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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
6,228
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and a boy, starting in infancy. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is enti
Chapter 4 - I become a street whore
©2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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After less than two years, Master Johnson sold me to a pimp in Albuquerque, Billy the Quid. Billy made sure I ate well because if I wasn't fit, I wouldn't bring in the business. And the business was all that mattered to Billy.
Billy's stable consisted of six boys ranging in age from almost 14 (me) to almost 18 (Black Jack). In between were gorgeous Louie (16), the twins Rusty and Ramon (15) and Tommy, 14 1/2 and blond. Every night around eight, we were put on the streets to start hustling, near Acoma Road. Billy usually picked us up in his pink Caddy around 2:30 AM. We'd go back to Billy's pad and give him our earnings. Whoever had the most got to sit beside Billy while all the other boys fucked the shit out of the lad who brought in the least. Louie was most often the kid next to Billy watching our gang bang. He had a swagger, a wiggle in his ass, that seemed to be a magnet for the johns. Black Jack or one of the twins was usually the one getting fucked. Whether it was his age or his race, for some reason Jack couldn't attract many johns. The twins I think were just not all that eager to pick men up. I don't know, maybe they liked getting gang banged. I had three advantages. First, I was young and the johns really liked that. Second, I learned quickly, picking up tips from Louie, even though he wasn't willing to give away his trade secrets. Third, I was determined to keep this gig going as long as possible. With a place to stay, food to eat and sexy clothes to wear, it was certainly better than at Master Johnson's, though I still had daydreams about Daddy. I even wondered how little Ricky was getting along.
Often, the john who picked me up only wanted a quick blow job in the car. In a few minutes, I'd have my fee and be back on the street. I could collect a lot of dough just blowing guys. If he wanted a fuck, that took more time so of course it cost more. It might be in the back seat of his car or even in a cheap motel. I'd be lying in bed shouting for him to fuck me harder, but hoping he could get it over soon so I could get back to work.
Billy also pimped for us, cruising the streets, looking for men who might want to "date" a nice teen boy. When he found one and determined his AoA (age of attraction), he'd page one of us to meet him. I liked getting the page. The pay was better and it was a hell of a lot easier than hustling. I made sure the client got good service. At the end, I'd point to my ass and coo, "Any time you want more of this, you just ask for Nicky." After a while, I had several regular customers, which pleased Billy as well. I even had a few guys who wanted me to top them. They got their jollies having a horny teen cock rammed up their ass.
Jack was only there a few months after I arrived. Billy said he wasn't earning his way and so he got rid of him. I didn't know how. The rest of us grew older under Billy's care. Hormones had their predictable effects on my teenage body. Billy took care of the hair problem by waxing all the fur from the neck down and making sure we shaved our faces. Just like Daddy, his clients preferred smooth.
Billy also taught us to handle our beer and to use poppers. He provided us with just enough heroin to keep us happy, without messing up our product.
Every two years, Billy sold the pink Caddy and bought a new one. He always wanted to have the fresh model, with all the latest features. As it turned out, that standard also applied to his boys. When I turned 15, Louie was approaching 18 and despite his skills, wasn't able to hook as many johns as before. Billy gave him stern lectures and warned him that he'd have to shape up or ship out. He was shipped out and the stable was down to four. That's when Billy acquired Amahl. I guess he figured since Jack left, the stable needed a token black. Amahl said he was 14 but he looked 12 to me. At 17, the twins were now the seniors and blond Tommy was 16. One or the other of the twins was now always the object of the nightly gang bang. Amahl loved testing out his little cock, with its new boycream, on their assholes.
One afternoon, we were all trying to get in some sleep when the doorbell rang. Through sleepy eyes, I saw Billy talking to a man. He handed Billy a small case which Billy opened and I saw it was full of money in small bills. Now, I was waking up. I assumed it was a drug deal. When Billy finished counting, he said, "OK, you can take them." He walked over to Ramon and Rusty's bed and kicked them, told them to get dressed and handed them over to the stranger. I never saw them again. I guessed that Billy had also sold Black Jack and Louie when they got too old for the business. I also guessed that eventually I would also be sold. Now it was blond Tommy, me, and little Amahl. That wasn't enough ass to keep the business alive, so Billy soon brought in three more young urchins. Even after Tommy came of age and was old enough to retire to the stud farm, Billy kept him on. His blond hair and boyish looks still made for a saleable product. The same could not be said for me.
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
After less than two years, Master Johnson sold me to a pimp in Albuquerque, Billy the Quid. Billy made sure I ate well because if I wasn't fit, I wouldn't bring in the business. And the business was all that mattered to Billy.
Billy's stable consisted of six boys ranging in age from almost 14 (me) to almost 18 (Black Jack). In between were gorgeous Louie (16), the twins Rusty and Ramon (15) and Tommy, 14 1/2 and blond. Every night around eight, we were put on the streets to start hustling, near Acoma Road. Billy usually picked us up in his pink Caddy around 2:30 AM. We'd go back to Billy's pad and give him our earnings. Whoever had the most got to sit beside Billy while all the other boys fucked the shit out of the lad who brought in the least. Louie was most often the kid next to Billy watching our gang bang. He had a swagger, a wiggle in his ass, that seemed to be a magnet for the johns. Black Jack or one of the twins was usually the one getting fucked. Whether it was his age or his race, for some reason Jack couldn't attract many johns. The twins I think were just not all that eager to pick men up. I don't know, maybe they liked getting gang banged. I had three advantages. First, I was young and the johns really liked that. Second, I learned quickly, picking up tips from Louie, even though he wasn't willing to give away his trade secrets. Third, I was determined to keep this gig going as long as possible. With a place to stay, food to eat and sexy clothes to wear, it was certainly better than at Master Johnson's, though I still had daydreams about Daddy. I even wondered how little Ricky was getting along.
Often, the john who picked me up only wanted a quick blow job in the car. In a few minutes, I'd have my fee and be back on the street. I could collect a lot of dough just blowing guys. If he wanted a fuck, that took more time so of course it cost more. It might be in the back seat of his car or even in a cheap motel. I'd be lying in bed shouting for him to fuck me harder, but hoping he could get it over soon so I could get back to work.
Billy also pimped for us, cruising the streets, looking for men who might want to "date" a nice teen boy. When he found one and determined his AoA (age of attraction), he'd page one of us to meet him. I liked getting the page. The pay was better and it was a hell of a lot easier than hustling. I made sure the client got good service. At the end, I'd point to my ass and coo, "Any time you want more of this, you just ask for Nicky." After a while, I had several regular customers, which pleased Billy as well. I even had a few guys who wanted me to top them. They got their jollies having a horny teen cock rammed up their ass.
Jack was only there a few months after I arrived. Billy said he wasn't earning his way and so he got rid of him. I didn't know how. The rest of us grew older under Billy's care. Hormones had their predictable effects on my teenage body. Billy took care of the hair problem by waxing all the fur from the neck down and making sure we shaved our faces. Just like Daddy, his clients preferred smooth.
Billy also taught us to handle our beer and to use poppers. He provided us with just enough heroin to keep us happy, without messing up our product.
Every two years, Billy sold the pink Caddy and bought a new one. He always wanted to have the fresh model, with all the latest features. As it turned out, that standard also applied to his boys. When I turned 15, Louie was approaching 18 and despite his skills, wasn't able to hook as many johns as before. Billy gave him stern lectures and warned him that he'd have to shape up or ship out. He was shipped out and the stable was down to four. That's when Billy acquired Amahl. I guess he figured since Jack left, the stable needed a token black. Amahl said he was 14 but he looked 12 to me. At 17, the twins were now the seniors and blond Tommy was 16. One or the other of the twins was now always the object of the nightly gang bang. Amahl loved testing out his little cock, with its new boycream, on their assholes.
One afternoon, we were all trying to get in some sleep when the doorbell rang. Through sleepy eyes, I saw Billy talking to a man. He handed Billy a small case which Billy opened and I saw it was full of money in small bills. Now, I was waking up. I assumed it was a drug deal. When Billy finished counting, he said, "OK, you can take them." He walked over to Ramon and Rusty's bed and kicked them, told them to get dressed and handed them over to the stranger. I never saw them again. I guessed that Billy had also sold Black Jack and Louie when they got too old for the business. I also guessed that eventually I would also be sold. Now it was blond Tommy, me, and little Amahl. That wasn't enough ass to keep the business alive, so Billy soon brought in three more young urchins. Even after Tommy came of age and was old enough to retire to the stud farm, Billy kept him on. His blond hair and boyish looks still made for a saleable product. The same could not be said for me.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.