Hobo Lover

Hobo? Did this happen in 1933?

How does your friend handle the hobo's stench, though? Gross.

Is your friend hobosexual?

How do homos figure into the hobo code?

A hobo is someone who travels from place to place. Since this guy is staying in one area then he is not a hobo. Your friend is not a hobo lover but a tramp lover or a homeless person lover but not a hobo lover. Explain this to him. It may make a difference in their relationship and he can move on, so to speak.

It depends on the brand of juice box your friend gives him.

I hear that whistle blowin' down the track...

In MY day the hobos were younger and better looking. I think gay men have been picking up these kinds of tricks since time began. The internet ruined the hot street trade,now they just put an ad online to find a place. Only the most wretched and mentally ill are available now to be picked up from the parks,etc.

Hobo? Really?

Hobo camp!

Clayton is a hobo.

A juice box? And they say romance is dead!

The juice box better be Hawaiian Punch or else the Hobo is getting taken advantage of!

Next OP will be admonished not to be a homophobe, a line from a few months ago here.

This gets my vote for most entertaining post of the week.

It even beats the My Neighbor Caught Me Peeing At Him thread

Finally. Thank you OP and God bless for bringing something less depressing and laugh out loud funny to distract from all the depressing threads, like ObamaCare taxes, a one child policy, Abercrombie employee drama and who you got AIDS from.

I also love the Socialite thread.

My sides ache, but it feels so good.

Juice box?

lol, R1!

He's not afraid the hobo is going to kill him?

Hobo Lover is long forgotten, but it was Lilimae Clements' greatest hit.

R16 - what do you think is so funny about this?

I have a friend who's a folksinger.

Daaat's da suck job!

Don't put an apple pie on your window ledge, that is pure hobo crack. Also NEVER capitalize hobo, they hate that shit.

[r21]

Allow me to clarify.

Funny: the word "hobo" and the visual it evokes, the captivating imagery of other respondents

Not funny: being a hobo, using a hobo for sexual pleasure, using poor judgment that could result in being killed, robbed or murdered, juice boxes with HFCS, buzz kills like you (a valid question nonetheless).

Clayton is a hobo?

stay outof it sicko

Do you know why he's homeless?

Does he have a mental illness or a drug problem or just down on his luck?

Does he have an education any sort of trade?

Maybe you can help him find a job?

This thread is useless without pictures.

[quote]Finally. Thank you OP and God bless for bringing something less depressing and laugh out loud funny to distract from all the depressing threads, like ObamaCare taxes, a one child policy, Abercrombie employee drama and who you got AIDS from.

I agree! laugh out loud funny.

I've always wondered what's in that polka dot handkerchief tied in the end of the stick. Are they always red?

For that matter why tie a handkerchief on the end of a stick?

Enquiring minds what to know! Is it lube in there? Do hobosexuals have lube?

That's where he keeps his juice box, Rose

It's called a bindle, bitches!

Another fagabond love story.

I want sex with hobos. I always do. I find it so erotic. But I never indulge. It would be great to have one just to use though.

Does he eat hobo stew?

Best laugh in weeks from R5, R25, R35.

Does he carry a kerchief tied to the end of a pole? Then he's not a hobo.

I ran away from home as a teenager and I often slept with guys for showers/places to stay. While I was happier for the shelter, I ended up in more than a few questionable situations with older men that I wouldn't have been attracted to if not for the place to lay my head.

I'm picturing an elderly hobo with a matted beard...and scandalous cutoffs!

I certainly hope his little dog, Rags, is allowed to spend the night as well.

A hobo hops trains looking for work in the next city.

But a homo hobo maybe hops from man to man

Is the hobo sex where the man go up into the hobo?

Or is it Boho?

THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!!!

Does your friend have sex with him BEFORE or after he showers? I'm hoping before. It's so hard to find real, truly musky men nowadays.

Definitely say something, OP! He needs to know he's not alone.

I imagine him wearing dirty, big clown shoes with the soles hanging off.

OP if your friend really cared he'd give the hobo a can of soda. They need to have a serious discussion.

For a minute I thought I was going to have to draw you a picture, and I'm not even sure I'd know how!

Many sisters are into funky!

Is this an unreleased song from The Captain & Tennille ??

"Hobo Suzy, Hobo Sam, do the jitterbug in Hobo Land ...."

Fandango?

Sounds like Liza found her next husband!

I love you, R34. I voted you W&W.

Good as long as they don't refer to their fucking as hobo Bills's last ride.

R25 - count me as a proud and loud buzz kill - if it that means calling people for finding humor in other people's misfortune.

Maybe we could start a thread about physically disabled people?

R56, for you:

Actually, all the kerchiefs are not red. There's a bindle code for hobos.

Is that like a hanky code r58?

I wonder if the keepers of the bindle code are as bitchy as the keepers of DLs many and varied standards?

I use silver lamé, with the knot facing left, for my bindle

Does that make you a top or a bottom, or a submissive piss pig?

Jaunty, R61! I say that must just make the dirt and grime look instead like bronze patina, over your style!

There's also this hobo image. (William Holden).

Does the hobo wear Daisy-Dukes and have dirty feet and wear newspapers for shoes? Yumbo!

They should spend their next date in a Port-a-Potty.

Tell your friend to put a sachet of lavender in the hobo's bindle. It's so floral and fresh smelling.

Hobos can be so romantic. I hope they pick up their bindles and walk into the sunset together.

You can find one here, OP.

lmao @ Hobo Lover. Ever consider writing fan fiction OP?

I had a hobo-lover once and he was very sweet. But I had to dump him due to the constant sheet washing.

Buy him a copy of this, OP. It sometimes helps to read about people like yourself, and might be a subtler way to get across your concern.

You know what would be hot? Doing in in a boxcar racing through the night.

Have you counted the silverware yet OP?

Decades back (maybe late 70s') in a bar and was 20ish, I spoke to a young dude who couldn't be more than 21 himself that was living in an empty/abandoned freight car at the railroad yard. He was blonde and twinky. However, he stunk and his clothes stunk. From the bar chatter, he was there hustling for money. He gave this story (which may be true) that he was attacked in the boxcar by fire ants (this was in the south) and bitten extensively. I remember buying the kid a beer out of some measure of generosity, but no way was I going to engage him further. He looked cute, despite the scruffy appearance. If he was all cleaned-up and not seeking pity from all he encountered, he would have been appealing to much of the clientele then. It would take someone with considerable time and money to invest in this guy to get him presentable and directed in a more positive way. It probably would have not been worth it either. Yet, oddly, I remember the encounter to this day. Some impression was made.

Fire ants are pretty sexy

A turkey meatball in your lunchbox and the world is yours.

I don't know much about relationships OP but make sure your friends hobo does not get sassy and start asking for ice cream.

It's all fun and games until they start complaining about the food at Starbucks.

Take him to an all you can eat buffet and watch the sparks fly!

I was just masturbating about 2 different hobos from starbucks. They want to give their ass no problem. It's kind of erotic how hobos will fuck men for food or whatever and they're not even gay.

Hobos are notorious snobs. My ex hobo lover insisted on eating a Spago whenever I took him out.

is that hobo's name Frank Gallagher

Uncut Hobos have WEEKS of cheese waiting for you!

Where does he charge his phone, OP? If you hadn't thrown in the bit about the cellphone the whole thing would have been funnier and more believable.

A lot of risks with those types. Finding one that is clean, honest, and not running from something that is criminal, may be rare. Dirty attire, bad teeth and hygiene, no recent health check-ups, poor diet, and probably an alcoholic and/or drug addict, doesn't make for a charmming foundation of a relationship. But hey, there are those that could be attracted to the mysterious, free-spirited, needy, and the roughness projected.

R85 I actually know a guy who was dating a legit homeless chick. She also had a phone, but it would be dead for days because of a lack of charger. They charge it when they can, in restaurants or coffee places.

She could have probably tried harder to get a job, but most people who are homeless are mentally ill and cant function correctly in society.

OP is the hobo's name Brandon?

I'm not saying homeless people don't have phones, R87. I'm saying that OP's detail that his friend gave a hobo a phone just to be on 24/7 call for hobosex is an obvious fib. Like you said, typically it would be "dead for days" in between random charges.

Kudos to you, though for your diverse group of friends and deep insight into the plight of the homeless and mentally ill. You sound like a very special person - a rare gem in today's shallow landscape.

[quote] I'm saying that OP's detail that his friend gave a hobo a phone just to be on 24/7 call for hobosex is an obvious fib.

I suppose that would depend on how hot the Hobosex was.

I met a cute homeless guy at a Independance Day "Rainbow Festival" years ago. I didn't make a pass at him, I had other things on my mind, but my friend later told me his teeth were black. I hadn't noticed, but it makes sense that he lacked for basic hygiene, being homeless.

The juice box is the best part of this story for me. Only way it could be better is if it were CapriSun.

Where is the "What about being a hobo is funny?" troll?

Helloooooooo. Don't you have some shaming to do?

The hobo that caught me checking out his ass came back in to the coffee shop with his hair long hair brushed. He was trying to offer his ass. He even strummed the guitar I'm between hacking tuberculotic chokes.

He gazed over at me, the face was so lined and sun damaged, the hair naturally highlighted. I still want him to ride my cock though.

The old hobo who wanted to give me his ass... He came in to Starbucks and pitched a fit over something bizarre. I know it was because he thought I was messing with him, trying to give him blue balls. I wasn't on purpose, I wanted him bad, but my shame wouldn't allow me to engage him for hot sex.

Is the hobo one of those young dirty faced matted hair guys with a dog that one sees in the gay village of Montreal They are sexy.

They all have that wide-radius, chocolate halo between their cheeks.

Fucking gross. No thank you, ma'am.

Finding a hobo that is washed, let alone clean-shaven, wearing fresh clean clothes, with brushed teeth, groomed/shampooed hair, and not carrying any infections may be indeed rare. If the hobo is physically handsome, that may be added alarm as to the lifestyle circumstances. Many of these guys have been criminals and/or suffering from mental illness. The story is seldom about a good, honest guy down on his luck, or some old hippie riding the trains as a cheap way to go sightseeing touring America.

Hobophobe

was it Sunny DeLite?

I just found out that my friends hobo lover has gone missing and what's worse is how callous he's being about it. I was discussing the situation with him and his exact words were "whatever they're a dime a dozen. I'll just go down to the street and find another one." It's like he never even cared for this guy. What if he was murdered? Should I report him missing? I keep checking back at his usual haunts and none of his friends know where he's gone.

That's awful. Were they in different programs? That's always asking for trouble.

A former roommate went out barhopping one night, no luck, but horned and drunk as hell. He walked back through the park, encountered a guy sleeping on a bench, cruised him. The guy was licking his jeans, around the crotch of course. Cops came through, roommate got scared, went home. He had streaks of blood all over his jeans in the crotch area. Apparently, the homeless guy's gums were bleeding heavily. He actually tried to find him the next day to see if he could help him, but he was gone by then. He did say the guy was hot in the dim light once you looked past all the mass of facial hair. For all that ringing endorsement was worth.

I can't stop laughing.

It's pretty hilarious when people because of their mental or social disabilities are left to live outside in the wild like animals.

Best thing is if he dies in the gimp mask and leathers you just roll him back under a bridge

I finally found my friend's hobo. It turns out he's been in the hospital with TB. He's really pissed and is convinced my friend gave it to him but I'm not so sure. He's taking the greyhound to Florida to start out fresh. The only problem is I was consoling my friend a few weeks ago and one thing led to another and he fucked me. Should I get tested for TB no?

Taking the greyhound to Florida? Sounds like he was a hustler like Joe Buck in Midnight Cowboy.

Is tuberculosis sexually transmitted?

I keep hearing the Phil Collins song Easy Lover as Hobo Lover

Of course both you and your friend should be tested for TB.

In the 80s there were a lot homeless people everywhere in Manhattan. I mean some of you have no idea. They were sleeping everywhere. Me and my young insensitive gay friends would occasionally point out the hot ones with super ripped bodies.

There used to be a notorious homeless guy who would hang out near the railroad tracks in SE Portland between Sellwood and Eastmoreland who had an incredible body with a six-pack--he would push a shopping cart filled with his stuff with his shirt off all day long. He was nicknamed "Adonis," and many of the sleazier gay men in Portland would fuck him in exchange for a shower and food.

"What's that smell?" "That's my hobo LOVAH!"

Do hobos commonly have tv?

Please clarify your question, r116. Are you asking if hobos have one communal tv in their hobo camp, or is it common for a hobo to have a tv?

Oh my god, uh ewww.

Sexy

Ticks. I imagine they have ticks.

Would you consider a Vagabond Lover?

I thought he meant TB and not TV.

Any hobosex news?

Just a bro having sex with a homeless bro

I was staying at a motel in Dodge City, KS, and met a young guy at a fast food restaurant. Very presentable lad, very clean and quite sexy looking. He'd taken a year off from college and was bumming around the country. The year off had stretched to three. He was surviving by begging, doing odd jobs, and doing occasional "favors" for guys, the latter remark said with a knowing wink at me.

Since our conversation had gotten so intimate in so short a time, I decided to go for it. I asked him if any of the gentlemen for whom he had done "favors" had ever fucked him. He said no, that had never come up, but he wouldn't rule it out. I invited him to my motel room so we could talk some more.

It was eventually agreed that he'd let me fuck him if I gave him $50 and let him spend the night in my room. After a few drinks, we got down to business. I gave him a Fleet enema to get him ready, which he wasn't crazy about. He really, REALLY didn't like having a dick up his butt, but he gritted his teeth and took it like a man. His abject discomfort was one of the reasons I came as quickly as I did (I'm sure much to his delight).

We slept together in the queen-size bed, but there was no further sexual contact. I offered to get him off in any way he'd like, but he said he was exclusively into women. He told me what it was like to be fucked and said that now that he knew what it was like, he never felt like doing it again, no offense.

In the morning, I bought him breakfast at a diner, and since we were both headed in the same direction, I drove him about 200 miles to some little town where he had relatives.

My hobosex experience remains one of the highlights of my sexual career. There was just something very sweet about it.

Hobo fun!

OMG can't unsee r126. R125 sounds like...well OPs friend tbh.

I was turned on by this thread when it first appeared. Even though I was raised in a good, church-going family there was something about the romance of the rails and the sexy bindlestiffs that got my blood boiling.

I started hanging out outside of town around the hobo jungle and downtown by the Salvation Army. I learned the hobo signs and started leaving marks on my gatepost to show I was "cool" - two shovels, a top hat and triangle and a cock pretty much let them know what I had in mind. Guys started turning up. I avoided the rum dums and yeggs and got a good reputation as a blowed-in-the-glass kinda guy. They figured out fast I had a yen for the jungle buzzards - nothing too maeve because I didn't need the heat that comes with punks - and the vets would bring their road kids over to learn the ropes. Legal only. Anyone messin' with Angelinas always get exposed. I was good for a flop, a shower and a nickel note. I'd even road stake the cute ones who still had their teeth.

But it wasn't enough. Before long I started hanging out at the docks looking for beachcombers. And I finally started doing short-distance hops - cow crates and the occasional accommodation car - to get a real taste of the life. Sometimes I'd get stuck on a hot shot and end up doggin' it home on a bus. Once I broke an ankle trying to hit a car on the fly. It was thrilling. And the men were so hot. Always horny, always ready, always eager.

That's when I met Turkey Tom. He was a lot younger than I was but had been in the life since he was a kid. He showed me the ropes, taught me to flip without breaking anything, and how to boil up my glad rags to keep the graybacks from crawlin'. We'd cover with the moon, nab a gump here and there and lived like kings of the road. Sweet.

Eventually we got work in a carnival and starting truckin' it, but after a couple seasons going through the South we both wanted to get back on the cars. But then he got word through general delivery in Amarillo - his main drop - that his ma was fixin' to catch the Westbound, and he had to go home. I headed back to my house. I had a tenant who had been paying the bills and just moved back in and restarted my old life. I got a reputation for being a barnacle and not true to the rails, and someone lobbed a banjo through my window. I knew they were pissed to give up a skillet like that. So I bought me a couple of bone polishers to bark and bite, and made sure the red lines were all over the fence to let them know they were no longer welcome.

Sure, I'll let a punk flop a few nights if he's clean and decent. I still love road meat. But I'm getting a little too old for it all. And ever since that one tried to roll me and I had to plant him in the garden, I've been less open to a pretty face and a six pack, unless he comes recommended by a trusted mark. Still, I keep to the code and couldn't turn someone in need away, whether he's my type or not.

Thanks, DL, for opening my world up. But I do hope my Turkey Tom turns up one of these days. I'd possum belly with him all the way to Frisco if he asked me.

R128 -- Brilliant piece! Thank you.

Bump.

I hope they don't read about you on the front page of your local paper one day OP.

Your friend just needs therapy. How she made it through life until now is a miracle. A good counselor will get to her deep trauma and cure her of her attraction to the homeless.

Oh R128 you're a gay incarnation of DL legendary lesbian Bonnie Mace.

Bumbump.

I fucked a bum last night!

Nasty hobos will fuck anyone who gives them some pocket change or a "smoke"

I laughed

Is it Boxcar Willie?

my hobo got me drunk and stole my dentures and a five dollar bill from my wallet. he didn't even call afterward

Oh my word! You don't say. And I hear from a certain so and so who cannot be mentioned that the hobo does not even wear a rubber...

r139 your hobo lover let me spooge in his ass.

Hobo bump

Sounds kind of hot to me, not the old man in his shit and piss hobo, but the young hipster type guys who are hot as fuck when you clean them up a little.

I wish my tricks cared enough to give me a juice box.

Do you know about the hobosex?

This is the most erotic thread I've ever read.

My friend Apricot tans'd back in the day. The bitch said she was homeless but that was to get tricks from menz with good money.

You don't say r147

Here's a pic of me and my hobo lover

Why does an adult have juice boxes? That's so strange.

Bump

I think you're all hobophobic.

R150 In case a hobo drops by.

I agree: the juice box is the touch of true brilliance.

9/10