When I was 15 I came out as gay to my parents. A minute later I was homeless. They gave me exactly 60 seconds to pack up only what I could put in a trash bag and only what was in my bedroom. I didn't get to take any money, my birth certificate or social security card which the burned in front of me when I was packing. I also wasn't allowed to take my cell phone or any other electronics. They told me I was no longer their son and not to ever attempt to contact them again and if they ever saw me within a mile they would call the police and have me jailed. I never bothered to ask them what for. I was too busy trying to gather up what I could. They were busy calling me an abomination and telling me I was Satan's spawn and was going to burn in the lake of fire for eternity and so on.

I was out the door and homeless just about sixty seconds after I came out. I had one friend, a girl I once went on a date with, who I thought might be sympathetic to my cause and more importantly hoped her parents might take pity on me though I barely knew them. When I got to her house her Dad was standing at the end of the driveway and told me my Dad had called him and warned him I might seek shelter. He said that faggots were not welcome and suggested I move to either New York or San Francisco or Las Vegas where "my kind" was welcome. All Three were over a thousand miles away from my Midwestern former home.

I kept walking. There was one more place I thought to try. A boy I suspected might be gay who had been teased by other kids at school for being too effeminate might be sympathetic. He lived at the other end of town and it was already ten at night. I only had a vague idea of which house he lived in but I walked there anyways. I was really lucky. I walked down the street I thought he lived on and there he was also walking down the same street but in the opposite direction. I told him what happened. He came out to me but told me that his parents were NOT cool with his being gay and only tolerated him living at home and told him that as soon as he graduated in 3 years he would have to move out. He was also forbidden from having any gay friends visit. But he did help me out. He gave me his old cell phone which was only a month deactivated so I didn't need to get a new sim card. He then gave me $500 cash, some food and a back pack to carry my stuff in. He told me of a place he had heard of where gay teens that had been kicked out can crash. He wasn't sure of the address but the crash house was in another city and I'd have to take a bus there. So I did. I was so grateful that I forgot myself and kissed him on the cheek. He kissed me back but this time on the mouth. I wanted him so badly but I had to move on. He was expected home which was the next block over. He gave me his phone number but warned me to only call in emergencies and only late at night.

I spent the night at the bus station avoiding the cops by hiding behind bushes when they drove by. Then early the next morning I took the next bus to the city where the crash house was. An older guy in his twenties had rented this house in a run down neighborhood. It had four bedrooms. He let gay teens stay with him but they had to suck him off or give him some money or drugs. I had no drugs and not much money so I sucked him off. turns out it wasn't too bad. He had a nice cock.

Most of the boys there turned tricks to survive. A couple of them took me under their wing and taught me the ropes. Before long I was turning about ten tricks a day for $20 a pop. After expenses I was able to save up about $1000 a week. In three months I had nearly $13k.

I just turned 16 when I decided to try my luck in another state. So I took a bus there and found another crash house. This one the guy wanted to collect rent with his cock up my ass. He had a small cock so it wasn't actually that bad. Sure he was old and fat but he didn't smell like a sewer, he didn't smoke or drink or do drugs. He just liked to fuck teenage boys in the ass. Plus he really liked eating out my ass and honestly that was kind of enjoyable as long as I wasn't looking at him. He even sprang for food and let me have internet access.

I found out that I could get a replacement birth certificate so I sent away for one then went into a social security office and was surprised when they replaced my social security card without any hassle. With those two things and some mail I got a photo I.D. In that state if you were 16 you could quit school. So I was able to get a job without permission of the school like I needed where I lived before.

I didn't really need a job. I was able to place ads on the internet for escort services and with my looks, I was skinny, long hair, average uncut cock and girly face and looked like a twelve year old with pubic hair. So I was very popular. Of course in my ads I claimed to be 18 and nobody questioned it. But for an apartment I needed to prove a legal source of income. I lied about my age on the application and since I had pay stubs the landlord didn't question my age. Utilities were included so that made it easier.

I only kept my two jobs for a little while, first getting rid of the part time job then quitting the full time job to concentrate on turning tricks. I found I could charge $300 for a 2 hour appointment and that was considered dirt cheap. I found I could drive a scooter without registering it or needing a driver's license so I bought one. I could do outcalls but I didn't want to do incalls because I didn't want my landlord to know I was turning tricks. I did an average of two to three appointments a day and was able to put away about $12k a month for the next two years or so. When I got to 18 I noticed I was in less demand and was only turning about 5 tricks a week instead of about 15-20. I still turned tricks but I wanted to do something else.

So I enrolled in a G.E.D. program and earned my G.E.D. and then put myself through college. I actually had my G.E.D. two weeks before I turned 18. I had enough money for a new car, college and nice things. I was still earning about $1200 a week turning tricks.

Then one day I got a call for an outcall appointment and when I got there it was my Art professor. He is really cute having only been teaching a couple of years he was still in his 20's. I had jerked off imagining him fucking me before so it was a pleasure to accept a three hour appointment from him for $750. He couldn't afford to make more than one appointment every couple of months so I gave him the cute professor discount. We've been getting together weekly ever since and yes he gave me an A in Drawing 101, 155 and 215.

I still turn tricks today. I love the anonymous sex. I do screen my appointments and only make them with reasonably attractive men. i'm still attractive enough that I can be choosy.

Today I have a job as a staff artist for a publishing company and I paint and draw and show my work and sell it and make almost as much money from that as I do working as a staff artist.

I have not spoken to my parents since that day. Through third parties I found out that they never mention me and pretend I never existed. They told the congregation at the church they belong to that I died and that it hurts too much for my name to be mentioned. The boy who helped me out that first day was kicked out of his house a year later. When I found out I helped him out by giving him a place to live. We fucked for a while but he eventually moved on. I don't know what happened to him. The girl I first sought help from graduated from school. She kept my secret that I was still alive. She apologized for not being able to help me but I told her I understood.

I have no idea what my parents told my grandparents. They are not on social media and so I have no way of knowing even if they are still alive and I never had their address or phone numbers. I'm not even sure of their names as I only knew them as grandma and grandpa.

I had one aunt who did respond to my attempt to contact her a couple of years ago. She said that my parents told her I had run away from home and was in prison. She didn't believe me when I told her what happened but she told me it was my own fault for deciding to turn gay. I never got a chance to ask her about my grandparents.

The first crash house I sought refuge at was raided by the cops. The guy went to prison for multiple counts of human trafficking and having sex with a minor and for drugs. The guy who ran the second crash house moved away and I never heard from him again.

Currently I have two young gorgeous gay boys living with me. I have taken them under my wing and while we are affectionate we don't have sex. one is 15 and the other is 16. Their hyper religious parents kicked them out and disowned them the way my parents did. I have insisted they go to school and not turn tricks even though I still do. I do it for fun. I don't want them to think they have to turn tricks to survive. I feed, clothe, shelter them and provide for their needs. They have been lovers for a few months now and I don't mind. It means they only use one of my bedrooms. While it is still a while off, they have both told me that they have a really big thank-you surprise for me when they turn 18.