Date: Mon, 31 Dec 2012 13:24:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Bi Pussyboy <bipussyboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Shelter

This story is completely true and accurate, or at least as best as I can
remember it almost 25 years later...

I'd always been a small kid, more brains than brawn.  From junior high
through early high school I was very insecure, awkward, out of place.  But
midway through high school I was introduced to drugs – pot, acid, coke –
and suddenly I didn't feel so uncomfortable all of the time.  I felt hip
and cool and less like an outsider.  But it turns out I have an addictive
personality, and pretty soon I was high all the time.  I was smart enough
and had enough structure at home to coast through high school.  But when I
moved away to college, living in the dorms, with no restrictions on my
behavior, I really lost it...getting high pretty much 24/7, going weeks
without showing up to class.  It is not surprising at all that the year
ended with me back at my parents' house, having flunked out of school.

Of course, I hadn't learned my lesson yet and was still getting high all
the time.  Eventually my parents, in an act of tough love, kicked me out of
the house.

The next couple of weeks were spent couch surfing with friends (or, more
accurately, drug buddies), but eventually their goodwill was all used up
and I was on my own.  Having no money and not knowing what to do, I asked
one of my drug buddies what he had done when he'd been homeless a few
months prior.  He said that the state had converted on of the old prison
buildings into a homeless shelter at night, where they would give you a
sandwich for dinner and a cot to sleep on.  That sounded like a pretty
shitty option, but being it was my only option, I walked the 6 miles there
and arrived that night, too late for supper, but just in time for bed.

Even though I was 19, I was still very small.  And despite having spent a
few years in the drug culture, I was a relatively sheltered, naïve,
innocent kid, with lots of book smarts but very little in the way of street
smarts.  I was a smart kid from a pretty nice middle-class family; I'd
never had to fend for myself before.  So being in this old prison building
at lights out, laying in a tiny cot in a cold dark room surrounded by about
10 or 15 rough, dirty, homeless men, I was feeling extremely vulnerable and
scared.  I really felt like I was in prison, that I was the "fresh meat" at
the mercy of these big, rough strangers.

My fear must have been extremely obvious to the guy who was in the bed next
me.  After it had been lights out for about 30 minutes, and most everyone
seemed to have fallen asleep, he whispered over to me "hey, are you ok?"  I
told him I was fine, but we both knew that wasn't the case.  The first
thing he said to me after that was "don't worry, you're going to be ok" and
for some reason I felt instantly better.  I didn't know him from the guy on
the other side of me, but just the way he said it, and the warm look in his
eye when I got up the courage to look him in the face made me feel a lot
calmer, like I was safe, like he would protect me.

Even though we were in the middle of a crowded room, we were able to talk
quietly while everyone else slept.  We talked for a long time about
ourselves and how we had gotten to where we were tonight.  His name was
Dan; he was 52 years old, a Vietnam Vet who had been an electrician.  He'd
always been a drinker, but when his wife passed away a couple of years
earlier, he basically became a full-blown alcoholic and cokehead.  His
drinking and coke habit had driven away his family and cost him his savings
and his house.  He'd been homeless and staying at the shelter for about 2
months.

We talked for hours, with him telling me what the routine was like there
(they would bus us out to the city every morning, and then bus us back to
the shelter only at night), how he spent his days, stuff about our pasts,
and so forth.  At one point we started talking about sex.  When talking
about sex with people back then I would usually lie and tell them about the
girlfriends I'd had in high school who I'd had sex with.  But the reality
was that I was still a virgin.  And it wasn't like I'd just not had sex; I
had only made out with a couple of girls, and had never even gotten to
second base or had anyone ever rub my dick through my pants, let alone
touch it bare.  I was of course very embarrassed about my lack of
experience, which is why I always would lie about it, but with Dan I felt
so safe that I had no problem at all being completely truthful.  When I
told him that no one had ever touched my dick before, let alone sucked it
or had it inside of me, he told me he was bisexual, that he thought I was
attractive, and that if I wanted he would stroke my dick and even suck it.

To this point of my life I'd been completely straight; I don't believe I'd
ever thought about sex with guys at all.  And when he said it I was
completely shocked; maybe it would have been obvious to anyone else that
this offer was going to be made, but for me it was totally unexpected.  But
pretty quickly, it went through my mind: I'm homeless, I'm lying in a cot
surrounded by a bunch of smelly dirty guys, I have no friends, no money, no
home, I'm a 19 year old virgin...why the hell not?  What else do I have to
lose?  At least it would feel good to have someone touch and maybe even
suck my dick, even if it is a 52 year old guy rather than some girl I had a
crush on in the dorm...

We went off to the bathroom, which was a large public bathroom but
obviously empty with everyone asleep.  Still, to be safe, we went into a
stall and locked it.  He sat down on the toilet seat while I stood in front
of him.  In the light for the first time I could see him clearly; he looked
like a man who had been decent looking when he was younger, but the alcohol
and drugs made him look a bit ravaged and older than his years.  Still, I
was excited.  I was tingling from nerves, both still from the lingering
fear and uncertainty of the entire situation, the fear that someone would
come in at any moment and catch us, and of course from the uncertainty of
what it would be like to have a guy play with my cock.  But I was more
horny than anything else at that point; my virgin dick, which had only felt
my hand before this, was rock hard in my jeans.

Clearly my erection was obvious through my pants, because he ran his
fingers along the outline of my cock for a few minutes before unbuttoning
them.  Even that felt amazing, my cock felt electric.  When he pulled his
pants down he saw I had a big wet precum spot in the front of my underwear
which he leaned forward and licked, making me moan as I felt his tongue
brushing my underwear right on the head of my cock.  He peeled my underwear
down and my 6" cock sprang straight out.  He looked up at me and told me I
had a very nice cock, which made me feel proud and sexy.  He stroked the
shaft a little bit and ran his hands around my cock and balls and thighs,
making me moan more (I kept as quiet as I could) and making more precum
leak from the head.  After a few minutes he stuck his tongue out to lick up
the precum and swirled his tongue around it, making me feel weak in the
knees.  He then opened my mouth, grabbed my ass, and pulled me into him,
taking my cock instantly down his throat.  It was unlike anything I'd ever
felt before, the wet warmth of his mouth, and I don't think I lasted more
than 30 seconds before I was grabbing the back of his head and shooting my
cum down his throat.  He kept me inside him as I came, swallowing my load,
and even after, my cock throbbing in his mouth, my eyes rolling back inside
my head, my mind flooded with pleasure I'd never felt before.

After a few minutes, when I returned back to earth, he finally took my cock
out of his mouth and stood up.  Immediately I felt a very overwhelming
feeling of warmth and gratitude to him, and I threw my arms around him,
buried my face in his chest and hugged him tightly.  I felt safe.  I felt
protected.  A few hours I had felt completely alone and scared and unloved,
but now I felt like I had someone who cared for me, someone who would take
care of me.  The way he hugged me back tight, so strong, so warm, let me
know that he felt it to, that he wanted to protect and care for me.  I
needed a daddy to protect me and he wanted a boy to protect, and somehow we
had found each other here.

Another thing I could feel as we hugged each other tightly for several
minutes was that Daddy's cock was hard.  Even though I'd never even
considered touching a guy's cock before, I had a sudden, serious desire to
see his, touch his, and maybe even taste his.  I wanted to make him feel
good.  I wanted to show him how good he made me feel.  I wanted more than I
had wanted anything before to make him feel good.

I sat down on the toilet seat like he had, and looked up into his face to
see surprise that soon turned into a big grin.  I rubbed the front of pants
like he had me, and could feel how thick he was.  I fumbled with the button
and zipper, wanting to see his cock so bad.  When I took it out I couldn't
believe how big the head was...although his cock in general was pretty
large, the head looked gigantic, so pink and swollen.  I was mesmerized by
it, hypnotized.  Feeling an urge like I'd never felt before, I leaned
forward so I could kiss it.  I gave it a big kiss and started licking all
over it, tasting his thin, salty precum which I hated for about half a
second but then loved.  I tried to suck him but didn't really know how, and
I could only take a tiny bit in before I gagged.  So I stroked his shaft
with my hand I kissed and sucked and licked on the head until I felt him
ready to cum.  I wrapped my mouth around his head to swallow like he did
me, but the first shot caught me by surprise in my throat and I pulled him
out and took the rest on my face, stroking it all out of him, my fingers
tight at the base to milk every drop.  When he was done I gave him more big
kisses on the head until he pulled me up for another hug.

As he held me tight, I whispered to him "I want to do that all the time"
and he whispered back "oh, you will."

To be continued...

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