Gay Erotic Stories

The hardest thing about living on the streets is not having ANY place to go; you just wander until somebody reaches out to you with help. If you're young and living on the streets of Hollywood, you'll get help a lot sooner than you would if you're older. But it may come from somebody you'd be better off not knowing. The man who reached out to me took me to his home, cleaned me up, fed me, and then led me naked out to his backyard swimming pool. It was while we were in the pool that he told me what he expected in return for all his help: He wanted me working there as his house boy. "You don't even know me," I reminded him. "I know you won't quit on me to go back to the streets. You like being clean and well fed. And you're going to like having money to spend." "Yeah, but . . ." "You can't say no." "Why?" "Because I threw away all your clothes!" Talk about an offer I couldn't refuse! But there was a real bed waiting for me, my own room in fact, and more food in his fridge if I wanted a late snack. In the morning, he fixed me a breakfast like I had never had before. "Today, I teach you how to cook," he enthused. "Tomorrow, I show you how to clean and run the vacuum cleaner." In the nude. He didn't want me wearing any clothes. He was gay and liked pretty boys, he said. He liked a lot of pretty boys around him. By noon, there were two more blond nineteen-year-olds like me and a twenty-year-old redhead in the pool. "So, how are you and Sam getting along?" asked the redhead. "Fine, I guess. He hasn't touched me, so I don't know yet where all of this will lead." "He won't jump your bones, if that's what you're worried about. He'll ask one of us to jump you." "What?" "Don't you know? He produces gay porno films. Right here out of his home. He'll have you in one before long." "I . . . don't think so." "You want to go back to the streets?" "How do you know I came from the streets?" "Where do you think he found us?" A few minutes later, we were in the den viewing his latest gay video. "A lot of people I know hate me for doing these films," he said. "But, you know, when I was on the streets starving, I never heard from any of those people. Not a word. They knew I was out there. Where were they when my dad kicked me out of the house." I never heard from my folks when I was on the streets. When I drove by the house in the first new car I bought with money I earned doing pornos, I heard from them. "Come back! Come back!" they yelled, but they were too late.