The Loser
Chapter 1: Life

Copyright© 2015 by Capt. Zapp

Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1: Life - Sometimes when everything seems to have gone wrong, something good happens. Or at least something unexpected. Loosely inspired by cmsix and others. Codes may refer to off-screen action or later chapters. There is no sex until well into the story.

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Consensual   NonConsensual   Rape   Romantic   Slavery   Heterosexual   Fiction   Tear Jerker   Science Fiction   Aliens   Far Past   Time Travel   Incest   Daughter   Harem   Polygamy/Polyamory   Anal Sex   First   Oral Sex   Pregnancy   Slow   Violent  

Well, it happened again. Just when I thought everything might finally be going my way, I lost everything.

My name is Andrew Williams but everyone calls me Andy. No, I am not that Andy Williams; we're not even distantly related. I am fifty five years old. Ever since I was a young boy, nothing ever seemed to work out for me. I had gotten into trouble before I was a teen. Nothing major really. I got lost within ten blocks of my house, watched as my clothes floated downstream while swimming, and getting a huge gash on my head from a piece of machinery I had no business being around. I had few friends because we moved around so much, being a military brat. After dad retired, we moved back to his hometown. Talk about culture shock! This place felt like it was at least twenty years behind the times. And talk about prejudices! If you were not born there, you were an outsider, and if you were of mixed ancestry ... well, you get the picture. Needless to say I was pretty much an outcast. I could count on one hand the number of friends I had for the next eight years.

I'm very ordinary in looks. At five foot eight and a hundred eighty pounds, I'm pretty average. With my dark hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin, I'm the guy everyone sees, but never really notices except that you can tell I'm not one hundred percent 'white'.

I got my first real job when I was twelve delivering the local paper. It wasn't a big route and took me less than an hour from start to finish. I remember the paper had held "new customer" drives every year, with the prizes based on number of new subscribers for the demographic area. My last year, I had increased my volume by fifty percent. Surely that would qualify for one of the big prizes! What I didn't know was that the paper decided to discontinue the contest that year. I was so shocked and disappointed at losing out that I quit the job.

My next 'real' job was at a convenience store. I enjoyed working with customers and even got flirted with by some of the girls that came in. That lasted until the owner decided that the location was too run down (it was a converted service station), closed it and demolished the building.

I did manage to get me a girlfriend. She was the sweetest and prettiest girl around ... well at least to me. We got together when we could, which was not often since we lived almost thirty miles apart.

After graduation, I joined the military, just to get away. After basic training, I returned and proposed to my girlfriend and she said Yes! I was the happiest man alive. We decided to wait to get married since she was still in school for another year, but we started planning. I set up an account for the two of us and started making deposits from my pay. After she graduated, I returned with the intention of marrying her and taking her with me. Imagine my shock when she told me that she wasn't ready to marry. I told her we could wait a while longer to which she agreed. I went back to my duty station, a bit depressed, but still hopeful. That hope was totally destroyed a couple of months later when I was informed by a 'friend' that she had married someone else. I was devastated.

So, there I was in one of the easiest places to 'hook up' with absolutely no desire to do so. I spent most of my free time in my dorm room, but could not get much peace and quiet. I decided to take up golf just for the privacy and serenity. One day while on the course, I met a lovely young lady and we started to hang out and golf together. She had an advantage over me since I was constantly distracted by the view. Just as I was thinking there might be something between us, she let me know that her father had gotten orders and she would be leaving soon. She told me that she hoped she could find a friend like me to golf with at their next assignment. I never saw her again.

Wouldn't you know it, my next assignment was somewhere that there was a 'girl behind every tree' ... only there weren't that many trees, and the ones that were there must have been where they grew ugly sticks. I'm not saying they were all physically unattractive, but the ones that weren't had personalities that left a lot to be desired. Again, I met one girl that I really liked ... at her father's retirement party.

Next I was sent to a remote station. That is to say that the only people there were the military assigned there and civilian contractors. There were no families for either side. There were no places to go while off duty since we were the only ones for miles around. We did have recreation facilities, but they were severely limited ... a two lane bowling alley, a 'theater' that was about the size of a two car garage, a 'rec center' that offered little more than a place to hang out and play cards, the club, and a photo lab. Now there was something I might get into. With a year to explore and document in pictures, I decided to learn to develop and print my own photos. I must say I got proficient, but by no means was I a professional. I did it because it was relaxing.

I did mention that there was a club. Most bases have at least two, one for the officers and one for the enlisted personnel. This club was for everyone on the base. They had unknown bands brought in on occasion through the USO, bingo night, and a DJ the rest of the time. I learned how to DJ so I could fill in while the regular DJ was on leave. Of course that ended when he returned a month later.

After a year, I returned to the 'real' world. From the coldest place I had been to the muggiest. I wished I could have stayed where it was cold. Most people will tell you they prefer to be where it is warm, but I say it is easier to warm up than it is to get cool. If it's too hot or humid, what can you do? You can only get so naked and cuddling is not going to help. Turn on the AC? What if there is no AC? A fan helps a little, but it's still HOT AIR. If it's cold, put on more clothes, start a fire, or cuddle up with someone or with a pet. Even exercising will help you warm up.

I got tired of being alone so I ended up married. Let me tell you something. Being lonely is NOT a good reason to get married. Needless to say, that didn't last very long.

OK, so life has not been the great adventure I had hoped for. I ended up getting out of the military and spent many years working a variety of jobs including fast food, farming, office work, driving, manufacturing, construction, and DJing and I was still unsatisfied. Nothing lasted. Life seemed to be a lost cause for me.

Thinking back, I thought I must be a "Bad Luck Schleprock". Of the bases I had been to, either as a dependent or on active duty, most had been closed due to cutbacks. Most of the places I had worked had also closed their doors for one reason or another.

Tonight, I had lost another job. It wasn't my fault. There was a fight and someone pulled a gun and started shooting. The bar had already been on probation due to other violence at their location. I loaded up my equipment and headed home. Wouldn't you know it; some fool in a pickup just couldn't wait to pass and ran me off the road. As I sat there in the ditch with steam coming from under the vehicle, I yelled in frustration, "Why can't something happen that will let me win at life?"

Me and my big mouth...

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