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(Gay Taboo MM Erotic Romance)


Tyler Cox

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Hustler (Gay Taboo MM Erotic Romance)

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***All characters are over 18 and fictional.***

“Fuck yes!”

I sank down on his cock, feeling his girth stretching out my inner muscles, spreading me wide so I could take every inch. My own cock was rock hard, and the slick sound of our joining almost as loud as my moans as I started bouncing on Brian’s cock.

“That’s right!” I yelped, my words coming out like hiccups as Brian’s cock hit a particularly delicious spot inside me. “Fuck me so good, Brian!”

My cute, dark-haired bedmate gripped my hips and said, “Ryan.” I twisted my hips, and he gasped, jerking upwards. “It’s Ryan, but do that again and you can call me whatever you want.”

"Ryan, sure, whatever," I said, breathless as I could feel my orgasm creeping closer with every bounce as my hand jacked my erection. "You're going to make me come!" My ass was already tightening up around Ryan's dick, and I started shaking.

Ryan growled, his hips snapping upward as I came with a yell, my come coating my hand and splattering across my stomach. My inner muscles squeezed his cock, pushing him over the edge and milking him of every drop of come.

Exhausted, I rolled off Ryan, sprawling next to him on my bed, watching with appreciation as Ryan got out of bed and tossed the used condom in the trash before fishing his wallet out of his pants and pulling out two crisp $100 bills and leaving them on my dresser.

“Wish I had time to stay for the rest of the hour,” he said, brushing his hands through his dark hair and looking almost shy. “I’ll definitely be calling you back again. That was fucking incredible.”

I smiled, settling back on the bed as Ryan saw himself out, my lips curling into a smile at the thought of the $200 joining the rest of the fat pile of cash in my top drawer.

That’s right. My name’s Parker, and I sell my ass for money.

I know, I know. I’m not really supposed to be this. . . gleeful about it. I’m supposed to be disgusted with myself, turn my head to the wall while the guys pump away in me, silent tears streaming down my face. I’m supposed to end my days huddled in the shower feeling like the dirt won’t come off and then drowning my sorrow in whatever substance I can get my hands on.

But I’m not.

The way it started was pretty much the way every person gets into sex work. I needed money and I needed it fast. I was fresh out of college, and I was lucky enough to come from a family in that sweet spot of making too much money for me to qualify for financial aid but not enough many to pay for school so my student loan payments were terrifying large

I’d been working my ass off all through college at one crappy job or another, and I’d managed to keep myself afloat, but all those deferred payments were coming due, and my side jobs of making sandwiches at the student union and shelving library books definitely weren’t going to be enough.

So I started trolling Craigslist, looking for anything flexible that paid a lot of money. Not surprisingly, everything that met that criteria turned out to be a scam.

Except one.

Buried in the ETC section was a short ad that just read “Male escorts wanted – set your own hours and own prices.”

Shaking with nerves, I dialed the number.

“Lucky Lads, Lucas speaking.”

“Hi,” I said, forcing the nervousness out of my voice, “I saw your ad on Craigslist. . .”

And that was how it all began. Lucas gave me the rundown over the phone – prices, his cut, the website. He’d handle all the appointments and bookings, and I’d do the rest.

The next few days passed in a whirlwind. Lucas met with me and took photographs for my profile on the site, and suddenly I found myself posing on all my knees, naked except for a pair of tight white boxer-briefs, my erection stretching the front.

Another day later and I was standing outside a hotel room, condoms and a few packets of lube stowed in my pocket and nerves in my stomach.

My first trick was a skinny blond guy named Jason who seemed even more nervous than I was. He shook my hand when I came inside, pressing a wad of cash into my palm with sweaty fingers.

“Don’t be nervous,” I said, pasting a smile on my face. “Not over little old me.”

Tucking the money safely in my pocket, I pulled a condom out of my pants and dropped down to my knees, unzipping Jason’s pants and pulling out his already erect cock.

“Do you want me to suck this?” I asked, rolling the condom onto his length. “I bet you’d love to slide right into this warm, wet mouth.” Jason nodded frantically and I wrapped my lips around the head, ignoring the sharp taste of the latex and started sucking.

It honestly wasn't very different than the Tinder hookups I’d had, and despite the fact that with the act of taking that cash and wrapping my lips around his dick I had just gone from “regular college graduate” to “rent boy,” I actually found myself getting hard.

Jason was moaning so loud already that I knew he’d be blowing his load in the condom before we got to the main event, and that certainly wasn’t the way to get a satisfied customer. I pushed him back on the bed and yanked my shirt over my head and shoved my pants and boxer-briefs down and off.

I’d prepped myself before I came over, sliding lubed fingers in and out of my ass, stretching my body until I was ready to take a cock easily.

All I had to do was hop on and start to ride.

Jason didn’t last long once he was inside me. My fast, bouncing rhythm had him yelling his pleasure and spurting inside the condom making myself come for his ego.

But what man didn’t like a live action porno show?

I sat back on the bed while Jason tried to catch his breath and let my legs fall apart, lifting my hips so that he could see my well-fucked asshole. "Do you see how hard your dick made me, Jason?" I purred, bringing my hand between my legs. I wrapped my hand around my hard cock and stared jerking myself off. Jason was staring at me, his face slack with desire as he watched me pleasure myself

I’d been aroused and on edge since before I got to the hotel so it only took a few moments of pumping my hand before I was crying Jason’s name as I came all over myself, painting my stomach with white streaks. And twenty minutes later I was on my way back to my apartment, $200 richer.

I spent the rest of the day in a daze, waiting expectantly for the disgust with myself to come, but it never did. The next afternoon I quit my other jobs and started picking up tricks full time.

That was two years ago, and I'd been paying off my bills with my mouth and my ass since then. Of course, every trick wasn't a gentleman. I had my share of jerks or guys with dubious personal hygiene, but for the most part, I enjoyed myself. I loved sex and my easy schedule gave me enough time that I could actually enjoy life instead of running from one shitty job to another.

Of course, the one thing I hated was hiding my job from everyone I knew. My family and I had never been particularly close, but I had actually bonded a lot with one of my teachers.

I had taken a class with Mr. Turner my freshman year, and after class ended we struck up a friendship. He was on the younger side of most of the professors, and we had gotten close. Even so, it had taken him the better part of two years to get me to stop calling him Mr. Turner and refer to him by his first name – Rey – and I still slipped up sometimes.

Rey and I spoke on the phone at least once a week, and I was careful to keep my descriptions of my job vague, telling him that I had ended up with an entry level job that paid my bills and lying through my teeth about just how high my student loan bills were. I wasn’t ashamed, but I knew Rey would be horrified at the idea of me selling my body so I kept quiet.


I had an outcall scheduled today, so I put on a pair of skintight black jeans that emphasized the bulge in my crotch and an equally tight white t-shirt. I looked like I was ready to go clubbing, but subtlety definitely wasn’t something you wanted in this business.

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