As a fifteen year old I saw both my parents die within eight weeks of each other. Because I was an only child, I had no choice when they were buried and cremated respectively, but to move in with my aunt and her new fella. I grew to hate him as he'd beat on her, and sometimes try to get me to have oral sex with him. At the age of seventeen I moved out, but with no real place to go. I slept on a friends couch for a while, but soon ended up sleeping rough. Moving from one place to another, I eventually got friendly with an older man who told me I could stay with him at his home, if I occasionally pleasured him with my mouth. The thought of sucking on a mans cock repulsed me, but the thought of sleeping rough as the winter was setting in, also scared the shit out of me. Choosing the lesser of what I thought, the two evil's, I chose to stay at his house. I couldn't believe given the way he dressed and had contact with the homeless, just how nice his house was.

The very first time I had him slide his cock over my tongue, I was sick. It wasn't the size, although he was bigger than me. It was the texture, the feeling and the thought of having a mans cock in my mouth that had me puking. Letting me settle, he slid his cock into my mouth again and this time held it there as he held my head tightly. Within five minutes of him gently thrusting into my mouth, I was receiving my first ever load of cum and I was expected to swallow it. Three hours later after bathing, eating and sleeping a little, I took his cock back into my mouth, but that time I kind of enjoyed it a little. Aagain I was expected to swallow his cum and did so making sure i sucked down every drop.

The next morning he told me, he was going to be commuting to work and wouldn't be back until Friday (It was Monday). Giving me a set of keys, he asked me to please not have anyone else in, but also to use the house as if it was my own. It was such a fantastic offer after being homeless, I cried when he walked out.

Friday came and I had his evening meal rady when he walked in. His huge beaming smile and his large physical hug told me, I'd done right by him. When he walked out of the shower after we'd eaten, I was waiting for him in bed. All week I'd been thinking of what I could do to repay him, my thoughts lead me to lay naked in his bed and to tell him, if he wanted to, he could fuck me.

Sucking on his cock was so different in his bed. It was different because I wanted to do it for him. I wanted him to feel pleasure coming from someone who wanted to be with him. He had me sucking his cock for a long long time, slowly sometimes, then quickly and with force when he wanted to show me he was the dominant partner. We sixty nined, and it was he who was my first ever person to suck my small dick.

Then it happened. He took out a condom from the bedside draw and smeared a cold substance all over my arsehole. I was lay on my stomach with my arse shoved up and out. The feeling of his cock entering my arsehole for the first time will stay with me forever. it wasn't as I'd looked up all week on his computer, painful. It was immediately pleasurable and had my cock pulsing with desire. He fucked me slowly at first taking his time to fully penetrate me, but once he knew I was enjoying the experience, he soon began to fuck me with a real zest to achieve his orgasm. Unfortunately for me, he achieved it all too soon and I didn't get to experience my own orgasm with him inside of me. Masturbating myself as I lay on my back, he watched as he too lay back on the bed. Once I'd cum all over my stomach, he lay acrioss me and licked up every drop from my body. Moving up to me, he put his lips to mine and we kissed for the very first time. We stayed kissing for a long time. and only stopped when his cock became erect again. Slipping on another condom, he got behind me and spoon fucked me. It was a much more sensual fuck and a much more intense feeling I got from being fucked like that, I had the most powerful of orgasms when it hit, that I shook like a leaf.

Two weeks later we got our results back from the clinic we'd been to, the day after he'd gotten home that first time he'd fucked me. We were both given the all clear, and celebrated that night with him fucking me bareback and cumming deep up my arsehole. It was a pattern we followed for the next eighteen months, until I heard my aunt had been beaten up badly by the fella I knew to be a bastard.

That man not only moved out of my aunts home, he also found out what it was like to be bullied. I moved back in with my aunt for a while, as she feared reprisals. They never appeared and I soon came to fall for a girl who lived across from where my aunt lived. Eventually I married that girl, but throughout our marriage I knew I wasn't a full and happy person. It wasn't her or I who decided we'd split up, it was both of us. She caught me one day masturbating using a dildo I'd bought for her. I was fucking myself and watching gay porn. We spoke about my past and the loss I felt at not having gay sex. It was my ex wife who contacted my first ever lover. Two months later I was walking back into his newly refurbished home and taking his cock up my ever so needy arsehole.

I still get to see my ex wife, and occasionally when she's wanting to shop in or city, she stays with us. She now accepts my life and who I am, and in many ways we get on better now than we did when we were married. My older gay friend/lover/soul mate has just had his fiftieth birthday, but if you knew him and saw just how fit and good looking he is, you'd think he was around my age. He's still very much the active sexual partner between us, but over this last year, he's had me fuck him on a few occasions. It's brought us even closer together, if that's possible. And I genuinely know I love him with everything I am.

My aunt has found a new man to live her life with. He's such a nice guy too ans someone she deserves to have in her life. As for my life and my lover, he's happy to have all of me each weekend and I now adore being anything he wants me to be. From a young man of seventeen on the streets, to a man who knows what his life is about and who he really is within his love, family, friends and colleagues.
Good things can come true.