Such is life 1 (edited to comply with the new policy)

Boy did I get into a lot of trouble as a kid. A lot if it was my own doing. I made a lot of stupid choices and mad a lot of friends that I probably should have distanced myself from, but didn’t. It wasn’t my parents fault at all. Looking back I can give you an idea of what that may have stemmed from. I’m not the kind of person who will come up with excuses. The truth is, I personally made the conscious decisions that got me into trouble. I could have made better choices, but I didn’t. I had been through a lot as a kid, but so has my mom. The decisions I made as a kid furthered her pain, to which I still regret to this day. Thank god I have mended fences and made things right, and now, I am close to my mom. She hated me for a while, and rightly so. The sad thing was, I had no father to speak of, so mom was stuck with me so to speak. I never laid a hand on her or disrespected her in any way, at least I never cussed at her. I did a lot of back talking, but never called her out of her name.

All I remember of my dad was how abusive he was. He constantly hit my mother, and it got really really bad as time progressed. She tried like hell to get the police to do something about it, but there wasn’t much they could do. Mom refused to leave him and continued to take him back. To this day I will never, ever really understand why some women do that, and I may never understand that. Despite their possible motives for staying with men like that, wether it’s fear or anything else, I will always hold a soft spot for battered women. I vowed that I would never be like that, ever.

There was one day that I had come home from school and found my mom on the brink of death. She was laying in a pool of blood and I couldn’t recognize her. I could see her jaw clearly and her facial bones where he had literally sliced her face wide opened. I could even see her teeth through the wounds. That’s not counting the massive swelling on the other side of her face. I could even see her veins and tendons in her neck. She had quite a few gun shot wounds in her back and legs as well.

Dad was finally hunted down by the police. He led them in a high speed chase and decided to shoot it out with them. Two police officers were killed that day. Now I don’t give a fuck what you think about the police, they too are human, and they do have families as well. Dad was shot multiple times and killed during all of that. But that’s where I started getting into trouble. I had many encounters with the police after that due to my idiocy. My 15th year was the turning point for me, but in a good way. I was arrested and put in juvenile detention for burglary. That was by far, thee most humiliating day of my entire life. How one can get arrested over and over again without feeling an ounce of humiliation is beyond me. That’s when I turned my life around and started to make changes for the better.

My name is Adam, I’m a huge guy. I can thank my ancestors for that. I wasn’t fat, but I was really big. At a young age I was just over 6’10 and still growing. I had dirty blonde hair and grey eyes. I had my ears gauged just big enough to fit a big loop into the gauges, so it wasn’t all that big. I had my tongue pierced as well. When I was in kid jail, I wasn’t fucked with. My dad was half Hawaiian and he was huge. Mom wasn’t nearly that tall, but she had ancestry that had giants in it. No one bullied me at all. I lost my virginity at an age that I shouldn’t have, but it is what it is. I had a reputation at school because I supposedly had a huge member. I never had a shortage of girls wanting to be with me at all. Every girl I had been with all had big mouths and bragged about my dick size. When I was with a girl, I never cheated on her. I saw what my mom went through and refused to be that guy. But when I was single, I couldn’t beat the girls off with a stick. I was overwhelmed by them all at once, all of which wanted in my pants. Up to and including some of my teachers. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it! I did give into one of my teachers though, she had just turned 25 years old. If you would have seen her, you would have too!

She was incredibly sexy. She was tiny too! Miss Roberts was all I knew her as. She was my history teacher, and she was the head cheer coach for our school. I had just turned 18 and somehow she heard about how big I was, and wanted some really bad. Every swinging dick in that school wanted her, so the fact that she began targeting me was very flattering and I couldn’t believe it at all. Hell even some of the girls in my class wanted her too, rumor had it that several of them had been with her. In order to keep her from getting into trouble, I kept my mouth shut about it. It all started when I noticed that she was giving me these looks. I knew my Hawaiian history very very well, so she let me teach that portion of the class. She just sat in the back and kept giving me these very sexy sexy looks and grins.

When she first started looking at me that way, I didn’t read into it much until she started smiling at me as she glanced at my crotch. She started flirting with me with her eyes and when I realized what she was doing, I decided to go ahead and play along. I just gave her a knowing little smiles egging her on. Honestly, I was loving the attention she was giving me. I was struggling in her class and I though that maybe she could help me, and maybe give her what she may have wanted from me.

Miss Roberts was a single girl, she stood 5’1 and had long dark brown hair. Her eyes caught the eyes of both males and females in my class and everyone she came in contact with. They were these deep blue eyes that seemed to pop. But it wasn’t just her eyes, it was how she looked overall. She was hot as fuck! She had a really nice tan and an extremely athletic body. Her tits had to be at least a c cup, and had the nicest ass. She began wearing these tight low riding jeans and button down shirts. She always unbuttoned them so her very nice cleavage would show. I sat in the front of the class and one day she saw me looking at her exposed flesh between her tits. She slid her fingers down and inconspicuously pulled her shirt open showing me more of her skin. I looked up and she gave me this knowing glance and smiled. I started to get hard and couldn’t stop looking at her. She was extremely sexy. She was pretty cool too, she let us use our cell phones during class, which no other teacher allowed.

This went on for a little over a week, and as the days progressed she began to show more and more of her cleavage. She would look at me a lot and I even caught her looking under my desk trying to get a glimpse of my crotch. So I decided to go buy a prepaid disposable phone and when she was out of the room, I made sure I was alone and put the phone in her desk. I had also purchased one for me, so that my phone records wouldn’t show anything at all. I made sure it was charged fully. She asked who’s it was and no one claimed it, so she just put it in her desk and left it there. Later that week I got so damn horny that I couldn’t see straight and this was the day that I decided to see if she was really checking me out. As I sat in my desk I watched her lean forward and look right at my crotch. I spread my legs and adjusted myself as I watched her stare. Her lips parted slightly as she watched me slowly adjust myself. She looked up at me and I just gave her a little grin, then looked right at her cleavage. She just bit her lower lip and smiled at me, then looked at my crotch again, trying really hard to not be obvious about it. That told me that she wanted me pretty bad.