Bateman Automotive Shop, 5th and Grand Street, Conyers County, District Of Colombia...
The familiar roar of the engine of Carter Bateman's 1979 brown Regal Buick had never been something Charley would easily forget as on more than one occasion it had been a source of comfort for him. He had grown up for the most part with trucks and the roar of them sometimes made him pause due to his biological father having been a man with a harsh temper and a drinking problem that had been all types of a bad combination when it came to how he treated his family. For much of his childhood, Charley had been on the receiving end of his father's vicious verbal and physical assaults, hoping to keep his mother away from the full brunt of the drunken bastard's rage. Elroy Emmett Bayler had been the kind of man who liked his drink and skirt-chasing with the best of them but his vile temper and lack of regard for anyone other than himself made him a force to be reckoned with.
Charley had inherited his jawline and messy brown hair as a boy but everything else had been a merciful gift right down to his boyish good looks and well-endowment. Elroy hadn't been anywhere near the size of his son below the belt and as a result, often found himself jealous of the boy because of it. His wife Emma Jean hadn't been any better as she often found herself drunkenly invading her elder son's bedroom in the middle of the night to fondle him amid the darkness due to her fascination with his impressive-sized cock even as a lad.
Charley had not thought of anything remotely strange in it as his mother had only ever done it when she'd been good and drunk and only in the middle of the night. His parents had not been conventional or traditional by any means, often given to wild parties, orgies, and a good amount of drugs and booze at any given time it wasn't strange in the least for the lad to awaken with random naked people in his home sprawled out over the living room floor or the hall, or bathroom after one of his parents' wild nights.
He had done his best to keep his head down and stay out of their way when he'd been home and not at school or thankfully at a friend's place for the weekend. More often than not some of the drunken or drugged-out partygoers had ended up in his room, mostly women at the time who had heard a thing or two about the rumors of the lad's endowment and came to inspect for themselves when they believed him to have been sleeping.
Charley remembered one of the women very well, he'd been only fifteen at the time and she had come inside his room amid the loud music and constant drug passing in the dead of night. The teen lad had a particularly tiring day at school and had even gotten into a couple of fights with a few preppy boys making fun of his trailer life and how his parents had been the talk of the town in terms of how terrible they'd been as people.
Being referred to as Trailer Trash for most of his life due to his lack of stability, nutrition, and resources had been a normal thing for him growing up in those days but the overbearing rich kid Ben Garrison had gone too far mentioning his mother in a bad light and Charley didn't hesitate to make sure his mouth swelled so badly he couldn't eat without a straw for two months.
He'd been suspended as a result, which suited him just fine as he never quite got the hang of school and all of their random rules of engagement. It seemed to be perfectly fine for Ben and his rich boy goons to harass and demean him while once he retaliated then he was the aggressor in a long-standing feud where he'd been bullied rather endlessly before finally doing something about it.
Charley had turned in for the night knowing all too well his parents had plans and how upset they had been with him getting himself suspended for three weeks making him their problem when they had a built-in babysitter in the teachers and principal before the incident with Ben.
He had been sent to bed without dinner by his enraged father and threatened with a beating if he saw his sniveling face before he'd been ready to see it. Charley rolled his eyes and shoved off to bed knowing all too well that they'd spent all the money on drugs and booze so there wasn't going to be anything in the fridge for dinner anyway. School had pretty much become his saving grace from starving to death on more than one occasion or a neighbor who had taken pity on him.
Fifteen-year-old Charley Bayler had not been at all prepared for what awaited him that night as one of his mother's random acquaintances had come into his room and climbed into his bed. He'd been in the midst of a good dream for all he knew as her hands moved along his body and the next thing he knew his virtue had been at an end when he felt her warm walls engulf his cock and his eyes sprang open to note the drunken shriveled up crone who had been riding him bare against his will as she bounced on top of him.
He'd barely been able to make out the bouncing saggy tits and caked-on makeup that covered her less than appealing face as she reminded him of some kind of a witch who had come to steal his virtue through her sodden sex as she continued to ride him, inexperienced as he was, the lad had not lasted very long and as a result, he couldn't hold back as his release filled her without warning and prematurely at that.
Embarrassed and disgusted all at once, Charley pushed the event into the back of his mind choosing to pretend to have little to no sexual experience at all when asked by anyone who'd been interested.
The first time Charley had known what it was like to have a real mother, Mrs. Edna Bateman had been it for him. She welcomed the trembling pale lad into her home with open arms and she cared for him as if he'd been her own son. Unlike her husband, she never believed that Charley had stolen the money and as a result, often wrote to him when he'd been in prison, put money on his books, and sent him gifts whenever he needed something.
He never let on how much he suffered without her in his life and kept up the positive correspondence as best he could before her husband found out and put an end to it, of course, that was before Carter found out that Charley had been innocent the entire time.
Carter Bateman sighed as he continued to pull the car into the driveway of his auto shop. He had loved Charley like a second son ever since he'd taken him in that awful night he found him huddled in one of the broken cars that lined the lot, he'd been ghastly pale and thin from hunger, a fifteen-year-old whom he'd believed had been a runaway only to find he'd been thrown out by his own father. The soft-hearted businessman couldn't imagine someone being so cruel least of all to their own child and as a result, brought him inside to meet his family and give him a hot meal.
It was difficult for Carter to think back to that painful time and recall just how easily he'd cast Charley out into the cold when the time came for him to show reason of his own. He didn't blame the boy for wanting to be as far away from them as possible, but he knew the world had been a thousand times more cruel now that he'd been locked up and written off by society as a full-on adult. He wanted so badly to make amends and have Charley stay and remain a part of their family but the boy seemed to have made up his mind to leave as soon as possible, no doubt still hurting from the sting of betrayal and the loss of his former girlfriend Tiffany, who was now married with a son of her own.
Once the car pulled up to the building and stopped, Charley had been pleased to be out of the front seat but less pleased to be back at the shop where he'd spent the better part of five years trying to forget his arrest and how his so-called new family had turned on him. Looking upon in as he did with weary eyes for the first time in five years, Charley had slowly moved toward the office waiting for Carter outside the door so as not to give anyone the impression that he wished to be alone in the building lest he get accused of taking something else and more jail time.
Upon hearing that the car had arrived in the driveway, Charley found himself surrounded by the other members of the Bateman family which included Edna and Carver's daughter Jennifer Bateman had come running up to him, she'd changed a good deal in the last five years since he'd seen her last.
The shift from her being a bratty and clueless preteen into a rather beautiful and well-filled-out young woman had been quite the bombshell when Charley found himself unable to recognize her as his cock stirred within the confines of his jeans. He had not seen the hide or hair of a woman since he'd gone to prison and Tiffany walked out on him. Jennifer giggled when she saw him equally surprised as to how he had changed while locked away.
"Welcome home Chucky," she said kissing his cheek and noting his beard as Carver moved toward the house to give them some time to talk. In secret he had hoped seeing Jennifer again would stifle some of Charley's rage toward the family as she had been in his corner about being framed from the very beginning as well.
Jennifer Bateman had been the most beautiful of all the members of her immediate family from her long flowing brown locks that draped over her shoulders to her large round breasts that barely had been concealed by her tight fitting blouse as she moved about in equally frame-hugging blue jeans and black boots. Her dark brown eyes were fixated on the new and improved Charley Bayler and her tiny crush on him became a full-blown flame of unseemly lust.
Charley smirked as he looked her over noticing her pert breasts and sizeable arse, as he slapped her across it as if making sure that it had been real and not some cosmetic getup as she'd been prone to doing when she'd been a mere girl just to get his attention.
"Julian's in rehab just so you know and Holly is at school," said Jennifer despite Charley not asking where her brother and younger sister had been at that moment.
"Good for them," replied Charley in a rather nonchalant tone.
He recalled how much Holly had hated him despite them being close in age and how she had gone off to college shortly before the incident with Charley being framed.
Feeling a bit put on the spot, Charley reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes he'd been given by one of the guards on his way out as a gift for a drawing he'd done prior to his departure for the grateful man's daughter's birthday. He put the white stick to his lips and Jennifer rolled her eyes.
"That's a nasty habit you've gone and picked up," she said more than a bit concerned.
"It's a prison thing," remarked Charley as he pulled a silver lighter from his back pocket and struck the end of the cigarette with the open flame.
A thin white puff of smoke passed between them as Jennifer waved it out of her face and made a show of coughing in the wake of it despite Charley not caring one way or another how she felt about it.
Despite the smoke, Jennifer had been quite attracted to him and the lean but chiseled muscles along his body had only made her attraction all the more wild for him as she took him by the hand and pulled him away from the auto shop so that she could spend some time with him alone.
Charley sighed as he took another drag from his cigarette and put it back between his lips as he allowed her to lead him away from the shop and down toward an alleyway that she frequented as a kid when trying to find a way to stave off boredom. Charley had noted a few of the hiding places he'd gone to with Tiffany just so they could be alone.
The knowledge of her having moved on still stung as he followed the eager and no doubt up-to-no-good Jennifer Bateman toward the alley and the abandoned buildings that were a ways from the auto shop.