Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2003 00:49:59 -0800
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: HUSTLER AND THE BELLBOY (minor scat)

           HUSTLER & THE BELLBOY by bawdypen

   Following the kid into the alcove, the Head Bellboy looked
around then slammed him up against the wall.
   "You're a fag, aren't you? You're working this hotel!"
   "Aw, come on, man. I ain't causing no trouble, I'm just
trying to make a few bucks. Gimme a break, willya?"
   "Let's go!" He grabbed the boy's arm and led him down the
hallway. The kid struggled, but the bellboy's grip was quite
strong. He finally stopped fighting it, figuring he'd only get
tossed out.
   "Hold up." The bellboy kept his grip while fishing out a
set of keys from his pocket. He slipped a key into a door and
looked around to see that they weren't being observed. Then he
opened the door to a broom closet and pushed the boy in...
following him.
   Ensconced in the dark, he took the boy's hand and put it to
his crotch. "This one you're gonna do for free, punk! Get down
on your knees and unzip me. Let's see how well you do on the
blowers."
   Almost tripping, the boy tried to back up. But there was
only room for him to stay where he was unless he wanted to fall
all over the mops and buckets stuffed in the room. Besides, the
piece of meat he was holding had great promise. And even when
the bellboy was scowling angrily at him, his features were very
sexy. Now, in the dark, it was all very erotic. He fished into
the guy's pants and pulled his prick out. Already, it was
beginning to stand up, He stroked it.
   "Blow me, you little shit!"
   Immediately, the boy put his mouth on the long, skinny
cock--now stiff--and began to suck it. He squatted on his
haunches and reached back and grabbed the guy's ass for
balance. But when he started to run his fingers up and down the
asscrack, deeply, the guy spoke up.
   "Just suck, you little punk. Stay away from my ass. I don't
mind face-fucking a queer, but don't try messin' with my ass."
   The boy looked up in the dark. "Don't be such a sissy. If
you drop your pants I'll be able to lick your balls. I'll lick
your asshole, too, if you want."
   "Hunh? Lick my shithole?!! Jeez, you faggots are too much!
What the hell, you got a deal, kid. Never had my butt licked.
Go ahead, pull 'em down. Lick my balls. You can play with my
hole, but don't try stickin' anything up there!"
   Quickly and eagerly, he yanked the guy's pants and shorts
down. With both hands, he grabbed the fleshy buns and nestled
his face in the guy's spicy nuts...sniffing and licking...
making the guy moan a little. "Aw, lick my balls! Suck 'em into
your mouth."
   Mouth stuffed, tongue fluttering, he began to tease the
guy's anus with a fingertip, surprised when he hunched down
slightly allowing him to play freely.
   When the bellboy's legs started getting stiff in that
position, he raised up, snapping the balls from the boy's mouth
in the process.
   "Turn around, lemme suck your ass," the boy cooed
seductively.
   "Yeah." Scooching around, dragging his pants, he bent over
and rested his arms on his knees...feeling strangely excited.
He gasped when the boy put his mouth up to his asshole, causing
him to constrict his muscles momentarily. But when the kid
started to lick him, he tried to relax. He pushed his butt
back, bending over further.
   "Oh, man, this is weird. Like I'm ready to take a shit in
your face! Oh, that feels good. Ummm, do it! You like that,
doncha? Damn, you're one hot little fruit. I could get to
likin' this shit. If you wanna stick your tongue in...that's
okay. UH, SHOOO!"
   Like most guys who'd never had somebody tongue their
butthole, the bellboy didn't exactly worry about keeping it
spic 'n span. The kid didn't mind...he was used to it. He did
it for a living, and he loved his work! His dug his tongue up
the guy's virgin ass, pleased that it was beginning to gape in
pleasure from his actions.
   Cody'd never failed to turn a guy on yet, and he wasn't
about to fail now. He was making good money at the hotel, and
he wanted to keep doing it. Maybe if he...
   Suddenly, the bellboy whipped around and stuck his cock in
the kid's mouth.
   "BLOW IT, MAN, I'M GONNA SQUIRT!" He held the kid's head
and forced his cock deep into his craw. Skinny and long, the
boy easily took it down. He pushed the guy's gripping hand
away, and proceeded to deep-throat him on his own terms,
grabbing his hips and making him plunge his prick even deeper
into his sucking, grasping throat, until the guy screamed out
and shot volleys of cum out of his cockhead!
   Working his mouth, he quickly pulled back to catch the last
few shots. He wasn't about to blow the guy without getting a
taste of his luscious cream! He scooched his lips tightly up
the shaft until the cock popped out of his breathless mouth.
Then he squeezed the shaft and tenderly licked the head to get
the final precious drops. But just then another stream flowed
from the pisshole and down the shaft. Gladly, he slurped the
bonus all up.
   Suggesting he might be able to continue his hustling at the
hotel, the bellboy got Cody to agree to talk later at the
coffee shop.
   "They call me Slim," the guy grinned. "Guess you already
know why. No, no, I didn't mean that. Ain't cause of my prick.
I mean, it ain't like I go around showing my cock to other
dudes. Shit. Come to think of it, it was in junior high when I
got that nickname. Guys in the locker room started calling me
that. Heh! I'm tall and thin, but I guess it was because of my
prick. Been so long, I forgot that myself."
   "Y-you gonna let me keep working?" Cody sipped his coffee.
   "Kid," he looked around and lowered his voice, getting his
face closer across the table, "you might be a fruit, but you're
the best damn cocksucker I've ever come across!"
   "My name's Cody. And you don't hafta call me names!" he
blurted.
   "Okay, sorry. Listen, uh, Cody, I can't let you keep
roaming the hotel. The manager's been asking questions. But
I've got an idea. I get guys that ask...well, what the hell.
I'm a bellboy, right. You're from out of town and you wanna
know where to get some pussy...you ask the bellboy, right?
American tradition and all that bullshit. Thing is, sometimes I
get guys asking where they can get a GUY...a hustler for the
night or afternoon. Guess I'm not too sofis...sofista..."
   "Sophisticated?" Cody suggested.
   "Yeah, that's it. Anyway, I always look at 'em weird and
tell 'em I didn't know about shit like that, you know. I feel
like punching them out, but you gotta be 'courteous' to the
clientele, and all that rot, even if they are dirty queers!"
   "What's your fuckin' problem, man?" Cody glared at him.
"What've you got against us? You sure liked what I did. Quit
being a prick!"
   "Hey, calm down. I'm sorry. Okay, I'll tell ya. Some fa...
some guy turned my older brother queer. Found out a couple of
years ago that he'd been carrying on with this guy all through
college. Now he's living with the bastard! My own brother...a
fuckin' cocksucker!"
   "So? Why does it bother you so much?"
   "Cause..." a tear formed in his eye, "I...I loved him. He
was my older brother, man. That guy wrecked him!"
   "Did you ever meet him?"
   "Once. Brad introduced him to me. I couldn't stand it. Brad
had these googoo eyes like he was real proud of him and all.
Guy was pleasant and all that, but I just walked away. Guess I
kinda hurt Brad cause he ain't talked to me since then."
   "I don't blame him. You were a real shit. Loved him? No you
didn't. Not enough to accept him. They've been living together
for years and you still don't see? That guy didn't turn your
brother gay...he already was. He was just lucky enough to find
someone to really love. And what'd you do? You spit in his
face!"
   Suddenly agitated, the guy changed the subject. "So what if
I tell these guys you're available? You gonna split with me?"
   "B-but...if I can't be in the hotel..."
   "You live at home, don't you? You got a phone?"
   "No. I mean, I got a phone, but I live with a couple of
guys. I do this to pay my rent. I can't just sit around and
wait."
   "Jeez! You're really an amateur, aren't ya? You got two
roommates and you're complaining? You must be suckin' cock for
pennies! Man, you got a real talent. Guys that come in here got
bucks. If you can't make your whole month's rent with a couple
of sessions, you're really selling yourself short. Cocksucker
like you oughta be driving around in a Porshe or something. Let
me handle the business and we'll both make a bundle. So you
wait. You got a pool at your place? Even if you don't, lay
around getting a nice tan. I call you. You come over and suck
some cock...go back home with lotsa green in your pocket. You
take it up the ass? Gotta take it up the ass for some of these
guys...I imagine."
   "Sure. I like gettin' fucked. You think this'll work?"
   "You...you like stiff pricks up your asshole?! Sure you do.
Silly question, ain't it?"
   "Yes, I do. You straight guys are so naive," he shook his
head in wonder. "Remember how you felt getting rimmed for the
first time? If I'd had a tongue three times as thick and 7"
long you'd have let me shove it in there. Don't you think a
cock would feel even better?"
   "Yeah, maybe. But don't get any ideas about doin' that just
cause you liked suckin' my ass. We make a straight business
deal, and I'll let ya lick and blow me whenever you want,
okay?"
   "Sure, Slim. I'll give you a discount." The boy grinned.
   "Discount? Ha! I've give you a 10% discount. I'll put 90%
of my cock up your ass. When you scream for the rest I'll make
you pay for it!"
   "Yeah? You gonna fuck me too, Slim?"
   "I might...if you're good."
   "I'm good alright, but aren't you afraid of liking it too
much?"
   "I'm the one with the hangups. But my dick doesn't care
where it's stuck or who's suckin' it. Besides, you're differ-
ent. It ain't like makin' it with another dude. You're just a
whore. 'Sides, maybe I can figure out what the fuck my brother
gets out of it."
   "You might never find that out unless you get fucked."
   "Hey, I guess Brad sucks dick, but he wouldn't take it up
the ass. He probably gives it to the other guy."
   "Dream on. Now, don't get upset. It's just that you have
screwy ideas. Lovers don't play `man & wife' games. You can bet
your brother throws his legs up as often as his lover does, or
pretty near."
   "Really? Damn! That makes me sick thinking of him getting
fucked just like a chick. I didn't need to hear that. His lover
is kinda masculine, though."
   "Heh! That don't mean much, either. Believe me, butch guys
throw their legs up faster than bleached blondes!"
   "Stop. You're depressing me. Gimme your number and I'll
call you when I line something up. By the way, how old are
you?"
   "Why, you getting scruples all of a sudden? Don't worry,
I'm 18."
   "You don't look it. I'll tell 'em you're 16. They'll like
that."
   "No. You might scare 'em off if they think I'm underage."
   "Alright, Fruitsie, let's get out of here. Pay the check."
   The next evening:
   "Cody? This is Slim. Get your slutty buns over here, I got
a hot one for ya!"
   "Already? What's he like?"
   "Probably everything, what's the difference?"
   "No, I mean what's he look like?"
   "I don't know, he's alright I guess. Thirties. Got a kid
with him, but the boy'll be sleeping. Say, you drink piss?"
   "No! Is that what he wants?"
   "He just asked, but I think he might want you to piss in
his mouth. I knew this weird stuff was gonna come up but I
didn't think it'd be so soon. Fuckin' perverts! Jeez, the guy's
got a little kid. Probably drinks his peepee."
   "Some guys like to do things with hustlers they don't
normally do. It's alright, I'll handle it. Give me ten
minutes."
   "Okay. Come in the side entrance."
   "Room 223, he's waiting. I told him $50 for a blowjob. If
he wants more, just make sure he pays for it."
   "$50! Great. Who blows who?"
   "Uh...I forgot to ask. But if..."
   "I'll handle it. I've been doing this awhile, remember?"
   "Yeah, blowin' for nickles! Make him pay."
   "Hi, you Cody? Come in. I'm Greg. Jeffrey's asleep, so
we'll have to keep our voices low. Here's your pay up front."
   "Fine." He stuffed the bills into his pocket. "Would you
like me to strip?" he asked, taking off his shirt.
   "Uh, not necessary. See, I'm not really...I mean I've
messed around a little, but..."
   "You just wanna get off?"
   "Yeah. And...guys suck better, if you don't mind my saying
so."
   "Mind? I don't mind. I'm a great cocksucker!" Cody grinned.
   The man chuckled. "Um..."
   "Why don't you take your pants down and I'll get between
them. Would you like me to lick your balls?"
   "Oh, that'd be nice. Here, I'll take these down. Oh, would
you like a drink or something."
   "No, thanks. This is your first time with a hustler, hunh?"
   "Yes. I'm a little nervous."
   "Don't be. I'll take care of you. Why don't you take your
pants all the way off? That way you can spread your legs and I
can lick you better. You've got a nice prick...I'm gonna enjoy
this!"
   "Thanks, but...you don't hafta flatter me. I can, uh, come
in your mouth, can't I?"
   "I'll be disappointed if you don't," Cody said, snuggling
up between the man's legs and grabbing his shaft. "Mmm, suck-
able meat!" he cried, going down on the man halfway--really
juicing up his cock. Greg moaned deliciously at the first touch
of Cody's tongue and lips. Fearing the man might come too soon,
he quickly left off and got down to lick his heavy ballsack.
Cody loved his work and he wasn't about to cut this short. He
had a very suckable cock and Cody was a cocksucker--money or
not! He nuzzled his face down there, causing the man to squirm,
and took both nuts into his mouth and sucked on them gently. He
even lifted the ballsack and licked underneath, tempted to tell
the man to lift his legs so he could rim him. But he'd have to
ask for more money for that, so he just teased a little and
alternated between licking balls, shaft, and bobbing up and
down to keep the man's prick stiff and throbbing without
letting him get too worked up.
   One of the times Cody was working the cock, he saw movement
from the corner of his eye. Smacking his lips off, he looked up
to see the kid standing next to the couch.
   "Dad! Why's that boy sucking your thing?"
   "JEFFREY!" he cried, opening his eyes. "Um...he...he's a
doctor, son. He's giving me an examination. You go back to bed
now. SCAT!"
   The boy shrugged, looking back wide-eyed. "Oh, yeah, I
remember. Bobby Thompson did that to me when we played doctor.
'Night!"
   "Oh, shit!" Greg threw his head back, his dick shriveling.
   Cody giggled. "Relax. He's gone back to bed. We'll give him
a few minutes if you want. I'll just sit up here on the arm and
play with you. Just lay back and enjoy..."
   "But..."
   "I'll keep an eye out and waylay him if he comes back out.
I'll threaten him with an enema from the doctor!"
   "No, don't do that. I think the little bugger enjoys them!"
   "You...you give him enemas often?"
   "Only when he needs it. What, you think I fuck with my
kid?!"
   "Course not," Cody assured him, still wondering. Then he
smiled devilishly. "Gotta be careful. A boy can get to enjoying
having things stuck up his butt...believe me!"
   The man gulped, catching his meaning. "Y-you do that
t-too?"
   "Sure, I've had lotsa dicks up my ass," Cody declared
proudly.
   "Uh, do you think...maybe..."
   "Wanna fuck me? Cost you more, but I'd love to sit on your
dick."
   "Oh. I'd b-better not spend any more. I just got divorced
and..." Cody nodded in understanding, gently stroking the man's
cock. "I think he's gone to sleep. Listen, if you don't tell
Slim about it..."
   "Who's Slim," he asked.
   "The bellboy. He's kinda my manager."
   "Oh, you mean he's your pimp?"
   "Yeah, I guess he is. But just here in the hotel. Anyway,
if you don't tell him, I'll let ya fuck me."
   "Wow, I'd love that, Cody. It won't take long, that's for
sure!"
   "He said you mentioned piss."
   "Oh, that. Just a lark at the moment. Forget it."
   "But if it's something you want to do..." he whispered,
"now's your chance. If you could spare another $10 it'll help
explain why a blowjob took so long, you know. What'd you have
in mind? I could just tell him it took me a while to pee."
   "Oh, you mean...? No. It was...just an urge to have a boy
that would let me piss in his mouth. Something I always wanted
to do and I knew it would have to be a hustler. But you're not
that type."
   "I...I've never done it. Let's talk about it after you fuck
me, okay? Maybe I'll try just a mouthful." He stood up and
began to strip off his pants. The guy's eyes were glued to him,
nervously.
   "Gee, you got a boner!" he remarked, surprisedly.
   "Of course. How can ya play with a guy's cock without
getting hard yourself? If I give you this free fuck, willya
jack me off?"
   "Um, yeah sure!"
   Cody spit on his hand and worked the saliva into his
asscrack while he bent over and sucked the man's cock some
more...getting it wet. Then he climbed up and straddled the
man's hips, squatting his ass down and reaching back to slip it
up his asshole. Getting the knob firmly entrenched, he sat
down, engulfing the whole thing!
   "AIIEE!" they both gasped, quietly, one from pain the other
from ecstasy. Within seconds, they were both gasping in
pleasure. Cody adjusted quickly--as he always does--and began
to ride the man. Greg's eyes rolled back and he eagerly began
to thrust his hips.
   "Oh, that's magnificent! Oh, Cody!"
   "Don't...don't come too soon. Let me get worked up as much
as you are. Here, jack me off and...think of your ex-wife or
something to cool off. Forget your cock and think about mine."
   "Oh, right. Sorry. But you feel so good. Damn," he wrapped
his hand around Cody's rigid boner, "you DO feel good!" He
worked his hips back and forth and up and down, luxuriating in
Cody's warm rectal muscles, but trying to concentrate more on
pleasuring the boy's cock. He was staring at what he was
holding, and even bent his head forward to take a quick lick
across Cody's cock knob! That excited him more--as if it were
the nastiest thing he'd ever done--and he began to really pump
on Cody's prick.
   "Oh, squirt it on me! Squirt all over me! I'm gonna cum!"
   Cody jammed his ass down, taking the man to the balls, and
used his anal muscles to milk the man's prick as he felt it
gushing up into his guts. He was close himself, but no cigar.
He'd need a bit more of a workup to achieve the kind of orgasm
he wanted. Instead of forcing it, he pulled the man's hand off
his cock and let him rest back to enjoy his final throes of
pleasure.
   Getting a tinge of guilt, Greg let Cody slip off his lap
and immediately went for his pants.
   "I, uh...maybe the kid'll wake up. Lemme give you that
extra ten."
   "Sure, OK." Cody was used to this reaction with closet
cases.
   "I'm sorry. I know I'm being an asshole, but..."
   "It's alright, Greg," Cody smiled, getting dressed. "I know
how it is. Just remember how it was, and you'll be able to
relax about it in time. Guy's gotta do it on his own. You're a
hot man, and I know as well as you do that you're gonna jack
off later thinking about licking my dick, hunh? It's alright.
Licking dicks is a lot of fun. You'll find out. Next time you
stop here, get Slim to call me. If you do, I'll know you want
to suck me and I'll make it real comfortable for you, okay?"
   "Thanks. You're a great kid...real understanding. If the
boy wasn't here...well, I'd probably go hog wild!"
   "Okay, see ya. We'll do that piss thing next time, hunh?"
   "You wouldn't mind? I mean that and not coming?"
   "Naw. Kinda looking forward to it. It'd be a kick. So
long."
   "Everything go alright?" Slim caught him at the elevators.
Instead of letting him out he got in and closed the doors,
taking them up between floors and stopping it.
   "Sure. $50 like you said. And ten for pissing. Here it is."
   "Took ya long enough." Before Cody could reply with his
story about it taking a while to go, Slim ran his hand down the
back of Cody's pants. "Yeah, so how come your asshole's all
moist?" he asked, wiping his finger on Cody's cheeks before
bringing it out. "You're not holding out on me, are you?" Cody
shook his head. Instead of being mad, Slim just shook his head
in disgust. "Kid, how we gonna make any money if you go around
bending over for free? He fucked you, didn't he?"
   Cody hung his head. "Yeah," he whispered, "but he just got
divorced, and anyway he said he might be back after he and
Jeffrey get settled."
   "Sure...in Cleveland! Listen, you're gonna have to scrap
the 'whore with a heart of gold' routine. No time for hardup,
cheap guys. From now on they pay for everything, got it? Uh,
starting tomorrow."
   "Why tomorrow...as if I didn't know? You got a cheap guy in
mind?"
   "Here's the key. Room's vacant. I go on break in twenty
minutes. Guess I'll be getting sloppy seconds, hunh? I won't
have much time so, uh, I guess you'd might as well...you
know...be naked."
   "Gee, I could just tear a hole in the seat of my pants.
That way you wouldn't have to see my nude body!" Cody said,
sarcastically, as Slim let him out on the fifth floor and went
back down to the lobby.
   "HI-DE-HO!" Slim exclaimed, closing and locking the door.
"All worked up and ready, I see." He approached Cody--naked on
the couch and stroking his boner.
   "Hurry, get out of your pants!" Cody pleaded. "I didn't
come with the guy and I'm really hot!"
   By the time Slim stepped out of his shorts, his dick was
skyward. He didn't say a word, he just walked up to Cody and
stuck it in his face. Eagerly, Cody went down on him, glad to
have a diversion that would take his hand from his prick. Slim
stood there jabbing it in his mouth while he took the rest of
his uniform off. Then he grabbed the boy's head and worked it
down his throat, face-fucking him until Cody was gasping for
breath.
   "Fuck me now!" Cody sprawled along the couch and lifted his
legs, exposing his puffy, nearly-hairless anus in anticipation.
   "Face to face? Uh, wouldn't you like it better on your
knees?"
   "No. Like this. I wanna see your expression and..."
   "Alright, but don't get any ideas about kissin' or stuff.
I'm just here to fuck your slutty asshole." Awkwardly, Slim
knelt on the couch between the kid's legs and scooted up to aim
his prick at the entrance. Cody'd been well loosened up by
Greg. Expecting assholes to be extremely tight, he wasn't
prepared when he practically fell into Cody's mushy hole. It
was like slipping into butter! Indeed, he was slipping right
into the puddle of cockbatter Greg had shot up there earlier.
   "OH, YEAH...ALL THE WAY!" Cody encouraged, pulling his legs
back.
   The movement of lifting his ass higher caused Slim trouble
in his strokes as he was trying to avoid as much contact as
possible. But the feeling was so delicious, and he wanted to
stuff every fuckin' inch of his long prick down that hot
channel, so he braced his feet and fell forward across the boy,
settling his hands on the sofa arm behind Cody's head. This
brought him in close contact with the boy's face, but he didn't
mind too much even though they could smell each other's warm,
heavy breath. Cody was squirming his ass around, driving Slim
crazy. He lifted up and began to plunge his cock down into the
boy's asshole full bore, repeatedly burying his prick to the
balls!
   "UNH! UNH! UNH! HARDER! HARDER! OH, IT'S WONDERFUL, SLIM!"
Cody cried, wrapping his legs around the bellboy's back. "FUCK
MY BRAINS OUT WITH YOUR BIG PRICK!" Then, more softly to
himself, "Fuckin' stud!"
   Slim was tossing his head back and forth, luxuriating in
the best fuck he'd ever had. Cody was clenching his ass muscles
tighter, using them to caress his prick on every stroke. No
chick had ever acted like Cody was. No chick had ever called
him a stud and ran her hands over his body and held him so
close like Cody was doing. Compared to him they'd been like
fucking a wet mop. He was loose and sloppy when he'd first
entered, but now Cody was squeezing the life out of his cock,
grasping and loosening, milking his prick!
   Finally, Cody let out a final, delirious groan and Slim saw
his untouched, throbbing prick unload gushes of warm sperm all
over both their chests. Feeling the warm cum running down his
belly, Slim lowered himself enough to grab the boy's butt and
pull him to his crotch. Totally embedded in the boiling hole,
his cock jerked uncontrollably as he spurted over and over
until his balls were completely drained.
   "Aaaahhh!" the hustler cooed delightfully as the long cock
was slowly dragged out of his asshole. "Mmmmm."
   "Whew!" Slim let out a long, satisfied breath as he sat up
and layed his head on the back of the seat. "Man! No wonder you
get paid for it!"
   Cody scurried up and layed his head in the guy's lap,
lifting his floppy prick and surveying it. Slim was too
exhausted to mind, and merely watched, amused, when Cody began
to tenderly lick it clean!
   "Wow, you even clean a guy up, hunh?"
   Cody licked up the underside of his cock, looking at Slim
with a big grin on his face. "No, only when a guy fucks me as
good as you did!"
   "Yeah? Good as a queer?" Slim chuckled.
   "Well," Cody teased, "like a guy that knows how to treat a
fella's ass right, that's for sure."
   "Shit, maybe my brother Brad's got a good thing going, I
don't know. Hot fuck, I'll admit. But I can't keep using the
merchandise. We're supposed to be making some money. Hey, get
up. I gotta get back to work. You go home and rest up. I'll see
what I can round up for tomorrow night."
   "Okay. Lemme give it one last kiss, alright?" Cody grabbed
it and gave it a big smack on the knob.
   "Kinda skinny. You like my prick?"
   "I love your prick, Slim," Cody admitted, quietly.
   "Aw, quit lookin' at me like that. Lock the door when you
leave, and be near the phone tomorrow. Get a cellphone, willya!"
   "Slim hung around the back entrance, pacing impatiently.
Then Cody walked in and he grabbed his arm.
   "Quick! 407. Kind of an emergency. Guy picked up a drunken
sailor and, well, he'll tell ya. Get up there right away."
   The man opened the door a crack. "Cody? Good, come on in."
He was naked. Next thing he saw was a tall, blond sailor on the
bed...his cap still on... but nothing else. He looked wasted.
   "Here's the deal. Kid likes to get fucked, but he won't do
it unless he's hard. I'm straight. I don't suck cock, so I need
a cocksucker to get him up so I can fuck his tail."
   "Okay, but why'd you pick him up if you're straight? If you
don't mind my asking."
   "He picked me up. Said he'd blow me real good and let me
fuck him. He's good on the blowers, but now I wanna fuck. He's
so drunk he can't even jack it hard. You like his prick? Course
you do, you're a cocksucker. Here, blow me a little bit while
he watches."
   The man held up a thick truncheon that had drooped somewhat
from the waiting. Cody sucked it into a fierce erection again
while the sailor layed back, idling stroking his long, flaccid
cock.
   "Mmmm. Good cocksucker, kid. But he's good too. A hot fuck
is what I'm after, though. I love to fuck assholes and women
don't go for it much. Popeye over there's got a sweet-looking
pinky I want into. Go over and get him hard for me." Cody
walked to the bed.
   "Take yur clothes off," the sailor slurred. Cody stripped.
The man stood back, playing with himself. Cody hopped on the
bed between the sailor's legs and went down on his meat. The
sailor smiled and rustled his hair, encouraging him and humping
his ass a little. Cody sucked for a few minutes, getting it
only half-hard. The sailor sighed in disappointment. The man
walked over and stuck his prick in the sailor's face, getting
him to suck him more. The sailor eagerly took it all the way
down his throat. He wanted to get hard...he wanted the man's
thick cock up his ass. "Oh," he slurped off, "I want this up my
ass! Damn! I gotta be hard or I can't take it."
   Cody hadn't been around without learning a thing or two.
The sailor obviously had his libido centered at his back door.
Cody threw his legs up and shoved his face into the guy's ass!
The sailor moaned and held them back himself.
   "OH, YEAH! That's it. Lick my ass! Lick my asshole! Eat me
out!" Cody dug in, thrusting his tongue in and out, giving him
a noisy tongue-fuck. The man went around and watched intently,
noticing the sailor's cock slowly begin to get rigid.
   "Aha! So that's the secret to a queer's ass. Suckin' his
butthole!"
   Cody pulled away. "Yep, you wanna try it?"
   "Gimme a break, kid. You keep doin' it. I won't even put a
prick in my mouth...you think I'm gonna lick where a guy
shits?!"
   "Don't know what you're missing, mister," Cody winked at
the sailor. "Smells and tastes real good." The prick jerked
above his face. He went up and licked on his balls, then back
into his lower, musky cavern.
   "Only to queers. You really like doing that , doncha? Hey,
how about doing it to me? Never felt that before."
   "Sure, but it'll cost you more," Cody said, politely, not
knowing what Slim had contracted for, but suspecting it didn't
include that.
   "Yeah, okay." The man hurried to the dresser and opened his
wallet and drew out a bill, "Here. $50 alright?" Cody grinned.
   "That'll do it for a while. Turn around and let me see it."
   The man turned and bent over, spreading his ass. Cody put
his nose to it and sniffed.
   "Uh, maybe another ten, mister. It's kinda stinky."
   "Hey, who you hustling? You just said you liked the smell!
Quit conning me and lick my crack!"
   Cody kicked himself for his earlier statement, determined
not to make that mistake again. He tried covering his tracks.
"Okay, I said I would. But it's a lot worse than his was!" He
began to lick the hairy anus. He'd swabbed the sailor's deck
with enthusiasm. This novice he merely tickled at first,
teasing him.
   "Ah, that's nice," the man moaned. "Yeah, do it harder...
like you did to him. He's diggin' watching...his prick's
gettin' on the rail. Mmmm, shove your tongue up there!" He ran
a hand over the guy's leg. "You suck shitholes too, sailor?" he
asked.
   "I'd like to do it to him," he grinned, pointing at Cody.
   "Not me though, hunh? That's alright. Will it keep you
stiff to do it while I fuck you?"
   The sailor scurried off the bed and got behind Cody,
spreading his cheeks. "Oh, fuck yes, this'll keep me hard!"
   "Good. I wanna see you do it anyway." He arranged Cody on
his knees on the bed...the sailor on his knees behind him with
his face up Cody's ass...and he knelt on the bed next to them,
watching the sailor sucking the hustler's asshole.
   A while of this and he got behind the sailor and spread his
cheeks. Then he stuck a finger in there. "SUCK HIS ASSHOLE!"
   The sailor sucked Cody's ass alright. He dug right in,
letting the man stick it to him, his hard cock hanging down and
flopping around.
   "Ahh! Nice tight hot hole!" The man grabbed the sailor's
hips, lifted them, and ground his thick prick half-way in. The
sailor gasped, but soon began to push his ass back for all of
it. The man plugged him good and fast. Cody was getting paid to
get a hot rimjob? He'd sucked their cocks and licked their
assholes for a while, and now he was getting serviced. Damn, he
sured liked this work! He'd do the sailor for free...and the
man wasn't too bad, either.
   The older man fucked the sailor for as long as he could
hold out...even condescending to reach down and jack his cock a
bit to make sure he stayed hard. He sure didn't want to have to
pull out if it went soft.
   "Damn, sailor boy, your ass can sure milk a guy's prick!
Whew! Suck that kid's shithole! Suck the dirty shit right out
of it! Oh, I'm gonna come soon. Don't you come," he let the
prick loose, "I wanna see you come in the cocksucker's mouth!
AHHH! AIIEE! I'M SPURTIN'!!" He rammed in hard, gripping the
sailor's hips.
   Cody and the sailor 69ed on their sides...the man watching
them suck cock avidly. They rolled into a ball and sucked each
other's buttholes, too--Cody sucking out the man's jizz.
   "Oooh, that's filthy! Suckin' my scum out. Didn't you
notice there was a little bit of shit on my dick? Don't care,
hunh?"
   He didn't get a response, they were again too busy with
cocks in their mouths.
   "Yeah, a couple of blow artists! You sure take a lot of
that big prick, kid. Blow, fellas. Let's see you slurp up that
hot cum!"
   They sucked for a while, then the sailor pulled off a
second. "Too much to drink, dammit. But I'm almost there.
Wouldja stick your finger up my ass, mister? Jimmie my button?"
   "Sure, why not." He reached down and stuck his finger up
the just-fucked asshole and screwed it around in the rest of
his own soupy sperm. He felt the prostate and jimmied it
alright--causing the sailor to lose his load. Cody blew a wad
the moment he tasted it.
   After a few seconds of catching their breaths, the sailor
reached over and took the man's prick in his mouth.
   "DAMN! What're you doing? Well bugger me...the swabbie's
cleaning it for me--licking his own shit off it!!"
   That made the man hard enough to come again. The sailor
blew him while Cody rimmed his ass again.
   "Thanks, kid. Guess you'd  better stay the night, sailor.
You're in no condition to go anywhere."
   "Okay. You wanna fuck me again?"
   "Hell, I might do better than that. Maybe...no promises!"
   "Got an extra fifty for sucking his ass, Slim!" Cody
proudly said.
   "Great! Add that to the total and here's the rest of your
half."
   "Got time to gimme a load, Slim? I haven't sucked your dick
in so long. How 'bout it?"
   "Well, I gotta go up to the twelfth floor. You can blow me
on the way up. But no asslicking, alright?"
   While Cody knelt before him, Slim thought about how to make
more money. "Hey, you know. Proms are coming up. Guys that
don't make out sometimes get a room together to drink and smoke
dope. How 'bout I give 'em a group rate? Think you could take
care of a room full of horny high school losers? Might get
rough!"
   "Not if you laid down the law to them, Slim. Sure...sounds
good. Nerdy guys are usually real good fucks!"
   "Yeah, hell, they'd be so glad to be getting a blowjob
they'd probably treat you like a prom queen," he laughed,
pumping away. He stopped the elevator between floors to give
Cody a good screwing in the mouth. After getting his ass
licked. He was really getting to enjoy that!


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