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  HUSTLE NO MORE

  By

  Michael J. Banni

  WARNING

  This is an erotic gay love story. It contains sexually explicit descriptions of male/male sexual encounters as well as adult language. It may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is only for sale to adults who desire to read such material. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

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  Copyright © 2016 by Michael J. Banni

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  HUSTLE NO MORE

  An Erotic Gay Love Story

  Part 1 - Meet Lance Wilson

  Even as a baby, Lance Wilson was small, looking almost frail. His mother's doting nature did nothing to help his psychological development. He was always healthy enough, physically; he was just small and had poor vision. Those two traits along with his childhood shyness, caused Lance to be laughed at and bullied through his school years, clear up into high school. As a result, he sometimes lived in a dream world where, instead of being bullied, he was liked, admired, and desired. His psyche had been damaged during his very early years and it would take a great deal of time before Lance would become totally aware of, adjusted to, and satisfied with himself as a person.

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  Lance turned 18 when he was still in his senior year in high school. He had turned out to be a very good looking young man. Thanks to working out at a gym in downtown Clinton, he had a rather well defined, if not athletic, body. However, as a high school freshman, he was the quintessential nerd; a 98 pound, four eyed weakling. He didn't really have four eyes, he just wore thick glasses. Being just under 5' 3” tall, he was the second shortest kid in the school. He had one very positive feature, a very handsome face which was a visual shock when one considered the scrawny little body that head and face were attached to. He was thin to the point of being skinny. His arms and legs were like pieces of spaghetti. He had the build of a young girl and was so ashamed of it that he actually wore clothes to hide it. He wore long sleeved shirts and long pants in the dead of summer when it was 98 degrees in the shade and all the other guys were wearing tank tops and shorts. He was even ashamed of his dick which, at just under four inches long fully erect, was small for a young man of his age. It had all taken a huge toll on his mind. He was an introvert who lacked any self-confidence or the ability to interact with kids his own age. He was what most people would have considered a looser who probably wouldn't even finish high school. However, Lance's outward appearance or lack of self-confidence didn't affect his academic ability or accomplishments. He was a very smart kid.

  He was a loaner and had virtually no friends. At least he had no friends until his sophomore year. It was during the summer between his first and second year in high school that Lance decided he had to do something about his appearance if he was going to survive high school. He was sure that the way he looked to people was the root of all his problems. He would never have any friends looking and acting the way he did, like a nerd. He just wasn't sure about how to go about remaking his body and his image.

  The first thing he did was to convince his parents to pop for the cost of having Lasik Surgery done on his eyes to eliminate the need for glasses. The results showed off his big brown bedroom eyes as they really were, alluring and inviting. That made his eyes and handsome facial features the center of attention when looking at Lance's face. To help improve his body, he worked out at a local gym, did a lot of running, swimming and exercising during that summer. All that effort coupled with his working part time on a farm bailing hay and mending fences did manage to fill out his body some, even if only to a somewhat smaller degree than he had hoped for. At least his baby fat had disappeared and the beginning of a young man's torso began to appear. He had started to grow a little and was now all of 5 feet 4 and ½ inches tall. Yes, that half inch was important to him. In spite of all of the exercising he had done during the summer, he entered his sophomore year still looking somewhat like a weakling, but at least he wasn't the 98 pound weakling he was the year before. He had gotten rid of the glasses and put on a little weight. However, his self-esteem was still suffering from the lonely and frustrating times he suffered that first year in high school. In spite of it all, he was determined that his second year was going to be different.

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  It was the second week of the school year. Lance sat in the back of his homeroom class when the door opened and a handsome young man entered. He was a tall kid, almost 6 foot, and had what appeared to be the body of an athlete. His self-confidence was evident in the way he walked, almost a swagger, which added to his mystique. He had light sandy brown hair and blue-gray eyes. While his features were a little on the refined side, there was no doubt that the guy was all man. He handed the homeroom consular a note and waited.

  “Class, this is William Snyder, a transfer from a school up north. William, why don't you take the empty seat in the back of the room, next to Lance?” Lance raised his hand. “I'm sure that you will all get around to introducing yourselves to William throughout the day.”

  William walked to the back of the room, smiling and nodding to some of the kids in the class, especially the pretty girls and the guys who looked like athletes. He smiled at Lance and sat down. Lance smiled back and forced himself to look toward the front of the room. He was instantly taken by this good-looking guy.

  William's father wanted to name his son Wilhelm after the great German emperor but his mother would have nothing of it. She said he was born in America so his name would be William and so it was.

  Lance and William, better known as Will, had six out of seven classes together. Lance's personality had changed since his first year in high school and he had progressed to the point where he was no longer intimated just by having to talk to people, even his peers. He was however, still somewhat shy and in the case of Will, very shy. Fortunately for Lance, Will was the outgoing type and had no hang-ups about anyone in his new school or anything else for that matter. He went out of his way to be friendly to Lance. He figured Lance to be smart and decided he could be useful. Thus they became friends while in class, at least in the beginning.

  While Lance and Will had most of their classes together, it wasn't until the first lab experiments for a Chemistry class that the two really became friends. Academically, Will was just a bit above average but was having some difficulty in the Chemistry class. When it came time to sign up for a lab partner, he asked the one kid he knew to be smart. He asked Lance to be his lab partner. Lance jumped at the chance to spend time working close to Will. Even though he had a terrible crush on Will, he didn't have the nerve to make any forward moves. He was satisfied to desire him anomalously and from a distance. During the rest of the school year the two started to pal around a little more. It wasn't as though they had become best buds or anything like that, they just spent more time together.

  While the academic classes and their budding fr
iendship allowed Lance to learn about Will's personality and his outlook on life, it was the PE classes that provided opportunities for Lance to check out Will's body. After PE classes that included physical activities, the students usually headed for the showers. Lance, as was usual for him, held back until most of the others had finished in the shower. Finding only a couple other guys in the shower when he went in, Lance was less intimated. His awkwardness skyrocketed when he realized that one of the guys was Will. He quickly moved to the far end of the showers, several shower-heads down from where Will was rinsing off soap. With his eyes clear of soap, Will recognized Lance and moved to the place next to Lance. Lance's back was toward Will.

  “Hi Lance. I didn't see you when you came in. How's it going?” Will was just trying to be friendly.

  Without turning around, Lance answered. “I'm OK. The class was kind of a workout. I may be a little sore later.” He was afraid to face Will.

  As Will reached over to the faucet to turn on more hot water his hand brushed Lance's shoulder. Startled, Lance turned only to find himself looking directly into Will's chest. His eyes automatically went down to Will's crotch. The big soft dick, over five inches of it, surprised Lance. His reaction did not go unnoticed by Will.

  Smiling, Will spoke. “The warmer water will help ease some of the soreness. You're kind of a little guy but I see the makings of a nice body starting to show. Do you work out?”

  “Yeah I do, in a gym downtown. I didn't think it was helping much.” Lance was nervous talking to Will but was happy to see that Will wasn't turned off by his small physique.

  “Just stay with it. Trust me, it will help build you up.”

  Lance couldn't help his natural urge to look at Will's junk. Each time he did, he would return his glance back to Will's face only to find Will had noticed his glance. In spite of how embarrassing it was, it was also very exciting for Lance. He realized he was starting to bone up so he shut the water off and quickly headed for the locker room.

  Sitting on a bench in front of his locker Lance had a towel around his neck with the end of it covering his lap and his partial erection. Will stood next to him casually drying off. His slim waist only accented his somewhat thick chest. His six-pack abs were as sensuous as the rest of his torso. Will's balls were on the large size and hung loose behind his long dick. Lance struggled to get his mind on something besides the handsome Will standing next to him. The whole episode left Lance excited, embarrassed, frustrated, and angry with himself. He stood up and quickly turned toward his locker. He retrieved his clothes, dressed and headed out the door. He barely got out a “see you later” before he was gone. From then on, Will became the handsome big dicked German of his fantasies.

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  Will had a car and would give Lance a ride home from time to time. These rides sometimes ended with Will going inside and Lance offering him a drink. Will always accepted so Lance began a habit of taking small amounts of bourbon from his father's stash. In spite of there being a number of opportunities to play around, most initiated by Will, nothing ever happened. One such incident happened when Will said he had to take a leak and needed to know where the bathroom was. Lance took him to the bathroom and waited. Will went in and pulled out his big dick and stood at the commode pulling on it slowly, like he was trying to pee. He saw that Lance was staring at his dick, just as he thought Lance might. He had an inkling that Lance liked boys.

  Will smiled. “I guess I was wrong. I think my dick just needed some air.” He was baiting Lance.

  Embarrassed and red faced, Lance returned to the living room. Will came into the room, his junk put away in his tight white briefs that were not able to hide the bulging dick hidden inside. His pants were not yet buttoned up. Will leaned up against the console TV, legs partially outstretched in front of him. He just smiled at Lance.

  “You better finish fixing your pants, someone might come home.” Lance was excited but scared. He wanted to fool around but the fear of possibly being labeled gay and losing his only friend was far greater than his desire to suck Will's cock.

  Even though Will figured nothing was going to happen then, the look on Lance's face and the hunger in his eyes told Will something would happen, eventually. He finished buttoning up his pants, downed his drink and headed out the door.

  “See you tomorrow.” Will smiled an infectious smile just to let Lance know that everything was still cool.

  For the rest of the day Lance beat himself up for being such a coward. It made no difference since the fear of being outed was to be with him for a long time to come.

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  There was another incident Lance had endured. It was during their senior year. After discussing what might happen after they graduated, they had both decided to look into the armed forces. Lance was considering the Navy and Will was interested in the Air Force. One day after their last class, the two headed to the Post Office to see the recruiters. All Armed Forces recruiters were located in the basement. They met in the basement hallway after their interviews. They were headed toward the stairs when Will spoke up.

  “I've gotta take a leak.”

  They went into the men's room and Will sauntered up to the urinal, pulled out his big dick and stood there, pulling on it slowly. Lance couldn't help but stare. Will finished peeing but continued to pull on his dick. He was slowly boning up and he knew Lance was watching. He wanted to make sure Lance saw his growing dick.

  “You look hungry.” Will was still trying to get an admission from Lance.

  Nervously Lance answered. “Well, maybe I am.”

  “Well, maybe I'll just feed it to you later.”

  Lance didn't reply. Will put his dick away and they left the bathroom. On the ride out to the farm, Lance fought a terrible war in his mind. One side of him wanted Will to go through with his threat to feed him. He so desperately wanted to have Will's cock in his mouth and taste the cum that was sure to come from that big dick. The other side of his mind wanted the situation to just disappear and thus insure their friendship remained intact. By the time they got to the farm, Lance's mind was in total chaos. He was confused, frightened, and anxious. He didn't know how he would react if Will actually asked him to suck his dick. As it turned out, Will had decided to just let the incident at the Post Office go. He really liked Lance and didn't want to put a strain on their friendship. To Lance, the incident left him frustrated but happy that he didn't have to make any decisions. Will was still his friend and that was the most important thing to him.

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  Lance's older brother Archie had all but disowned him when he found out that Lance was gay but he never told anyone. The two were civil toward each other but their closeness was gone. That told Lance he had to keep his secret closely guarded. So it was with Will. Will had become the big dicked German of Lance's dreams. Through the rest of their time in high school, Lance and Will remained good friends but there was never anything sexual between them, at least not physically, only in Lance's mind. He spent many a night thinking about Will, his big dick, and what it would be like to taste it as he indulged in one of his favorite pastimes, masturbation.

  Lance continued to work out at the gym for the rest of his high school days. During the summer between junior and senior years, Lance got his growth spurt and he ended up being just over 5' 6' tall. His dick also gained some length and he finally sported a nearly six and a half inch dick, when he was erect that is. He wasn't overly proud of his dick but he wasn't ashamed of it either. In spite of being a short man, he was at least average, or a little above, in the dick department and he was satisfied with that part of his anatomy. All things being considered, especially his exceptionally handsome face, Lance turned out to be quite a good-looking and attractive young man.

  By the time Lance finished high school, he had saved enough money to start college. When he announced his being accepted to Bradley University, his parents bought Lance a car to use while in Peoria. It wasn't a new car but it was new enough to be
reliable. His grandparents had set up a trust fund to pay for his and his brother's college tuition. He was all set. All Lance had to do was to pay for incidentals. His decision to move to Peoria meant he would be living some 65 miles northwest of Clinton. It was there he would continue his education in computer sciences at Bradley University. It was there he would begin to explore the world of the gay society; in Lance's mind, a secret society.

  Part 2 – Lance's Life as a Hustler

  While he knew he could have gotten into a dorm room, Lance decided he would find a small apartment or maybe a room in a private home. He really wanted to be on his own. What he found was a small apartment above a garage that rented for only $400 a month. Lance knew he had enough money to last through his first year and part of the second year. It would only be a matter of finding work he could do on nights and weekends to help him with his expenses in the years that followed. He hoped he would find full time work during the summer between his freshman and sophomore years.

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  To Lance, Peoria was a big city filled with all sorts of exciting adventures that weren't available in his home town of Clinton, the original one horse town. There were drive-ins like Steak and Shake, Lou's and Hunt's where all types of kids, high school and college kids alike, hung out. If nothing else, they were places where he could go to watch and want. The riverfront was another place that Lance wanted to experience. It was a place filled with shops and restaurants where the city of Peoria meets the Illinois River. There were skating rinks including one across the river in East Peoria that he intended to checkout. He had done his internet research before making his decision to go to Peoria for college. He had even read about a certain downtown movie theater that had a somewhat active balcony that he had every intention of finding out if the rumors were true or not. As anxious as he was to experience all he could, Lance was in no big hurry. He knew he had four years to explore, to experience and to enjoy all of what Peoria had to offer to a young gay man.