Date: Wed, 10 May 2000 12:01:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: samuel taylor <jared_00_00@yahoo.com>
Subject: MotorCycle Hustling

Disclaimer:
Adults Only! Contains same-sex themes.
Viewer's Discretion Advised.
Male-to-Male Authoritarian Section.


MotorCycling Hustler: by jared


Well there are times in a man's life when he
desperately needs to be taken for a ride.
That is where I come in. As a thrill seeker, I
enjoy putting smiles on the faces of my
small elite clique of clients who enjoy my beautiful
erotic smooth toned, waifish, fair skin,
farm-boy muscles, blue eyes and mid western
accent and my dirty blonde shaggy hair,
an uncombed thick jungle that collects
the highway's grit, exhaust, sweat and
fragments of highway grass and weeds and sometimes
passing gum from drivers who throw it out,
at 55mph, and whips in to by flowing hair,
as I ride with no helmet, because of the heat,
my 1970 Harley Davidson motorcycle.
This is my bitch, my slave-toy, as I become a slave
boy for someone eles's pleasure.
I become their human motorcycle boy,
Some of my clients love to sit upon my
velvet like skin--stomach and grab my
hand(les)and revvve----my throttle nipples
as they go cruising on down to my groin at an untold
sexual speed, which could never result in a
ticket from a handsome policeman.
After they fuck me, I take them home,
on my bike for real and they enjoy, the experience
which does result in my fat hustling
"tips"--my compensation for being a driver, and a
passenger.  I will talk about my beloved
clients, because they are so varied and different
and of course respect my professionalism, of which I
believe a good hustler must possess.
I will recount my favorite client,
because it will make me cum just by writing
this......
Jason a aryan-like jock boy with
shock blonde hair and grey eyes--
a body to die for....
i love being his fag boy
"punching bag"
he likes me to be submissive
as he lovs to strip me
and make me wear
tight white briefs and
T and socks and
I we wrestle, he
rips them off of me and pins me down
in a erotic hold.
I suck him dry everytime.
We have a special bond because we are the same age
both 20 and we like the same
sports.
I will tell more about him later.
My VIP client is
a corporate business man......
Klauss a 39---wealthy-stock-pig
who likes me to eat his butt cheeks,
actually--it doesn't taste that bad
with whip cream. I do lick his anus,
only after I clean it with
mouth wash.....
My racial client--
Fred a black dancer is very
gentle with me when he wants me to
dance with him under the covers,
or on the bed, he makes me tea
everytime. I like his rich baritone
and slender penis, which glides
so effortlessly down my throat, I
feel the "soul" of his moans.
He is very draggish--and gorgeous
in dresses.....
Then there is my "senior" pal
a 60 year old writer who likes me to recite
poetry to him while he masturbates, over my
words and naked body.
He fucks with the power of a
heavy dull novel that crushes my senses
with the weight of a 1,000 pages, I have to
take ecstacy just to keep myself from
falling asleep.
My "working class" client is a plumber
who enjoys a body massage from me
after hard work, he likes to stroke me off.
He calls me a sissy and loafer since
i don't work, but of course this is untrue,
beacuse by the time i am done massaging him,
his pipes are well oiled!
I have a special needs---client
not handicapped as such--only
a special case-- a hermaphrodite
with both functional sex organs,
so i have to bring my bi-sexual
vibrator tool and make her/him
happy/sad.
Well these are my clients,
I suppose you want me to
construct a story that somehow links
them all togather, well I will in good time,
I need to gas up on my motorcycle theme
at the nearest station and take a piss
break-- and get some grub.
While I do that, just read
about me----and my short bio skit---
i am a 20 year old hustler,
likes all kinds of clothes but prefers
all american-crew cut hair-white FOLs briefs
boy-jock straps--baggy skater pants.
look, i like apple pie and policemen
and i like drugs and speaking russian--
like being whipped by a dungeon master,
and being made into a roman boy gladiator--
i got into hustling, by accident--
I had a hustler friend who died of aids
and taught me the trade, to survive in
a harsh city---i use protected sex,
and don't pick up strangers, my clients
are respected people looking for a
casual safe time.
i like movies and celery sticks.
my pet peeves are bad drivers and
bland store music---i like
to shop at Walmart, for plaid shirts,
and underwear and i have worked as
a house painter and cleaning person at
a gay club.
i am straight and very respectful to my
elders.
Well I am jetting off, will be back
in a flash--with a narrative that
will crash-and burn---and hopefully
make you feel good inside--your thighs
or on your mind.


Stay tuned for the next section.
Please read my other stories,
"Brother's Keeper" and "diary-of-a-work-boy"
please comment jared_00_00@yahoo.com