Date: Sat, 18 Sep 2021 14:47:12 +0800 From: Tallahassee Wilson Subject: A Timeline Away 1 (Young Friends) (Science Fiction) The thought of space-time haunted me from my younger years, so I made this story y'all. Also, don't forget to donate to nifty. donate:http://donate.nifty.org/ This is a work of fiction. Any places, events, themes and characters dead or alive are purely coincidental. -------------------------------- Time is complicated. You can't fix or change the past, but the future is always there for us. Choices matter. Either you'll regret it in the future or learn something from it. It was a cold morning of January. The usual stuff, I woke up early to get a full canister of pure oxygen for the whole house. It's really cold and I was jealous about people who has personal heating jackets. We can't afford those lavish stuff that most of the people here can afford. We needed oxygen to last for the next month. It's 3 am and I'm freezing here. Stars were still visible and as I walk, my eyes were just attached to the marvelous balls of gases, glimmering and shining across the universe. I dreamed of going to stars, exploring their planets and maybe even find and discover a new civilization. I studied really hard and I kept dreaming about being in a real life starship. My family always had this annoying phrase that said, "Dream Small, Stan. Or don't dream at all." They always thought that my idea of joining a real crew on a starship was just a waste of time. I got a full canister of oxygen and carried it all the way to our home. We needed oxygen since Earth is slowly dying. We relied on lab grown oxygen to help us survive. The leaders always thought that our forefathers were the cause of this oxygen apocalypse. They thought too much and made tons of carbon dioxide. I mean, it's true. I read a lot of history books regarding about the climate changing from the 21st century, which is 100 years ago. I can't believe that they had actual seasons like spring, summer and fall. Here, it's only winter since the thick cloud of carbon dioxide stops heat from getting inside Earth. The thought of time travel always inspires me. People from the past say that the future is better than the past but they're wrong. There are many things you can learn from the past. There were trees, fresh air, real water(here, it's lab grown), even natural sunshine! This future is broken and the scientists are working to fix this timeline. After delivering the oxygen canister, I got to Mr. Fleming's bookshop. It's pretty weird to see a 14-year old boy, reading old-timey books. Nowadays, they just process information through their brain using microchips, but you only learn small things from that. Books amused me. They told stories, information, and even experiences from our past heroes. As always, not a lot of people admire books these days. People were weirded by me about reading books and talking about the past. They always "looked to the future" and didn't even considered that there's a past everyone can learn from. Mr. Fleming greeted me and I found a new book that amused me. It's about plants and all. Plants were like diamonds here. Only rich people could afford them. "If you like them so much then you can have them, Stanley." Mr. Fleming winked and grinned at me. I couldn't accept it, so I declined. Usually, Mr. Fleming charges you every month if you take one of his books. "What? Take it, Stanley. I heard that it was your birthday the other day. Take it. It's a gift for you. You're really helpful and I understand about your state. I've been through it too." He said as he takes the book and puts it in my bag. I was really happy about it. Usually, my parents didn't bother buying or making us presents since it was a waste of money and time. I thanked Mr. Fleming and went back home. They were still sleeping and I got to my room and read the new book I got. My room was like a museum of books. I gathered a ton of books and placed them everywhere. It's kinda weird for someone that lives in 2165 to still rely on books for entertainment. To be frank, books are my window to the past. They helped me envision what it was like living a hundred years ago. People needed to wear masks because of a frickin pandemic! I read every single book and it just gave me inspiration about researching about the past. History was just so intriguing. I kept reading and reading, until I finished reading and got to bed. "Wake up, Stan! There's hot chocolate in the table!" Dad shouted as I can barely open my eyes from all that reading last night. "Be right there!" I shouted. I got up, arranged some stuff and got downstairs. I drank the hot chocolate and ate the expired bread. "We have another client, Stan. You remember Marvin? He's on 3rd street. Tighten your ass and get out of here quickly. Be sure to entertain them well! Also, demand double if they let you fuck them, okay? I have a client too, so you'll cook for dinner tonight. You're growing up, Stanley." Dad said as he removes the butt plug that has been stuck on my asshole since yesterday. Dad abused me by selling me to rich families as a sort of entertainment. I know that Dad never wanted this to happen to me, but we needed money for our sick mother and also my dying sister. Dad introduced me into prostitution and rich old guys, even kids my age or older requests their parents to stick their dirty dicks in my mouth or either my asshole. They usually pay well but they sometimes hurt me for their satisfaction. My asshole was really hurting from all that fucking, but we needed money to survive. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I got to my winter clothes and got to a pneumatic tube to transport me faster. I knocked on Marvin's door and his dad answered it. "Stanley!" He exclaimed. "Just in time. Marvin's waiting for you. He's in his bedroom. Make it an hour, I'll pay you double.", Marvin's dad said as he grinned warmly and ruffled my hair. I entered their house and my eyes were amused! There were potted plants and It was mesmerizing to look at. I got upstairs and saw Marvin sitting in his bed, grinning at me. Marvin winked. "Stan. 2 minutes late and my big one here is hungry. Take off the clothes". He stood up, kissed me and made me suck his rock hard dick. It had minimal hair on it. Good thing though, he cleaned it and it was a bit short, about 2 and a half inches long which made sucking his dick a bit easier. Usually, older guys like 16 or 18 uses me as their personal cum dump but Marvin was only 12 and he barely had any cum in his balls. He had about 4 drops of cum in my mouth and he wanted a new request now. I took off my clothes and got into my position. "There. Be good and don't squeal as I say so!" He said as he licks my asshole wet. I was used to being forcefully fucked by men and it just hurts. I would sometimes dream of escaping this godforsaken metropolis and live a normal life in the borderlands but I'm still too young and I was the breadwinner of the family and they relied on me. I was an honor student but my reputation was always an up and down turn of events. Half of the boys in our class already fucked me and some of the teachers too. They always thought that I blackmail the teachers into giving me good grades, but it was all hard work. Kids there would make fun of me because I was a male prostitute. He spanked my ass and slaps me because it pleases him. I've never envisioned myself being fucked by someone who is younger than me. I have big dreams but I never wanted to be an on-call prostitute. Marvin kept biting me and licking me until he had enough and gave me a bar of chocolate. He told me to get the fuck out and I left his bedroom and got to their bathroom to clean myself. There I was, lost in thoughts in their shower when I felt like masturbating. I masturbated silently and smoothly so no one will notice. Sometimes, the clients wants to get fucked by my 4 inch, hairy dick but that rarely happens since I double the price just like Dad said. I felt my orgasm trembling and shooting a generous amount of cum into the bathroom wall, which I immediately cleaned. I got out of the shower, clothed and got downstairs. Marvin's dad greeted me and activated his GC(General Currency) chip that has been stuck on his hand. Everyone here has a GC chip planted on our hands. It acts as our personal credit card. "Okay, Marvin seems pleased. Let's shake hands on it, Stan. Also say hi to your dad for me." He said as we shook hands and transferred 100 dollars to our balance. "T-This is a lot, sir. I...only asked 80 dollars." I nervously said. Clients will add more if you'd stay with them for a little longer. He hugged me, lifted me up high and kissed me. I knew that he needed my services since he payed extra. It's normal for me to be kissed since I feel nothing about it. It's not like they love or like me just because they kissed me. He pushed me to the wall, I licked his neck and kissed with tongue. "There we go. That's the answer to your question, Stan. Did anybody told you that you're an amazing kisser?" He asked and puts me down as I waved goodbye at him. I got out and left. I had 160 dollars in my GC chip and this was enough to last for the next month. I took the pneumatic tube and got to the market. I searched for expired canned goods(they offer less prices in expired goods) and luckily, Phil had some. "Hey Stan. I see you're interested in some cheap goods here. Who's your client today?" He asked. We were both male prostitutes in this town because they pay more if you're young. "Marvin. His dad paid me a handsome amount of money." I replied. "Yeah, Marvin has a small dick, but he's sometimes generous." Phil said as he puts a crate of expired corned beef into my pushcart. I paid him 20 dollars and bam. I have food to last for the next 2 months. "See you at school tomorrow!" I said as I waved goodbye at Phil. Phil was my only friend here. Friends here were like a restaurant meal. It's expensive and sometimes it tastes bad. If you had a lot of money, you had a lot of friends. Phil and I broke that ridiculous rule since we were both poor. He was sometimes curious about books but he'd tune me out if I discuss about the past. I got to the hospital and visited Amity. She was feeling a little bit better and I paid for her medication. I only had 40 dollars left and I need to buy medicine again for Mom. I bought her medicine and immediately got home. Mom was bedridden and cannot stand up, so Dad and I did the hard work. I sat beside her and fed her food. "Stanley, you've been working too hard. Maybe you should relax, bud." She said as I brushed her hair. "Mom, this family needs me. I can't just relax and watch you all suffer! I promise, You and Amity will be cured. I just need to earn more money. You're the one who should get some rest, Mom. I'll be fine." I said as I turned off the lamp and hugged her. I cooked lunch for Dad and I since I had another gig at Mr. Fleming's bookstore. Dad and I ate and discussed some techniques so clients will pay me more money. At a very young age, I learned the value of money and how to get them. Dad went back to town and paid for our water and electric bill. I got to the bookstore and cleaned the shelves, books, the store and the restrooms. I had tons of gigs but they don't pay me that much which is why I would sometimes have clients having sex with me. I wish my life would change.. --------------- TO BE CONTINUED...