I recently published a Peter Schutes novel set in the hobo jungles of the Great Depression. Hobo Honey is the story of Idaho, an enormously hung vagabond riding the rails with Fred, an angelic youth with multiple talents. You can buy a copy HERE
As a gift to LPSG members, I’m giving you a particularly salacious excerpt of this steamy novel.
…Idaho looked the kid up and down. He had apple cheeks and bright blue peepers. On top of his head was a curly mop of black hair. He had a thin mustache and a scraggly beard so faint you could only see it in the sunlight.
The older hobo felt a stirring in his loins. His gigantic cock swelled involuntarily. He cleared his throat and withdrew his hands. He saw Fred’s face fall.
“You don’t like me touching you, do you?”
Idaho shook his head. “It’s not that. It’s complicated.”
Fred batted his pretty eyelashes. “Let’s uncomplicate things.” He reached over and felt for Idaho’s cock. He found it and grinned.
“Holy shit, that’s thick!”
Idaho nodded, awaiting the inevitable withdrawal of the offer.
“Can I see it?”
This was torture. The kid would probably agree to a hand job, but Idaho liked fucking. This was the reason he rode the rails in the first place. He was so sick of being rejected for being too big. Away from society, it rarely happened. But here it was, and it was happening.
Fred said, “Oh come on man, I really wanna see it!”
Idaho shrugged. The faster he got this over with, the better. He stood, holding on to the side of the boxcar, and unfastened his overalls, letting them drop. His manhood was half hard, swinging back and forth with the rocking of the train. “There. What do you think?”
Fred’s eyes hung open like a jaw on a cartoon cat. “Fucking huge. You’re the biggest I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot!”
Idaho wanted this hand to fold. “So can I fuck you?”
Fred pulled out a tub of Vaseline. “I hope there’s enough in here!”
The old hobo wasn’t expecting things to progress. He didn’t want to hurt this frail beauty of a young man. The kid was so eager, it confused him. “If you’ve never seen one so big, what makes you think you can take it?”
Fred put a glob of Vaseline at the base of Idaho’s cock, and stroked. Soon the thick meat was glistening. For good measure, the boy spit in his hands to make the cock even more slippery. He spit in his hand and rubbed it on his pink hole. “I had a lot of other stuff in there. Fists and arms. I learned to love it in school. I can take it.”
Idaho grew faint as the blood rushed to his cock, which, despite gravity, stuck straight out. It was over a foot long. One in a billion. He grinned at the kid, who smiled back before getting on his knees, his head buried in his arms, giving Idaho a straight shot.
The massive man took one knee and bumped his cock head against the boy’s pink box. Fred held the tip and shoved it inside. Idaho was astonished at how easily the head went in. He leaned forward, forcing more of his gigantic meat inside the kid’s shitter. The boy let out a cry of pain.
Idaho tried to pull back, but the boy held his cock firmly and forced more and more inside his hole.
“Go all the way, man, I can take it.”
Idaho shrugged. Fuck it. The kid would scream and it would all be over. He walked forward on his knees, pushing inch after inch into the bottomless hole.
Fred shrieked like a schoolgirl. “Yes! Yes! Keep going! Deeper!”
Idaho was halfway in, much further than he usually got. He was glad he’d showered at the public pool that morning. There he got a lot of stares but no takers. Now he was halfway to paradise.
“Is it all the way in?”
“Nope. I got another six or seven inches to go.”
“Oh fuck, Idaho, you’re so fucking huge. You’re making me wet.”
Idaho glanced down at the boy’s tiny shriveled penis. Sure enough, it was dripping with semen, forced out by the pressure of his thick cock against the prostate. This made him even harder. He had reached the end of the kid’s poop chute. He felt pressure build as he pressed against the back wall.
Then the kid did something amazing. He twisted to one side, and suddenly his cock popped through an opening. It made an audible ‘pop!’ as it broke through. At first, Idaho thought he might have torn the poor boy open.
“What happened? Are you okay?”
Fred laughed. He lifted his head and turned back to stare at Idaho. “You popped through the second hole. Go for it! I’m all yours.”
Idaho nearly cried for joy as he slid another four inches of flesh into the boy. When he realized there was no resistance, he went the whole way. Just as his hips touched the boy’s ass cheeks, his cock bumped into another wall.
“Yes! That’s it! You got to the second wall! Keep pushing!”
Idaho only had an inch or two left. The boy spread his cheeks far apart, allowing the older man to bury himself to the hilt. His rough pubic hairs tickled the boy’s butt. He withdrew a couple of inches and slammed in hard.
“Harder! Don’t hold back! I need it, man!”
Idaho lifted the boy by his stomach to allow him to fuck in and out hard and fast. To his surprise, he could feel his own cock as it slithered up the boy’s hole.
“Watch this.” Fred grabbed Idaho’s shoulder and rotated until he was facing his lover. Now Idaho could see the outline of his cock as it forced its way to places most men never knew existed. The kid had talent.
