The Hustler
March 3rd, 2008

Quite some time ago, long before Rudolph attacked Eighth Avenue, I visited a male move house. It wasn’t the Adonis. In fact, I forget the name. It was just a sleazy man club, I had a few drinks on 42nd street beforehand, so I wasn’t well geared to deal with hustlers.

Well, then. I was watching a porn flick when a very good-looking young man approached. My dick was raging, to be sure. He led me into the basement of the theatre and then he sucked me off like nobody’s business. I was aware at the time that my wallet was in jeopardy. But, when you’re getting head like the head of your dreams, you kind of blank out.

I shot my load into his mouth. Then I realized my wallet was gone and I freaked. There I was, in that dingy, disgusting cellar, with that cocksucker. Then I remembered what what my best friend told me: tenacity. I didn’t give up. even as the vile hustler was telling me that I must’ve lost it it the theatre. But I persisted. I searched. He got pissed off as I kept looking. Then I saw truth - he had flipped my wallet out of my pants while he was sucking me off.

The best part? He pretended to be happy when I found it. The better part? When I told him I had $300 bucks in it. Let me tell you - I bought drinks for everybody at La Rousse that night.

- Jack X

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