Date: Mon, 21 Nov 2011 14:38:29 -0800 (PST) From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com> Subject: Teenaged Hustler 8 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 8 As he was driving Matt home, Spangler reviewed their previous night's discussion. He said he would call to see what Matt's dad had to say about starting the "escort service." Matt said he didn't know when his dad would be home, but he would talk to him as soon as he saw him. Once home, Matt stripped off his suit and pulled on a pair of jeans. He really didn't know what to think. His life had been really comfortable before. And he would start school again in a couple of weeks. Be a junior. Working the block was a blast. The only thing he had to worry about was the vice. But in three nights he'd made close to two thousand bucks, and here was the opportunity to make thousands more. He headed down to the river. There was a secluded spot where guys went to skinny dip. He and some of his friends often went down there. Today George Tate and his kid brother were there and the three of them splashed around for a couple of hours. George said Matt seemed miles away. Matt replied that he was just thinking about vacation being almost over. Jim got home a little after four and hit the shower. After he finished, he put on a pair of cutoffs and got himself a beer. Matt told him all about Spangler's proposal. "You'd be on easy street, as long as you stay young and don't get fat," Jim said. "I told Austin you could do it too," Matt said. "He wants to check you out." "I don't know about that," Jim replied. "I'm not into wearing suits and ties even to make big bucks." "Well, you could cater to the clients into rough trade." During the week, they never knew if Si would be home or not. So when they got hungry, they'd check out what was in the fridge or freezer, or they'd go out to a fast food place. Jim could whip up some pretty good meals, though, and that's what he did tonight. Steamed some frozen tamales, then poured chili over them, sprinkled them with chopped onion and grated cheese, then ran the whole mess under the broiler `til the cheese melted. They were halfway finished with supper when Si showed up. Jim assured him there was plenty for him too, so he got himself a beer and a plate and joined them. Matt said he needed to talk to his dad. "No time like now," Si replied. Matt excitedly explained the plan to Si and asked if he'd be willing to talk to Austin about it. "I doubt it," his dad said. "The whole thing's illegal as hell." "My working the block's illegal and you aint bitching about that." "True," Si said, "but you're one kid out on a lark. If you get caught, the case goes to juvenile and you probably get probation on a first offense. Me running a goddam stable of underage hustlers is something else. I could get my ass sent up big time." "I think Austin's got it figured out, Dad. Sure, there'd be some risk, but I don't think it'd be a lot. It wouldn't hurt to talk to him. He's goanna put up the startup money. If the deal works out, you'd pay him back. If it don't, you won't be out anything but a little time. And if you won't do it, you can bet your ass he'll find somebody that fucking will." "Well, tell him I'll be here this weekend. I'll talk to him, but that's all." Saturday morning Spangler arrived, dressed casually but expensively. Si asked both Matt and Jim to sit in, and Si wasted no time in getting to the legal issue. "Actually, I don't anticipate much of a problem," Spangler explained. "First of all, we'll have a very small operation. Nothing to attract attention like a full-fledged escort service might. The clients would have to know in advance that the service existed. Liaisons would be arranged only by telephone. Payment would always made be by credit card to a shell company you'd create. The clientele would certainly have no reason to advertise their activity. And if the boys are well screened, there should be no problem there." Si was unconvinced, but asked exactly what Spangler had in mind. "You would set up a small corporation, something on the order of a one man plumbing company or appliance repair. I can introduce you to a lawyer who can handle that for you. It could be called `Odd Jobs, Inc.' or something like that. Ostensibly, it would be doing things like minor repair, cleanup, things that were too small for contractors to fool with. In this state boys can be employed for that sort of work when they are sixteen. If a fourteen or fifteen year-old slides in under the radar, nobody particularly cares, but if you wanted to be strictly legal, that would be up to you. Everybody has to have a Social Security Card these days, anyway. Not that the boys would be employees for tax purposes. You and an assistant or two, maybe Jim here, would be the only employees. "You might need to get some regular stationery, but you would definitely need invoice forms to send to clients. If they wish to claim the charges as business expenses, they need to have paperwork for justification. "You of course would need to get a telephone number and employ an answering service. I know an excellent one. The girl answers with the company name, identifies herself as your `telephone secretary,' and takes the message. It's all very professional and they work in strict confidence. "Once the business is underway, you give me the telephone number. I will pass it to friends here in town that will want to use the service and to business associates visiting the city that need some recreation. They call. You set up an assignation and agree on a fee. They provide a credit card number. You run the credit card. They and the boy meet. Everyone is happy. "The boy gets his cut, say half the fee, either under the table or as an independent contractor, whichever is best for him. You get the other half to cover the costs of running the corporation, including a salary for you, and hopefully there will be a profit. "I'm willing to provide whatever monies are needed to start up the company and see it to profitability. When it turns a profit, I expect to be repaid. If it doesn't, I'll chalk it up to experience." "How can I trust you to eat your investment? If you lend me money, you can always demand to be paid," Si complained. "Oh, there are several ways to handle that," Spangler responded. "You can set up two classes of stock. Class A can be `voting stock,' which you will own, based on your `sweat equity.' Class B can be `non-voting.' I'll buy the Class B stock under the condition that the corporation buy it back at par value as soon as it becomes profitable. If the company fails, then I would have no recourse." "Then there's the big thing," Si said. "You're talking about some fancy fucking kids in suits and ties. Where're we goanna get them from?" "I found one right here," Spangler pointed to Matt. "And Matt says he thinks he can find others at his school. A lot of the clients will want "low-class boys" anyway. Only a few will need to appear with clients in public. They would pose as relatives or sons of business associates. They will be the ones like Matt, well enough versed socially not to be an embarrassment. My friend, Victor, has volunteered to train boys that need instruction in exchange for the usual favors. All will need clothes that won't arouse suspicion. You can advance them money for their initial wardrobe and deduct the cost from their initial compensations." The discussion continued. Forever, Matt thought. Finally Si said he'd think about it. They agreed to meet again the following Saturday. Spangler then addressed Jim. "Matt says you would be interested in joining him. Is there someplace we can go?" "Sure," Jim replied, and he led Spangler upstairs. Si asked Matt, "You think this motherfucker's on the level?" "I think so," Matt replied. "He's been on the up and up with me." While the two of them continued to talk, Jim and Spangler made it to Jim's room. Spangler asked about Jim's experience hustling. Jim replied that you didn't really need experience. All you needed was a willing dick or ass. He unbuttoned Spangler's sport shirt and ran his hands over the older man's chest and gut. "I aint got class," Jim said, "but I aint ever found a guy who liked guys that could resist me." It turned out that included Spangler. In no time they were both naked and Jim was kissing Spangler's abs and thighs and fingering his ass crack. "You like that, don't cha?" Jim said. "I like your body, too," Spangler said. "You're thin, but hard. And your dick is something else." "Eat me," Jim told him. Spangler took Jim's dick in his hungry mouth and showed the younger man how experience could handle a hard pole. Jim collapsed on his bed and Spangler continued to give head as Jim moaned and moaned and finally pumped his cum down Spangler's willing throat. "Now let's see what you can do, now that you've already cum.," Spangler commanded. Jim went down on the older man and showed he could pass the test. After they'd dressed but before going back downstairs, Spangler handed three twenties to Jim and said he hoped that was enough for a start. - - - - - - - - - Feedback is important. Please let me hear from you. Like...where to from here? macoutmann@yahoo.com Copyright 2011 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.