Date: Wed, 2 Nov 2011 10:37:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann Subject: Teenaged Hustler 3 This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual places, people, or events is purely coincidental. This story also contains explicit homosexual activity between adults and teens. Be warned. If such activity offends you or if you are underage, please move on. TEENAGED HUSTLER by Macout Mann Chapter 3 The idea of making out with a television star, even a minor one, really heated Jim up. So it wasn't long before both he and Matt were naked in bed. Like Matt had thought, when his dad first talked about Jim's moving in, they didn't really need the extra room. Jim took Matt's dick in his hungry mouth and sucked until Matt gave him all that was left in his hot young balls, and both of them sank into a deep sleep. The following night they did go downtown, but not until it was almost eleven. Matt lounged here and there around the block, hoping Ben would show up. Jim waited to give Shellborne time to get back from the theatre, then headed up to his room at the hotel. Jim was thin, but muscular. Looked younger than he was. And when Shellborne opened the door, he was stunned by the good-looking, swarthy, man-boy that faced him. "My `cousin' is down waiting for Ben," Jim said, as he clawed his crotch. "We thought I might be able to help you out." Shellborne motioned Jim in and closed the door. "Shit, man, you think actors are made of money? I shot my wad on your cousin last night." Jim casually tweaked his nipple through his tight-fitting t shirt. "We might be able to work out a deal. I'm older and less expensive than he is." Shellborne couldn't resist feeling Jim's basket. "How much less?" "I got a special movie star rate. Suck me for twenty. I suck you for thirty. I'll even fuck you for forty." Jim was really turned on by Shellborne's celebrity. Shellborne, on the other hand, was really broke. "Will you strip, and get on the bed for me to suck you off?" he asked. "Why not?" Jim replied. He pulled his t shirt over his head in one smooth gesture. Shellborne practically drooled at his compact torso. "O.K.," Shelborne said. He got on his knees, removed Jim's shoes and socks, then undid the buttons on his 501s, revealing an oversized tool almost eight inches long and over six inches around. "Yeah," Shellborne murmured. "Nice. Will you undress me?" "Why not?" Jim said again. Soon both men were naked, and Jim allowed Shellborne to feel his bod from his pecs on down. He was thinking that wasn't part of the deal, but "what the hell? I did agree to get naked." Jim lay back on the hotel's double bed and Shellborne kissed his way to Jim's rigid dick. That wasn't part of the deal either, but Jim was ecstatic when Shellborne's well-practiced lips closed over his prong. "Man, this guy knows how to suck," Jim thought. Not only was Jim a bargain, but Shellborne was getting the best of it and then some. He edged Jim two or three times before finally letting him explode. Shellborne rammed his face into Jim's pubes, making the huge dick slip into his throat, as shot after shot of semen flooded his gut. Meanwhile, down on the block, a short, fortyish guy, with a heavy black moustache approached Matt. "Hi," he said, "I'm Ben. You interested in getting something on?" "Sure," Matt replied. "I been waiting for you. Whatcha into?" "You like to get fucked?" "It'll cost you a big one." "Well, aint you expensive? You got a golden asshole or something?" "It just aint my thing. I'll do it, and you can bet I'm good. But it's gotta be worth my while. You wanna go to the hotel?" "Nah. I checked out this morning. They're striking everything at the theatre and loading the trucks now. When they finish, I'll be driving one of `em to our next stop, and we'll start the set up. Takes a full day to mount a big show like this. Fucking actors and musicians can take their time. "I'll pay your price, but we'll have to do it in the sleeper." As they walked the three blocks to the Jefferson Center, Matt asked why Ben was driving a semi. He thought being a stage manager was a big deal. "Yeah, I'm in charge, once the show opens and when it's on the road. But I also have a CDL, so I can make enough extra driving to afford motherfuckers like you. I gotta be there when the trucks get there anyway, so we can mount the show for the next run. "Every auditorium is different, so the lights have got to be set a little differently. Adjustments have to be made to the scenery. All sorts of crap." As they neared the theatre, Matt saw the two semis parked side by side at the stage dock. On the side of each trailer huge letters spelled out "SHOWBOAT" and under that "1977 National Tour." Stagehands were busy loading all sorts of stuff into them. Ben waved to the guy that seemed to be in charge, unlocked the cab of one of the semis, and the two of them climbed in. "Don't worry about the men. They won't bother us," Ben said. They crawled back into the sleeper and Matt unbuckled Ben's belt, unbuttoned his trousers, and out fell one of the biggest dicks he'd ever seen, bigger than Jim's for sure. "Damn, big dicks do come in little packages," Matt exclaimed. "Yeah," Ben laughed, "I never could've played basketball, but I can win the measuring game against most basketball players." "Just use lotsa lube," Matt said. "I will. You're goanna love my dick," Ben answered. "Robert sure the hell does." Matt took off his Mobil jacket and cap and pulled his jeans down around his knees. "How you want me?" he asked. "Doggie style," the older man panted. First Ben rimmed Matt's young ass until it was good and moist, then reached for a bottle of Vaseline and scooped up a handful. He coated a finger of his other hand with the grease and began to anoint Matt's sphincter. When he was finished, Matt's ass was filled with the slippery goo, and then Ben also layered his dick with Vaseline. "Ready?" he asked. "As I'll ever be," Matt replied. The pain wasn't anywhere near as bad as Matt expected. He didn't love it. Like he'd said, he just didn't get off on getting fucked. But it did feel good, once Ben had slid his monster in all the way to the root. And every time Ben's knob rubbed his prostate, he felt like he was goanna cum, but he managed not to. Ben's groans showed how much he was enjoying himself, though. "Shit, you got a nice ass, kid." He murmured. "If I can keep going long enough, you might even be worth the price." And he could keep going. Matt could feel when Ben was nearing orgasm, but then the older man would push all the way in, relax until the moment had passed, and then begin to pound again. Almost twenty minutes passed before he finally dropped his load and pulled his satisfied dick from the boy's tight hole. "Yeah, that was worth it," Ben cried, as he buttoned his pants. He opened his wallet and pushed a C note into the pocket of Matt's jeans. At the same time, there was a knocking on the window of the cab. "What the fuck is it?" Ben shouted. "The lens on one of the ellipsoidals is busted," a voice yelled back. "Well, put it aside. I'll be right out," Ben called. Then to Matt he said, "I'll leave the cab unlocked. When you get dressed, you can take off. If I'm back in town sometime, maybe we can get together." Matt returned to the block. Jim had long gone, but Matt circled around for a while, hoping somebody would come by who was willing to pay for a blow job. He needed to get sucked. Fortunately, he didn't have to give it away. - - - - - - - Feedback is important. Let me hear from you, pro or con. makeoutmann@yahoo.com Copyright 2011 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.