Date: Thu, 15 Dec 2011 20:46:11 -0800 (PST) From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com> Subject: Teenaged Hustler 13 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 13 On Thursday Spangler called Jobs Cheerfully Completed. When the call was returned he said he "had to work late" and wanted Matt to meet him at the condo that evening, and he provided a credit card number. At the condo, Matt was told that Gerald had been in touch and that he was ecstatic. "Let's move slowly for the next week or so," Spangler said, "and then I think we can go `full speed ahead.' But talking about that's not why you're here, you sexy boy!" Matt never really understood why doing something he loved so much could be so profitable. He and Spangler had the most satisfying sex ever. Friday it rained. Jim couldn't work. When Matt arrived from school, Jim reported that he'd taken two calls. One was from Mr. McConnell, Gerald, that is. "I told him you wasn't available tomorrow night," Jim said. "Let's send Walter. Give him a different thrill." "Yeah," Matt responded, "we gotta spread the goodies around." "The other guy? When I asked what sort of help he needed, he said `I want to get my ass fucked.' I figured I could take him on. He wants it tomorrow night too." "The other guy" was the second man Spangler had given the phone number to. His name was Jason Jones. He was a poor boy made good. Speculated and cashed in on millions. Married a society girl, but was basically a home boy. Jim pegged him correctly. He wore jeans and a sleeveless chambray shirt to meet Mr. Jones. When the door opened, he said, "You the guy that wants ta get fucked?" "Bet your ass," Jones replied. "You man enough to do it?" "Only if you want me to." Jones swung the door wide and Jim marched in. "Nice place," he said. "Your wife goanna watch?" "Wife's in Miami Beach," Jones answered. "We got the place all to ourselves. "You got a big dick?" he continued. "Big enough to stuff your ass," Jim responded. "I gotta see that." Jones reached for Jim's crotch, and Jim unzipped his Wranglers so that the john could feel the real thing. "Sure `nough," Jones said. "So?" "Come with me!" Still holding on to Jim's dick, Jones led him to the den of their large house, turned to his "guest" and said, "Motherfucker, I aint been with a real cocksuckin' sonofabith for—shit, I don't know how long..." "Well, mister, they're charging you top price; so I'll do whatever you want." "First, I want you bare-assed." "Want me to strip, or do you wanna do it?" "I wanna watch." Jim undid the buttons of his shirt slowly, like he was a male stripper. He tossed the shirt away. He wore no belt, so he undid the top button of his jeans, then slowly lowered the zipper. There was nothing but skin underneath. "You like that, don't cha?" he said. He grabbed his hardening dick and gave it a couple of yanks. "Wanna suck it now or later?" he teased. Jim loved taunting Jones, who was drooling with anticipation. He decided to see if he could get Jones to go down on him, before the other man removed even one article of his clothing. He succeeded. Jones gobbled down his rock-hard dick and started slurping on it like it was a chocolate popsicle. "Yeah, eat that dick, motherfucker. Make it drop a load down your cum-starved throat." Jones said something, but it was unintelligible. Feeling the passion increasing in his loins, Jim grabbed Jones head and began to fuck his face for all he was worth. "Yeah," he repeated, "take my meat all the way! Make me cuuuum..." He exploded, and Jones made an effort to swallow the whole pool of semen, but some ran down his chin on both sides of his mouth and dribbled onto his shirt. It was an expensive button-down, complementing his designer jeans. "Now lick your cum off my chin, whore boy." "Whatever you say." Jim did as he was told. Next Jones wanted Jim to undress him and afterward Jim was to drag his privates over Jones chest and gut. "I love the feel of young guy's hot dick against my skin," Jones confessed. "I haven't been with a young one for god knows how long." The two of them continued to play. Jones was the ghetto kid and Jim his playmate. "Now you eat me!" Jones commanded. Jim took the older man's tool in his hot mouth and gave him an experience he wouldn't forget. Jones was in good shape, the sort of good shape that comes from machines lined up in a gym, and Jim really enjoyed feeling Jones' pecs and abs as he sucked. He also enjoyed Jones' moans of pleasure as he brought his partner to orgasm. As Jones came down from the heights of pleasure, Jim told him, "Now I'm goanna fuck that hungry ass of yours. You need my boy cum up both your holes." "Yes," Jones panted, "fuck me now!" Jim rolled Jones onto his stomach and rimmed his asshole, leaving ample spit between his cheeks. He didn't see any KY or anything and wasn't going break the tempo of their playtime unless Jones told him to. All Jones said was, "Turn me over. I wanna see your fuckin' face." "And I wanna see yours," Jim responded, as he rammed his recharged dick into the other man's ass. "Uggh," Jones cried, but Jim plunged all the way in without difficulty; and the expression on Jones' face said that he was experiencing no pain. "Yeah," Jim teased. "Show me what you can do with that sphincter. See how hard you can pinch my tool. Grab me on the down strokes. Grab me on the up strokes. Feel that dick rub your happy gland." Jones was crying out in ecstasy by the time Jim dumped his second load up the older man's colon. There was no doubt in Jones' mind that he'd gotten his money's worth. Meanwhile, Matt and Si were both at home, Matt watching tv, Si reading a porno mag. After his program was over Matt wandered into living room and took note of the tent in Si's shorts. "Must be a good story," he said. "Well, son, if the day comes when I can't get it up, I won't be worth much. That's for sure." Matt laughed, then asked, "What do you do when you're traveling? Jack off?" "Sometimes," his dad replied, "but you'd be surprised how many guys—and gals—in these little hick towns are looking for a dick." Matt laughed again, then said, "Too bad you can't charge for it too." He sat down next to his father. "So I never asked you," Si suddenly became more serious, "how do you feel charging for it?" "Sometimes it's just great. Like when I'm with Austin Spangler. Or when I get turned on by some real sexy bastard. Other times, it's just going through the motions. Like with that McConnell guy. He really got off like a wild man, but the motherfucker didn't do a thing for me." "Yeah, the electricity's got to be there all right. "Like...with you, Matt, I'd be wild as McConnell. I don't even want to think about it, but I can't help it. I get a hardon every time I look at ya." "Shit, Dad, you don't think I do too? Guys like him are just flabby old wierdos. You're a fucking man." He hugged his dad like he had that night his mom had split. "Goddam it, Matt! Don't tempt me, man." Matt's fingers fondled Si's crotch. "I want your dick, Dad. Can't be nothing wrong with that." He unzipped his father and felt the warm flesh of his still hard tool. Soon his lips had closed over it. When Jim returned home, he found Matt and his dad exhausted and naked on the living room carpet, their bodies rapturously entwined. The Rubicon had been crossed. - - - - - - - - - Please comment. Feedback is important. macoutmann@yahoo.com Copyright 2011 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.