Date: Thu, 11 May 2000 11:24:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: samuel taylor <jared_00_00@yahoo.com>
Subject: Motorcycle Hustling 2

Disclaimer:
Adult Readers Only! Minors Stay Away!
Same-Sex, S/M, Themes
MotorCycle Hustling 2
by jared

Damn, why is gas so fucking expensive?
15.00 bucks doesn't go very far these
days. Oh well, such is the harsh
economics of the new world order, too
bad I never met an economist that rides a motorcycle.
If he did, he would probably have a change of
heart and crash in on his econ-talk-bullshit meetings
with a frightening power. Imagine seeing shiny chrome
exhaust pipes a black leather seat, monster tires and
loud engine ripping through the meeting's
office window,the economist dressed in
a sharp suit and briefcase on the back would just
bellow "Long Live Bikers Who Run Over The
Rich!" The motorcycle would blow all the
paper reports, charts, stock quotes of how great the
economy is doing
and the other corporate people, would
shirk away in fear, as the Massive Bike
skids to a stop on the wide long conference table,
Then the corporate people would be stripped
and dressed in leather chains, and be ordered to
washed the Bike gang's two wheel trophies....

Well my quick fanto-fling gets interrupted
by my beeper, work time--a client, it is
Jason, he wants a blow job and wants to spank me,
probably because he is upset that I borrowed
his walkman and never returned it.
Also, he's having mid terms, so he probably
wants to get out some agression, getting
spanked by him, is such a pleasure, he's
a real master, delicate yet firm, kind, yet
harsh and he always makes me proud to be a guy.
My favorite part is sucking him, he deserves
a nice suck to relieve his pressured student life.
He also gives me advice, about the upper
class, and how to treat them and respect them,
and in turn they will leave you alone,
and will also be nice to you. Jason is my
best client, maybe because he understands
and respects my hustling. He pays well,
about 150$ sometime more, I am more than jsut a
hustler with him, I am like his brother,
mainly because we are the same age.
He has taught me so many wonderful things,
how to put on a tie, how to french kiss,
how to manage money, and how to dress,
respectably. He laughs at my cheap clothes, but
he likes me in them anyway, he wears nothing
but the best in everything.
I am his slave, when I come over, he
likes it when I call him sir, and when
I do chores for him. He's going to be a
beautiful well groomed adult, the kind that likes to
look down at losers like me, he will
be going places, I see him as a
soldier, or corporate boy making, lots in the
new economy. He will probably forget me,
or at least make me his house boy, when he needs one.
We like each other, mainly because
he understands, I am lower on the
human social spectrum, and he is on the
upper, although he will never admit it,
he envies me, because I have so much
"freedom" and I envy him, because of his
beauty and wealth.  He enjoys the motorcycle
ride, alot and he's offered to buy it from me,
in joking of course. He couldn't pay me
enough. He jokes sometimes how rich he is,
not be rude, but to entice me to become like him.
He's offered to help me take classes, and
educate me, and dress me in better clothes,
I admit it sounds so tempting, but I am a
hustler, a boy that makes men comfortable, it my
status in society. I am good at what I do,
sex is a profession for me. Some people
would laugh at my making a living off hustling, as
immoral,but I don't believe the rigid morals
that get imposed upon people, have to be be so
strict, they must be flexible. I make more money,
hustling than I would a minimum wage
job. I pay by debt to society. As far as the law goes,
I have been arrested once by a cop, who let me go
after a nice blow job. He was fucking so
handsome and masculine, he felt sorry for arresting me
afterwards, being really rude and rough,
I laughed and told him, how much his
style was a turn on for me.
He let me go, and wished me good luck.
I moved from that city since.

I arrived at Jason's house, and
take off my helmet go inside.
Jason is at his desk writing,
and he motions me to put my jacket and helmet
on the small chair across the room.
His room is typical of a jock,
sports poster, dirty clothes,
rumbled bed sheets, his wrestling trophies,
and his books, one of which was "New
Management styles for the 21 Century".
He has some porn mags, buried under a
pizza box, empty and crushed.
He looks like a tortured jock boy, trying to write his
essay, for class.
"May I offer a suggestion Sir?"
I say assuming my positon as his boy.
"No thanks, boy, I think I have it."
He put his pen down and put away his
things and turns around and hugs me.
After he brings me into a another room a
well, kept living room. He is a bit taller than me,
and thin, he looks like a SS officer, my fanto-fling
image, his blonde hair and blue eyes,
and taunt Germanic face, he offered me a cigarette. I
sat opposite of him, and watched him loosen his black
tie and unbutton his white crisp shirt.
He has on a very niced tan dress pants, and
brown shiny dress shoes, as he just got back from his
job as a desk receptionist at a law firm.
It is funny how different we dress.
I smoke my cigarette and then make
some ice tea from his small apartment kitchen.
He likes ice tea, and he enjoys when I
serve it. After we drink, I put the glasses
on the tray, and I begin, to unloosen his tie
and drape it over the couch.
He enjoys very much me undressing him as if I were
his,
male attendant, I admit, I do to.
I have always been a fan of the squire and the knight,
idea, where a knight has a young page
helping him with is gear and his horse.
Back in the days stable boys were good,
hustlers, not with the horses but with
the riders. As I undress him with erotic effort,
my mind spins a fanto-fling with him........

Stay tuned for the rest, thanks.