Disclaimer: Adults Only! Contains same-sex themes. Viewer's Discretion Advised. Male-to-Male Authoritarian Section.
MotorCycling Hustler: by jared
Well there are times in a man's life when he desperately needs to be taken for a ride. That is where I come in. As a thrill seeker, I enjoy putting smiles on the faces of my small elite clique of clients who enjoy my beautiful erotic smooth toned, waifish, fair skin, farm-boy muscles, blue eyes and mid western accent and my dirty blonde shaggy hair, an uncombed thick jungle that collects the highway's grit, exhaust, sweat and fragments of highway grass and weeds and sometimes passing gum from drivers who throw it out, at 55mph, and whips in to by flowing hair, as I ride with no helmet, because of the heat, my 1970 Harley Davidson motorcycle. This is my bitch, my slave-toy, as I become a slave boy for someone eles's pleasure. I become their human motorcycle boy, Some of my clients love to sit upon my velvet like skin--stomach and grab my hand(les)and revvve----my throttle nipples as they go cruising on down to my groin at an untold sexual speed, which could never result in a ticket from a handsome policeman. After they fuck me, I take them home, on my bike for real and they enjoy, the experience which does result in my fat hustling "tips"--my compensation for being a driver, and a passenger. I will talk about my beloved clients, because they are so varied and different and of course respect my professionalism, of which I believe a good hustler must possess. I will recount my favorite client, because it will make me cum just by writing this...... Jason a aryan-like jock boy with shock blonde hair and grey eyes-- a body to die for.... i love being his fag boy "punching bag" he likes me to be submissive as he lovs to strip me and make me wear tight white briefs and T and socks and I we wrestle, he rips them off of me and pins me down in a erotic hold. I suck him dry everytime. We have a special bond because we are the same age both 20 and we like the same sports. I will tell more about him later. My VIP client is a corporate business man...... Klauss a 39---wealthy-stock-pig who likes me to eat his butt cheeks, actually--it doesn't taste that bad with whip cream. I do lick his anus, only after I clean it with mouth wash..... My racial client-- Fred a black dancer is very gentle with me when he wants me to dance with him under the covers, or on the bed, he makes me tea everytime. I like his rich baritone and slender penis, which glides so effortlessly down my throat, I feel the "soul" of his moans. He is very draggish--and gorgeous in dresses..... Then there is my "senior" pal a 60 year old writer who likes me to recite poetry to him while he masturbates, over my words and naked body. He fucks with the power of a heavy dull novel that crushes my senses with the weight of a 1,000 pages, I have to take ecstacy just to keep myself from falling asleep. My "working class" client is a plumber who enjoys a body massage from me after hard work, he likes to stroke me off. He calls me a sissy and loafer since i don't work, but of course this is untrue, beacuse by the time i am done massaging him, his pipes are well oiled! I have a special needs---client not handicapped as such--only a special case-- a hermaphrodite with both functional sex organs, so i have to bring my bi-sexual vibrator tool and make her/him happy/sad. Well these are my clients, I suppose you want me to construct a story that somehow links them all togather, well I will in good time, I need to gas up on my motorcycle theme at the nearest station and take a piss break-- and get some grub. While I do that, just read about me----and my short bio skit--- i am a 20 year old hustler, likes all kinds of clothes but prefers all american-crew cut hair-white FOLs briefs boy-jock straps--baggy skater pants. look, i like apple pie and policemen and i like drugs and speaking russian-- like being whipped by a dungeon master, and being made into a roman boy gladiator-- i got into hustling, by accident-- I had a hustler friend who died of aids and taught me the trade, to survive in a harsh city---i use protected sex, and don't pick up strangers, my clients are respected people looking for a casual safe time. i like movies and celery sticks. my pet peeves are bad drivers and bland store music---i like to shop at Walmart, for plaid shirts, and underwear and i have worked as a house painter and cleaning person at a gay club. i am straight and very respectful to my elders. Well I am jetting off, will be back in a flash--with a narrative that will crash-and burn---and hopefully make you feel good inside--your thighs or on your mind.
Stay tuned for the next section. Please read my other stories, "Brother's Keeper" and "diary-of-a-work-boy" please comment jared_00_00@yahoo.com