REUNION WITH A HUSTLER By William Cozad Years ago, rent boy Brian wanted the john's pretty dick up his ass -- and now he was finally gonna get it! "Hey, dude. Give you a blowjob for ten bucks. I got a rubber in my pocket." I was walking down Polk Street in San Francisco when I heard those words. I stopped in my tracks and looked at the guy who spoke them. "Brian?" "That's me. Whaddaya say?" I'd seen him on the street off and on, but he rarely spoke. Years ago -- make that seven -- when I was between boyfriends, I caroused around the arcades in the Tenderloin. That's where I met Brian. He was a beauty back then. Six feet tall. Lean. A mean sex machine. Long jet-black hair and big brown eyes. Sensuous lips and perfect teeth. Big nose. And a fat, clipped prick over plump low- hangers. He had it all: handsome face, smooth body, and hung. He was a fast nineteen. The daddies who cruised the arcades followed him around the maze of booths with their tongues hanging out. He played hard to get. I figured that with his hot looks, he was holding out for the best offer. Back then, johns were laying only a fiver or tenspot on arcade hustlers. At the time, I never figured I was a daddy. Besides, there was a lot of freebie trade, guys who got all hot and bothered from watching the live girlie shows, and you could honk on them for love, not money. Not to mention all the teenaged Mexicans passing through town to go north to work the fields. They were horny and happy with a couple of bucks, since they worked for four dollars a day in their country. Brian was the star of the arcades, as far as I was concerned. He made me hot and curious about the meat he was packing. I wanted to check him out, even if it cost me ten bucks. I got my chance one night when the arcade action was slow. Some nights it didn't pick up till after the bars closed. "Wanna see a movie?" Brian said, and smiled. "Yeah, okay." I didn't want to appear too anxious. Maybe he'd jack up the price. I was kind of rusty around hustlers. I wasn't really into guys who went with anybody just for money. Nothing against them, 'cause everybody's gotta make a living and they do provide a service. But I'd heard too many stories from other cruisers about tired meat and about how some young hustlers couldn't even get it up, let alone get it off, usually because of drugs. Ah, but Brian was fresh meat. I hadn't seen him around that long. In the booth, Brian watched the movie. I watched him. He reached down, unzipped the fly of his tan chinos, reeled out his fat circumcised dick, and jacked it into a boner. "Want that taken care of?" His dickhead was rosy and pre-cum oozed out of the piss hole. "Oh yeah," he said. "What'll it cost me?" I didn't like to haggle, especially when my dick was hard and I was drooling at the mouth. "Most guys give me ten. Can you afford that?" he asked. I only had eight singles in my pocket after having bought a couple dollars of quarters. Besides, he might be a bum trick -- his dick might not stay stiff and he might not be able to shoot. "I've got eight dollars in my pocket. Okay?" I offered. "Sure." I wasn't a chiseler, but one time when I forked over a fiver to a hustler, he couldn't even get a hard-on. Another hustler pretended that he got off, but I didn't taste a drop of balljuice. So I limited most of my cruising to trade or other macho-type gay guys. Brian sat on the bench and I kneeled between his splayed legs. I jacked his throbbing prick while I licked his nuts, and he moaned. Ovaling my lips around his cockhead, I engulfed his veiny shaft and swallowed it down to the short curlies. "Oh yeah. Suck me." He scooted to the edge of the bench and clasped my head. He rocked on the bench and battered my tonsils with his hard cock. "Gonna come! Gonna shoot my wad in your mouth!" He grunted. His cock was hard as a rock. It spurted a couple of drops, then gushed three, four, five salvos of salty jizz that whitewashed my tonsils and flooded my mouth, trickling out the corners. His big wet balls crushed against my chin. I kept my lips sealed around his cock till I drained his nuts. I fished in my pocket for the crumpled bills and gave them to him. "Thanks," he said. "See you around, kid." I left the arcade with a boner that I arranged into an upright position. In my bed at home, I relived every juicy moment of gobbling up Brian's cock. He was gorgeous to look at, and he put out. I had to admit he was worth the money and even more. I started honking on Brian on a regular basis once a week or so, when I got horny and hit the arcades. It was like he waited for me, though nothing was specific, because he was always hot to trot and his balls were full of hot, juicy boycream. One night when I went looking for Brian in the arcades, I found him. He didn't see me, but I saw him go into a booth with a john. I stood outside the booth like a jealous boyfriend, although I had no claim to him. I was just a client. I listened to him moan and groan and say the same lines he said to me. When he came out of the booth, he smiled at me, but I hightailed it out of the arcade. I didn't go back for weeks. I missed Brian, I admit. He was friendly and he put out, but he wanted money. That just wasn't my scene. When I went back to the arcades looking for him, he wasn't around. I even inquired if some of the regular cruisers had seen him. Nothing. But I lucked out by finding another boyfriend, George. I met him through a mutual buddy. I was crazy about him. He had a body that was solid muscle, and he was a sweet guy -- until he dumped me for a girl. But it lasted three years, with all the hot sex I could handle. Six months later, I found another boyfriend, Richard. He was gay, but right now I had the feeling that he was cheating with a younger guy he knew at work, but I couldn't prove it. "Hey, dude, I'll suck you off good. You won't be sorry. Okay?" I was jolted back to the present moment and focused on Brian. The beard stubble on his face made him look real sexy. That did it. I'd thought about just laying the Alexander Hamilton on him for old times' sake. But my boyfriend wasn't treating me all that well at the moment, not giving me all the attention I needed. "Best offer I had all day. Let's do it." "They threw all the hustlers out of the arcade, but I can still go in." I trailed Brian into the arcade. I hadn't been in the new one on Polk Street before. But they were all the same. The aroma of stale piss and cum. Guys hanging around, giving you knowing looks. In the booth with Brian, I popped some quarters into the slot. Everything changes. Seven years ago, I couldn't get a handjob out of Brian. Now he was giving head. Taking it in the head to make money. But he was playing safe with rubbers. "So what have you been doing all these years?" I asked. "Found me a sugar daddy, but he gets moody." "He taught you to suck dick?" "No, he likes to spank me." I stifled a laugh. "You must be a bad boy." "It's his trip, but he pays my bills." Being alone in the booth with Brian was like a flashback to seven years ago. Only he was no longer trade. In his middle twenties, he couldn't compete with the twinkie street hustlers. He had to give blowjobs to make money. Now it was Brian kneeling on the cum-stained floor. He freed my boner, which saluted him. I watched in the flickering light from the monitor while he tore open the foil packet. I noted that he had a front tooth missing. He put the condom in his mouth and stretched it across my prickhead and unrolled it down my shaft. The feeling of his hot wet mouth on my dick made it throb. "Oh yeah. Suck it, baby. Suck my dick." I'd worn rubbers for anal sex, but I'd never been sucked off while wearing a rubber. This one was sheer, and I could hardly feel it on my skin. "Eat my dick. Oh yeah. All of it." Scooting to the edge of the bench like Brian used to do, I rubbed his silky black hair and clasped his head while I thrust my prick down his throat. He cupped my balls and tugged on them. I mouth-fucked him roughly, faster and faster. Looking down, I was surprised to see that Brian had his dick out and was jacking it while he sucked my dick. "Beat it, Brian. Beat your meat while you suck my dick. Oh yeah. I'm gonna get my nut! Gonna come in your mouth!" The feel of his beard stubble tickling my crotch took me to the edge. "Here it fucking comes!" He squeezed my nuts hard, and I felt the cum rush up my shaft and flood the reservoir tip of the rubber. "Oh fuck yeah. You suck dick good." I snapped off the condom, and it was now leaking its goo on the grimy floor. He stood up with his cock at attention. It was even bigger than I remembered. "You can suck it for free." "I don't wanna suck it," I said cruelly. He gave me a puzzled look. I thought about giving him his ten bucks for the blowjob. But I didn't. I couldn't stop thinking about his sugar daddy spanking him. I'd like to do that myself. "Drop your drawers. Show me that butt of yours." He obeyed, shimmying down his jeans and white cotton briefs. He mooned me. I could see his big balls from the rear. I wanted to dive into his hole and tongue it, but I restrained myself. He had a nice firm bubblebutt. "Get over my knee, punk." He leaned over my lap. I could feel his boner poke against my thigh. "Naughty boy. Going out to the arcade and giving blowjobs for money." Whack! I slapped Brian's smooth, swarthy buns. "Don't hurt me," he sobbed. "I'll spank the daylights out of you." Whack! Whack! "I'll be a good boy. I won't do it anymore." "Too late for that now." Whack! Whack! Whack! His butt was propped up for the spanking. I let him have it good. For a moment, I thought his cries might attract the attention of the attendant, who'd probably throw us out. I didn't care about the other cruisers. But the moaning on the soundtrack of the video must have muffled most of the noise Brian was making. Thinking about my own boyfriend being unfaithful to me with that twinkie at work, just like Brian was cheating on his sugar daddy, I got carried away and slapped his butt till my own hand was sore. I couldn't see clearly, but I was sure his ass had a red glow to it and showed my fingerprints. I wondered what his sugar daddy would think if he saw that. "Keep spanking me. Oh yeah. Oh, Daddy!" Suddenly I was aware of Brian's grunts. Then I felt his hot mancream splash against my thigh. He'd gotten his rocks off while I spanked him. I sort of pushed him off me. He landed on his feet like a cat. "Look what you've done. Shot your spunk on my thigh. Clean it off." Brian reached in his pocket for his hanky, but I stopped him. I grabbed hold of his hair and shoved his face against my thigh. "Clean it with your tongue, punk." It made my cock stiffen when I watched Brian lap his own cum off my thigh and felt it tickle. "Got another one of them safes?" I asked. Brian got another foil packet out of his jeans and sheathed my prick in latex. If he thought I was going to pay him double for another suckjob, he was dead wrong. I spun him around and lightly rubbed his butt. "It hurts." "Bet your sugar daddy fucks you after he spanks you." "He can't. He's too old. I fuck him." "But you'd like him to screw you, wouldn't you?" "Yes, but -- that's why I cheat on him. Afterwards he wants to hear all the sordid details, then he punishes me. I need to get fucked myself sometimes. You wanna fuck my ass?" "I don't know. I got a pretty cute boyfriend myself now. Maybe if you begged me a little, I'd consider it." He could tell I was lying by the way my cock lurched at the suggestion. It was oozing pre-cum into the rubber. He leaned against the booth wall. Reaching behind him, he lewdly spread his asscheeks and showed me his pink pucker. "Bet you been boffed a lot," I said. "No. Just special guys who turn me on like you." "Tell me about it. Beg for my dick." "I wanted you to fuck me before, you know, but I was confused -- I wasn't sure if I was gay. But I admired your dick even then and liked it when you beat off while blowing me. I was too scared to touch another man's dick, like that would make me queer." "Sit on it, Brian." "That's too rough. I got no lube. My ass stings." "Spit on it." He spit on his palm and lubed his butthole. He drooled spit onto my condom-covered cock. Reaching back, he held my dick, then sat on it, sinking his ass down to my balls. "Oh, it's so big." "The better to fuck you with, baby." He lifted himself up, then started bouncing around on my prick. I thrust upward. In no time I was ready to blast off. Reaching around, I grabbed his stiff prick and beat it in sync with our fucking while he bounced up and down on my cock. He was moaning like mad. "Coming, Brian. Shooting my load up your hot ass. Take it!" He sank his ass down to my pubes, and I pounded his cock furiously until it spurted and his asshole spasmed around my cock, bringing me off with a gut-wrenching orgasm. His asshole made a sucking sound when he hopped off my prick. I peeled off the condom and slung it on the floor with the other one. "You got better with age, Brian." "I got a sore ass is what I got." I adjusted my britches and gave him the tenspot fee. I was considering giving him some bonus bucks, but when I saw the roll in his pocket that he wrapped the bill around, I figured he was flush. Once a hustler, always a hustler. Besides, I had a boyfriend to spend my money on. Maybe a good spanking would teach Richard to get his ass at home. At least I was thinking about spicing up our sex life because I didn't want to lose him.