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After lunch, Hank and I went grocery shopping. I had no idea what foods he liked. Up and down the aisles, watching his face for some indication of his likes, it wasn't happening. Finally, I said, "Hank, what foods do you like? What are your favorites?" He answered, " I will eat anything, whatever you want." "But, what is your favorite food?" I asked.
"Mike, please understand, for 4 months, I have been eating junk food, garbage, whatever I could find." "So, whatever you buy will be a feast for me." I asked, "But what about when you were living at home?" "After my mother died, Dad and I ate a lot of frozen dinners, mac 'n' cheese, hot dogs, stuff like that, but I did eat a lot of fresh fruit and whole grain cereal." "I like whole milk, not skim; I would rather have tomato juice than orange juice." "Ok, that is a beginning." I said.
After dropping a boat load on groceries, we went home. As I was putting the last of the can goods away, Hank came up behind me, put his arms around my waist and said, "Can we sit down for a minute? I have some questions I need to ask." I nodded, ok. We went to the living room, sat on the couch, Hank on the floor at my feet. "Ok, I am all ears, what do you want to ask?" I said.
Hank looked at the floor for a minute, then started, " I want to know why are you doing this for me and don't give me the same old BS." "I have already told you I was falling for you, but you keep rejecting me, then you come into the restroom and plant a kiss on me. I am so fucking confused." "I want answers or I am going to leave here today."
"Hank, I don't know what is going with me." "When I first saw you outside Union Station, I wanted to know why a young man like you was homeless." "I was obsessed with the image of you, wanting to know your story." "I brought you home with me with the sincere intention to help you anyway I could and I vowed I would never use you or treat you badly/" "I have suppressed my most personal feelings to protect you."
"Protect me from what, Mike?" "From me, Hank, from me, I am not sure of my feelings for you, it could be love I just don't know. But if I let it go any further, I will be betraying your trust, using you." I started to cry. Hank jumped up and hugged me, kissed me and said, "You are a fool, Mike, can't you see I have feelings for you, too." I shook my head and said, "There is nothing in the world I want to believe more, but this is happening way too fast."
"I have never had a gay thought in my life, and now I find myself probably loving a young man, wanting to make love to him, have him make love to me." "I want to be sure it is not just me being a lonely, horny man, using you to get the satisfaction I most desperately need." "I have been pushing you away, to give us both time to analyze this situation and make the right decision for both of us." I told you this before, remember?"
Hank said, "Yes I remember, but Mike, if I want you and you want me, how can it be wrong?" I replied, "You have to understand how hard I was hit when my ex divorced me and married my best friend. I was and still am devastated, the ultimate betrayal." "Do you see how hard it is to give into feelings, when I know at the drop of a hat you could be gone?" "I just cannot take the hurt again."
"That is not going to happen, Mike" he said. "You cannot say that for a fact, Hank." "You are just 18?" "Almost 19." he interrupted. "Ok, 19, but you have a promising future before you. I could tell today at the studio, you have an eye for setting up shots, etc. " "Plus, you are strong and have the balls to tell Jordy where to get off it." "I expect you will be doing a lot more than getting water and shaving people." "And you are going to meet a lot of good looking guys, like Chris, who are closer to your age and with whom you will have more things in common."
"Chris is straight, Mike." "He did not even spring a boner when I was shaving him." I asked him what would he have done if he had. "Probably sucked him off?not for what you think?but because I want you and you will not let me touch you, I am horny as hell, Mike." Hank grabbed me and pulled me to the floor, flipped me on my back, crawled on top of me. I was struggling to break free, but he, being a wrestler had me pinned.
He kissed me, stuck his tongue in my mouth, and was grinding his groin into mine. I managed to tell him to knock it off, if he didn't I was surely going to cum in my jeans. He kept it up, until I just gave in and quit resisting. He undid my jeans, pulled my dick out and began stroking it furiously. I shouted, "Hank I am about to cum!" He leaned down, took my cock in his mouth in time to swallow my load. I shot one stream after another; I thought it would never end.
He had my cum on his lips and face, came up to me, kissed me passionately, sharing my seed with me. He said, "Now, don't tell me you didn't enjoy that," I was too breathless to answer. When I finally calmed down and my breathing returned to normal, I said, "That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had." "Oh God, what have I done?" He put his hands on my face and said, "You did not do anything wrong, Mike. It was all me and I loved it, I love you." "One of these days you are going to realize what we did was the right thing to do, and some day you are going to do it to me, I promise you."
I just lay there on the floor, hugging him, not wanting to lose the feel of his touch. My mind was racing out of control, asking myself, "What am I going to do, now?" He grabbed my arms and lifted me to my feet. "Come on, Mike, we need to clean you up." We went into the bathroom, he stripped me naked and washed the residual cum off my cock. I was hard again, instantly. He stripped naked, too and we were standing there with our cocks rubbing against each other. I was just beside myself with doubt and shame.
"That was not fair, Hank." I said. "You have the moves to pin me easily, I was defenseless." "Are you pissed at me?" he asked. "No, I am not, just a little shell shocked." "There is more of that when you want it, Mike." I did not reply. I needed to process this and put it all into prospective. I went to the bed and sprawled out on top, naked, ass up. He got in beside me and was rubbing my ass, I said, "Not ready for that Hank." He stopped.
I got up, put on shorts and went to the kitchen to start something for dinner. I was pretty quiet and did not respond to any comments Hank made. My eyes were red from crying. What I did not know, were they tears of joy or of embarrassment. Hank asked me, "Do you want me to leave?" "No, why would you ask that?" I responded. "You are shutting down and I don't know what you are thinking." "Shit, Hank, I don't even know myself."
"Let me ask you something, Hank, do you feel I betrayed you, after I swore our relationship would not be sexual, then let this happen?" He said, "No, i do not. It is what I have wanted since you brought me home." "I do not feel betrayed or used at all." "I have no regrets about what happened, but I have to be honest, I want more." "Like what?" I asked. "I want you to make love to me, rub my cock, suck it and my balls, and maybe even fuck me."
"That is a lot to ask of this confused man, Hank." "No it is not, Mike, I want to feel your mouth on my dick, my balls and even your dick up my ass." I laughed, "I thought you did not like that ass thing, Hank." He answered, "I didn't the 2 times it was done roughly to me, but that was animal fucking, no feeling at all?just doing it and getting it over with." "I am ashamed of myself for doing it, but I needed the money."
"See, that is why I am so conflicted, you were used for a price, because you were desperate and had no other choice." "Here you have choices." "I am helping you because I think you have potential to be a success and I want to encourage you without you feeling you owe me something." "I do owe you, not sex, but I owe you my life, you rescued me out of the goodness of your heart." "How do I ever repay you for that?"
"By working hard, being successful and to pay it forward, that's all." Hank had a sour look on his face and said, "I am not hungry, I think I will go to the bedroom and rest." He got up and left the kitchen. Damn! I thought, now I have hurt him. Shit! I turned off the stove, and went to find him. He was not in my bed. I looked across the hall in another bedroom. He was laying on the bed starring at the ceiling.
"Hank, why are you in here and not in my bed/" I asked. "What's the use, you obviously do not want me and it hurts, Mike, it hurts like hell." I went over to the bed, reached down and picked him up. I carried him to my room, put him down on my bed and began kissing him all up and down his naked body. When I came to his cock, I did not hesitate, I took it in my mouth and began to suck, not really knowing what I was doing.
Hank was writhing all over the bed, crying and laughing at the same time. He said in a breathless tone, "Mike, you do love me, you love me, oh my God, you really love me." I stopped what I was doing, looked him in the eyes and said, "Yes, Hank, I really love you."
After Hank shot many ropes of cum all over my face and chest, we lay in the bed, not speaking, just holding on to each other. Strangely, I was feeling very calm and relaxed, happy with this gorgeous boy in my arms. I could hear him starting to softly snore. I smiled and drifted off to sleep myself.
Around 10p, I woke up with a serious growling in my stomach, I was hungry as a bear. We had not eaten since lunch. I eased myself out of the bed without disturbing Hank. I looked at the peaceful look on his handsome face with real love in my heart, then turned to go to the bathroom for a much needed piss. After washing up a bit, I went to the kitchen to find something simple for us to eat.
I was bending over to get some fruit out of the crisper, when Hank walked into the room. I stood up as he came to me, hugged and kissed me, not saying a word. We stood there looking into each other's eyes, holding on to each other. I started to speak, but he put his finger tips on my lips and said, "Don't talk." Having his naked body touching mine, was the most wonderful feeling. I was thinking about what he said last night about needing to be held and having affection shown. I knew the feeling, it had been a long time for me, too.
After what seemed like an eternity, I broke our embrace and said, "Are you hungry? I am starved." He replied that he was, so we made sandwiches, had fresh fruit and milk. Not much was said as we were eating, we were communicating with our eyes. Hank finally broke the silence, "Any regrets, Mike?" I answered there were none. "How about you, Hank?" "Not at all. I have to admit I was surprised you did it, but it was amazing." "You made me feel so special, so loved."
"Hank, I want you to know it meant a lot to me, too." "I am scared, however, scared of getting my heart smashed again, but if I don't put myself out there, how will I ever find happiness?" Hank said, "We will take this slow, like you asked, baby steps, to decide what we want and what we need from each other." "What I need right now, is to take you to bed. If we have sex, great, if not, just holding on to you willmake me happy." I said.
After cleaning up the kitchen, we walked hand in hand to our bedroom, yes, it was our bedroom now. I could not stop smiling.
Well, are you surprised? I have to tell you, I wrote this, edited it at least 20 times. Nothing seemed just right until this version. Stay tuned, there is much more to come, just haven't figured it all out yet. Any comments, Email me @ Elouis1915@Yahoo.com, putting Homeless Boy in the subject line so I will not mistake it for spam. Thanks for reading.