Another true story from my days of homelessness. As with all of these stories, I'm using the street names of the people involved, to protect their identities.
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It wasn't long after I started staying at the city shelter that I met Honcho, a thirtyish Latino fresh out of prison. He was tall and built like a brick wall, with a boyish face and kind eyes. I don't remember how we met exactly, but I do recall that very little time past before I was servicing him, taking his seven-inch dick up the ass and sucking him off every chance I got. We were together a couple of months, and I was sure I was in love. What can I say? I was young and had never had a boyfriend before.
Then he started running with Casanova, a handsome Latino he somehow knew from his old neighborhood. Casanova was suave and sexy, always chatting up girls he met on the street. He had that whole Latin lover thing going for him in spades, and a pair of sultry green eyes you couldn't stop looking at. The fact that he was homeless and staying in shelters didn't seem to bother any of those girls. He was that hot.
Casanova knew about other, smaller shelters and service organizations that he clued us in on. He and Honcho would sometimes stay out, leaving me at the city shelter for the night while they had their "boys night". I was sure, with Honcho's prison history, that they were up to no good, but they didn't fill me in on what was going on and I didn't ask.
One night, Honcho informed me that we weren't staying at the shelter. Casanova had a place he and Honcho crashed at when they stayed out, and he wanted me to join them. It was an old, abandoned house, so we held off going there until just before nightfall. Once we were in, we were in until morning. Although the two of them entered the place after nightfall, Honcho said it was hazardous in some places, and he didn't want to chance I got hurt. That made me relax about the whole situation, knowing he would protect me.
So, we entered just as the sun was setting, when the light was gray, and the street lights were flickering on. We climbed in through a window that was boarded up, but not very securely, so you could lift it away to crawl in. After we were all inside the dark building, which smelled of urine, and god knows what else, we climbed the stairs to what must have been a bedroom at one time. There, Casanova had makeshift beds with blankets, and we settled in for the night. We stayed up for a while, talking about nothing, often with Honcho and Casanova speaking in Spanish.
Time came for us to sleep, and I lay down with Honcho on our bed, snuggling into him in the pitch darkness. Honcho kissed me for a while, then pushed my head toward his crotch. I knew my cue and set about freeing his cock. I sucked him for a while, relishing the feel of his foreskin in my mouth. I played with it, tongued it, held it over the head and sucked on it like a lollipop. I deep throated his cock, making it slick with saliva, knowing from past experiences what would come next.
Honcho pulled me up to him and kissed me again while I shimmied out of my pants. He climbed on top of me and slipped his spit slick cock into me, fucking me hard. I loved the rough nature of his fucking, straight forward and to the point. There was nothing fancy about the way he fucked. I was often left with an ass full of his cum and the certainty that he only fucked me with the intent of busting a nut. I was okay with that. I just wished he was a little more intimate about it.
After a good ass pounding, he came inside me and pulled out, rolling off me to pull his pants up. I pulled mine up to, then snuggled up next to him.
"Go take care of Casanova," Honcho told me.
"What?" I asked, stunned and confused. I was sure I hadn't heard him right.
