Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2016 16:49:21 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: Self-Sucking Rent Twink

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SELF-SUCKING RENT TWINK

I had endured the day from hell by the time I pulled off Interstate 70 and
into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn west of Glenwood Springs.  Winter
driving conditions in the Rocky Mountains are hit or miss at best, but this
trip had been particularly bad.  I ran into dense fog and snow almost
immediately after heading west from Denver and climbing into Mt. Vernon
Canyon.  The drive didn't improve as I inched my way west.

The Eisenhower Tunnel under the Continental Divide was closed periodically
to allow snow plows to clear the approaches to the tunnel, and by the time
I got through the tunnel and reached Vail Pass, the interstate highway was
a parking lot.  I sat for six hours as an avalanche was cleared, and after
the road reopened traffic was so backed up that it barely crawled.  By the
time I stumbled into the Holiday Inn, it was past 10:30 p.m.  What should
have been a three hour trip had been a fifteen hour nightmare.

The desk clerk perked up when I entered and gave me a happy smile.  He had
shaggy, surfer-blond hair and he brushed a shock from his face as I reached
the desk.  His name tag read, `Kord.'

Kord looked like a high school kid.  I figured he had to be 16 to be
working nights, but from his looks I doubted he was any older than that.
He might be 17, but 18 was too much of a stretch.  The kid was short of six
feet by several inches and had a slender frame.  He didn't look to be
downright skinny like a lot of high school boys.  The motel was in a rural
area and kids in rural areas often are surprisingly muscular because
they've done plenty of manual labor.

With the snowy weather outside, I worried that the Holiday Inn wouldn't
have vacancies.  Sleeping in my truck would be a fittingly bad way to end
what had so far been a disastrous day.  But happily, the place still had a
few empty rooms, and Kord checked me in quickly.

"I don't suppose there's anywhere to get something to eat this time of
night?" I asked.

Kord shook his head.  "Nah, they roll up the sidewalks here at 5:00, and
even when it isn't snowing like a banshee, the restaurants are all dark by
9:00.  The only place that's probably still open is the pizza place, but
it'll be closing in ten or fifteen minutes."

"They deliver?" I asked hopefully.  I was famished, having eaten nothing
for the last 10 hours other than some trail mix I had in the truck.

Kord shook his head again.  His eyes traveled up and down my body, and he
gave me a long stare.  After a pause, his face brightened with a suggestive
smile and he said, "I could call them now and ask them to make you a pizza.
I get off in 15 minutes and I could run over and pick it up for you.  I'm
always looking to pick up a few extra bucks."

Yes, I bet you are, I thought.  I contemplated whether the kid merely
wanted to pick up a few dollars for fetching the pizza or whether he could
be a rent boy.  If he hadn't been so young, I would have been certain that
he hustled.  Kord's demeanor had hustler written all over it, and his age
was the only thing keeping me from being convinced that his ass regularly
hosted stiff cocks.

You'd be surprised at how many young dudes at motels, restaurants and gas
stations along interstate highways had figured out they could pocket good
money for servicing men traveling along the highway.  The kids' stories
were often the same.  They would start letting guys suck them off, then
maybe fuck a guy.  But most men wanted to get off and money talks, so it
wouldn't be too long before the kids were cocksucking and taking it up the
ass.  Fifteen minutes of mouth work or half an hour taking it up the ass
and dudes could make more money than busting their butts all day behind a
cash register or busing tables.  An open ass or an open mouth was an unused
resource unless it was filled with spunk.

I could make use of a hot rent boy ass right now.  I quickly agreed to
Kord's suggestion, telling him to get a big enough pizza so there would be
some for him.  He smiled in anticipation.  Kid was probably already
counting the extra money he was going to make.  I asked if he wanted any
money for the pizza ... or anything else.  "Nah, we'll settle up later," he
replied with a grin.

"Great," I said. "You sure you don't have anything else you need to do
tonight?"

"Nothing until my French class tomorrow morning at 8:30," Kord replied.
With his baby blue eyes drilling into me, he added, "But I can always skip
that class because I'm really good at French."  He raised both eyebrows and
rolled his tongue against the inside of his cheek.  Jeez, the kid was
advertising his cocksucking skills!  His behavior left little doubt he was
a rent boy, but because of his age I still wondered if I was misreading
him.

I travel across the country a lot, and finding a good motel hustler is like
stumbling on a diamond in the rough.  The problem is that the good ones
don't stick around very long.  Kord's jaunty talk could have been scripted
by a born hustler.  He looked too young to know how to handle a man's dick,
but unless he was all talk and no action, the kid had swung on plenty of
cocks, despite his age.

I seldom bothered with kids Kord's age because most of them were either
completely naïve or druggies.  All in all, young kids took too much
effort.  Nothing worse than getting horned up to fuck a tight ass and then
have a punk kid start crying when he discovers it hurts.  Give me a hustler
with some miles on him and there would be nothing but business –
business meaning a night of steamy man sex.  While I might be wrong, Kord
acted like he knew exactly what he was doing and had done it a hundred
times.  It didn't much matter, because for better or worse he was what was
available.

My day was suddenly looking up.  Once in the room, I plugged in my cell to
charge it and took quick shower.  I figured I still had some time before
Kord would appear with the pizza, so I wrapped a towel around my waist and
sat down with my laptop to reply to a few messages.

I had more things to address than I anticipated, and before long it had
been 45 minutes since I checked in.  Fuck!  Good chance that Kord would
never show and I'd end up going to bed with an empty stomach.  Kids are
flighty like that.  One moment they're going gangbusters and the next
moment they change their mind with no apologies.  I hadn't taken Kord for
being unreliable, but you never know.  He was just a kid.

Resigned to my fate, I was about ready to head to bed when there was a
knock on my door.  At this time of night, it had to be Kord.  I debated
telling him to wait a minute so I could pull on some pants, but I figured,
what the hell, and answered the door wearing only the towel.  Outside, Kord
was holding a pizza box and a six pack of beer.  He gave me a hungry look,
his bright eyes rapidly scanning my bare chest and stomach.  Kid had a shit
eating, happy grin on his face as I invited him in.

Kord's hair was wet and frozen, and once inside the room, it began to drip.
"Sorry I took so long," he said.  "I stopped to take a quick shower and
... clean myself out."  So much for subtlety, I thought.  But I appreciated
Kord thinking ahead.  Nothing worse than a dude that is all hot to trot but
not prepared.

"How'd you get the beer?" I asked as Kord brushed snow off and slipped out
of his coat.

"I know the dude that works nights at the liquor store," Kord replied.  "He
was locking up when I got there, but he gave me a six pack.  He lets me buy
beer unless there is someone else in the store at the same time.  I do some
favors for him."  I had an idea what kind of favors Kord did for the guy.
Probably the same kind of favors he was about to do for me.

Kord didn't stop with his coat, pulling off his T-shirt, too, before
popping open a couple of beers.  The kid had a surprisingly hunky little
body.  His tits were tiny, but he had respectable pecs, and his stomach was
a tight washboard.  Given how small in stature he was, his shoulders and
biceps were damn good, covered with tight muscles.  I had hoped for at
least a little treasure trail below his bellybutton, but the kid was as
smooth as a baby.  If he shaved, I doubted it was more than a couple of
times a week.  He was far too twinky to be my type, but I didn't have a
buffet of naked men to choose from.  I wasn't complaining given the paucity
of alternatives.

Frankly, Kord's attitude was a big turn on.  One reason I wasn't keen on
twinks was that they came with too much baggage.  Kord acted like a
20-something hustler, eager and excited and not yet jaded.  The puzzling
thing is that he was crammed into the body of a 16 year old with a cute
face.  I'd take that package any day over the reverse, and I had run into
more than my share of 20-somethings that looked like they had been around
the block but were little more than spoiled teenagers.

We each took a swig of beer and Kord said, "You wanna smoke a joint before
we eat?  Pizza is like a hundred times better when you're stoned."

I wasn't surprised.  Colorado had recreational marijuana, but, like booze,
it wasn't sold to anyone under 21.  When I turned into the Holiday Inn, I
saw a store across the street selling marijuana, and I had a feeling that,
if I asked, Kord would tell me he did favors for a guy that worked there.
Of course high school kids had been smoking dope for decades before it
became legal, so Kord wasn't breaking new ground by being into weed.

We killed the joint and downed the pizza.  Kord could certainly pack it
away.  He wolfed down the food and ate as much as I did; by the time we
finished the last two pieces, I was stuffed, so I figured Kord had to be,
too.  It didn't look like Kord's narrow torso could hold what he ate.
Fucking teenagers.  They are bottomless pits when it comes to food, and can
eat whatever they want and never gain a pound.

Kord could drink his share, too.  He had downed three beers by the time we
finished the pizza.  I had one more left, and Kord popped the top and
brought it over to me, handing it to me.

He lingered in front of me, a look of lust on his face.  Without asking, he
took the opportunity to pull my towel off and expose my cock and balls.
His eyes got big and a smile broke across his face as he said, "Getting
high makes me horny.  Fucking insanely horny."

Seeing my hunky little rent boy's jeans hanging low, exposing the top of a
surprisingly nice bubble butt and anticipating what was about to happen, I
felt my cock began to respond, thickening and slowly lifting off my thigh.
"Damn," Kord whispered, staring at my package with a dazed look.  He licked
his lips and climbed into my lap, facing me, wiggling his ass on top of my
dick.

"Fuck, you're damn hot," Kord said breathlessly.  "I hook up with a lotta
dudes that come through here, but you're a fucking stud.  I haven't done a
dude with a body and a dick as incredible as yours."

I kept in shape and was blessed with good genes, but I still appreciated
the compliment.  Normally a fuzzy cheeked teenager telling me I was hot
wouldn't mean much, but Kord had apparently serviced plenty of dudes, so
perhaps he knew what he was talking about.

Kord leaned toward me with his lips parted and in moments our mouths met.
I forced my tongue deep into the kid's sweet mouth as he let out a
whimpering moan.  I ran my hands up and down the sides of his smooth,
slender torso as he felt my chest and abs.  He found the two barbells
piercing my nipples and played with the metal with his thin hands.  I let
him tweak my tits for several minutes, but then pulled him close to me,
feeling the warmth of his smooth, tight chest against my skin.

As we kissed, I moved my hands down Kord's smooth back and into his ass
crack.  Like most teenagers, Kord wore his jeans loose and low on his hips,
and he was going commando, not wearing underwear, so it was easy to get my
hands all the way inside the back of his jeans and grab his ass cheeks.  I
slipped my middle finger into his tight, moist crack.  He moaned as I
massaged his anus, whispering to me, "You own it, mister.  You own my
fucking asshole.  I need your big cock inside it.  I wanna get fucked."

We kissed for a good, long time as I fingered Kord's hole.  He squirmed
each time I touched his prostate, getting hotter and hotter.  Damn, the kid
wanted it.  My cock was hard and I wanted it too.  I was ready to ram my
meat in my little hustler's boy butt.

I figured we better take care of money first.  I broke the kiss and
whispered, "So, Kord, what do I owe you?  For the pizza and the beer and
the joint, and everything else. For your ass. Make sure you add enough to
cover missing your French class tomorrow morning."

Kord's face lit up.  My initial reaction was that he was happy I brought up
paying him, but later I became convinced it was because I had signaled that
he'd still be having sex with me when the rest of the kids in his class
were sleepily reciting French.

"Twenty bucks," he said happily.

"Twenty bucks?" I questioned.  "The pizza had to cost that much, let alone
the beer."  And that ignored the joint and Kord's rent boy services.

"Nah, the pizza was left over from slices that didn't sell, and my bud at
the liquor store just gave me the six pack `cuz he didn't want to open the
cash register back up.  He knows I'm good for it.  The dude at the Mary
Jane store gave the joint this afternoon for sucking him off after I got
out of school."

Even ignoring the food, beer and joint, twenty bucks for a hot twink ass
was nothing.  Maybe I was wrong about my little rent boy knowing the ropes.
Frankly, if he had said two hundred bucks instead of twenty, I would have
considered on overnight with the kid a bargain.  "Tell you what," I said,
ready to get the kid's jeans off and my cock all the way up his promising
asshole, "twenty bucks plus a big, big tip, depending on how hot you are."

Kord grinned and said, "God, yes.  I want your big dick all the way up my
boi pussy!  I want you to fuck my brains out!"

Hustlers know never to give up the goods before getting paid, so Kord
should have collected my twenty then and there, but maybe he figured it was
pocket change, so why bother?  Or maybe he trusted me not to stiff him.  I
was going to stiff him, but with my rock hard cock rather than by not
paying him.

Kord hopped off my lap and slid his jeans over his slim hips, not even
needing to unzip.  In front of me was the surprise of the night.

The fucking twink was hung like a horse!  A massive dong pointed to the
ceiling.  I packed a fat seven and a half or eight inches, but Kord had to
be two or three inches longer.  The kid was short of the fabled foot long
dong, but not by much.  His cock was slender like he was, so I had him on
thickness, but I didn't think I had ever seen a cock as long as the one
rising from Kord's sparse, trimmed pubes.  At least not in person; maybe
some dudes I had seen on the internet had mammoth cocks as long as Kord's.
If I had come across a picture of Kord's dick on the web, I would have
sworn it had been photo shopped.  Next to his slim body, Kord's dick was
almost comical.

Seeing me stare at his monster, Kord said apologetically, "Yeah, I know
it's like, kinda big.  You gotta promise me you'll fuck me like we agreed.
Too many dudes see my piece and decide they want me to fuck them instead.
Not that I mind dicking an ass, but you're hot and I gotta have your big
cock up my ass.  I really want you fuck me.  Fuck me all night long!  I
wanna get fucked so hard I wake up in tomorrow."

I wondered how I had missed the massive tool stuffed into Kord's jeans,
especially with no underwear to conceal it.  I must have overlooked it
because of his baggy jeans.  In truth I seldom looked at a twink's package,
because very few kids have anything to brag about.  Maybe I would have to
start checking more closely.

"Don't worry," I answered, "I plan to breed your ass like you're my bitch.
My cock is gonna live in your holes all night long."

"Fuck yeah!" Kord responded happily.  He didn't hesitate, dropping to his
knees and beginning to lick my stiff cock.  He stared up at me with bright,
eager eyes.

Damn.  I was back to thinking Kord had done this plenty of times before,
because the kid was a masterful cocksucker.  Admittedly he struggled with
my size, but virtually every guy did, and a lot of twinks couldn't handle
me at all.  Kord attacked my cock like he was on a mission, slurping on it
with his tongue, holding the base with both of this thin hands and taking
more and more of me down his narrow throat until he succeeded in getting my
entire fuck rod in his tiny mouth.  I was tempted to let Kord suck me off,
but I had the kid for the entire night, so there would time for that later.
I wanted a piece of ass.

Pulling Kord off my dick and back into my lap, I forced my tongue into his
throat.  My cock had been there moments ago, and I could taste my pre-cum
in his mouth.  He was a hungry slut, sucking on my tongue just as
desperately as he had been slurping on my dick.  He wiggled his ass and
gripped my shaft with his butt cheeks, practically beating me off with his
ass crack.  His fucking dick was so long that it was almost at my neck.

I was ready to fuck some tight boy butt, but I wasn't going to pass on the
opportunity to eat a freshly laundered twink hole first.  I rose from the
chair with Kord clinging to my shoulders.  He wrapped his legs around my
hips and said, "Fuck, yeah, do whatever you want to me."

I carried Kord to the bed, putting him on his back.  He gazed up at me with
hungry eyes.  I kissed him again, but then began a slow voyage down his
body with my tongue.

I got only as far as Kord's pert little nipples before he was writhing in
pleasure.  I took both of my hands and grabbed his long, slender dick, then
slowly worked the head of his cock into my mouth.  The fucker was oozing so
much pre-cum that his chest was wet and his entire dick was slippery.  But
damn, the boy's pre-cum tasted like nectar from the Gods.  I kept
swallowing more of more of Kord's impressive flagpole until I had almost
all of it down my throat.  I began to bob up and down, deep throating him.

Kord was panting, squirming and thrusting his cock upward, so I should have
realized he was close.  All at once, he gave a muffled moan and shot his
load.  His climax took me by surprise, partly because I had only been
sucking him for a few minutes.  But, fuck, he was a teenager, and it
probably never took him long to blow a load.

"Oh, God, oh God," Kord kept moaning as thick, hot cum gushed into my
throat.  His jizz was like a faucet that wouldn't shut off.  Not that I was
complaining, because his teen babymakers were damn sweet and incredibly
tasty.  I couldn't remember when I had enjoyed a load of cum more.  It was
a perfect dessert.

Kord had barely stopped spurting when he took a deep breath and said, "Now
you can fuck my brains out.  I needed to get that first climax out of the
way to take the edge off.  But now I'm ready for you to ride me and ride my
hard."

I was now convinced that, despite his age, Kord was a born hustler.  The
kid had plenty of experience and the perfect attitude.  Too many rent boys
lose interest once they've blown their load, but Kord seemed to be more
eager and excited than ever.  There was, however, one test he still had to
pass.  Taking my dick wasn't a ride in the park.

After the detour to suck Kord's balls dry, I resumed my steady advance with
my mouth, finding some tiny wisps of hair above his cock.  His pubes were
neatly trimmed into a perfect triangle pointing to the base of his cock.
His smooth balls were nice sized, but looked small next to Kord's mammoth
cock, which was softening slightly but still staying pretty damn hard.  I
swirled his nuts around in my mouth for a while, but I was ready to enjoy
the end of my journey.  Kord's boi hole beckoned to me.

I hoisted Kord's thin legs into the air and he grabbed his knees with his
arms, pulling his ass up to give me full access.  His hole was amazing.
I'm not a big fan of hairless holes, but Kord's was awesome.  It was
recessed slightly in his crack, almost as if the entrance to his hole was
protected by a perfectly shaped, tight funnel, inviting stiff cocks to
plunge into it.  I buried my face in his sweet hole, tasting some leftover
soap and, I was pretty sure, lube and cum.  In his haste to get back with
the pizza, maybe Kord hurried his shower and didn't completely erase the
tell-tale remains of the last man to hire his boy hole.  That was fine with
me.

I ate his hole and rimmed him for a good long time.  Kord whimpered and
moaned the entire time, begging me to stick my tongue farther into his
hole.  The little fucker had the most sensitive prostate I think I had ever
come across.  Every time I touched it, he gasped and almost went into
convulsions.  I could only imagine what he would be like when I had my big
dick pounding his boi pussy.  Kord was shaping up to be one awesome fuck.

I could have eaten his hole for hours, but my balls were beginning to ache
and I knew it was time to butt fuck my little rent boy.  I got to my feet,
enjoying a close up view of Kord's wet, puckered fuck chute.  Kord had his
knees wrapped all the way behind his head, and the boy looked like a round
ball begging me to use his inviting twink hole.

I got another surprise as I stared at Kord.  Kord's cock was stiff again
and the top three or four inches were spit soaked.  The fucker had been
sucking himself as I ate his ass!  I had seen one guy mouth his own dick,
but he could barely get his piss slit into his mouth.  Kord could give
himself a credible blow job if he wanted.  It made sense that he could do
it, because his body was small and limber and he had that enormous, long
dick.

"Ram it in me," Kord moaned.  "I like it hard and rough.  I ain't gonna
break!"

As much as I wanted to do what Kord demanded, I knew better.  I was
planning on using Kord's hole more than once, and destroying it on the
first pass wasn't wise.  I greased my cock and probed his tight anus.  It
took a fair amount of pressure to breach the kid's sphincter, and when I
did Kord let out an appreciative moan.

Damn.  The kid's fuck chute was tight and I had to go slowly, slowly
slipping farther and farther inside.  Kord moaned with pleasure the entire
time.  I was damn impressed that the kid could take me without begging me
to pull out half a dozen times while his ass adjusted.  Very few dudes
could take my cock the way Kord was taking it.  Even so, I had to pull out
once to re-lube.

I finally worked myself all the way inside Kord, my pubes crushed against
his smooth butt cheeks any my balls resting against his ass crack.  The
kid's ass was like a hot furnace smothering my cock.  I began my fuck,
pulling out slightly and powering back in, each time withdrawing more and
more of my cock until I was pulling all the way out and punishing his hole
by plunging back inside.  Kord continued to beg me to fuck him harder.

I settled into a nasty slam fuck, pummeling the little twink.  The kid
beneath me looked too tiny to even think of getting fucked the way I was
fucking him.  But the rent boy's eyes were hungry with lust and he moaned
happily with every thrust of my fuck rod.

Each time I rammed my cock into Kord's tight boi hole, the force of my
thrusts sent the head of Kord's cock into his mouth.  The kid was getting
face fucked by his own dick.  With his mouth filled with stiff cock, he
couldn't do much more than moan and groan.  His eyes had an excited, dazed
look.

I hadn't dumped a load of cum since butt fucking a strung out hustler in
New Orleans almost a week ago.  At the time, I thought the guy had a damn
nice ass, but Kord had him beat hands down.  I could tell I wasn't going to
last long, particularly after Kord's mouth had warmed me up.  The vision of
my cute little hustler, moaning as I dicked his tight, hairless fuck chute
and he sucked his own cock, was too intense.  I began breathing rapidly,
pounding Kord's ass with deep, violent thrusts.  Kord responded with
gurgling moans as he swallowed the head of his cock.

I felt my balls tighten and a surge of cum began rifling through my eight
inch ramrod.  My cock lurched and spewed ball juice deep inside Kord's hole
as I climaxed.  Gasping, Kord released his own cock and I watched his dick
spread ropes of white boy juice across his face.  He caught a couple of
spurts and hungrily downed them, eagerly eating his own cum.

With Kord's hole still impaled on my cock, I collapsed on the twink,
jamming my tongue in his mouth and kissing him.  I scooped up strings of
Kord's thick boi cum and feed them to him, and the slut hungrily gobbled up
his own jizz.  "Fuck, dude," Kord said, still recovering.  "You can do that
to me all night long."

"I plan to," I said.  The kid's face brightened and he gave me a big smile.

The rest of the night was filled with wild sex.  I was damn horny for my
little slut's tight boi hole, and it took me barely a half hour after my
first climax before I was rock hard and pounding Kord's hustler hole again,
this time doggy style.  We napped and then I took Kord face down and ass
up, smothering his body as I ripped into his bubble butt.  Even after that,
Kord was still in full horn dog mode, so I let the whore ride me.  That was
damn amazing because Kord's long dong bounced up and down and slapped
against my abs each time he lowered himself on my dick.

Before dawn I woke to find Kord snuggled against me with a peaceful look on
his smooth, innocent face.  I couldn't resist curling him into a ball and
pounding him one more time, watching him face fuck himself and spew his
jizz down his throat as I seeded his boi pussy, already sloppy with my
spunk.

Kord roused me a couple of hours later with a kiss, saying he had to get to
History class because the high school teachers took attendance during that
period.  I still hadn't paid him, even the $20, and the kid deserved a big
whopping tip.  I reached for my wallet, but Kord stopped me, kissing me
again and saying, "Highway's closed in both directions due to the
snowstorm.  Prolly will be closed until tomorrow, so I booked you for
another night.  I get off at 11:00 p.m., and tomorrow's Saturday so I don't
have any classes to worry about.  I want another night with your big dick
pounding my holes."

Kord started his shift at the motel at 3:00 p.m., right after he got out of
school, but he got an hour dinner break.  He told me the Chinese place
across the street had dynamite take out.  He called ahead and picked up the
food.  We stuffed ourselves with Chinese food and then I stuffed my cock in
his awesome boi hole.  We didn't even bother to use the bed; I stood Kord
up against the wall and piston fucked him so hard that he left a smear of
boy juice on the wall.  I sent him back to work after his dinner break with
an ass full of thick ball jizz.

Promptly at 11:00 p.m., Kord knocked on my door and within a minute he was
naked and going down on me like he hadn't had sex for a month.  The kid was
even hungrier for cock than he had been the night before.  It was a good
thing I had been gotten in a nap during the day, because the slut kept me
up most of the night, begging me to pound his pussy harder and harder.  I
don't know how the kid did it.  He was up most of the previous night, went
directly to school and after that worked for seven hours at the motel desk.
But after all of that he was still full of energy and feverish about
getting fucked.

Kord arranged for a late check out on Saturday, and by the time I left at
noon, I had pumped a good dozen loads into the kid's holes.  Kord must have
come twice that number of times.  The kid's balls were an overactive cream
factory.  His asshole had to be sore as hell, but the rent boy never let
on, continuing to beg me to plow his ass until the end.

We settled up as I left on Saturday.  The skies had cleared after the
two-day blizzard, and the sun was blinding as I climbed into my truck.  I
handed Kord six crisp hundred dollar bills, and he gave me a wide-eyed
look, exclaiming, "Hot, damn!" His enthusiasm made me chuckle.  Given that
the $600 worked out to be about $50 per fuck, the kid's ass was a sex value
pack.

I debated one thing as I drove away.  I had never had a cock as long as
Kord's up my asshole, and I kept thinking about what it would be like.  I
traveled through Glenwood once every month or two, and Kord had pleaded
with me to do a two day stopover each time.  As long as the slut's hot
holes were waiting for me, I was more than happy to oblige him.  Maybe one
of the times when I drove through I would take a swing on Kord's long dong.
But maybe not.  I couldn't see myself getting butt fucked by a little
twink, even if he did have a mammoth dong.

					* * * *

Eighteen months later, I drove through Glenwood Springs and stopped as
usual at the Holiday Inn on a nice, early June day.  Kord scarcely looked a
day older than he had the first time I fucked the little rent boy.  I swear
he hadn't put on a pound, but his cock was bigger.  Not longer, but I was
certain the damn thing had gotten fatter.  I was still debating taking a
swing on it.

Over the 18 months, I had grown accustomed to two night stopovers at the
Holiday Inn.  Stopping there was a highlight of my cross country drives.
Kord was always ready and eager for my cock, and his sublime twink holes
were a destination in and of themselves.  My use of other hustlers had
declined because they couldn't compare with the kid.

By chance I had shown up the day before Kord graduated from high school.
He was working at the front desk as usual, and he knocked on my room door
moments after he got off at 11:00 p.m.  It was a warm evening and Kord was
already shirtless, and his hunky little chest was pale in the moonlight.
He was out of his pants practically before the door closed and he wasted no
time in going down on my cock.

We spent the night fucking and I bred the little hustler four or five times
while he painted his face with ribbons of his own cum.  Over time, I had
started using Kord's big dong almost as a joy stick to control his body as
I fucked him, and it drove Kord wild when I did that.  The kid was always
so excited to see me that it felt like the slut didn't get any other sex,
but from his stories, I knew he serviced a virtual parade of cocks.  But
whenever I was around, he was totally mine.

The next day was Kord's high school graduation, and I thought maybe he
would have a party or some kind of celebration afterwards.  But he was
adamant that the only way he wanted to celebrate graduation was with my
cock in his holes. He came straight from graduation, the tassel from his
graduation cap dangling from his long slender cock pole, and begged me to
slam fuck his ass.

Kord had turned 18 only a week earlier, and knowing that he was out of high
school and no longer underage tipped the balance for me on whether to take
Kord's long pole up my ass.  I figured what the hell, and did it.  I
suppose psychologically I struggled with getting fucked by an underage high
school twink, although Kord was only a week removed from being underage and
a day removed from being in high school, so the difference was nothing more
than psychological.

I gotta say, the kid knew how to fuck an ass.  Hours after his cock
penetrated me, it felt like Kord's python still filled my asshole, going
deeper than a cock had ever probed my ass, and spurting cum in places that
had been spunk free until Kord juiced them.

Getting fucked by the kid's long dong was hot, and I was left wondering if
maybe I should have been flip flop fucking with him for the last 18 months.
But his ass was too incredible to pass up, and the slut was like a maniac,
begging me to ball him.  I fucked my little rent boy until my balls were
dry.  I could never get enough of the vision of Kord on his back, his legs
in the air and arms holding his knees next to his ears as I plowed his ass
and he hungrily face fucked himself, sucking on his long monster dong.

The next morning, Kord told me that he had already given two weeks' notice
at the Holiday Inn and he was headed to San Diego, planning to take a
series of buses to get there.  He had two or three porn studios salivating
over the idea of putting him in front of the cameras, and in only a couple
of days of advertising his wares on the internet, he had four or five
lucrative escorting gigs scheduled for later in the month.  He showed me
the internet site he had set up the day he turned 18, offering his services
as a gay escort.  His pictures looked damn good.  One thing I noted was
that he was charging way more than the $20 he had charged me ever since
that first snowy night.

The porn studios would have a dilemma.  With Kord's angelic looks and
tight, smooth body, he was the perfect twink bottom.  But with that damn
mammoth dong, he'd be an ideal top.  His amazing self-sucking ability would
be a plus, too.  The kid had picked the right career.  His boyish looks
would fade in time, but the monster dong between his legs ensured he could
escort and shoot porn for as long as he wanted.

I was headed to LA, so I offered to give him a ride that far.  It was a
leisurely trip by my standards, because we stopped early each day.  By late
afternoon Kord was begging me to fuck his boi pussy, and I couldn't resist
the opportunity to seed the rent boy.

By the time we crossed into California, I was feeling protective of my
little hustler and wanted to make sure he didn't get into a bad situation.
I ended up taking him all the way to San Diego, dropping him off at a porn
studio located in a nondescript warehouse.  I accompanied him inside, where
we were met by a twinky boy who gave us both a big smile.

The twink took Kord into another room to fill out some paperwork, and I met
the two young guys that ran the studio.  They were married to each other,
and in talking to them, it became apparent that their stable of twink porn
stars hung out a lot together and had become a sort of porn family.

One of the guys casually offered me a job, saying that they were looking
for a muscular older guy to fuck five or six of their twinks for a porn
video they were planning.  I was flattered, but it wasn't my thing.

I had to chuckle when the young receptionist emerged from the room where
Kord was and said breathlessly, "The damn thing's real!"  I knew exactly
what he was talking about: Kord's mammoth donkey dong.  The guys running
the studio confessed they had assumed Kord's pictures were photo shopped
but invited him in anyway because he had the right face and body.  I
shrugged and confirmed what the receptionist had reported.  I also told
them that Kord had no trouble taking a big cock up the ass, knew how to
fuck an ass with the best of them and had a very talented mouth, whether he
was deep throating someone else's dick or his own.  The two guys were a
little surprised, but it didn't take them long to busily recalculate their
plans for Kord's porn career.

Things fell into place nicely for Kord.  By the time he accompanied me to
my truck to collect his bag, he already had a place to live, in a house
with the cute receptionist and two other porn stars.  From the way the
receptionist was acting, I had little doubt that Kord would be breeding the
twink's boi pussy by the end of the day, although from the posters in the
studio, the receptionist was hung pretty damn well himself, and knowing
Kord, Kord would make sure his ass got serviced, too.  Kord also had a full
schedule of porn shoots, starting with a self-sucking solo scene in a few
minutes.  He liked the guys at the studio and was excited about his first
film session.  The kid would do great in front of the cameras.

As Kord grabbed his bag and I got ready to leave, he gave me a final kiss
and said, "Just so you know, any time you want to feed me your cock, breed
my boi pussy and seed my holes, just give the word and I'll come running.
If you want some companionship on a road trip, just let me know.  I'd love
to see the country and know that every night I could look forward to your
dick slam fucking my ass.  Regardless of what happens with my porn and
escorting career, you always get the same $20 rate, anytime you want."

I grinned, mussing Kord's shaggy blond hair.  I was already planning a road
trip as I climbed into my truck.

THE END

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