Homeless And Cold

Back when I was twenty years old, through circumstances I couldn't control, I ended up homeless.
At first I slept on a mates couch, but I knew I was disturbing his wife and kids, so I moved on. Eventually I ended up on the streets.
Very cold, hungry and a little scared (Believe me there are some nasty people out there) I began offering my mouth to men who wanted oral relief at a park I used to sleep in.

They'd pay me five pounds for a suck and spit. Or ten pounds if I swallowed their cum. And to some of the mainly older wealthy men I sucked off, ten pounds was absolutely nothing.
After a couple of months with the weather absolutely freezing cold, I said yes to an older man in his late forties, who wanted me to give up my anal cherry to him.
It was the first time I'd been fully fed, showered, warm and feeling safe in months.
He lived on his own during the week in a flat, then travelled back up to his family over the weekend, when his working week was done.
I'd lost weight and looked gaunt, but he liked skinny younger guys and over a whole week, he taught me how to really enjoy being fucked.

The first time, he didn't actually fuck me, but in bed together had me suck him off twice.
Both times having me swallow his cum. It was the morning when he woke up with a hard on that I lost my anal virginity.
He took his time sucking on my cock, then rimming me until I actually wanted to feel his cock inside of me.
It was a strange feeling having his dick enter me. There was pain, but also a very real feeling of pleasure under the pain.
I was lay on my stomach with his cock gradually getting deeper and fucking me harder, when like flicking a light switch, all the pain went and I began to really enjoy him fucking my arse.
As soon as heard me moaning with pleasure, he lay right over me, turned my head and we kissed.
By then I was fully his and responded by kissing him back. And over the next hour, we sucked and fucked, with him cumming twice deep inside my arsehole.
He was late for work, but it didn't matter to him. Telling me to stay and have some food, he ultimately was trusting me.

I did stay and welcomed him home by being lay over his coffee table naked and lubed.
He fucked me raw and hard. Much harder than earlier that morning. And I loved it. For the first time in my life I orgasmed without touching my cock, then took every drop of his spunk inside my arsehole.
Just as I was about to get up, he held me down, pulled my arse cheeks apart and started to lick, tongue and suck out his own cum from my freshly fucked hole.
When he was satisfied, he pulled me onto the couch with him, where we kissed for a long time.
That fuck more than anything cemented our brief relationship and I became his week long sex partner until I received a message via a well known charity.

My lover, because that's what we'd become, helped me back into society and even helped me through my grief, because that was my news, my mother had died.
Eventually I moved out, but not because he didn't want me there. It was to do with him pushing me to improve my life and stand on my own two feet.
And that's exactly what I did.
I'm now a successful young businessman. I have two employees and a benefactor who supports me from afar.
I'm back in my home town living in a home I've bought and paid for, and I now live with a wonderful fifty two year old gay alpha man. However every once in a while we're joined by a wonderful, kind and brilliant man, who I figure saved my life.
They both enjoy me together and I'm more than thrilled to be used by them over and over again.