Date: Fri, 12 May 2000 11:49:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: "[iso-8859-1] samuel taylor" <jared_00_00@yahoo.com>
Subject: Motorcycle Hustling 3

Disclaimer:
Adults Only! Minors not Allowed
Contains same-sex-s/m themes
MotorCycle Hustling 3
by jared

Jason and I met two years ago,
when I was trying to scrounge around near 
his trash, trying to pick out some very nice 
kitchen appliances, a toaster and a small 
microwave, two things he discarded when he thought
they were permanently broken. I later fixed them and
re sold them for pocket cash, a handy way of
making a living. He would watch me every
week pick through his trash, until one night,
he decided to confront me. I was a little scared
and tried to run away, but he grabbed me by the arm.
"Why do you pick the trash? Are you homeless?"
"Yes" I said. He brought me in and invited me to
dinner. I have to admit, I was very scared, I thought
he might be some wacko out to chop me into litle
pieces. He looked so normal and his apartment
is so furnished and for most of times well kept.
The first thing I noticed was his interest in sports,
namely football. I told him I liked the Dolphins,
he was very amused. "I am a die hard Chief's fan!"
he showed me his baseball card collection.
We talked about sports for awhile, I could see he was
interested in me, he asked me if I was gay.
"I don't know yet" I said. He laughed
at me..... He is still laughing......

I undo his shirt cuffs and neatly fold his shirt over
the chair, I help remove his T and und o his belt,
and place them with his shoes in a neat pile.
We kiss. Hustling is very glacial, things must be done
with percision and slowness.
He asks me to run his bath.
I go and do that, while I am gone he 
gets his belt and a pair of shorts
and restraints for me.
I return he tells me to stand attention, which I do
immediately. He pulls of my grubby black T shirt and
and pulls down my baggy skater pants, leaving me
exposed in my white fols. I begin to get hard.
He orders me to step out and turn around with my hand
on my head.
"Yes Sir" I clipped.
He puts my clothes in a brown bag, and he makes march
with him to the bathroom.
I march like a good boy, as he makes me 
sit on the toilet, he undressed fully naked, and gets
in the bath filled with suds. He make take off
my socks placing them in the bag.
"Ok boy! I want you to wash me up!"
Jason loves making me his male attendant.
I kind of enjoy it. I get up and dab some shampoo in
his hair and begin to lather very gently.
Me in my white briefs, bending over washing him is so
fucking erotic to watch.....
Soon I am naked and in the bath with him sucking him
dry, he grunts like sports jock....
We rinse and get out to dry ourselves.
He orders me to stand attention and march into his
room, and lay down on the bed.
"Where is my walkman?"
"I dunno"
"Roll Over!"
"Yes sir!"
He grabs his belt and slaps my bum into a beet.
I hold my cries like a strong boy, but eventually,
I start crying and he stops.
he rubs my behind with smooth lotion and
commnads me to lay with my legs
apart, he downs on me like a vulture,
sucking my cock, until I cum.
After he puts me in fresh white socks and
shorts and I would remain his 
massuess for the evening.
After he strips me again and 
hand cuffs me in bed as he makes dinner.
He frees me for dinner, and then he 
wants to wrestle, I get ordered to put on
a fresh pair of white briefs, he likes me in
bvds-i wear size 18-20 he rolls out a mat and 
we wrestle........
He wins everytime, and he rips of my briefs, 
which makes me hard, and then 
he rolls me over and fucks me with a condom, of
course.
He is so handsome and athletic it just flattens
my puny boyish frame into a submissive puddle of 
fag juice.......
Afterwards, I clean up, and dress him, he
gives me fresh clothes, and my money---
tonight a bonus 160$.
Not bad for a great erotic time,
clean clothes, a fuck, a bath and dinner.
Jason sometimes cups my balls, before I leave
as a powerful reminder that he "owns"
me...which in a sense is true, I kiss his hand, like a
respected boy.
"Thank-You Master sir"
I put on my helmet and tell him to
get on the back of bike and we race, around the block,
He really loves it with the thrill of a five year old-
kid on a roller coaster.
Client Number One--done!
Not so fast, another beep!
oh boy---of to the road race I go!
but first I need a coffee break.......