Tales of a Hustler---Bases Loaded It had been one of the most intense games in recent history. The Cardinals were down by one, bottom of the ninth, and the picture—my lil bro, was up. A win would give the Cardinals a forth straight state championship. A loose—well you can only imagine. I had run up to the announcer box and borrowed the mic from Coach Wallace, as I as much as anybody was going nuts. The crowd was in a constant roar. “Aight ladies and gentlemen—here we are—the moment we all been waiting for. Up at bat for the Cardinals, my lil bro—Diamond Dustin Dillion ! Cardinals down by one… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler---Sorry Girls, I suck Dick Too “Don't do it. <pause> “Im tellin ya—-don't wear them” “I'm serious—not coming to your rescue” The twins just giggled under their breath, and left out on their skateboards for 'main street' They had worn their 'bar only' t-shirts, with Cole's saying 'sorry girls—I suck dick too', and Cody's, even bolder 'sorry girls—I take it up the ass too' The twins were getting comfortable with their 'outness', not really caring who saw, or what they thought. It was later into the afternoon, before one of the bois came in to report that they had gath… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler----Snips and Snails, and Puppy Dog Tails It was a typical Saturday morning at the crib. Well, mostly typical. Most of the bois were up, and apparently hungry—Tommy was manning the kitchen, it was like Steak n Eggs in there. “What's all this shit, Taz”? It was Tommy that posed the question. “Everybody gather round---it's Christmas” Tommy pipes back with “What, Christmas in July”? I grin real big, and reply with “Why not---who's gonna stop us”? Lots of cheers, and kewls, and fuck ya's call out, and the bois all gather in the center of the room. “OK, so everybody gets a box… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler----Hunter---Fresh Meat Another rainy night. Fuck—it's getting hard to make a living lately. Most of the bois were gathered in the common area, watching some cheesy black n white movie. I decided to go out a bit, headed down to Jerry's. He ran a 'bar' so to speak down on the edge of our neighborhood. I guess these days you would call it a sports bar, but had a teen environment. IE, TV's video games, and cokes and juice. No alcohol. As I approach the entrance, I noticed a dude hunkered up under the awning of the business next door. Looked like he was sucking on a 40 oz, b… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler----Snot, Puke, and other Bugs So it's a typical Saturday. Im chillin on the couch, playing with the remote. Tommy keeps pacing back and forth, and jumping up and down, with his hands down his pants. 'What the fuck is he doing” I thinks to myself. I hear a couple coughing, and sneezing in the background. One of the newer bois walks to the kitchen, holding his forehead with his hand. He gets a glass of ice-water. 'Ice” ?? 'Really' ?? Phone rings---it's Cole saying Cody just took a piss on the wall, and nearly doubled up in pain. Boi with the ice water suddenly bolts for the b… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler---Foot Patrol Summer is finally back---and it finally stopped raining. I dragged all the bois out of bed at NOON, ya, fuckin noon. Calisthenics, weights, breakfast, showers,---lol, put them in a bad mood making them work and all. Good ! Now hit the fuckn streets—and don't come back without cash. The bois were a little resistant==too much partying and dope the night before. Decided it was time to break that cycle. Spending more money than they were bringing in wasn't going to cut it anymore. It was about 4:00 in the afternoon now. Decided I would go out for some foot patr… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler—Believe---and get fucked More rain---actually a lot of fuckin rain. Flash floods—tornado warnings. Certainly no work today—at least in our field :) It was only noon, but all the bois were up, and getting anxious. I told a couple of them to go work out. They just frowned. I decided to start some spaghetti sauce for later tonight—I Like it to simmer a few hours. “Damm bro—is there ANY thing you can't do”? I gave a smile, and a chuckle. “My jr. high football coach made us say everyday 'I can do anything' Guess it works” Cody persisted “you really believe that “? “Well, maybe.… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler---Ambush Life of a hustler was not as simple and gravy as it might appear from the outside. It wasn't always 'wham bamm thank you mamm'---quick nut and a quick $50. Most hustlers went hungry during slow times. Some would suffer withdrawals---either from smokes, or some kinda of dope, In the winter some would go cold, and hungry.These times would cause lots of them to resent to things they wouldn't normally do. Eatin ass, drinking someones piss---were pretty disgusting things for the mostly str8 bois .Even takin it up the ass for some was a no-no---ain't happening. In the su… 続きを読む

Tales of a hustler—Young, Dumb, and full of Cum---Pt 2 I think it was about 3:00 AM. I woke up hearing the awfullest noise. I started to turn over, but was met with searing pain, across most of my body. My head, my chest, my balls, what the fuck ?? It was Dustin—he was screaming “dudes, dudes, get the fuck out here” Lil bro and a couple of others came outside the front door of the convention center. As I became more awake, I realized that I had passed out, right at the front door. Still buck naked, and pretty much covered in b l o o d. “come on dawgs---hurry” Dustin sounded like he was in a… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler---Yung Dumb and full of Cum Prolly the most voiced expression in the 'old days' , besides 'sit on it', was 'young dumb, and full of cum'. You heard it mostly in the bars, as trolls would talk about some young smooth piece of meat that they had allegedly got last night at the book store. Especially in the trade business. The desire was definitely the “chicken” type—smooth, tite,compact, and of course—a big dick. The perfect foot soldier—15, *******', and a nine inch dick. (oh ya---it;s out there) The more a hustler said “huh”?, the more desirable he was. The “happy trail”,… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler---Me and lil Bro---The Best Summer Ever Summer had arrived non too soon, as usual. I never cared for the colder months. Fuck some snow---I can see it on TV. Out on summer break, my lil Bro Dustin had called and said he really wanted to come and spend some time with me. Only seeing him every few weeks at a time, the last couple of years had left him wanting. I told him one night in one of our intimate bro on bro talks, that he really needed to find someone closer to his age. He had told mom that he decided that he was gay, and it wasn't just a thing—but for real. He told m… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler Hangin Wit da Bois Today had been really intense, and busy. 9:00 AM had to be on set for this weeks set. “Cops that Fuck” or some stupid shit. Basic story was I, as a cop, pull over this tite lil twinkie boy for speeding, but he can't let his dad find out, or get a ticket. Eith way would send him back to military school. So there, lots of the bois fall prey to the bigger and stronger boys, and therfore become their punks. Usually dishing out some sort of service everyday. So my line is basically to do the twink just one time, and cut him loose. We drive down the road to an… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler—The ins and outs Things were working out pretty good. I had been in Dallas now about 6 months. The main job, making the porn, was going well. Everybody liked new meat—so your first year was usually the best. We would do one or two flicks a week. I started at $500 a flick, then after 3 months they doubled me up so I wouldn't leave them and go solo. Each flick usually had a photo shoot to go along with it. Mostly for pics on the covers of the VHS's, and maybe an obscure mag or local gay paper. That would pay about another $100. Asides all that—the real big money was the s… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler--- Jinney and Ron It was cool out tonight. I had on a flannel shirt—but not buttoned up. 501's, jock, and the typical black leather work boots. In my case—Caterpillars. They were the really cool ones, big yellow letters on the bottom spelling out CAT. All that comprised what they called the “gay uniform” from pretty much the fifties through the early 70's. Even cold outside I always had an open shirt. Asides from that big ass 10” dick—a hard well defined 6-pac was a dudes best asset I thought. And lucky me—I got a 8-pac. So Im leaning on the wall, on the corner of a big… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler---Day 01 Dallas fuckin Texas. Ninth largest city in America. Population 1,250,000 and a few more. Number of hustles---unknown, but the average guess puts it at about 500. WOW—that's a lot of fuckin dick n ass. And now there's one more. Arrived at “the motel” about sunset. Some dump ass crack inn, sponsored by Mr. Johnny. He had told me a couple of years ago, over at Mr. Wilsons that he could set me up in some real porn if I wanted, so I decided to give it a try. Johnny said I could work at one of the local bars if I wanted—said most could usually use one or two more. Sa… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler---All I Want for Christmas “All I Want for Christmas is a ten inch dick” LOL that fits perfect with “two front teeth” It was Christmas eve, and the middle of the week. I couldn't go home, cause I would need off more than 1 day. Mom said it's no big deal—she had volunteered to pull a double at the diner anyway, and she said Dustin didn't spend much time at the house anyway. Said she didn't know where he was most of the time. I told her I would get home the weekend, and I would see what was up with my lil bro—and we would just do Christmas a few days late. So anyway==back… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler----Blake hybristophilia: the fascination to the point of sexual arousal than one experiences towards another that has committed the most heinous of crimes—****, k**napping, murder, etc. or is overall a particular hateful person, like a bully, racist, or career criminal. Through the decades there have been many titles---trick, trade, rough trade,chicken, foot soldier. I guess I've been called them all. Dudes hustle the streets for a variety of reasons. Some say it's just fun. Others have an endless list that basically comes down to money—or other types of favor. For the… 続きを読む

The Skate Park---Transfer of Power Mornings at the sk8t park were always the best. Still lots of tree shade, but in the summer, still hot as fuck by noon. I was surprised at how many of the guys showed up---it was kinda short notice. Dustin and Kelso were sk8tin around the short track. I was just hangin on the table, waiting for the rest of the guys. Finally they were all there---I gave out a loud and hard whistle---lots of dudes were so jealous cause I could do that. We all were assembled now. Couple were asking “what's up” Petroni commented that we all hadn't been in the same place at on… 続きを読む

The Skate Park—Bl o o d Sweat and Tears Time went on for the next few years with nothing out of the ordinary happining. Dustin 16 now I was aproaching 21. Still mowing, and more painting now. Still making a porn here and there for Mr. Johnny. I told him I was content for the filming fee—he could keep sales and commissions. Prolly should keep it in the big towns cause the smaller ones might recognize me from football fame. So we kept it to Dallas/Ft Worth, Houston, San Antone, and Austin. There was another real life case where the dude did get “outed” Just like me—star quarter back—him from N… 続きを読む

FUNK----It's at the core of my brain. I live for it---it's what makes me tick. Not sure how it got started—sometime back in Freshman football, I guess. Going into the locker room after practice. Fifty guys all hot n sweaty—some with it literally pouring from their pits, down to the waistline. I started getting right up next to one of them to untie my cleats—getting a whiff of some ripe rank pit. The bushy ones were best—all that hair would hold in the funk better. Feet wern't too bad cause mostly new cleats with clean white socks didnt produce much stink. But then, off came those tite ass foot… 続きを読む