Street Kids and Risky Stranger-Sex: 6 XXX Stories of Teenage Boy-Sluts Working the Streets

By Tosh Turner

Street Boys on the loose: short of cash college students and young guys out on the streets trying to earn money and using the only thing they have to trade with; their cute looks and fit young bodies. This is crude, dirty, sleazy 'ass-for-cash' sex that is guaranteed to arouse and satisfy.

Teenage bum boys, cum sluts and cock-whores who are prepared to go all the way, push back the barriers and do absolutely anything providing the money is right, with the night time kerb crawling married men, sex addicts and frustrated freaks – This is graphic pig sex at its hardest; no niceties, no hearts and flowers, just hardball sex between hustler and client.

 

A 6-pack of hardcore xxx gay sex graphically written, hard and explicit and aimed at broadminded adults and over 18's only. Looking for something special? Something that won't disappoint? You just found it!  One handed reading guaranteed. Scroll down to order now.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: May 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393029908

Book preview

I’m Just Curious

Hey, Hey, Case, Dom whispered, sliding his hand over Casey’s waist as he rolled in against his back. Casey.

Casey groaned softly, not opening his eyes. It hadn’t been more than a half an hour since they’d gone to bed, but Dom was always awake longer, always thinking of things he couldn’t keep to himself.

What? he muttered, trying to ignore Dom’s feather-light touch gliding across his stomach and creeping down to the waist of his boxers.

I had an idea," Dom said, shifting up against Casey's back and smoothing his hands down against his skin. Casey could never resist his touch, not late at night when he wouldn’t give up.

Casey sighed, opening his eyes finally. Dom always had ideas. What? he asked again, eyes falling on the clock. He had to be up early and Dom's whispering in his ear wasn't helping at all.

Dom smiled against the back of his neck, brushing his lips past the skin. You know how we were talking about spicing things up? Well, Dom had talked about it. Casey had hummed along over the morning newspaper.

Yeah, he muttered instead.

I had an idea, Dom repeated, a mischievous grin to his voice, and Casey's heart sunk reluctantly. Dom's ideas either always went wrong or had a catch of some sort.

Casey didn't bother asking 'what' this time and rolled over to face Dom in the dark, eyes darting over the outline of his face in the dim moonlight. He waited a beat as Dom grinned at him.

Shifting forward, Dom stretched out against his body, twining their legs together and aligning their hips slowly. I want to watch.

Watch what? Casey asked, lowering his hands to Dom's hips and trying to keep him at bay even if all he wanted to do right now was ravish him, but he had work in the morning.

Dom didn't let Casey's hands bother him as he shimmied forward, pressing his mouth to Casey's neck and sucking on the skin. I want to watch you fucking someone else.

Casey's eyes shot open and he pushed at Dom. What? he asked for the third time, sure he'd heard wrong. Dom was all sorts of unpredictable but this wasn't a suggestion he ever thought he'd hear.

Dom merely raised an eyebrow. Is it complicated? I want to watch you fuck someone. He shifted, curling back into Casey despite his stupefied expression. It would be so hot, watching you sinking into someone else, like the way you fuck me sometimes. God, I can just see it. It makes me so fucking horny.

Casey didn't know what to say, but his body was heating up at Dom's words. But why? he managed to ask around his growing arousal.

Because I like to watch, Dom replied simply.

And where would we find this person? Casey asked slowly, hands tightening on Dom's hips as he pushed in against him. Screw work. He could be tired tomorrow at this rate.

Dom smirked, nose brushing against Casey's cheek as he dragged his face up to kiss him deeply. I know just the place.

Any reservations Casey felt were alleviated seconds later as Dom pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.

Want a preview?

I thought you'd be watching.

Dom smiled, playing with Casey's brown hair and tracing the line of his neck slowly, circling around the dark spot his mouth had left. I meant a preview of what I'll be watching. Gotta make sure you do it right, and the only way to do that is practice.

Fuck, Casey cursed, pulling Dom in closer and wiping the smile right off his face.

Dom could barely contain his excitement as he grabbed Casey's arm and pulled him out of the bar. Casey had insisted on a drink once Dom had told him where they were finding the third person. He said he needed the sustenance.

Come on, Case, Dom said when he was nearly done with his beer, a few mouthfuls left. He'd been thinking about this the entire day, and even if he knew Casey wasn't as excited as he was, he couldn't think of anything else. For him, sex had always been about adventure and fun, and he wasn't going to wait around to get it.

Okay, okay, Casey replied, leaving a few bills on the table and letting Dom drag him out of the bar. Do you even know where to go?

Of course, Dom replied, eyes already on the prowl for what he wanted. He had standards, after all, if he was going to get off during this. It couldn't be just any run-of-the-mill guy on the street.

That should surprise me but it doesn’t, Casey muttered as Dom led the way. Dom ignored him. They'd been together long enough that Casey ought to know that he knew every inch of this city and every dark corner as well as his own apartment.

You won't regret it, he promised, sliding a hand under the back of his shirt to rest against his lower back. You'll enjoy it.

Casey didn't argue, and Dom hurried forward, eager to get started. He just had to find the right...

Ah!

Turning onto a dimly-lit street, Dom found what he was looking for. There was only one club here, with its doors opened wide and the thudding music reverberating into the street. Clustered away from the entrance were groups of boys who could only be there for one thing.

Dom grinned at Casey's doubtful expression. I'm gonna find the perfect one.

He wouldn't say the pickings were ripe, but he walked with Casey down the street, ignoring the calls out to them, the offers for threesomes. Near the second group, he paused as he caught sight of a guy talking with another. He was taller than the rest and had a smirk on his face as the other guy said something.

That's the one, Dom said. He didn't know how, but he knew immediately on sight that this was the one he wanted Casey to fuck.

The guy was lithe and young, probably about twenty, he would guess, with blond hair and a pointed face. An air of handsomeness hung around his face as he laughed at something the guy said and dug in his pockets for a cigarette.

Casey eyed the guy warily, but once Dom set his eyes on something, that was it. Bracing himself, he let Dom do the talking.

Dom released Casey's arm and stepped up to the guy, who stopped talking with his friend immediately.

He eyed Dom slowly, as thought gauging him. Hundred bucks for fucking. He glanced at Casey. Three hundred for two.

Dom smiled, glancing back at Casey. This was definitely the guy he wanted. What are your policies on extras?

The guy barely batted an eye. Kinky shit is fifty extra. I don't do bondage and I don't pretend to care.

Perfect, Dom replied. You're hired.

The guy snubbed out his cigarette and nodded at his friend once before stepping back with Dom to Casey. He eyed Casey appreciatively, and Dom smirked. He knew Casey was hot, even if Casey didn't.

What do you think? Dom whispered as they turned to walk back down the street, the hustler walking off to the side, not looking particularly interested in their conversation.

Casey shrugged. Remind me again why we just hired a hustler?

Because, Dom replied, reaching for Casey's crotch, and Casey jerked slightly at the unexpected gesture. You're super hot and sometimes I can get off just thinking about you fucking someone else, but I want to see it. I want to see the way you always go for the throat first when you slide in, how you always lick down instead of up.

Casey would have flushed in embarrassment, but he knew Dom noticed those kinds of things. Dom noticed if he bought one percent milk instead of fat-free. He was just that kind of person, so he wasn't surprised that Dom knew every single one of his habits, embarrassing or not.

Dom let go of Casey's jeans, looping his hand around his waist instead. He glanced over to the hustler following. He'd never hired a prostitute before, but the thought gave him a thrill he'd never quite experienced, something about knowing he would do anything so long as they paid him. The opportunities were endless.

The hustler didn't ask where they were going, following their lead as they walked down different streets, away from the clubs and bars until they came to a cheap-looking motel several blocks away. The facade was crumbled, the lights flickering on the sign beyond the letters. Dom had picked it precisely for that reason. The cheaper the better for the ambiance. He didn't want this to be romantic or sweet. He wanted it hot and dirty.

Leading the way inside, he tugged Casey by the shirt, and the hustler followed. The keys jingled in his pocket as he pulled them out. The motel was only two stories, barely big enough to even have a lobby. The shabby rooms smelled a little like febreeze cleaner over remnants of cigarettes.

Pulling off his jacket, Dom left the door open for Casey and the hustler, who came in after him. He tossed it haphazardly on the long TV stand and dropped the keys on top.

The curtains were opened to the street on the opposite side, flashing headlights coming in as cars rushed past. A flashing red light glared in as the stoplight turned, and Dom tugged the curtains shut instead.

Casey shut the door behind them, and the hustler glanced around, unimpressed.

So is this a double?

No, Dom replied simply, stepping over to Casey and pulling off his shirt despite his slight noise of protest. He's gonna fuck you.

The guy arched an eyebrow. And what are you gonna do?

Dom smirked slightly, biting his bottom lip as he reached for Casey's jeans, but Casey pushed his hands away with a look. He dropped them after a second, turning to the hustler. Watch.

Kinky, the guy muttered. That's an extra fifty.

What? But that's not— Casey started to argue, but Dom shut him up with a kiss.

That's fine, he said to the hustler. Now, you can start.

He stepped away from Casey despite the reservations in his gaze, but Casey knew Dom had made up his mind.

Dom left them to take off their clothes as he pulled a grungy-looking chair around from