Reading this series, you might assume I did nothing as a uni student except have sex. Obviously, that is far from the truth. I had part-time work and a busy social life, I was a committed gym-goer and I played footy for a uni team, I did swimming, surfing and running, I had an active family life, and of course I attended lectures and found time to study. As every straight or bi guy knows, pulling chicks is hard work. I was never interested in the hassle of having a girlfriend at uni, but unless I was in a regular hookup situation (which was the case from time to time), I'd only get to sleep with a girl every couple of weeks; let's all be honest, that is pretty standard. But if you have the advantage of being gay, bi, flexible, open-minded or just indiscriminate, it is just so easy to hookup with guys. Unless you have conservative religious or cultural values, most guys see sex as a biological function, an itch to be scratched, and compartmentalise it from romantic love-making. So I could get that itch scratched by a random guy or fuck buddy pretty much as often as I wanted.
And as I've mentioned in previous chapters, I was also happy to put out for cash. As a closeted bi guy I didn't often frequent gay venues, but if I was ever approached, and if I was by myself, if I wasn't crawling-up-the-walls horny, and if the guy wasn't insanely hot, I just politely made it clear that I was looking to get paid. You'd be surprised how often that turned out to be OK, especially if the dude was a bit older or found the idea a turn-on. I won't mislead you, this didn't happen that frequently, but it did happen, and enough times that two or three guys had my number and would hit me up for a no-strings, no-effort hookup every so often. I never set up any online profiles or notice board ads or anything while I lived in Australia because I still lived at home with my parents and didn't take sex work that seriously, it was just a fun way to make some extra cash when the opportunity arose.
In fact, the best place to get a paid hookup was down by the beach. This series is called "Dirt in the dunes" in honour of my first time experience in the sand dunes behind a rented holiday beach house, but the secluded beachfront car parks near where I lived were serious well-known cruising hotspots at night. There were three main ones, as I learned from online research and first-hand experience: One was a general dogging area, where mostly straight couples would put on a show for onlookers; the other two were gay cruising zones, but one of them was more known for hustling, where it was generally expected that lads would accept pretty much any approach as long as there was cash exchanged. The punters were typically older (though not always), but often they were guys who just didn't have the time or the interest in spending ages cruising - they wanted a sure thing and they wanted it quick.
I'd generally head down to the hustling spot once every week or two and see what was happening, bearing in mind that sometimes the answer was precisely nothing! There might be no one parked up at all, or a couple of young guys like me there but no punters, or no spare punters. But whatever the case, I'd park up, generally wearing a pair of gym shorts (commando of course), because their elasticated waistbands made it easy to get them on and off in a hurry. I'd be barefoot, and what was on my upper body would depend on the weather - a hoodie if it was cool, a singlet, sleeveless tee or even bare chested if it was a hot night. As well as the old towel I used as a cumrag, I'd bring a small toiletries pouch with condoms, lube, poppers, wet wipes and dogshit bags (for the used condoms and rubbish - I'm not into littering, man). I might sit with the door open and the interior light on, or scroll my phone while standing outside the car and leaning on the bonnet. If there was no action for me, I'd head off after an hour or so and drive to the more general gay cruising area or some other cottaging site to get my rocks off. But if I got approached, I would generally let the guy touch me up a bit before he asked how much. Because I wasn't offering "anything goes" in comfortable surroundings for an hour, the rates were cheap, and I'd worked out 20 bucks for a suck and 40 for a suck and fuck (whether I was the doer or the done-to) was a fair price for something that would usually be over in well under 10 minutes. But I'd do anal for as little as 30 if I really felt like it. Either me or the punter would do it bent over the car bonnet or with the upper body through the window of the car door, or kneeling on the front seat, or in the open car boot. Usually the hotness of the situation was enough to get me hard, but if the guy really wasn't attractive at all, hopefully he'd either top me or be really good at head.
If younger guys - around my age or slightly younger - did come looking for action, they usually wanted to get topped. I know it sounds like a stereotype but that's just how it worked out for me. As I got older I looked more toppy, even though I actually leaned towards bottoming given the choice. I was muscley, with a hairy chest, long surfie hair, and sporting anything from stubble to a full-on beard, depending. Guys who wanted to suck cock and get fucked just thought I looked the type.
I did get quite a few punters in their 50's and 60's, but bear in mind this was Australia, and older guys who lived on the coast would often keep themselves pretty tanned and fit, so it wasn't a problem for me. In contrast with my younger punters, they saw me as a fit young surfer they wanted to fuck. But they lasted longer too, so my low-end pricing sometimes worked against me, but in exchange I'd get a really good seeing-to. Now this was really uncommon but on a few occasions I got two or three tops in a row, when a fresh guy came over while I was already sucking cock or getting fucked. It would almost turn into a dogging situation. This happened midsummer, when the nights were hot and sultry, but late, after the sun had gone down. Those times were good fun and good earners.
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The time I really remember when I took several punters one after the other, it was late 2013, in the height of summer, and I whad recently turned 21. I was sitting in the driver's seat, wearing I think a Quicksilver sleeveless tshirt, my bare feet in the footwell, and the elasticated gym shorts at my knees (where they'd be easy to tug back up in a hurry). I had a full beard at this time, and my long hair was tied back in a loose, messy man-bun. I was bored so I'd pushed the seat back a bit and was casually stroking my hardon to some porn on my phone. I heard the crunch of tyres on gravel and sand as a car pulled up ten or so metres away; I paused, ready to move fast if I needed to hide my stiffie. The car's headlights went out and the passenger-side window near to me rolled down; I saw the dark shape of the driver. After a couple of minutes I resumed wanking, and as I had the window down and the interior light on, I reckon the guy would have been able to see my bare muscled right arm working and got a good idea of what I was up to. My breathing quickened and I started to sweat, 'cos I always got a little bit of nerves when being approached, especially if I was being really brazen with my dick out like I was on that night (hey, so much could go wrong - it could be a cop, or someone I knew, or an asshole). The guy came over to me, and I reckon he was in his 50's, wearing boardies, a RipCurl tshirt and thongs on his bare feet. He was pretty fit actually, with a full head of conservatively-cut salt and pepper hair and a bit of stubble, his body surfer-lean. I put my phone down but kept slowly jerking off as I smiled up at him. He smiled back, leaned on the car and casually reached through the window to feel my chest through my sleeveless tee, then dropped it to my cock. I took my hand away and put it behind my head to show off some sweaty hairy pit for him, and let him play with my stiff dick for a minute.
"How much?" he asked in a low, gruff voice as he firmly stroked me.
"What are you after?" I replied.
"Some head. But do ya get fucked?"
"Yeah sure, 40 bucks for both".
He nodded, let go of my cock, pulled out his wallet from his back pocket and fished out two tens and a 20. I took the cash, put it in the glove compartment and opened the car door. He stood back as it swung open then came back in close as I swung my bare feet out onto the sandy ground and pushed my shorts down to my ankles. He rested a hand on my head as I unfastened his board shorts, ripped open the velcro fly and took out his semi-hard, hairy, circumcised penis. It was a nice size and fairly thick, and I got straight into kissing the leaking tip and rubbing it teasingly through my beard, appreciating his moan as I took him fully in my mouth and started working him with my hand and playing with his heavy low-hanging hairy ballsack at the same time to get him hard. It didn't take long for him to get firm and long, and I had to get my throat to relax to take him all the way without gagging too much. He started to run his hands down my neck, under my tee, down my broad muscular back, and along my bare arms. "That's it, good boy, suck that cock. You like it don't you?" "MMMMMMMMFFFFFFF", I agreed. He gently pushed me off his cock, tilted my jaw up, leaned down and gave me a wet, wide-open-mouthed kiss, his tongue pushing aggressively into my mouth and probing around, duelling with my tongue as it moved.
Eventually he broke the kiss. "Sit back, I wanna see ya". Obediently, I leaned back and pulled my tee right up into my armpits so he could rub his hand over my furry pecs and abs before gripping my cock and giving it a firm wank. "Fuck yeah, nice mate", he muttered, before grabbing my arm and pulling me back forward to resume sucking his cock. After a couple of minutes of oral he said quietly "can I fuck ya now mate?" I stopped sucking as I nodded, and passed him a condom and the small bottle of lube from my toiletries pouch. He took a step back as he started to unwrap and roll-on the rubber, and while he was doing that I tugged my shorts over my bare feet and threw them on the passenger seat. Now naked from the waist down, I shuffled my ass towards the door, lay back and hauled my legs up and back by my thighs, then started taking a few hits of poppers. Grunting appreciatively, the dude squirted some lube on his sheathed tool, and then wiped his slippery fingers up my hairy trench before pushing one of them into my tight anus. He didn't waste any time properly loosening me up, he just bent his knees, put his cockhead against my hole and nudged it forward until it was starting to spread my guyhole open. He then rested one hand on my thigh and gripped the roof of the car with his other, and pushed forward with his hips. It did hurt a little bit as he pushed up into my rectum, but I was used to it and it didn't last. He started to give me a solid fuck as I waked my hard dudesteak.
After a minute or so, the handbrake digging into my back started to piss me off. "Mate, can I get up?" I asked, and he nodded as he withdrew from my butt and stepped back. I stood up, shut the car door, turned and bent over, bracing myself in the open driver's seat window. Another car pulled up not far away just as my punter got behind me and pushed his cock back into my hairy wet cunt, starting to fuck me hard. As he hammered away at my bum, the new arrival walked up to perve at the action. He was maybe late 30's or early 40's, stocky build, OK-looking, with his scalp clippered down to a grade one or so and thick blond scruff on his jaw. He was wearing boardies and a vest, plus black Nikes without socks. He fished out his hard tool and started to wank as he watched the older dude fuck me from behind. Finally, my punter grunted and pushed his groin hard into my glutes a few times, squeezing his nutjuice out into the rubber, then slid out. I reached into the car, grabbed a baggie from my toiletries pouch and held it open for him as he dropped the used condom in it, tucked his softening knob away, nodded his thanks, nodded a gruff acknowledgement at the new dude, and headed back to his own vehicle.
I re-opened the car door and sat on the seat, my bare feet in the sand, hard leaking cock jutting up, catching my breath. The new guy sidled up, still wanking. "How much for head?" "20", I replied. "This is all I got mate", he said, showing me a ten and a fiver. I shrugged, took it off him, and sucked him into my gob. He started to fuck my throat, enjoying my gagging sounds as I beat my meat hard. After less than two minutes he said "can I cum in your mouth?" I nodded around a mouthful of hot cock and started to work his shaft with one hand as I sucked and tongued the head - he soon filled my mouth with warm salty spooge as he sighed "Jeeeeeeeezus yesssssss.....". As I swallowed, he gave my beard an affectionate stroke, smiled, stuffed himself back in his boardies and left.
My cock went soft but I hadn't cum, so I thought I might hang around for a bit longer. I secured my cash and pulled my shorts back on, then sat back and scrolled Insta for a bit. About 20 minutes later a dark Audi pulled up on the other side of the carpark. I watched it for a few minutes, then he flashed his headlights. Sticking a couple of condoms and the lube in my pocket, I locked the car and walked barefoot across the sandy ground towards him. He wound the front passenger window down as I approached, and I leaned into the car and smiled at him. He was probably early 30's with a lean runner's build, short blond hair, and clean shaven regular features. He was in navy suit trousers, brown leather shoes and a white business shirt, sleeves rolled up, top two buttons undone, allowing me a glimpse of smooth chest. There were sweat patches under the arms of the shirt, but hey, it was a muggy warm night. He was already kneading the hard tube outlined in his trousers.
"What ya lookin' for mate?" I asked. "A fuck", he replied. Obviously I didn't yet know whether he was top or bottom but it didn't matter. "40 bucks" I told him, and he handed over two 20's straight away. He reclined his seat and started unbuckling his belt, so I opened the passenger door and crawled onto the seat. He pushed his trousers and boxer briefs down mid-thigh, revealing a nice cut cock, rock hard and leaking. He must have been feeling horny all evening. I swallowed him down and he rested one hand on the back of my head and sighed as his other hand slid up the back of my sleeveless tee and stroked my sweaty back before slipping down the back of my gym shorts, first feeling my hairy glutes, then moving into my hairy wet trench and probing until he found my lube-wet asshole. "Busy night?" he chuckled as one of his fingers started to tease my slippery pucker. "Hmmm-hmmmmm" I moaned as I sucked his cock hungrily.
After a while he opened his door, so I stopped sucking as he got out, holding his trousers up, and moved around to car to where I was on all fours on his passenger seat, ass outwards. He crouched down and tugged my shorts down over my ass to my knees and spread my glutes wide to inspect my pulsing hole. He ran a finger down my slippery crack and over the wet fuckhole, then pushed it in me. "Fuck, you're nice and lubed already mate." As he started to fuck the finger in and out of my cunt, I fumbled around in the pocket of my shorts and passed him a condom and the lube, for which he muttered "cheers mate". He stood, sheathed and lubed his cock, then pushed through my relaxed ring and up into my guts. As he gathered pace, he unbuttoned his shirt so he could push it out of the way, then grabbed my hips and started to slam me hard. Fuck, it felt nice, and I was stroking my cock in time with his thrusts.
Withdrawing, he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to my feet; I turned and we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed as my bare tool slid against his slippery sheathed cock. He helped me out of my tee and tossed it on the bonnet as I let my shorts fall to the ground, then he opened the back passenger-side door and had me lie back on the seat, now totally naked. I lifted my legs and he guided his cock back into my shitchute, then he grabbed my ankles and really started to fuck hard as I resumed jerking my cock, my other arm behind my head to give my bicep a pump and show off my slick pit. I'd built up such a head of steam that night that I came in minutes, my cum spattering my chest and abs before pooling in my pubic bush. "Whoa, fuckin' nice", he gasped. "I wanna shoot on your face, yeah?" As he pulled out and yanked off the rubber, I slid out of the car and got on my knees in the dirt, seed running down my torso, head back, mouth open, tongue out, milking my cock as his fist blurred over his own rigid tool. Finally his fist slowed down, he grunted, and jets of scum lashed across the bridge of my nose, my tongue and beard, dripping down to my sweaty hairy pecs. As he spasmed, I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him slowly, extracting the last drops and savouring the shivers that ran through his body.
Grinning, he grabbed my hand and hauled me to my feet. He did his shirt back up, tucked it into his trousers and headed back to the driver's side as I picked up my shorts, vest and the used condom from the sandy ground. "Cheers buddy", he said in a low voice as he started the car up. He was backing out of his spot even as I strode naked aross the carpark to my own vehicle. There I unlocked the boot and wiped my face and body off with my cumrag before pulling my shorts and vest back on. I put the condom and wrapper with the other one in the shit baggie and wandered over to put it in the bin, before dusting the worst of the sand off my bare feet and getting back behind the wheel to head home.
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I remember very well the last time I hustled down at the beach, because it put the fear of God into me. It was December 2014, I was 22 years old and I'd just finished my final law school exams. I had my articles year starting the coming January (that is like the professional training year before you full qualify). My hair had been cut into a conservative short back and sides, my beard shaved off and my ear ring replaced wiht a discreet silver stud for the job interviews I'd had in the Spring, but in the few months since I'd let both hair and beard do their own thing and go full-on scruffy before I went permanently clean-cut. Why I was still cruising for cash I don't know, because as an aspiring lawyer I had a lot to lose, but we all like a bit of risk-taking behaviour don't we?
Anyway it was late evening, not long after full dark. Like I said, my interview-friendly haircut had grown into a shaggy surfer's mop in the few months since, and I had a scruffy full beard again. After dinner and an hour or so's work on an essay, I'd gotten restless and irritated in the evening heat, so I'd changed into a pair of board shorts, grabbed a towel and jumped in my car topless and barefoot to head to the beach for a dip just as the late summer sun was going down. After a plunge and a rinse under the beachside shower, I sat watching the sunset then got back in my car; I decided on a whim to detour via the secluded hustling carpark on the way home to see if there was any action. I sat in the car damp, barefoot, bare chested, my long wet hair loose, keeping my eye open for potential punters. My shorts were open and I was idly playing with my semi as I waited for some action. There were a couple of other cars parked on the other side of the carpark and I reckoned I could see some sexy-time business being conducted over there.
A young guy cycled right up next to my window on his bike and peered in as I wanked. He was slim, with a dark buzzcut and clean-shaven, wearing a vest, cutoff denim shorts and sockless trainers, with a few sketchy tatts on show on his arms and legs. He leaned over and said in a low voice "Can I suck it?". "Sure, 20 bucks”. "I've only got a ten" he said, looking disappointed. I flashed him a grin and shrugged. "Ten it is mate". He smiled, gave me his money and wheeled around to the other side of the car, opened the passenger side door and crawled in. He wasted no time and started sucking me off straight away, so I put one hand on his back, the other behind my head, leaned back, closed my eyes and enjoyed it. So it was that I didn't really notice the sound of other vehicles suddenly driving off at the same time, and I jerked into alertness as there was a blaze of light into my car.
"FUCK!" squawked my punter, and he slid out of the car, leaped onto his bike and pedalled off furiously. Blinking into the light, I realised there was a cop there armed with a flashlight, and I was truly fucked. I hurriedly yanked up my boardies and stuffed my wet hardon away, though the copper had already had an eyefull.
Now, I'd like to say he handcuffed me, fucked my face, and raped my cunt with his truncheon, but I promised this series would be about my real encounters and not my fantasies, unfortunately. In reality I was shitting myself, as my law career would be fucked before it even started if I got charged with anything. I pleaded with him for about ten minutes, getting increasingly upset, before he had mercy on me and sent me on my way with verbal warning.
I never hustled there again.
As promised, this is a true account of my experiences as I remember them. More to come! I'd love to hear what you think of it, so email me if you want at [email protected]
