Streets to Sheets E1 | I brought a cute homeless guy home

Everyone is over the age of 18

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The neighborhood that I work in isn't known for being the safest. At the same time though, during the 5 years I've worked here, I've never had any problems. Just gotta keep your eyes up when walking down certain streets, I suppose. 

The place that has 5 dollar subs is my go-to for lunch. All my other coworkers have wives or someone to take care of them, so it's usually just me at this place. Just beside it, in a abandoned store’s doorway is where Carter has his setup 

It’s hard to miss Carter. He seems way too young to be on the streets. In a parallel universe, there is probably a version of him getting late night tattoos with his buddies in Vegas. And yet here he is, with his tattered cardboard sign and a flipped over hat with scattered coins. 

“Hey Wilson,” Carter says as I pull open the door to the restaurant. “Meatball sub today?” 

That was what I wanted to order. I pause at the door and say, “How'd you know?” 

“It's Wednesday!” Carter's eyes twinkle. Those green eyes really stand out with his short black hair. “You have a dollar to spare today, big man?” 

I fish in my pocket for a coin and hand it to him. I don't think I've noticed the earring on his left ear before.

“Thanks man! You a real one.” Carter salutes me before I head in. He reminds me a lot of my younger brother - surprisingly good with people but never seemed to be able to use it for his own good. 

I was curious so I talked to Carter more after I grabbed my sub. I wasn't trying to pry; he just started spilling his story to me. 

“One thing just happened after another, ya know. First I'm drinking and then someone introduced me to the harder stuff. Next thing, my girlfriend was pregnant and everyone was badgering us to get rid of the baby.” 

He is definitely too young to be a father. Hell, I feel too young to be a dad. 

“One day, my rents just said they've had enough of my bullshit. I don't blame them! What's that saying? Dug my own bed.” Carter smiles despite his watery eyes.

I shared half my sub with him and then went back to work. His story stuck with me all day while I worked mindlessly on some projects. When it started to pour outside, I knew I had to go back. 

“Hey!” I avoid getting my work shoes in the puddles. 

“Hey Wilson. What's going on?” He looks so cold and the frail blanket he has around him is already wet. 

“It's going to be nasty out tonight,” I say, tilting my umbrella to block the wind. “I've got an extra bedroom if you want to crash for the night.” 

“Your wife won’t mind?” Carter's bright green eyes lit up with hope. Like I said, I'm not married. The spare bedroom was for my brother and now it sits empty. I motioned for him to come under my umbrella. He gathered all his little things off the pavement and we hurried to my car. 

He didn't smell like roses, but that was to be expected. Carter apologized for that from the get-go but I shook my head and focused on navigating through the heavy rain. Once we were in the house, he stopped at the doorway. 

“Hey, I really appreciate this and all, but I really don't want to ruin your floors.”

I looked down at his shoes and pants. On the streets, I never noticed how dirty his clothes were. Maybe some of my brother’s old clothes might fit him. 

“I'll find you something to change into,” I say. “Do you want to take a shower? I can run the laundry too.” 

I didn't expect for the young man to start sobbing in front of me. It was both shocking and humbling to see the normally super positive and strong guy break down in front of me. While I thought about what to say, Carter pulled himself together just as quickly as he broke down and nodded. 

“Just leave your clothes… here…” I grab the empty garbage can from the kitchen and hand it to him. Again unexpectedly, he started to undress in front of me. Feeling awkward, I went in the direction of my brother’s old room to find some clothes. That is, before I looked back to see him peeling off his wet shirt. He has a dragon tattoo that spans almost his entire back.

While he was in the shower, I took his clothes and threw them in the wash. I had forgotten, but I had already donated the rest of my brother’s clothes so all I could offer Carter was a bathrobe. He was in the shower for a good hour, which I understood. I imagine it has been a while since his last one. I nearly dozed off on the couch when his voice called out to me. 

“Hey big man.”

I blinked hard and saw him naked in front of me. There's a distinctive tan line between his neck and his chest. He covered his crotch with both hands, but I could still see the overgrown black bush peeking through. The water dripped from his short spiky black hair down to his shoulders. 

“I didn't know if I should use the towel in there,” Carter says innocently. I blink hard again and get up. 

“Uh yeah, sorry. Here, I have this for you.” I handed him the bathrobe. Uncovering his crotch, he reached out to take it from me. His soft uncut cock and balls swung forward as he slipped the robe on. “Your clothes are … hold on, I think they're ready for the dryer.”

“Dude, you are the … oh fuck,” The front of his robe comes undone accidentally and opens up. I glance down at his dick again, and see something new this time. His cock is drooling, letting a long line of clear liquid hang from the tip. “Shit!” Carter pulls up the string of juice with his hand and wipes it on the bathrobe. “Oh fuck!” He looks up at me in horror as he realizes what he's done. The red in his cheeks in contrast to his black hair and green eyes is quite a sight. 

“It's …” I choke on my words. It's okay? It's fine? It happens to everyone? 

“I just don't get a lot of privacy out there,” Carter stammers. “I just wanted to rub one out quickly while I could. Don't worry, I rinsed it all down. You ain't gonna be stepping on my baby batter or nothing!” 

Speechless was an understatement of how I felt. 

“Did I fuck it up?” Carter looks at me in worry, rubbing the little stain on the bathrobe with his thumb. “I can wash this.” 

I don’t think he even noticed that his cock is drooling again in front of me.