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author: vamphile, challenge #44: crack fic, epic series: hustler!j/whore in a hoody

Whore In A Hoody
Title: Hustler!Justin XXXII (Whore in a Hoody)
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): 6 To Justin 2 To Brian

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Hustler Justin XXXII
Whore In A Hoody

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I don’t know if it’s better that he doesn’t know how wrong what was done to him is, or if he should be as full of rage for himself as I am for him. I don’t think he even really comprehends what he just told me. His face could have been on milk cartons, his father could have tried, but he was a kid who didn’t even know he was abducted. At that age, they usually assume he ran away. I hold him and he’s looking up at me. “You’re angry.”

I nod. “But not at you.”

“At Isaac again.”


~~~344~~~
I wish he could just accept that my past was my past and it wasn’t so bad. “Brian, I won’t talk about Isaac anymore, not if it’s going to upset you.”

He shakes his head. “You talk about anything you want.”

“Do you really want me to write your book for you?”

“No. But I do want you to write it all down. For you.”

“But I already know it.”

“I know, but they say it’s helpful, and besides, it’ll give you something to do when you’re busy not seeing clients.”

“At all?”

“I think you should take a sabbatical.”


~~~345~~~
I actually hold my breath waiting for his response. He launches off me, and pulls on his robe. “Fuck you!” He storms out and slams the door. Well, that went better than I thought.

I wait a minute before I follow him. He’s on the computer but I’m not sure what he’s doing.

“Show me how to use this thing.”

“For what?”

“I want my own website. I want to advertise. I want clients who don’t ask questions and actually want me.”

“You think I don’t want you?”

“You want something I don’t know if I can give.”

“Please try.”


~~~346~~~
He looks so sad I don’t know what to say. “I won’t stop taking clients. I can’t. I have expenses.”

He nods but he’s trying to find some way around it. I can practically see him thinking. “I’m handling your appointment book. No more than one client a day.”

“I can handle three. Hell, I’ve done four before. Once I did six.”

He doesn’t seem as impressed with that as he should be. “Two.”

I do the math in my head, two clients six days a week. I nod. “Two, but high paying ones.”

“Safewords. No blood, and Charlie’s there.”


~~~347~~~
He agrees and it doesn’t make a fucking difference. He won’t use the safeword anyway. I sit down and watch him think. He bites his thumb and when he turns to face me his anger seems to be gone. He lets his robe pool at his feet as he kneels in front of me.

“I’m sorry I yelled.”

I try to pull him up. I hate when he does this.

“Brian, let me apologize.”

“You just did.”

His mouth is on my cock. His face doesn’t show anything but pleasure. I stroke his hair while he blows me. He’s good.


~~~348~~~
Isaac always said I was a natural at this. I don’t remember much about the first few times we did it except that I kept thinking I was going to choke. That doesn’t happen anymore. Isaac helped me practice until he said I was pretty good. I actually like the way Brian tastes, and I love doing this for him. He loses himself in what he’s feeling. He stops looking so angry and sad. I hold his balls in my hand while I take him all the way into my throat. He groans when I swallow, moments later, he comes.


~~~349~~~
I come and he doesn’t stop until I’m soft again. He pulls off me, licking his lips. I pull him towards me. Kissing him. His mouth, and then when he’s standing between my knees, his chest. I stand up, turning him around 'til he’s on the sofa, and I’m between his legs. He’s only uncomfortable with the idea for a moment, then his hands are twisted in my hair and he’s moaning. I don’t stop either. Not until he pushes me off, laughing. Swearing that he needs at least three minutes before he can go again. I’m happy to wait.


~~~350~~~
"You should sleep at your place tonight." He nods but he’s half asleep on my chest as I say it. I guess we’re both sleeping here. It’s okay though. I don’t mind sleeping in that bed when he’s there with me.

I push at his shoulder a little and we both sort of stumble into the room and fall onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. He reaches for me in the middle of the night and fucks me so gently I’m not sure he was completely awake. Neither of us is really awake until almost noon. It’s nice.

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