Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2011 06:35:53 -0700 (PDT) From: Micheal Miguel Subject: My Little Hustler Part 1 DISCLAIMER AND COPYRIGHT: Do not take any part or whole of this story without the author's permission. This is a work where I have mixed fiction with a story told to me on IRC so you, the reader, can decide for yourself if it is true or not. As for me, nothing in this story is true to my knowledge and for legal reasons that is my claim. No one under the age of 18 should read this story. WARNING. Due to the depiction of graphic sex and adult situations which may be illegal where you reside and are reading this story, I urge you to check with your local laws. This story involves sex between males of all ages, legal-age and minors. Please, contact the author with comments. No flames, please. I will ignore them. Thanks to the readers of my other stories for their patience. My email address is: finfangfoom1964@yahoo.com My Little Hustler - Part 1 The name's Carl and this is my story. I was driving along on the freeway feeling really superhorny on a warm summer Saturday night a little before midnight. It was a damn mean horniness that had been making my hairy balls ache badly all fucking day. Most of my afternoon and evening that day had been spent helping a buddy from work move into his new place after having a real messy divorce. Having just experienced one of those myself a couple of years before, I sympathized and I couldn't say no when the poor guy asked me during the week while on our lunch break to give him a hand. I did it more because I knew what it was like getting kicked to the curb when you're down and not because I liked the guy. To be honest, I really didn't like anyone. I'm a real prick and I like it. Probably, it's the reason I had lost my wife and my job two years back after my little tendency for some bump-and-grind with a sexy office assistant named Cynthia came to light resulting in a financially crippling sexual harassment suit which blew it all up in my face. Thinking back on it, I can't tell who got fucked over more: her or me. My vote would have been me. As I drove with my cock throbbing to see some serious action, I thought about how my life sucked so bad after it all came crashing down two years ago. Here I was a 51-year old man recently divorced after an almost insufferable 30-year marriage to a shrew of a wife that had produced 2 daughters who both hated me and said so when they could and often did. From what I hear from them, I was a pretty bad dad who never seemed to care and who spent most of my time working thus scarring them emotionally forever. I don't recall them saying that when I was buying them all kinds of shit that they kept pestering me for whenever they got the itch for it. With the bills my ex-wife and kids racked up regularly, I had to work constantly. It wasn't a choice really. Like an explosion of bad luck, my old well-paying job had to let me go once my year-long affair with a female subordinate came to light. Also, the settlement for sexual harassment along with the divorce had left me living on the poor side of town in a cheap rental home that saw most of its days filled with ungrateful Section 8 recipients who routinely busted it up as well as lived their miserable lives there. Only my new job as an entry-level forklift operator had kept me from falling into a deep hole of poverty but it isn't what I was used to getting as a warehouse supervisor. Now, that job paid the bills. But, enough about my little pity party. Suffering my middle-age, I saw that I was getting out of shape more and more. Currently, I'm 5'9" and weigh 220 pounds. I used to be fitter and trimmer but every man my age thinks that doesn't he? Having done warehouse work almost all my life, I remained sturdily built but time had given me an obvious paunch and emerging man boobs which reminded me of my old man at the same age. It made me shudder thinking how much I was becoming like my dad. Like his had done till it was all gone, my brown hair was receding but I kept it cut short so not to be so obvious about it thinning. Also, My eyesight that had been excellent throughout my life was beginning to give a little requiring me to wear reading glasses now. In the past 10 years, I had noticed myself getting more hairy all over my body almost to the point that I was reminding myself of freaking Bigfoot when I looked at myself in the mirror. Not caring about my appearance any more, I had taken to shaving only a couple times a week and sometimes not even that after decades of shaving everyday so I looked a bit grungy especially near the weekends. Honestly, it felt good not keeping up the grooming. In all, I looked like any average schmuck you might run into in a trailer park or Walmart. That's what kind of loser I had fallen into becoming. Since getting badly burned by my little fling with the office skank, women had been off my radar for a real long while. Don't get me wrong. I loved women to the point of thinking with my cock and not my head sometimes as you may have guessed by now but it was like I had been eating the same meal for forty years. In a way, it seemed that I was looking for something to break up the bad taste I had in my mouth from my disasterous tryst with buxom Cynthia and, maybe, my wife too. Yes, I admit it was fun boinking Cynthia like in my dreams because she was such a filthy slut but it had become empty at the end. I still got hard at the sight of a woman but I had become gun-shy which made me think twice about approaching a woman again for fear of losing what little I had left. Besides, what good-looking woman would want a loser like me? My problem was that I desired only gorgeous women who glowed with the promise of dirty sex. Considering my current position in life, I was out of luck in finding that type of woman that made my engine roar like a V8 hemi supercharger. Like any normal straight guy, I had my share of women throughout high school and college. Growing up, it was the Swinging 70's and Easy 80's. It seemed like everyone was having wild sex including me so I didn't have any problems finding a horny female classmate willing to let me fuck her silly. One of those sluts was my ex-wife, Ellen, who in her time had been quite good-looking as well as easy to lay which I liked best about her. It was mainly the reason that we got married plus the fact that that her old man had promised me a good job in his warehouse. Sex during marriage started off great but after awhile it started becoming routine and finally, at the end, it had become a chore mainly because my ex-wife had let herself go to hell. Sex with her was almost like sleeping with an old fat man. It got so bad that I was constantly checking out porn sites as I sat in my study on the pretense of working on bills and catching up on paperwork from my job. This helped keep the fire in me burning so I could go upstairs and perform my husbandly duties. Truthfully, I don't think my wife. Ellen, cared if I came to bed or not. Our so-called marriage had chilled to the point of beyond frosty when the girls had left for college. Was it any wonder that I had taken refuge in porn to meet all my needs? During many long late nights, I would sit there going through adult websites till my eyes hurt. At first, I started with straight websites with all those sexy women that made me wish I could fuck them right then and there like I did when I was a young man. It helped to remind me that I was still a man when my 7.5 inch cock rose to full hardness. I felt fucking alive and good. Looking back, I think the internet porn helped me justify my having an affair with Cynthia and her big boobs that bounced so nicely when fucked her madly but I know that the real fault mainly rests with me. Over time, I started going to the gay sites just out of boredom and curiousity. The buffed out men with unbelievable muscles didn't do anything for me but those young guys were a different story. As my dependence on pornographic websites grew, the hot smoothness of the naked teen boys had caught my eye and reminded me of young girls in a way or, at least, I think it did. At the time, I didn't want to think I was interested in someone of the same sex because it challenged my masculinity and I was really sure I was straight. There would be weeks where I would resist the temptation of seeing those slim teen guys sucking and fucking each other but, in the end, I would give in and return to those sites and look at them and jerk off to them leaving me feeling guilty afterwards. Each time, I vowed that I would never to go back. Yet, the seed had been planted inside my sexual desires and, during my exile as a divorced man, it slowly bloomed while I kept away from women of all kinds due to the wounds to my ego and pride. After my divorce, I would spend nights alone feeling bitter and hurt at all that I had lost. Inside me, the damn anger was white hot and I could not get it out of my thoughts unless I had sexual fantasies which seemed to be the only thing that could takes it place in my heart and mind. Because I was so fucking angry at all the women in my life, my jerk-off fantasies had started including young men commonly referred to as twinks. Many times, I would cum hard on my thrift store bed imagining myself with a smooth twink who didn't seem a threat to me but who was someone I could relate to because we were guys. Somehow it comforted me and I found that the guilt had gone away. In a way it was almost soothing and helped me to sleep on those long and lonely nights. Yeah, I know it was just me stroking my dick but it helped keep me from losing my mind when things were kinda rough. Give a poor guy a break, ok? So over the past 6 months, I had come to a decision that you could say was partly made by my head and partly made by my cock. It was the reason why I turned off the freeway that night with my heart beating rapidly and my throat so dry. I had decided that I would get me some action with a twink just to satisfy this immense curiousity that was haunting me night and day feeding my voracious horniness. After all, I was 51 years old and my time was running out. Thank goodness that there were teen boys willing to mess around with guys like me in exchange for cash. I wasn't too proud to pay for it. Look at what my last good fuck had cost me. So, I saved my money up along with the nerve to try it. It all came together that night I went off the highway towards whatever I would find off that exit. I was so fucking nervous as I drove off the freeway towards an all-night greasy spoon called GRANNY'S. It was a name that had been carved into the filthy wall along with many other dirty things in a bathroom stall tucked inside a questionable Chinese place that I had stopped in a couple months back for a quick bite and to relieve myself. Besides the memory of the slight food poisoning from the lousy food, the name on the stall wall had stuck in my mind like an itch that I couldn't scratch which was slowly driving me crazy. As I had taken a much-needed piss feeling good at the relief it was giving me, I had looked over the various scribblings amusing myself with their vularity like a junior high boy and I saw a fresh-looking scribble that promised twink action for cash. That's when my little plan to explore the forbidden side of life started to come together as the name remained burning in my head: GRANNY'S. I know what you're thinking. I must be your typical pervert hunting for young boys with drool running down my chin as I wickedly plotted my sordid acts of sexual deviancy upon pure little boys. You would be wrong because I'd never done anything with a minor before nor had ever imagined it while married. Sure, I jerked around with some buddies back in middle school but that was the extent of my gay experiences up to this at this point. Perhaps, my looking at twink porn had brought back some repressed feelings I couldn't face. In my opinion, who the fuck cares as to why it had led up to this because it just did. As I drove into the parking lot of GRANNY'S, I noticed there were like 8 or 9 cars parked sporadically thoughout. Most of the cars had parked up close to the unsanitary looking diner where an outdoor eating area was located. Inside this area with concrete benches and tables, stood a group of 3 teen boys who were obviously looking towards the far side of the parking lot which had a lone car much newer and way fancier than mine parked half in the shadow by a brick wall. It didn't take me long to figure out that the lone driver of this faraway car didn't want his identity being known by anyone and the only way to see him would be to walk up to the car and peer in. Without really being surprised, I could make out the outline of a slim figure standing outside this same car bent over slightly speaking to the driver hidden in the shadows through the open passenger window. From the distance I was, the only thing I could tell was that the long slim figure was a boy in his mid-teens. Seeing that, I knew that the scribble had not been a wild goose chase. GRANNY'S was, indeed, the place to find twink action for a price. Obviously, the teen boy was in negotiations for his "special" brand of services with the unknown driver. Not being one who had ever needed a prostitute before and not a total idiot to the ways of street whoring, I figured that the few adults milling around trying to get something to eat this late at night were oblivious or uncaring to the fact that runaway boys were selling themselves in front of their very eyes. However, I was sure that one of these men inside the seedy eatery must be the pimp for these boys and he was watching anyone who approached his "workers" just to make sure his money kept rolling in. It was a business after all. It's what I would be doing. Putting it all together like I was one of those detectives on television, I figured that the actual customers for GRANNY'S parked up close while those looking for other treats not on the menu parked in the shadows like the lone car with its back towards where the pimp could write it's license plate number down as a little safeguard that his young friend wouldn't be mistreated. It was a smart way to insure that a customer doesn't get rowdy or cheap and stiffs the poor kid after all the fun had been done. Knowing a little bit about service, I could understand that since the goal was for everyone to get what they wanted. This just made sure it stayed that way. Yet, it made me hesitate that I might be blackmailed if the pimp took my license plate down when I parked on the far side of the parking lot giving away my intent to to buy some sweet boy favors but then I laughed that when I remembered that I had nothing of value to take. So, I decided to go through with my plan which made my cock throb because it was ready to burst from not having seen some hand action all week. Acting as if I was looking for a parking space, I circled slowly through the parking lot near the bulk of the vehicles and I could feel the gaze of the 3 young boys standing there as a group staring at me curiously. Everyone else, all adults, didn't seem to care but I knew the pimp must be noticing my apparoach while keeping an eye on his young employee who was now climbing into the passenger seat of the lone car on the far side of the parking lot. It seems their negotiations had been successful. Another happy customer at GRANNY'S if I had to guess. The 3 boys awaiting an offer turned towards me as if giving me a better look at them when I crawled past them in my car. They seemed unsure of my intent so it seemed that they were trying to determine if I was buying greasy hamburgers or boy flesh that night. Like their female counterparts, they hung together in groups for safety and struck poses they thought might draw the client in. After all, they did sell fantasies as filthy as they were. As I continued my little dive into this pool of boyhustling, I found myself getting more and more comfortable and it felt really good. I felt like I had left my old self behind and I was becoming a new man. The motley group of 3 young boys trying to look both innocent and provocative at the same time were all dressed the same which was typical scruffy runaway style. Each wore either a rumpled tee shirt or a oversized tanktop but all had baggy jeans that sagged along with badly scuffed sneakers. They could have come out of any Hollywood movie about runaways since the 80s. They were a diverse crew of boys one would have found relaxing around any middle school or mall. Looking innocent was just their cover as they sold perverse streetlove to any man who was willing to pay like I wanted to do. The tallest boy looked to be about 15. He appeared to be Hispanic which I really liked but he had a lean face with an expression that made him look depressed and sadness was something I didn't feel in the mood for. His body build was slim and I took it to mean that he must have been the veteran of the group. Hanging on the streets as a runaway usually left you underweight by about 10 pounds. Eating shitty convenience story goodies and cum usually did that to you. This kid was 5'7" and looked to be about 110 at most. His tee shirt was light blue but you could make out his slim torso which was lean and sinewy. His hair was cut so short it was almost shaved but I could see it was black under the parking lot lights and his eyes were dark so I took it that they must be a deep brown. From the way he was always talking to the other two younger looking boys, he seemed to be the field leader of their gang of hustlers because the other 2 boys were just watching me and nodding occasionally as if being instructed in something by this tall boy. My guess was that the medium-sized boy was about 14 at most but could be 13. Unlike the older boy, he appeared to be white of Italian descent. He kept his eyes on me the most out of the 3 as I drove by and I told myself that he was probably being instructed by the older boy to be the one to make the sale if I stopped. His hair was dark brown or black and kinda curly. He had a slightly chubby build with an oval face that was plain and really didn't excite me in any way. My guess was his height was 5'3" with a weight of 115 pounds. He wore a baggy light yellow tee shirt with sleeves but I could bet he had a stocky body underneath. The bagginess helped given illusion that he was slimmer than he really was I thought. His face was regular with eyes more expressive than his older friend. I got the feeling by looking at him that he could be pushy but that was just my impression. The third and smallest boy was much more interesting to me though I wished he had been older by a year or two. If I had to say, I would estimate his age was 13 though he could easily have been 12. He was a white boy with straight cut medium length strawcolored hair that hung over his eyebrows almost into his eyes and past his ears. I figured him to be of German descent maybe Nordic. From my distance, I thought his eyes to be a soft brown which would look at me as if expecting something like a signal then moved around the parking lot as if expecting someone else before returning back to me. It seemed to me that he was the most nervous out of the 3 boywhores so I figured that he must be the new guy. He was slim of build and he wore a loose fitting black tanktop which made him look really skinny because his creamy soft skin was highlighted by the dark color of his shirt. His height must have been 5 feet and 90 pounds at best. To me, his face was really boyish with a hint of girlishness around his lips which were full and pouty. I could just imagine what a sexy young man he would be in a few years if he ever found himself off the streets. But, I knew what happened to kids like these so I drove the thought from my mind and concentrated on the task at hand mainly because my hard cock was madly throbbing to meet one of these willing young teen boys. Knowing it was time to pull the trigger on this little adventure of mine, I drove my crappy car around to the far side of the parking lot where the lone car was beginning to pull out to find a dark private spot somewhere else to perform their exchange. Unusually calm, I parked in a space closer to the street which had better lighting but still kept me partly shrouded in shadow making me feel safer though I knew it was just an illusion. Looking in the rearview mirror as the car engine chortled to a stop, I saw that the 2 younger boys had left their tall older buddy behind to watch for trouble from his perch and they had begun heading over to me where I was parked. Seeing 2 of them coming over told me that I must not have been clear on who I was wanting from their little group so the leader sent his both of 2 buddies just in case. Knowing the drill, I leaned over the passenger seat and rolled down the window completely. Honestly, I felt myself becoming more and more excited as I watched them walk briskly towards me and I thought to myself that it was almost like when I was a kid in Little League and I was coming up to bat in a big game. The excitment was exhilerating because I felt like I was about to enter a whole new world that I had heard about but never that dreamed I would ever see. "Hey...Wassup, mister?" said the slightly chubby boy as he put his bare left arm on the roof of my car and bent down slightly to look me over through the open passenger window, "Ya got a light on you?" Standing a few steps back but looking into my car with an expression you usually see on a kid checking out a monkey at the zoo, the slim blond kid was standing with his hands on his side playing nervously with the bottom trim of his long black tanktop which looked pretty new. It looked like his pimp had bought him some new clothes so to sell the fantasy that this boy was just the regular kid from next door who incidentally liked messing around with older guys and not some poor homeless castoff who had to sell his ass so not to starve. Who needs a guilt trip when looking for sex I thought. "You're lucky, kid," I said calmly while not looking too interested because I wasn't easily rattled being approached out of the blue by two innocent-looking kids on a late night even when I suspected that they were really teen hookers looking to score a horny john, "I got a lighter right here. Hold on, okay." Both boys watched me intently as I pushed in the car-lighter so it could heat up. While keeping a poker-face, I knew both boys were studying me so they could figure out if I was a vice cop or not. Every hooker in the world knew that any customer at the start could be an undercover policeman so these kid hustlers had to be real careful on how they approached me. Asking for a light for their smoking habit whether real or not was just an excuse to get close enough to scope me out and see if I was legit in their eyes. From their actions, I could tell that they had decided that I wasn't a threat to their little business and they were ready to begin our little dance to see what kind of fun I was looking for on this warm summer night. As the lighter took a few seconds to heat up, I saw that the chubby boy had made the first move and he had slipped his free right hand halfway down the front waistband of his jeans but outside his boxers. From the motions he was making, it looked like he was rubbing himself while being obvious about it which I took as his way of signaling me that he was open for sex if I wanted it. I intently watched him do this till the car lighter popped out telling me that it was ready to be used. When I handed it to the chubby boy, he licked his lower lip seductively with a naughty smile that told me he had been doing this quite often. Looking at him trying not to look too interested, I saw that he had a nice full face but a couple of pimples which didn't really put me off since I expected some. In a way, I liked it because it made him look real like any boy walking down the street who I normally ignored. Reaching over towards him, I gave him a friendly nod when he took the lighter from my hand with the hand that had been down his pants. With his happy brown eyes on me and a slight tilt of his curly-haired head all which I found to be sexy, he lit up a cigarette he had fished from his backpocket before returning it to me with his naughty smile never having left his face. I was taken by how smooth and seductive he was though he was the more plain of the 2 young teens standing by my car. Meanwhile as the chubby boy took a long slow drag of his smoke, the skinny blond boy had not been idle. When I looked over to see what the little guy was like now that he was up closer to me, the young kid had lifted up his black shirt as if wiping his chin though doing it far too long to be an innocent gesture so I guessed it was an act on his part. It seemed he had been coached quite well in some tactics to help him make a sale of what was his only resource which was himself. Not wasting an opportunity, I could see his smooth silky soft skin draped over a lithe torso with the cutest dime-sized nipples. It was a good show I thought. In reality, I knew he was just letting me take a long good look at his slim body so I could decide if I wanted to spend some time with him for some fun you would most likely find in a whorehouse. Perhaps, he was trying to get me to choose him or have me take him along with his chubby friend if I chose him. Having the both of them was tempting but I really doubted that I could afford them as a pair. However, the thought of boinking both boys had appealed to me and only made my dick pulse more fiercely with anger that it wasn't sliding inside one of these sweet young things right now. Whatever it was and for whatever reason, I found that the slim blond boy was the kid I was most interested in. His little spell had worked and I gave him a smile when he noticed that I was staring at his bare chest. "Thanks for the light, mister," said the chubby boy as he bent back down to smile at me trying to look and sound as innocent as possible though we both knew better, "I really needed a smoke. Ummmmm......it's kinda boring, tonight,......isn't it?" My gaze stayed on the blond boy who had dropped his shirt as he stepped up closer to my car when his older friend began speaking to me again. For a second, I said nothing as I watched the blond haired boy's gaze go from me to his friend then back to me again. As I looked at the chubby boy again, I noticed that the blond boy had gotten a coy expression as if he was realizing that I was wanting him for my fun tonight. Even in the half-light from a streetlamp, I could tell that the blond boy was blushing which only made him more attractive to me. Yup, I decided that I wanted him for tonight's little expedition into the forbidden zone. "Yeah...It sure is, kid," I answered trying to look a little bored while keeping my tone friendly so I could begin negotiations for the younger boy hooker, "It gets Kinda long and lonely too...you know?" Before I took my eyes off the blond kid, I noticed that he had stepped up closer so that he was noow pressed up against my car door on the passenger side right next to his chubby friend. The older boy had turned off his cigarette and leaned himself in through the open window so his head and shoulders were inside my car. Up close, I could see that he looked like any kid you would see in school or in a store. I don't know if he was well practiced or not but his friendly smile looked so natural but he spoke with a natural comfort as if selling himself or his buddy to a man for sex was the same as selling me a raffle ticket for some school sports team. It impressed me how smooth the chubby kid was and almost made me think he might be fun in bed. It was tempting but I remained firm in having the blond boy beside him for my first time with a kid. "Yeah....I kinda know what you mean, mister. Me and my buddies have just been hanging around here all night, "said the chubby boy leaning into my car with that damn cute smile of his and sexy movement of his head as he spoke sympathizing with my situation in such a way that I was almost believing him, "Hey...If you want....one of us could...or the both of us if you like us to...you know...give you some company." I sat thinking for a moment but I knew both boys were waiting with great anticipation as to what I would say next. The chubby kid was quite a natural flirt despite him not having been blessed with the looks of his younger buddy. His innocent act was really good so much that I felt a twinge of guilt in soliciting them but it disappeared pretty fast. My desire to fuck one of these boys was too strong to feel remorse now. I could see why the tall kid at the eating area had sent him to handle the terms of the sale. He was really good at talking. "well.....I would really like that, kid," I answered taking my time as if thinking about their offer over though, truthfully, they must have known I was playing their innocent game as well, "If it ain't no trouble for the both of you boys. But, what kinda of stuff would we do to....you know....keep ourselves busy?" As I said this, I started to slide my left hand up and down the crotch of my jeans which was obviously bulging. Watching the chubby boy's gaze, I could tell that he was watching my signal as to what type of "stuff" I was hinting at so to keep us busy for at least a little while. A little smirk crossed his lips and his eyes narrowed while he nodded in recognition as to my intent for being there with them in the shadowy parking lot of GRANNY'S. He knew what I wanted and he wanted to give it to me. "Well...we can do any stuff you like, mister," the chubby boy said cheerfully with a cute tilt of his head that I liked so much because it made him look so playful and innocent and alive, "Me and him do can do all the things you like....doing, mister. Except, not anything rough or...ummmm, really weird. But, like anything, anything else you want, okay?" "Hmmm...that sounds like a real tempting offer, kid,...if I'm catching what I think you're saying to me," I said looking at the chubby kid who was biting on his lower lip in a way I found appealing because it showed me that this master salesman was just a regular kid afterall, "Okay...I'm open to it. Yeah....I think we could have us some fun for a little while. But...I think we both know what's in it for me....but, what's in it for you if you jump in the car?" The chubby boy got a look on his face like he was going to tell me something he didn't want to but it was necessary just like any good car salesman does when he hits you with the bad news of what a car costs. So, I braced myself for the steep prices about to hit me. "Well...It ain't that much, mister," reponded the chubby boy in an understanding and friendly tone seemingly so to buffer me from the sticker shock of his pimp's prices, "A half hour is $200 for one of us or $350 for the both of us. An hour for one is $300 but for the both of us its just $550. See...it's not so bad. You kinda get a break if you want more time or more than one, okay? Think of all kinds of fun you can have for that. Most times, we ask for more but we like you. What do you think, mister? So...do we got a deal?" Looking away from both boys, I drew a deep breath as I pondered what I could get for my $500 that was what I had saved up to pay for my little romp in the teen hustler underworld. I only wanted one boy but the thought of two was tempting. I could feel my stiff cock trying to sway me to blow all my cash on one large splurge of boyfucking and these 2 street boys were to be my targets. "Yeah...it sounds good, I guess," I said finally looking at the chubby boy who had an expectant look on his face along with his salesman grin, "But, I can't afford the both of you right now. So...I guess it's got to be just one of you boys for tonight." "Oooooh...Okay, okay....that's cool, mister," answered the chubby boy still sounding helpful yet keeping his gaze on me though he had lost his smile which made him look really plain and ordinary, "So...Who're you going to pick? Me or him?" I believe that the chubby boy thought I was going to choose him but when I nodded towards the blond boy next to him for a second he looked a little surprised. But, he took it much better than I expected. He pulled himself back out of my car with a shrug and an attitude as if he didn't really care if he hadn't been choosen which I truly believe he didn't. After all, I told myself that there was plenty of their kind of work to go around. I'm sure he would be making his little sales pitch to some other guy in a few minutes after I left with his little blond buddy. He had lots of night left to suck cock and to be fucked as a way to earn his living. "Get in the car, kid, " I said to the blond kid who still had not said anything but was still looking nervous as if he were walking into the dentist's office, "I think my hour starts once we leave so I want to make the most of it, okay?" Obediently, the blond boy opened the passenger door of my car and got into the passenger seat without saying a word. The chubby kid who was all business now did a knuckle bump with his young friend as if saying "good luck" and he looked at me and gave me a quick nod of his head as a way to say goody-bye with no hard feelings. I saw him turn and leave without another word as he headed back to where his older buddy was at and who had been keeping an eye on us the whole time. Most likely, the chubby boy was going to report in to his pimp on our dealings just in case I ever came back for more. It didn't matter to me though because I had the merchandise that I was looking for sitting right next to me. Starting up the car, I looked over to see what my little prize was doing. The skinny kid had put on his seatbelt like any good kid would and he sat with his little hands folded between his skinny legs while looking down yet I could see that he had his head tilted slightly in my direction so he could keep an eye on me. Not knowing if I was a real weirdo, I could understand the little guy keeping an eye on me and it would not have surprised me if his seatbelt was not clicked close making it easy for him to bolt the car if he needed to. Also, I noticed that the blond boy was sitting there patiently as if he were resigned to doing what he had to do to survive on the streets. I am the first to admit that I am no expert about kids and I had little to do with my own 2 daughters as they grew up along with their stupid little friends who were all snotty brats. To me, having a kid around was like having an alien around. I had nothing to say to them and I didn't pretend to understand them. In a way, I was nervous more by having to deal with this kid on personal level than doing the dirty deed to him. I may have a big head about it but I'm pretty good in the sack and this skinny kid was going to find out how good. Yet, here with me and him alone there was a silent tension that was uncomfortable and I hated that feeling. Yeah, I know some guys got the gift of gab and they can relate to a kid seducing them with their golden tongue but that wasn't me. I'm a pretty gruff and direct kind of guy. So far, the little kid looked like the quiet type as well which was good because I wasn't looking for a relationship with him or a deep conversation for that matter. All I wanted was a good hard fuck and he had been picked to give that to me. After all, he did charge a a good amount so it definitely wasn't charity work on the kid's part. Leaving the parking lot, my mind raced as to where we should go. Not sure of where to go, I turned to the right and I decided to go till I found a dark alley in which we could complete out little agreement in the back seat. I wasn't in the mood to pay for a cheap motel room. Knowing I was on the clock, I hoped an alley was really close by. Driving away from GRANNY'S, I figured the silence had gone on long enough so I cleared my throat which made the little hustler jump slightly. "so...how old are you, kid?" I asked in a low tone. "Almost 13," answered the blond boy in a soft voice that was still a little girly telling me the kid had yet to reach puberty. "Okay...that makes you 12 then, huh" I responded as I scanned the streets for a strip mall. "Yeah," said the kid in the same low tone looking out the window as if memorizing where we were going which I figured he must have been doing since I would be doing the same if I had been in his shoes. "Uhhhhh...you been doing this...well, I mean getting picked up by men for long?" I asked being curious as to how much experience this kid had in getting picked up by strange men for their perverse needs. "No...Uh, not really," answered the blond kid who had turned to look at me as I spotted a dark alley behind a strip mall that looked promising. "Okay," I responded because I felt that the kid wasn't really into striking up a conversation when he was about to get his little ass plowed and his mouth stuffed with dick, "So...been on the streets awhile?" The kid took a moment to answer because it seemed I had struck a bad memory by asking about how he had found himself peddling his body at GRANNY'S. "About...about a month," answered the blond kid but with a little more emotion in his high voice and I saw him turn away which told me he was on the verge of tearing up but was trying to hide it from me, "I..I think about that long since....since I got here." I didn't like the kid doing that. I doubt many other johns enjoyed it too which may be why the poor kid turned away so not to be seen almost crying. It really wrecks the mood. For a few seconds, I felt bad at what I was doing in wanting to fuck this little kid. This surprised me alot because I thought I was a pretty heartless guy and really selfish. I didn't fool myself into thinking otherwise. I accepted it. If he had been a regular kid who was safe at home away from this dirty street life, I would have stopped and let the skinny kid go. However, I knew he wasn't any normal kid but a homeless streetkid who had done this before. If it wasn't me right here and now then it would probably be some more perverted guy later on tonight or tomorrow or the day after. I was no better or no worse then the guy who first did him which I suspected was his pimp. This made me feel better as I pulled behind the shabby strip mall where the darkness made me feel safe from prying eyes. Happily, my throbbing erection was making me forget all about the guilt like it had never been there which made me feel good once more. Thank God for horniness I muttered to myself. It was time to take care of my needs. "Alright, kid," I said as I drove slowly to a stop next to a beaten-up trash bin taking care to park in the darkest part of the alley while looking around to make sure it had no one around that might be feeling snoopy about a car being where it shouldn't be, "Get into the back seat and wait for me." "Ummm...Okay," answered the little kid in a more normal tone as he undid his seatbelt and he climbed over the back of the passenger seat into the more roomy backseat. As he climbed over his seat like a little monkey, I could see he had a nice little round bottom and I told myself that I had picked myself a real nice one for my first time. It made me understand how some guys liked little boys with their sexy moves and bodies. I was beginning to see that I liked young boys and I cursed myself for having been blind to it for so long. With this new perspective on my wants, I got out of my car and I climbed into the backseat where the little kid was waiting for me on the far side with a calm yet wary look that made it easier for me because I think I would be feeling really guilty if he had a scared expression on him. For a moment or two, we both sat there looking around to make sure no one was going to come upon us having sex. As we did so, I could feel the powerful excitement that I had felt earlier and it reminded me of my very first time when I fucked a girl when I was 14. It felt that special and I was a guy who never felt anything was special. Over on his side, the blond kid must have gathered up his nerve because he sidled over next to me. He settled so he was sitting really close to me making it appear like we were father and son enjoying a quiet seat together in the dark. I looked down at him and he looked up at me for a moment before he went back looking down at the front of my pants. Intently, I watched as his both hands went to the crotch of my jeans and his delicate fingers danced on the bulging denim. He was nimble as he undid the button of my jeans and slowly unzipped them causing the white of my briefs to pop out pushed up by my hard manmeat wanting to get out. "Whoooa...it's really big, mister" exclaimed the skinny kid as he looked up at me and I could see that he was gazing up at me with the most soulful brown eyes I had ever seen like those of a cute puppy, "Want me to suck it?" "Yeah," I said in a soft growl as my throat was dry from arousal, "Do that, kid. Suck my cock. Show me how you do it." "Okay," responded the blond boy as he began tugging on my jeans in an attempt to lower them so my hard cock could be free from my underwear, "Ummm...get up a little....okay? I gotta take your pants down...some." I lifted up slightly from where I sat and it did the trick by allowing the little kid to slide my jeans and briefs off my hips part way down my hairy thighs. Once freed from my clothes, my thick cock pointed up out from my thick bush of pubes like a 7.5 inch rocket waiting to be fired into space. Naked at the hips and feeling good, I sat back down and my little hustler started earning his pay. From the way the little kid started handling my fat dick, I knew he had done this more than a dozen times but I didn't care because he was here with me right now. The fact that he had sucked dozens of men before me made it dirtier and I liked that. I smiled as I felt him begin to lower his head downward so that his soft-looking lips hovered over my cocktip. The warm breath of this little boy on the precum oozing tip of my hairy dick felt so good that I could feel my heart racing with the intense desire it caused. I had gotten blownjobs from many women over my fifty years so I knew what getting sucked felt like but this was different. This was a 12 year old boy giving me head. Naturally, I had to watch as the blond kid took the tip of my cock into his mouth and began to suck on it softly making me feel really glad I had picked him up. Out of habit, I put my right hand on the back of his head and I could feel his strawcolored hair between my thick fingers. It was soft almost like silk. Extending out, my hairy belly rubbed against the left side of his head as he licked the swollen cocktip with an ease and comofort that I wouldn't have expected from any kid. Normal boys would have recoiled with disgust if they had been asked to suck the cock of a middle-aged man but not this young kid. I enjoyed seeing his blond head down near my crotch with his tight warm mouth on my hard manmeat. I couldn't remember when I had last noticed such a thing during sex. Slowly, the young hooker sucked on my stiff cock with his small right hand holding the thick base so my hard mantool would be still as the little kid bobbed his head up and down in a slow rhythm making my cockshaft slide between those sweet lips of his. I could feel his wet tongue running right under the ridge of my cocktip driving me wilder and wilder with each lick. Working it slowly and carefully, I noticed that my little cocksucker could handle only 5 inches of my 7.5 inch dick. In my fantasies, I dreamed of deep-throating a kid like him but I was old enough to know in real life this had to do especially with a little kid of his size and me being a grown man. To make up for it, the blond boy had wrapped a couple of his fingers and his thumb around the base of my thick hairy cock and he was jerking me off at the same time. I could hear myself groaning from the pure pleasure of this hot young mouth sucking on my manhood and I could feel my big balls ready to burst after several minutes. As if noticing my moans of pleasure, my new little buddy started sucking harder and his bobbing increased in speed. It was so hot to see this skinny kid sucking my cock in the back of my car and doing an excellent job of it. I don't know if it was my intense horniness or my not having had real sex in over 2 years but this blowjob was fucking awesome! "Yeah....suck it baby....Mmmmmm," I said to the blond boy as I put my left hand on the back of his head as well to help guide him though it looked like he was doing his job that any porn star would envy, "Ooooh....yesss.......Fuuuuck....you are soooooo gooood....Mmmmmm!" Hearing me enjoying his wet mouth on my hairy dick, he would speed up the sucking and tighten his grasp on my cockbase sending jolts of pleasure through my cum-filled balls. This went on for 3 or 4 minutes till I could feel myself not able to hold back any longer. By this point I was bouncing up and down along with the skinny boy's head bobbing up and down on my cock. His silky lips were tightly wrapped around my mancock as it slid between his lips milking it like no pussy could. When my sweet little cocksucker sucked hard and pressed his wet tongue on the under side of my cock one too many times, I felt my rockhard dick suddenly spasm wildly as an atomic orgasm exploded in my guts. "Uhhhhh...Uhhhh....Suuuck it!!!" I shouted out loud pushing myself up and pressing the little kid's blond head down so it drove most of my cock into his tight little throat. Surprisingly, my little cocksucking friend did not pull back up or choke as I squirted a thick stream of my mancream deep into his throat. What impressed me most was that he held his head there and sucked on it with great gulps as he swallowed every gooey drop I spurt into his mouth. "Ooooh...yeah!!!!" I groaned out as I felt my hard cock twitch once more and it oozed its last dribble of manjizz into my new little buddy's warm mouth to be swallowed up like a gumdrop. My head was still spinning and I felt so good like I was young and alive. As I sat there enjoying the last embers of my terrific cum, I watched as the blond kid lifted himself up from where he had been sucking on my hairy dick and he wiped his mouth with his black tanktop while looking at me. From his gaze, I could tell he was wondering what he had to do next for his hour of pay. "Man....that was some real good head, kid," I said showing how impressed I was with his cocksucking skills probably learned with many strange men behind alleys like this one we were in, "You did pretty good! Hell....I don't think I ever had a woman who made me cum that hard with their mouth only!" "Uh..thanks, mister," responded the blond boy still picking a couple of my dark pubes from his mouth and flicking them on the floor of the car, "Uh....what next? Wanna fuck me?" "Hell yeah, kid!" I said confidently as I gave him a grin that I think back was more like a leer and might have creeped the little kid out some because I saw him wince even in the weak light of the back alley, "I wanna see if that ass of yours is as good as that sweet-looking mouth of yours. So...tell me. Is it?" The blond boy looked at me and shrugged as if he didn't know because he didn't care or other men hadn't told him what it was like after. I took it as being just modesty and I reached over and tussled his blond hair some which made him smile shyly at me. As our time together went on, I found myself liking the little guy more and more and I couldn't say why. I must be getting old I thought. Why should I care about this kid? "What's your name, kid?" I asked out of curiousity which was strange for me because I never cared what any kid's name was for the reason that I never cared for kids much, "I feel weird calling you just 'kid' all the time." "It's Tyler," said the young boy sitting there obediently looking at me with big brown eyes, "What's yours?" I hesitated a moment because I told myself that I wouldnt get any names or ask anything personal. It was a rule of mine I had decided upon when I planned my little adventure into teenage sex. I did't want to make it personal. Sex with any whore is just business and not friendship or love even if it is a teen boywhore. But, I figured breaking this one wouldn't be so bad. what could it fuck up by telling this little kid my name? "My name's Carl, kid," I answered and I mussed the blond kid's hair in a playfull way once again which was weird because I had never done it to a any other kid before, "Uhhhh...I mean Tyler." Not sure why but Tyler smiled at me a real smile as if he had made a good buddy. Seeing him smile like that, I thought he looked so much more cuter and sexier because it seemed to brighten him up. A playful air seemed to be around him unlike the somber young teen hustler I had picked up 20 minutes earlier. I found that I really liked this young boy sitting in my backseat with me. Was it the fact that me and him had found ourselves as willing partners in sex acts that most decent people in society would say was wrong? Two year before, I would have called all this wrong and immoral but now I was here with this young boy having sexual relations. It's pretty fucking funny where the road of life takes us. "I've got some condoms if you're going to fuck me, Carl," Tyler said with his high voice that sounded like a little girl as he started fishing through his right front pocket, "They gave me a couple for tonight so when I get picked up...kinda like when you picked me then you could...you know, put them on so you dont put your cum in me. I like these cause they got plenty of lube so it dont hurt." "Hey...that's pretty smart, kid," I answered as I bent down and started taking my work boots off so I could pull my jeans and shorts off then I wouldn't get all tangled up when I fucked the kid's tight little boyhole, "Take your clothes off so I can see what you look like naked while I poke you...okay?" "Okay," said Tyler as he pulled out a couple of packets of condoms and tossed them on the car floor so he could pick them up after he was undressed for my upcoming boinking of his tight little bottom. Tyler was quick as he was cute. It wasn't long before the skinny 12-year old boy was naked except for his anklet socks which looked pretty worn. He had slipped out of his long black tanktop rather easily by pulling it up off his slim upper body with a fluid motion and tossing it to the front passenger seat. He kicked off his scruffy sneakers onto the floor. Next, he wiggled out of his baggy jeans which followed the tanktop to the front. Both lay scrunched up and messy in a pile on the front passenger seat. Last of all and the best, I watched him slide his baggy blue boxers off his slim body and it was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. As he stood up and reached over to toss this underwear with the rest of his clothes, I felt my mouth drop because nearly nude Tyler was slim but he was extremely gorgeous with the most creamy skin and the most lusciuous curves outlining every soft muscle that a young boy should have. His little cocklet was only a couple of inches soft with two olive sized balls in their tiny sac all with no hair. It bounced around playfully as he moved about on the backseat. I could not think of anything else in the world that was as sexy and as erotic as my little guy right there with me. Damn, I was so lucky! "Fucking nice, Tyler,....you look really good, kid!" I commented feeling my half hard cock begin to stiffen back to its full size ready to plunge into the pretty naked boy sitting in the backseat with me, "Like...really, really good!" Looking at this good-looking boywhore with blond hair enjoying his sexy body, I put my pants over the back of the passenger seat so I could grab them quickly just in case we were interrupted. I was careful to make sure that my wallet was safe but I heard my cheap cell phone fall out of the pocket onto the floor in front of the seat. It did not matter since I never got any phone calls and I sure wasn't going to be making any while I was busy assfucking this preteen beauty. "Ummm..thanks, Carl," softly answered Tyler looking a little embarrassed but not covering up any of his private area as he sat there obediently which I liked because it told me that he was comfortable with men seeing him naked, "Uhhhh...How do you want to do it?" "Lay back, little buddy," I answered with a smile in my voice as lifted my tee shirt so I could feel the cool night air on my hairy round belly, "I wanna fuck you legs up so I can watch your face as I plow that nice ass of yours." With a nod of acceptance from having done this several times before, the naked boy lay back on his side of the seat and his skinny legs went up in the air. Splaying them apart making it easier for me to get to his boypussy, Tyler put his right leg up so that it rested on the headrest of the driver's seat and his left leg up where his calf was resting along the back of the seat where we both were at. As he got into position to get my thick cock into him, I moved myself up so I was kneeling with my left leg on the car floor holding me up and my right leg folded underneath me on the backseat. Looking up from where he lay, Tyler watched me struggle to get into the right position I wanted to fuck him in. Because I was so bit and heavy, I found it hard to maneuver in the tight space of the backseat of my junky old car. It was a tight fit but we got it after squirming a little. I told myself that I was glad that I had picked the littlest kid out of the three hustlers I had to choose from. There was no way that the other 2 would have fit back here with me because of my heaviness and the size of the backseat. The tall kid would have been too long and there would be all his lanky legs and arms everywhere. The chubby kid would have been too wide and fitting him on my small backseat would have been difficult. However, Tyler was the perfect fit being small and slim. It was just an added bonus to his mindblowing sexiness. As I used my right hand to guide my hard cock down where his puckered little boyhole was waiting for me to pierce it with my manrocket, Tyler fumbled around in the dark for one of the condoms he had put on the car floor near his badly worn sneakers. Finally, he got one and he handed it to me. "Hey..put on a condom. I'm not supposed to let a guy squirt in me cause of all the stuff...you know, AIDS and all that," he said in his soft voice that just added to his cuteness, "Anyways...like I said...its got lube and stuff, okay?" "Alright...Give me it," I told the skinny kid as I took it from his small outstretched hand. Carefully, I opened up the condom packet and it oozed out a clear gel-like liquid that I took to be the lubricant and spermicide. Before it could spill out, Tyler sat up far enough to get some of it on the fingers of his right hand which he used to spread around his pink little boyhole pushing some inside about a half inch with one finger. As my little boywhore lubed up his asshole for my use, I rolled the red condom that he had given me onto my hard cock with an expertise that I had picked up from using them all the time during my younger days. The lube seemed water based but it was slippery so I knew I was going to have no problem sliding my full 7.5 inches of throbbing cock into this cute young boy. "Alrighty....time to earn your cash, kid," I said as I took the long shaft of my hard cock with my right hand and used my left hand to spread his puckered sphincter apart so when I put my cocktip there I could just push myself in, "Get read for the ride of your life!" "Oh..Okay," stammered Tyler as he lay back because he probably knew this is where it might hurt if he didn't get himself to relax his body when my manmeat entered his boypussy, "Don't too push hard...right away...okay?" I nodded but, truthfully, I was putting too much of my attention on how sexy his little ass looked spread out waiting for me to slide my thick erection into it's pink little bullseye. I pushed softly at first but the skinny kid's ass was too tight to let me in. Like I did when I spread a girl's pussy lips, I used my thumb and forefinger to spread the sphincter apart slightly and I pushed again. This time I could feel my swollen cocktip beginning to slide in. This made me excited and I felt the young boy stiffen as he felt himself getting penetrated. His cock the size of a sausage was not erect and his ballsac kept hitting the back of my left hand which I noticed was smooth and silky. Still slowly, I pushed my 7.5 inches of hard cock deeper and deeper into Tyler's extremely tight asshole. It amazed me that it was way tighter than the pussy of any girl I ever had. His boycunt was wrapping itself around my steelhard member like a boa constrictor around a helpless rat. As I slid myself inward inch by inch, I could see the effort on the blond boy's cute face as he was called upon to take every solid inch I gave him. Tyler was biting on his lower lip telling me that there was some discomfort in having my thick cock open his round bottom up so wide. But this did not frighten me off seeing him struggle a little bit, I knew because he had been fucked before by at least several other men that he knew what to expect when I told him that I was going to pound his runaway ass. My hard cock might not have been the biggest he had but I was determined that it would be the best he had gotten fucked by. Being good at fucking was something I still had pride in and I was going to show this young hustler how good. Finally, I pushed forward as I reached the last inch to go into the naked boy laying before me with his legs spread wide. At first, I met some resistance before I reached this last inch and I knew that this slim young kid had never taken a man's cock this deep before. As expected when this last inch of cock slid into him, the sexy 12-year old boy arched his back slightly feeling himself being impaled and a long groan escaped his open lips while an expression of shock lit up his goodlooking face. He looked up directly at me shocked at how I had been able to slide all my hard rod into his tender bottom without making him hurt real bad. As a bonus, I noticed that his 2-inch flaccid cock had become a decent sized 3.5-erection with a a little pink mushroom tip. It was like a small hot dog weiner sticking up pointing towards me. I took it to mean that the young kid enjoyed getting a nice thick cock up his tight boyass. Enjoying the feel of my hard dick being completely buried in his tight little ass, I moved my wide hips side to side causing Tyler's bare bottom to move along with me. My big paunch hung over the young boy's hairless erection and I am sure he could feel my thick bush of wirey black pubes scratching his tender bottom like a brillo pad. Smiling with glee over finally being inside a young boy, I leaned forward carefully so I would not crush the skinny boywhore under my heavy frame. Using my forearms to hold me up, I settled in to deeply fuck Tyler with the 30 minutes I had left on my tab. Just thinking about it made a tidal wave of horniness wash over me making me start my thrusting with a long hard thrust that made my little partner yelp out loud producing a proud smile on my face. Slowly, I pulled my fat hairy ass back so that my thick hairy cock would slide out of the boypussy of my new little buddy. Just as it was about to pop out, I thrust in hard though not as hard as I could. This action produced 2 sounds. The low sound was my hairy crotch slapping aginst the bare skin of the blond boy's round ass. The louder sound was made by the same blond boy as he gave a girlish moan when he felt my 7.5 inches of hard cock being rammed back deep into his slim body. With our faces only inches apart, I could see that Tyler had his soft lips open and he was licking his pouty lips as I have seen many women do when they get fucked good and hard. With machine-like rhythm, I continued to thrust into cute little Tyler making sure each thrust was giving him the full length of my hard mantool. "Uh..Uh...Take it, baby, take it.....oooh yess!" I moaned in his ear as I drove my hard dick into his tight little ass with fierce determination, "Uhh...Uhh...I know you love getting fucked! Uhhh...Uhhh..Don't you?!" As my hips rose and fell so that each time my hard cock drove deep into my little boywhore, I could feel his slim legs wrap partly around my hips. Because I was much wider, his skinny legs could not go completly around me but I could feel his heels digging into my sides like I was a stallion. Tyler's arms went about my thick neck with his right hand on the back of my head while his left hand clawed my left shoulder. I liked the feel of his fingers digging into my soft flesh through my shirt because it told me that my young hustler was getting into it. My biggest fear was him just laying there enduring himself getting penetrated till I came. A good hooker showed their john tht they liked it even if was being faked. From the way this little kid was squirming under me, I could tell that he was really enjoying me fucking him slow and hard so he wasn't faking his enjoyment. With each thrust, I was amazed at how his tight boyhole was gripping my thick cock as it pulled out and went back in. Like a vise-like fist, I could feel my hard member being surrounded by the insides of this cute young kid. If it had not been for the lube on the condom that I was wearing to help me penetrate my little fuckpartner, I doubt I would be sliding into Tyler with the ease I was doing now. "Aaaah....aaah...harder...(gulp)...haaaarder," I heard little Tyler moan in my face as I looked at him with a content look knowing that my hairy cock was working its magic on him. His brown eyes were half-closed from the pleasure of being fucked so good by me and I kept up my piston-like thrusting while enjoying the pleasure I was getting from it as well. Turned on, my little friend had his face contorting from the building pleasure while licking his lips madly. I loved how his little tongue ran across his silky soft lips making them look so kissable. I had to hold myself back to keep myelf from pressing my lips on his and sucking on that sexy tongue of his. His small fingers raked across my fleshy back and I winced because I could tell that this naked 12-year old boy was going to cum soon by the way he was moving his skinny arms and legs against me. It felt like he was trying to hold on to me because some powerful storm was going to rip him away. Sensing this, I stoped and I ground my hairy crotch against his tight boyhole then I pulled back and shoved in really hard like I was driving a nail into hard wood. This did the trick in making Tyler orgasm really hard. Tyler let out a long groan of pleasure from deep in his gut as he clutched himself against me really hard. His skinny body twisted and bounced beneath me as I kept my hard cock deeply buried in his tight little boyhole. I held my crotch slammed hard against the tender bottom of my young sex partner and I moved side-to-side so to enhance the pleasure young Tyler was having from the incredible orgasm I had given him. Since his tiny 3.5 inch boycock was sandwiched between me and him, I could feel the wetness of his boycum as it shot out of his tiny balls like a watergun. Meanwhile, the muscles of his tight boycunt spasmed like tiny fingers across my hard cock giving me intense pleasure that I delighted in feeling. Knowing my own sexual threshold, I knew my own orgasm was almost there but I had some more riding on the blond boy to do before I spurt my load of hot white jizz once more. Breathing hard like I had run far, I started up my thrusting once again slowly at first but increasing with each stroke into the naked boy beneath me. As I did this, my little boywhore was breathing harder than I was like he had just run a marathon and I could feel his naked skin sweaty against mine. Looking at his sexy face just a couple inches from mine, I could see that his fair skin was flush with a pinkish hue and he had a weak smile of enjoyment as he savored the ebbing of his powerful orgasm. His thin arms and legs seemed to lose some of their strength as they held me tight. A little intoxicated by the wonderful pleasure I had given him, he pressed his cheek against mine. For a second there, I could sweat that he gave me a peck on the cheek with those luscious lips of his. "Aaaa..Aaaaa...don't stop....don't stop," the young boy whispered in a voice made hoarse from breathing so hard through his mouth. Encouraged on, I increased my thrusting till I was slamming hard into my naked little hustler making the car shake from the motion. Our furious fucking was making the backseat squeak and bounce along with the groans of sexual pleasure coming out from my 12-year old boywhore. If anyone had come up on my car while I was assfucking Tyler, there would be no doubt that they would have heard the loud sounds of sex coming from my rocking automobile letting them know that some serious fucking was happening inside. "Uh..Uh...almost, baby,...Uh..Uh...take my big fat cock!" I grunted as I pumped my throbbing hardon into the naked boy beneath me. Once again, Tyler increased his grasp on me as his slim arms and legs tightened again as before. In the warmth of the summer night and our torrid sex, I was sweating like crazy and so was the young boy. This made it hard to hold on tightly to one another because our bodies were dripping with perspiration making us slippery. My thrusting had become full force slams of my crotch against his smooth little ass stretching his tight boycunt with my wide cock each time making both him and me get closer to cumming with every stroke. As before, I felt my little boywhore tense up right before his slim body started spasming uncontrollably. Because I was on top of him, he could not bounce up and down madly but instead he squirmed side to side twisting as if jolted by a high voltage powerline. "Aaaahhhhh....I'mmm cummmming agaaain....Aaaaaaaa...Aaaaaaahhhhh!" moaned Tyler as another nuclear orgasm jolted his sexy body. It was too much for me and I pushed in hard one deep and powerful thrust sending my hardon so deep I would swear my hairy balls went into the skinny boy's tight little ass. Not holding anything back, I grunted like and animal just as I felt my balls empt themselves in one geyser like spurt. It shook me like no orgasm that I had in recent memory and I was dizzy from the effort of fucking and cumming so hard in this special young guy. He may have been letting me fuck him for pay but it looked like he was worth every damn penny. "Uhhhhh...Oooohhh fuuuuck.....Yesssss!" I moaned out loud not caring who heard me enjoying my good cum that I had worked so hard for. For about a minute, both me and the naked boy shook with our strong orgasms making us twist and groan from wonderful pleasure. As the seconds went by, we both settled down slowly as our cumming stopped leaving us breathless and exhausted. It had been a really good fuck and I was feeling really good with myself for how I had performed after not having any sex with anyone for almost 2 years. For the first time in a long while, I felt like a fucking winner. As I recovered from my great cum, I felt Tyler's bare legs and arms fall from my fat body as if the cute boywhore had passed out. For a second, I thought he had fainted from getting fucked so good since he had his eyes closed and his lips were open and unmoving plus he was laying still. Then, he opened his sexy brown eyes slowly and a content smile came across his pouty lips. His schoolboy face was flush from the great orgasms he had just enjoyed and his face carried an expression that I had seen many girls have on before especially when I was a younger man. Women usually got this smoldering look on their faces when they were hooked on a guy's cock because it fucked them so good. Tyler had this look on his sweet face which told me that I had touched that special place deep inside that could only mean trouble. Not wanting to get personal, I felt that the runaway kid was falling for me just caused I dicked him hard and good. Slowly, I pulled myself up so that my softening cock would pull out of the tight boycunt it was buried in. As I did so, I looked down on Tyler and he kept looking up at me with this smitten look mixed with a touch of coyness. It made me glad that he enjoyed it but uncomfortable in that he might be expecting more than what I could give him. I wasn't a buddy to anyone and I liked it that way. Pulling out of his pay-to-play ass, I could still feel the tightness of my little boywhore's ass gripping my big dick and for a second I thought it might pull off the condom I had on it. Luckily, I pulled out carefully enough that I did not loose my cum-filled condom inside the skinny hustler. Sitting back on my side of the backseat, I carefully pulled my condom off my mostly soft cock so all my jizz weouldn't leak out. As I did this, Tyler sat up and he stretched his arms then his legs. His creamy skin was a pinkish hue and moist due to sweating from doing his job so well. Done removing my protection from any nasty diseases my little street shore might have, I wadded the used condom up in some paper towels I had under my driver's seat for cleaning the windows. I figured I could toss it out in the morning. "That was some good fucking, Tyler," I commented as I tossed my trash under the seat in front of me then using one papertowel to wipe the small amount of runny boycum I had on my hairy belly, "I've never had any other guy before but you made me a believer, kid." "Really?," said Tyler sounding amazed that he had just been assfucked by a total newbie to gay sex, "You never been with any other guy before?" "Yeah...it's true," I said turning my upper body towards the skinny kid so I could look him over while he was still naked as a little bit of eye candy before I had to pay up for my really good time, "I just wanted to find out what it was like before I got too old to hold it up...you know what I mean?" "I guess," answered the blond boy who looked at me then looked around my crappy car which told me he was wondering how much time we had left on the clock for our perverse little playtime. "Hmmm...I think my time's almost up, Tyler," I said thinking the same thing as he was because I didn't want to get charged extra or have his pimp on my ass for keeping his merchandise off the street when it could be out earning more money for him, "Jump over the seat and check my phone. It fell in the seat in front of you, okay?" Obediently, the slim 12-year old jumped over the back of the passenger seat so that he was hanging halfway in the front and halfway in the back. As he struggled in the near dark to find my cheap phone, I got an eyeful of his nice little round ass staring me full in the face. It was a gorgeous sight seeing it round and plump like two pasty white melons pasted together with his slim legs dangling down . The best part of my little peepshow was that I had fucked that sexy ass just a few minutes before and I bet it had a reddened boyhole that was still gaping from where I had pounded it with my hard cock. "Nice ass, little buddy," I commented as he hung over the passenger seat. "Huh?......Ooh...thanks!" said the slim naked boy as I heard him with my cellphone lighting up the front a little with its dim screenlight, "Yeah...Ummm, your times almost up. Ten minutes to get back. Uhhh...Wanna pay me now or when we get there?" "Let's get the tab settled right away," I said making the young hustler crawl back from where he was hanging while bringing along the clothes he took off and tossed to the front right before our little fuckfest happened, "That way I can just drop you off and no questions asked...alright?" "Alright," responded my blond little boywhore as he started pulling his wrinkly blue boxers back on. As the young boy dressed himself, I got my pants hanging on the headrest of the front seat and I took out my wallet and counted out my cash. When I had the amount I wanted, I turned to the young street boyhooker who just had his pants and shoes left to put on. Excited to be paid which I don't blame him for being, he saw the cash and put out his right hand for it while giving me the most expectant look in his soulful brown eyes. It was a heavy price for just sex but I had no regrets. The little blond runaway was worth it I thought. He had been a good fuck even if he was a 12-year old boy. Eagerly, my little street urchin took the cash from my grasp and he began counting which he did twice to be sure of the amount I gave him. "Hey!...This can't be right, Carl!" exclaimed Tyler sounding more perplexed then angry or dumbfounded, "You musta made a mistake. You gave me $400. But...you only owe me $300." "Keep the change, kid," I said feeling pretty good with my night as I pulled on my pants then my shoes, "You earned it. Don't give it to your fucking pimp, okay? Buy yourself something nice, Tyler." "Wow....thanks!" exclaimed Tyler again but sounding really happy for the first time tonight which in turn made me feel really good because I knew he appreciated it, "You're really cool!" "Don't think we're buddies now, kid. We ain't anything more than 2 guys having some business together. Got it?" I said quickly and gruffly so not to get the poor kid's hopes too high about me because I wasn't there to to do anything more than get myself some good sex, "Get your stuff on so I can take you back to that dump that I found you at. I gotta get me home and get some shuteye. After I'm gone, you can do anything you want." The young runaway remained silent after that but I knew it was for the better. His life sucked bad enough and the last thing he needed was false hope that some guy might like him as a person and not as a streethooker. Hell, he might even think some one might rescue him from the dirty streets. Well, I wasn't that type of man. Like I said before, I am a real prick and I like it that way. Having finished dressing myself, I got out of the backseat by exiting the car and getting back into the front driver's seat. My young boywhore climbed back over into the passenger seat and he was ready before I was. He put on his seatbelt and this time I heard it click shut so I guess he learned to trust me. Wanting to keep it impersonal, I remained quiet as I started my car up. As I drove us back to GRANNY'S, I could see through the corner of my eye that Tyler kept a sidelong gaze upon me as he kept his hands neatly folded on his lap. It made me feel uncomfortable but I think he wanted me to give him some small talk. It wasn't going to happen. I knew that his career as a little hustler could be over anytime so I shouldnt get my hopes up in ever catching his tight little ass for my needs again. If I wanted sex from another boywhore, I am sure GRANNY'S would have plenty hanging around for me to use. It was best to just let things slide. I was going to drop this sad case of family dysfunction off where I found him and be on my merry way. By the time my car reached GRANNY'S, I was aching to drop Tyler off. I pulled into the parking lot where the tall Hispanic kid was waiting alone. It looked like the chubby kid from before had found a customer for his cute little mouth. The other street kid I couldn't make out must have made a full night of his john which told me that the fancy car the guy drove told me he must have been a big spender with the prices these little streetwhores charged. "Here you go, Tyler," I said as I pulled into the middle of the parking lot, "Ummmm...Thanks for the good time and keep it safe, kid." "Yeah...sure I will, Carl," answered my special little fuckbuddy for the last hour, "Come check us out if you ever want to have some more...fun again....ok?" "Ummm...I might," I responded looking ahead acting impassive so he wouldn't think we were becoming buddies, "But, you know how it is....things come up." "True," answered Tyler softly as he got out of my car and the little kid stood there for a second like he was waiting for me to say something, "Thanks...and bye." I gave the skinny kid a nod to let him know I heard him before I drove off leaving him standing there. As I pulled out into the street, I looked in the rearview mirror and I could see him standing there a few seconds watching me leave before he turned and he walked to where his older fellow streethustler was at. Now that it was all over, I felt both a sense of relief in that I had dropped the young kid off without any problems and that I had been able to follow through on my plan of having sex with such a scrumptious young thing. Thinking about it just made me happier because things had sucked so badly for me for so long but this looked to be a turning point for the better. Or, I was just happy that I got me some hot sex that night. I got home and I went to bed smiling savoring the great orgasms that I had enjoyed. I never thought about Tyler after that. I know you're thinking that I'm a jerk but life is life. He had his and I had mine. Get over it! The rest of the week went well for me too and my coworkers said I was less of an asshole then usual. That was pretty funny. On Thursday which was the end of my 4-day workweek, my boss called me into the office and told me I was getting a raise. That really made me happy. Also, a good-looking Mexican woman was giving me the eye when I went and bought lunch from her taco truck. I could tell she needed my cock. She was cute and voluptious plus her being 10 years younger than me made me feel like I was back in the game with women again. Overall, things were looking pretty good for me and I felt like I had turned a corner so my bad luck must be turning to good. That Thursday night, I sat home and I drank a few brews celebrating my change of luck. Wasted and tired, I hit the sack and dozed off right away. What must have been way past midnight like 3 in the morning, I awoke to my cellphone ringing over and over. I tried to ignore it but whoever it was would stop then call again a few minutes later. No one ever called me so I knew it had to be a wrong number. A little pissed and still hungover, I picked up the ringing cellphone on the fifth time and answered it. "Who the hell is this!" I answered gruffly making sure that the person on the other phone knew they had distrubed me in my sleep and they had better have a fucking good excuse for bothering me so late. "Hey......it's me," said a soft girlish voice on the other end of the mysterious call. "What?" I answered loudly perplexed being angry that some stupid little girl had called me by mistake, "Who the hell's 'me'? You've got to have called the wrong number, dammit!" "It...it's me Tyler!" said the same soft girlish voice sounding as if it were about to break down crying, "You know...from a few...few days ago. Me and you did stuff together ...r_remember?" For a moment, I lay in bed shocked having been struck silent as to how the little street hustler had got my number. Then, I remembered that he had checked my cellphone for the time that night so he must have gotten it then. Damn, the kid was sneaky as well as being a good fuck! "Ummm..yeah...yeah, I do, kid," I answered finally after clearing my dry throat and not feeling too friendly about being woken up especially by some homeless street kid whose ass I pounded just once and it was something I paid for, "Uhhhh....So....what's up...Tyler?" "The cops came...they arrested everyone...but...but I got away," said the soft voice sounding a little better as if he had composed himself, "I got no place else to go...I_I just know you...Uhhhh...can you come and get me? Please...I_I wanna stay with you." Totally shocked by this bolt out of the blue, I lay in bed silent thinking how sometimes life gives you a kick in the nuts. What was I going to do? Was I going to just hang up or was I going get my ass up to go pick up this homeless kid who hustles himself to men like me? To Be Continued.....