Not exactly homeless but living in a mouldy damp bedsit. Very little money to live on from the casual work I could find and only being 17, I had a choice to make. Either accept the offer of the guy outside the bar or don't eat for another day. £10 wasn't anything to him, to me it was food, lighting and heat. Dropping to my knees on the cold wet floor, opening my mouth to accept his slim hard cock and then beginning to suck on his hot erection, just how he wanted it, had my blood boiling at first. I wanted to throw up, I wanted to rise and punch his fucking head in. I did neither, what I did was finish him off and swallow every drop of his spunk, just as he'd told me to. It bought me almost a week to enjoy what little food I could afford and the luxury of not having to freeze every night.
It became a pattern and a skill I soon learned to become good at, most said the best. I also learned some men would pay many times the amount to put their condom covered cocks up my bum. Once again something many many men over the three years I pimped/sold myself out, said I was the absolute best at. By the end of the three years I was living in a large house I'd bought outright and ended my "sex and comfort" work.
What's funny is, now as a happily married successful business man, I'd never had a thought to those days, not until the start of the new year. Employing an old client (He doesn't know who I am), who's now in his sixties to clean the toilets, sweep the floors and empty the bins, I couldn't bring myself to reproach him. I actually gave him a raise in pay and helped him fill out forms so he could get better social housing.