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.
