There are moments in everyone's lives that changes things. And changes things in ways you wouldn't have believed possible before those events.
Walking out of the train station twelve months ago, was that moment for me. Sat on the cold wet floor I saw yet another beggar asking for money. Only when I looked down into that young mans eyes, I didn't see greed or deception, I saw desperation and a face which cried out for understanding. Asking me for change, I squatted down so I was at eye level, and asked him if he'd like to eat instead.
The cafe I like to eat my lunch at wasn't too far, so it only took a couple of minutes to walk the distance. Inside the warm food filled smelling cafe, I asked him what he'd like to eat and sat down at one of the rear tables. People who were already there looked round at the obvious vagrant, but I ignored them and ordered our food. Only then did I ask him his name.
Andrew was nineteen then, and had been on the streets for two months. Even though he had been living rough for that comparatively short length of time, he still had that lost look on his face, and his trust level was extremely low. So it took some time to get him to tell why he'd ended up without a home.
Andrew's (Andy's) mother married a guy who hated gay men. Andy just so happened to be gay and not a very outgoing one at that. He and his step father just didn't get on, and one evening after a physical fight Andy left home, to hopefully stay with a straight mate. Unfortunately without knowing it, that friend had recently moved. Not wanting to go back to his mothers home, and having no money, he began to live on the streets.
The lunch break lasted longer than I first thought, so I rang in work and cancelled my appointments for the afternoon. Looking at the young man, I knew I couldn't just leave him to yet another cold wet night on the streets, so I offered him a night in my flat.
The flat was owned by the company I work for, and I stayed in it a few times a week. Then once my flexi time work was completed I'd travel home to my wife close to, or at the weekends. Forty minutes after leaving the cafe I was showing Andy where he'd be sleeping for the night.
That night turned into three before I knew it, and for someone who'd been on the streets for a couple of months, he sure scrubbed up well. On the fourth night, I'd just gotten home from work and found the welcoming smells of cooking. All the previous nights we'd ordered in food. So it was a surprise to see Andy had cooked us a meal, and cooked it well.
Sat down eating our food, Andy asked me if I was going home for the weekend, nodding my head he looked down and I understood straight away what he thought. Telling him to look at me, I smiled at him and told him the flat was his for the weekend.
In bed later, I was just drifting off to sleep when my phone rang. It was my wife and she quickly told me her sister had taken ill and that she was travelling up to Scotland to visit her. Asking my wife if she wanted me to take a cab up to our home and then accompany her the following day (Friday), she said no, and that she'd be probably staying until the following weekend. Breaking off the call after saying goodbye, I soon began to fall asleep again. Only when I was awoken again, it wasn't the phone, it was a warm wet mouth sucking in my cock.
I'm not sure now why I just lay there and let Andy suck on my dick, but I did. It was such an awesome blow job he was giving me, I found myself putting my hands onto his head and forcing him to take more of my cock into his mouth. At no time in my past life had I had gay sex, so it was an enigma to me, why I carried on letting him suck on my cock, and why I began to fuck his face. Before long my cock started to pulse and I knew I wasn't too long away from cumming, and Andy knew it too.
Releasing my cock, he moved up my body then sat astride my stomach. looking down at me, he said "Have you ever fucked a guy before". Shaking my head, he went on to say "Do you, would you like to fuck me. I'd love you to fuck me". Before I could answer that sweet looking looking handsome young man, Andy took hold of my throbbing cock and placed it at his arsehole. It was a pure instinct I think, for me to push up and impale him on my cock.
His face was a picture of pure pleasure as my dick bottomed out up his arsehole, and interlinking each others fingers, I began to fuck the nineteen year old vagrant who I'd not long known.
There is no justification to take advantage of anyone, let alone a vulnerable young man who lived on the streets. But I knew I wasn't taking advantage of him and so did Andy, as he began to bounce up and down on my cock. Putting his face right next to mine, he said "Thank you for being so kind and thank you for fucking me, it's been too long". His words meant everything to me, as did the kiss that came next. With my cock buried deep up his arsehole, Andy and I began to kiss as if we'd been gay lovers for years.
Rolling us both over, I took my cock out of his arse for a few seconds. Long enough to let him know I wanted to cool down, but not too long to let him think I was having second thoughts. Putting his legs onto my chest, then guiding my cock to his arsehole, I pressed forwards and entered his beautiful tight arse and really began to fuck him.
It was my tunr to lean forwards and my turn to tell him "Thank you for giving yourself to me". With each thrust of my cock, I got ever more into giving him pleasure. It became to me a kind of sexual mission to make him cum. So hearing his moans grow louder and louder I knew he wasn't far off shooting his load from his small but thick cock.
And I was right. Kissing him as he'd kissed me, I took hold of his but cheeks and pulled myself deeper into his body. His moaning resounded in my ears and I felt him shaking violently as his orgasm ripped through him. And only seconds later without obviously talking previously about it first, I unloaded every drop of my cum up his arsehole.
Rolling off of him, I lay there staring at the ceiling and wondered what we'd just done meant to me. Still thinking about it, I felt Andy move and then felt his mouth wrap itself around my cock again. He licked, sucked and nibbled on my cock for some considerable time, until it rose again.
Lying on his stomach once my cock was erect again, he asked me if I'd slowly fuck him again. Moving onto his back, I slid my cock back into his cum coated arsehole and began to fuck him as he'd asked. The sex wasn't as frantic the second time. Yet to me it was more involved, more intimate. Turning his head to face me as I continued to fuck him slowly, we kissed, our tongues swirling around one another's. And not changing positions at all, I came for a second time, pumping my cum into his arsehole with long slow thrusts.
Andy slept in my bed that night. In the first light of the day the morning after, Andy mounted my morning glory and it was he who fucked me until his cock exploded all over my chest and face. Taking him into the shower, I had him lean against the wall as I fucked him from behind. Spurting my watery cum up his arse for a third time in less than twelve hours, I knew within myself I wanted to show this young man he wasn't just a cheap thrill, someone I was going to use and throw away.
And that is and has been the case.
Andy did stay over that weekend, but then so did I. We had sex the like of which I'd never had with anyone and the reason being is, I'd never once had that overwhelming feeling of pure joy with anyone but Andrew. Over the next few weeks I fell in love with that young man. And although my life at home still continued, I wanted all the time to be with Andy.
This isn't part of my confession as it isn't me who's taken this route in their life. All the same I'm going to relay why I'm now living mostly with Andy in the flat I've now bought from my company. Before I ever met Andy, I kind of knew my wife was having an affair. I was never able to prove it, not until the weekend she was supposed to be visiting her so called ill sister. Her mistake was me having a conversation with her sister last Christmas. I basically asked her how she was then, and how nice it was for my wife to visit her. Her response had me doing something I've never done before. I checked our bank card records and I found out the booking she made wasn't to visit Scotland, but at a hotel not too far from our home.
It turned out my wife, was and still is having an affair with a guy I've known for a long time. That's why to this day I don't feel guilty about Andy and myself. And I certainly don't feel guilty now, about fucking that young man every chance I get.
As for Andrew, he's a very well rounded young person. He's working and doing fantastically well. I do love him and would miss our relationship. But and this is up to him, if he ever wants to move on and start a relationship with someone his own age, I'd not only understand, but I'd support his wishes in every way I could. I know for myself I'd probably meet a guy my age, as I've now found life isn't for regrets, it's for living and enjoying whatever sexual enjoyment you like, as long as it doesn't affect or hurt someone else.