Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2019 13:45:13 -0400 From: stories4u2@mail.com Subject: Young fag in Philly Some of this is true. Some of it isn't. Write back to MATT if you want at stories4u2@mail.com . PLEASE give a Hamilton or two or three for the guys at Nifty that help you enjoy your pleasure' time. :) Enjoy... YOUNG FAG IN PHILLY I was a true, real slut from day one. I'm serious. I think I was born with my dick in my hand. Probably played with it before I pop out of mom. I LOVE playing with my dick. I do little else. I cum at least 4 times a day, but my record is 8. I'm Bobby. I'm 15, but tell the dudes I'm 16. Would probably get away with it cept for my 4 inch hard poker. It doesn't make any sense. I massage it more than any other part of my body and the rest grows and IT doesn't. Go figure. I live in South Philly. My mom works a lot so I got a lot of free time. It's true about Philly making really awesome cheese steaks. Love um. But love the white sauce many dude's hard dicks feed me more. I read in the Inquirer about gay cruising spots in the city. Aw right! I learned that near the skating rink up town fags hang out like a lot. I knew the rink but not about the cruising. So I put on my tight tan short and took the subway up town. My shorts had a dark stain where my dick is from rubbing it so much. I always walked a lot. I ve seen a lot of shit and learned a lot. So I went to the rink and down one level to the rink entrance. I notice a lot of guys going in and out of a restroom. So what the fuck. I go in. OMG. It is a fag's heaven. There are queers everywhere. Some just standing around, a few going from stall to stall and looking in the gap of the door to see what was going on inside. So what is a slut to do? I get in line and look at each one. Not much to see. Some doing the serious business it is intended for. Others my Grandfather's age. Yuck! Only one was half decent and he was jerking off. Yet the whole thing got me SOO hot. Of course I grew a bone. I didn't care and even kinda showed it around. As soon as a booth opened I in went and dropped my shorts and sat down. My 4 inches were already up and ready. I was a bit scared and just sat there. I didn't jerk it or nothing. But just the excitement of being there and I knew I was going to spurt. And boy did I. It went way past my short at my ankles then I caught the rest in my hand. My whole palm was white with cum. I don't usually eat my cum cause I'm coming down after I cummed but this time I was so hot I ate it. The dudes peeking through the crack loved it. I pulled up my shorts stuffing my still leaking dick into them. With my hard still pushing out I left the stall. I musta had six fags right behind me. It was so much fun. It was a bit of a ride home but as soon as I was in my room I laid down and shot out another gallon of jizz. I was in slut heaven. The next morning I kept thinking about the rink and all the fags. It made me proud that they wanted to watch me. So I got a great idea. I had a bunch of 3 x 5 cards from school. I sat down at my desk and wrote out some that I could hold up to the guys looking in to the stall. I stuffed them in my shirt pocket and ran to the subway. As soon as I got there I went straight for the restroom. My dick was already hard. As soon as I found one open I went into the stall and closed and locked the door. Shucked my short and my 4" stood out proudly. I sat down. I couldn't really jerk it or I would have cummed and all the fun would be over. So I just carefully ran my finger up the bottom of my cock and kept going over my sweet spot. As I did my dick jumped. It was asking for relief. Sorry, not yet boner boy! What was neat was as soon as a fag looked a me I held up a card. This one said..."Want some of this?" I thought the queer was going to shot right then. When the next guy looked in I held up..."Wanna suck this faggot?. He kept looking, so held up...:"Eat my cum bitch" and I stood up and got close to the door. I could hear him beg to let him in..He cried out, Oh fuck I'm cumming.' This was too awesome. The dude that cummed moved on and another eye took it's place. I shot straight for his peeping eye. I swear he lapped trying to get my cum through the door slot. I pretty sure he cummed as he tried to eat my cum. Shit this was just too much fun. I thought about leaving but I wanted to max out my stay. In just a few minutes I was hard again and did the finger up and down the bottom of my dick thing. I had only ever had one blow job and that was from my friend Billy. He was two years younger than me and not really good at the job of sucking dick. So I thought what the fuck if these other fags want my dick then why not. I stood up then with my dick still super hard I pulled up my shorts and left the stall. But I kinda just hung around. Man the queers were all over me like flies on shit. Most of them were old or fat or ugly or WAY to fem. I was disappointed. I wanted a hot dude. After about 10 minutes I was about to give up and head for home to beat out another load when I saw him. He was Joe college'. His tight pants showed a nice dick. He was clean looking, shaven and had a great smile. He looked into my eyes and I melted. "Hey kid." Not a great way to pick up a young dude. I ain't no kid and don't like being called one. I gave him a nasty glance and said, "I ain't no fuckin kid." "Sorry. That would flatter most. You are just so cute. I saw you in the stall. Your card asked if I wanted to eat your cum. I sure do." My dick jumped at that. It kept throbbing in my undies. "Wanna go get sucked?" Well he does get right to the point. I wanted to say yes, but you hear all kind of stories about kids being picked up then beat up or robbed or killed. Was it worth the risk of all that to get a good cum? He could tell I was scared but I could also tell he wanted my dick and my cum. "Look bud I have an apartment up near Temple. I'm not a killer or anything. I just wanna be with you for a while. I can't pay you but I can pay your fare up there and back. OK? I really want to suck you off. And not to brag but my roommate says I am good cocksucker. Used to hate that term, now I find it a true compliment." He seemed so sincere. He made me feel safe and calm. So I said, Ok, what the fuck, let's go." I thought if things got nasty I could just kick him in the nuts and run. We left. His apartment was small but rather neat and clean. He was almost shy and not sure how to proceed. I got the impression he didn't do this kinda thing very often. Nevertheless it didn't take him long to have me on his bed with my shorts off. While he stroked my body and sniffed my pits he worked his own short down. He was wearing tight red briefs. He went to work and took me into his mouth. He just held it there for a while then bobbed up and down. Jesus did that feel fuckin great. He played with my nuts and sucked on the head of my dick. I had to fight real hard not to just shoot right away. He was stroking his own dick. It appeared to be 5 or 6 inches and cut. I don't like uncut dicks. The combination of me watching him stroke off and his warm slick mouth on my cock and I couldn't wait any longer. I told him I had to cum. I think he wanted to keep this going forever, but he could sense that I was going to blow. "Dude, I'm going to cum. Suck that cock. Take my fuckin load. Oh shit! Oh man....I...ummmm...going...to." And I shot about 55 gallons of my sweet jizz down his throat. He moaned and shot his own load. Some of it went on my leg. He quickly bent down and lapped up his own cum. I was breathing heavy and felt so warm and great inside. It was maybe the best cum I ever had. As good as it was a felt the need to leave as soon as I could. He didn't want me to leave but did give me his cell number and begged me to call him. Said I would and left his pad with a still hard pecker. Well you already know me well enough that as soon as I got home I blew another huge load. That load barely got me through till morning. I woke with a hard that could slice bread. I laid in bed and just thought about the rink and the cards and stalls and going with the fag to his crib. My mind jumped from cocks and cumming to more serious thinking. He had said he can't pay me. Say what? What made him think I would want to get paid. That thought brewed in my little slut brain for hours. While I thought on it I jerked my 4 incher. Didn't want to cum. Oh no. I needed to think this through and couldn't do that on empty balls. My balls were wet with sweat. I wet my finger between my nuts and legs and used it to poke at my pussy. Of shit. I am getting too hot. I had to stop. You fuckin slut just give up for 10 minutes and think. This could be important. Of course my fag brain kept going back to my dick and pussy. Yet somehow during this mixture of thoughts and playing with it, it suddenly dawn on me. Dudes...fags...would pay me just to look at me and suck me. Oh shit! This damn petty little poker can earn me money. I thought about all the gays at the rink. I thought about the dude paying for me to go to his apartment. I could use some serious scratch. But how? As important as all this seemed right now I couldn't wait to nut. I re-wet my finger, pushed up my pussy as far as it would go (Damn it felt good), stroked little Bobby and WAM! The first blast went right into my open mouth. I pumped like crazy. Had to get every bit of pleasure and every bit of cum out of this. I was drained and tired. I took a brief nap. It actually was easier to think with empty balls than I thought. I knew I could make serious bucks. But when, where, how and all that shit. I thought it would be best to have my own crib, but that took money I didn't yet have. Ok, so maybe I could get fags at the rink, like at the restroom or at their place to shell out. It didn't take me long to decide to go with that plan and I was on the subway, dressed as slutty as I knew how. I was there trying to make myself available and shit if took a whole 5 minutes. This guy in a suit, maybe 40 years old, says he would like to spend time with me. He looks kinda ok, so I say sure, what do you want. He tells me he wants to get in my cute little butt. I tell him no fuckin way. If he wants and the price is right he can blow me. He asks if I will blow him. I'm not ready for that yet, so I tells him he'll get a hand job. I can see his hard on in his fancy dress pants and he quickly says ok. He asks how much. Now I really don't know how much I can get. I don't want to ask low and at the same time I don't want to lose him. I rub my hard a bit, try to look cute ands tells him $50. Water off a ducks back and he says ok far too quickly. He takes me to this real fancy hotel and up to a high floor. I never seen shit like this. Far too awesome for me, but I have to pretend it ain't. He starts to touch me all over. Not bad like. At the same time he is trying to remove my clothes. He can't get the shorts down because they are too tight. (I have to make note of that for the future). But he succeeds and I am naked laying on the bed and he tries to kiss me. What the fuck dude? I ain' no bitch. I don't wanna kiss you. I can tell he is pissed off and I still want my Grant, so I just tell him I don't kiss on the first date. He actually laughs. Cool. He just goes down on me and it is by far the best head I ever got. This fag deserves the Fag-Of-The-Year award, It takes him about ten pumps and I erupt into his mouth. It feels so damn good. It takes me a long time to come down during which he is stroking his own dick. I really don't wanna play with the dude, but I do want the bucks. So I pull at his hard and he quickly takes it out. It is nice really. Straight, not too fat, cut, small bush. Yeah, I can do this. I takes him in my hand and stroke him. He starts breathing heavy right away. He is thrusting into my hand so fast I can hardly hold on. All of sudden he shoots. I mean there is cum everywhere. He keeps pushing into my hand and spills his sponge all over the fuckin place including me. It was in a way, kinda neat. I made him cum. He likes me...or at least my 15 years old body...and hand. It took some work, but hey over all it was a pretty easy $50. He invited me to clean up in this fancy bathroom and he gave me the 50 and a $20 tip. Way cool! I had $70. I was the dude. The king. I went home and tried to jerk off and couldn't even get it up. What the fuck? I laid there and thought about what happened today and my hand wondered to my cunt. Could I have let him fuck me? How much would he have paid? We'll see. The next day I went to the rink. I used my basketball short so they would come off easier. Was I getting ahead of myself? My little dick did make a tiny bump in the front of the shorts. I pulled the shorts down enough to show the only really nice pair of undies I had. They were red and white A & F. Lots of attention until they found out it came with a price. Fuck um. I walked around the rink. I thought maybe the best time would be when the suits were going home from work and it was only noon. So, hey for a Benjamin I could wait. I got a coke out of a machine and sat down. Little Bobby wanted action. I told him to just wait and be patient. I went up to street level and walked to a Horn and Hardart automat for a sandwich and a coke. Set me back 50 cents but it was worth it. After eating I still had 3 or four hours to kill so I went to the Fox Theater on Market Street and saw a good western. It was about 4 now so I slowly walked back toward the rink. I went down one level to where all the action is. Not much doing yet. Same old fags just lookin for free dick. Ain't gunna happen with this one even if I am a slut. I am now committed to making serious cash. I wondered around getting bored then I saw this tall black young suit. He wore what I guessed was expensive clothes. Suit, tie, shirt, shoes the works. The dude reeked of bucks. Didn't know if he just going somewhere or shopping. I did my best to let him know I was for sale. I pushed my shorts down to show the top of my cheeks. I kept clawing at the bulge in my pants. He stopped and looked right at me. I could tell he was thinking. He did n't approached me so I slipped into slut mode and walked right up to him. "Mister you got the time?" He looked at his watch and told me the time but I did care and didn't listen. I just wanted to find a way to talk to him. He started to walk away several times but always came back. Finally he asked "You working?" "I might be" For some reason this dude needed to be very careful. He obviously could not get caught in a sting operation or simply with a young working boy. Again I had to pursue making this happen. Look guy, I like cock. I like bucks. You got both. $75 for naked play and a blow job. Or $150 for anything you want, cept pain or blood. The guy asks if I gotta crib. Nope that you provide. Look kid (I hate that word) here's a 20. Give me « hour to get a room and get settled than meet me out front of the Four Seasons hotel, but not too close to the entrance. Sure. Already got 20, so I have to wait for a bit. The suit scurries away and I smoke a Marlboro and rub my little Bobby a bit. On time I am waiting near the hotel. Sure as shit the suit shows up - but not in a suit. Tells he to go to the 20th floor to room 2010,, he would meet me there. This place ain't cheap. Everything reeks of money. It will be easy, if not fun to earn my buck and a half. I enter his room, suite or whatever you call it, and suit says his name is Steven. I tell him mine is Jacko. It ain't but he ain't gotta know that. He actually looks good. He isn't built but definitely in shape. He keeps staring at me. He is boned. He is breathing hard. He hasn't done this much. I can tell. He wants my dick and I guess my pussy, but he is struggling with maintaining his identity, i.e. his image. He caves. He is hot and ready. He tries to kiss me. I hesitate but hey for a buck and half he can put his lips to mine. It ain't so bad. He lightly touches me all over. Of course he concentrates on little Bobby. That's ok. He has got me hard too. He pushes me back and takes all 4 inches of Bobby into his mouth. He is good, but I can tell he doesn't do this often. Yet he sucks so good I have to push him off or will cum. I turn over and ask him if wants this...pointing to my butt. Yep. That's what he wants. He kinda asks if that's ok and I just push my butt back at him. He is so hard and hot his pre-cum is literally flying off his dick. He gets close and leans down and eats me out. SHIT!! He licks and laps and breaths in and gulps down his own spit and pushes his tongue as far up my pussy as he can. I am afraid he will cum before he gets in me. Than he takes my ass...my pussy. He is in. He stops for a second but can't wait. He thrust and pushed and swears and sweats and screams and bammmm!!!!. He blows. It was quick I really did feel any pain or pleasure for that matter. But I gotta remember that this is about HIS please not mine. It takes him forever to come down. But he smiles. He is happy and satisfied. He seems to care that I didn't cum. I sure would like to but I keep trying to remember that this is work. But he looks at hard little Bobby and thinks for a second and then bends down and takes the little dude in his mouth and really, truly goes to town. He is a good cocksucker and I cum in like two minutes. And I flood his mouth. He doesn't hesitate to drink it all down. Kewl! He got off in my pussy. I got off in his mouth and earned $150. Shit, if I could do this just once a day in a fuckin month I would be rich. I think I am going to like this! Mr. Suit is vary, vary happy. He keeps telling me how nice I am and he likes me and likes my pussy. He hands me two Benjamins. Fuck. This is too easy. There aren't many win-win's that I know of. Best is he doesn't want me to go. He offers me another $20 to keep my socks. (Fuckin wacko) Sure dude. But there's more. He wants to set up a weekly meeting. Every Thursday at 6 PM at this hotel. Same deal. We both get off and I leave with two Benny's. Man I could just shoot a load right now. I smile all the way home to South Philly. But I also think. How many rich queers want my pussy. I can easily give it up for two hundred. So I start to think how to get like 3 or 5 more suits that are willing to pay to get into my mouth and/or pussy. It wouldn't be easy but maybe easier than I thought it would be. I started hanging around the rink every day between like 5 and 7. I got two more. The first was a real sleazy and I didn't like it in any way, but the Benny's made it doable. The other was almost a copy of Steve. He was maybe 30; or could be 40. But he was in great shape, clean, had a HAPPY wallet which he carefully, but generously opened. I always left him with his baby makers in my cunt and at least two Benny's plus another Grant for a tip. Yep I like it here. I now had three weekly dudes sucking my dick and plowing my pussy and handing over sweet loads of paper. Life was good. I learned that to expand I needed an ad in the Advocate. It was a rag for queers. It had pink pages (how appropriate) for dude like me sell their ass. Yep. It really did exist. Before online services, that's all there was. I ran a rather large ad that said I was 18 (I wasn't) and would put out for $150. The words were fancier than that, but that is what it said. I couldn't believe the response I got. I selected just 5 of the hundreds that answered the ad. I narrowed that down to two. And I now had 6 fags anxious to hand over at least two Benny's a week. It was so so sweat. I got off every time. I opened a bank account and the more cum I shot the higher the balance got in my account. I knew I would always be a slut. I just loved treating little Bobby. But at 21 I really wanted to find a dude and settle down. After weeks of thought I decided to give Steve a try. He was my first suit and had many times offered to "keep me". But that would mean I would have to be exclusively his. Could I do that? Did I really want to? He wasn't married (which surprised me) but I knew he had to keep his private time unknown to the powers to be at his work. I didn't know for sure but there wasn't much a down side. I had just a few Benny's less than 1/4 of a million in my account. Tax free spendable paper. So slut gives it a try. Maybe it just would work... Matt