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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 III (Whore in a Hoody)
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): Three to Justin One to Brian (I only mention the Hoody in Four of them)


Hustler!Justin
Hustler!Justin II

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Hustler!Justin
AKA: Whore in a Hoody
AKA: Bulletproof!Kink

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33

He’s looking at me funny.

“What?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

He’s on his third beer and his eyes are kind of dark from the E he took earlier. He lights a cigarette.

“You’re not very good to your body.”

He raises an eyebrow and he’s got a point, what I do with mine doesn’t exactly classify as treating it like a temple. I push the last slice of pizza away and realize that I’ve been here for a while. I look for my hoody, glancing at the clock as I head towards it. It’s late. Time to go.


34
He’s going to lecture me on self-care? I finish my beer. He stands up and heads towards the bathroom but he’s out in a second, his hoody clutched in his hand. He’s looking for his jeans. I look at the clock. It’s almost three. Yeah, it probably is time for him to go.

He folds my clothes carefully as he changes into his own. Before he can get his shirt on I’m wrapping my arms around him, kissing his neck. I swear I can’t fucking help it. Must be the E, or whatever that shit was. He tastes really good.


35
His arms are around me and for a second, I panic, but then he’s kissing my neck and I guess we’re not done for the night. How many times does this guy need to get off? How many times can he? He’s tossing my jeans on top of my hoody and pushing me onto the bed. Moving his mouth and hands over me. I don’t think anyone’s ever spent this much time just tasting me. He must like his own soap a lot.

He spreads my thighs licks my cock, sucking me slowly. He looks up and smiles. I shiver.

36
I smooth my hands over his chest. They practically span it. His body is shaking. I look up but he doesn’t feel cold, and when I meet his eyes I don’t see fear. I smile and go back to sucking his cock. He’s moaning now and one of his hands has moved tentatively to my hair. I take him into the back of my throat and now his other hand is in my hair, not guiding me, just running his fingers through it. I suck harder and he’s pulling at my hair now. I know what he’s doing. He comes.


37
Oh shit, I tried to warn him. He looks up at me and shakes his head. Is he mad? His hand is holding mine now, and his lips brush against my neck before he speaks in that low even voice that’s actually soothing. “I wanted you to come. I’m not angry.”

I relax a little and move to reciprocate. This time he lets me. His hands are in my hair the whole time. His groans are letting me know what he likes. He lets me control how deep I take him, and when he comes, he moans my name. “Justin.”


38
He lets his head just lay on my thigh for a few minutes. He looks comfortable, so I don’t move him. Eventually I close my eyes but a few minutes later they’re open again, and he’s getting dressed. “I paid for the night.”

He drops his hoody and pulls off his shirt. “Do you want to fuck me?”

I’m actually worn out, and it’s four in the fucking morning but I don’t tell him that. “Just c’mere.”

He stands next to the bed. I sigh and sit up patting spot next to me. “Lay down.”

He crawls into my bed.


39
I’m on my stomach waiting for him to fuck me but he just pulls the duvet over us both. “Go to sleep.”

“What?”

“Sleep, I paid for the night. ”

“It’s almost morning. I should go. I have to…”

“You have an appointment?”

I think about lying and saying yes, but honesty is easier. “I don’t spend the night. It’s not safe.”

“You’re safe with me.”

“That’s what all the axe murderers say.”

He pulls his wallet from the dresser and hands me another couple of hundred. “That’s for the morning.”

I shove it into my hoody and lie down.


40
The sun is glaring and my phone is ringing. I reach for it, noticing that it’s past noon. The previous evenings events come back to me and I look over but he’s gone. No surprise. His clothes are gone and I’m half listening to Michael while I scan the loft to see if anything’s missing.

“You’re not even listening to me!”

“Michael, just tell her you suck cock and take it up the ass, so you’re not really breeder boyfriend material.” I hang up.

There’s a note on the counter. “Thanks”, and the only thing missing right now is him.

41
Five hundred bucks! I head directly to the place from last week but the guy tells me that he’s already rented it out. Fuck. I grab a paper and sit in the corner booth of the diner. It’s still early, mostly guys like me here now. Fueling up for another day. Deb pours me a cup of coffee and smile. “Looks like you got some sleep, Sunshine.”

I eat my pancakes while I scan the ads. I can’t stay on the streets all winter. It was cold last night and it’s only November. I wish I’d had time to plan.


42
I stop at the diner for breakfast, or brunch, whatever. Debbie’s in a good mood. Michael’s sulking and I’m trying not to think about the fact that they’re predicting colder temperatures tonight, that he flinches when anyone tries to touch him, that my pillow smells like him. That he’s a fucking hustler. I pay the bill quickly and head to the gym. I need to get him out of my system.

I’m on my way in when I see him. He’s talking to a potential trick. I know that smile. He’s a hustler. He’s hustling. I shrug and go inside.

TBC