LOADS MAGAZINE/MARCH 1987 --From the Super Stud BBS, Jersey
HUSTLER
Tony was a hustler. That's what he was, and he liked it. Of course, he had only been doing it for a month or so...ever since he arrived in town. His father had caught him naked with one of the neighbor boys, and kicked him out for being a "faggot".
That's what he was too. Tony had been sexually active since he was thirteen with his friends, some teachers, some strangers, and any man who would be friendly towards him. But he never been caught till his Dad came into the neighbors house with the kids father and found the two of them in a 69 position...and just as cum was shooting down Tony's throat, he heard his father yell. The two kids stood there naked, with their cock still dripping cum as their two fathers were yelling at them. The other kid was sent to a relatives house in New York, and Tony was just told to leave.
He packed his favorite clothes and headed for California. His backpack stuffed with shorts, tee shirts, jeans, and jockstraps, he went to San Diego...because he heard there were a lot of service men there. But his nights, and days too, were filled with selling sex to guys who were not in the military at all. Night after night he spent in a strange bed. Some were nice some weren't so nice. Some of his tricks gave him breakfast, some just left money on the end table and left for work, and some just wouldn't look him in the eye afterwards..giving him money and mumbled goodbye.
Tony was ok though, he knew he was just working till he could have enough money to relax, and until he would turn 18 and get another kind of job...or join the Marines.
It was 1:00 AM and Tony stood on one of his corners he liked to use. It was Friday of a three day weekend, and everyone seemed to be out of town. Even some of his regular johns didn't cruise by...not even to wave...as they did from time to time.
Once in awhile a car packed with guys came by, obviously drunk, and called the usual names...when this happened, Tony would back away from the curb, and make like he was walking...ignoring the drunks, and names they called out at him...FAGGOT, COCKSUCKER, WHORE, TRASH,...all names he knew were mostly true, but who cared.
A van pulled up to him and a pleasant enough young man in the drivers seat began to talk to him. What made Tony's gut tighten was the guy had short hair like a marine...he talked nice enough. Said he and his buddies were going to party for the weekend...and asked if Tony would like to join them.
Tony looked inside. In the drivers seat was a beefy guy with a similar haircut, and there seemed to be nobody in the back.
"Just the two of you?" Tony asked
"Naw, we got some buddies back at the motel"
Tony hesitated...it wasn't as if he hadn't been in an orgy or two, but he didn't know what was really waiting at the motel.
"Hey, its ok Dude, were just having some fun, drinking, and looking at some videos and smoking some grass."
The boyish faced passenger reached out. Tony didn't jerk his hand away, and instead of feeling the grasp he expected, the guy just patted his arm. Tony got into the van through the side door. He took the beer handed him, and the three drove off...laughing, drinking, and stopping to get some groceries, and more beer. The van drove for quite awhile, Tony getting ideas of being taken into the woods and raped...then abandoned or worse.
The driver must have read his mind, because he explained they had to find a motel far away from the base, and one that didn't mind "our kind" he said. Tony relaxed...he stretched out his legs and drank a big gulp of beer.
The motel was indeed out of the way...and faced a little cove...the ocean air was cool, and whipped through his clothes. The three loaded into the room with bags of food, and beer. Inside, Tony found three more young men, obviously marines too, watching a fuck tape, and wearing only underwear.
The party had begun. The Driver introduced Tony as a friend...and everyone began to drink.
"Come on Tony" one of the guys yelled get comfortable...Tony assumed that meant get undressed as they were. Already the Driver and passenger had stripped to shorts and shirts...the cute passenger had on a mid length tee shirt that accentuated his chest and revealed his firm stomach muscles.
Someone turned on a radio and loud bassy disco music began to fill the room. Tony decided to give the boys a show, and began to dance in front of them. The room was quiet at first, then slowly the guys began to applaud, laugh, taunt, and enjoy the show. Tony had made some money stripping in local clubs now and then, so he knew a little about how to do this..and what he didn't know he remembered watching others...
Tony put the hands of one of the guys on his shirt...and pulled away so the shirt ripped off his body. The guys howled. He moved his young body, gyrated his hips in the face of each of the guys, spending a little more time in the face of the guy who had been the passenger, and put the guys hands on his pants. The guy unbuttoned the jeans...and Tony danced away.
His hips moved to the music, his buns brushed the laps of some of the guys he danced closely too. Tony pulled the passenger marine to his feet and began to dance with him. Soon all of the guys were on their feet and dancing with each other, or as an undefined group.
Tony put the guys hands back on his jeans, and urged them to unbutton more of his fly buttons. Soon the guys hands were moving across his lower stomach, and feeling Tony's crotch hair. The jeans slid down...and Tony kicked them off... His hands were inside the underwear of his dance partner and exploring too. Hands felt his bare asscheeks, back, and thighs while Tony danced.
Tony pulled down the jockey shorts of his dance partner, and stayed on his knees still moving his body to the music. The smell of his marine partner's crotch made him swoon almost as much as the music. Naked, the two, danced watching their hard cocks move, and ballsacks sway. The others in the room soon were naked too, and all were hard cocked.
Tony had finally met his marines...and before the night was over he sucked, and fucked, got sucked and fucked, till there just wasn't any more cum in his usually relentless body.
The next two days he spent naked with the guys, drinking, smoking, and enjoying sex. Only when they ran out the door to jump into the ocean, did they put on clothes..and even then some only wore jockstraps, and underwear. It was a sight for the other guests to see six young and obviously horny men run into the ocean, and frolic with each other. The sight was even better when they returned seeing the wet shorts that revealed their young cocks. Tony had a ball..and slept in for two days...
Finally he returned to his corner the following weekend to make rent, and almost as soon as he stationed himself there, a van approached, and the side door opened. Before he could run, a hooded man grabbed him and pulled him inside...
Tony was tied up, and a bag put over his head. The cloth in his mouth gagged him. Tony knew it was over...he was going to be raped, and killed. Thoughts of family, friends, and the wonderful weekend with his marine buddies flashed through his mind...and he tried to relish them, thinking that this would be his last night on this earth.
The van lurched, and he heard the door open. Hands grabbed him and carried his tied up body...upstairs...into a room, and he heard the door close. Then he was untied, ungagged, and stripped naked. Finally, the hood was removed.
There in front of him were his five marine friends and a couple of strangers, all naked. His favorite marine, the one who had been the passenger approached.
"We chipped in, and rented this place for you and us. No more hustling Tony, you are our, well, our lover. And we'll keep this place for you and us to live and play in. We'll furnish the food, and give you some bread to live on...so you can get a job or whatever you want to do..maybe go back to school."
Tony stood as if in a dream...he was the lover of not one, but five (plus the possibility of two more) marines...he was being kept by all of them. He could finish school, turn 18, find a job, and be free finally.
He cried.
The guys gathered around their young lover and kissed, petted, patted, and stroked him. And they all made love.
Whenever anyone asked what he did then, Tony would just say he "joined the marines".
And he did.
Now the guys have all left the service, and only one of them does Tony see a lot of...the cute one..the passenger and Tony remain lovers in San Diego, and love every time their buddies visit for a reunion.
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