PATRON SAINT OF HUSTLERS

 
Those wonderful working dudes

Westheimer becomes a nightmare after dark when all the Johns are cruising in their cars, going around the block looking for male hookers

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By Saint Richard de Orizaba, Bishop of the Our Lady of the Streets Basilica.

My lawyer Preston tells me that I am the Patron Saint of hustlers. Yes, they come to my basilica of Our Lady of the Streets looking for comfort, food and money. They think that I can wash away their sins with the holy water of my lust. They also want some kind of sexual fulfillment as they struggle with their sexual identity looking for validation. Most of these guys are really losers. Most of them are as dim witted and dumb as shit. But they have a certain charm, a very basic sensuality that comes through and makes them desirable.

I must have picked up at least a couple of dozen hustlers in a short period of time. Most of them were cute but they all had their baggage. Some more than others; there were some that had more baggage than Samsonite. But all in all, I had no incidents except for this once when a very greedy hustler tried to shake me down for some more dough. I even had one threaten me with blackmail and I just laughed at him hysterically…I mean, who in Texas doesn’t know that Richard de Orizaba is a big, flaming, cock sucking fag who likes to fuck hustlers with his 12 inch cock?

He was really chunky, not what you would expect of a hustler. Yes he was a hunk, and yes he was not skinny, so when I met him, he told me his name and I soon erased it from my mind because I had already baptized him with the name “Chunky” in the holy waters of my imagination.

I met Chunky during one of my ventures cruising the streets of Houston. First I passed by the bus station a couple of times. I suppose it was too early and there were a couple of winos and a few of the regulars I had seen before. All were the types that life had chewed and spit them out. Some were the phlegm of society, they looked unattractive and dangerous. I would not pick up any of them no matter how horny or desperate I was.

Then I drove by the park and it was similar there. Just a few joggers and health nuts doing their late afternoon exercise routines. Finally I drove over to Westheimer and it was a lot livelier. The guys were already walking up and down the street in hopes of either finding a trick or some John to pay for their rent. Ideally, they wanted some sugar daddy situation. Most would waste their youth in this pursuit.

But Chunky was different. I spotted him sitting on a bus bench and he even looked like he was waiting for the bus. If I didn’t know the neighborhood I would swear that is exactly what he was doing. I drove twice and he looked. He was somewhat aloof, so I drove by one more time and this time he and I really locked eyes; then a faint smile appeared on his face. I then drove around the corner and he actually got up from the bench and started to walk towards the corner. I saw it in the rear view mirror and instead of stopping halfway down the block to wait for him, I went around one more time and when I was on the street as he was about to cross the alley, I stopped the car and rolled down the window. He came over and he said: “what are you up to?” “I’m just cruising around looking for some action”. I answered.

“Are you up for a drink, let’s go somewhere” he said. I told him to get in, and he did. He introduced himself, I think he said Gerald or Gerry or something similar. So I said: “would you rather come to my house and we can have some drinks and something to eat? I have this beef stew in the Crockpot since this morning and it smells scrumptious” “Oh, ok, that sounds like a plan”

On our way to my bayou house, he was telling me all this bullshit about how he had just broken up with his girlfriend and she had kicked him out, he was crashing at some dude’s house who was this crazy mother fucker Nazi and he wanted out of there, how he had for the first time in his life experienced hunger, etc, blah, blah, blah.

Of course I was just waiting for him to suggest a sexual encounter in exchange for money. But Chunky never got to that. All he said to me was that he came with me because he could tell I was a nice guy and that on top of that I was very good looking. At least Chunky had good taste, now let’s see if he tastes good.

I just plain came out and asked him: “Are you straight or gay for pay?” As I groped my crotch. He said: “I think I consider myself bisexual”. Good, I thought. “So you have no problem with me being a cock sucker?” We were about to reach the off ramp on 45 and he said: “No, shit no, as a matter of fact, I would welcome any advances”

That is when I put my hand on his thigh and he grabbed it and guided it to his crotch, which was already constricting and enveloping a very hard, large dick. We got to my house after I superficially caressed his crotch, then he did the same for me and his reaction was to say: “Holy mother of God that is one big mother fucking ding dong you have”. I was amused.

I was somewhat surprised that he didn’t ask me for money right up front, which is the reason I thought I could bring him home. Otherwise, I would have just gotten a cheap room at a motel nearby. But I saw in Chunky a dumb but sweet kid. I kind of liked his attitude, his personality. And he was more than ok in the looks department. His face was almost angelical. He had a normal body, of course it was firm as most 19 year olds would be but he wasn’t a body builder or a physique fanatic. As a matter of fact, he was very much impressed with mine. He thought I had a fantastic build. When you put my arms next to his, I guess I easily have twice as much in the bicep department and his chest is just normal, no hair and when I finally got to the house, we just undressed right away, he was really hot to trot…I suppose it is a hormonal thing at that age.

I pulled out his dick and to my disappointment; it was cut and not too big. But Chunky had a very nice ass. Not a total loss, I thought.

With Chunky, there was no need for much persuasion; we were in the bedroom in less than five minutes after we got in my house and he was on his knees without me even encouraging him.

So I said to him: “Listen, we won’t do anything you don’t want to do, but I only have one request, and that is that you let me suck you off when you are ready to shoot your wad”. He said: “Isn’t that gross?” I said: “No, to some of us, that is one of the best things about sex, you should try it” And he said: “I think I much rather have that big cock of yours up my ass”.

So now that I knew what we were going to do, I started to suck him and eventually I turned him around and began to rim his pretty ass; he loved it so much that he was starting to make sounds like indicating he was about to shoot his load, so I asked him and he said he was close. I turned him around again and I went down on him and he shot his wad the moment my mouth surrounded his cut dick. “Oh, shit, oh fuck, oh I’m cumming...ah, ah, ah, aaaaaaahhhh” and he shot one of the biggest wads I had ever had in my mouth.

“Now, you can fuck me, but take it easy, I don’t get it up the ass often, as a matter of fact you are going to be the second one to do that to me, and the first guy was half the size you are” so I primed him some more with my tongue then with my fingers. When I was absolutely certain that he was relaxed enough, I began to push the head and Chunky said: “yes, that is it, push it in, oh, my God, oh, fuck, oh sweet Jesus, that is one gigantic dick, oh, oh, yes, fuck my ass, yes, fuck it, harder, harder, fuck me”.

There you have it. I was just pumping away and increasing the speed as the passion began to build inside of me. Chunky told me that he never wanted it to end, it was that good. But eventually it had to as I could take no more stimulation from the tight ass and the sight of this beautiful young guy under me with his legs all spread out. He then said that he was about to cum again and I bent enough to catch it with my mouth. He went wild this time again. I had his sweet cum in my mouth and couldn’t hold my orgasm any longer. “Oh, shit, oh, oh, I’m gonna shoot” He interrupted and said, “take it out, I want to eat your cum” so I did and he took all of it and he swallowed it. “That was not that bad, not gross at all: He said.

We ate dinner and we must have made love almost all night. I asked him if he wanted to hang around with me the next day and we kind of hit it off right away. I thought he was sweet and helpful. I didn’t have to ask him to do anything and he was clearing the table, making himself useful. He even took out the garbage. He fed Queeny and petted her. The bitch (Queenie is a male dog who thinks he is female) just loved Chunky.

So he accompanied me the next day and we ran all my errands and then I invited him to lunch. During the conversation he told me he didn’t know what he was going to do but he wanted to go to school and be a photographer or a cook. I told him then that he could sleep in the upstairs bedroom, no strings attached and he could then take the time to think about what he was going to do.

In the meantime, Chunky made himself useful. He was tending the garden, cleaning the pool and even cooking which he didn’t do very well. I told him if he wanted to; there was an Adult Education Program in Pasadena where he could take cooking classes. That is exactly what he did and he stuck with it long enough to get a certificate and the school found him a good job in Galveston. He eventually got an apartment and moved out, but he remained a good friend. I know I can call on him for anything and he will be over come hell or high water. So, being the Patron Saint of Hustlers, you also get their devotion and they get to even worship you.

One last thing: I don’t call him Chunky any more. His name is Gerald Hunt.