Gay Hobo Stories

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Public Bathroom Encounter

by Oversexeddoctor on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

It was a usual train ride from my home town to the Hoboken train terminal in New Jersey where I would then catch the path train in to NYC for school. It was 1976. I was 19 years old and a freshman at Columbia University. As always I would stop off at the men's bathroom in the Hoboken terminal to urinate before continuing on my journey, but more for the chanc...

Public Bathroom Encounter Ch. 03

by Oversexeddoctor on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

We had planned to meet Saturday at the same place which was two days from our last encounter. I knew Saturday mornings were much different at the Hoboken train terminal than weekdays. There were fewer commuters there in the morning, usually only local Jersey people visiting NYC for the day, but none as early as we were planning to meet. I had a good night's...

Triple J and I

by 09cutter on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

part 1 We see them everywhere. Bums, hobos, homeless, whatever you call them, they seem to be everywhere. Or the teens who want you to buy beer for them, worse still are the able bodied ones that are just too fucking lazy to get a job. I have no patience for moochers. I can't remember the last time I stop for gas, that I wasn't accosted for change. Tonight...

Picture Perfect Ch. 02

by tamgreen on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

After one night with Aleksi, it was bizarre trying to adjust to regular life. I felt as if I'd been on a long, luxurious vacation, and going back to the everyday grind was almost soul-crushingly disappointing. I was working with a team repairing and maintaining gas lines beneath an old apartment building. It was gloomy, filthy work, and my mind was far away....

Shooting Matt Ch. 14

by Turbidus on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I greatly appreciate all the kind words and comments about my story. I am sorry that I haven't had the time to devote to it lately. Please accept that as an explanation not an excuse. LarryInSeattle pointed out that even fans of the story may well have lost track of the characters. I have no problem believing that -- I've lost track of the characters. I liv...

Pathetic Ch. 00: Prologue Pt. 02: Coward

by kipp412 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Thanks to everyone for the feedback provided! I just had a couple items I wanted to cover before getting to the story. When I started this part of the story, all the responses asked for a continuation so I decided to complete it. I didn't see the last two comments until the majority of it was finished. I want to apologize to the those readers. I was never my...

Pathetic Ch. 00: Prologue Pt. 01

by kipp412 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

This is my first attempt at a story. I got impatient with getting it reviewed and edited so hopefully it's structured well. I hope you all enjoy! Some feedback would be greatly appreciated as I have a plan on where to take the story. I would like to get some input if I should rework it first though, continue it, or move to another story entirely. Thanks! **...

The Handyman Ch. 06: 1995

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Driving into the north end of town and turning onto the Upper Head road to rise to the top of the bluff where the three rambling old mansions stood, Eddie Geer wondered why it had taken him so long to visit Shernhaven. He'd always been told that the small, harbor village where his English ancestors had settled in America three hundred and fifty-five years ag...

Tropes Ch. 01

by UghOkay on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

29 year old Brad Chang sat in his friend Drake Peterson's apartment being regaled with the latest story of Drake's wild sex life. Brad tried to follow the story as he wondered when it would be time for him to have his own sex life. He seemed to spend a lot of time listening to Drake's problems and not getting any dick of his own. He was 5'11" with short dark...

Evening with El Diablo Ch. 03

by midnightblacklight on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

There was not enough praying I could do, not enough time spent reading the Holy Word that wouldn't get those two out of my head. It wasn't a relationship thing, like they both said. I didn't love them, not like that. At least I thought I didn't. As brothers, sure. In the trenches, on Sundays, Mondays, a few Thursdays, we stood there and demanded nothing b...