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HUSTLER TALES VI
TWINKY JOHN
by Macout Mann
It was way after nine o'clock. I was walking up Atlanta's Peachtree Street, passing the Hyatt for the third time. No luck. But I had noticed this new Corvette slowly cruise by a coupla times. Third time's a charm, they say. It did pull to a stop about fifteen feet ahead.
I walked up as the passenger-side window rolled down. Peering in, I saw it was a fucking kid at the wheel. "You a hustler?" he asked.
"What if I am?" I answered.
"My dad slipped me fifty dollars for my eighteenth birthday," he began. "He told me I needed to get laid. He wants me to find some female whore, and I do want to lose my virginity, but not to a woman, to a hot guy like you. Are you gay?"
"Lota people would say so," I replied. "Actually I'm bi. Go both ways. But I sure as shit will pop your cherry for a U.S. Grant, if that's what you're asking."
"Will you do everything?"
"For fifty bucks? Not usually. But with the shit-ass luck I'm havin' tonight, I might as well. Consider it a introduct'ry offer."
"Would you like to get in?"
I climbed into the cramped mini-Chevy. A pickup's more my style. "You got someplace to go?" I asked. Obviously the first time he'd even thought about that.
After several seconds he responded. "We can go out to the Cherokee Town Club on West Paces Ferry. I could park on the edge of the parking lot. They'd recognize the car, so we wouldn't be hassled."
"This goddam car aint big enough to fuck in," I chuckled. "Drive out 20 East. I know a place out by Emory. Schools' out, and it's isolated enough that we can lay out bareassed."
He started the car. "I'm John," he said, offering his hand.
"You can call me `Jack.'" I responded.
"Oh? Your name's John too?"
"Might as well be."
"Oh? You don't want me to know your real name. Maybe I shouldn't have told you mine."
"Don't matter none. I won't remember it tomorrow anyway."
As we sped down the freeway, I wondered about him. "You're sayin' you aint never done nothing with another dude?"
"I had a friend in Eighth Grade. We'd jack off together. That's when I first began to realize I'm gay."
"Maybe you're not, really. Maybe you ought to take your dad's money and check out a hooker."
"Oh no. I went to Westminster. I've spent the last four years drooling over hot guys in gym class. I got hard so often in swimming class, they started to tease me. The coach said that happens to some guys in the water sometimes."
"Maybe you shoulda been hittin' on the coach."
"I wish," he said.
I directed him to the spot I was thinking about. An isolated grove in Decatur. Technically, it was probably part of the Emory Campus. I'd been there before. It wasn't likely we'd be bothered by anybody. At this time of night it was in the middle 70s. Just the right temperature. And the moon was bright enough we could still see each other.
"You're sure you want to do this?" I asked him.
"Fuck yes," he answered. The first ungentlemanly thing he'd said all night.
"Then let me see the fifty."
He didn't give me a Ulysses. It was two twenties and a ten. I stuffed them in my jeans.
We got out of the car, and I led him to a grassy knoll in the trees. I felt like I was a fucking kindergarten teacher. I pulled his hundred dollar polo over his head and tossed it. He was even wearing a t shirt underneath. I tossed that too.
His build was slight, but he wasn't a true twink. I could palm his pecs. "You like that?" I asked.
"Oh, yes," he whispered
I nibbled both his nipples. "That too?"
"Feels wonderful."
I licked my way down to his abs, unloosed his belt and opened the fly of his slacks. When they dropped to the ground, he still had Calvin's briefs hiding his raging hard-on. I kissed his tool through the cotton that covered it, then said, "You let me at it."
He stuck his thumbs into the elastic band and shoved 'em off. I knelt down and put my lips on his knob. He shuddered with excitement. Shit, I couldn't remember how long it'd been, since I was with a fucking virgin.
I stood back up and told him to undress me. He came close to tearing my t shirt off. I'm not built all that good, but he gasped when I was bare-chested. He did unto me what I'd done to him. Palmed my bod real good and tasted my pecs and licked his way down my trail. He didn't hesitate to open up my jeans, and they fell around my ankles. "You don't have any underwear on!" he exclaimed.
"Nah," I said, "I like to feel the denim rubbin' against my dick. Besides that's just one more thing to take off.
"You like that dick?" I asked.
"Awesome."
"Taste it," I ordered.
He dropped to his knees. His lips circled my knob, like mine had his. "Eat it all," I demanded. "Suck that motherfucker!
"Yes! That's the way." It's funny how sucking dick comes naturally, even if you've never had one in your mouth before. "Yeah, suck that mother." I wanted him to know he was doing a good job. And he was, even using his tongue like a pro. As I got close, I decided he oughta know what getting face fucked felt like. I grabbed his ears and flexed my hips until I sent four or five ropes down his throat. "Yeah. Swallow me," I cried. "You like that cum?"
He couldn't answer, of course. But his expression said it all. I had no doubt he'd picked the right way to spend his dad's money.
I pulled out, then got down next to him. "Now it's your turn," I told him. I pushed him onto his back and licked his whole bod, tasting the salty sweat that leaked from his pores when he was blowing me. I'd decided I might as well give him the deluxe treatment.
His dick was nice. Not super-long, but good and thick. I took it in one gulp. "Ooough," he gasped. Lying between his legs, it was like I was doing pushups as I bobbed up and down on his rigid pole. He cooed in rhythm with my movements. I made it last as long as I could, but he was so fucking horny, he couldn't hold back. He blasted enough jizz down my throat, you'd think he'd never even beat off before. I caught a blob on my finger and placed it against his lips. "Ever taste yourself?" I asked.
"Never thought about it," he replied, as he took his own cum into his mouth. I handed him another taste.
"You think you taste as good as me?" I teased.
Now he was completely relaxed.
I'd promised I'd do everything, but I didn't have any lube and neither did he. "I'll fuck you, if you want me to," I said, "but it's goanna hurt like hell at first."
"That's what I've heard," he responded, "but I want to feel your dick up my ass."
"Well," I continued, "the first few times its god-awful painful even with lube. I'll try to loosen you up as much as a can." I put him on his stomach and spit on his hole, tried to force spit in with my tongue, and then probed his ass with my fingers to open him up. I was even able to find his prostate to give him some idea of how good it was goanna feel later.
Finally I rolled him over and told him to suck me some and slobber on my dick as much as he could. He did, and I moistened his ass again. Finally, with his legs on my shoulders, I forced my dickhead into his ass, and he let out a yell. I told him to pretend he was shitting, and I stayed very still until he said, "It feels a little better now."
I pushed in a little bit further. He screamed again. It took about ten minutes, before my pubes were rubbing up against his buns and I could tell by looking into his face that he was at peace.
I began to fuck him. God, was he tight! But he'd survived the pain, and now he was purring like a kitten. Now I could make it last as long as I wanted to, and for some reason I wanted him to remember his first fuck as long as he lived. He was singing "Yes, yes, yes," when I finally got around to pounding his ass in a final frenzy. Three or four short strokes and I blew my wad. Collapsing on his chest, I kissed his ears and nibbled his neck and his nips.
"That was unbelievable," he whispered.
"Glad you enjoyed it," I answered. "Sorry we didn't have any KY, or something.
"You wanna finish up by fucking me?"
"Can I?"
"Sure," I laughed. "Anyway, you want to be telling the truth when your pa asks, and you tell him you fucked a whore, don't you?
"And you don't have to worry about hurting me. My ass can take whatever size dick can be shoved up there."
He still prepared my ass. I think he got a real kick outa eating it. I wet his dick with my spit, and he rammed it all the way in. "Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to."
"No problem," I grunted.
"O fuck, that feels good!" he exclaimed.
"Which is better" I asked, "your dick up me or my dick up you?"
"They're both awesome," he said, as he starts fucking my bung. He's on a first-time high, and the excitement gets the best of him. He pumps faster and faster and dumps his load in just a minute or so. "Oh, thank you. Thank you," he cries.
"Just doing my job," I chuckle.
Copyright 2013 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.