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author: vamphile, challenge #41: justin's hoodie, epic series: hustler!j/whore in a hoody

Challenge #41: Justin's Hoody
Title: Hustler!Justin
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): 14 Justin 2 to Brian

A/N This is pure Emotional Porn...um, with some real porn thrown in for good measure.

I will continue this story, in drabble form and it will NOT count for anyone's condoms (until I put their clothes back on.) But here are Sixteen Drabbles about Hustler!Justin in a black Hoody and Protective!Fucked!Brian.

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Hustler!Justin

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Justin zipped up the black hoody, crossing his arms against the cold. His ears were burning from the icy breeze but he didn’t want to pull the hood up. He knew that his blond hair was a huge selling point. He stamped his feet a few times trying to regain feeling in his toes. A black jeep drove by. He took a provocative stance and smiled. Blinking from under his lashes, then raising his head to make eye contact. The jeep stopped and he approached the driver. Unzipping his sweatshirt he leaned against the window and licked his lips. “Hey.”




Two
Brian watched the blond kid sidle up to his window. He couldn’t be over fifteen. His nose was red, his eyes were blue and Brian leaned over to open the door. “Hey.”

The kid sat down, holding his hands in front of the heater, drawing his knees up practically wrapping himself in the black hooded sweatshirt. Brian turned the heat up a little higher.

“You can park around the corner. The cops don’t bother us too much there.”

“How much for the night?”

“Huh?”

Brian moved his face closer to the blond’s. “Is that a particularly difficult question?”

“Three Hundred.”


Three
Justin couldn’t believe his luck. The guy wasn’t even balking. This time the smile wasn’t for show. He relaxed back in the seat and almost chuckled as the man leaned over him to fasten his seatbelt. Well, apparently requiring safety wasn’t gonna be an issue.

Justin watched their route, making sure he knew how to get back. The man was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and occasionally glancing in his direction. Several times he’d looked like he was about to say something. He never did.

Justin followed him up to a huge loft. He shrugged off his sweatshirt.


Four
Brian watched as the kid took off his hoody and then reached for the hem of his shirt. Brian stopped him. “What’s your name?” He looked startled. Brian waited, staring.

“Justin.”

Brian nodded. Not offering his name in return. He held out a tab of E but the kid shook his head. Brian shrugged and swallowed it himself and then moved closer to the boy, pulling him forward, covering his mouth, sucking his tongue, and running his fingers through that blond hair he’d been itching to touch since he’d seen it under the streetlight.

It was softer than he’d expected.


Five
Justin almost lost himself. This guy was hot, loaded, and knew how to kiss. He wondered why he needed a professional. He decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Speaking of mouths, he wasn’t sure this kiss would ever end. He wasn’t sure he wanted it to. The guy was backing him towards the bed. Justin stumbled when his ankles hit the first step. The man wrapped an arm around his waist.

“What’s your name?” Justin asked breathlessly

“Brian.” He pushed Justin onto the bed.

Justin could barely make out his hoody sprawled over the sofa back.


Six
Brian efficiently removed the kid’s jeans and tossed it towards his hoody. He sat back a moment, straddling his legs and just enjoying the view. Justin looked up meeting his gaze, head on.

“So what are you into?”

Justin seemed puzzled. “Whatever you want.”

“What do you want.”

Justin shrugged and his body melted into the bed as Brian’s warm fingers wrapped around his cock. “This is good.”

Brian stroked him slowly watching as Justin's eyes darkened a little. His pink lips got redder as he bit them. “You can make noise. My neighbors are used to it.”

Justin moaned.

Seven
Justin shuddered, and not from the cold. Suddenly he wanted his hoody back. He felt exposed and a little nervous. Did this guy just say, “Scream, no one will hear you?” He watched Brian’s face and saw an odd expression. His hand was stroking his face. “You’re scared.”

“Um…”

“I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. I meant that I bring guys back here a lot. That’s all.”

Brian's hand sped up. Justin’s body arched in response. Brian stopped. “Don’t come yet.” Justin moaned and tried to will himself not to. Brian’s hands didn’t stop. He gasped and came.

Eight
Brian laughed. He couldn’t help it. Then he felt like shit. The kid looked scared, he was twisting his body out from under Brian’s thighs, moving to make a grab for his sweatshirt. Brian followed him, wrapping his arms around him and feeling a slight flinch. “Hey. It’s okay.”

“I’m…sorry. I’ll go.”

“Hey!”

Brian was sure he didn’t imagine the flinch this time. Justin’s movements sped up. If Brian didn’t stop him quickly he’d be dressed and out the door. “It’s okay.”

Justin headed away from him. Brian grabbed his wrist gently. Justin struggled out of his grasp and left.

Nine
Justin was pulling the hoody on as he ran down the steps. He was cursing himself. He hadn’t collected the money up front. No one had seen him get in Brian’s car. He could have ended up beaten, or dead. He stormed back towards his corner, hoping to score something to kill the fear and anger. Stupid, he fucking knew better. And now he’d wasted the night. His stomach rumbled and he checked his pocket. Two dollars. He shook his head and continued walking. Trying to block out the cold. Not noticing the black jeep until it was beside him.

Ten
Brian decided to blame bad drugs for his need to track Justin down. Luckily, he wasn’t too hard to find and as he pulled up beside him he tried to get his attention. He knew he had it even though Justin had pulled up the hood on his sweatshirt and was pretending to ignore him.

“I’m sorry. It’s freezing out here. Come back. C’mon, I’ll still pay your for the night.”

He came to a complete stop and just looked at Justin. He sighed in what could NOT be relief when Justin climbed into the car and fastened his seatbelt.


Eleven
Justin stared straight ahead. He would not cry. He would be more careful. And he would get the money up front.

“You said three hundred.”

Brian dug into his jeans pocket and handed Justin the money. Justin looked down. “You’re not wearing shoes.”

The car moved again and Justin leaned forward, ready to unbutton Brian’s fly but Brian pushed his head away. “We’ve got all night.”

Justin tucked the money into the zippered pocket of his hoody and nodded. He tried to ignore the fact that again Brian tried several times to say something but always stopped. He sighed softly.

Twelve
Brian wanted to ask what had spooked the kid so badly but he had a sick feeling he already knew. By the time they got back inside the loft his feet were freezing. He should have put on shoes first. He ignored the discomfort and peeled the black hooded sweatshirt off of Justin’s body. Again pushing him back towards the bed. Kissing his neck, nibbling his ear, watching as Justin’s hand never let go of the black cotton. The kid wasn’t losing sight of his money. Brian understood, “we’re both freezing. Let’s shower.” Justin brought the hoody into the bathroom.


Thirteen
His shower is bigger than the apartment I looked at last month. His hot, hard cock is pressed against my ass, and speaking of huge. I feel him slide between my thighs while he massages shampoo into my hair. “We need a…” I sputter as the water gets in my mouth. He nibbles my ear and reaches out towards what I thought was a soap tray, waving a shiny square in front of me. “Smart boy.”

I nod. But he doesn’t put it on; he just keeps sliding his cock between my soapy thighs while his hands wash my chest.


Fourteen
I could come just like this. His strong smooth thighs tightening around my cock. His skin flushed red from the heat of the shower, and judging by his leaking erection, his desire. Eventually I do. I come hard and hold his back flush against my chest while I work my fingers slowly into his asshole. He moans and lets his head fall back on my shoulder. The hot water runs out and I turn off the shower quickly. Drying him off with a warm towel and enjoying the soft sighs he makes. Eventually we move to the bed. “Roll over.”


Fifteen
He’s ready to fuck me. I roll over quickly but it’s not his cock I feel at my hole. It’s his tongue. He drags it along my back and then spreads my cheeks. Most tricks that ask for a rim job get a flat no. I’ve never had anyone want to eat my ass before. Then again, most of my tricks are married closet cases. He clearly isn’t. I’m embarrassed at how loud I’m being. Then I remember that he wants to hear me. I let loose and come as he fucks me with his tongue while stroking my cock.

Sixteen
I put his ankles on my shoulders, and hand him the condom. He slides it on me, and curves his body under mine. his eyes squeezed shut. He looks like he’s bracing himself for something painful. I slow down, moving a lubed finger into him, stretching him, hitting his prostate. His eyes open. He stares at me. I shake my head. “I’m not trying to hurt you.”

The confusion in his eyes makes me sick.

I press into him and he opens up to me as I slide home.

“Good boy.” I whisper as I stroke his face. He’s crying.

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