Hobo blues Pt. 01

Hobo blues (part 1)

I walked to the railroads, heading to a known location for hoboes like me. A tight bend in the tracks just before a steep slope downward. A hobo sign scratched in the fence telling me it's a safe spot to hop the train. I jumped onto a flatbed wagon trailed by a closed box wagon. Once I was on the flatbed, someone opened a door of the trailing wagon and waved me in. When my eyes adjusted to the lack of light I noticed fellow wanderers and some bumps on the floor. One of that bumps was snoring heavily. I sat down, I heard rain started falling heavily on the wooden top of the car; drowning out the sound of the snoring. After a few minutes I dozed off.

After some time I woke up from all too familiar sounds from two people having fun with each other. Sighs, moans, screams; nobody cared, nobody bothered. Hobo stuff which I was used to after ten years of roaming the tracks. Hell, I had sold my dick or butt once in a while when the price was right or the need for cash was high enough. Like I said, nobody cared, no one judged.

I remembered my life over ten years ago when my wife was ill, hospitalized with pancreatic cancer and a certain outcome that she wouldn't live to tell the tale. I had a solid job but not enough income to cover the avalanche of hospital bills. No kids, no next of kin. The day my wife lost her fight I bailed out, jumped out of the system and went into the grey world of the hoboes and wanderers. My house fell to the bank and who knows what happened to all the bills, do I care.

But I miss my wife still every day.

Since that day I have seen the north, the south, the west, the east and everything in between. I've seen harassment, friendship, deaths, births, comradery, animosity and again everything that's in between. I adjusted, lost weight, gained a smell of unwashed clothes hung onto an unwashed body, but I was fairly happy. Luckily I never fell into the trap of drugs and liquor abuse. I may be filthy but my head is clear.

In meanwhile the two were ready with their activities, the pile split in two and a head with red curls peeked out of the bump. In the dim light were her bright green eyes like signals for a train to move on.

"Oh I got to pee," she said.

A guy opened the side door and without hesitation she grabbed the door frame with one hand, dropped her jeans with the other, crouched and peed, mostly outside the wagon. Once she finished her business the guy shoved the door shut. The evidence was clear that she was a genuine redhead. I didn't know her, but what struck me were those green eyes and the bright positive aura she flashed. Though it was obvious she was in the same wander business as any of us. Green eyes in a smutched face, no rocket science.

She dropped her gaze on me. "Awake again?" she asked.

I nodded, she sat down beside me.

"I am Alicia, " she said.

"Potter," I responded.

"First or last name."

"First."

She extended her hand, I took it. Slender, warm. Didn't know her at all, but there she was. Bright hair, bright eyes; familiar like I known her for years. I grabbed an old worn out blanket from my duffel bag and wrapped us in. She put her head on my shoulder, sighed and fell asleep. After an hour or so I felt her shoulder twitching and shaking.

"You alright?" I asked softly.

"Yes, almost," I touched her leg and then felt her hand between her leg. My neglected little friend rose from his beanbag. Once I put my hand over hers she came, quiet but tense. I felt her juices sipping through her fingers wetting mine. After a while I felt her hand reaching for my dick. She found it, put her hand around the shaft and then realized the size of it, that is, the circumference. Her eyes widened, she searched for the top and then started stroking it. Like I said earlier, my friend was neglected for quite some time so after a few seconds my buddy spilled his guts. She chuckled in a pleasant way, licked her hands clean and looked at me.

"Thank you," I said.

"Welcome" she replied.

Hours later, the nightly darkness faded and the sun started shining through the cracks in the wood and a salty sea smell became eminent, the train slowed down.

"Do you want to travel with me?"

Alicia nodded like it was a foolish question, her dandelion shaped red bushy hair waved along. I folded and tucked my blanket into my duffel and we abandoned the train. Once we stood aside I actually realised how tall she was. Me standing at 6'5" could almost look into her eyes without bending over, 6'3" I would say. Slim, freckles and a radiant, optimistic posture, under layers of dirt.

Standing still beside the tracks under the trees; I spotted a sunny, open gap a few minutes walking away. Without words we walked toward it. Blinking our eyes in the heavy sunlight, we noticed the sea within walking distance, at least it seemed that way. We were still pretty high above sea level.

"Can we go there," Alicia asked, "I've never been near a sea".

I nodded quietly. I took us a while to find a road which led us downwards, but two hours later we reached the beach. Alicia grabbed my hand, her green eyes wide in awe, tears pulling clean tracks over her smudged cheeks. I couldn't help to pull her close and kiss her.

One could say I lost my heart over there, standing with my toes in the cold water with a warm blooded woman clenched to me.

Then I felt my wife's approval over her and suddenly I felt lighter yet more grounded the same time.

"Wanna swim?" I asked.

"Will it be cold?"

"It's may, how cold can it be?" knowing damn well it was.

I found a small boulder, took my clothes off and put them on the rock. Alicia almost ripped her clothes off as well, stacked them next to mine and ran into the water. Then her feet sent the message about the icy coldness.

She froze at once and asked, "Are you mad?"

My gaze scanned her body as she stood there, nice tits, a firm butt and gorgeous legs. I felt her eyes run over my body as well, her eyes stuck at my dick for a while, before lowering to my legs.

"It's big," she mumbled.

I grabbed her hand, "it's too cold to run into the water, just take it easy".

She nodded. When the water reached her crotch she shivered. Slowly I let my body sink into the water, as did she. After a few minutes we walked out of it; standing on the beach again I grabbed two hands of sand and said: "come here and turn over". I started scrubbing her back with the wet sand. "Want me to do your butt and legs as well?"

"Yes."

So I did.

After we scrubbed both our bodies we walked into the sea again to wash away the sand.

Once we were out again she pointed at my dick, "now it's not so imposing."

"I know, but what can I do" I said laughing.

She looked around and pulled my hand until we reached a spot between some really big boulders. Then she sank on her knees and took my companion in her mouth. When it got hard, too big to stretch her mouth around it she jumped into my arms and impaled herself on it. Hard to believe but in two thrusts she almost absorbed the whole of it.

"Just hold it there," she whispered.

Slowly I walked backwards until I felt a small, somewhat flat boulder against my thighs. I sat down, her arms around my neck, her legs wrapped around me. We both didn't move. She asked, "where were you all those years."

"I know, strange isn't it?" I responded.

She grabbed my hairs and kissed me.

After quite some time she started shivering, I pulled her off, grabbed the blanket again and wrapped both of us in it. Like it belonged there she shoved herself over my dick again. We sat there for hours.