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On Feb 27, 6:07 pm, odannyoh <[email protected]> wrote: > HUSTLER’S SURPRISE > By Unknown > > My friend George, an actor, begged me to attend his debut performance > in an Off off Broadway show. The play was okay, but I was anxious for > the cur¬tain to drop so George and I could go for a couple of drinks > at the local hole in the wall dive. On our way to the bar, George > stopped to call his lover, and I waited patiently by the side of the > phone booth. While waiting I noticed one of the hot Latin neighborhood > boys walking toward us. He smiled and brushed up against me as he > passed. I turned to watch his rear action as he walked away. He sure > was hot, for a street punk. > He walked to the far corner and, just as I thought he'd go on his way, > he stopped, turned, folded his arms, and looked straight into my eyes. > I knew we were both thinking the same thing. He motioned me towards > him, but I shook him off and turned my attention to George. He finally > finished his call, so we both headed to the bar. > The place was pretty dark, but from our seats in a rear booth I > noticed a lone figure standing against one of the game machines. It > was the street punk! He strut¬ted over to our table with the kind of > cocky walk that sets hustlers apart from everybody else. > "May I buy you a drink?" he asked. > "No," I snapped. "I never accept drinks from strangers." Without > giving him a chance to say anything else, I excused myself and headed > for the men's room. > I was just about finished pissing when my persistent stranger came > through the door. He stood behind me, reached one arm around me, and > grabbed my soft dick. > "Let me shake that for you," he said. Rather than shaking, he was > pulling on my cock. Naturally, it started to get stiff. "And I thought > you weren't interested," he said. > Although I was getting aroused, I was put off by his cocky attitude. I > turned, looked him straight in the eyes, and shot back, "Who says I'm > interested? My dick would get hard if a troll pulled on it." I pushed > him aside and went back to the table. > I quickly downed my vodka and told George I was leaving. The Latino > followed me. No matter what, I was going to ignore this cocksure > little stud. > "Hey," I heard him yell behind me. "My name is Angel." I ignored him. > "I'm sure I'm a better fuck than your friend. Why don't you try me?" > Now I was really pissed. "For one thing," I yelled back, "I don't fuck > my friend. Secondly, I don't pay to fuck anybody!" > He stood silent for a moment and then spoke up. "Who said anything > about pay¬ing for it?" > That was the last thing I expected to hear. Maybe it was time to find > out more. I motioned Angel toward me. > "So what do you want to do?" he said. > I lied and told him I didn't have a place where we could go. He said > he knew a good spot. As we walked he began talking trash. > "I really want to fuck that firm butt of yours. I want you to feel my > eleven incher filling up your butt." > "Eleven inches?" I said incredulously. > "Yeah. Don't you believe me? Here, check it for yourself." > He grabbed my hand and shoved it down his pants. I felt hot meat — > lots of it — but I really couldn't tell if it was eleven inches. We > walked a few blocks and went into one of those sleazy bookstores. > Angel pulled me into one of the peep show booths, loaded the machine > up with quarters, and, before the movie started, he unbuttoned his > jeans and started playing with his cock. > I lifted his shirt and began to suck on his nipples. He moaned as my > tongue slid down his stomach. But before I could get to his rod, he > pulled me back up and shoved his tongue in my mouth. With his other > hand, he opened my pants and began tug¬ging on my stiffer. He moved > from my mouth and started flicking his tongue in my ear. > My jeans had slipped to the floor and Angel took advantage of the > situation. He shoved a finger up my perky butt. "I want to shove my > cock up there. Get on your knees and slick my dick." > In a flash I was kneeling before him, I opened my mouth as wide as > possible and began to suck his dick. I was hotter than hell, but I was > also a bit pissed. Granted, Angel had a nice cock, but it wasn't any > eleven inches. Sure, I wasn't paying Angel for this romp, but I didn't > like being lied to. So I did a little more sucking and then rose. > Angel was trying to push me around so he could put his less than > eleven inch dick up my ass. > "Angel, you lied to me." > "What the fuck are you talking about?" > "Your cock. It's not eleven inches. That's false advertising and now I > want a rebate." > Before he had the chance to respond, I pushed him to his knees and > ordered him to suck my cock. He resisted for a couple of moments, but > once I filled his mouth with my drippy prick he was mine. "Eat it, big > man. Eat my fucking cock." > Angel grasped my ass cheeks and pulled me into his mouth. God, his > tongue worked its many wonders on my dick. He sucked, licked, nipped, > and tongued my prick like no one ever had before. As he ate my meat, > he started swatting my butt. God, I loved that. His slaps on my cheeks > made me ram my dick as deep into his throat as I could go. I was > pretty close to coming when I heard someone pound on the booth door. > "What's going on in there? Drop some quarters or get the fuck out." > Angel didn't miss a beat. He handed me some quarters and I shoved them > in the machine. The screen flickered, the prick outside shut up, and I > got back to the business at hand. My orgasm was coming, there was no > way I could hold off much longer. Angel sucked me furiously and my > cock emptied itself in a series of long, spine chilling shots. Wad > after wad poured into my Latin buddy's mouth. In a flash, I pulled my > dick out of his mouth, shoved it in my pants, zipped up, and left the > booth. > An ugly slob was standing outside; he was wearing one of those aprons > filled with quarters. He looked me up and down and said, "Only one > person to a booth. Can't you read?" > "Fuck off, asshole," I said as I brushed him aside. > I started walking up the block when Angel caught up to me. "Hey, > buddy," he called out, "let's go for a drink." > "I think I've given you enough to drink for one night," I said as I > walked away.
