Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2018 15:24:47 +0000 (UTC) From: Razz MaTazz Subject: Memories of a Teen Age Hustler - Installment 1 "Exploring in the Park" This is my first submission to Nifty, though I've been reading the site for quite a while. I'd love to hear what you think about it, or where you'd like me to expand on in more detail. Thanks to everyone in advance! (razzmatazz23@yahoo.com) MEMORIES OF A TEEN AGE HUSTER PART 1 - EXPLORING THE PARK I was a pretty young 13 year old boy the first time I was paid for something sexual. It was this activity that would lead me into doing more and more sexual things, and earning a good dollar for it. It had been about two years since I had had my first ever sexual experience with another boy. I had been friends with a boy who was 17 at the time. We had met during the school year at one of the skate parks that I go to to watch the boys to do the stunts that I could no way pull off, and just admire their good looks as well. Over time, we got to be friends at the park, then started hanging out away from the park, and hanging out at his house on a few occasions. We had been hanging out at the beach one afternoon and we were watching guys go by, I remember clear as a bell when he said "Wow, that guy is pretty hot!". Walking by at the time was this guy who had to be in his late 30s or early 40s, tanned and very toned. He wasn't Muscle Beach muscular, but he was in very good shape. He was wearing board shorts, and either didn't hear my friend say what he did, or walked by without acknowledging the comment. I remember that because my response was "you like guys too?". He had just come out to me, and me to him. Now we were on a whole new playing field. We ended up talking about boys, what we liked and what we didn't, what we would maybe want to try, and things we had no intention of trying. The other comment that I remember from that day is when he said, "when we get back to my house, maybe we can trade blowjobs then." I was like "hell's yea". And we did. After that, and until the end of the school year, we did a lot of trading blow jobs. We ended up doing a lot of other things too, but trading blow jobs was the most of it. At the end of the school year though, we ended up having to say good-bye. He had graduated high school then, and I still had five years of high school left. But a few weeks before he left for college he let me in on a little secret of his. For the past year, he had been going down to a park at night, to one of the little restrooms, where he had been cruising for hook-ups. He said that he wasn't sure how lucky I'd be because of my age, but he would tell me what he did and that I could give it a try if I wanted. So for about an hour or so I listed intently to how he said he went about cruising at the park. On the way home from his house that day, my dick was pretty hard thinking about how I wanted to get down there and try out what he had said. So it was probably the middle or the later part of the summer when I finally got my chance to try it out. Fortunately, the park that he had talked about was only about a 15 minute bike ride from my house. My parents had always been pretty cool about being able to stay out late. I didn't really have a set curfew ever. I just couldn't spend all day sleeping in bed if I stayed out late, and I had to get all my chores done before I could go running off. It was OK to stay over at friends houses whenever, I just had to call and let them know who's house I was staying at. This was mostly because all of the kids in the neighborhood got along pretty good together and we liked to stay out playing hide-and-seek, kick-the-can, or if we had enough, a good capture-the-flag. We just had to be respectful of peoples property for the most part, and not set off any alarms (it happened a couple of times). It was a Friday night when I made my first adventure down to the park. I wore a pair of soccer shorts that I usually wore, boxers underwear (this was a little before I started wearing thongs), t-shirt, and my slide on sandals. I've never been one for wearing shoes. I usually only wore them for school and when situations required them. Otherwise, 90% of the time I was in my sandals. My heart was thumping a little bit at the anticipation of what I was doing and what might happen. I wasn't a virgin at sex, but till that point my sexual partners had been other boys around my age, my friend who was 17, and one older boy who was in college who was 23. But I rode my bike to the park, locked it to the bike rack that was in the parking lot, and set off to find the restroom. It wasn't that hard to find. The park was actually an athletic park that had baseball and soccer fields, a running track, and about a dozen or so picnic tables with little grills so you could have an outdoor meal. It was about 9:30pm when I got there, so it was plenty dark already and you could just make out the walking trails by the light of the moon and the few street lights that got their light that far. Ian, my friend who told me about the place, said it was the back restroom near the picnic areas was where I wanted to go. He said that he would usually sit on one of the tables and watch who went into the restroom. If he was interested in the guy, he would follow them in a few minutes later and go to one of the two back stalls that had a "glory hole" between them. Or on days that he was more adventurous, he would go in when nobody was there, go to the very back stall, and wait for guys to come into the stall beside him. I was horny enough that night that I didn't want to wait around, so I went into the restroom, found it was empty, went to the very back stall, got in and locked it, and came face to face with a glory-hole for the first time. I pulled my shorts and boxers down to my ankles like Ian said to do (I usually only pushed them down to my knees), sat down on the toilet, and waited. I kept myself hard thinking about Ian or other boys until about ten minutes later when I heard the door open and someone go into the stall next to me. I was peeking though the hole a bit and I saw the guy take his jeans and underwear down and could see his cock on the other side. He noticed that I must have been kinda young because I heard him say "you look young to be here, aren't you?" I just replied, "does it matter?" He replied, "put your dick through and let me suck it, and we'll find out." So I stood up, did as he said, and found that my dick and balls all went into the hole. Then I felt the guy gently take my balls in his hand and felt his mouth drop over my cock. My knees were shaking, my chest was right up against the wall, and I had nothing to hold on to. I felt the guy start going up and down on my cock which made my knees rattle even more. I felt him roll my balls around in his hand which just felt amazing. It went on like this for only a couple of minutes before he let go of my balls and took my dick out of his mouth. I heard him pulling up his pants and doing his buckle. When I sat down again I heard him say "good luck kid", and leave the stall and the restroom. It was maddening for me because I was just a few minutes away from cumming and it was the first time I was with a guy that didn't get me completely off. It was about another 15 minutes before another guy came into the restroom and went to the stall beside me. With this guy there was no introduction, or comments about my age. He took his pants and underwear down, I saw him stroke his cock a bit, saw him peek through the hole at me for a bit, and then he stood up and put his cock through the hole. From the first guy there, I knew putting his dick through the hole meant that he wanted me to suck his cock. I was hopeful that he couldn't tell I was a bit nervous, at the same time overly excited, about sucking this guys cock. I knelled down in front of his cock, looking amazed at how big it was. I thought my 23yo friends cock was big, and this guys looked even bigger. But I took hold of it with one hand, took in a breath, and put my mouth over his cock. There was no way I was going to be able to go very deep on him, so I just sucked in as much as I could and went up and down on him as best I could. Every 30 seconds or so I'd have to come off his cock so I could catch my breath and then went back down on him. I'd been sucking him off for about five minutes when I heard him say, "let me get a taste of yours now." My jaw had been starting to get a bit sore so I was happy for the reprieve. I stood up, put my own dick through the hole, heard him kneel down and say, "damn." Next thing I knew, I had that warm, wet mouth feeling around my cock again. Up and down, and knees a shaking! lol. Again, I was about half way to cumming when he stopped. I thought he was going to leave to, but instead I heard him say, "I'll give you $20 if I can suck you off proper outside." Before I even had time to think about what he had said, I was saying, "yes". Then he told me to meet him near the far picnic table. He pulled his stuff up and left. Now my heart was really thumping. Ian hadn't said anything about being sucked off IN the park, but by now I was so horny having been taken nearly to climax twice, and then stopped. I pulled up and sat there for a minute or two thinking about it. Yea, bad and good thoughts were going through my head. I could leave, and run like mad toward my bike, or if he really was waiting could go see what would happen. So I figured if he really was waiting by the tables, I go there. Sure enough, when I left the restroom I could see him in shadow over by the far picnic table. I thought about running for my bike one more time, but my cock led me over to the tables. When I got close enough to him I heard him say, "Damn, you are young. How old are you?' He just said "damn" again when I told him I was 13. He led me a little ways away from the tables to where there were a couple of trees. He told me to lean against the tree, and when I did he knelled down in front of me. He was a pretty good looking guy too. I had heard stories about men who made out with boys were fat, sweaty, old men, who were dirty and disgusting. Part of my little adventure was to see if that was really true, which I didn't believe since Ian said he had made out with quite a few hot looking guys. And this guy looked like any other decent guy I knew. He was probably in his 40s I would have guessed, had short styled hair, a close shaved beard and mustache, and looked like he could have been any one of my friends dads. He took a $20 bill out of his wallet and told me to hang onto that, "while I hang onto this," he said as he pulled my shorts and boxers down and wrapped his hand around my cock. When he got to sucking my cock again, my knees starting shaking as bad as they did in the restroom. He was able to go all the way down on my cock with his mouth, was pulling on my balls with one hand, while the other was wrapped around me squeezing my ass, and occasionally gliding a finger right to my hole and gently caressing it. OMG the feelings going through me were intense. Every so often he would take his hand off my balls and run it up my shirt and pinch my nipples, and then go back to my balls. He would take his mouth off my cock and suck on my balls, and then go back to my cock again. And his hand on my ass would squeeze a bit and then find my hole again. When I couldn't take it anymore, and he could sense that I was about to cum, he started sucking me even harder, pushing harder on my hole, and pulling on my balls. When it was time, I grabbed his head, mostly so I wouldn't fall over, jammed my cock into his mouth as I felt his finger go deep into my ass, and then I was cumming in his mouth as I heard him make a moaning sound like he was enjoying the taste of my cum. He sucked my cock hard a few more times, pulled his finger out of my ass and gave it a hard squeeze, gave my balls a final squeeze as well, and took his mouth off my cock. He said it was the best blow job he had given in a long time. All I could reply with was "I bet". I pulled up my shorts and underwear and my knees were knocking so hard I was wondering how I was going to ride home. He asked me if I'd want to make it a regular thing of trading blow jobs. I was going to say that I'd think about it when he added that "$20 isn't nearly enough for sucking on that beautiful thing. I'll make it $50 next time." I thought it was great that he gave me $20 for this time, there was no way I was turning down $50 for an experience like that. So we made an arrangement to meet up again the following Tuesday. He said that he knew of a few areas close by too that would give a bit more privacy. I was quite interested to find out what those places were. We got ourselves together and he left first, and to make sure that nobody saw us leave together, I left about five minutes later. While I was sitting there in the shadows, I saw three other guys go in and out of the restroom. By the time that I got home I was so horny thinking about what just happened, and about the upcoming Tuesday that I threw myself naked on my bed, jacked my cock off probably as hard as I had ever done, and came again all over my chest. I wiped myself off with one of my towels and then went to bed. I was one happy horny boy!