Tales of a Hustler—Young, Dumb, and Full o Cum

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Tales of a Hustler—Young, Dumb, and Full o CumTales of a Hustler—Yung Dumb and full of CumProlly 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, under 6′, 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”, and maybe just a thin line of stash was considered sexy. Most of my clientele was more into the butch tough guy type—scraggly, muscles, tan, etc. So—I’m just chillin on the couch one night. I wasn’t working the streets too much anymore—between the films, the high dollar hook ups, and part time at the bar, I stayed busy. I was pulling about 4-5 grand a month by now. Besides—at 21 now, I was already considered ‘middle age’. Even the 18 and 19 yo’s in the crew had started bluffing out their age as 15, or 16—-ripe for pickin. Suddenly one of the bois, Connor actually, came flying in the door. “Matt, somebody roughing up Kyle in the parking lot. I jumped up from the couch, took a quick hit on the joint I had just lit, and headed out the door, still barefoot and shirtless. Connor and Dustin followed behind. With a “trot” we get to the lot in just a couple of minutes. Two of the other bois are there as well, and here’s a pretty good sized dude that has a grip on Kyle’s throat. “Oh hell no”, I think to myself. I holler out “Yo dawg—get off him” as I approach I repeat my command “I said get off him dude—or Im gonna end you”. The dude turned his head and looked at me smiling, and punched Kyle in the guts, making him bow over and puke his guts out. With no further warning, I cum up behind the dude, and land my fist on the back of his skull. He immediately let go of his grip on Kyle’s throat, and yanked around facing me. I pulled my arm back to behind my head, and brought forth a crashing blow to the dudes face. Hitting him right above his left eye—it busted, and the b l o o d started pouring down his face. That would have been enough for most—but this dumb ass returned a punch to me, catching my lower lip. “ah fuck no—you are not besting me in front of my bois” I returned another slug to his jaw, quickly recoiled, and delivered three more punches to his eye. He was already swelling up, and now the whole side of his face was dripping inb l o o d. As he grabbed his face with his hands, trying to protect it, I think he figured out he fucked up. But, I didn’t stop. I deliver a hard punch to his guts, and then three more in rapid succession, pushing him back onto his car. Jumping up in the air, I again brought my softball sized fist crashing down on the top of his head. He swayed—almost passing out. From the boxing, I definitely knew how to knock someone out—but I wanted this fucker to suffer. I continued now, with a few left jabs, this time to the left side of his jaw. I was going for the break, but just spit my snot in his face instead. Finally a few of the bois started pulling at me—shouting “that’s enough Taz”, or “fuck Taz, ur fuckin this dude up” I grinned and laughed out loud, like you see an insane dude do in the movies. I pushed back with both elbows, and continued with “get off me dawgs” Two more blows catching the dude in the forehead, instantly raised a bump. (which is very dangerous —seek the nearest ER immediately)With bahis firmaları the dudes face almost totally covered in b l o o d, his head and left eye swollen, I reached back for one final blow. Two quick blows, a left, then a right jab, to the center of his mouth, loosened a tooth. As I came back for the final blow to knock it out, another hand grabbed me. Before I could turn around my arm was yanked down behind my back, and I was slammed into the trunk deck of the dudes car. Almost simultaneously my left arm was grabbed, and brought back to meet my right. In a moment I felt the all too familiar click of handcuffs locking my two arms together. “Oh fuck”The officer yanked me back by the waist of my 501’s (nothing else to grab) and shoved me down to the ground. He momentarily looked at the dude that I had just wasted. He got on his radio and called for the paramedics, stating ‘we’ had a head blow. I spout out “you damm skippy we got a head blow—and some mouth blow too—meed to check that mutherfucker for boi jizz” ! Officer Ramirez jerked around, and pointing at me shouted “you shut the fuck up” I just glared at him. He was usually pretty kewl with us foot soldiers, but this time, I may have fucked up.“Alright, so what happened here”? He addressed the man. “So—I was blowin dude and he came in my mouth” Officer Ramirez and his partner started laughing, along with a couple of the bois. “Well, sir—other than that being i*****l, isn’t that what’s supposed to happen”? “well, usually, but I told him I didn’t do the cum, just blast it on my face”. The officers chuckled some more. “So Taz—what got you here”? “Well, Im chillin at the crib, right. One of the bois comes in and tells me this dude out here roughing up Kyle, there. I runs over and see um, and dude got his fist on Kyle’s throat, and he’s damm near blue. I told him twice to get off him, as Im running up to them, and he keeps his grip. He had his arm pulled back, and by the time I got to him he had gutted Kyle. You can see his puke over there in front of the car. “ Think maybe you got a little extreme”. “Ya, I fucked him up. —football wasn’t all I did in high school” “ What do you mean “? he asked. “Shit –I boxed, and did some teakwando” “Ya, whatever. So sir—do you want to press against this dude here”? “Of course I wanna prosecute that a****l. He’s a nut case” the dude responded. I laugh out loud and shout back at the dude “nut’s huh ?? motherfucker you better be thankful my homies were here—or you’d be dead right now” Officer Ramirez jumped in “I said that was enough from you. Now give me one reason to not run you in” “I was just tryin to defend my 17 yo buddy there. He had his dick in dudes mouth, for some money, and dude grabbed his throat cause Kyle cummed in his mouth . “That little fuck told me he was 21!” I respond back with “you stupid fuck—why you think were’r called hustlers? Dude told you exactly what you wanted to hear—and you went for it, thinking he was just 17—young, dumb, and full o cum” “Your ass is still guilty. And you just admitted to an i*****l trade, lol”. Everyone snickered again;Officer Ramirez asked the man was that about the scope of the situation—getting some 17 yo dick for pay ? “I don’t know what you mean sir—I was just jumped here getting in my car—they got away. These bois here just happened along, and ran the guy off. They were very heroic” Officer Ramirez responded with “damm, that’s the best one I ever heard” Kyle pipes up with “hey—what about my fuckin money—he got my juice!– owes me a C note” Officer Ramirez responded again, with “sorry dude—you gotta kaçak iddaa toss this one, or your going to end up increiminating yourself. With that, as the abulance pulled up, Officer Ramirez stood me up, and un-cuffed me. Pointing in my face he says to me “ do NOT take this shit this far again—got me”? “If it gets this serious, you call 911 and ask for me to respond. “Yes sir, I got ya” “Fine—now you bois get the fuck back to that crib of yours, and I don’t wanna see you out again tonight—got me “? The bois responded yes sir, as I did, but Kyle walked over towards the man. “Sorry dude for cummin in ur mouth—but you was just way good at suckin cock, and you just got me off too fast” and then we started walking back over to the crib, giggling along the way at Kyle’s attempt to publicly embarrass the guy. As I walk around behind Officer Ramirez, I whispered in his ear “yo, come over later and slap those cuffs back on me”. I looked down at my roaring boner, causing him to do the same. I knew I would have to pay up for not going to jail. A few of the bois were quietly complimenting me with ‘damm Taz, and yo dawg—you fucked that motherfuckup ! And “fuck dude, you was scaring us—you nearly killed that guy” “Ya, never seen you like that, dawg”. “You was a fuckin a****l” One even said “Yo Taz–you need some anger management, lol”As we all walk back into the commons area of the crib, Kyle and Dustin head for the kitchen. Connor plops down on the couch, and the other two go for their rooms. I follow, headed for the fridge. Before I got there, Dustin had already pulled out a beer and handed it to me. I flashed him a smile, which he liked more than any verbal ‘thanx’. He told me once—I was so fuckin sex, it made a dude wanna scream”. Kyle stepped between us with an ice pac. I looked at him and said “oh hell dude, I aint fuckin hurt” Kyle, with earnest said back “Ya dawg—you are. He cut ur lip pretty good” I insisted with “damm dude, U ain’t gotta fuckin baby me” The other two dudes were now standing back in their doorways, watching. Kyle insisted, and came back at me “goddamm dude—maybe I wanna baby you ! You take care of us, let us give it back. You know everybody here worships the ground you walk on. Besides, ur sexy as fuck rite now wit that cut lip, and that bruised eye—ur fuckin making me hard yo, and I just wanna fuckin jump you” Connor shouts from the couch “ya dawg—what he said” The two boys in their doorways just shrugged their shoulders, and smirked; “yup” One of them grabbed his dick. I don’t say anything, I just look over at Dustin and kinda shrug my shoulders. He comes at me with “damm it bro—you do that to everybody, ya know—I mean look at ya dawg” as he moves his hand from gripping his dick, showing a full blow 9” boner under his jeans. “You guys are dick whipped—aight–comm-on—take care of me” and led the way to my bedroom, popping the buttons on my 501’s.Kyle lights a joint on the way. We all three jump on the bed, me on my back. I stretch my arms back, locking my hands behind my head, exposing my bushy ripe pits. “Damm dawg—you stink like a fuckin pig” exclaimed Dustin. I grab him by the head, and f o r c e his nose into my right pit. “And you fuckin luv it lil bro—Kyle–check out this fuckin piece of meat” grabbing his rock hard boner. I knew I was loud, cause I could smell myself as we were walking back—prolly what was giving me a boner. Dustin playfully struggles, then brings his hand down on my belly, giving it a hard slap. “OHHH “ I cry out, and buckle up a bit. He jumped up from the bed, and walked to the foot. Yanking kaçak bahis the legs of my jeans, he gets them off with one pull. Damm that boi is strong. He and Kyle are still passing the joint back and forth. Dustin come back up beside me with my beer in hand. He brings it up to my mouth, and as I open he turns it straight up, f or c I n g me to gulp it all down. “Hope you do that with my piss later—when I pull out ur ass–cause I aint lettin up” grins my lil bro. Kyle just said “damm u dudes are nasty”. I shoot Kyle a big grin, and lick my lips. Dustin grabs the base of my dick, pointing it upward with his thumb, while cupping my balls with his hand. Str8 up, 11 hard inches—mushroom head already turning purple. He motions at Kyle to help himself, to my thick slick cock snot, now oozing out of my piss slit, and dripping down to my pubes, unbroken, like a spider web. Just as he gets his head down, and his tongue hits my juice, Connor hollers out from the main room. “Yo Taz,—Officer Ramirez is here”. “What the fuck ?? I jump up from the bed, grabbing a towel from the floor. Wrapping it around me did nothing to hide my boner, sticking straight out. As I pass by the wall mirror I catch a glimps–‘damm Im fuckin pretty in a beach towel’, lol.I open the door anyway—and there stands Officer Ramirez and Officer Johnson. Ramirez grabs me by the shoulders and spins me around. He is a pretty bulky dude. He slaps the cuffs on me again, and says “you knew we had to take you in—right”? I just respond–”ya” As they walk me towards the door, Conner lets out “hey yo—how bout some clothes for the dude”? Officer Johnson responds with–”don’t worry—I think we have a nice grey jumpsuit about a size and a half too small. He will make lots of friends. We walk out to the black and white. Ramirez opens the back door, and pushing my head down, recites the required “watch you head” , and shoves me into the back seat. I kinda giggle, and sat back up. As we pull out of the motel entrance, officer Ramirez says “you know word on the street is it takes about a grand to get that ass of yours”. “Ya—it’s really good” He goes on with “uh uh, that’s what we here. One guy said it was like a 10 yo boi—even a little finger was tite in it” I look through the screen as he is looking at me in the mirror—”Did you ask him how he knew that ”? “Well, officer Johnson and me were thinking, that we might need to check that out, you know—just to verify local inquiries.” I grin through the screen—”so, yal’l gonna take me out in the woods somewhere to ‘check it out’”? Officer Ramirez replied rather cunningly—well, that was kinda the plan—you know—in case someone should ask” He shot back a sly grin at me and continues with “you did say you like it rough, right”? I thought for a moment before I responded—it had just clicked with me what was up. Sheepishly I said “ya—rough n dirty” They both grinned from ear to ear. As we pulled into a narrow dirt road we drove down it about a quarter of a mile. I think it was some kind of access road.As I get up from the back seat of the car, officer Johnson, grabbing me by my upper arm, pulls me back to the trunk deck. The towel now falls from my waist, leaving me totally exposed, nervous, I start pissing all over myself, and the back of the car. He shoves my head onto the trunk deck. I know in the back of my mind now that Im not about to get some cop cock in my mouth—or even my tite jock hole. But I am about to get something. I press my lips tight together, and run my tongue across my upper teeth. I hear the faint ‘snap’ of a billy club being unholsterd. I swallow hard a couple of times, and then feel a thick greasy finger probing my jock hole, and the billy club rubbing on the small of my back, until finally Officer Ramirez says “ready—-punk”? I just responded with “ya”.

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