CLAIMS: Rather than a 'disclaimer', I want to EXCLAIM something. I love getting guys off! It is my favorite thing in the world. If I cannot do it in person to each and every one of you, then writing will just have to do. By the way, this story is absolutely true. RimPig.
THE HUSTLER WHO FORGOT by RimPig (c) 2002
The year was 1978. There was this hustler bar that had been around for over 10 years. It later would move and add dancers which, frankly, ruined it. But while it was running, it had some of the hottest 'rentboys' available. Young, butch, and good looking, you could have your choice of almost any type you wanted. And for not a lot of money in those days.
Now some of you might be in that category that says, "Oh! I would NEVER pay for sex!". And all I will say to you is: "NEVER say 'Never'!".
I often indulged myself in the delights which these eager boys could offer because it made sex less complicated. No hanging out in bars trying to find "Mr. Right Now" and hope he (1) was into what you were into and (2) wasn't too drunk to actually perform. With the hustlers, what was going to happen was negotiated prior to going somewhere to consummate the transaction. And whatever you were into, they tried to supply whatever it was. And, for the most part, quite effectively, I might add.
One afternoon, I had a few hours to kill and there is no way on earth that I would rather spend time than having sex. So, of course, I headed for the bar to see what boys were available. (I fully admit to being a complete slut. And I have the notches on my belt to prove it!).
I should first describe the bar. I was two levels because it had originally been a live theatre. It sat on the corner of two streets and the door was on the corner of the building. You entered on the lower level and either went straight ahead into the room that held two pool tables and a small bar or you walked up a ramp to your left to the main bar, which was a large square with chairs all around.
I walked in the door and was about to walk up the ramp to the main bar when I glanced into the pool room. Just leaning down to take a shot was one of the hottest males I've ever seen in my life! He was dark, dirty blond with deep blue eyes. His body was muscular but not over done and a smile which all but blinded me when he flashed it at me.
Without thought or intent, my body took over, made a sudden right turn and I walked into the pool room and right up to him. He didn't even take the shot. He stood upright as he saw me coming towards him. I don't know why I did it, I was not the least bit aggressive then or now and often had a hard time even expressing what I wanted, but I walked right up to his smiling face and pressed my mouth hard against his.
To those of you who think that hustlers "don't kiss", let me disavow you of that notion right here and now! John was one of the hottest kissers I had ever known. He grabbed me with his free arm (the one not holding a pool cue) and pulled me close as we sucked face for what had to have been five minutes. As we did, my hands roved over his hard, muscular body and slipped down to one of the most beautiful 'bubble butts' I'd ever gotten my hands on. We were moaning into each other's mouth and hardly heard John's opponent loudly clearing his throat, trying to remind John that their game of 8-ball was still going on.
I could feel John's cock hardening against my leg and almost gasped at what I was feeling. John was only slightly taller (5'7" to my 5'6") than me but the slab of hardening man-meat I felt rubbing up against my leg was humongous! (I later measured it at 10 « inches hard) I reached down and stroked my hand against this human log and John again moaned at my touch. He leaned over my shoulder and told the other guy that he was forfeiting the game. I guess the guy figured that was going to happen all along.
John pulled back and looked me in the face with his killer smile. I looked at him with what had to be a completely goofy one on mine. I was completely mindless at that point! My brain had transferred control of my body to the 'other' head and I was just one totally horny, hormone-driven male rutting machine.
"Let's get out of here." John said, still grinning.
"Ok!" was all that I was capable of answering.
We were out the door and heading to my car when it suddenly dawned on me that I had no fucking idea where we were going! I had a lover then and, while I had his permission for all my whoring around, I usually didn't bring tricks home - especially since home was clear on the other side of the county! I asked John if he had a place, but he was living with a 'sugar daddy' who was not amenable to John bringing people home with him. I could understand that, but it still left us with two hardons and no place to go.
Suddenly, I was hit with inspiration! There was an 'adult bookstore' nearby that had these gigantic booths. This was still the days of 8mm projectors for porno (no video tape) and the booths in this bookstore had eight films per booth. This was the reason they were so large, they needed all that room for eight separate projectors!
When we got to the bookstore I got an entire roll of quarters from the clerk and we headed back to find an empty booth. Because this was the middle of the afternoon, the place was practically dead. We just grabbed the biggest booth they had and locked the door. I should note here that these bigger booths, and they had smaller ones, did not have 'glory holes' in them so you were assured of complete privacy if that's what you wanted. If you wanted 'glory holes' - they were in the smaller booths.
We had plenty of time so we stripped each other naked. It was warm, as it always is in Fort Lauderdale, and John had been sweating that day. The masculine aroma of his body started to drive me nuts! He was not wearing cologne or deodorant - a man after my own heart!!! As soon as we were both naked (except we left our shoes on) we were wrapped up in each other's arms again. We kissed and felt each other's bodies as we sat on the wide bench in the booth and some porno movie, which we weren't watching, was projected on the back of the door. I started to move my mouth down to his muscular chest and to lick and bite at moved up to root my nose into his fragrant pits! There was not a lot of hair but the sweat and scent of him was overwhelming to me!
"I'm sorry, I didn't have time to shower." he said, grinning at the situation.
"Fuck that! I love the smell of your body and your sweat!" I exclaimed.
John smiled at this, and I got the idea that he rather enjoyed the scent of his own masculine funk.
"What to you like to do best?" he asked.
I raised my face from his dripping pits and told him that my favorite thing was licking a man's ass - for hours! At this his eyes lit up and his grin got really big. His hard cock twitched and let loose a glob of cock-snot.
For those of you - and there are FAR too many! - who are unfamiliar with the male anatomy, let me inform you that there are more nerve endings around a man's asshole than there are around the head of his cock! This is the reason that men LOVE to have their asses eaten. It is also the reason that some males HATE to have their asses eaten. The feelings are far too intense for them and they fear liking it too much would lead to them getting fucked and a 'loss' of their 'masculinity'! What bullshit! There is no loss of masculinity just because you take a cock up your ass! Nature designed the male ass with all those nerve endings and a prostate right up inside where almost any size cock can hit it! This is the reason that getting fucked feels so fucking good!!! That cock sliding back and forth against those stretched nerve endings and that prostate! What a fucking rush!!! But I digress.
"I LOVE getting my ass eaten!!!" he exclaimed, as if he had to tell me after I'd seen his reaction to my revelation.
"And I'll bet you like to get your cock sucked as well?" I asked coyly.
"Well...yeah! But most guy's can't take all of it. What I really love is to fuck ass." John told me.
As I said, I am a slut. But, in those days I was a more 'oral' slut. I had learned how to take my lover's cock up my ass without pain, but it was a rather complicated procedure (that I won't go into) at that time. There was no way that I was even going to try to take anything as big as John's cock in my ass! Not only did he have length (about 3 inches longer than my lover) but thickness as well! But I didn't worry about it. My personal 'Golden Rule' states: "Whoever has the Gold, makes the Rules!" and I was the 'customer' here.
"I don't think I can take anything as big as you - at least not here in this booth without lube, but I love to suck cock and eat ass. I hope that's enough." I said, looking into his blue eyes.
He didn't say anything, just leaned over and pressed his mouth against mine in a deeply passionate kiss.
I broke the kiss and returned to exploring his muscular, sweaty body with my tongue. I licked and sucked at his nipples, eliciting moans of delight from him before trailing my wet tongue down the front of his body until I was confronted with his massive cock. He was cut, but I didn't mind. I got down on my knees between his spread legs and licked down the stalk of his cock until I could bury my nose in his fragrant, sweaty balls. His musk was better than the bottle of poppers that I had in my hand! I licked at his balls, which were also very large and hung low. As I licked, his ball-bag began to draw up until his balls were pulled up to the bottom of his cock and the bag was tight and wrinkled. He shaved his balls so there was no hair to get in the way of my tasting him. I have found, over the years, that balls that are hairless seem to sweat more - a real taste treat for me!
I licked my way back up his cock until I could reach the huge, helmet shaped head. He was dripping cock-snot at an amazing rate and my tongue was busy trying to lap up all that he was producing. As he had said, I could not take all of his cock inside me, but I was able to get at least half of it and worked it over well with my tongue as I sucked up and down it.
John began moaning again, louder now and, what with all the cock-honey he was producing, I figured it was time for me to move onto what, for me, would be the 'main event'. I pulled off his cock and looked up into his blue eyes, my own face flushed with my excitement.
"I gotta eat your ass!" I exclaimed.
"How do you want me?" John asked.
I couldn't decide so first, I had him just bend over the bench, put his hands on it and spread his legs. I got down on my knees behind him but because we were almost the same height, this really wasn't all that workable. It was hard to get low enough to get my face completely in his ass.
Then I was hit with a brilliant idea. I sat down on the floor with my legs out in front of me and resting my back on the broad lip of the bench seat. I told John to stand over me, facing my feet, and lower his ass to my face.
What a sight I was treated to! His beautiful bubble-butt, slowly descending towards my waiting and eager face, each movement downward spreading his butt-crack just a little more to my view. He was practically hairless and I could gradually see his rosy pucker as his butt came closer and closer. My mouth was salivating and my tongue was practically hanging out as his beautiful ass came closer to my face.
I reached up and grabbed his muscular ass-cheeks and spread them open with my thumbs in his crack so that I could first pig out on the smell of his butt-trench. I ran my nose up his crack and was treated to a strong scent of sweat and man-musk. In an almost redundant gesture, as his butt scent had already gotten me 'high', I took a deep snort of poppers up each nostril and then buried my face in his butt - tongue first!
I ATE BUTT!!!
I licked his crack from his balls to his lower back and then back down to his balls again. I licked and sucked at the sides of his butt trench and even licked all over his sweaty cheeks. Taking another hit of poppers, I dived into his crack and headed straight towards my main objective - that soft, wrinkly hole guarding the inner recesses of his body! I was not going to be content until my tongue breached that defense and I had established a beach-head deep inside his hot, tender butt- hole.
I first ran the flat of my tongue across his hole so that I would gather any tastes left there for my enjoyment. Next, I began to lick around the hole, going inside the wrinkles of his ass to gather even more tastes. His male musk was tangy and tart to my tongue and my salivary glands were working overtime to lube my tongue for it's more pressing mission.
Locking my lips around his tasty hole, I began gently sucking - drawing his ass-lips into my mouth. This is one of my favorite things in rimming - to actually take the lips of a man's ass into my mouth and lick and suck on them. Sometimes, if they are loose enough, to even gently nibble on them. This usually has the guy so 'blissed out' that he loses all sense of even his own identity. He is totally and completely focused on the jolts of pleasure coming from the sensitive nerve endings in his ass.
As I sucked on his ass-lips my tongue began to tease his hole, poking and withdrawing, urging it to open up. As I did so, his ass loosened up enough that I could begin to insert the tip of my tongue up into his body. As I tasted the dark, tart taste of the inside of his ass, I could hear his moans. He was gently moving his ass around, trying to get more of my tongue up inside him.
After a few minutes of this, his ass was opened up so that I could begin shoving my whole tongue in and out of his ass - like a small, wet cock fucking him. He spit on his hand and began to slowly and gently stroke my cock.
"Don't!" I practically yelled, pulling my face out of his ass. "I don't want to cum yet!"
"Can you cum more than once?" he asked.
This question really threw me! With most hustlers, you got off and the 'session' was over. I could cum multiple times (and still can!) so this was always somewhat of a disappointment to me.
"Sure! I can easily cum three times!" I said.
"Great! Then let yourself go! I'm going to make sure you get off twice more after this one!" he said, putting his hand back on my cock.
I shoved my face back in his crack and my tongue all the way back up his loose and tasty hole. I started fucking him again with my tongue and the feelings that his gentle hands on my cock and balls were causing had me cumming in about two minutes! I buried my tongue as far up his butt as I could and then started shooting my load all over my stomach, moaning and screaming up his butt the whole time!
Coming down from the 'high' of my orgasm, I pulled my sweaty face out of his butt. He stood up and turned around and then got down on his knees with his legs spread over mine and bent over so that his face was in mine. He kissed me deeply, moving his tongue around inside and outside my mouth, seeming to gather up all of the tastes of his own ass he could gather. Before he was done kissing me, I was hard again.
He looked down and saw my hard cock and laughed.
"That thing really does bounce back, doesn't it!" he laughed.
"My lover calls me 'Rabbit'. He says I cum quick and often." I admitted.
"Well let's just see how many times you can." he said, looking deep into my eyes.
This was the strangest encounter with a hustler that I'd ever had. Now, a lot of the guys I'd been with had been very good in bed and very nice. But nobody, not tricks in the baths, not any of my 'rent boys', no one but my lover had ever seemed so concerned about my pleasure. John was a dream cum true!
We moved back to the bench and kissed and hugged for a while. Then I got back down on the floor again, sitting between John's legs and licked at his balls and sucked on his big cock for a while. I was stroking my cock and enjoying the feelings in my cock and in my mouth which was filled with John's huge honker when John started to get fidgety.
"What's the matter?" I asked, pulling off his cock and looking up into his face.
"I had way too many beers at the bar. I gotta take a piss really bad!" he said.
I know my face lit up at his words because he looked at me funny.
"Beer piss?" I asked.
"Well...yeah." he answered, clearly confused by my reaction.
"When you asked me what I liked before, I kind of left one thing out." I said. "I get into watersports. I love getting pissed on but I sometimes like to drink piss. But only if it's really weak and usually after a guy's had a LOT of beer."
"You wanna drink my piss?" he asked. His voice wasn't condemning or anything. But he seemed confused by this request. "Why?"
"Well, it's kind of hard to explain. I know it's 'nasty', but it's not any nastier than sucking on a guy's butt! At least not to me. And it is like taking part of someone inside of me, just like when he cums only more and longer." I said.
"I've heard of guys wanting to get pissed on or drink piss but I always thought that was because they wanted to be put-down and degraded." John said.
"Well...I guess for some people it is that kind of trip. But not for me. I get off on the intimacy of it. What could be more intimate than taking a guy's cock in your mouth while he's pissing and drinking his piss?" I asked.
"That's pretty fucking intimate all right!" John exclaimed. "But fuck everything now, I gotta piss and piss now!"
His cock, by this time, had gone soft. I ducked my head down, took a strong hit of poppers and put the head of it gently into my mouth all the time looking up and keeping eye contact with John. I could tell that this was really amazing him and I thought it was somewhat turning him on. At least I hoped it was. In any event, he didn't seem wierded out by it or anything. I watched him close his eyes and some strain showed on his face as he tried to let go and start pissing. I knew that this was a totally new experience for him and perhaps he would have trouble getting his piss started - no matter how badly he needed to piss. But within a couple of minutes, I felt the first tentative spurts of his piss hitting my tongue.
John's piss was almost tasteless, like drinking warm water. He'd been telling the truth about all the beers he'd had that day. My biggest problem was keeping up with his volume. That was a very large cock he was pissing through and a very large piss-hole which allowed a strong, thick stream of piss to go roaring into my mouth!
Now, it had been a while since I had drunk a guy's piss so I had a little trouble getting the rhythm of swallowing but I soon had it under control. John sighed as his piss drained out of his body into mine and I sat there below him, drinking his piss and stroking my impossibly hard cock.
"Yeah! Oh...fuck, yeah! Drink my hot piss!" he said, his eyes boring into mine.
I continued to swallow, never letting his eyes leave mine. As his cock continued to gush his hot yellow gift into my mouth, I knew I was rapidly reaching my second orgasm. My balls drew up hard to the base of my cock and just as the volume of his piss measured down to a slow trickle, I began shooting cum all over my stomach. I moaned around his cock and continued to swallow until he was dry.
"That's two!" John said, noting my second orgasm, and smiling down at me.
His cock now began to harden in my mouth as I continued to suck on it. I knew that John had not come yet and the stimulation he was getting was making him really randy. I could tell by the odor of male rut that was coming from his groin that he was really ready to get down to business and shoot a load. I figured he'd do it in my mouth. But I was wrong. John had his own idea about where he wanted to fire all that man-scum.
"I want to fuck your ass!" he informed me.
This really scared me. It had been a very long time since anyone with a cock the size of John's had tried to fuck me. Fuck! I had only seen cocks the size of John's a few times in my whole life! To me, it fell into that category I called "Throw it over your shoulder and burp it!" But as I listened to his words, I began to realize how badly he did want to fuck me and it began to really turn me on.
"But I don't have any lube!" I said, taking his cock out of my mouth and looking up at him.
"This is an adult bookstore. They have lube right out front." he grinned.
Ok, he had me there. I got up off the floor, pulled on my pants and shirt and told John I'd be right back. I went up front and asked the clerk for a small bottle of my favorite lube and another roll of quarters. He gave me a smirk as I paid him for it. Fuck him! If he had any idea of the size of John's cock, I'd bet he be begging to join us!
I went back to the booth and knocked on the door. John opened up for me and I went inside and got naked again.
"Sit down on the bench." John said.
I figured he wanted me to suck on his cock for a while but I was wrong. Instead, he knelt down and lifted my legs up in the air while drawing my ass forward on the bench. I was totally shocked when he buried his face in my butt and began to suck and lick at my hole. Now, don't get me wrong. As much as I love to eat ass, I don't mind at all if somebody wants to eat mine. The only problem is - most guys just aren't any good at it. I'm sorry to sound egotistical, but I'm far better at ass eating than 99% of the guys who've rimmed me.
This was not the case with John! This boy knew how to eat ass! I only prayed that he knew as much about fucking one as he did eating one. If he did, this was going to be the fuck of the century because I have never had my ass eaten so well and so long as John ate it. He really had his tongue fucking my hole - in and out, completely filling me with his tongue just like a little wet cock. My hole began to tingle and I began to lose any fear of his cock in my ass and, instead, began to hunger for John to be pounding me into oblivion!
John sat down on the floor in front of me and told me to keep my legs up. I grabbed them with my hands and did as he said. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube from the bench and open it. He leaned forward and took a few more licks of my loosened hole and then squeezed out some of the shiny liquid onto his fingers.
He coated my asshole with the lube and began to work one of his long, blunt fingers into the hole. I was very loose from his tongue fucking me so the first finger went in easily. After he worked my hole good with one, he applied more lube and began pushing two fingers up me. This was a little more difficult. John's fingers were long and thick - just like his cock. But he soon had two fingers working in and out of my hole. I mentally was grateful that I had hosed out before leaving home on this little hunt for adventure, because I was really going to get it deep in my ass!
John worked me up to three fingers working in and out of my hole and stroking my hardening prostate before he decided I was loosened up enough to take his monster fuck-stick. He lay down on the floor and greased up his cock with a lot of lube and then told me to sit on him. I knew he was doing this because it was the position that gave me the most control of his cock going into my ass.
"Ok, just until it's in and I'm used to it, though. I hate this position." I told him.
"Oh, we're going to fuck in every position I can think of until I can't hold back anymore! From what I felt with my fingers, you've got an ass made for fucking and my cock loves to fuck ass!" he said, grinning.
I grinned back, only because I hadn't squatted down far enough to try and get his cock in my hole! Once I did, I was more gritting my teeth than grinning! No matter that John had worked so hard to loosen my hole, his cock was still WAY bigger than anything I'd tried to take recently. I worked myself down to where the fat head of his cock was nudging against my greasy hole. I pressed down on it - and nothing happened!
"Relax, babe!" John said, stroking my thighs. "Push down like you're taking a shit, that will relax you. Breath out as you do it." he advised.
I took his advice and took in a deep breath and let it out as I pushed down with my muscles just like I was trying to shit a big turd. It worked! The head of John's cock popped inside my now no longer tight ring and began to slide up inside of me. The initial resistance had been breached, but this fucker was going to start really moving stuff around up inside me! My chute had never had anything this big inside it and needed time to spread open enough to accommodate not just the width but the length of it as well. John was rapidly going "where no man had gone before!" and I was beginning to enjoy it.
After what seemed like forever, but was probably only a few minutes, I could feel John's short curlies rasping against my over-stuffed hole and knew that all of his cock was buried inside me! As I bottomed out on his cock, I began to wiggle my hips from side to side, making his cock stretch me out even more so that I could completely handle him fucking me.
Finally, feeling comfortable enough, I began to move back up his cock. I could feel it sucking out my guts from the suction of such a big object but it felt good! Both of us moaned at the movement of my ass and I grinned down at John as I began to gently ride him. He raised up onto his hands to watch me moving up and down on his towering maleness. I held onto his shoulders as I moved up and down over his lap, impaling my ass on that thick rod.
I stood up, pulling my ass completely off his cock and looked down at him.
"Ok, time to change positions! I'm not doing all the work here! You want to fuck my ass - you be the one shoving that big thing in and out of me!" I laughed, kneeling on the floor and bringing one of my legs up onto the bench to lay straight out to the side. This spread my ass so that John could slip behind me and shove that battering-ram back up my hole.
He wasted no time doing so either! He shoved his big dong back up my shit-chute and began pounding my ass. I didn't even have to tell him to do it hard, he took that as a given! I hit the poppers in my hand again and I was soon lost in this haze of sensation, aware of nothing but the constant pounding of my butt by this huge cock!
John was a master fucker! He didn't just fuck straight in and out of the hole. He moved his hips around so that the blunt head of his cock hit every place in my ass there was to hit. He bore deeper in my ass than any cock had ever been and made me love each minute of the pain/pleasure of his performance. Never before had a cock so completely taken over my mind and body. I was helpless in the face of so much sensation at once. My body just lay there, accepting whatever this cock wanted out of me.
My own cock, which was hard beneath me, was not neglected. I squirted out some lube into my hand and began jacking off with it. Between John's cock, my greasy hand a the bottle of poppers I had to my nose, I was flying in a world of extreme sexuality. I wanted John to fuck me forever - never stopping. I was willing to just lay here and get fucked until it killed me!
But all good things come to an end - fuck it all!!! Before I knew it, my balls were rising again, clinging to the root of my cock and getting ready for another round of fire! That's when I noticed that John's fucking had actually picked up both speed and power! He was fucking me so hard, I could hardly hold myself on the bench! He was like a man possessed! And his cock was, impossibly, seeming to grow even bigger! I knew that it was getting ready to deliver it load deep in my bowels any moment.
I suddenly felt John shove his cock as hard as he could and as far as he could up my ass and then I felt his cock tremble as it shot load after load of his hot cum inside me. This triggered my own orgasm and I heard somebody screaming out in full-throated cry - like they were being murdered! It took several minutes to realize that it was me!
Lying there trying to catch my breath with John collapsed over my back and our sweat mingling together, I was embarrassed as hell! There was no doubt that everyone in that bookstore knew exactly what we were doing and what had happened. I could feel John's body shaking on top of mine as he tried, unsuccessfully, to hold back his laughter over what had happened.
"Did I mention that I tend to be very noisy when I cum?" I asked sheepishly, my face flushed with red.
"No, I don't think you did. But it doesn't matter now, does it!" he laughed.
"No, I guess it doesn't." I said.
"That's three!" John said.
"Yes, and you saved the best for last!" I told him.
He leaned down and gently kissed my cheek as I lay there.
We finally 'uncoupled' and put our clothes back on. We were both sticky with cum, lube and sweat and neither of us gave a fuck! We exited the bookstore with as much dignity as we could but I caught the look of sheer jealousy on the clerk's face as we left.
We made it to my car, cracking up laughing the whole way. As I got the car started, I asked John where he wanted to go.
"Well, I figured I'd go back to the bar, but I really need to shower after that. Could you drop me off at my place?" he asked.
"No problem, you just point the way." I said.
We road in silence for a while except for John giving me directions. He seemed bothered by something and I couldn't figure out what. Surely, he wasn't embarrassed about what we had done! After all, I had no illusions. This was John's 'business'. So his silence really threw me.
"John, is something the matter?" I asked.
"Well...I don't know how to bring this up..." he sputtered.
"Just say it, John. What's wrong?" I asked.
"Well, it's really my fault! We were both so hot that I never got around to discussing...ah...you know..." he faultered.
"Price?" I asked.
"Yeah." he said quietly, not looking at me.
He was right! We had never discussed what this was going to cost! In reality I would be well within my rights not to pay him at all under the circumstances. But I would never do that! It would violate whatever code of ethics I have where sex is concerned. (Yes, there is such a thing as an 'ethical pig'!). And besides, I wanted to see John again. Soon!
"John, how much do you usually get?" I asked him.
He informed me that the price depended entirely on the person and what they wanted of him. He told me he felt guilty even charging me because he'd had such fun with me. After much hemming and hawing on his part and a lot of insistence on mine, he finally named a price which was WAY under what I thought it should be (I had enough encounters by that point to know what was up!) but John insisted that he wouldn't take any more.
I insisted that we get together again two days later, only this time at home where I had a bed and shower and all the rest of the amenities that are so nice to have if you're going to have sex. I told my lover about John and he was fine with it all. He understood very well my intense sex drive and I think he was grateful that I'd found somebody to help satisfy me so he could get some rest!
That was the start of things. John and I saw each other at least once a week for about six or seven years. He never would take any more than the little he asked me for the first time and often would forget to ask me for the money or claim it was a 'frequent flyer freebie'.
He finally moved away. I miss him still. He was one of the best and one of the nicest. I hope he's doing well wherever he is.
The End of "THE HUSTLER WHO FORGOT'
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