Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2011 11:06:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann Subject: Teenaged Hustler 2 This story contains explicit homosexual activity between adults and teens. Be warned. If such activity offends you or if you are underage, please move on. TEENAGED HUSTLER by Macout Mann Chapter 2 Si's lack of guilt didn't last. By sundown he was apologizing to Matt "for letting things get out of hand." "What's the problem, Dad?" Matt replied. "You didn't do anything I didn't wantcha to do. Fuck, I'd do it again right now." "But a father and son? Shit, it just aint right." "Is it right when you and Jim do it? You two get together every chance you get." "Yeah, but Jim's your mom's brother. He aint a blood relative. "He's my blood relative. And I didn't hear you gettin' all high and mighty when you found out him and me were making out." "But you and him are pretty close to the same age. I'm not only old enough to be your father, I am your father. And you're even below the age of consent." "Hell, Dad, when I go down to the block, I get with guys that are a whole lot older than you, and they don't give a shit if I'm sixteen or what. All they want is a hot young stud. All I want is a man with greenbacks in his pocket. And as far as Jim goes, he's legally an adult. I'm not. "It ain't as though we all can get each other pregnant!" Si knew he'd lost the argument but still he said, "Anyway, I don't want anything to happen between us again. What you and Jim do is your business." "O.K.," Matt answered, but he smiled to himself, sure that in time there'd probably even be a three-way between his dad and him and Jim. "By the way," his dad continued, "Jim's got a month-to-month lease on his apartment. Now that we've got room, I was thinking about asking him to move in with us. He could help with the expenses and all." "Yeah, that'd be neat," Matt responded, thinking they sure as shit wouldn't need extra room to do that, now would they?. It was a couple of weeks before Matt felt like going down to the block. He did miss his mom. The adjustment to "baching it" with his dad wasn't easy. Si did file for divorce, and it being uncontested, fell under the states "default" statute and would become final in three months. Jim did move in with them even before his lease was up. No reason not to just pay the rent on his empty apartment for a few days. It was a Friday night when Matt again turned up on the block. A couple of guys told him they'd missed him. There wasn't a whole lot of traffic. Finally a car stopped near Matt and the passenger side window rolled down. "Need some help?" Matt asked. The driver was in his early thirties. A little overweight. Good looking, though. Brown hair and eyes, pouty lips. Dressed in a button-down white shirt and business slacks. Had probably gone home, removed his jacket and tie, and headed back out. "Sure do," he replied. "Get in and I'll tell ya what I need." Matt complied. "Better drive around the block," he said. "This is a no parking zone." "You suck dick?" the man asked. Matt massaged his crotch. "Sometimes," he said. "Depends." "On how much?" the man laughed. "You got that right," Matt said. Negotiations complete, the man drove to a park where there was a pavilion. He parked and got out of the car and headed inside. Matt followed. The man leaned his butt against one of the picnic tables. Matt unbuckled his client's belt, undid his fly, and unbuttoned his baby-blue boxers, revealing an average-sized, already stiff prong. "Nice dick," he said. Good P.R. "Thanks." Matt sank to his knees, reached for the base of the man's tool, and guided it into his mouth, lapping the glans, forcing the tip of his tongue into the piss slit, and then sliding his face all the way down its length. He let the guy enjoy the feeling of his whole mouth around his dick, before beginning the slow process of bringing him to fulfillment. Matt believed in doing his best. It made for repeat business. He'd a whole lot rather be sucked than suck, but sucking didn't require the loss of any of his precious stuff. It didn't take long. And he could do it as often as he was asked to. It was super profitable. After a couple of minutes the man was mewling like a baby, so Matt slowed the pace a bit, clutching the trick's dickhead with his lips as tight as he could, before slipping back down the length of his shaft. "Faster," the man panted. That was the signal to bring him to a climax, which Matt did, letting the man's seamen flow down his throat until the guy was completely spent. "Oh god, that was great," the man murmered. "We aim to please," Matt replied. Back on the block the night continued to be slow. Matt would normally be home by ten thirty or so, but he'd stayed out for some reason. He and one other boy were still making the rounds just before 11:30. A tall, good-looking guy crossed the street from the hotel, about twenty feet ahead of Matt. Matt thought his t shirt must've been tailor made. It was like he'd been poured into it. And the designer jeans showing off his butt must've cost at least a hundred. As Matt turned the corner, the other man slowed his pace; and as Matt passed him, he said quietly, "I need a young dick up my ass. You interested?" "What for?" Matt asked. You got to be careful. "'Cause I'm one horny motherfucker," came the answer. "That aint quite what I meant," Matt said. "Oh," the other guy responded, "I might go fifty." "Make it sixty and you got a deal," Matt said. The man hesitated, but then said, "Room 515." He quickly turned and walked back the way he had come. Matt walked in the side door of the hotel to avoid having to walk across the wide lobby. The desk clerk still saw him and nodded a greeting as he approached the elevators. He was relieved that the man that opened the door to room 515 was the same one. Sometimes it wasn't, and that could be tricky. The man had stripped off his t shirt, and his torso was something else. He led Matt over to the window, which gave a panoramic view of the block, and said, "See, he said, "I could tell what was going on down there." "Just don't tell the cops. We wouldn't want them to start renting hotel rooms," Matt chuckled. Then he added, "Anybody ever tell you that you look just like Robert Shellborne." Shellborne had been in a detective series on tv a season or two earlier. He played the star's sidekick. His companion laughed. "Well," he said, "that's because I am Robert Shellborne." "No shit," Matt replied. "You must not read the papers. No reason you should, I guess. I'm in a revival of `Showboat' that's at the Jefferson Center this week. Most of the cast and crew are staying here." "Well, what d'ya know? I used to watch ya every week on `Private Dick.'" "Good to know I'm about to be fucked by a fan," Shellborne said, as he cupped Matt's privates. "You pick up hustlers wherever you go?" Matt asked. "Most places," Shellborne replied. "Even actors have groupies, but most of `em are gals, and they don't do a fucking thing for me. And I don't believe in hooking up with other guys in the cast. That can lead to some serious shit. "Our stage manager is gay. I get together with him sometimes." As Shellborne spoke he began to undress Matt, and Matt removed the other man's designer jeans. He was in great shape and had a dick to die for, but apparently he was a total bottom. He climbed into bed and told Matt he didn't have to worry about lube. "I'll give your dick a good sucking and it'll go right in." Sure enough, Matt buried his dick all the way into Shellborne's ass without the other man even whimpering. "Fuck me hard," Shellborne demanded. "I like to feel your pubes scratching my butt on the downstroke." Matt did as he was asked. He began with slow but powerful strokes and gradually picked up speed. He hadn't cum all night and didn't want to climax too soon. "Yeah," Shellborne cried, "you may just be a kid, but you sure know how to fuck!" He began to push his ass back and flex his sphincter muscles as Matt rammed his tool forward. Matt finally increased his pace to a furious pounding and his dick deposited its creamy gift in the other guy's ass. He normally would have pulled out and gone on his way, but in honor of his client's celebrity he let himself go soft before freeing his dick from Shellborne's ass. "Man, you're something else," Shellborne said. "I'm goanna have to tell Ben, our stage manager, about you. Tommorrow night we close, but if you're around and somebody tells you he's Ben, I hope you'll do him as good as you did me. I probably won't be up for a second go." Shellborne pulled three twenties out of his crumpled jeans. He couldn't resist giving a final hug to Matt, and Matt let him do it. He couldn't resist a final feel of Shellborne's neat pecs and abs either. It was not quite one when he strode across the now empty lobby and high-fived the night clerk. Jim was still up when he got home. They had a nightcap beer together, and Matt just had to tell him that he'd just fucked Robert Shellborne. Maybe Jim would like to go down to the block the next night and try his luck. - - - - - - If you've enjoyed the story so far and would like to hear more about Matt's adventures, I need to hear from you, especiallly if you haven't responded. Feedback is important. macoutmann@yajoo.com. Copyright 2011 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.