Like working boys everywhere you have to know how to handle them
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By Richard de Orizaba
I
have had a love-hate relationship with hustlers ever since I can
remember. Preston my lawyer says that I am “The Patron Saint of
Hustlers”.
One
would think that being young, good looking by all accounts, some have
even said that I am “drop-dead gorgeous” and having a cock the size of
mine that I would not ever have to pay for sex. Well, not until I reach
my sixties and seventies. But that is not the case.
I think that it is a mind thing with me. These hustlers for the most part 
are
really gay only they don’t want to admit it. They think that by selling
their bodies they find the excuse to actually have sex with another
male and it is usually a person that is at a disadvantage as compared to
them. It could be that they are too old or too ugly. Some are not well
endowed and seek hustlers to provide them with the sexual
satisfaction…having a big cock up their ass gives them a lot of
pleasure.
are
really gay only they don’t want to admit it. They think that by selling
their bodies they find the excuse to actually have sex with another
male and it is usually a person that is at a disadvantage as compared to
them. It could be that they are too old or too ugly. Some are not well
endowed and seek hustlers to provide them with the sexual
satisfaction…having a big cock up their ass gives them a lot of
pleasure.
Whatever
the case may be, I am not in one of those categories. With me it has to
do more with having control, to be able to lure these cats into my bed
and then because they expect remuneration I get to enjoy them and
partake of their bodies. Sex with these guys is usually very good and it
has some advantages; like I don’t have to spend hours in a dirty, seedy
tearoom or drinking and smoking in a sleazy bar.
Since
rejection is not an option, these guys are more than happy to go with a
dude like me. Why? Because I am young and pretty and because I have a
big cock these hustlers are then tempted to reverse roles and want to
bottom. Those are the ones I enjoy the most. There isn’t a more
satisfying sexual experience than to have a very masculine cat in bed
with you and when you expect him to try to fuck you in the ass; he then
begs to get fucked. I think this is also the case with these body
builders. I enjoy fucking them in the ass as well.
I
am often asked why I have a fascination with armpits and the fetish I
have for these. It is not just the visual. I love to see a guy with a
nice body and black, thick armpit hair. But there is also the sense of
smell. If a guy is a little on the “ripe” side, most people would be
grossed out, reject him or order him to go and shower. But my experience
tells me that those are the ones that energize my lust and drive me
crazy. Then of course, once I get to lick these pits there is a very
peculiar and enduring taste. It is a combination of sweet and salty. I
can’t describe it well; I only know that when I lick one of these guys
it is almost enough to make me have a spontaneous orgasm.
I
was on my way to visit the cathedral in Seville and there he was. This
one youth was barefoot and wearing dirty clothes. We locked eyes and I
knew instantly he was on the prowl. I looked at my shoes and one of my
sneakers was untied. I knelt, and I started to tie my shoe. That was
fortuitous because he got up and walked over to me and said: “Me pudiera
prestart un duro?” (Can you spare a buck?)
I answered: “I tell you what, I can spare a lot more than that, but you are going to have to work for it”
He said: “what is it you want me to do?”
Me- “For starters, you can be my guide and join me for lunch after I visit the cathedral”
He said: “My name is José María”
Me- “I’m Ricardo. Why don’t you wear shoes?”
José- “Oh, I have these thongs over there but they are not very comfortable and in this heat, they get very stinky”
Me- “I see, don’t you work?”
José- “Not right now, I am on vacation from school and I have to make money so I can go back in the fall”
Me-
“There is a store over on the other street, why don’t we go over there
and get you some decent clothes…consider it a loan” I didn’t want to
hurt his pride but I didn’t want to be seen with someone so shabby
either.
José- “But I am not going to be able to pay you back”
Me- “We’ll see about that…there are many ways you can make yourself useful, you know”
José- “I’m not going to have to do anything weird am I?”
Me-
“Now, do I look like some kind of freak? I have offered to buy you
clothes and give you a very short job as a tour guide, what else would I
want to do?”
José- “Oh, I don’t know I get a lot of tourists who want to do strange things and I don’t go for that shit”
Me-
“Hey, the worst that can happen is that I ask you to go to bed with me,
and I understand if you refuse. It is not part of the deal”
José-
“At least we understand each other” and off we went on to the side
street and I bought him a very nice shirt, a pair of pants and some
cheap moccasin sneakers. He was thrilled.
Me- Now, let’s go to the cathedral, I want to take a look inside, do you know much about it? You can tell me as we visit”
José-
“Oh, for sure, every kid that goes to school in this city and all of
Spain for that matter has to learn all about the history and the
architecture of our country”
We
went in and sure enough, the guy had a dearth of information and
knowledge of the history and the statistics of the cathedral. He even
knew all the dates by heart and it was as if he had been a tour guide
before. We were in there for about two hours and when we came out I
suggested we should get some lunch. But I wanted him to pick the place
as it is usually those who are locals the ones who know of the best
restaurants.
He
took me to a hole in the wall, off the beaten path. Certainly this
restaurant was not a place where tourists went but the food was
extraordinary and the service even better. José was good at conversation
and he had a very thick Andalusian accent. But the guy was charming and
so very good looking.
The
lunch revealed that José was somewhat cultured and had a voracious
appetite. I could not believe how much food this scrawny kid was
ingesting. He was also telling me that he was the oldest of seven kids,
his father was a horse shoe man and horse attendant and that was a
dwindling profession. They lived upstream of the Guadalquivir River in a
town named Alcalá del Rio and that they were wiped out in this past
year when the river flooded. He said that it had never gone up to that
level and the whole family had to move.
After
lunch I told him I had to go back to the hotel and get some more money
and he said that would be great because he wanted to take a shower. Now,
I don’t know about you but that sounded like he was inviting himself
over to get naked and give me some temptations. Besides, I wanted him
dirty like that, I wanted to experience his butch, raw scent and a
shower would take away from that. But I agreed and we got there. He
wasted no time in going to the shower, making sure he undressed in front
of me, carefully folding his pants and taking his time to take off the shirt.
When
he was in his skivvies, I could see they were dirty and had holes in
them. But I could also see a very muscular body, albeit a bit scrawny,
there wasn’t an ounce of fat on that boy. And on top of that the guy had
the nicest armpits, black, bushy hairy armpits.
José
was more than aware I was looking at him with lust and he was milking
it for all it was worth. He went in the shower and didn’t stay very
long. I think that he feared I would lose interest or something if he
was in there too long. He came out wearing a towel around his waist and
just sat on the little love seat across from me.
I
could see there was a tent through the towel, although I wasn’t sure if
it was just because he was big or because he was getting an erection.
Soon he let me know. He slowly opened his legs and the angle the towel
was covering his jewels allowed me to see his testicles and his flaccid
cock. It was indeed large and totally hooded.
He
knew he had my attention and he opened up his legs even more to give me
a peek of his treasure. I looked at him, raised my eyebrows as if
saying: “what the fuck do you want me to do? You are showing me your
genitals and you know I want them, but what do you want me to do next?”
José broke the silence: “Do you see something you like?”
Me-
“sure do, but as we had made a deal, I didn’t want to cross the line
and get fresh with you as you made it clear that you didn’t go for that
kind of shit”.
José- “Well, what I meant to say was that I don’t go for kinky stuff. Some things I am willing to do for money”
Me- “Only for money? You mean to tell me you don’t enjoy sex?
José-
“Well, if you put it that way, I guess so, it is pleasurable, but I
would much rather do it with a woman. It is not the same, you know”
Me-
“I dare you tell me that a blow job is different when it is a woman or a
man sucking you. As a matter of fact, it is a well known fact that gay
men give much better blow jobs than women”
José-
“Suppose you are right, but I know the difference. Do you want some of
this?” and he unwrapped the towel to reveal a now growing erection.
I
was right in my assessment. Scrawny guys usually have very large cocks
and José was even better endowed than most. He easily had ten inches and
it was thick. I walked over to where he was and started to suck him. He
just laid back and let me service him. No words of encouragement or
even an indication that he was enjoying it. I suppose that is part of
the act.
But
then I took out my cock and he saw it. There was an indication of
admiration, of interest and that is when I started to rim him. This was
enough to send him through the roof. If sucking him didn’t turn him on
enough, the rim job was doing just the opposite. It seemed that he liked
me messing around with his ass more than with his cock.
“Comed
ese culo, si, si, ay, ay, que rico, ay, ay, lambelo, chupamelo, ay, ay,
que rico” (Eat that ass, yes, yes, how good I is, oh, oh, lick it, suck
it, how good it is)
Now
he was wiggling is ass to meet my tongue fucking. I was actually
penetrating his bum hole about an inch or so with my tongue and he was
enjoying it. Eventually he started to open his ass cheeks with both
hands and it had to happen. José asked me to fuck him.
I
penetrated him and he didn’t even seem to feel it. There wasn’t the
usual reaction of showing pain or even any discomfort. I was pumping in
and out in no time at all and then he started to moan and beg for more.
“más duro, fóllame más duro, si, si, que rico” (harder, fuck me harder,
yes, yes, that’s so good) and within a minute of that he shot his wad. I
had to rush over to engulf his cock with my mouth to be able to catch
the rest of his ejaculation and then when he was finished, licked what
remained in his belly and chest.
I
gave him $200. I told him that it was for his company and for his work
as a guide. I told him that he should become a professional tour guide.
All he had to do was to learn some English. But the guy was very good in
bed. And I got my cookies.
The
second hustler was one we met when José and I were heading for the
restaurant. They greeted each other in the street and sort of went
through some ritual type of greeting similar to that which some blacks
do, with the playing of hands, forearms and then shoulder touching,
culminating in a kiss on each cheek. I was not aware of this type of
greeting in the Latin world but they did it.
I
went out the next day and in the early afternoon, I ran into Pascual
who was Josés friend and who he had introduced to me the day before.
Pascual was about the same age only he was not as scrawny nor was he as
straight looking. He was gay and made no bones about it. He was very
masculine, don’t get me wrong. He was very butch, and obviously a top.
He was also aware of his being so attractive, so terribly sensual and
alluring and he made it a business. The guy was a hustler and he would
be available for the right price.
When
I saw him, he was not wearing a shirt and was leaning against a wall,
just peddling the goods. He knew I knew he was hustling and he even came
up to me and greeted me as if I was an old friend. He asked me if I
would invite him for a “caña” (a brew) and I told him he had to come
with me, I was not only going to invite him for a beer but I wanted him
to have dinner with me as well.
Before
we went on our way, we passed by this basement stairs and he went down,
urging me to go with him. He wanted to make out first. He grabbed me
from behind and pressed his hard cock on my butt. I could feel the damn
thing through his jeans and his biting me on the neck and just taking
over was very stimulating. I soon stopped all that and told him that we
should go somewhere else where we could have privacy and I didn’t feel
that place was neither private nor safe.
So
I took him to the hotel and he wanted to know if I was going to pay
him. I said I would but he had to make it worth my while. That’s when he
lowered his pants and showed me his very large cock. He said: “do you
think you can take this up your ass and will that make it worth $50.00?”
I said: “With that beautiful big cock, if you fuck as good as you kiss, it should be worth more”
That
is what he needed to start the love making. It was incredibly exuberant
and passionate. He was acting not like a hustler but like a very horny
cat.
Pascual had even better armpits and he smelled so macho, so masculine that it was just driving me crazy.
Then
Pascual started to rim me and even sucked my cock, unusual for a
hustler, because they think that you pay them for them to be serviced
and have all the pleasure. But he was enjoying this just as much as I
was. He was hungry, he wanted to eat ass and he just went for it like a
cat goes after a mouse. Eat and eat and was sucking it, slipping his
tongue in and out and just lubricating my ass preparing it for the
onslaught of this guy’s 9 inch chorizo.
He
was able to penetrate me without any problem. I welcomed that cock
because it was the first time I had been fucked in Spain and also in a
long time. I was way overdue and he served me well. He was very
successful in holding back, he had to be about to shoot at least four
times and he pulled back each and every time to prolong the pleasure.
And I was close to shooting a couple of times also and he knew when to
stop, only to return with more enthusiasm and would bring me to a new
heightened level until he finally just let it go and he shot his wad and
so did I after I took the condom off his cock and drank all the
contents.
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