There was an old drunkard who occasionally appeared in town. Once a week this old fellow would sell jungle produce in the market. He would then buy cheap liquor and drank straight from the bottle. By the time he got to the third bottle, the scenario changed. He would sing and sometimes gave meaningless speeches. There were times he acted aggressively too. He seemed to have lots of frustrations in him.
On the other side of the street, there was another mall. There an old granny who ran away from her family after finding out they intended to send her to the old folks home, made the walkway there her home. Once she tried to share my corner, I chased her back. That was the unseen drama that shoppers never knew happened in the streets. The homeless people fighting for and defending their territory.
I recalled once I was down with fever, this old granny came and shared a bun that was given to her by some generous shoppers. She even gave me a stick of cigarette. But I was not to be conned into sharing my cosy corner with her. I repaid her with part of the money I got from the woman who masturbated me. I gave her $3. on two occasions.
There was a time when the drunkard came to me for company. He offered me some liquor. I was never a drinker. I get drunk too easily. I took a sip, played the liquor around in my mouth then swallowed it. It burned my throat all the way down my tummy. There I felt my stomach warmed. The drunkard who was in his early 60, talked about everything he knows and anything that came into his mind. He talked about catching his wife pants down with a neighbour. He talked and sobbed. That made him drank more. He drank to drown those hurting memories, he said. So I supported his cause and we drank some more together.
As the mall closed for the night, shoppers disappeared. It seemed that this drunkard would be here till dawn. I couldn't care much as my head began to float. I felt very uncomfortable, shifting every now and then. I felt drowsy and drifted to sleep only to be awoken by this emotionally troubled drinker. He was loud at times swearing and condemning his unfaithful wife. Then he became quiet , just murmuring a little.
He shifted and sat next to me. Forced me to take another sip from the bottle. As I was forced to, I took a very very small sip. Then he took my hand and put it on his already exposed cock. I didn't see nor realized he had his pants down. His medium size cock wasn't totally erect. His cock very much like his drunk self, softened each time it was about to get erect. It was no easy task in his condition to maintain a full erection. I stroke his cock just to please him. As his cock finally stood erect, he ordered me to double the speed, but the cum never came. I was so drowsy that I could hardly able maintain my jerking tempo. Just that little alcohol was enough to deactivate me.
He undid my jeans, I was too dizzy to retaliate. He proceeded to take my cock out. He stroked my aged cock, and it stood briefly and fell hardly achieving full erection. I wasn't really aware of things by now, only responding to his handling. He made me rested on all four limbs like a dog. I could feel he did something behind me. I felt my balls being stroked from behind including my asshole, he massaged and tried to insert a finger into my butt hole. I didn't like the feeling of being touched there, moreover when it was being penetrated by his old wriggly fingers. He then held my waist with both hands. I could feel his hard erect cock pushing at my butt hole. Found it too dry to penetrate, he recoiled, spat on his cock to moistened it then spat and moistened my butt hole too. This time his cock came in. I felt as if my butt hole would tear. There wasn't any sensation at all, although later, I got a bit aroused. With one hand I touched my cock. It wasn't very erect. So I left it dangling while he fucked me. This was a new experience to me. Things like this wasn't strange in the world of the homeless.