Give home to homless. I learned it at Sunday’s school, but I never had the chance to practice it. Not until some days ago, when I was driving through Piura City.
I stopped when transit lights turned red when he appeared, wearing tight clothes. Then, he started the show, playing with three balls and trying to catch them all just with both hands.
I know this trick is old, but this guy got something else – nice face, brown curly hair, friendly smile, some muscular development along all his body.
The show took about a minute, then he thanked to audience inside the cars, and he went one by one hoping for somebody who appreciates street art.
I looked for some coins, but I only found bills. When he got close to me, I gave him a 10 soles one… and my personal card.
Light turned yellow, then green.
I could see his interrogative face on the mirror. If he’s smart, he will know what to do.
When I came here, Piura gave me a home although I never was a homeless, but I didn’t know anybody interesting.
All the guys used to talk me as I were an alien, and my name was eber present in parties, little trips, walkings around commercial places.
My presence is symbol of status because I’m American so everybody loves a ‘gringo’.
I never felt part of the family, so I consideredd myself a virtual homeless in some way.
My only alone times were when I worked iout early at gym or when I escaped to the beach for hearing sea waves as the sun tanned my white skin.
In San Diego, another guy. Here, a guy?
After dinning and hating that stupid waiter bad-acted smile, I came back home.
I pushed the remote control and my garage dorr opened. I was preparing to put my car inside, when the astreet acrobat appeared.
- Hola.
- Ho-la.
- ¿Cómo te llamas?
- No mucho español.do you speak English?
- Where are you from?
- US. Glendale, Florida, actually.
I picked him up and we entered the house.
There inside I got the picture. He’s 22 but their parents were too poor to pay him a college, so he decided to get a job. But there’s no jobs, especially for someone with bad high.school scores, that gave a diploma with the lowest allowed grade.
- So I decided to travel out. A friend of mine said here in South America, things were better.
- And you got anything?
- Jobs that my parents never would consider a pride.
- For example?
- I was model and actor in Mexico.
- That’s great! Anything I watched?
- Do you watch porn films?
- Yes. I’m 25. Like any American in my age, I do it.
- I mean gay ones.
- Oh!... but what’s rare on it?
- Nothing… but I didn’t like to make those films but for money, so I ran out.
In Southern Mexico, somebody taught him circus acts, and he tried to enter some, but nobody wanted. He went ahead to the south.
- In Colombia while I played my act at the street, a man called me and gave me a job but he never paid me. I returned to streets but authorities are so hard with that kind of talent. In Ecuador, a cop tried to rape me. Here in Peru, things seem to be different.
- Why people treat you that way?
- Look…
He stood up and showedme his back. I saw him and the most prominent part were his legs and ass, and it was evidently that his underware was a g-string. Then he turned and point his pelvis out with his eyes, and his bulge made a little mountain underneath his stretch pants.
- And what make you think I’m not like them?
- You’re American too.
- Because the surname in my card.
- No. look.
He opened his bag and showed me the bill I gave him. It was not 10 soles, but 10 dollars.
- I thought this guy is wrong or maybe he wants to hire me for anything.
- I supposed I gave you Peruvian currency.
- Maybe… You wannna sex?
- You’re cute, you’re good-shaping, but you’re homeless. Don’t you?
- Yes. Yes. But I’m attractive.
- That’s right. And you could be more if you clean those clothes, take a bath. You need a time for yourself!
- Well 27 soles are not a fortune.
- Plus that you’ve got.
- You’re different. I wasn’t wrong.
Both smiled.
As hewent to take a shower, I put all his clothes, even his bag, in the washing machine. Then I ordered some delivery food.
He came out the bathrrom just covered by the towel. Then he took it off.
- I’m dry. Thank you.
- What are you doing?
- Do you mind if I’m naked?
- Not, absolutely.
His body was totally unhaired, and looking like this I understood why he was hired as an adult actor.
Then, as if it was part of an screenplay, I started to get naked.
With any clothes over me, I walked toward him, held him, kisssed him.
The next twenty minutes were spent over my bed, playing, caring, kissing. Our dicks got hard.
Then the delivery arrived and both went to the dorr to receive the order.
The delivery guy saw us scared.
I could realize he passed his eyes over our bodies and stopped on our dicks.
- ¿Quie-res en-trar? – the Acrobat said.
- ¿Puedo entrar la moto? – he answered.
He entered his cycle, came to us, got naked, and performed a threesome on my living-room sofa.
The delivery guy offered his big, hairy and hard dick and balls to be sucked. After that, he fucked both until cuming over our chests.
When he left the house, and so much later dinning, the second round was between him and me over my bed. Having the hottest, passionated, and amazing sex we never ever had.
We talked a lot about his chances in Piura and before sleeping, we fucked each other for the third time.
We woke up early next morning, went to the gym, and to the office when I introduced my contracttor as my apprentice.
Well, we also are lovers and housemates.
People like him because he’s more diplomatic and friendly than me. But his deepeest secrets are mine and they never will have all access I have.
I know it could be long until he became independent, or who knows…
Give home to homeless. Never forget that commandment. Heaven has you a big reward. Never lose your faith. Amen.
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