Anyone can make a movie about living in the past. When they see it, just maybe they could think about how different it was. But it's an entirely different to have lived it.
I know all this because I was a teenager in 1973. I was 18 and didn't know much better. Fighting, drinking, and sucking. It was a time you could get away with it and not have your future twisted in a million knots. But having enough money to get out of trouble was a good thing too. My father wasn't around and roughed me up when he was, Ma was dead a long time ago, and my little sis was all I really went back for.
Dad had come into money around the time I was three or four. Bought a lot of stock and we lived pretty good. After a while though, he got ballsy and bet hands on everything without being too smart on it. Soon, Ma had to work two jobs and I had to hustle by twelve to put food on the table. Dad never liked that and decided to beat on us but stopped a while after Marie was born. But a work accident started him up again, leaving me working, going to school, and taking care of little sis.
Meanwhile, when I did have free time, I was off doing things a 70's teenager shouldn't do in view of other people. By that, I meant happily sucking cock and licking ass. Sometimes it was for fun, other times it was for pay. I never went past that but thought about it a lot. I figure I'd get more money but I also knew I wanted to save that for someone I actually liked.
Anyone can be good looking but that doesn't mean you like them, even if you're sucking down their balls.
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Everything here told you things I get up to. But... I met the guy I liked in some different way than openly wanting to suck him. I happened to run into him while out with Marie. He was the new shop hand at the chocoaltier's factory. Marie had wanted some chocolates and I didn't mind buying some since she'd done good at school lately. Instead of seeing Mr. Lion, I saw him. He looked too young to be over 30 but too old to be under 22.
Marie enjoyed watching him make truffles while looked him over from head to waist. Didn't have to undress him to know he'd be worth biting. Finally noticing we'd walked in, he apologized, cleaned his hands, and asked how he could help. Sure that I was blushing, I nervously asked if there were any smaller pieces for Marie since I didn't have too much. Thinking a bit, he left us and went to the back. After some bumps, he came out with a wrapped box and told me it'd be five dollars.
Feeling a frog in my throat, I tried to open my mouth before I looked down and saw a five on top of the box. Looking at him a moment, he nodded and I just handed it back to him as if I paid. Taking it, he rung up and said thanks for coming by. Turning to leave, I sighed and gave the box to little sis, telling her to wait just outside. Going back to the counter, I rang the bell and out he came.
"Oh. You're back. Something wrong?"
"No... just a question."
"Alright. Spit it out."
"Why'd you do that?"
He smiled a bit and walked into my view, tall and lean. "Nothing saying I can't. Kinda know what it's like to not have much."
"You don't know us and you don't owe us."
"I got a lot of money to spare and not much to do with it. Buying some candy isn't a big deal."
"Well... I'm gonna pay you back. It's the right thing to do."
"Honest kid. I like that. What's your name?"
"Scott."
"Nice to meet you. Name's Landon."
"Anything I can do before I go? Probably get off to a good start."
Landon shook his head. "Nah. Just head home and keep your sister safe."
Giving a nod, I hurried out to take Marie back in before Dad decided to have a shit fit. Thankfully, he was passed out on the couch and we went upstairs without a problem. Hiding the chocolates in my room, Marie promised not to tell and we'd share them after dinner. Helping with her homework, a hard knock shook our door downstairs. Clenching my jaw, I knew that knock anywhere. Telling Marie to stay put, I ran down to answer the door before Dad woke from his Whiskey Tango nap.
Seeing it was the back door made me clench my jaw a second time, and I opened to stop the noise.
Jody Wyatt...
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"You can't be here."
"I was around and figure I drop by."
"You still can't be here. My Dad's here and little sis is upstairs."
"I got 20 bucks and just need to use your mouth. It's my favorite one."
I sighed, getting more frustrated at him needing that bad to use me. "Fucking fine. Just be quiet about it."
With his usual cocky grin, he stepped in quietly and off to the side near a bathroom down the tiny hall. Following, he'd unzipped and pulled down enough for his dick to show. There was a hard curve upward, meaning he might have tried for a while to get himself off. Jody was my least favorite guy, seeing as he followed me before anyone else for an oral fix. For the moment, I tried to put my dislike aside and dropped to my knees, starting to work him a bit more.
He gave a hard exhale, practically dripping as I touched and licked a small bit. Slipping his cock in my mouth, I started slow and worked deeper as I felt his knot moving closer. After a few minutes, Jody grabbed my head and shoved himself down my throat, cum stinging the back of my throat. Choking a bit, I pulled away to wipe my mouth and looked forward, his dick limp and dripping more. Standing up as he put himself away, he grinned.
"Thanks Velvet."
"Not like you'd have taken a no from me."
"I won't come around after this. Getting hitched and can't get my kicks after that. Needed a final dose."
"Best of luck to the lady and yourself."
"Fuck off. She's a cow."
Shoving the money at my chest, Jody made his exit quietly and I locked the door behind him. I walked back to the bathroom and proceeded to try and throw up.
I'd be damned if he's lingering in me even slightly.
Coughing up everything, I brushed my teeth to rinse his grossness out for the last time. Taking a look at what he'd given me, it turned out to be 100 bucks and not a 20. At least he wasn't cheap about his dick getting sucked.
Stowing the money in my waistband, I rushed to help Marie with anything else before starting dinner. Midway through, Dad decided to utter his first words of the day.
"Get your faggot ass down here now."
Rolling my eyes, I turned and went down to face his drunkness highness. "Something wrong Dad?"
"Whose dick you been sucking?"
"Dad, I came down for something to drink. Now I'm going up to help Marie finish her homework."
"I know you're being the town boy slut. Even fucked some of the married men at the mine I hear."
"You just woke up. Go nurse your hangover."
Dad grabbed my shirt collar and threw me into the front door. Hearing a pop, I groaned. "I. Don't. Birth. Faggots."
"Dad, calm the hell down-"
He grabbed my shoulder, slamming my head while facing him. "You wanna suck cock? Then you'll be sucking me from now on."
Without really thinking, I threw a punch and nailed Dad in the nose. He fell back on his chair, holding his face and rearing to scream and fight. Not giving him the chance, I went over to him and started to punch over and over and over. My mind said to stop but my body let out all the bullying, blaming, and pain Dad caused... I only stopped when Marie gave a hard tug on my shirt. Staring at her, a flare of rage, her tiny voice broke through.
