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It was a hot Saturday morning in Texas, late September. Only three of us now left at the house; myself, My lil bro Dustin, and Hunter. Hunter had been promised a job at the lake, so he too would be gone in a few weeks. Dustin had already asked me could we go home. So---life on the streets was coming to a close.
We jumped out and started skating towards the parking lot a block from the motel. As we approach the area, we see a young dude also on a skateboard, looks like he's being bullied. As we get closer, I see that it is Joey—our young little friend that we got into boxing, and won his silver gloves in bantam weight at his first meet. I motion for the bois to hang back--”lets see what he does”.
As the bully, someone we had not seen before, started chanting at Joey 'soldier boi—soldier boy' and Joey casually skating in a circle around him, the bully finally reaches out and knocks him off his skateboard. With a couple of sc****d elbows Joey gets up, and hops back on his board. The dude comes at him again, but this time Joey responds with a quick right cross to his throat, almost choking him to death. Without pause, he then follows up with a left hook to the side of his head, and knocks his ass out with one blow, just as he did the dude at the Silver Gloves tournament earlier in the year. Damm, that little fucker can throw a punch. After a few minutes, the dude come to, still laying on the pavement. Now sitting on his belly, Joey grabs the dude by the hair, and pulling his head up towards him, delivers another crashing blow to the dudes head. BAMM---knocks his ass out again.
The dude comes too again, but this time Joey gives him enough time to raise his arms to defend his face, and he just says “what the fuck dude---I was just funkin with you” Joey responds with “maybe I don't like being fucked with” and for the third time now clocks the dude in the same spot on the side of his head, and—you guessed it---knocks his ass out again. Taking a quick look around us, Joey motions for us to help drag the dude across the parking lot to the tree grove at the end. We plop the dude down on the ground, and wait for his waking again. Finally, he comes too again. I motion at Joey to hold up before he hurts the fucker. Joey walks up and grabs the dudes hair again, and pulls him towards him, till his face was in Joey's crotch. “And now mother fucker, ur gonna suck my dick” We all light up in shock—we hadn't taught him that, and Joey was now bordering on being the bully himself. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit though---”Yo dawg—how does it feel to get ur ass clocked by a 14 y o ?? “
Dude looks at me with a surprise expression on his face--”Yep, 14 years old. Silver Gloves dude— big dick, and a bad attitude---ur in fro some shit, and we gonna sit back and watch” With that clue, Joey pulls back his right arm, and pops the dude in the mouth—just enough to bust it and make it
b l e e d. “I said suck my fucking dick, bitch” The dude, in terror now, yanks Joey's gym shorts down, and gobbles up Joey's dick like a pro. He apparently was doing a good job, cause Joey started arching his back backwards, and groaning a bit. Still holding on to the dudes hair, he starts pumping his dick into the dudes mouth---”suck fag, suck me deep” The bois and me just grinned at each other, while Joey made use of his new found 'friend'.
I allowed it to got on simply because of the years of bullying that Joey had endured, and this dude was obviously several years older than him, and should not have been picking on him to start with. Finally Joey grabs the dude by both hands, and shoving his dick down the dudes throat, bust's his nut into his belly. I could see from Joey's face that it was a big load, and I detected a somewhat evil grin that showed he enjoyed what was happening.
Joey came up off the dude, and told him to give his drivers license. Kinda odd we thought. The dude complies, and Joey skates off, saying he would be right back. Upon returning, about 10 minutes later, he hands the license back to the dude. “So, 'Jake”, now I got ur name and address—and you can write down ur phone on this paper. I will be calling you now, from time to time, to come meet me here, and you will take me places, and buy me stuff, and suck my dick. You are now my punk, and you will answer me every time. If you fail---I will call the cops, and tell them that you bullied and scared me into letting you suck my 14 year old dick, right there behind those trees. And as you see—I got three witnesses. You also promised me twenty bucks, but you took off without paying up. I will tell the cops that I busted my nut in your mouth, so you got my juice, and my DNA is now in ur guts, and I want my twenty bucks. Corse what will really happen is, they will come get you and haul your ass to jail. So—not only did you get ur ass stomped by a 14 yo, but punked out as well. I notice on your drivers license that you are 19 yo---that's sad dawg. You need to get urself a set of weights, or grow some hair on ur ass, or sompin.
Dustin and Hunter and me just stare at each other, with our mouths open, We had NOT taught that shit to Joey. It seems that he had made some new friends somewhere that we didn't know about. I would have a talk with him later.
With that Joey does a circle motion with his hand in the air, and we all follow him to Jerry's grill like he was some ring leader now, lol. It was cute—so I just let him have his day. As we are munchin down on burgers and shakes, Joey finally ask's “Matthew—why did that dude keep calling me soldier b o y”?
I explain to Joey that it was an old skewl term, referring to hustlers. “HUH” Joey looked confused. “Dudes that sell their dicks on the street to dirty old men” Joey, looking amazed replies “they do that”. I couldn't lie, or deflect Joey with some bull shit, so I explained to him. “Dudes that hang on the streets, or corners were called soldiers, or foot soldiers because they 'marched' up and down the block looking for a rich dude to come by and pick them up. They would go somewhere and the guy would pay them to suck their dick, or sometimes to fuck them if allowed. If the hustler became a repeat thing for the rich dude, then he might say to his friends that he had a 'toy soldier', or today he might call you a boy toy---same thing”
Joey pondered the education, then taking a long pull of his shake, looked at me and said, “I get it---that's what you guys do, huh”? I replied sheepishly “You figured it out, huh”? “Ya—I wondered how you guys got your money—and the twins ?? “Ya the twins too—often together”. “So how much can a soldier make”? “A good hustler that stays in good shape, and looks hot as fuck, and of course is young, can pull hundreds to even thousands of dollars a week. I my self also makes porn—which is an easy couple of thousand for a weekend.”
“Oh holy fuck me right in front of my mom !! Are you fuckin shittin me ??? Man I would eat a dudes shit for a thousand dollars.” ! I just grin at Joey, and he goes on “hey—could you guys---” I cut him off in mid sentence, “no. aint happening. You are too young, plus I don't want to see you get into that lifestyle. Easy in, hard to get out. Although I do it myself, I dont condone it. And by the way, you need to dump that smoking---you can't smoke, and be a good athlete. And don't even think about no dope. If I hear of you getting into any kind of dope, I will come and stomp your ass myself----you got me boi”? Joey paused for a while, not responding, just looking down, and slowly sucking on his milkshake. Eager for his answer, I reared back with my leg, and plowed my big ass sized 13 foot into the corner of Joey's chair. I think it scared the shit out of him, which is what I wanted. He snapped to and responded “Ya dawg—I fuckin got you”
I look him serious in the face and tell him “Im fuckin serious little dawg---I have given you everythingI have fuckin made you—and those are my terms in return. You will stay clean, fight hard and honest, and get an education. There are no exceptions---those are my terms” Unprovoked Joey responded with “yes sir”. It was kinda cute the way he said it, but I think for that moment he realized that there was an age difference, and in spite of being friends,and I totally dug him, that I was still the adult, and he was still the k I d. “And by the way—clean up that fuckin mouth”. Joey flashed me a smile, and a chuckle, at me using my dirty mouth to tell him to clean his up---then flashed me the bird.
It was still pretty early in the day—about noon. Deciding it was too early to start 'work', me and the bois headed back to the crib. I told Joey we would see him later. I plop down on the couch, and Dustin fetches a beer for everyone. Dustin starts up with “man, where did Joey get all that shit—we didn't teach him that stuff”. I look up and reply, “I dunno, but I'm gonna find out” As I take a deep suck on my beer, Dustin continues, “You know, it was really kinda turning me on—he's turned out to be one badd ass hot little fuck” “Don't even think about it Dustin” Dustin blushes, but goes on with “Na Matthew---I would never. But I can remember back at the skate park—you know, I got bullied a few times when you or Kelso weren't around. I remember this one dude---can't remember his name—but I fantasized him grabbing me by my hair, before the mohawk, and just shoving his dick in my mouth and making me suck him off. I ain't even sucked a dick yet—but I knew I wanted it, and hard. Fuck man, (grabbing his now hard dick inside his gym shorts), sometimes I just wish somebody would grab me, like in the back ally, and just fuck my shit up. I mean pain—unforgiving pain, and B l o o d. Damm yo—what's in this dope ?
Hunter and me just look at each other, and I softly reply to my lil bro “chill out lil bro---ur starting to worry me”. I have had that happen—and when it's real, you wish there was a way out. They fucked me up real good—I was bruised and swollen for weeks. Dustin flashes a glare at me and responds “No Matthew, Im fuckin serious. I need somebody to fuck me up” like a heroin addict having withdrawals. I could see it in him actually---it's been building for years. Like a d**g, the rough sex wasn't getting it anymore. He needed unplanned, unprovoked v io l e n c e.
Someone to give it the way he wanted, and didn't care. No limits, no safe words, and no way out. It was what we used to call in the trade, “maximus performace” , and as a hustler, usually meant very high dollar, sometimes 4 digits, and very high risks .
I looked over at Hunter, and said lets go back down to the bookstore. I said for him and Dustin to go ahead, and I would meet them in a few. They agreed, and I headed for my bedroom, for my secret 'black book' . This was the book where I kept numbers for some of the highest dollar hustlers, and clients in all of the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. I called the two black dudes that I had a throw down with a few weeks ago. I explained the situation on what my bro was hungry for, and how it had been building for years. How I wanted a natural location—like the bookstore, and no limits to the performance. I offered them a grand for the gig---and they agreed. I also offered another grand for someone to film it. They said they could arrange that too. We agreed to meet up at the book store in about an hour. By filming the scene---it would be the biggest over the top porn ever made---and we were going to be rich.
If you recall a few stories ago, I talked about hybristophilia---I was definitely getting it.
It was a hot Saturday morning in Texas, late September. Only three of us now left at the house; myself, My lil bro Dustin, and Hunter. Hunter had been promised a job at the lake, so he too would be gone in a few weeks. Dustin had already asked me could we go home. So---life on the streets was coming to a close.
We jumped out and started skating towards the parking lot a block from the motel. As we approach the area, we see a young dude also on a skateboard, looks like he's being bullied. As we get closer, I see that it is Joey—our young little friend that we got into boxing, and won his silver gloves in bantam weight at his first meet. I motion for the bois to hang back--”lets see what he does”.
As the bully, someone we had not seen before, started chanting at Joey 'soldier boi—soldier boy' and Joey casually skating in a circle around him, the bully finally reaches out and knocks him off his skateboard. With a couple of sc****d elbows Joey gets up, and hops back on his board. The dude comes at him again, but this time Joey responds with a quick right cross to his throat, almost choking him to death. Without pause, he then follows up with a left hook to the side of his head, and knocks his ass out with one blow, just as he did the dude at the Silver Gloves tournament earlier in the year. Damm, that little fucker can throw a punch. After a few minutes, the dude come to, still laying on the pavement. Now sitting on his belly, Joey grabs the dude by the hair, and pulling his head up towards him, delivers another crashing blow to the dudes head. BAMM---knocks his ass out again.
The dude comes too again, but this time Joey gives him enough time to raise his arms to defend his face, and he just says “what the fuck dude---I was just funkin with you” Joey responds with “maybe I don't like being fucked with” and for the third time now clocks the dude in the same spot on the side of his head, and—you guessed it---knocks his ass out again. Taking a quick look around us, Joey motions for us to help drag the dude across the parking lot to the tree grove at the end. We plop the dude down on the ground, and wait for his waking again. Finally, he comes too again. I motion at Joey to hold up before he hurts the fucker. Joey walks up and grabs the dudes hair again, and pulls him towards him, till his face was in Joey's crotch. “And now mother fucker, ur gonna suck my dick” We all light up in shock—we hadn't taught him that, and Joey was now bordering on being the bully himself. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit though---”Yo dawg—how does it feel to get ur ass clocked by a 14 y o ?? “
Dude looks at me with a surprise expression on his face--”Yep, 14 years old. Silver Gloves dude— big dick, and a bad attitude---ur in fro some shit, and we gonna sit back and watch” With that clue, Joey pulls back his right arm, and pops the dude in the mouth—just enough to bust it and make it
b l e e d. “I said suck my fucking dick, bitch” The dude, in terror now, yanks Joey's gym shorts down, and gobbles up Joey's dick like a pro. He apparently was doing a good job, cause Joey started arching his back backwards, and groaning a bit. Still holding on to the dudes hair, he starts pumping his dick into the dudes mouth---”suck fag, suck me deep” The bois and me just grinned at each other, while Joey made use of his new found 'friend'.
I allowed it to got on simply because of the years of bullying that Joey had endured, and this dude was obviously several years older than him, and should not have been picking on him to start with. Finally Joey grabs the dude by both hands, and shoving his dick down the dudes throat, bust's his nut into his belly. I could see from Joey's face that it was a big load, and I detected a somewhat evil grin that showed he enjoyed what was happening.
Joey came up off the dude, and told him to give his drivers license. Kinda odd we thought. The dude complies, and Joey skates off, saying he would be right back. Upon returning, about 10 minutes later, he hands the license back to the dude. “So, 'Jake”, now I got ur name and address—and you can write down ur phone on this paper. I will be calling you now, from time to time, to come meet me here, and you will take me places, and buy me stuff, and suck my dick. You are now my punk, and you will answer me every time. If you fail---I will call the cops, and tell them that you bullied and scared me into letting you suck my 14 year old dick, right there behind those trees. And as you see—I got three witnesses. You also promised me twenty bucks, but you took off without paying up. I will tell the cops that I busted my nut in your mouth, so you got my juice, and my DNA is now in ur guts, and I want my twenty bucks. Corse what will really happen is, they will come get you and haul your ass to jail. So—not only did you get ur ass stomped by a 14 yo, but punked out as well. I notice on your drivers license that you are 19 yo---that's sad dawg. You need to get urself a set of weights, or grow some hair on ur ass, or sompin.
Dustin and Hunter and me just stare at each other, with our mouths open, We had NOT taught that shit to Joey. It seems that he had made some new friends somewhere that we didn't know about. I would have a talk with him later.
With that Joey does a circle motion with his hand in the air, and we all follow him to Jerry's grill like he was some ring leader now, lol. It was cute—so I just let him have his day. As we are munchin down on burgers and shakes, Joey finally ask's “Matthew—why did that dude keep calling me soldier b o y”?
I explain to Joey that it was an old skewl term, referring to hustlers. “HUH” Joey looked confused. “Dudes that sell their dicks on the street to dirty old men” Joey, looking amazed replies “they do that”. I couldn't lie, or deflect Joey with some bull shit, so I explained to him. “Dudes that hang on the streets, or corners were called soldiers, or foot soldiers because they 'marched' up and down the block looking for a rich dude to come by and pick them up. They would go somewhere and the guy would pay them to suck their dick, or sometimes to fuck them if allowed. If the hustler became a repeat thing for the rich dude, then he might say to his friends that he had a 'toy soldier', or today he might call you a boy toy---same thing”
Joey pondered the education, then taking a long pull of his shake, looked at me and said, “I get it---that's what you guys do, huh”? I replied sheepishly “You figured it out, huh”? “Ya—I wondered how you guys got your money—and the twins ?? “Ya the twins too—often together”. “So how much can a soldier make”? “A good hustler that stays in good shape, and looks hot as fuck, and of course is young, can pull hundreds to even thousands of dollars a week. I my self also makes porn—which is an easy couple of thousand for a weekend.”
“Oh holy fuck me right in front of my mom !! Are you fuckin shittin me ??? Man I would eat a dudes shit for a thousand dollars.” ! I just grin at Joey, and he goes on “hey—could you guys---” I cut him off in mid sentence, “no. aint happening. You are too young, plus I don't want to see you get into that lifestyle. Easy in, hard to get out. Although I do it myself, I dont condone it. And by the way, you need to dump that smoking---you can't smoke, and be a good athlete. And don't even think about no dope. If I hear of you getting into any kind of dope, I will come and stomp your ass myself----you got me boi”? Joey paused for a while, not responding, just looking down, and slowly sucking on his milkshake. Eager for his answer, I reared back with my leg, and plowed my big ass sized 13 foot into the corner of Joey's chair. I think it scared the shit out of him, which is what I wanted. He snapped to and responded “Ya dawg—I fuckin got you”
I look him serious in the face and tell him “Im fuckin serious little dawg---I have given you everythingI have fuckin made you—and those are my terms in return. You will stay clean, fight hard and honest, and get an education. There are no exceptions---those are my terms” Unprovoked Joey responded with “yes sir”. It was kinda cute the way he said it, but I think for that moment he realized that there was an age difference, and in spite of being friends,and I totally dug him, that I was still the adult, and he was still the k I d. “And by the way—clean up that fuckin mouth”. Joey flashed me a smile, and a chuckle, at me using my dirty mouth to tell him to clean his up---then flashed me the bird.
It was still pretty early in the day—about noon. Deciding it was too early to start 'work', me and the bois headed back to the crib. I told Joey we would see him later. I plop down on the couch, and Dustin fetches a beer for everyone. Dustin starts up with “man, where did Joey get all that shit—we didn't teach him that stuff”. I look up and reply, “I dunno, but I'm gonna find out” As I take a deep suck on my beer, Dustin continues, “You know, it was really kinda turning me on—he's turned out to be one badd ass hot little fuck” “Don't even think about it Dustin” Dustin blushes, but goes on with “Na Matthew---I would never. But I can remember back at the skate park—you know, I got bullied a few times when you or Kelso weren't around. I remember this one dude---can't remember his name—but I fantasized him grabbing me by my hair, before the mohawk, and just shoving his dick in my mouth and making me suck him off. I ain't even sucked a dick yet—but I knew I wanted it, and hard. Fuck man, (grabbing his now hard dick inside his gym shorts), sometimes I just wish somebody would grab me, like in the back ally, and just fuck my shit up. I mean pain—unforgiving pain, and B l o o d. Damm yo—what's in this dope ?
Hunter and me just look at each other, and I softly reply to my lil bro “chill out lil bro---ur starting to worry me”. I have had that happen—and when it's real, you wish there was a way out. They fucked me up real good—I was bruised and swollen for weeks. Dustin flashes a glare at me and responds “No Matthew, Im fuckin serious. I need somebody to fuck me up” like a heroin addict having withdrawals. I could see it in him actually---it's been building for years. Like a d**g, the rough sex wasn't getting it anymore. He needed unplanned, unprovoked v io l e n c e.
Someone to give it the way he wanted, and didn't care. No limits, no safe words, and no way out. It was what we used to call in the trade, “maximus performace” , and as a hustler, usually meant very high dollar, sometimes 4 digits, and very high risks .
I looked over at Hunter, and said lets go back down to the bookstore. I said for him and Dustin to go ahead, and I would meet them in a few. They agreed, and I headed for my bedroom, for my secret 'black book' . This was the book where I kept numbers for some of the highest dollar hustlers, and clients in all of the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. I called the two black dudes that I had a throw down with a few weeks ago. I explained the situation on what my bro was hungry for, and how it had been building for years. How I wanted a natural location—like the bookstore, and no limits to the performance. I offered them a grand for the gig---and they agreed. I also offered another grand for someone to film it. They said they could arrange that too. We agreed to meet up at the book store in about an hour. By filming the scene---it would be the biggest over the top porn ever made---and we were going to be rich.
If you recall a few stories ago, I talked about hybristophilia---I was definitely getting it.
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