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Hindsight Sucks Big Time - Prologue. Prologue
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It was a rainy Thursday evening in June. Dusk had settled, but the rain made it seem darker. Scott O'Connor saw someone ahead along the side of the road in the classic hitchhiker pose.
He thought to himself, 'Guy's gonna catch pneumonia or something.'
Scott slowed down so he wouldn't splash the guy. He pulled up beside him and lowered the passenger window in his 2024 Audi A6 as he stopped the car. His heart stopped when the young man leaned into the car.
But he hid his shock well, "You're soaked, get in."
"Where you headed?"
"Home, but I have time for a detour. Where do you need to be?"
"Nowhere, man," he responded as he wiped wet hair strands off his forehead. "Just drop me off at a main road near your house."
"Can't do that. It's supposed to rain all night."
The slightest slump of the stranger's shoulders was enough to tell he wasn't looking forward to more of the storm.
"Get in, I'll put you up for the night, and we can figure out where you can go in the morning."
"I don't know," he said, his gaze shifting as if he were thinking it over.
"My name's Scott O'Connor. You'll know where I live," Scott insisted as he reached for his cell and unlocked it. "Here, I have 9-1-1 pre-dialed on my phone. All you'd need to do is hit send if I try anything."
'And man, would I like to try something with you.' While his priority was getting the young man out of the rain, Scott couldn't deny the guy was his type.
"I can't pay for gas, a room, or anything."
"Did you hear me ask for money?" Scott rebuffed. Just who picked up a hitchhiker expecting money? "Get in, the rain's gonna ruin the leather."
Whatever reservations the young man had were set aside, and he got in, "Thanks, dude."
"No problem. I couldn't let you stay out in this rain."
Scott pulled back onto the road.
"You gave me your name," the young man said aloud. Though Scott didn't turn to look, he heard the slight smile in his voice. "So, I guess fair is fair. Jeremiah Adams."
"Pleased to meet you, Jeremiah," Scott replied, unable to keep a return smile from forming on his face. "Why are you out on a night like this?"
Jeremiah, who realized he was staring a bit too long at Scott's smile, turned away and looked out the window.
"OK," Scott added, having seen the withdrawal from the corner of his eye. "None of my business. Have you eaten lately?"
"You don't need to buy me food," Jeremiah's words were heavy with guilt.
"That doesn't sound like a yes to me," Scott replied as he tried to keep his tone from coming off as condescending. He wasn't one to judge. "There's a KFC up ahead. I'll buy you a meal. I was going to wait until I got home to eat, but take-out works, too."
They fell into silence as the car crawled closer to the KFC in question. Then, Jeremiah caved in.
"Can we go to the Taco Bell side?"
"Tacos it is."
There were a few cars ahead of them, so Scott decided to wait until they were next in line before lowering his window. The silence between them wasn't what he considered tense, but it wasn't all at ease, either. When there were only two cars ahead of them, the young man decided to break the silence by dropping a bomb.
"I can't pay you anything, but if you want a blowjob, I'd be willing."
Scott turned his head, ready to say something about not appreciating being played with. However, the expression on Jeremiah's face was not only serious, but his eyes held a touch of the defiant, cocky lust that only a man at the peak of his sensual prime had the gall to display so candidly. He'd said it less as an exchange and more as a challenge.
Scott briefly thought back to the last time he was around Jeremiah's age. He wouldn't have dared. Times weren't any less dangerous than they had been in the past, but these younger generations were bolder and braver.
"That doesn't sound like a no to me," Jeremiah deduced with a smirk, throwing Scott's own words right back at him.
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