This review is from Stroke Magazine V2 N1., and I’m pretty sure these are essentially paid advertisements. But it does tell you exactly what the book’s about.
Timon
BOY HUSTLER by Jack Cummings (Eros Publishing Company $3.95 160 pages)
Hustling—male prostitution—is one of those subjects that are usually grossly neglected and avoided like the pest by most serious writers. And even among those “serious” writers who do tackle the subject, more often than not, the reader or cinema goer is treated to the typical Hollywood softcore exploitation effort whose effect is no more than that of a slight tease.
BOY HUSTLER, written by the illusive author Jack Cummings, is fortunately not one of those efforts. Finally the serious hardcore reader can enjoy a readable and believable treatment of the real underworld of male-male hustling without having to tolerate censorship fatigue nor blatantly exaggerated sensationalism.
And BOY HUSTLER is smutty! It’s the story of Butch, an eighteen year old kid from North Dakota who’s making it big in the Big Apple by selling the services of his big cock. Butch is a faggot alright, but he’s a self-proclaimed enemy of the West Village crowd. You get the impression that this dude would use Polo shirts and hankies for one of two reasons: either for wiping the shit out of his pretty little ass-crack or for smearing his jism into some frilly queen’s Sassoon hairdo.
Butch really is butch and with him the reader takes a journey through the dark side of New York’s Times Square. His profile is one of a professional. He only fucks and suck for bucks.
Butch’s nasty adventures make for page after page of hot and horny reading pleasure and Jack Cummings sees to it that his baby-faced hero doesn’t waste any valuable time. One of the opening scenes of the book is between Butch and one of his regular “johns,” Rob Flynn, whose habit is to pay the boy hustler plenty.
Rob slyly welcomes Butch, into his room at the Royal Arms (since he’s got a sniveling wife and three bratty kids at home) and the action of BOY HUSTLER gets off to a rousing start. It doesn’t take too long for Butch to start pinching Rob’s nipples as he goes down on his hard, fat cock. Although he and Rob usually suck each other off, this time around Rob has a better idea. He wants to fuck Butch’s hot ass.
Normally Butch would say no, but he knows that pleasing Rob is a kind of covert investment. At least this merciful john fingerbangs him real good first, Rob generously lubricates Butch’s tight and dry shit chute with probing fingers before finally driving his jack hammer of a cock deep into Butch’s guts until he has a sperm-sputtering orgasm. Butch shoots his load, too, and for the first time in his life seem to enjoy getting his ass violated!
Butch’s business appointments take him all over the city and his ability to fuck just about anyone anywhere (with the obvious cash reward) is just one reflection of this kid-hustler’s versatility. There’s a realistic brush with an undercover cop, a quick fight with a horny old fag in the showers, and a couple of three-ways that’ll keep your eyes glued to the pages and your right paw glued to your stiff prick.
BOY HUSTLER is not a conventional novel in many ways. In fact, it’s a hell of a lot better than a simple run of the mill smut book. Jack Cummings ignores the constrained concept of prissy Victorian prose and delivers hardcore action in a manner admirable even to a stroke writer of his caliber.
Butch inevitably falls for what would normally be just another john but this twist of the plot only adds some realistic reinforcement to the story. A young stud who’s called Danny first comes on to Butch in one of Manhattan’s sleazy coffee shops and Butch understandably hesitates. He makes it clear that a romp in the sheets won’t be free and is a little surprised when Danny accepts and steers Butch to his pad in the West Fifties. Butch realizes that he really digs Danny. He’s got a great body, a beautiful face and plenty of dick-meat. And Butch likes his style.
Pretty soon Butch is sucking Danny’s huge stud prick into his mouth, running his tongue over the tip of it and hungrily licking it. Danny swings himself around and gets into a sixty-nine position. Then both studs get it on, giving each other all that they got, and end up jisming on each other’s faces. Their first session together is a real boner raiser!
A few sessions later Butch realizes that he’s crazy about Danny. He’s surprised at the depth of the attraction. This just wasn’t like him. He is a hustler. Husters aren’t supposed to fall for their johns… especially experienced ones like Butch. At this point in BOY HUSTLER Butch goes through a short period of self-denial and punishes his own emotions by working overtime…
When he’s not working, Butch is thinking. On the one hand he admits to himself that he’s happy with his hustler lifestyle. He’s got plans… and those plans are aimed at the big time. Butch wants his own place on Central Park West where he could conduct his business with the ease of answering the telephone. He wants to build a larger clientele of successful men along the lines of Rob Flynn. These plans included no place for Danny.
On the other hand, Butch starts realizing that when he’s fucking and sucking off all the nameless johns that one encounters in his trade, in his mind he’s having sex with Danny. He’s obsessed with the guy.
In the end Butch is forced to make a choice between life on the streets and life with Danny.
BOY HUSTLER is much more than a jerk-off paperback. It’s an excursion into the nocturnal hell of New York and a journey into the mind of a fucked-up, sex-starved hustler. Combining real-life drama and hardcore sex—and being happy about it—is what BOY HUSTER is all about.
