Taken in by a BBC as a young gay runaway

I grew up knowing I was gay at a very young age. It made me feel different and in some ways, my parents knew. My dad always made me try to be more manly. He would always made comments about how big the breasts were on a woman passing us; he also forced me to do a lot of manual labor in his construction job to build up my small frame.

I made my dad furious when I ended up on the gymnastics team. He thought it was a girly sport and constantly yelled at me for picking something like that.

Regardless, I was good at it. I always made it to practice. My body become toned and even muscular from all the training we did after school. Even though I was short at 5'5", I ended up having massive arms and legs, rock hard abs. When I took my shirt off, the girls were shocked that my tiny body hid such a ripped physique.

Midway through gymnastics season, my dad got fed up. He kicked me out of the house and told me to never come back. I look at my mom and how she stayed silent as he did it.

With nothing but the clothes I wore coming home from school and the backpack I was carrying, I had nothing. I cried walking to the train station.

On the train platform, I stood on the yellow caution line as the train approached from afar. I thought about ending it all as tears streamed down my face. As the train got closer and closer, I put one foot onto the yellow line. A few seconds before the train got to me, a hand pulls my backpack and I fall backwards onto a man.

"What are you doing??? Are you crazy? You could have been killed!" The man screamed at me, but still gripping me tightly as the train finally stopped. He pulled and carried me to the bench and looked at my face.

I looked at him, this man who saved me from committing suicide. I looked at his face. He was an African American man, had a big thick beard, an extremely clean fade. I looked down at his clothes, he was wearing a full suit and he was also holding a leather satchel. Even though he looked at me with concerned eyes, I had nothing to say.

"Are you ok, son? Do you need help?"

I told him that I was just kicked by my father and that I had nowhere to go. The man had nothing to say, he only hugged me tightly as if I was going to float away if he didn't.

"I can't let a teenage boy just wander out on the streets on a cold night. Would you be ok with staying with me tonight? Afterwards, I can take you to get some help in the morning."

I nodded and he took my hand. We walked out of the station and he hailed a taxi cab. Rather than take the train, he decided it would be better to get a direct ride to his home.

After about 15 minutes, we arrived at this nice house south of the city. He opened the front door and we walked into the kitchen. There, the man pulled up a chair and made me sit in it.

"Jared, come out please!" yelled the man. A boy about my age came out and sat across from me at the dinner table. "This is my son, Jared. My name is Donald. What's your name?"

"My name is Kevin." My eyes were red from all the crying.

"Nice to meet you, Kevin." He looked over at Jared and muttered, "Ahem..."

Jared took his cue, "Yeah man, nice to meet you Kevin."

Donald got up and said, "Now you boys must be hungry. Let's get dinner going." Jared started by taking plates out of the refrigerator. As he pulled off the foil, they were fully prepared homemade dinners. Unfortunately, it was only two plates.

Donald, who had just taken out his suit jacket and his dress shirt, walked back into the kitchen in a tank top. He took a new plate out and scooped portions from both to create a third plate. Jared look annoyed as he saw his dinner shrink in front of his eyes. Donald put the first plate into the microwave and then looked at me, "Kevin, can you help out? The first plate is for Jared. You will then microwave your plate. After that's done, put my plate to be heated last, ok?"

I nodded and followed his instructions. One after another, we each got our dinner plate. After all the chaos earlier, the taste of food in a home felt like heaven. It was steak with carrots and green beans. I hated vegetables, but these tasted delicious to me right now.

After we finished eating, Donald took all the dishes and placed it in the washer. He then took me to the bathroom and told me to clean up for the night. He pulled out a new toothbrush taken from a Marriott hotel. He yelled to his son, "Hey Jared, get Kevin some clothes to wear."

While I was brushing my teeth, Jared entered the bathroom and threw the clothes on top of the toilet. He was much taller than me, but he was skinnier. After brushing my teeth, I jumped in the shower.

When I was done, I turned the faucet off and then realized that I didn't get a towel. I stepped out of the tub still dripping and cracked open the door, "Um, excuse me, Donald...I don't have a towel to use."

Loud footsteps raced over and I could hear a closet door open. Donald pushes a large fluffy towel through the door, exposing my half naked torso to him. I started drying my hair and then wrapped the towel around my waist. I put on Jared's clothes and everything looked baggy on me. I stepped outside holding the wet towel and toothbrush.

"Okay, you should probably go to bed soon. Tonight, you can sleep with Jared in his bed."

Jared rebutted, "Hell no, he can sleep on the couch." Donald shot him an icy look.

"No, that couch is not good for the back. You can share your queen sized bed with Kevin, it won't be too cramped." Jared rolled in eyes defiantly.

Donald turned to me, "Would you be okay sleeping with me instead? It's also a queen sized bed. I'm a big man, but you can squeeze in." I nodded...I had no choice in the matter.

In Donald's bedroom, it was lightly decorated. He had a cross over his bed and a black & white photo of a woman, presumably his mother or grandmother. He pulled the cover over on the left side and said, "Here, you sleep on the inside tonight."

Tired, but luckily full and clean, I climbed into the bed and quickly dozed off.

A few hours later and in the dark, I was awoken by Donald's loud snoring. I turned slightly to see him completely blacked out. In the darkness, I noticed movement...I couldn't make it out just yet. As I scanned down the bed, I saw something moving near Donald's waist. I focused my night vision and it gradually become clearer. It was a hand grasping this giant black cock...I wasn't sure what was going on.

I looked at the arm and it connected to a shadowy figure that had to be Jared. I didn't move and pretended to still be asleep. I watched Jared take his father's massive cock and he kept stroking it up and down. Donald had the biggest cock I've ever seen on a human being. It was long and thick, probably the size of my forearm. Jared was gripping it with both hands, stroking his dad like he was pumping oil out of the ground.

As he did it, my cock suddenly got hurt. I was turned on by this sexual action. I still laid motionless, but my eyes were fixed on Jared jacking his father off. After a few more strokes, he finally placed his lips onto my dad's big fat head. He sucked it so deeply, like a pro who had been doing it for quite a long time. In less than two minutes, I could hear Jared gag a little as Donald cummed into his son's mouth. Still asleep, Donald had no awareness of his ejaculation. Everything happened based on biological function. Jared swallowed the giant load he squeezed out of his dad. Quietly, he tucked the giant cock back into his pajamas and crept out of the bedroom.

I finally moved and looked at Donald's sleeping body. Did I imagine all of that?

Still snoring like a locomotive, I reached over and touched Donald to see if he would wake up. He kept breathing deeply and snoring loudly. I proceeded to reach into his pajamas and felt his half hard cock. It was still wet with Jared's spit and the leftover semen. I took my hand out and sniffed it; I then tasted it...the taste of cum from a big black cock.

I felt so horny from watching Jared, I had to try it out for myself. I pulled his pajamas off carefully and placed my lips around his head. I took more and more of his cock into my mouth, but found that I was nowhere near the length that Jared fit into his. I went as deep as I could, nearly suffocating on his cock. It was the first time I taste big black cock, not to mention dick of any sort. He wasn't getting hard even though I tried my best...he must be done for the night.

I took off my pajamas and rubbed my hard cock against Donald's rough hands. It felt so good in his big manly hands. It started to hump his hand harder and harder, rocking the bed back and forth. Donald didn't even sense anything as he snored on. After a few more pushes, I jizzed all over his hand. Shit! I got cum all over this man's hand. I used the pajamas and wipe as much as I could off of his cum soaked hand. I pulled the soiled pajamas back on, feeling the wet cum on the right cuff.

As I looked around the room, I thought I saw a shadowy figure by the door. Oh shit! It was Jared standing right there, looking at me as if he caught me raping his dad in his sleep. I didn't know how to react and I pretended to fall asleep. I assume he walked away, but I knew he was furious I sucked his dad's big cock and jizzed all over him. Before I dozed off, I gave Donald a light kiss on my lips and cheek. His beard tickled and scratched as I leaned in.

When morning came, Donald woke up. Still half asleep, I rubbed my eyes and realized that I needed to get ready for school. Donald was already dressed in a suit again. He brought my clothes, freshly washed and folded. It was still warm from the dryer. This was the most care I had ever received from a man as a father. I got dressed and went out to the kitchen where Donald was ready to go.

"Where's Jared?" I asked.

"He left already. He has to leave pretty early to get to his school. I'm gonna take you to see a social worker friend of mine, is that ok?" I silently nodded. It turns out that I wasn't going to school, but the alternative wasn't any better.

We walked together to the train station and took it straight downtown. We walked a few blocks away to a tall brick building. On the 3rd fl, Donald led me to an office marked, "Olivia Cruz".

"Welcome, Kevin. I'm glad to meet you. Will you two please have a seat?"

I explained to Olivia what happened the prior night with my dad. Donald listened quietly as I went over the situation. He didn't mentioned how I tried to kill myself by stepping in front of the train. Olivia told me that my case is not the first one she has encountered as a social worker. She reassured me it was ok to be gay and that no one would discriminate against me in her office. She asked if there was any relatives that I would be ok with contacting to possibly live with. I shook my head.

"Would you be ok with staying with a foster family temporarily?" Olivia asked.

I didn't answer her right away. I was scared about the whole idea of being placed in foster care. Without thinking, my right hand went to Donald's and I squeezed it hard. Donald looked down. Olivia noticed the hands clasped together.

Donald squeezed back. "You know what, Olivia? Maybe Kevin can stay with us for a while."

Olivia looked elated after hearing Donald's offer. "Yes, no problem. We have all your paperwork, so it should be an easy process to get you assigned as Kevin's foster parent."

I didn't smile on the outside, but I felt like I was gonna be ok now that Donald was gonna take care of me. We both got up and headed out of Olivia's office. Before we exited, Olivia yelled, "I'll call you if there's any issues, but it should be fine."

Just like that, I was going to be a part of Donald's family. He called a taxi cab and instructed the driver to drop me off at school. As the cab started to drive away, I saw Donald's tall figure grow smaller into the distance. This was the first time I felt like it was ok to be gay.