Indian gay sex story – Homeless guy on streets – 2

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After arriving home, I showed Hanif where he would sleep, had him hang up his new clothes and took his new underwear and socks to wash. I am a fanatic about that. He stripped down to his ragged tightey whiteys, stood there a minute, the took them off and pitched them in the trash. He looked at me and said, “I am not going to wear anything around the house tonight.”

I just shrugged and said, “Have it your way, just don’t expect anything sexual from me.” He said, “I know I turn you on, I saw your boner at supper.” “Why are you denying it and why won’t you let me blow you?”
“Hanif, I told you, there are no strings attached, I just want to help you get a new start, that’s all.”

I turned and went to the laundry room, moved the wet linens to the dryer and started a new load. He came in right behind me and said, “I understand and I will not bother you again, but please, hug me. I haven’t had any personal attention in so long and I need to be held.” He started crying.

I felt so bad for him, for him and put my arms around him and kissed the top of his head?I am taller than he is, 5’9 to his 5’6″. He was sobbing so deeply, it was almost more than I could bear. I told him to come into the living room with me, where we could sit and talk. I guided him to the couch, sat down, put my arms around him. He lay his head on my chest,still sobbing.

“Hanif, please stop crying and talk to me.” “Manoj, you don’t know how much all this means to me. After my mother died, there was no affection shown to me by anyone.” “I was looking for someone to love me and I guess I thought Chiran did, but he turned out to be a user and betrayed me.” “Then on the streets, all anyone wanted from me was sex.” “You are the first person in a long time to be kind to me and not expect anything. I want you to love me, maybe not sexually, but love me, hold me, kiss me.”

I was stroking his newly styled hair, not knowing what to say. I had a huge lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. This poor boy has had such a tough time and I resolved I would make his life better. I would never use him, never. I looked down over his nice tight, body and saw he had a hard on. I could feel my own cock growing in my pants.

I just sat there stroking his hair while he cried. Suddenly, I felt his hand rubbing my crotch and unzipping my jeans. I said, “No, Hanif, not gonna happen, it will make me a user and I am not one.” He stopped, looked at me with those beautiful tearful, green eyes and asked, “Why, Manoj, you know you want it.” “I want it.” “Hanif, I just feel it is inappropriate, I have never done this before with a man, much less a young boy.” I exclaimed. “How old are you, Manoj?” he asked. “I am 26; I am straight; I just cannot do this.”

He sat up and said, “OK, but I know differently, you want me, you really do.” “I don’t expect you to do anything to me, just let me give you pleasure, please.” I got up from the couch and headed to the bathroom. I needed some time alone to sort things out. He followed me, but I told him to just let me be alone. He said he would and left me. I sat on the toilet, my head in my hands, thinking about what had almost happened and what was said. Crap! It should be crystal clear what to do, but it wasn’t.

I have been divorced 2 years now and after being burned badly, I had not been in any kind of relationship since. My sexual release has been watching porn and jacking off. Not very satisfying, but safe from getting hurt again. I got up, washed my face, took off my clothes, folded then neatly, then opened the door to my bedroom. There was Hanif, naked, asleep in my bed.

I put my clothes away, climbed quietly into bed and turned off the lights. Hanif stirred in the bed, turned over to me and put his arm around my body. I was instantly hard as a rock, again. He started moving his hand down my chest and stomach. I grabbed his hand and said, “”No, Hanif, we are not going there.” “If you want to hold me or me hold you, OK, but that is it.”
He snuggled up to me. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my back.I fell asleep soon, very proud of myself for resisting his advances, when deep inside me, I knew I wanted him.

Waking up, feeling great, I reached behind me, not feeling Hanif there, I hopped out of bed and headed to the living room. I could hear clatter coming from the kitchen, Hanif was in there attempting to make breakfast for us. He looked up and said, “Shoot! I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.” He came around the table and pulled me into a hug and kissed me.

I said, we had to get a shower and get ready to meet Jaideep. Leave this mess and we will grab a bite to eat on the way to the studio. I took his hand and led him to the bathroom. He looked surprised and said, “We are going to shower together?” “Why not, saves on hot water!” I replied. We got in the shower and washed each other, both having morning wood, but avoided any touching.

We dried off and got dressed. He put on the jeans without underwear.Damn! He was hot! I knew I was going to have to beat Jaideep with a cricket bat to keep him off Hanif. I said, “Hanif, if Jaideep comes on to you, don’t let him touch you. I know he is going to try, or maybe try to get you to model for him.” “Do not let him rope you into that.” “I have had to represent him in some nasty lawsuits involving models that blame him for getting them into porn and 2 cases of him trying to fuck them.”

“Then why are you thinking I would want to work for him?” he asked. “First of all he pays extremely well. Secondly, I think you can handle yourself.” “Jaideep is my client, but if he crosses the line, I want to know it immediately, I will kick his ass.” “He needs me, no other attorney wants to touch his legal issues.” He said, “I don’t think I want to do this,
Manoj.” “Hanif, I promise you nothing will happen, that little flamer will not touch you for fear of what I would do to him.” “Trust me.” “If after meeting him, you decide it’s a no go, you don’t have to do it.” “We will find something else.”

I asked Hanif what he would like for breakfast? He said, “I don’t care, I am not a picky eater.” “How about pancakes or waffles?” I asked. “Great!”
So I drove to a pancake house nearby. We went in and ordered. OMG! Can that boy eat! I would have been miserable if I ate that much”

“Manoj, you are doing way too much for me, plus, I have to find a cheap place to live first.” “No, you don’t, you are going to live with me.” “No argument, you are, until you can afford to live on your own and be safe.” He started to tear up and squeezed my hand as we got into the car.

“I don’t believe I have ever been treated so well in my life.” “I feel I am using you, Manoj.” I told him it was my choice and my privilege to help him. It made me feel good and happy. “Manoj, can I tell you something without you getting mad?” I shook my head, wondering what he was going to say. “I really have feelings for you, Manoj, in fact, I think I love you.”

“Hanif, that is a sweet thing to say, but I think what you feel is gratitude, maybe a little love, but let’s see what happens over the next few days, weeks, whatever. ” He grabbed my hand and placed it on his bulging crotch and said, “Does that feel like gratitude?” “This morning before you woke up, I had my hard cock in your ass crack and you were
pushing and grinding your ass back on me, I almost shot a load.”

“Hanif, I will be honest with you, I do not understand what is happening to me right now.” “I do have feelings for you., but I am hesitant to act on them until I know for sure what they are.” “Yes, it would be easy for me to let you go down on me, maybe I fuck you?I don’t know.” “Whatever it is will be well thought out and will be the right thing for both of us.”

Thoughts ran in my mind about what we would do. Standing before was Hanif with a beautiful chest, nice sagging balls and an uncut 4″ cock that made my mouth drool. Lying down, he walked over to me and I ran my hands over his cock and balls. I lightly stroked his cock in my hand and felt it grow harder and harder. He got into bed with me and our bodies melded into one. Feeling his body pressed into mine was awesome. My cock grew harder and harder the more we caressed each other. We kissed passionately and probed each other’s mouth as our cocks rubbed against each other.

Pre-cum started to ooze out of his uncut cock and I quickly ran my tongue over the head of his cock and savored the tartness of it. We then shifted into a 69. We wrapped our lips around each other’s cock and the feel of uncut member was too much for me. I had to have in my throat. I sucked frantically as I was lightly playing with his balls. I could feel his hot breath and mustache tickle and drive my cock wild with lust.

The feel of his tight lips drove me to probe my tongue into his foreskin and taste more of his pre-cum.  I paused for a moment and and thoughts of loving cock entered my mind. I had eaten pussy before in my past but I loved the taste of a man cock more than anything. I was taken in by the smell of this mans cock. I resumed my sucking and felt his cock grow harder and harder. He was getting me so hard I started to lift my hips upward to feed him more of my cock.

I was literally fucking his mouth. Finally, I could not hold back any longer and shot a few large bursts of hot cum down his throat. It trickled down his cheek as he tried to swallow it all. I lay there spent but determined to finish him. He turned over and straddled my chest and fed me his cock. I wrapped my lips around it as I probed my wet finger on the outside of his ass. He bucked his hips into my face as I bopped my head in sync to his thrusts.

I slowly placed my finger into his ass as far as I could and slowly worked it in and out. This drove Hanif crazy! Finally, I felt his balls churn and waves and waves of hot sperm hit the back of my throat. I choked and gagged to swallow as much as I could. We both laid there exhausted and tired. We remained in contact for a short while and moved on.

Finally, let me tell you that this was the Best Incident of my life!