Interesting thread. I thought I would relate my one experience here as it was one of the happiest of my entire life.
Back in the early 1990s I was working in Bratislava in Slovakia, a very poor country then just emerging from the oppressive Communist regime. At the end of my week I was supposed to go to Vienna and the quickest way of getting there was by bus so at the start of the week, I went to the old bus station to buy my ticket and book my seat.
As I walked to find the International Window through the packed station concourse, a young man aged about 23-4 with jet black hair & eyes came up to me and asked me for a cigarette - using sign language. I had a half used pack in my pocket so I gave him one and realised he was begging on the station, so gave him the whole packet. He spoke some English because he was from Romania and sleeping rough in the station. He offered to help me buy the bus ticket and interpret at the ticket window [few people spoke English in transport offices back then]. I was touched by this offer and after I got the ticket, I invited him to have a beer and a sandwich with me in the cafe.
You would think I had invited him to the Ritz!
Well, we got chatting and feeling sorry for him, I decided to invite him back to my hotel to take a shower - he certainly needed it!
I won't deny I had an ulterior motive. I really wanted to see him naked as he was very attractive.
Well back he came and after a slight hestitation, stripped off his smelly clothes and got in the shower. He had a beautiful body with a large uncut cock and thick pubic bush, and a hairy belly with delicious looking treasure trail. His skin was tanned but not from the sun, I think he was maybe a gypsy. I gave him some fresh underwear, socks to wear.
He looked so tired I said he could take a nap on my bed if he wanted. He was so grateful and soon fell into a deep sleep, lying in my undies with a sizeable bulge in them that mesmerised me.
I just sat and watched him, and decided he could stay with me the week - after all, he was nice company and I could get some food into him and maybe even help him find a better place to stay after I left. I didn't think sex would happen but if it did,...that would be the bonus.
When he awoke, after about 2 hours, I told him my decision and asked if he'd like to stay with me. He was overjoyed and embraced me, thanking me for being so kind in his lovely Romanian accent. The fact that there was just 1 bed in my room did not seem to bother him.
I ordered a Pizza for us both and some beers (this was an in-room service the hotel offered) and we settled down to a nice evening, watching tv and just relaxing.
When bedtime came, we both got in to the small bed. I was hard right away from the touch of his body but turned away so he wouldnt see. After about 20 minutes, he turned to face my back and I could feel he was hard too. In silence I reached around and touched him gently He sighed deeply and I knew I could proceed.
We made beautiful love all that night, and the rest of that week he was with me each day, and each night. He was a very loving lad. I took care of him as much as could - I bought him clothes, got him a nice haircut, tried to get him some paid work, fed him - and by the time I had to leave, he looked so much better and was more confident.
He saw me to the bus...I can still see him waving, the tears rolling down his face. I was his best friend he told me, over & over. I gave him some money against his wish, and really promised to come back again to find him.
I gave him my address in the UK and he promised to write.
But I never heard from him again.
Not one day has passed since, that I have not thought of him and wondered what became of him...and regretted that I didn't find a way to take him with me.
That's all there is to my story...
