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Gay Stories
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Bi-Sexual Male / 48
A Different Time
I am a married man in my late 40's and have a decent life. Our daughter is an adult in her early 20's and happily in a relationship. My wife has no idea that I was once homeless for over a year before turning my life around. And there is an even bigger secret in that time frame she would be shocked at if she knew.
It was the mid 70's and my father had kicked me out of the house at age 20 after I flunked out of college. I found a factory job on the other side of the country where he had sent me by paying for a one way place ticket. At first things were okay . I had money and went drinking on weekends. I was renting a room in a house and boarding with a family. However the union went on strike after a few months leaving me running out of money. Not finding another job right away meant I was almost broke. The parents of the home I lived in asked me to leave. I rented a cheap motel for a couple nights then foolishly had a couple steak meals spending the last of my money. I then ended up on the streets. In that province there was no welfare for single employable men back then. Instead you could live in a men's shelter and have meals and a bed in a big dormitory provided to you for free. There were ex cons and other undesirables living there. It was rough. I lived there for over a year
The meals were awful and you had to be out of the shelter after breakfast at 8am and not allowed to return until 6 pm for dinner if you had not returned by 8 pm you were locked out for the night You could work at casual labor agencies and get paid in cash. You unloaded trucks,worked on construction,delivered flyers etc. Most men used the money earned for food cigarettes,alcohol etc.
As a single man you needed to buddy up with someone for safety and to prevent being robbed or beaten up. You went with your buddy in the day and he covered your back and you hid at the shelter. My buddy's name was Bill and he was in his late 40's,a stocky guy with a ball cap who had been on the streets for years .
I had known him a few months. We had some cash so we got a room at the YMCA for the day to use the pool,showers and facilities. There were ashtrays in the rooms and you could smoke. We had a big lunch then showered and swam. We got to the room and my buddy said he saw a guy getting his cock sucked in the changeroom. Being 20 I was horny a lot and any sex talk turned me on. Bill was horny and said he had his cock sucked in prison. He looked at me expectantly and said his protection required that kind of reward. I was naive but did not want to lose him as a buddy so I sucked his cock in the room. I discovered I enjoyed it and I tasted his semen. From then on he had me blow him regularly usually outdoors in secluded areas. The more I did it the more we both enjoyed the sex. I would masturbate after taking care of his needs. I was his cocksucker basically.
Both of us landed a construction gig tearing down a townhouse project that was built improperly. The job lasted a few months and paid a good amount of cash. We left the Shelter and got a bachelor with a double bed in an apartment hotel. There was a kitchenette and washroom with shower and pull out couch. We worked in the day and got back there at night. Bill sexually became more demanding and by this point was fucking me most nights. I enjoyed anal as well. Even though we never kissed the regular sex not only turned me on but I started falling in love with him. He pretended we were just buddies but at night he was inside me pumping until he came. He promised me we would move to his province together and set up house but I sensed he was stringing me along for steady sex. One night I snuck out and got to the train station with a few hundred bucks to my name and the clothes on my back. I left that life and returned to my home province. Then I started to get my life together. For many years when I had sex with my wife I pictured sex with Bill in order to orgasm. I loved his cock and him. Maybe I am gay not bi but I cannot go back to men. Even today I see a man who looks like Bill I get wistful and aroused. I enjoyed taking his cock in my mouth or ass and got pretty good at pleasing him.
It was the mid 70's and my father had kicked me out of the house at age 20 after I flunked out of college. I found a factory job on the other side of the country where he had sent me by paying for a one way place ticket. At first things were okay . I had money and went drinking on weekends. I was renting a room in a house and boarding with a family. However the union went on strike after a few months leaving me running out of money. Not finding another job right away meant I was almost broke. The parents of the home I lived in asked me to leave. I rented a cheap motel for a couple nights then foolishly had a couple steak meals spending the last of my money. I then ended up on the streets. In that province there was no welfare for single employable men back then. Instead you could live in a men's shelter and have meals and a bed in a big dormitory provided to you for free. There were ex cons and other undesirables living there. It was rough. I lived there for over a year
The meals were awful and you had to be out of the shelter after breakfast at 8am and not allowed to return until 6 pm for dinner if you had not returned by 8 pm you were locked out for the night You could work at casual labor agencies and get paid in cash. You unloaded trucks,worked on construction,delivered flyers etc. Most men used the money earned for food cigarettes,alcohol etc.
As a single man you needed to buddy up with someone for safety and to prevent being robbed or beaten up. You went with your buddy in the day and he covered your back and you hid at the shelter. My buddy's name was Bill and he was in his late 40's,a stocky guy with a ball cap who had been on the streets for years .
I had known him a few months. We had some cash so we got a room at the YMCA for the day to use the pool,showers and facilities. There were ashtrays in the rooms and you could smoke. We had a big lunch then showered and swam. We got to the room and my buddy said he saw a guy getting his cock sucked in the changeroom. Being 20 I was horny a lot and any sex talk turned me on. Bill was horny and said he had his cock sucked in prison. He looked at me expectantly and said his protection required that kind of reward. I was naive but did not want to lose him as a buddy so I sucked his cock in the room. I discovered I enjoyed it and I tasted his semen. From then on he had me blow him regularly usually outdoors in secluded areas. The more I did it the more we both enjoyed the sex. I would masturbate after taking care of his needs. I was his cocksucker basically.
Both of us landed a construction gig tearing down a townhouse project that was built improperly. The job lasted a few months and paid a good amount of cash. We left the Shelter and got a bachelor with a double bed in an apartment hotel. There was a kitchenette and washroom with shower and pull out couch. We worked in the day and got back there at night. Bill sexually became more demanding and by this point was fucking me most nights. I enjoyed anal as well. Even though we never kissed the regular sex not only turned me on but I started falling in love with him. He pretended we were just buddies but at night he was inside me pumping until he came. He promised me we would move to his province together and set up house but I sensed he was stringing me along for steady sex. One night I snuck out and got to the train station with a few hundred bucks to my name and the clothes on my back. I left that life and returned to my home province. Then I started to get my life together. For many years when I had sex with my wife I pictured sex with Bill in order to orgasm. I loved his cock and him. Maybe I am gay not bi but I cannot go back to men. Even today I see a man who looks like Bill I get wistful and aroused. I enjoyed taking his cock in my mouth or ass and got pretty good at pleasing him.
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