Riding Him(5)

The other reason is that she’s so young. She says she’s 21, but she looks like she’s fifteen. Far too young to be getting my dick hard. But here we are, with my cock straining down my thigh and aching to break free because I’m within ten feet of her sweet-smelling cunt, her little body that I know I could easily move around. Take her on any surface and not even strain a muscle. Well, except for my cock.

There’s something about her that’s familiar, and I’m drawn to her. I try to fight it every step of the way, but I’m always pulled back to her. I feel like there’s something about her that’s like me, almost like she can see through people’s bullshit like I can.

I grew up around rich snobs who flaunted their wealth, so it’s easy for me to spot someone being fake. My parents come from old money in Kansas City. They are from a long line of socialites and just assumed I would follow in their footsteps.

Most people don’t know it about me but I was a really fat kid. I was overweight and didn’t have a lot of friends, so I stayed in my room and played video games. Then after time, that developed into an interest in computers. And after getting really bored one night, I started to see what I could do just sitting in my room. What damage was I capable of? I started off small, hacking into the high school’s system and changing out a few things. Just kids’ stuff at first. After a few months of basic tinkering, I started to branch out. I made friends online, and with them I started doing things that were riskier. Right before my eighteenth birthday, I broke into one of the government’s highest security clearance sites and ordered all of them pink dildos and charged it to the taxpayers in Washington DC.

I thought I’d cleared my trail, but when a man in uniform showed up on my doorstep, we were both just as surprised to see the other. Thankfully my parents were in Paris on a trip and I was home alone. General Rogue and I came to an understanding that day. He promised not to take me to jail if I promised to show up at an address the following day and take a few tests. I agreed, figuring I was getting off easy and would do whatever they asked as long as it kept me out of prison. I was a punk kid, but I also knew enough to know I’d fucked up.

When I showed up to the address the next day, I was put in front of a computer and asked to perform some tasks. Some were child’s play and some were really challenging. To my amazement, I looked up six hours later, not realizing where the day had gone. General Rogue came over and talked to me, and for the first time in my life, someone asked me what I wanted to do with my life. He said I had potential, and he could get me in a program in the military if I could somehow pass the physical tests. I was embarrassed because I was so overweight and out of shape that I knew that wasn’t possible. But he said if I wanted it bad enough, he would make it happen.

He gave me his number and told me I could think on it for a few days but that he needed an answer by the end of the week. My eighteenth birthday. I knew the second I walked out of there what my decision was going to be. But I waited until the day and called him to give him my answer. He swore me in that afternoon and put my ass on a plane to Parris Island.

I heard my parents got the news a few days after they came back and found the letter on my bed. From what one of my friends said, they called the police and tried to get me to come home. They’d said the military had kidnapped me. But I was already halfway through basic, and was killing myself to stay in. I knew I didn’t want to go back to that lifestyle, and this was my ticket out.

I’d never worked so hard in my life, and soon I started to keep up with the guys around me. I met Savage and Pres, and we became the best in our class. I was tested for intel and scored through the roof. The rest is history. I did my tours with the Marines and got out after Savage got hurt. My parents are still assholes about my decision and are, needless to say, quite disappointed in the path I took. My mom is even less excited about my tattoos and hair, but I stopped caring the day I stopped using their money. I took what little I made in the military and invested it. I ended up making a shit ton and invested the rest of the guys’ money for them, too. The last thing we wanted to worry about was paying our bills while serving our country, so we played it smart, and it paid off.

Now I just game online and do the occasional hack when it benefits the club. General Rogue was more like a dad to me than my own father, giving me advice during my career and even now that I’m out. I got him playing World of Warcraft after he retired, and now I get emails at least once a week shit-talking me. Life was good and exactly how I wanted it, until Violent Violet walked in the club looking for a cut. Looking to put my life into chaos.