Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2011 11:47:30 -0800 (PST) From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com> Subject: Teenaged Hustler 12 This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual places, persons, or events is purely coincidental. This story also contains explicit homosexual activity between teens and adults. If such offends you, or if you are underage, please move on. TEENAGED HUSTLER by Macout Mann Chapter 12 Much happened over the next two weeks. The incorporation of Jobs Cheerfully Completed was accomplished. Si received the law firm's check for $18,000 and change, with which he opened a company bank account. He obtained a company phone line, which was installed at the house, and he employed the answering service that Spangler had recommended. He also set up accounts with American Express, Visa, and Master Card to handle fees. Matt continued his recruiting campaign. He enlisted not only Walt, but three other boys, including Malcolm Brenner, the doctor's son he'd mentioned to Spangler and Reznick. Jim had also enlisted another construction worker. Reznick had been busy indoctrinating each of them. Si had also dealt with any concerns parents might have had about what their sons were getting into and also had sampled the merchandise himself. Spangler alerted a contact at one of the newspapers to the "great idea an acquaintance had, to set up a little company to give teens work experience and help folks get odd jobs done." The result was a short piece in the local section of the paper, which gave legitimacy to the whole operation. Matt had to recruit some guys to do real odd jobs, just in case, but that was no problem either. Spangler alerted only a couple of his friends to the enterprise at the beginning. He wanted to make sure the service worked the way it was supposed to. The boys were back in school. It was Tuesday when Matt arrived at home, checked the answering service and found a message from Mr. McConnell. He returned the call. "This is Jobs Cheerfully Completed," he purred. "May we help you?" "Yes. I need a teenager to help me with a problem." "That's what we're here for, sir. What sort of help did you need? Our rates vary according to what we are to do." "I was, er..., hoping to get some anal stimulation. Maybe give some oral, if you know what I mean." "Oh, yes sir. And when should we be there?" "How about tonight?" "Fine. About seven-thirty?" "Could we make it eight?" "Eight it is. And the address?" Matt wrote down the address. Went through some additional questions the lawyer had come up with—things like was he to be alone?—and then established the price, took the credit card information, and reconfirmed the time and place. JCC, as it would become know, was finally fully in business. Matt couldn't wait to tell Jim, as soon as he got home. And he couldn't wait to take the cab to the address he'd been given. It was in the "artsy-craftsy" section of town, known to have a large gay community. The townhouse was well-cared-for. Flower boxes under each of the windows facing the street. Big brass knocker on the door. The man who opened it was maybe fifty. Bald with glasses and a gut a little bigger than normal, but far from fat. He wore a dress shirt and seersucker trousers. Obviously had pulled off his suit coat and tie when he'd come home. "Come in, young man," he said. "You're right on time." Matt walked in and the man closed the door. "My, you're a handsome young fellow," he exclaimed. "Thank you, sir," Matt replied. "Please call me Gerald," his companion said. "O.K., Gerald," Matt responded. "I'm Dick." Matt had decided to again use the pseudonym he'd used on the block, and Si had decided it'd be safer to assign fake names to all the boys. "That's a nice name. Easy to remember," Gerald giggled. Taking Matt by the hand and leading him to his living room, he added, "I was just watching a movie. You can join me." A 16 mm projector and screen were set up (The first VHS players wouldn't appear in America for another year). Gerald turned down the lights and started the projector. They sat together on the couch. Matt had seen lots of porno mags and paperbacks at home, but he'd never seen a fuck film before. The story was about two groups of boy scouts competing to find a "hidden treasure" and the adventures they had along the way, both with themselves and with men they encountered. Matt watched as two of the boys were confronted by a farmer, who had the biggest dick Matt had ever seen, and who had his way with both the boys. Matt's own dick quickly tented in his slacks, and Gerald quickly reached over to fondle it. "Feels good," Matt whispered. "Feels good to me too," Gerald answered. Soon he turned off the projector and said, "That was the best part anyway, Dick. Let's go to the bedroom." "Whatever you say," Matt replied. In the bedroom, Gerald pulled Matt's Polo shirt over his head and exclaimed again how handsome he was. He rubbed Matt's torso with relish and then got on his knees to undo his slacks. "Such a nice dick." "Thank you, sss...Gerald." Gerald removed Matt's shoes and socks and drank in the image of the naked teenager. It was obviously the first unclothed boy he'd seen in the flesh in decades. "So nice," he whispered, and he began kissing Matt's body wherever his lips could touch it. Suddenly he stood up and practically tore his own clothes off, then embraced his young partner, flesh against flesh, savoring the feeling of the youngster's hard tool pressing against his scrotum. "My," he exclaimed, "how wonderful!" Matt followed the older man's lead, hugging Gerald's body to his own, then feeling him down and finally grasping his ass cheeks. Gerarld responded by leading Matt to the bed. Sensing what his partner wanted next, Matt slid onto his back; and Gerald once again kissed every inch of his young body, ending with his pecs and abs and finally taking the boy's prize possession into his mouth and rhythmically massaging it until it gave up its manly fluid, which Gerald energetically swallowed like it was nectar. "Oh, Dick, that must have been a quart," he cooed. Gerald scooted up next to Matt and again took him in his arms. They cuddled in silence for maybe twenty minutes. Then, "Oh, Dick, I want that beautiful thing in my ass." Matt decided to give him the full treatment. He started by kissing Gerald's bod much like Gerald had kissed him, hearing the older man's soft moan every time his lips touched skin, finally tonguing Gerald's ass and sending shivers through his whole system. Gerald had laid out lube on his night table, and Matt liberally applied it, licking the older man's spine one last time before inserting his prong into Gerald's waiting hole. He may not have felt a boy cock in a long time, but somebody had been using him. He wasn't nearly as tight as Matt expected. "So much the better," he thought. He could make it last and last, and for some reason he wanted this to be a night Gerald would remember forever. Matt expertly slid his full length in and out, up and down, listening for Gerald's loud and satisfied whimper each time his pubes touched his partner's cheeks. After maybe ten minutes Matt increased his tempo and shortened his strokes, until finally he collapsed on the other man's body and squirted his semen into the other's hot colon. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," Gerald cried over and over. "I can't believe...That was so great!" Matt pulled out, rolled on his side, and waited for the moment to pass. "That was great, Gerald, but it's time for me to take off, I guess." "But you'll come again, won't you, Dick?" As he pulled on his clothes, Matt explained that he would come, if he was available, but if he wasn't, there were other guys that could show him just as good a time. All he had to do was call." Gerald offered to drive him where he needed to go. He replied that it would be better for him to take a taxi, and asked Gerald to call one for him. While they were waiting in the front hall for the cab to arrive, Gerald continued to beam. And as Matt was about to leave, Gerald pressed a twenty dollar bill into his palm. "It's not much," he said. "You really deserve more." "Thanks a lot, and goodnight," Matt replied. Now that was something. He'd never got a tip down on the block. Si had arrived home by the time Matt returned. "Goddamn, that was weird!" he told Jim and his father. "Old guy acted like I was sent from heaven. Sure as shit goanna be some repeat business there." "I'd probably think you were sent from heaven too," his dad mused. 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