From: mpierce@pathcom.com
Subject: New Story - "LIFE AS A HUSTLER" by MM (m/mm, teens, drugs, videos, etc.)
Date: 4 Sep 1996 03:54:53 GMT
WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic
sex between consenting adult and teenaged males. If you are offended by
such material, or are under the legal age of consent to read such material,
please do not read any further. All persons and events depicted in the
following story are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to those living or
dead is purely coincidental.
* * *
"My Life as a Hustler" (Part 1 of 2)
by Mikey Mark
* * *
I am thirty-two years old now. My life is comfortable, and better
than I feared it might turn out when I was just a kid. My parents
divorced when I was twelve and things didn't work out too well after
that. My mom drank too much and my dad got busted for dealing dope. I
ran away when I was fourteen and discovered the easy money of the
streets. I never went back.
I got lucky I guess. Most young teenage kids who run away from
broken homes usually end up wasted, fucked-up or dead. I'm only fucked
up. But the thing that made life easy for me and probably made the
difference was a matter of inches. Three and-a-half of them to be
precise.
For it is precisely by that amount that my own erect dick exceeds
the supposed average size of the adult male penis. I discovered this
fact in a book called the Kinsey Report that I read in the public
library during those long afternoons when I had no place else to go.
I really didn't need a book to tell me this though. I had already long
since discovered that all boys are not created equal.
When I was a kid, my parents would take my older sister and me up
camping with them to a cottage that belonged to an old friend of my
mom's. This was in the late 60's and my parents and their friends were
kindof hippies. They smoked pot, drank and hung out with their friends
listening to rock music. The place had a private sandy beach and so
everyone swam naked. Us kids ended up spending all day there with no
clothes on at all. There were always at least six of us, often eight
or ten kids, split between girls and boys. I ended up in the middle by
age, my sister often one of the oldest girls. We were just kids then,
there was no sex happening, but us boys often got boners and the girls
would make fun of it. And in turn, we would make fun of their non-
existent tits. It was good therapy and I learned then how to be able
to stand naked in front of strangers. This is not an easy task.
It was usually one of the adults though, one of the men in fact,
who would say something about the size of my not so boy sized dick and
the other adults would laugh too loudly and make me very embarrassed.
Being fair skinned, I am prone to blush rather noticeable and this just
adds to the whole scene. Immediately afterwards, the other kids would
continue ribbing me, again, the boys more so than the girls. Now that
I think about it, I don't think the girls ever really commented on it.
They seemed to avoid mentioning it and preferred to pick on Steven, the
oldest boy who had red hair and a small dick. It was only fitting,
because Steven was the most vocal about the girl's lack of tits and too
small nipples.
Thus, at the age of nine, I was pronounced to be a "junior stud"
by my parent's friends and earned the nickname of "Oscar Meyer" from
the other boys. Thankfully I eventually outgrew both the names and the
physical comparison. Since my parents separated when I was eleven, I
never got to go back there again. It might have been fun to have
continued those naked summers on through puberty. Who knows what might
of happened then?
Anyway, as I was saying, by the age of nine or ten, I was fully
aware of the fact that my dick was much bigger than other boys, even
bigger than some of the bigger boys. It was definitely a cool concept
but I didn't dwell too much on it at the time.
By the time I was thirteen in grade eight at school though, things
definitely changed. I wasn't a little kid with a big boner anymore. I
was turning into a typical hormone induced teenaged boy with the added
confusion of watching my parents go through a divorce. I was fucked-
up, confused and began smoking and drinking with some older high school
kids who hung out at the local plaza. I made out with a girl there,
back behind the plaza, hidden by some trees. She gave me a hand job
and told the others that I had a huge dick. It got back to my school.
After that, it just kind of got crazy. Most of the girls at
school just continued to ignore me as before, but some of the girls
giggled and pointed at me. The guys were worse. They were definitely
uncomfortable with this assertion and I twice had to defend my honor
by proving the fact in the boy's washroom after class. I found these
challenge matches to be rather silly but exciting none-the-less. There
we were, four or five boys crowed around the urinals with me in the
middle and all of our boners out for each other's inspection.
Sheepishly they would admit defeat and sulk away with their bruised
egos. The next day they would either ignore me, or hate me.
Some of the other boys were definitely different though. They
either ignored it all as malicious gossip or conversely, became much
more friendly. One or two were so friendly as to offer a helping hand.
They usually used both of them. A few other girls made themselves
available, but these were mostly just the sluts. But I didn't care.
I found myself thinking more and more about other boys. I liked showing
off my dick. Guys always seemed to like it. When I partied with the
guys, we would drink lots of beer and smoke pot. Being boys we would
sometimes piss together. I would take my time and let them each get a
good look at my dick. The all seemed to love staring at it!
You might begin to think that having a big dick is great, but let
me point out that there are some drawbacks. First and foremost is the
horror of going through puberty. Every guy is familiar with those
sudden, unexplainable, unavoidable erections that come upon you at the
strangest times. Well, when your dick really is as big as could wish,
those unexpected erections become VERY noticeable and cause considerable
embarrassment. I got one in gym class once that had the whole class
making fun of me and even the gym teacher was smirking. In a pair of
public school-issue (blue) athletic boxer-type shorts, there ain't much
room to hide 9 & 1/2 inches of rock hard cock!
As I said, I ran away from home when I was fourteen. The divorce
left my mother with less money than before, which she proceeded to blow
on booze. My sister had already moved into her boyfriend's place and I
couldn't stand my mother's boyfriend. My dad was on his way to jail
for trafficking, so I figured that anyplace was better than home.
I managed to hang out at a few friend's places for the first
month, but eventually I had to find something and somehow to pay for
it. One day when my friends went off to school, I went downtown to play
pinball and just hang out. A big burly Mediterranean middle aged guy named
Tony befriended me and offered $50 to let him suck me off. Considering
the state of my finances, it didn't take long to decide my answer.
His apartment wasn't far away, so we walked there. He paid me
cash up front as soon as we stepped inside the door. Ten minutes later
I was naked and this fat guy was sprawled on top of me in a "69" with his
short thick dick in my mouth. It took me quite a while to cum, but he was
determined. He was actually jacking me off with one hand while using his
his mouth on only the top two or three inches of my dick. His own dick
was rock hard and ready to shoot after only a few minutes of sucking. He
had to pull out twice to prevent from ejaculating before I finally
managed to give him his money's worth and a mouth full of cum.
Afterwards, Tony offered me cigarettes and a beer before ushering
me quickly out the door, clutching a small piece of paper with his phone
number written on it. I walked out of the apartment building and
wandered around downtown, feeling very pleased with myself for all the
money I had made and how little effort it took to make it. I decided
than that I might try being a prostitute. I didn't realize I already
was one.
Three days later found me retracing the steps where I met Tony. I
hung out at the same places for a couple of hours with no luck. I had
worn a pair of cutoff shorts with no underwear hoping to attract
attention. I was just about to give up and go somewhere else when I
met another boy, a bit shorter than myself but seeming to be around my
own age. His name was Robby, and it was he who introduced me to the scene.
It didn't take Robby long to figure out that I was lonely,
vulnerable, easygoing, ready, willing and well equipped. He sucked me off
behind an old dumpster just as it was getting dark that very afternoon.
Then he informed me that I could make a mint by letting old guys suck my
dick.
He led me over to a section of downtown where there were a few
other young teenaged guys all standing around in tight jeans and/or shorts.
It was an early summer evening and we sat on a bench nearby and watched as
various cars rolled slowly up to the curb near several boys. One of the
boys, usually the best looking or oldest of the group would approach and
duck his head in the side window. He would either stand like that for a
minute or two and then get in the car, or he would motion to one of the
other boys who would walk up to the side window of the car for a minute
or two and then get in. Robby filled me in on what they were saying,
what they were going to do, what I should do, and should NOT do and most
of all, what to charge. It was all fantastic advice, and although I
considered myself a veteran with my singular experience with Tony, for
the most part, in the days ahead I took his advice and never regretted it.
Eventually I got up the courage and slowly walked down the street.
I only had to go about 100 feet before a guy in Cadillac pulled up to
the curb just in front of me. I walked up to the open window and was
greeted with a friendly hello from a middle-aged guy in a suit. He
offered me a cigarette and blowjob for $40. This was exactly what Robby
told me was the going rate, but Robby also told me to say that I had a
10" dick (which was ALMOST true) and because I was young, I shouldn't
do it for less than double the regular rate. When I told the guy that
I had a nine and a half inch dick (which was true), he immediately
offered me $100, to which I immediately agreed and got into the car.
My friend Robby gave me the "thumbs up" as the Cadillac drove off.
This guy, who turned out to be a lawyer named Ted, took me to some
cheap no-name hotel. He picked up a six-pack of beer on the way as well
as some more cigarettes. We drank a couple of the beers until I got up
to take a piss. This lawyer then tells me that he wants me to piss on
him in the bathtub. I figure that for $100, I'll piss where ever he
wants me to! So the next thing you know, Ted is stripping off his
dark grey lawyer's suit as fast as he can (and folding it in the process)
while I stand around trying to hold it in. When he finally gets himself
naked, Ted gets into the bathtub and kneels down to put the plug in. He
then sits down and tells me to piss in his face. I let her rip and
old'Teddy the lawyer got a faceful of piss. Seeing how much he was
enjoying the action, I amused myself by aiming at different parts of
his body. When I finished pissing, I shook the head of my dick in Ted's
face and he then proceeded to suck me off and jack himself off at the
same time.
Surprisingly enough, Old'Ted the Lawyer was a damn good cocksucker
and managed to swallow more of my dick than I had ever experienced.
In my enjoyment and pleasure, I was mighty tempted to grab his head by
the ears and really fuck his face, but I remembered my position in time
and just moaned with pleasure and let go for an easy orgasm. Ted was
such a good cocksucker, he was able to pull his mouth off my dick just
as I felt it was exactly the moment of orgasm arriving. Franticly, Ted
tells me to jerk myself off and to shoot my cum all over him.
By this time he's laying in the bathtub on his back, with his knees
up and his fist furiously pulling on his short but thick dick. The
bottom of the tub was covered in my piss and it sloshed around when he
moved. I was still standing outside the tub, although I was practically
kneeling on the edge. It took me only about a minute to bring back my
orgasm and to aim it on Ted. I made sure the first shot got him in the
face, the second on the chest, and then shook it around for spray effect
before bringing it back to his face to let the last of it drip out.
After shaking the last few drops of cum from my dick, Ted stood up
and showered himself off. When he was finished, he walked over to his
wallet and counted his money. Satisfied that I hadn't helped myself, he
counted out five twenties and pleaded with me to make this a regular
meeting time. He offered to make $100 the regular rate, and he would
supply the beer, cigarettes and food, whatever I wanted. He gave me a
card with his private number on it along with the cash. Dropping me off
back on the street, I met up with Robby and we celebrated with some pizza
and beer in the park.
After we ate, Robby informed me that he had a regular list of tricks
and that he hardly ever bothered to work the street. I told him of my
two appointments for next week including the $100 trick. Robby said
that was because of the size of my dick. Ten dollars an inch! I told
him that it was only nine and a half inches, but as Robby said, in the
dick business, you always round up!
Robby lived with another hustler boy named Troy who was eighteen
and the three of us got royally stoned with the dope I bought with my
new found wealth. I spent the night there on the couch while Troy
fucked Robby in the bedroom. Troy let me stay there for a few days
until I could find a place. Every day I would go out and work the
street. Robby loaned me some really cool and sexy clothes and I had
the customers eating out of my hand. As I said before, having a nine
and a half inch dick certainly makes some things in life easier!
Within two weeks I had enough money to rent a room for myself at a
boarding house. I tried to make as much money as I could. Sometimes
I turned two or three tricks in a day and got stoned out of my mind at
night. I worked my butt off, literally for a few months before I
finally got a lucky break.
My break came in the form of an invitation to go to a private
party along with a few other hustler boys to provide entertainment for
a bunch of rich (closet) lawyers. It was in a downtown condo and there
were about a dozen guys there, all dressed in suits when the four of us
arrived. My old buddy Ted was one of them, but he pretended that he
didn't know me and avoided me the whole time. They fed us boys full of
hors'oevres and poured hard liquor down our eager young throats. They
flashed wads of twenties when a boy named Cory did a strip-tease. In
response to my growing erection (Cory was seriously cute!), two lawyers
got into a bidding war over who would have the pleasure of playing with
it. Lawyer number two won with a bid of $200 and proceeded to suck me
off in the kitchen. Lawyer number one watched and afterwards matched
the $200 offer. It was wild, I made $400 cash and got three phone
numbers for future appointments in two hours easy work!
Working these lawyers was easy. They paid ridiculously well and
half of the time, all they wanted to do was jack me off although one of
them developed a passion for having his butt fucked. I really enjoyed
screwing a lawyer. Ted was still paying me $100 a week to piss in his
face and so I began to pull down a pretty steady income.
The winter that I turned fifteen I got involved with another
hustler boy named Scott. He was sixteen and really really goodlooking.
We spent endless hours getting stoned out of our minds and fucking
each other's brains out. I really loved Scott's body, as he was very
lean and tanned all over. He had dirty blond hair, blue eyes, dimples
and perfect white teeth. In the hustler business, you either had to be
really young, really beautiful, a superb body builder or hung like a
horse to make any real money. Otherwise, you just sucked cock and got
fucked.
It was really cool hangin with Scott. All kinds of people would
make offers to the two of us, but when we were together, we weren't
working. There is an exception to every rule, and when we met some
guy in a coffee shop who offered to paid us $200 each to jack off
on video for him. A couple of weeks later, the same guy paid the two
of us another $500 to fuck on video. The guy got all wrangy when
Scott refused get fucked on video, but I was willing and so Scott
fucked me as I jerked off for the camera and the guy paid up.
A few months later, Scott and I broke up. He was having all kinds
of troubles and we started to fight all the time. He stopped hustling
and expected me to pay for everything. I gave notice at my rooming
house and Scott just drifted away.
* * *
"My Life as a Hustler" (Part 2 of 2)
by Mikey Mark
* * *
I took up the offer of a cool young guy named Andrew to move into
his condo. He was a goodlooking guy, about thirty years old, and into
computers. I had tricked for him a couple of times and he was obsessed
with the size of my dick. I had my own room, rent was free, meals and
cleaning services were provided, and I was free to conduct my life as I
saw fit. He also drank and smoked dope so there was always plenty of
that around. All that he wanted in return for his generosity was to
see me always naked at home and to surprise him by jacking off in his
face whenever I felt like it. We got into kind of a pattern with him
getting up early to go to work and me waking with the noise. Inevitably,
I would have a morning erection and so I would stumble into the kitchen
and jerkoff onto Andrew's morning newspaper, open on the kitchen table.
Andrew never cared where I shot my cum around his apartment as long as
I didn't get any cum on his clothes before work. He always cleaned it
up.
Other times, he liked to jerk me off really slowly, using only
one hand and lots of lube. We never did anything more than that.
It was a pretty cool set-up, considering that I was pulling in about
$300 or $400 a week on the side for only three or four appointments
with my lawyer friends.
One of these lawyer friends decided that he would like to take me to
lunch before I fucked him up the ass. The problem is he didn't want to
be seen in public in his fine suit accompanied by a teenaged boy
dressed in old jeans and tshirts. Thus, I acquired a bunch of new
clothes. Old Stan was like a kid in a candy shop. In order to look
respectable, he bought me a couple of suits, ties and shiny shoes. Then
for a more informal look, sweaters and casual pants. Then to appease
my taste, a ton of denim jeans, jackets, shirts, workboots, running
shoes. Then to tickle his fancy, an wide assortment of tiny bikini
underwear, jockstraps and regular white jockey briefs. He also bought
me two speedo bathing suits. They were very fashionable at the time.
One of the bathing suits was for his private modeling pleasure as
it was only a small sized suit for 28-30" waists. I did have a 30"
waist but this size in a speedo bathing suit would be very small on me.
The second suit was a larger size so that I might actually be able to
wear it swimming at the hotel that he always stayed at when in the city.
Stan actually lived in New York City but came to Toronto every other
week or so. When in town, he liked to have me drop by his hotel room
regularly. Stan really taught me how to fuck. He really could take
it all and I learned to manipulate his pleasures by slowing down or
speeding up my pace. Once I had him worked in real good, I would let
him have it for all I was worth. He tried to remain silent because
we were in a hotel room but I always prided myself on getting him to
break out in a low gutteral panting when I started to slam into his
butt hard enough to make a slapping noise.
I was having the time of my life and I felt like a king. I wasn't
even sixteen years old yet but I felt grown up. I had lots of money,
lots of clothes, a cool place to live, lots of booze, cigarettes and
dope. It was heaven. I juggled my lawyers as though each was the only
one and they paid me regularly for the privilege of playing with my
big dick. Stan was the richest and most generous, but Old Ted was the
most reliable and always good for a six-pack and a pack of smokes.
Andrew, my computer nerd room-mate, kept feeding me LSD and watching me
sprawl around naked and freaked out while he jerked me off.
It was about this time that I ran into one of my street friends
who told me that some rich looking trick was asking for me. He told me
when he would be back and so I hung around, always curious and looking
to make a buck. The guy eventually returned driving a big new car. He
pulled up to the curb like every other john and one of the kids walks
up to talk to him. He motions to my friend and he points at me. The
guy invites me over and introduces himself as Leo.
I got into his car and we drove around the block while he talked
about how he saw me in a video belonging to a friend of his. He asked
me if I would be interested in making another video or two. I asked
him how much and we negotiated a verbal agreement. He offered me $100
dollars cash up front as a sign of good faith. I agreed to meet him at
a certain donut shop the following weekend. He asked me to be sure not
to have any sex the night before the production.
On account of the money I was being paid, I actually did refrain
from sex for two days prior to the event. I arrived on time, at the
appointed hour wearing the requested clothing. Leo was there and
waiting. We drove off to some small house in the suburbs. The house
looked exactly the same as a dozen others on the street.
Inside the house I met a tall man named Karl. I prayed that the
script didn't include Karl. Leo asked if someone was back yet. Karl
said yes and headed into the basement. I followed Leo into the back
room to meet a cute blond guy named Alex. I figured him to be a
couple of years older than me, seventeen or maybe eighteen. He had
long blond hair and a very slim build. He was about the same height as
me and had a big colored eagle tattoo on his lean right arm. I could
tell that he was a fellow hustler by the way he looked at me. We shook
hands and I prayed again that the script did not include Karl but did
include Alex.
That was in fact the plan. Half an hour later, Alex and I are
sitting side by side on the couch in the basement rec-room. There is a
bank of professional looking lights shining in our faces and there are
two cameras, one on a tripod aimed right at us, the second held by
Karl. There is another guy named Mike who operates the recorder to
which both cameras are plugged into.
When Leo said "Action", Alex, according to the script, leaned over
and began to massage my crotch. With the camera zoomed in on the bulge
of my erection, Alex pulled down my pants and began to slowly suck me off.
Karl brought his camera right up to Alex's face while he sucked my dick.
I just laid back and looked like I was enjoying it. They weren't
recording any sound so Karl and Mike talked continuously, offering
suggestions to both of us about what to do next. It was really weird. I
stood up so Alex could undress me and then and I did the same to Alex.
He had a really beautiful dick, about seven or eight inches, although
rather slim, it was perfectly straight and circumcised and pointed
outwards at a ninety degree angle. I sucked on Alex's cock for a few
minutes until I was given the order to cut. Then without either of us
being allowed to move, Leo slides in between us and lubes up Alex's ass.
Then its "Action" again and I aim my dick slowly into Alex's greased
up asshole. I noticed by the stubble that the hair of Alex's ass has
been shaved. Mine obviously wasn't the first big dick that Alex had up
his cute and well tanned ass because it slid in rather easily. This is
rather uncommon considering my size. Anyway, I fucked Alex to their
instructions, switching positions twice, and eventually shot my load onto
Alex's chest while he jacked himself off. After this we showered off
and headed out for lunch. In the afternoon, they taped each of us
jacking off for the camera by ourselves. For all this "work" they paid
me $350.
The following weekend it was arranged for me to meet them again.
This time Leo drove me out to some seedy motel in the middle of
nowhere. Inside the motel room was Karl and Mike with the cameras and
lights. There was also a cute young kid with curly blond hair named Tim.
The kid looked to be about twelve years old. He was kinda cute, but he was
about a foot shorter than me and skinny. He had a sort of vacant look
about him like he was stoned out of his mind. They directed me to sit on
the couch and Tim gave me a good look over. The script was simple and I
looked at each of them in disbelief when I was told that they wanted
Timmy to sit on my dick and ride up and down facing the camera. I looked
at Timmy's face but he seemed to be out of it and didn't really care.
Timmy snapped out of it quick enough when Leo said "Action" and
Timmy reached for my crotch. Despite his apparent dazed condition, the
kid went at my zipper like an expert. He had my dick about halfway out
of my pants and it was already in his mouth. The kid's mouth was too
small to swallow even half of my dick so Karl zoomed in to frame Timmy's
face licking away at the knob of my dick like a lollipop.
Once I was good and hard, they ordered Timmy to stand up and
strip. I helped by pulling his jeans down while he removed his filthy
tshirt. I massaged his boyish cock through the fabric of his white
underwear and Karl zoomed in for another closeup. When I removed Timmy's
underwear I had to wait because Karl had his camera about six inches
from Timmy's hairless little boner. I then stood up and stripped for
the camera. While I was doing this, Leo was greased up the kid's ass
with plenty of lube.
I sat down on the couch and to my amazement, little Timmy lifted
one leg over and straddled my legs and proceeded to squat over my dick
with his back to me. I had to pull my head back to allow Karl to zoom
in for a closed up of Timmy's ripe little hole and the head of my dick
while Timmy crouched. When Karl got out of the way to set up his camera
directly in front of Timmy, I got to watch in fascination as the kid
actually sat on my dick. I really didn't want to hurt him, but he was
oblivious to the pain. His back was to me, so all that I could see was
my big hard cock getting slowly swallowed by Timmy's tight little boy's
butt as he slowly impaled himself. He managed to slide about half way
down my dick and was riding on that.
This went on for an insanely long period of time before I shifted
my position and Timmy falls off his balanced squat and actually slid
right down on my dick. He howled like crazy but the camera kept
rolling. Now that I had my dick buried to the hilt in his super tight
little ass I started to move around a bit. By rocking back and forth I
sort of shook little Timmy around on my dick and because his ass was so
tight it drove me wild and I started to buck him up and down.
The camera zoomed in on Timmy bouncing around on my dick as I had
a firm grip on his small hips and was trying hold off blowing my rocks
so soon in Timmy's super tight ass. I told Karl and Leo that I
wasn't going to be able to hold out very long so we switched positions.
I crawled on top of Timmy and lifted his legs. I spared a glance at
Timmy's face which looked like he'd been crying. I slipped my dick
back into his incredibly tight little asshole and laid on top of him.
Karl and Leo wanted me to fuck him hard but I tried to restrain
myself. Poor Timmy was suffering, but he was half-wasted, and his ass
was so sweet and tight that it drove me crazy. When I pulled my dick
out and shot my load all over Timmy's stomach, chest and face, it was
one of the biggest loads of my life. It was awesome. I never realized
what a turnon it could be having sex with a kid.
We took a break and then went back at it. This time Timmy and me
were supposed to jack off each other. It was really crazy because
Timmy's dick was so small that I only could use a couple of fingers on
him and he had to use both hands on me. Karl zoomed in on Timmy's face
when I had him doing spasms from the stroking of his little four inch
cock. When we were finished Leo drove me back to my place and paid me off.
Over the next year or two, I appeared in I don't know how many
videos, all shot for private distribution. Nothing ever appeared in
any store. Usually it was just me jacking off wearing a football
uniform or dressed as a Boy Scout, or in old jeans and a tshirt.
Occasionally it would be an action video and I would get to fuck some
other young guy, usually very young and cute. They seemed to get
some kind of a kick out watching my big dick disappear up the tiny
little but of some poor doped up and fucked up street kid.
The height of my depraved career in kiddy-porn videos was reached
when I spent three days at a cottage in Muskoka. Leo had got together
with another producer and they lined up a three days of shooting. The
first day I got to fuck a thirteen year old girl and her twin brother.
The were French-Canadians and didn't speak a word of English. That
night they filmed me drunk and stoned and pissing in the woods.
The next day they fed me acid for breakfast and brought three boys
up from London. They ranged in age from thirteen to sixteen. We spent
the afternoon filming outside horsing around and flashing our dicks
around in the sunshine. The gave us lots of beer and shot a scene of
the four of us standing around and pissing on this bearded guy named
Joe. When we got back to the cabin, they filmed the four of us boys
taking turns sucking and fucking with each other. One of the boys, a
dark haired cutie named Trevor, could actually take all of my dick up
his ass so they spent a lot of time focused on this.
We were all so fucking wasted that the youngest kid had to cut out
of the action twice to go puke his guts. Nicky, the oldest, and I were
flying on acid and horny as hell. Trevor was sucking back the scotch,
bouncing off the walls and getting fucked hard by me and Nicky. Nicky
got rougher and wilder as he got wasted and fucked Trevor so hard and
so fast that Leo had to beg him to slow down for the camera. I had Trevor
riding my dick like a jockey before we changed positions for the camera
and I fucked him bent over the couch. I gave it to Nicky doggy-style
on the middle of the floor and shot my fourth load of the day all over
his creamy white ass. When Jimmy, the piss-drunk thirteen year old,
stumbled back out of the can after puking, Nicky practically jumps him
and shoves his nicely sized dick up the kid's ass. Karl went nuts
zooming in on Jimmy's twisted face when Nicky started rabbit-fucking
the kid doggy style. After this, things sort of settled down as we
were all pretty much drained and too wasted to go on.
Two weeks later I made my last porno video. Leo had again hooked
up with some other guy and I was brought to a small rickety looking
house out in the country. There were two other boys there my age.
One was tall, skinny and very good looking with long blond hair. He had
dimples and I wanted to fuck him. The other was younger, maybe
fourteen, with dark Mediterranean looks and curly hair. They brought
out the video cameras and filmed the three of us jacking off together.
I was surprised at the sizes of the two other boys. Obviously somebody
wanted three big boys together.
We timed ourselves so that we all came in sequence. First young
Angelo with his nice thick 8" dick and his thick gobs of white cum.
Then blond Curtis with his 9" pole and his long distance squirts of
watery cum. Then I followed with my 10" monster and sent gobs flying
with the stroke of my hand. When we finished this, they fed us booze
and smoked pot and showed us some really wild video tapes. Once we got
really worked up again, Leo and this other guy named George brought in
this young black kid wearing nothing but a pair of handcuffs behind
his back. The kid seemed to sort of slide into the middle of the room
and kneel down obediently.
Karl and Leo then dive for the cameras as George walks up and
gives the kid a couple of healthy snorts of poppers. The kid goes nuts
and starts falling all over the place. George lines Angelo up and
pushes him down on top of the black kid. He then pretends to whip
Angelo's ass and orders him to fuck the kid. Angelo has a bit of
trouble getting his dick into the kid's ass but he eventually manages
to make it fit. The kid starts moaning and Leo shoved a mic in his
face. Angelo got into the rhythm and fucked the kid pretty hard and
fast. When he blew his load, Curtis replaced him with his long sleek
nine inch dick which seemed to slide in rather easily after Angelo's
thicker than average dick.
Curtis had a smooth slow pace. George wanted him to go faster so
he offered him poppers. When Curtis put it to the max, the kid's moans
got louder. I remember thinking that you could tell that his voice had
not yet changed by the sound of his moaning. When it was my turn, I
stuck my big dick into the poor kid's ass like there was no tomorrow.
It was loose and wet, but I was really horny after watching Curtis and
Angelo fuck him and the hot S&M videos we had just watched made me
aggressive. George told me to go faster and I did. I gave that kid as
hard a pounding as I have ever given anyone. The snap of George's whip
on my ass didn't hurt but it made me go wild. I felt like a pure-bred
race-horse, being paid and whipped to shove my horsecock up this kid's
ass. George gave the kid another round of the poppers and I could feel
him open up inside. I shot my load and pulled my dick out to find it
covered in blood and shit.
I went to the washroom to clean up. It was grossing me out. When
I got back I found that Angelo was fucking the kid again and George was
giving him poppers. It was insane. The black kid was wasted out of
his mind and was probably injured and these guys were going on as
though nothing was happening. After Angelo, Curtis gave it to the kid
again even harder and faster than before. I couldn't take it anymore and
asked them to drive me home.
I stilled turned a few tricks with my lawyer friends after that, but
I never did another video. Eventually, I got bored of being always
wasted and getting my dick sucked for a living, so I quit cold turkey.
Everything. I even got a normal job and worked at it for a year and a
half before succumbing to the lure of easy money once again. However,
this time it was different. It was on my own terms, just for spare
money, and since I wasn't totally strung out on dope anymore, I actually
had some spare money! Eventually, I fell in love with a really cool guy
and I stopped selling my cock altogether. Besides, at twenty in the
hustler business, you're old!
I don't regret my life, but unless you got a nine or ten inch dick, I
wouldn't recommend the life of a hustler. Unfortunately, too many young
guys don't get to make that kind of a choice. When you are starving to
death and have nowhere to live, selling your ass or your cock is not a
choice, its a necessity.
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