when I was in school I was considered to come from a disadvantaged home, that meant poor. I was also identified as coming from a broken home. My father walked out on my mother because he caught her fucking a man who was giving her drugs. I was identified as a slow learner, because I didn't give a shit about school.

After my father left my mother got heavier into drugs and she would fuck in return for drugs. I would go outside and walk around until I saw the man leave. My mother would fuck anyone, but mostly she fucked real low life bad guys who wanted to get laid and would give her a little bit of drugs in return for being able to fuck her.

Nest door to us a man moved in, he was quiet and didn't mess with us. My mother tried to get him to fuck for money or drugs but he never fell for it. One day while I was outside waiting for my mother's guy to leave, he asked me to come in. He didn't have much furniture, he had one kitchen chair and a small table, and one mattress on the floor and old TV. He told me that he had fallen on hard times.

He asked me if he could suck my dick, he would give me a coke. He helped me get my pants down and he sucked my dick. My dick got real hard, harder than I could remember, and he fingered me while he sucked me and I though I was going to pee and tried to push his head away, but he just sucked on me harder and put his finer in my ass and I had my first ejaculation. While I ejaculated he sucked on me real hard. He gave me the coke and told me I had a nice dick.

I went over to his house after that every time my mother had another man over, and sometimes we watched TV, sometimes he massaged me with his hands, and sometimes he sucked me down until I ejaculated. Sometimes he would kiss me on the mouth. It was a while before he took his dick out for me, and showed me how to handle him and suck him.

Then one day when I came home from school I found my mother passed out on the floor. I couldn't wake her so I went next door and he called the ambulance, but she never woke up, she had overdosed and she died. He paid for a burial, and what little we had in the house we lived in he sold, and opened a savings account for me and I moved in with him.

One thing about him was that he made me stay in school and graduate. By then I was his total bitch and I took care of the house for him and he had gone to work and bought some other stuff for the house. Laying on my back naked while he kissed my mouth and gave me a hand job was my favorite thing, he liked to make me ejaculate, either manually or orally. I hardly ever got fucked, but once in a while he would get all worked up and I got prepared. I always knew when he was going to fuck me.

Two years out of school and he decided that I needed to learn a skill and so he enrolled me in the army. All through my stay in the army I kept things to myself, I learned to be a radio technician. During this time he and I just quit being together, although he always kissed me on the mouth.

Since I got out of the army I have had several jobs and I have had several lovers, but none like him. He saved my ass back then, when my mother was going down the drain, and I will always remember him for that. The only sad part of this is that I just can't recreate the feeling of those days when I lived next door to him. No one can make me feel like that.