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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 to Christmas eve. I had found a smaller bar not far from the motel. It wasn't exactly a leather bar, per say, but you didn't find many sissy bois there either. It kinda smelled more like a locker room than leather, and was in fact, just pretty damm nasty. But nasty has one advantage when it come to bars---they got the best food. People came from all over north and east Texas for the hamburgers. And my favorite---the reuben.
So donning my 501's, with the huge mass of my junk captured by a slightly too small jock, cowboy boots, and cowboy jacket (no shirt, so I could still show the abs) I hopped up on a stool to enjoy my Christmas dinner. Oh ya—and a santa hat, :)
There was about 20 people there this lonesome night. Not too cold really, about 50. Mostly divorcees, widowers, and young hustles that lived on the streets with no place to go. The bar was very generous at feeding them from time to time. There was light chatter among most of the patrons, and christmas music softly in the background.
If it weren't for the simple hand painted sign on the fence at the back of the bar, you would never know you were in a gay bar.
Suddenly someone at he bar shouted “all I want for Christmas is a ten inch dick” I looked over at him and kinda smiled and started “so Jerry—is that 10” on ya, or ten inches IN ya” ? Several in the room kinda chuckled a bit. One of the younger hustlers (everybody here was not exactly 18, and even myself was playing the part—claiming to be just 17, cause in this buisness, 21 is old. So anyway—one of them shouts back “you know that old fuck wants that 10” IN his ass” “Another shouts out “hell Id be happy with just seeing a 10” dick. Im sure there's some that really got that—but most turns out to be about 71/2, or maybe 8”
Another of the young guys pipes up “Taz got 10”--or to be precise 10 1/2” I kinda threw a stare across the room as to say “chill dude---Im off tonight” Another older dude came back with “dont believe it---I bet it aint more than 7” The first voice came back with “it's real,—I seen it” I stood up on the foot rest of the bar stool and just kinda grabbed my junk while sucking down the last of my beer. I waved the bottle at the bar keep for another. Another voice came up with “and hey Taz, what's with the cowboy coat with all that fringe hangin on ya “ I responded with “wanted one since I was about 10. After my dad split from my mom, he showed up the next Christmas. I got the coat. Surprised it still fits actually. So, every Christmas I wear it. Not sure if it's because it's Christmas, or because I always wanted one. But either way, I usually end up going home that night with a pocket full of money, cause everybody wants some cowboy in them” And with that I grab my junk again a flashed a really big shit eatin grin.
The chit chat went on for a couple of hours. Finally decided I should head in since I was driving. I get up and say “Im done everybody---Merry Christmas, and I hope you all get some of this young ass in here” I proceeded down the dark hallway towards the boys room. I really like it cause it was like an old truck stop—one long trough instead of those individual urinals. And no walls ! There was one dude already there that I hadn't noticed in the bar. He was standing over towards the right. So I walk up to about the middle of the trough. One thing I was not was shy. I put my left hand up on the wall, and with my right yank my 501's open. I lower down my jock and hold it in place while letting my piss engorged cock start it's powerfull stream. Being full, it was hangin a little bit more than usual. My piss hit the running water in the bottom of the trough so hard that it was splashing out a bit on me. I just grinned and said”damm” with a grin.
Finally the dude next to me speaks “I second that---damm. That is a very impressive cock, Dillion.”
I went ice fucking cold. Who the fuck was this, and how did he know my name. Nervously I respond “Ya it's pretty fuckin big. Just a lucky white boi” “Ya---I hear it was the biggest dick in school” Im starting to almost shake now---the whole time I had been in Dallas I had never used my real name---not even at the motel. Taz was all anybody knew to call me. Well, cept a couple of the boys that stayed at the motel I had finally told my first name. But this dude called my by my last name, and it really scared me. As I finished up pissing, I turn to my right, letting the dude get a good look. Still nervous I says to him “got any cowboy in ya” ?? The dude kinda grin and steps towards me. He reaches out and grabs my cock and balls, and give them an excruciating squeeze . I let out a low groan and exclaimed “yo dude—what the fuck”? The guy just chuckles back and says he hears I was some tough shit. I just said well maybe, but not in the balls, lol.
So finally the dude lets off me, and tells me to “pack up” Then he asks “so Dillion, what the Christmas Eve special to get that 10” deep in my ass”? I was still kinda dazed, cause I didn't know who this fucker was. But I figured I better trick with him, cause he sure knew who I was. “Two hundred---that's good till 6:00 AM” Deal---let's go.
He had walked—so we piled up in the jeep. He stated nice ride, and proceeded to point out turns till we got to his house. Actually it was a garage apartment behind a bigger house—which was pretty cool. It didn't have any lighting around it, and being behind the main house was pretty dark. But we both hopped out and I followed him to the door, with guard fully up.
We walk in and dude hits some lights. “Wanna beer”? “Sure”, I responded. He tosses the beer towards me—lucky I played football, or it would be all over the floor. “Nice catch” He mumbles. “Actually, throwing is my strong suit, I hardly ever have to catch” Dude takes a long suck of his beer, and looks back at me. “Quarterback huh “? He asked me with a slight shit-eatin grin. Im getting a little agitated now so I respond kinda pissed-off “Ya dude—quarterback. You know my street address too “? Dude looks at me and just laughs a bit. “Naa Matthew---I dont know where you live. I was just at one of the play off games back when your school won the state championship. It's an easy name to remember”
“So let me guess—you got quarterback fantasies “? “And by the way—that was ME that won that game, not the school” “So watcha say we get busy with some big quarterback cock and you just tell me where you want it”. With that dude walked over to me dropped to his knees, reached up and yanked my 501's open yank my jock down to my knees, and engulfed my dick into his mouth. I gave him a few seconds to get me warmed up, and get his slobber all over my pubes and balls. I still had my jacket on, so I reached in a pocket and pulled out about half a joint. I grab dudes hair and pull his head down on my dick, while lighting up the joint with my other hand. I hit the joint hard and fast. I wanted a good buzz for this one. On the last pull I blow the smoke out on top of dudes head, and in his face.
He kinda choked up a bit when he inhaled, but I held him in place and just muttered “suck” The dude started to work my cock head really good now. Flexing his throat muscles tite on my big purple mushroom head. It felt really good—specially when he would swirl his tongue across my piss slit. He reached up and gently started cupping my balls. Then ran his hand fro and back between my legs, right up to my ass crack. He came off my cock for a moment, just long enough to say “damm dude---ur a fuckin ape” I kinda chuckled and just said “ya—asides from the horse cock, also had the hairyest legs n ass at school. And ur gonna luv how my hole taste. BTW—your pretty much got to find it with ur tongue, cause it's so dense with hair you can't actually see it”
He swallowed real hard when I said that—maybe he's just a cocksucker and dont care about anything else, especially a greasy ripe hairy jock hole. “So what about it dude—want some famous jock hole on ur tongue”? “It's not many that get that”
“Ya I want it” He got up from his knees and laid down flat on his back on the couch. He placed a pillow under his head, and motioned me to sit on the arm of the couch. LOL, I thought—perfect. I planted my thighs right center of the arm rest, letting my ass hang over to the inside of the couch—right over his face. I kinda looked back over my left shoulder, and just commanded “munch, fag”
Dude went to town probing my hairy hole with his well talented tongue. It was ripe n greasy—prolly hadn't had a shower in about a week :) Wanting to speed things up now, I started tickling my balls and pubes. Between the hairs tickling, and his tongue up my greasy hole—it wasn't going to be long. I jumped up off the couch arm to a str8 up posistion on the floor. “Better stop that dude—or you gonna end up with a mouthful of sompin you prolly don't want” I said with a grin. “And looky here—it's ur lucky day. Head swelled up to a nice purple, slit oozing fuck juice, veins poppin like a junkies arm. Lol I think you got the full blow 11” dawg. So where ya want this massive load of my thick creamy jock juice”?
“In my face. Usually prefer my throat or ass, but I wanna see you nut”.
“No problem, yo. Now start pullin on ur dick, and I'll do the same. Take it easy now, hard grip, slow strokes from ur pubes to just slick over ur head. That's right yo, pull it hard—squeez the fuck outta it”. As I attempted to put the dude over the edge, I began the same technique as I instructed him. Squeezing hard on the upstroke, for cing my ropy slime outta my piss slit. I tapped my head with my middle finger from my left hand—then brought it up to my own mouth for a quick suck of my juice, I reached down to my heavy overloaded balls, and gave them a squeez—just to the point of beginning to hurt. And that was it---BAMM---first rope goes clear across the sofa, hitting the wall on the other side—that was about 7 fuckin feet. Second rope lands on the far couch cushion just between dudes feet. BAMM BAMM 3 more ropes of heavy jock junk leave a stream from dudes fist, still pumping his dick, and trails up his stomach and chest, with finally the last 2 bolts landing on his face, and chin.
Soon as he felt his face covered in my junk, dude blew his own pretty impressive load—hitting him square between the pecs. Not near as big as my shot---but still impressive in it's own right. He had pushed his shoulders up to the arm rest where I was standing—so I immediately grab his hair at the top of his head, and just commanded “open” as I shoved my still half hard cock into his throat.
He greededly started sucking on my still engorged head, and tonguing my piss slit. I bent over his torso, and scooped up a large handfull of my still hot n fresh jock junk. As I pulled my dick quickly from his mouth, I replaced it with 3 fingers, and instructed him to suck them clean. Satisfied, I stuck my dick back into his mouth—still pretty stiff. I figured after the nut, I was still hangin around 7 ½ to 8”. Without asking if he wanted it, or even like it, I began a slow controlled stream of my now super hot jock piss. Hadnt been much all day cept for bud light lime, so Im sure my piss was real tangy and sharp. I kept it sloe so he could gulp it all down. Didnt want to mess up that coca cola red couch. Finally I was done with draining the monster—and just left it there, still in his hot wet mouth. He looked up at me, and I just grinned. Finally saying “had enuff”? “Santa bring you everything you wanted”? He nodded at me so I pulled out. Having never completely stripped down, I yank my 501's back up and stuffed my still wet dick back into my jock, and buttoned up.
I grabbed my cowboy coat, and slung it over my shoulder, heading for the front door. I turn briefly to him and just say “next time, Im tearin up that ass” “Gotta head in now dude—gotta feed some reinboys---I mean reindeer” With a shit eatin grin I hop up into the jeep, and as I pull away from dudes house, give the jeep a hard stomp on the pedal, between 2nd and 3rd, and shout, Merry Christmas Scott , and to all a good cock “
As I drove down the road towards the motel, Im sure that dude was wondering how the fuck I knew his name. LOL
“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 to Christmas eve. I had found a smaller bar not far from the motel. It wasn't exactly a leather bar, per say, but you didn't find many sissy bois there either. It kinda smelled more like a locker room than leather, and was in fact, just pretty damm nasty. But nasty has one advantage when it come to bars---they got the best food. People came from all over north and east Texas for the hamburgers. And my favorite---the reuben.
So donning my 501's, with the huge mass of my junk captured by a slightly too small jock, cowboy boots, and cowboy jacket (no shirt, so I could still show the abs) I hopped up on a stool to enjoy my Christmas dinner. Oh ya—and a santa hat, :)
There was about 20 people there this lonesome night. Not too cold really, about 50. Mostly divorcees, widowers, and young hustles that lived on the streets with no place to go. The bar was very generous at feeding them from time to time. There was light chatter among most of the patrons, and christmas music softly in the background.
If it weren't for the simple hand painted sign on the fence at the back of the bar, you would never know you were in a gay bar.
Suddenly someone at he bar shouted “all I want for Christmas is a ten inch dick” I looked over at him and kinda smiled and started “so Jerry—is that 10” on ya, or ten inches IN ya” ? Several in the room kinda chuckled a bit. One of the younger hustlers (everybody here was not exactly 18, and even myself was playing the part—claiming to be just 17, cause in this buisness, 21 is old. So anyway—one of them shouts back “you know that old fuck wants that 10” IN his ass” “Another shouts out “hell Id be happy with just seeing a 10” dick. Im sure there's some that really got that—but most turns out to be about 71/2, or maybe 8”
Another of the young guys pipes up “Taz got 10”--or to be precise 10 1/2” I kinda threw a stare across the room as to say “chill dude---Im off tonight” Another older dude came back with “dont believe it---I bet it aint more than 7” The first voice came back with “it's real,—I seen it” I stood up on the foot rest of the bar stool and just kinda grabbed my junk while sucking down the last of my beer. I waved the bottle at the bar keep for another. Another voice came up with “and hey Taz, what's with the cowboy coat with all that fringe hangin on ya “ I responded with “wanted one since I was about 10. After my dad split from my mom, he showed up the next Christmas. I got the coat. Surprised it still fits actually. So, every Christmas I wear it. Not sure if it's because it's Christmas, or because I always wanted one. But either way, I usually end up going home that night with a pocket full of money, cause everybody wants some cowboy in them” And with that I grab my junk again a flashed a really big shit eatin grin.
The chit chat went on for a couple of hours. Finally decided I should head in since I was driving. I get up and say “Im done everybody---Merry Christmas, and I hope you all get some of this young ass in here” I proceeded down the dark hallway towards the boys room. I really like it cause it was like an old truck stop—one long trough instead of those individual urinals. And no walls ! There was one dude already there that I hadn't noticed in the bar. He was standing over towards the right. So I walk up to about the middle of the trough. One thing I was not was shy. I put my left hand up on the wall, and with my right yank my 501's open. I lower down my jock and hold it in place while letting my piss engorged cock start it's powerfull stream. Being full, it was hangin a little bit more than usual. My piss hit the running water in the bottom of the trough so hard that it was splashing out a bit on me. I just grinned and said”damm” with a grin.
Finally the dude next to me speaks “I second that---damm. That is a very impressive cock, Dillion.”
I went ice fucking cold. Who the fuck was this, and how did he know my name. Nervously I respond “Ya it's pretty fuckin big. Just a lucky white boi” “Ya---I hear it was the biggest dick in school” Im starting to almost shake now---the whole time I had been in Dallas I had never used my real name---not even at the motel. Taz was all anybody knew to call me. Well, cept a couple of the boys that stayed at the motel I had finally told my first name. But this dude called my by my last name, and it really scared me. As I finished up pissing, I turn to my right, letting the dude get a good look. Still nervous I says to him “got any cowboy in ya” ?? The dude kinda grin and steps towards me. He reaches out and grabs my cock and balls, and give them an excruciating squeeze . I let out a low groan and exclaimed “yo dude—what the fuck”? The guy just chuckles back and says he hears I was some tough shit. I just said well maybe, but not in the balls, lol.
So finally the dude lets off me, and tells me to “pack up” Then he asks “so Dillion, what the Christmas Eve special to get that 10” deep in my ass”? I was still kinda dazed, cause I didn't know who this fucker was. But I figured I better trick with him, cause he sure knew who I was. “Two hundred---that's good till 6:00 AM” Deal---let's go.
He had walked—so we piled up in the jeep. He stated nice ride, and proceeded to point out turns till we got to his house. Actually it was a garage apartment behind a bigger house—which was pretty cool. It didn't have any lighting around it, and being behind the main house was pretty dark. But we both hopped out and I followed him to the door, with guard fully up.
We walk in and dude hits some lights. “Wanna beer”? “Sure”, I responded. He tosses the beer towards me—lucky I played football, or it would be all over the floor. “Nice catch” He mumbles. “Actually, throwing is my strong suit, I hardly ever have to catch” Dude takes a long suck of his beer, and looks back at me. “Quarterback huh “? He asked me with a slight shit-eatin grin. Im getting a little agitated now so I respond kinda pissed-off “Ya dude—quarterback. You know my street address too “? Dude looks at me and just laughs a bit. “Naa Matthew---I dont know where you live. I was just at one of the play off games back when your school won the state championship. It's an easy name to remember”
“So let me guess—you got quarterback fantasies “? “And by the way—that was ME that won that game, not the school” “So watcha say we get busy with some big quarterback cock and you just tell me where you want it”. With that dude walked over to me dropped to his knees, reached up and yanked my 501's open yank my jock down to my knees, and engulfed my dick into his mouth. I gave him a few seconds to get me warmed up, and get his slobber all over my pubes and balls. I still had my jacket on, so I reached in a pocket and pulled out about half a joint. I grab dudes hair and pull his head down on my dick, while lighting up the joint with my other hand. I hit the joint hard and fast. I wanted a good buzz for this one. On the last pull I blow the smoke out on top of dudes head, and in his face.
He kinda choked up a bit when he inhaled, but I held him in place and just muttered “suck” The dude started to work my cock head really good now. Flexing his throat muscles tite on my big purple mushroom head. It felt really good—specially when he would swirl his tongue across my piss slit. He reached up and gently started cupping my balls. Then ran his hand fro and back between my legs, right up to my ass crack. He came off my cock for a moment, just long enough to say “damm dude---ur a fuckin ape” I kinda chuckled and just said “ya—asides from the horse cock, also had the hairyest legs n ass at school. And ur gonna luv how my hole taste. BTW—your pretty much got to find it with ur tongue, cause it's so dense with hair you can't actually see it”
He swallowed real hard when I said that—maybe he's just a cocksucker and dont care about anything else, especially a greasy ripe hairy jock hole. “So what about it dude—want some famous jock hole on ur tongue”? “It's not many that get that”
“Ya I want it” He got up from his knees and laid down flat on his back on the couch. He placed a pillow under his head, and motioned me to sit on the arm of the couch. LOL, I thought—perfect. I planted my thighs right center of the arm rest, letting my ass hang over to the inside of the couch—right over his face. I kinda looked back over my left shoulder, and just commanded “munch, fag”
Dude went to town probing my hairy hole with his well talented tongue. It was ripe n greasy—prolly hadn't had a shower in about a week :) Wanting to speed things up now, I started tickling my balls and pubes. Between the hairs tickling, and his tongue up my greasy hole—it wasn't going to be long. I jumped up off the couch arm to a str8 up posistion on the floor. “Better stop that dude—or you gonna end up with a mouthful of sompin you prolly don't want” I said with a grin. “And looky here—it's ur lucky day. Head swelled up to a nice purple, slit oozing fuck juice, veins poppin like a junkies arm. Lol I think you got the full blow 11” dawg. So where ya want this massive load of my thick creamy jock juice”?
“In my face. Usually prefer my throat or ass, but I wanna see you nut”.
“No problem, yo. Now start pullin on ur dick, and I'll do the same. Take it easy now, hard grip, slow strokes from ur pubes to just slick over ur head. That's right yo, pull it hard—squeez the fuck outta it”. As I attempted to put the dude over the edge, I began the same technique as I instructed him. Squeezing hard on the upstroke, for cing my ropy slime outta my piss slit. I tapped my head with my middle finger from my left hand—then brought it up to my own mouth for a quick suck of my juice, I reached down to my heavy overloaded balls, and gave them a squeez—just to the point of beginning to hurt. And that was it---BAMM---first rope goes clear across the sofa, hitting the wall on the other side—that was about 7 fuckin feet. Second rope lands on the far couch cushion just between dudes feet. BAMM BAMM 3 more ropes of heavy jock junk leave a stream from dudes fist, still pumping his dick, and trails up his stomach and chest, with finally the last 2 bolts landing on his face, and chin.
Soon as he felt his face covered in my junk, dude blew his own pretty impressive load—hitting him square between the pecs. Not near as big as my shot---but still impressive in it's own right. He had pushed his shoulders up to the arm rest where I was standing—so I immediately grab his hair at the top of his head, and just commanded “open” as I shoved my still half hard cock into his throat.
He greededly started sucking on my still engorged head, and tonguing my piss slit. I bent over his torso, and scooped up a large handfull of my still hot n fresh jock junk. As I pulled my dick quickly from his mouth, I replaced it with 3 fingers, and instructed him to suck them clean. Satisfied, I stuck my dick back into his mouth—still pretty stiff. I figured after the nut, I was still hangin around 7 ½ to 8”. Without asking if he wanted it, or even like it, I began a slow controlled stream of my now super hot jock piss. Hadnt been much all day cept for bud light lime, so Im sure my piss was real tangy and sharp. I kept it sloe so he could gulp it all down. Didnt want to mess up that coca cola red couch. Finally I was done with draining the monster—and just left it there, still in his hot wet mouth. He looked up at me, and I just grinned. Finally saying “had enuff”? “Santa bring you everything you wanted”? He nodded at me so I pulled out. Having never completely stripped down, I yank my 501's back up and stuffed my still wet dick back into my jock, and buttoned up.
I grabbed my cowboy coat, and slung it over my shoulder, heading for the front door. I turn briefly to him and just say “next time, Im tearin up that ass” “Gotta head in now dude—gotta feed some reinboys---I mean reindeer” With a shit eatin grin I hop up into the jeep, and as I pull away from dudes house, give the jeep a hard stomp on the pedal, between 2nd and 3rd, and shout, Merry Christmas Scott , and to all a good cock “
As I drove down the road towards the motel, Im sure that dude was wondering how the fuck I knew his name. LOL
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