Date: Wed, 2 Nov 2011 10:37:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: Teenaged Hustler 3

This story is fiction.  Any resemblance to actual places, people, or events
is purely coincidental.  This story also contains explicit homosexual
activity between adults and teens.  Be warned.  If such activity offends
you or if you are underage, please move on.


			     TEENAGED HUSTLER

			      by Macout Mann

				 Chapter 3


The idea of making out with a television star, even a minor one, really
heated Jim up.  So it wasn't long before both he and Matt were naked in
bed.  Like Matt had thought, when his dad first talked about Jim's moving
in, they didn't really need the extra room.  Jim took Matt's dick in his
hungry mouth and sucked until Matt gave him all that was left in his hot
young balls, and both of them sank into a deep sleep.

The following night they did go downtown, but not until it was almost
eleven.  Matt lounged here and there around the block, hoping Ben would
show up.  Jim waited to give Shellborne time to get back from the theatre,
then headed up to his room at the hotel.

Jim was thin, but muscular.  Looked younger than he was.  And when
Shellborne opened the door, he was stunned by the good-looking, swarthy,
man-boy that faced him.

"My `cousin' is down waiting for Ben," Jim said, as he clawed his crotch.
"We thought I might be able to help you out."

Shellborne motioned Jim in and closed the door.  "Shit, man, you think
actors are made of money?  I shot my wad on your cousin last night."

Jim casually tweaked his nipple through his tight-fitting t shirt.  "We
might be able to work out a deal.  I'm older and less expensive than he
is."

Shellborne couldn't resist feeling Jim's basket.  "How much less?"

"I got a special movie star rate.  Suck me for twenty.  I suck you for
thirty.  I'll even fuck you for forty."  Jim was really turned on by
Shellborne's celebrity.

Shellborne, on the other hand, was really broke.  "Will you strip, and get
on the bed for me to suck you off?"  he asked.

"Why not?" Jim replied.  He pulled his t shirt over his head in one smooth
gesture.  Shellborne practically drooled at his compact torso.

"O.K.," Shelborne said.  He got on his knees, removed Jim's shoes and
socks, then undid the buttons on his 501s, revealing an oversized tool
almost eight inches long and over six inches around.  "Yeah," Shellborne
murmured.  "Nice.  Will you undress me?"

"Why not?" Jim said again.

Soon both men were naked, and Jim allowed Shellborne to feel his bod from
his pecs on down.  He was thinking that wasn't part of the deal, but "what
the hell?  I did agree to get naked."

Jim lay back on the hotel's double bed and Shellborne kissed his way to
Jim's rigid dick.  That wasn't part of the deal either, but Jim was
ecstatic when Shellborne's well-practiced lips closed over his prong.
"Man, this guy knows how to suck," Jim thought.

Not only was Jim a bargain, but Shellborne was getting the best of it and
then some.  He edged Jim two or three times before finally letting him
explode.  Shellborne rammed his face into Jim's pubes, making the huge dick
slip into his throat, as shot after shot of semen flooded his gut.


Meanwhile, down on the block, a short, fortyish guy, with a heavy black
moustache approached Matt.  "Hi," he said, "I'm Ben.  You interested in
getting something on?"

"Sure," Matt replied.  "I been waiting for you.  Whatcha into?"

"You like to get fucked?"

"It'll cost you a big one."

"Well, aint you expensive?  You got a golden asshole or something?"

"It just aint my thing.  I'll do it, and you can bet I'm good.  But it's
gotta be worth my while.  You wanna go to the hotel?"

"Nah.  I checked out this morning.  They're striking everything at the
theatre and loading the trucks now.  When they finish, I'll be driving one
of `em to our next stop, and we'll start the set up.  Takes a full day to
mount a big show like this.  Fucking actors and musicians can take their
time.

"I'll pay your price, but we'll have to do it in the sleeper."

As they walked the three blocks to the Jefferson Center, Matt asked why Ben
was driving a semi.  He thought being a stage manager was a big deal.

"Yeah, I'm in charge, once the show opens and when it's on the road.  But I
also have a CDL, so I can make enough extra driving to afford motherfuckers
like you.  I gotta be there when the trucks get there anyway, so we can
mount the show for the next run.

"Every auditorium is different, so the lights have got to be set a little
differently.  Adjustments have to be made to the scenery.  All sorts of
crap."

As they neared the theatre, Matt saw the two semis parked side by side at
the stage dock.  On the side of each trailer huge letters spelled out
"SHOWBOAT" and under that "1977 National Tour."  Stagehands were busy
loading all sorts of stuff into them.  Ben waved to the guy that seemed to
be in charge, unlocked the cab of one of the semis, and the two of them
climbed in.  "Don't worry about the men.  They won't bother us," Ben said.

They crawled back into the sleeper and Matt unbuckled Ben's belt,
unbuttoned his trousers, and out fell one of the biggest dicks he'd ever
seen, bigger than Jim's for sure.  "Damn, big dicks do come in little
packages," Matt exclaimed.

"Yeah," Ben laughed, "I never could've played basketball, but I can win the
measuring game against most basketball players."

"Just use lotsa lube," Matt said.

"I will.  You're goanna love my dick," Ben answered.  "Robert sure the hell
does."

Matt took off his Mobil jacket and cap and pulled his jeans down around his
knees.  "How you want me?" he asked.

"Doggie style," the older man panted.

First Ben rimmed Matt's young ass until it was good and moist, then reached
for a bottle of Vaseline and scooped up a handful.  He coated a finger of
his other hand with the grease and began to anoint Matt's sphincter.  When
he was finished, Matt's ass was filled with the slippery goo, and then Ben
also layered his dick with Vaseline.  "Ready?"  he asked.

"As I'll ever be," Matt replied.

The pain wasn't anywhere near as bad as Matt expected.  He didn't love it.
Like he'd said, he just didn't get off on getting fucked.  But it did feel
good, once Ben had slid his monster in all the way to the root.  And every
time Ben's knob rubbed his prostate, he felt like he was goanna cum, but he
managed not to.

Ben's groans showed how much he was enjoying himself, though.  "Shit, you
got a nice ass, kid." He murmured.  "If I can keep going long enough, you
might even be worth the price."

And he could keep going.  Matt could feel when Ben was nearing orgasm, but
then the older man would push all the way in, relax until the moment had
passed, and then begin to pound again.  Almost twenty minutes passed before
he finally dropped his load and pulled his satisfied dick from the boy's
tight hole.

"Yeah, that was worth it," Ben cried, as he buttoned his pants.  He opened
his wallet and pushed a C note into the pocket of Matt's jeans.

At the same time, there was a knocking on the window of the cab.

"What the fuck is it?" Ben shouted.

"The lens on one of the ellipsoidals is busted," a voice yelled back.

"Well, put it aside.  I'll be right out," Ben called.  Then to Matt he
said, "I'll leave the cab unlocked.  When you get dressed, you can take
off.  If I'm back in town sometime, maybe we can get together."

Matt returned to the block.  Jim had long gone, but Matt circled around for
a while, hoping somebody would come by who was willing to pay for a blow
job.  He needed to get sucked.  Fortunately, he didn't have to give it
away.

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