Growing up in Sparks, Nevada in the early 80's, I was something of a juvenile Delinquent. My mom worked long hours as a cocktail waitress at Karl's Silver Club and even when tips were good, we barely managed to make ends meet. As for my dad, I hadn't seen the prick since I'd been five years old.
Being an only child, I was home alone and on my own a lot. I started ditching school in jr High and hanging out on the street with my best friend Donald, a runty little blonde kid. Donald's dad was a major pothead. They lived in the same trailer court as mom and me. I used to score a lot of weed from Don's place. His dad was usually so stoned he just assumed he'd smoked whatever turned up missing.
Donald and I spent our days walking through the casinos and stealing coins from unwary tourists winning's bowls and the coin slots of the video poker and slot machines. When we'd get chased out of the casino by security, we'd break into cars in the parking lots. Sometimes we'd shoplift from the supermarket or even break into a house. We never got caught.
I suspect my mom knew what I was up to. But she didn't bitch about it. The sad truth was, the little bit of cash and food I brought home from my thievery helped. She just worried I'd get caught.
Besides Donald, I used to hang out with this real cute black girl named LaTricia (my spelling might be wrong). When I say she was hot, I mean she was smoking hot. She used to wear this little school girl outfit around, even though uniforms weren't required at Dilworth Middle School. She lived with her dad and step-mom near the Silver Club. Her dad was one of the kitchen staff at the casino, but because he had a major gambling addicition, every paycheck was gone before he made it. Her step-mom was a burnt out white druggie chick named Sue.
I lost my virginity to LaTricia. Donald and I both did on the same day. We talked her into smoking a little pot with us in an empty house down the block from her place and within twenty minutes of sneaking into the house, her panties were down around her ankles and my hand was up her skirt playing with her pussy while Donald watched.
We took turns fucking LaTricia on the musty old carpet in the living room of that house and then smoked a joint afterward. It became something of a regular thing over the summer of '84. Considering we never used condoms and always came in her, I'm amazed she never got pregnant.
I fucked her step-mom a few times too. The first time I'd come around looking for LaTricia and she wasn't home. Her step-mom smelled pot on me and begged me for a little. I told her no, I couldn't just give it away and I didn't give credit. That was when she asked if I'd take a trade.
Despite being a druggie chick, she wasn't that old and she was definitely fuckable if not pretty. Sue was short and slender with red hair and pale skin, small perky breasts and a nice round ass. I agreed.
We did it in the bathroom. She sat on the toilet while I stood in front of her and she gave me a sloppy blowjob. The thick red lipstick she wore smeared all over my cock and even matted in my pubes. After that, whenever she wanted a little weed she'd either come looking for me or beg me whenever we ran into one another. A few joints were always good for a blowjob, a little pussy or even anal. Sue would do whatever you wanted. Once Donald and I burned her with 3 joints made of ground Parsley in exchange for a threesome, with me banging her in the ass and Donald fucking her pussy. She whined a lot over that one, but Donald and I just laughed our asses off.
As I grew older, in my later teens (16, 17, 18) I was handsome enough to start hustling some of the tourists in the casinos. Older ladies, even a few guys on the lookout to score with a hot younger guy were usually willing to pay top dollar for sex. Sucking a dick didn't bother me if the end result was a hundred or more dollars in my pocket. And I always charged the guys more, because I didn't really want to do it with them and needed it to be worth the while. What I never did was let anybody fuck me in the ass, although I did take five small to fuck this one old guy in the ass once. I can't tell you how hard it was getting up for that. But five hundred is a good motivator.
I moved away from Sparks in my early twenties. My mom passed away and Donald had moved even before then. I just didn't have a reason to stick around.
I'm in my 40s now and living in Oregon. I have a pretty good life. A normal life. You'd never suspect how wild my youth was. But it's something I think back on quite a bit. As shitty as it was sometimes, I'd love to be able to go back and relive some of those times.