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My Magazine > Editors Archive > cat5 > Tales from the Net: Tricks and Treats, Part Two
Tales from the Net: Tricks and Treats, Part Two   by Jack Mauro

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I was agitated. I was scared. I was still drunk. That’s why I walked with hot hustler Sam to the ATM. Still...there was something I trusted about him. He had assured me that, with the small amount of cash I was giving, his hot buddy would join the party. So we went from the ATM to the park, a block away.

Well, Sam wasn’t lying. His buddy ‒ we’ll call him Joe ‒ was splayed out on a bench, wearing nothing but silk running shorts, sneakers, and a dumb grin. He was tall, about 6’5”, and built like every brick shithouse you ever heard of. White, yet dark and swarthy, with a dusting of hair on his pecs and an amazing treasure trail. Sam went over to him and explained the deal, and my cock raged as I saw Joe adjust himself in his shorts. When he stood in his full glory. I nearly fainted.

The two dudes followed me up the hill from the park to my house. I was still scared but so horny, my fear took a second chair. I could even smell the sweat coming off Joe from behind me. Besides, I’d already paid them. And I didn’t have much left that they could steal.

But that’s not what these two hustlers were about. They were true to what they agreed on and, as soon as they were in my place, both stripped. Sam’s hot body was known to me by now but Joe ‒ holy hell. He kicked off his sneakers, revealing huge, sweaty feet. Then he did a slow move with his shorts, gripping his cock, dropping them, showing his pubes, dropping them more. Then he grabbed one of his pecs with his huge paw of a hand, tweaking the nipple and staring at me. Meanwhile, Sam laid on my bed, his hot ass up. His head was down, his back was heaving. He was just waiting, that hot man pussy up in the air.

Joe’s cock was truly enormous, a thick, fat snake over two massive and hairy nuts. I dropped to my knees without knowing what I was doing ‒ I was still loaded, remember ‒ and began licking it. He got hard and slapped my face with it, and I think I was more turned on by the musky smell of his street balls than by the size of that thing. The rank scent overpowered me but he didn’t let up. In a heartbeat he just shoved that fat monster into my mouth and I tasted piss, old cum and more sweat. Hustler, yeah, but hotter than fuck. I moved my mouth up, licking his treasure trail. He grabbed the back of my head and forced me up to suck on his hard nipples. The dude’s whole body was surging. Then he spun around and pushed my face into his smelly, sweat-soaked ass. I ate it like a starving man, my tongue pushing into his rank hole, feeling him push back, loving it.

I pulled away. I was gagging. “Fuck your bud,” I said. “Let me watch you plow your bud.” He stroked his hard meat, stared at me, then turned to Sam’s ass. Still up, still twitching. I was definitely getting my money’s worth. Joe moved over to the bed and straddled Sam in a single move. But there was a problem.

“Get me wetter. Suck me more,” Joe ordered. His thick finger was sliding into Sam’s hole but more lube was needed. So I once again lapped at his cock and Sam’s hole, trying to lube up both. It didn’t work. I needed to get some cream from the bathroom. Which, my dick out, drunk on my ass, I did. I came back to see that hulking fucking over his buddy, pointing his fat dick at Sam’s hairy hole. This needed a lot of lube. I moved in and greased Joe’s pole, then slipped some more cream into Sam’s ass. As I did that, I licked Joe’s nipple again. Then he grabbed my head and kissed me hard. His tongue was deep in my mouth as my fingers pushed into Sam’s now-wet cunt, still up and pulsing. And what I loved was that Joe kept his mouth locked on mine as he forced his way into Sam.

It seemed like he never stopped kissing me as he fucked, and fuck he did. All those fat inches were buried in Sam, humping up and down, his pussy wanting more. I licked Joe’s chest again, then returned my mouth to his sloppy kisses. And he pumped like a machine into Sam. Finally I pulled away. There was something else I wanted.

I slid behind Joe. Those big balls were bouncing ‒ this stud was born to fuck. I began lapping at his sweaty, muscled ass cheeks, then I tried to get my tongue to the fucking point, where that throbbing monster was ripping Sam open. Joe obliged. He pulled out, let me lick his ass-soaked prick, then pushed back in. Once he pulled out and shoved my face into Sam’s hole so I could lick him out. But not for long. Joe’s cock needed to fuck, and bad, and in a minute he was back inside. Sam just lay there, moaning like a bitch.

It wasn’t long before my tongue was trying to eat Joe’s hole while he fucked and then the rhythm picked up. He fucked faster and faster ‒ I couldn’t get in there. Then he grunted loudly and pulled out of Sam’s ass. I planted my face on Sam’s cheeks because I needed to see and taste this. And, in five seconds, a geyser of thick white cum flew out of Joe’s head. He was a hustler and this was dangerous but I didn’t care. I licked up as much as I could, feeling his big muscled body jerk and spasm over me as he shot.

The boys were done. They were very polite, too. I gave Joe some juice while Sam dressed (I sucked his tits again briefly as well). Then Joe threw his shorts back on. For a moment I was afraid they would try to rip me off. But, no. In fact, Sam kissed me ‒ tasting his bud’s cum ‒ and Joe shook my hand. Like a gentleman.

Hustlers. This was good. But I don’t think I should revisit this scenario. It ain’t safe, it’s scary, and I’m too old.






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