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author: vamphile, challenge #42: author's choice, epic series: hustler!j/whore in a hoody

Whore In A Hoody
Title: Hustler!Justin XXII (Whore in a Hoody)
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): None

|Hustler!Justin | II | III | IV| V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | XIII | XIV | XV | XVI | XVII | XVIII | XIX | XX | XXI |

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Hustler Justin XXII
Whore In A Hoody

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What the fuck am I supposed to say? Do I boost his ego by telling him that he is “escort material”? I wave for another bottle of wine. “Justin.”

He doesn’t even look at me. “Justin. I wasn’t… I didn’t mean… I am paying for your company aren’t I?”

He looks up and gives a half smile. “I guess.”

“So just assume that other’s would.”

“You really think so?”

Great, why doesn’t he just ask me to introduce him to a few. Then I can change my name to Isaac. At least he’s happy for the rest of the meal.


~~~246~~~
I’m drunk and full by the time we’re done. He laughs when I try to get him to taste the chocolate cake, but he eventually sucks it off my finger. I think he must be drunk too. He stops to kiss me before we get in the car, swearing he’s just getting the last of the chocolate off of my lips. We’re both smiling as we’re driving back to my place. When we’re on the elevator he nuzzles my neck. His hands are running up my torso and then trying to slide under my waistband as I unlock the door.


~~~247~~~
He tastes like chocolate and red wine. He’s laughing freely and is captivatingly beautiful like this. I think I’m drunk. I move towards the sofa but he shakes his head. “We’ll mess it up.” He pushes me towards his bedroom, which is really his office. I want to say something but I won’t ask him to give up his sanctuary, besides, the bed is soft. He’s kissing my skin as he unbuttons my shirt. I groan. His hands are strong, efficient and nimble. My pants are gone in seconds. He takes me to the back of his throat and hums.


~~~248~~~
His eyes are half lidded. He spreads his legs as I deep throat him. I stroke his thighs, cradle his balls, and suck hard. I slide my lips up the shaft and move my hand to the base of his cock. He doesn’t complain. He never starts to thrust into my mouth but simply lies back, running his hands through my hair, not directing my head. I press my tongue into his slit and he lets out a deep grunt. He comes and I pull back, letting it splatter across my face and chest. I look at him and smile.


~~~249~~~
I pull at his arm. He crawls up my body. He’s still dressed. Well, he’s gonna have to clean that shirt now. I wonder why he didn’t just swallow but I pull him forward and kiss him instead of asking. Now we’re both covered with my come. He sighs as I wrap an arm around him, pulling him closer to me. I use my other hand to work the fly of his pants. He shakes his head against my chest. “You don’t have to.” I’m too drunk to have this argument. I growl instead. He shuts up and helps me.


~~~250~~~
We’re both naked. He’s rolling me onto my back, moving his mouth down my chest. I sigh, closing my eyes. For the first time in years it’s not because I don’t want to see what’s coming next. I lose myself to the feel of his lips on my skin, him pushing my thighs apart, his tongue licking around the head of my cock. His lips slide down my shaft. He takes me to the back of his throat and now I need to open my eyes. His are closed and he seems to want nothing more than to taste me.


~~~251~~~
He comes and I’m hard again. I kiss him and he pulls my head forward, his tongue sliding over mine. I reach for a condom. I cover two fingers with lube and press one inside him. He bites his lip and I move back and forth inside him slowly. He squeezes his eyes closed and I stop. “Justin.” He turns his head. I take my hand away from his ass and something cold and acidic roils in my stomach. There’s blood. “Justin!” He won’t look at me. I wash my hands, and come back with a wet cloth. “What happened?”


~~~252~~~
“Brian move, I need to put the sheets in the wash.”

“Go clean up. I’ll take care of the sheets.”

I want to argue with him but his expression makes it seem pointless. I go into the bathroom and close the door. Fuck. I got drunk and forgot, besides, once most guys come, they’re not ready to fuck again so quickly. Christ. What’s wrong with this guy? He has cancer and radiation and still can’t get enough.

I know it’s wrong to blame him. It just feels easier. When I come out the bed is in pristine condition. He glowers.


~~~253~~~
He’s wearing a robe when he comes out. He hands me one. “Convenient.” He doesn’t say anything.

I toss the robe on the bed and move closer to him. “Justin.” He closes his eyes and I wrap my arms around him. His head rests against my chest. I kiss the top of it because it keeps me from throttling him or tracking down whatever sick fuck hurt him. “Did things get out of hand?”

He shakes his head and I want to scream. “So you knew he wanted this?”

I feel him nod against my chest. “Next time, say no.”


~~~254~~~
I push away from him. “You think it’s that easy?”

He nods.

“I asked what he wanted, I knew what I was getting into, and I made five hundred dollars.”

“To let a man rape you.”

“That’s not what happened!”

“Really?” His eyebrow arches.

“It’s not! We’ve been through this. I’m tired of justifying my life to you!”

“Then justify it to yourself. Tell me how you convince yourself that it’s okay to let anyone treat you like that.”

“This is what I do! It’s who I am! And I won’t be able to cash in on this much longer.


~~~255~~~
He’s crying and yelling at the same time. “Why not?”

“Because eventually I’ll start to look my age.”

Someday, he’ll say something about this that doesn’t make me feel like killing someone. “Then what?”

“I don’t know. Probably nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Someday the clients will dry up, and then I’ll end up homeless…” he shrugs.

“So your plan is to live like this 'til you die of hypothermia on the street?”

“It wasn’t my plan. Plans change.”

“Isaac was supposed to take care of you.”

“Yeah, but he’s gone, and I won’t recruit some other kid to do this for me.”


~~~256~~~
As I say it out loud it seems even more hopeless. I just live like this, in pain, and fear, until I can’t anymore. He takes my hand and sits me on the bed. “Justin, you have other options.”

“Really, like what?”

“Well, lets say you had a crap job, that you hated. How different would that be from today?”

I sniffle and he hands me a tissue. “Not much.”

“Right, so all you can afford is a tiny one room apartment, with a chair, a bed and a microwave…”

I see his point. It’s all I have now. “But…”


~~~257~~~
I think I may have finally gotten through that unfathomably thick skull of his. “No buts. You can’t do that, you can’t survive if you don’t live through this and Justin, if you keep this up, you won’t. You’ll get sick, or you’ll bleed out, or someone will go to far. And even if it didn’t risk your life… no one is supposed to live in this kind of pain and fear.”

“Well, what kind of pain and fear am I supposed to live in?”

I kiss the top of his head. “The kind we all do. It’s called life.”

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