Indian gay sex story – Homeless guy on streets

I saw the boy everyday as I exited Kalka Station on my way to work,standing there with a sign stating: Homeless, please pray for me. It was easy to walk on by and ignore him. I wondered what could have happened in his life that made him homeless and panhandling on the street. I guess it is human nature to assume the worst, alcohol, drugs, etc.

One day, I paused and took a good look at him without being too obvious.Under all the dirt and grime was a handsome young man, could not have been much older than 18-20. I reached into my pocket and gave him 10 rupees. He thanked me and said, “God Bless.”

All day long, I could not get him out of my mind and resolved to speak to him the next day and ask him if I could help in anyway. I would offer my services as an lawyer,  for any legal issues he might have.

The next morning, a Friday, there he was in his same spot. I walked over to him and gave him my business card, Manoj Kumar, Lawyer. I told him I would like to talk to him to see if I could help him in any way.He looked down and said, “No one can help me, but thank you anyway.”

“What is your name?” I asked. “It’s Hanif.” he replied. I told him I had to go to work, but if he would meet me here at 5p, I would like to talk to him. He looked at me in a very quizzical way. I said, “I am not a pervert, I just want to talk. Have you eaten today.” He said the money I gave him yesterday had bought a meal last night, but no, not today. I reached in my pocket and gave him another 10 rupees. He was hesitant to take it but I insisted.

I told him I would see him this afternoon. He smiled and said thank you.I walked on hurriedly, as I was late getting to work and I had to be in court at 10a. I could not really concentrate on my business just thinking about him, a nice looking young man, who was obviously down on his luck.Thank goodness the case I was on was a cake walk.

When the day was done, i walked back to the train station, looking all over for him. He was nowhere to be found. I was disappointed. I wanted to know his story and how maybe I could help him. I shrugged my shoulders and thought, “At least I tried.” I heard someone calling my name, turned to see Hanif. He had gone somewhere and washed up, still scraggly, but cleaner.

I said, “I thought you had stood me up.: He apologized and said he lost track of time. I suggested we go into the train station, grab a sandwich and drink and talk. He said, “Why are you interested in me?” I told him I had noticed him and it bothered me that such a young man would be homeless,on the dangerous streets and I wanted to know his story. “How old are you, anyway?” I asked. “18.” he answered.

He said he wasn’t sure he wanted to tell me, he was embarrassed. I explained there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Being an attorney,nothing shocked me. He was hesitant at first, stammering for words, but began telling me his story.

He said it was quite simple, he had been a jock in high school, lots of friends, male and female. He and another jock friend had been in his bedroom giving each other head when his father caught them. His friend left in a hurry. His father was furious, told him to stay out of his sight. He said he should pray to the Lord for forgiveness. Then he added,he could finish the school year, but when he graduated, he had to get out.

The next day, his so called friend had spread the word about Hanif giving him blow job and getting caught. When he tried to explain that they were both guilty, no one believed him and he was taunted to the point he could no longer go to school. His father was no help and told him if he wasn’t going to school, he had to get out now. So, here he was, living on the streets and in shelters when he could get in one.

He had tears in his eyes as he related this story to me. My heart was aching for him, but at the same time wondering if this was a scam to get more money from me. I asked him if he had tried to get a job or contact any relatives for a place to stay. He said no one in his family wanted to have anything to do with him. I asked if he had a safe place to stay tonight. He said no.

I sat there looking at this kid, heart full of compassion, wondering how I could help. I asked him if he would like to come home with me and we could talk about his future. He laughed , “What future?” I told him not to think like that, the future is what we make it. Then he asked, “What do you want from me?” I replied, “Nothing, just honesty and hard work to reach a goal for a better life.” “Do you want sex from me? he asked.
“Absolutely not, there are no strings attached.” I said.

“What about your family, how will they like you bringing home a stray mutt?” I told him I was single, divorced actually, lived alone, so that was not a problem. “Look, Hanif, I just want to help you. I am going out on a thin limb here, too.” “I take you home, you could rob me, injure me or worst case scenario, murder me.” “So, what do you say?” He answered, “OK.”

We left the cafe, I bought a ticket for him on the commuter train and we boarded. He was silent all the way on the 1 1/2 hour train ride. I tried to engage him in conversation, but all I got was grunts and short answers.I was a little uneasy, in fact a lot, questioning if I had completely lost my mind. I could see he was a scared little pup, too. When we got off the train, I said we had to walk to my house, which was just a few blocks away.

After we got to my house, I told him I want him to take a bath, shower,whatever, and to give me his clothes so I could wash them. I gave him a towel, wash cloth and all the toiletries,he would need. Then left, telling him to pitch the clothes out for me to wash. I also found a robe, that would swallow him, but give him some modesty.

I went to the utility room to start the wash, then to the kitchen to look for something to cook for us to eat later. After what seemed like an eternity, Hanif came walking out with the robe swallowing him and dragging the floor. We both laughed. I told him to go wrap a towel around himself and come back. He did. Then he sat at the kitchen table and started to talk.

He said this was the first real bath he had had in months and it felt good.I was looking at him, head to toe. His hair needed cutting badly and his finger nails needed attention. I said I needed to change and would be right back. He stood up to follow me. I asked what he was doing. He said, “If I go with you, you can watch me and know I am not stealing anything from you.” I shrugged and headed to the bedroom.

I felt a little odd, stripping down in front of this young man, but I did. I am a neat freak, hanging my suit in the closet, shirt and underwear in the clothes hamper. I reached in a drawer and pulled out a pair of running shorts. “Going commando, I see.” he said. “Yes, I do. I usually wear nothing when I get home, but with you here, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” “Oh, that wouldn’t make me uncomfortable, I like to be nude, too.” he said dropping his towel revealing a very nice cut cock, maybe 4-5 inches flaccid.

“Hanif, put the towel back on.” I ordered. He looked a little sheepish as he picked up the towel and wrapped it around his waist. “Sorry.” I told him it was ok, but my interest in him was not sexual. I meant what I said, I wanted to help him. He started to tear up and I said, “Let’s go to the kitchen and get supper started.

He said he had to take a piss and headed into the bathroom. I went to the kitchen with all kinds of thought running through my head. I was thinking about his body; you could tell he was an athlete, although I did not know what sport (s). He was short, 5’8″, probably 145 lbs. at most, hairy legs and bushy pubes?beautiful green eyes, dirty blond hair. I felt an ache in my groin.

He came back to the kitchen, asked where my cleaning supplies were. He wanted to clean the bathroom from all the grime he had washed off. I gave supplies to him and said not to be too long, supper would be ready soon. That impressed me that he did not just make a mess and leave it for me to
clean.

When supper was nearly ready, I went to the bathroom to see what he was doing and let him know it was it was time to eat. What a sight, Hanif on his knees, hairy ass crack exposed, scrubbing the tub. I stood there a minute starring, then came to my senses and said, “About done? Supper is ready.” He looked around and said, “I had to scrub this 3 times to get all the dirt off. I will be done in a minute.”

I left him and went back to the kitchen. I had a raging boner. “Get your mind straight, you want to help this kid, not fuck him.” That is what my rational mind was saying, but my ‘Little Manoj’ was thinking, “Yes, you do. It’s been too long.” As this debate was going on in my head, Hanif came into the kitchen, naked, carrying the wet linens. He said he had to use his towel to wipe down the shower walls and asked for
another one.

I took the dirty linens. moved his clothes to the dryer and started a new wash. Then, I went to the linen closet and got another towel for him.When I handed it to him, I noticed he had started to chub up a bit. I quickly returned to the kitchen, all the time trying to think of other things to get my hard on to go down. Hanging loose in my running shorts did not hide a thing. I hoped he had not noticed.

I served our plates and asked him what he wanted to drink. “Just water is fine.” he said. We ate our meal and talked. I asked him what sports he participated in. He said he was a wrestler and a bench warmer in football.
“I am too short to be good at anything but wrestling.” “I won a lot of matches and was state champ in my weight class last year.” “Chiran, the guy who outed me, was in my weight class, but I always beat him. I guess that is why he did it, so he could be top dog.”

I asked if that was the first time they sucked each other when he got caught. He said it wasn’t. “Wrestlers are always rubbing their groins together on the mats, and Chiran was pretty aggressive in that behavior.”He went on, “After one match, which I won, he gave me a ride home. He reached over and grabbed my cock and began to massage it. I asked him what the hell he was doing.” “He told me he wanted to suck my dick.”

“We pulled off the road into a park and I let him suck me. When he had me close, I warned him, but he kept sucking and I shot a load in his mouth.He swallowed every drop.” “Then he sat up, wiped his mouth on his tee shirt , started the car and drove me home.”

“You didn’t suck him?” I asked. “Not this time, a few days later, same scene, only I did the sucking and swallowing.” Hanif went on to say this was a weekly thing, either in the car or one of their houses. “Did you ever fuck each other?” I asked. “No, but we talked about it.”

I asked if he had ever been fucked. He said he had given a lot of blow jobs to earn a few bucks, but only got fucked a couple of times; he didn’t particularly like it, it really hurt. I asked if he thought he was gay. He said, “I don’t know, I like girls and boys the same.” “Have you ever been with a girl, Hanif?” I asked. “No, not all the way, just playing with boobs and fingering the pussy. I liked it, but never got to fuck them.”

I was slightly aroused, and changed the subject to control myself. “Did you finish high school. ” I asked. He said he had not, he could not face going to school everyday and being taunted and called a cocksucker. “I thought I might take the GED test, then maybe I could get some kind of job and earn enough to get off the streets.”

“Hanif, I have a friend, a photographer, who is looking for an assistant. I will give him a call and set you up with an interview. “He lowered his head and said, “I look awful and I don’t have nice clothes, nobody would want to hire me.” “Let me worry about that. I will go call Jaideep?Jaideep Roy.”

I reached for my phone, punched in Jaideep’s number and waited. No Answer, but I left a message to call me asap. I turned around to see Hanif cleaning up the dinner dishes and the kitchen. “Hey, you don’t have to do that.” I said. “Yes, I do. I am used to it, I always did it at home.” he said choking on his words. It was all I could do to keep myself from hugging and comforting this sad boy.

My cell was ringing, it was Jaideep. “Hey, Jaideep, where were you 5 minutes ago, getting your ass plowed?” I teased. “No, fuck head, I was taking a dump if you really want to know. What’s up?” he replied. “Listen, I have the perfect assistant for you, no experience, but has a good work ethic, is
nice looking and I am sure will do a great job for you.”

“Where did you find this wonder boy?” he asked. I told him it was a long,unbelievable story, but I wanted him to at least meet him and see what he thought. “And listen you pervert, hands off; this kid has had a lot of bad luck and he doesn’t need an old queer trying to manhandle him.” I said.
“I resemble that remark, Manoj, except the old part?fuck you and the horse you rode in on.” he shouted. “When do I get to meet this boy? Where does he live.”

I told him he was staying with me right now. “Oh, I see you have come over to the dark side, finally. God, this kid must have something to get into you or you into him or whatever!” “Jaideep, get your mind out of the gutter, I am just trying to help this kid, nothing else.” “One of these days, Mahoj, I am going to get that ass of yours, then all my legal fees will be free.” he stated. “Not bloody likely, you old queen. I love you to death, but sometimes you are just too over the top. Knock it off!” I said.

“How about lunch tomorrow? I have a shoot at the studio.” You and?what’s his name?” “Hanif.” I replied. “OK, you and Hanif meet me here and we can talk and have lunch.” “Come early and watch the shoot.” I said we would be there and disconnected.

“Hanif, let’s see if your clothes are dry, we are going shopping.” “Why?” he asked. “Because you are being interviewed tomorrow and you need to look nice. And while we are at the mall, we need to do something about that hair and those dirty nails.” “Manoj, why are you doing this, I don’t understand.” he questioned. “I am trying to earn my way into heaven, making up for some of the legal shenanigans I pull for some of the scumbags I represent.” “Don’t repeat that!” I laughed.

We drove to the mall, looked at several items, before deciding on a couple pairs of jeans and polo shirts. Then we looked at nice casual pants and shirts, underwear, socks and a couple pairs of shoes. He started to protest, but I insisted, telling he could pay me back once he had a job. I had him wear one of his new outfits, and threw his old clothes in the trash.

Then we went to a hair & nail salon. We had to wait, but the stylist and manicurist worked their magic. I was absolutely stunned at what I saw in front of me. This boy was drop dead gorgeous. I asked if he liked the new look and he said, “Yes. I cannot thank you enough, no one has ever been this kind to me, for no reason at all.” “I already told you the reason, you are my ticket into heaven!” I laughed. “Now let’s go home, you need a good night’s rest.” “On the way, I will tell you about Jaideep and what to expect. He is a bit flamboyant, no, a lot, but he is fun.” “You just have to ignore him; he is harmless.”

To be continued …………..