Richard had been on the streets for about eight months now. He spent the last couple of years bouncing from crappy job to crappy job and now he can’t even get one of those. To top it all off it was raining out. Not a huge torrential rain but a cold, late October drizzle mixed with snow that soaked him to the bone. He found an old abandoned house that, hopefully, would be dry inside to spend the night in. With any luck, nobody else had decided to squat there. When he finally broke in, he found that he was alone and, even better, there was a fire place. He stripped off his drenched clothes, right down to the skin, and started a roaring fire to warm his chilled bones. As he warmed himself, he began to get an eerie felling, like he was being watched. After warming himself, he walked around the house, just to make sure that he was, in fact, there alone. When finally satisfied that no one else was there, he headed back to the fire to get some sleep. He awoke a few hours later with the feeling that his cock was in a freezer. Upon opening his eyes, he realized why. Richard had never been so scared, or turned on in his life.
