was trying to make
up his mind whether or not he should feel me up.  He put his head near me
and I put my hand on his head and stroked his hair.  He looked up at me and
smiled, took my zipper down, when he was finished, he looked me in the eyes
like he wanted to apologize.  I pulled his head to me for a moment, I knew
he was feeling confused.  He stood up and straightened his clothes.  He
said when he got the clothes he would tell me and I could come over to his
house and try them on.  He gave me five dollars and told me to get
something to eat.  I hugged him then ran out of the classroom.  I stopped
in at the store on the way home and got a loaf of bread, bag of chips, coke
and a couple cans of potted meat.  When the old lady behind the counter
wasn't looking I slipped a bottle of Ripple in my pants.  When I got out
the store I went around back and put everything inside my shirt, I knew I'd
get beaten up and my food stolen by older guys if I had a bag in my hand.
I ran all the way home.  It was almost five and Dad was asleep on the bed.
I took all the stuff out of my shirt and set it on the table.  I went in
the kitchen and cleaned two glasses and a couple of plates and a knife.  I
brought them back in the living room and set them down on the table.  I
walked over to where dad was asleep and I sat next to him and stroked his
face.  I smoothed his hair I knew I'd never survive if anything happened to
him he was my life.  I leaned over and kissed him gently, I could smell
alcohol and vomit.  I went into the bathroom and filled the tub with hot
water.  I woke dad up and pulled him into the bathroom.  I undressed him,
then I undressed, and we got into the tub.  He leaned back against me
closing his eyes and I washed his body.  When I ran my hands down over his
stomach, I could feel him tense.  I washed him all over, sometimes he would
moan and I would let my fingers stay where they were.  He'd turn his face
into my neck and kiss me gently, unmoving.  As I washed his hair it excited
me, I knew he could feel me poking into his back.  When we were clean, I'd
pull the plug on the tub and help him to stand, then I'd take the towel and
dry him from head to toe, he'd look down at me like he had a question to
ask or something to say but didn't.  I wasn't ashamed of how I felt about
my father I loved him.  Dry, he pulled on his T-shirt and underwear and sat
on the toilet, I dried his hair and combed it out for him, he put his arms
around me, and held his head to my chest then we dressed and walked back in
the living room.  I turned on the hall light so we could see to eat dinner.
I fixed us both big sandwiches and mounds of chips.  I drank coke; dad ate
while staring at the bottle of Ripple on the table.

He looked at me with a smile "thank you for getting the wine for me, I'm
going to save it for tomorrow.  Now finish you're dinner, then clean this
up and we'll go to bed."

I ate everything I couldn't close up tight as bugs would find their way in.
I washed the few dishes we had used and went to bed.

Dad looked at me "turn that light out."

I jumped out of bed and hit the switch then jumped back in.  I snuggled
next to dad, he smelled clean.  I knew something was changing with my Dad,
he needed me around him more he seemed to be unsure of himself and I helped
him make decisions now, it made me feel proud that he needed me the way I
needed him.  Since Mom died he hadn't been with anyone sexually.  A few
times I caught him, I just pretended to be asleep and wrapped my arm over
his chest.  He caught me a few times, and he pretended to be asleep, I'd
run my fingers through his hair with one hand while I worked on myself with
the other.  I knew something was on his mind, as he didn't drink the bottle
of Ripple I'd brought him.  I could feel him looking at me in the dark.
His fingers smoothing and playing with my hair, he laid his head next to
mine and told me to rub his stomach.  He sat up in bed and removed his
shirt. When he went without drinking for a day or two I'd rub his stomach
to help him sleep.  I ran my fingers over his chest down to his stomach.
His fingers continued to play in my hair, his hand straying down my back.
My dad's body was almost completely hairless except for the thick hair on
his head and I could feel hair around his navel traveling downward.  Each
time I got to the top of my dad's pants, I'd feel him urge my head gently
toward him.  I knew he was hard in his pants, I could feel it pushing up
against the material.  I put my hand on the front of his pants and he
moaned.  I didn't know what I was thinking, all I knew was that I loved my
dad and I needed him as much as he needed me.  He lifted his hips and
pushed his pants down to his knees.  He didn't say anything he just laid
there.  My fingers explored him and he moaned louder.  I placed my hand
around him and began to move my hand up and down.  I had hung around guys
where we had lived before and had experimented with sex.  I heard dad moan
and his breath catch; his hips pushed into my hand.  I stopped and moved
under the covers taking him; I heard his gasp and his hands went directly
to the back of my head.  He didn't push down he grabbed my hair.  I knew
what to do and I began moving on him using everything I knew, it didn't
take long.  I lay my head on his thigh he pulled me in his arms and kissed
me gently on the lips.  Then he moved down under the covers, he pulled my
pants down, he began kissing the inside of my legs, I felt his silky hair
brush against my erection, his hands explored me, then he took me, I could
hear him moaning.  I put my fingers in his hair and quickly erupted from
the excitement.  He moved back up next to me and kissed me, then laid his
head on my chest and I stroked his hair, my fingers straying over his face.
I felt his tears falling on my chest and I began to cry.

"I love you, I know you're my father, but I need you, always have and
always will."

He turned around and looked up at me, "don't cry Johnny, I love you."

We lay together in silence, for a long time then we talked and once more I
got excited.  I applied pressure to the back of his head and he took me
again, this time my fingers held tight to his silky hair, he relaxed and
slowly took all of me.  I felt his body tense, he began to moan and I felt
liquid warmth on my legs, I arched my back and exploded.  He laid his head
on my thigh holding me.  I had almost fallen asleep when he came back from
the bathroom with a towel and cleaned me up before laying his head back on
my chest. I stroked his face and we fell asleep together.  Just like every
other morning, dad woke me up to go off to school.  The day went by fast, I
was happy about what had happened with my dad and it just felt good to have
a reason to be happy and in love.  After school I ran home, when I walked
in the house, dinner was on the table and Dad was sober, clean and shaved,
he looked so handsome.  I stood in the middle of the room and stared at
him, the table, everything.  Dad walked over and pulled me in his arms, he
took me over to the ratty old sofa and sat down next to me.

"What's wrong son?"

I looked at my dad through watery eyes, "you're not drunk."

He smiled at me, "Son I love you, last night made me realize how much.
I've got to do better by you.  I called your Grandmother, she sent two
hundred dollars, I'm going to get a job and us a better place to live,
where you'll be safe and happy."

I pulled dad to me tight, "you promise."

He ruffled my hair, "I promise, now let's eat."

Dad had bought burgers; I hadn't had burgers and fries since mom was alive.
Dad watched me eat everything on my plate; I could see his eyes watering.
After dinner he cleaned up and then came to bed.  Dad took me in his arms
and moved down my body like the night before then I did the same to him, he
had me lie on my back and lifted my legs, I did as he told me. I felt his
finger probing, it hurt until I relaxed and then it didn't hurt so much.
He moved in between my legs and entered me, I cried out and he stopped.
"You want me to stop?"

I pulled him to me and ran my fingers through his hair "No."  He laid his
head on my chest and continued slowly until he was completely inside of me.
He put his hands on my head and pulled me to his lips, he kissed me deeply
as his fingers stroked my hair, he moved in me only a few times before I
felt his warmth enter me.  He laid his head on my chest and relaxed, I
continued to play with his hair, he pulled from me gently, walked to the
bathroom and came back with a washcloth.  He cleaned us up I stood up to
clean myself off and he knelt in front of me I pulled him down on my
hardness, his eyes never left my face.  We crawled back in bed and went to
sleep.  When I got home from school the next day Dad had dinner on the
table again, he also had all of our stuff packed up.  We sat down and ate
in silence, then went to bed.  He was gentle with me and after we both
relaxed he pulled my head to his shoulder and talked to me.

"Son I love you, we can't go on living in these conditions.  I've got to go
out of town and get a job, as soon as I've got a place to stay, I'll send
for you and we'll never be apart again."

I hugged him, I was shaking, "where will I go?"

He pulled my head to his chest, "Mrs. Amos had agreed to take you for two
months, I've already paid her so she'll feed you and keep a roof over your
head.  I'll have a place for you by then and I'm never letting you away
from me again.  I know what we've been doing at night is wrong, but I love
you and I'd rather you were with me then a stranger off the street.  I love
you, and I need you so much, I need you to take care of me like your mom
done, I hope you'll forgive me?"

I kissed him on the lips, he pulled me to him and kissed me deeply, "I love
you and what we do ain't wrong cause we love each other, I'll be lonely
without you."

He smiled at me, "So will I."  Dad lay on his back in the early morning
hours and I moved in between his legs, he pulled me to him and I entered
him.  I could hear his breath catch and I stopped until he started to pull
me forward.  I put my head forward and kissed him, then I licked his chest
he pushed toward me and more of me entered him.  I began to pump fast and
hard, he began to moan, I grabbed his hair and pulled his head to my chest.
I kissed him over and over, I felt him tense and cum in between our bodies,
he was moaning and telling me to shoot and I did, he arched his back when
he felt the first warmth enter him he came again.  I lay on top of him
exhausted.  We held onto each other until the morning.

I looked at him as we dressed, "I love you very much."

Dad looked at me he tried to smile, then walked over, and held me in his
arms.  "Johnny when you're mom died I never wanted to love again, now I
have a reason to live."

When I was dressed he put the blankets in our stuff and walked me down to
the Amos' house.

Mrs. Amos answered the door, "Is this him?"

Dad looked at her, "This is Johnny, I'll be back for him before the two
months is up."

She almost growled at him "you better be or I better have more money by
then cause I'll put him in the street."

Dad looked directly at her, "I said I'd get him."

She yelled over her shoulder, "Terry."

Dad put his arms around me, "I love you son."

I held onto his neck, "I love you, hurry Dad please."

He tried to smile, "I will Johnny you've got to be a man for me until I get
back."

He let go of me and walked away.  I wanted to cry and I knew he did too.

Terry stood behind his mother looking at me, "who's this?"

His mother looked at him with a smirk, "paid company, now get him to your
room and get him a place to sleep."  Terry started to complain, his mother
turned around and slapped him hard he grabbed his face and cowered away
from her.  He looked at me like he wanted to kill me at that moment.  "Come
on kid."  I grabbed my stuff and followed him to his room.  The place was a
pigsty, one bed and nothing else and it smelled.  He pulled my stuff from
my hand and threw it in a corner.

"What's your name kid."  I smiled at him "Johnny, Johnny Price."  He didn't
smile at me, "Well Johnny Price, I'm in charge and you'll do what I say or
I'll beat the shit out of you got it?"

I looked at him and I knew he meant it.  I shook my head "Yeah."

He looked at me as he stood up, "Get this room cleaned and keep it clean
from now on. Understand?"

I shook my head no, but before I could say the word no, I felt his open
hand across the side of my face, hard enough to knock me down.  He walked
out of the room, I sat on the floor and cried, I missed my dad.  I picked
up a few things then threw them down, but after a while I told myself it
would be easier on me if I just did what I was told.  I spent the next
three hours cleaning the room.  Once I was finished it smelled better and
looked like an okay place.  I took all the clothes and washed them in the
bathtub and hung them out, my mom use to wash our clothes that way when we
were short on money.  When I was little she and I would stand in the tub
with our bare feet and pretend to be wash machines moving around to get the
clothes cleaned.

When Terry came back into his room, he actually smiled, "Good job Johnny,
you and I are going to get along real well as long as you remember to do
what I tell you."

I looked up at him, and shook my head yes.  When it started getting dark
outside he told me to get the clothes off the line and fold them up.  I ran
outside and collected everything and folded them on the bed, then stacked
the clean clothes on a table in the room.  We had bologna sandwiches for
dinner and Terry gave me a coke he said I had done an okay job.  When
dinner was over he told me to get the house cleaned up.  I worked until
almost midnight but I got finished.  I went upstairs and took a shower,
they didn't have much hot water, so I stood under the cold water, but at
least I was clean.  I put my clothes back on and went to the bedroom.

I started to crawl in the bed when Terry said "You ain't sleeping in this
bed with your clothes on."

I stood up and took my clothes off leaving my underwear on.  We lay beside
each other the bed was small and we couldn't help rubbing against each
other.  We didn't talk we just lay there.  I heard Terry scratching
himself.  "I can't sleep in these underwear."  He raised his hips off the
bed taking his underwear off.  He was completely naked.  I knew what was
going to happen.  He told me to get him off, and if I refused he'd hurt me.
He grabbed my hair and forced me between his legs.  I didn't fight him I
moved down and took him he came quickly.  I lay back and he moved down on
me, I grabbed his head and shoved it down his throat, he tried to pull away
before I came, I held him until he swallowed.  He moved up next to me and
hugged me.  "Johnny, I didn't mean to hurt you earlier, I'm just so use to
everyone picking on me, I can't think before I act, so I'm sorry okay?"

I hugged him, "Okay."

He stroked my face.  We got dressed in the morning and walked to school
together he said he'd see me after school in the front of the building.  In
between classes a couple of guys started shoving me around in the halls.  I
fought back but three to one just ain't fair, one of the kids took my book
hitting me in the head, knocking me into the lockers, as I tried to stand
up one of the other kids kicked me in the stomach and I began to puke.  I
lay on the floor curled up.  I heard what sounded like Terry's voice
yelling then I heard fists smashing into bone.  The kid that had kicked me
slammed into the floor with a thud, his face covered in blood, he got to
his feet unsteadily and ran.  I heard another kid begging Terry not to hurt
him.  I looked over to see Terry ram the kid's head into the lockers, blood
was going everywhere the kid stumbled around then ran out of the hallway.
Terry looked around at everyone watching me lay on the floor and told em to
move 'stupid Asses.'  Everyone was quick to move on.  He reached down and
helped me up, "Damn you puked all over yourself."  He picked up my books
and took me outside, we found a water spigot and he threw water on my face
until the puke was gone.  Then I washed my mouth out, I felt better.

He took me to the school nurse and demanded she examine me, she looked at
me and said, "he looks to be fine."

Terry snarled at her "useless cunt," and we walked out.  We walked back to
the house. He told me the kid that got away would get his, "no one messes
with you; you belong to me."  I didn't know what he meant until he told me
to go get cleaned up, I got a quick shower and was drying off when he
walked in the bathroom he stood there and watched me.  "You're real cute
and you've got one hell of a body and I own you," I just looked at him and
continued dressing he walked out.  When I walked back in the room, he had
changed his attitude completely, "go fix me something to eat and bring me
something for my hand."  I looked at his knuckles they were raw.  I went to
the kitchen there wasn't anything to eat the cabinets were completely
empty.  I got a washcloth and wet it to clean his hands up.  I walked back
into the bedroom and told him there wasn't any thing to eat.  I tried to
clean off his hands he grabbed a handful of my hair and brought me to my
knees, "I don't care that there ain't anything in this house, you get me
something if you got to steal it."  Then he shoved me back on the floor.  I
ran out of the house, my scalp burned, I was scared something about him
made me afraid.  I straightened my hair the best I could.  I stood outside
of the liquor store and pan handled money.  I didn't have much money, but
I'd steal what I couldn't buy.  I went into the store and got bread with
the money and stole a can of Spam and a pack of cookies.  When I got back
to the house, Terry was still angry.  I fixed his sandwiches and handed
them to him.  He looked at me "thanks."  We didn't talk to each other the
rest of the night.  He got up around one in the morning and left through
the window, he got back in before sun up.  He had a television and a bunch
of other stuff.  He undressed then pulled me to his crotch, after I did
what he wanted he got on his knees and took me.  I ran my fingers through
his hair and stroked the side of his face I knew he liked it because he
took more of me.  His hair was soft and I was over the edge quickly.  He
put his head against my stomach and I continued to stroke his hair.  He
stood up, put his arms around me, "I'm sorry for being mean to you, I can't
help it."  I went and got ready for school, when I came back in the bedroom
he had the television turned on "this is our television now."  He smiled at
me, got dressed and we headed out for school.  I didn't have much of a
problem with kids picking on me at school anymore; they were terrified
Terry might hurt them.  The kid that had got away hadn't been seen around
school.  Everyone knew Terry was waiting for him.  When I got home from
school Terry was laying up on the bed watching the television, he looked at
me when I walked in the room "come here."  I walked over to him, he handed
me a ten-dollar bill, "go get us some burgers and get back here before they
get cold."

I smiled at him and for some reason it set him off, he took his foot and
kicked me in the chest, I fell against the wall and fought to catch my
breath.  He started yelling "when I tell you to do something you do it, now
get the fuck out of here. Now."  He screamed.

I ran out of the room as fast as I could, I still couldn't breathe right.
Once I was out of sight of the house, I stopped and opened my shirt, the
front of my chest was blood red, I rubbed my hand over my chest it hurt
like hell.  I closed my shirt, wiped my eyes, and went in and got our
order, I ran all the way home.  After Terry ate, he seemed to be in a
better mood.  We lay on the bed together and watched the television.  He
touched my chest and I immediately pulled away "what's your problem."

I stood up and removed my shirt he stared at my chest.  He grabbed my hand
and pulled me down on the bed.  He laid his head on my chest and I felt him
shaking, he was crying, I ran my fingers through his hair and talked to him
"everything will be okay."

He turned his head around so he could look up at me, "do you like me?"

I smiled at him, "yeah."

He smiled, I moved my fingers to his face and wiped his eyes, he didn't
pull away, he let me touch his face, and lips, then closed his eyes and
went to sleep.  When I woke up it was still dark, Terry was moving on me
between my legs.  He lay on his back and lifted his legs and told me what
to do, I entered him and his face contorted, "push it all the way in," I
pushed and he yelled.  "Put your hands in my hair," I grabbed his head.  I
pushed my hips forward and pulled his head to me at the same time.  I
opened his lips with my tongue and explored his mouth, I shoved deeper and
felt him attempt to scream with my mouth covering his.  I pulled his lips
to me harder and began grinding into him, he moaned and released his load
in between our stomachs.  I shoved in harder, grabbed a handful of hair on
the back of his head, and slammed into him.  I felt him jerk and I emptied
in him, he moaned when he felt the first blasts.  I collapsed on top of
him.  He wrapped his arms around me.  I pulled out of him when I was soft
he went to the bathroom and came back with a wet towel and cleaned me up.
We sat naked on the bed ate cookies, drank coke and watched television all
day Saturday.  Early Sunday morning, I heard Terry coming in through the
window he had stuff in a garbage bag. He opened the bag and pulled out all
kinds of sheets, towels and stuff, he told me to change the bed and put
this stuff on it.  In the bags were towels, sheets of all sizes,
pillowcases and a couple of blankets the stuff was new.  I had the bed
fixed before he came out of the bathroom.  He lay on the bed and was asleep
before I could say anything.  I sat next to him and caressed his face and
covered him up.  Terry needed me, I knew he would hurt me again, but I
needed him right now.

He got up during the afternoon, reached in his pants and handed me a
fifty-dollar bill.  "Go get us something to eat, I don't want burgers
again."

I took the money and left.  I ran to the chicken shack and got a ten-piece
meal, I paid, put the change in my pocket and ran home.  I ran upstairs, he
was waiting I opened his dinner and handed it to him.

He smiled at me "come here."  I looked at him and hesitated for a moment
before moving over to him, I dug in my pocket to give him his change he
looked at the money "keep it."  He pulled me down on the bed beside him, he
looked down into my face his other hand pushed my hair back off my
forehead.  "I love you, I'm not going to hurt you again, I swear, don't be
scared of me anymore."  I reached up and put my arms around his neck, he
bent closer and kissed me on the lips, "get your dinner."

We sat beside each other on the bed and ate chicken.  He kept his word it
was almost a month and he hadn't hit me or gotten mad at me.  I hated him
getting up in the middle of the night and coming back with all the stuff.
I was scared he'd get caught or hurt.  I didn't say anything cause I knew
he was keeping food in our bellies.

My Dad called finally, "Son, don't cry, things are going good, I've gotten
a good job and I'll have an apartment in less than another three months."

"Three months Dad you said we'd only be apart for a month or two and now
it's up to five months."

"Johnny, do I love you?"

"Yes sir."

"Then trust me, I'm going crazy missing you, but I don't want us to have to
live like we did before."  I knew he meant it he did love me.  I just
needed to be held by him to be reminded.  He told me he had sent Mrs. Amos
more money, he said he was not drinking and had not missed any work and was
temporarily living at the rescue mission.  I asked him if he had met
anyone, he laughed "you sound jealous for a 16 almost seventeen year old.
No you're my only interest for the rest of my life, I'll wait for you.
I've got to run.  I love you son."

"I love you dad, bye."

He hung up just as I heard the operator ask for three more dollars.  I went
upstairs and lay down on the bed.

Terry came in and saw me lying there, he sat down next to me, "what's
wrong?"

I told him about me having to stay longer he looked at me strange.  "Will
you miss me when you leave?"

I looked at him, "yeah."

He held me against his chest.  He didn't go out at night for another two
weeks until the money ran low.  The next time he went out he came back home
with a trash bag of clothes, they still had the tags on them.  He threw me
the bag, "these are for you, your size.  I'm tired of hearing the kids make
fun of what you wear."

In the bag were socks and sweatshirts, jeans and other shirts, he saw me
smile and I saw a smile on his face.

"Come here."  He hugged me for a moment then told me to get the clothes
tags off and put everything away.  He told me to get dressed we were going
to the movies.  I went and got a shower, the hot water was fixed Terry got
in the shower with me and pulled me in his arms and held me as the water
beat down on the two of us.  We scrubbed each other then made love.  He
looked happy when I was dressed in my new clothes, "you're really cute."

I looked at him, "no I'm not you are.  Terry do you really love me?"  He
cast his eyes down, "no doubt."

We caught the bus downtown.  We went into the theatre and watched the movie
twice.  We were waiting for the bus to go home when the kid from school
that had hurt me walks out of the movies.  Terry went berserk, the kid ran,
Terry followed him, the kid ran into the path of the bus.  The bus tried to
brake but it hit him so hard, I saw blood splatter on the windshield as his
body flew up and out before slamming to the pavement, he looked like a
twisted rag doll.  People were yelling for an ambulance.  Terry grabbed my
arm and pulled me away.

I was crying over and over "what did we do?" We got home and went upstairs
I was upset.

Terry looked at me "it wasn't our fault.  The kid ran in front of the bus,
I didn't push him."  I just looked at him, he looked at me "what?"

I started to say something and he punched me in the face, I hit him with my
fist knocking him back up against the bed, he kicked me in the stomach
knocking me down, then jumped on top of me, I tried to protect my face, he
kept punching me in the chest, head and stomach, anywhere he could hit me.
I felt blood pouring from my nose and down the back of my throat then I
passed out.  Once he got over his anger he left me on the floor and lay on
the bed, he looked over at me, "you shouldn't make me do this to you."

I hurt, but looked over at him and knew I hated him he was sick he was a
killer.  I slept on the floor, I expected the cops to break through the
door at anytime.  Terry had the television on in the morning when I woke up
there was a report on the kid hit by the bus.  The reporter said the police
were waiting to question him once he woke up.  I watched Terry's face
contort and I was terrified, he looked over at me, "get dressed we've got
things to do."  He took me to a pay phone and had me call all the hospitals
until I found the one where the kid from the accident was being treated.
He hailed a cab and had the driver drop us off in front of the hospital.
We went up in the elevator to the fifth floor the hallways were pretty
quiet.  We walked to room 513 and Terry opened the door to see if anyone
was in the room, only the kid in his bed.  The kid had tubes everywhere,
Terry told me to keep an eye out for anyone coming this way.  He walked
over to the kid I heard the rush of air, he tapped me on the back lets go.
We passed the nurses station when an alarm went off, he pushed me into the
stairway and we ran down five flights of stairs.  I knew he had done
something, I just didn't know what.  I watched the news and found out the
kid had died.  Somehow he had pulled out his breathing tube.  It hit me,
Terry had killed the kid to keep him from talking, I was really scared now,
if he got mad enough at me he'd kill me, I knew he could and would.  I
promised myself from that moment on to do what he said and to do it as
quick as possible.

He started going out in the evening and coming back with all kinds of
stuff.  He brought me a radio, almost every night he brought me something.
He also was getting real crazy about sex he wanted me to hurt him while I
was driving in him, he wanted me to make him feel pain.  I knew I couldn't
satisfy him anymore.  He had me go with him to the park so he could pickup
men in bathrooms, he'd go inside and I'd hide in the bushes and keep an eye
out for the cops.  He was able to find men that would humiliate him before
ripping him apart, he'd start to scream and he find his mouth as full as
his backside.  Sometimes he'd get with a real rough guy that would rape and
beat him severely and I'd end up having to almost carry him back home he
was beaten up so bad.  Terry was burning out, he had a dangerous look in
his eyes.  He got home early one morning and he had all kinds of sex toys,
videos, stuff I'd never even seen.  I did what he said to a point.  I
handcuffed him to the bed he watched me as I found the biggest dildo I'd
ever seen.  He shook his head no then he threatened me.

I looked him in the face, "you're a piece of shit and you're going to learn
a lesson you fucking pig.  I ignored his pleading I lubed him and the dildo
and began to push it in, he resisted.  He started to scream.  I climbed up
on his chest and forced my self down his throat.  I reached back and
started pushing it in him deeper.  He tried to pull off me and I slapped
him as hard as I could in the face, blood trickled from his nose he didn't
try to pull off me again, I pushed more up him, I heard him trying to
scream with his mouth full.  I looked down at him and began urinating he
started to buck around which pushed the dildo in farther.  I slapped him
hard several times until he opened his mouth again and I let it flow.  I
reached back in time to feel jets of warm seed blast from him.  He took me
deep in his mouth until I couldn't hold off and I flooded his mouth with my
seed.  I got up off the bed and pulled the dildo out of him roughly, it was
covered with shit and blood.  I walked into the bathroom and took a shower
then got dressed.  When I walked back in the bedroom, he looked at me I
undid his handcuffs and looked him in the face, "Go get a shower you
stink."  I cleaned up the bed while he was out.  I sat down on clean sheets
and watched television.  I looked up when he came in the bedroom, he was
such a nice looking guy, and he was so screwed up in his head.  He came
over and sat down next to me, I pulled his head in my lap.  I combed his
hair with my fingers, he looked up at me, I traced his face with my fingers
and caressed the bruise on his face he didn't even attempt resistance.  I
pulled him down on my erection, when I was finished I shoved him away and
told him to go get our dinner.  I saw the tears forming in his eyes he
started to say something so I took my life in my hands and slapped him hard
in the face with the back of my hand.  He pulled back and covered himself
like he had done with his mother I knew I was in control at least for now.

My dad called the end of the month I could tell by his voice he was missing
me, and I really missed him.  His job was going well, just one more month
and we'd be together again, I couldn't wait, he told me he loved me and
needed me so much, he began to cry, said he would see me soon.  I told him
I loved him more than anything in the world and I was going to take care of
him once we were together forever, I cried and hung up.

Terry was getting out of control he began stealing stuff that was too
expensive to be pawned in this ghetto. He flashed a lot of money around, I
took every cent as well as all the jewelry he gave me and buried it under
the front porch in a plastic bag.  I knew I'd be able to get to it at a
moment's notice and get out if I had to.  The old Terry came in early one
morning, his hands were cut he sat on the bed.  I tore strips of bed sheet
and bound his hands.  He said he had broken into this big house and was
cleaning it out when the owner came home.  "The guy caught me and was
beating me with a leather belt, he kept hitting me in the head, I begged
him to stop and he just kept yelling and hitting me.  I jumped up and
pushed him backwards, he fell against the closet doors a mirror in one of
the doors cracked and fell on the carpet.  He went ballistic he broke the
antenna off the television and beat me with it.  I couldn't take it any
longer so I grabbed a piece of the broken mirror and stabbed him in his
stomach, he grabbed my hands and tried to push me away, blood started going
everywhere, my hands were bleeding, his stomach was bleeding.  He fell on
the carpet in the bedroom.  I took his wallet and his briefcase.  I opened
the case when I was away from the house and inside was money like I had
never seen before," he handed me the briefcase.  I opened it I couldn't
believe my eyes the entire case was filled with money in packages.  He
looked at me "what should I do?"

I looked at him "we need to call the guy an ambulance.  I'm going to the
payphone "where did he live?"  Terry looked at me then answered my
question.  I ran to the pay phone and called 911 telling them someone was
hurt then hung up.  We watched the news nothing was on any channel about
it.  The next morning it was all over the news, Terry had killed an
accountant for the Mafia.  He went nuts screaming, "I'm dead, I'm dead."  I
got him to calm down.  I told him no one except the Mafia would know about
the money.  I told him he needed to go to the cops and tell them this guy
picked him up and another older guy and took them back to his house.  Tell
them the other guy he picked up started fighting with the guy that lived in
the house.  When you tried to stop the fight the other guy stabbed the man
and beat you up taking the guy's wallet and briefcase before he ran out.
If they ask why you ran away tell them the guy that lived there told you to
get out of before the cops showed up.

Terry looked at me "what about this money."

I told him I'd take care of it.  I waited until he went to sleep and then I
crawled under the house and buried the money.  In the morning, he dressed;
we cleaned up the room except for the television.  I went with him to the
Police Station I sat in the waiting room while they took him back to be
questioned.  I was sitting there when Mrs. Amos came in, she was so mad she
could have spit fire.  She cussed everyone and reminded the cops he was
only sixteen.  She saw me and started blaming everything on me, she told me
to get out and never come back.  I was at the house when she came home she
looked at me "I thought I told you to get out."

I looked in her face, "as soon as my dad gets here I'm gone."  She slammed
her bedroom door I went upstairs and locked the door before lying down.
They held Terry overnight in the city jail.  In the morning when they went
to take him breakfast, he was hanging from a pipe, a belt around his neck.
The officer swore he took Terry's belt away from him in accordance with
procedures.  Mrs. Amos started screaming when the cops came to the house
and gave her the news she started drinking and didn't stop until she passed
out.  I hoped Terry had found peace.  I cried for Terry and for my Dad, I
needed him right now.  When night fell, I crawled under the house and put
all the money in my backpack as well as all the jewelry then I buried the
briefcase deep under the porch.  I looked around to make sure no one was
watching the house and I took off.  I hailed a cab to the bus station and
caught a bus for Virginia.  I tracked my dad down where he worked when he
saw me he got the biggest grin on his face.  His boss had kids so he let
him leave early.  Dad said he almost had enough money for the deposit and
the first months rent.  I told him everything that had happened at the
Amos' house, he cried while we sat at the bus stop.  I told Dad about the
money, he looked at me I told him there was almost a million dollars.  Dad
stood up and hailed a cab and got us a room at a safe hotel.  I stayed in
the room while he went and got us dinner, then we locked the door behind
us.  We ate, all through dinner he kept hugging on me and telling me he
loved me.  After dinner we showered, as soon as we lay down he pulled me in
his arms and told me he had missed me and he cried, which made me cry.  He
was gentle and took me with his mouth before he entered me I held his head
to my chest, and he unloaded inside me.  Dad lay on his back and I lay on
top of him, he looked into my eyes and I felt his hand on me.  He lifted
his legs and I began to enter him, I was already as big as my dad was and I
took it real slow.  When I was all the way in, I stopped and just looked
down in his face.  I moved down and kissed him and began to pump, he
grabbed my hair and pulled my head to him, I could hear him begging me, I
shoved in harder, he moaned and shot all over his chest, I put my fingers
in his mouth.  I lifted his legs higher and pulled almost out and slammed
back in he cried out and I filled him.  He went into the bathroom and came
back with a towel and cleaned us up.  I sat on his chest and put it in his
mouth, I grabbed his hair and bucked until I filled him.  He pulled me down
and kissed me deeply I could taste myself.  We lay there talking.

I looked at him, "I know you're my father but I love you a lot more than
just that."

He stroked my face, "I feel the same way I just don't want to hurt you."

I smiled at him "Dad I know you wouldn't hurt me if you could help it."  I
sat up and looked down at him, I reached over and put my fingers in his
hair, he rolled over in my lap and took all of me, when I let go he just
laid his head on me.  "Dad we both loved mom, but she's gone now.  I love
you and want to take care of you for the rest of our lives."

He sobbed as he lay there he looked up at me "never leave me Johnny."

I smiled at him "never."  I held him until he was calm I put my hand on the
side of his face and smiled at him, "where do you want to live?"

He smiled at me, "I'd like to go back to Texas and live on a farm just you
and me."  I stroked his face, "Then that's what you and I are going to do.'

Here's the plan.  In the morning you'll call work and tell them I'm sick
and you're taking me to my grandparent's home in Vermont.  Tell them you
want to come by and pick up your paycheck, as you'll need the money.  Then
I want you to go to a used car lot and buy a cheap used car no more than a
few thousand.  Then come back here with dinner."

Dad reached up and pulled my lips to his, "you gonna take care of me from
now on son?"

I hugged him really hard, "Yes sir."  He lay on his side and I put my arms
around him and kissed the back of his neck and we went to sleep.

Early the next morning dad dressed, I gave him the money he would need.  He
came back after two in the afternoon with the car and dinner.  He came in
the hotel room and picked me up in his arms, "I love you Johnny."

I kissed him, "I love you."  We sat down to eat and watched television I
sat with my back to dad, my head resting against his chest, and he kept
burying his face in my hair.  I told dad, in the morning we would go to the
Department of Motor Vehicles and get the title changed over, buy insurance,
and get tags put on the car.  Then we'll go buy some new clothes, get
dressed up and go trade the car in on a new truck and pay cash.  In the
morning dad took care of everything and was back before noon.  We drove to
a mall and bought some new clothes, as we were walking out, we passed a
jewelry store, I talked dad into stopping.  I bought him a watch and a
ring, I looked at him, I could see tears come to his eyes.  On the way back
to the hotel, we stopped and both got haircuts, when I looked at dad he
looked twenty again.  He looked at me and told me I was growing into a
handsome young man.  We got back to the hotel, took a shower, I washed his
hair, it felt so good running my hands against the cut of his hair. He
leaned against me and cried, not like I've seen him cry before, he wrapped
his arms around my waist, pulling me to him.  I reached down, tilting his
head back and kissed him slowly, gently.  I pulled him on the bed and held
him in my arms he slept for over an hour.  I watched him sleep he was the
most perfect thing in the world to me, he was a good man who cared about
people and I loved him.

When he woke, I put my fingers to his lips, "I know you don't have to say
anything."  I brushed the hair from his forehead with my hand and we got
dressed.  I put his new watch on his wrist I took the ring and held it in
my hand.  "I know I'm almost seventeen, but I know I'll take care of you
for the rest of our lives if you'll let me."  I put the ring on his finger.
Dad fell to his knees and pulled me in his arms and cried the way he cried
when mom died.  I held him and stroked his hair.

He looked up at me, his face looked like a little boy "thank you Johnny."
I wiped his eyes, straightened his hair.  I knew Dad had always wanted a
truck, he wanted a Dodge so we drove to the first dodge dealer we saw.  Dad
test-drove the truck of his dreams he looked at me "is this too much?"

I smiled at him.  Dad was a good bargainer and we got a great deal, when
the guy heard we had cash he made the deal better.  We left in Dads new
truck.  Dad was real excited, we went and got dinner and went back to the
hotel room and ate.  After dinner Dad sat me on the bed, he knelt down next
to me and looked in my eyes, "I've always been proud of you son.  I know I
haven't been a real smart man but I loved you and your mom and did my best
for you.  I'll never be able to love anyone the way I love you.  I don't
want to hold you back from your life though I want you to be happy."

I looked at Dad his lips trembled, "You did real good to mom and me, we
both love you.  I need you I just don't want you to be ashamed of us."

Dad pulled my head to his shoulder and put his hand on the back of my neck,
"I'm never ashamed to love you."  He continued to hold me, while I told him
everything in my heart he cried some so did I.  Then he told me his
feelings and his fears.  I pulled him up on the bed and we lay in each
other's arms most of the night. Early the next morning I told Dad we needed
to call a real estate agent in Texas and tell them what kind of place we're
looking for. I told him to tell whoever answered that Mom had died and we
wanted to use the insurance money to buy a place to live.  Dad called an
agent who said she had several small farms like what we were looking for.
Dad told her we would be in town in a day or two and would it be all right
to have the funds put in escrow as he didn't want to carry that much money
with him but needed to close out our local bank accounts.  She said yes,
and gave us the name of the bank.  We went to a local branch and had money
deposited in an escrow account.  We arrived in Texas on Friday morning the
agent was more than happy to show us around, I smiled when I saw how taken
she was with Dad, he didn't even notice.  Dad and I liked all the farms but
the houses were too old.  He told her we wanted something more modern, she
showed us a place that we both fell in love with.  A Two story house with
three bedrooms, two baths, fireplace, pool, five horse stalls and two
barns, and over 300 acres, we both loved it the minute we saw the place, it
was more than we wanted to spend but still within our budget, we bought it
on the spot.  After closing on our new house we sold our old house so we
wouldn't have problems with the IRS.  Dad and I drove to North Carolina and
bought furniture we had it shipped to our farm.  We also had a fireproof
safe installed.  Dad got me enrolled in school again and he started working
the farm and we began to make money from his hard work.  Dad had changed a
lot he depended on me to make most of our decisions.  He got to where he
needed me to hold him at night for him to sleep, which I loved.  I found my
life with him.  My mom's parents came to visit and were really surprised by
how well dad had done for us.  They asked him about getting married again
he looked at them then at me, I've got Johnny, my son I don't need anything
else. I enjoyed their visit and was so proud of dad.  I was taller then dad
by the time I was seventeen I was a good looking guy according to comments
made at school, even dad told me half joking he was worried about me
finding someone else, I reminded him we belonged to each other.  We worked
together on the farm, when it was hot we'd remove our shirts, Dad still
looked like my older brother.  At night I would hold him in my arms and run
my fingers through his hair until he drove me over the edge then I'd lay
him on his back and drive him over the same edge.  He never doubted for a
moment that we belonged to each other in every way possible.  We have
always been inseparable, I've always taken care of my dad he belongs to me
and has for the last sixteen years.  He counts on me and I take care of
him.