Hobo Honey

By Peter Schutes

Rejected by society for his abnormal size, Idaho seeks the company of other drifters riding the rails. When he first meets an unusually accommodating young drifter named Fred, he believes his lonely days are over. But Fred isn’t all that he appears on the surface. When Idaho’s elephantine buddy named Dumbo pops onto the scene, the relationship between the three men grows more complex. Idaho prayed his whole life for a companion that could satisfy his oversized needs. He believes young Fred is the answer to his prayers. But the young man has a more comprehensive solution to Idaho’s problems.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter Schutes
• Release date: Nov 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005059637

Peter Schutes

Peter Schutes Publishing promotes "unheard voices" from all walks of life. In addition to the hypermasculine pulp-style erotica of Peter and his associates, the press seeks out authors with stories that need to be told. Erotic fiction pushes boundaries, as does transgressive fiction about LGBTQ+ issues and neurodivergence, the hallmarks of Peter Schutes Publishing.Peter Schutes is the nom de plume of a prolific and acclaimed novelist. As Peter Schutes, he is the author of Slaves of Rome, Dark as a Dungeon, The Gospel of Priapus, and Panama Heat. He writes in the style of vintage pulp authors from the 1960s and 1970s. He lives in Los Angeles.

Book preview

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IDAHO

Riding the rails was no life for a beauty like Fred Talmadge. His face was too pretty to be covered in all that soot. Riding from Dallas to St. Louis, he shared a boxcar with a thick hunk of meat named Idaho Jones. Idaho felt protective of the pretty boy with nowhere else to go. Hobos don’t get a lot of sex, and when they do, it isn’t always mutually consensual. It’s almost always with other hobos. No women hang out in the hobo jungles or ride the rails except for a few bull dykes. Idaho preferred women, but only if they preferred him. He hadn’t been with a woman in a long time. Freddy was starting to look mighty appealing. But Idaho was a hobo with principles. He would never take advantage of a young soul. But if Fred wanted it, Idaho would happily give it to him.

Idaho was the humble owner of a gigantic cock. Hanging nearly to his knees, the monster, as he called it, was enough to scare away even the most cock-hungry slut out there. He had met a few loose women who could take him halfway. They never walked right afterward.

Fred interrupted Idaho’s thoughts. You got a cigarette, sir?

Call me Idaho, son. Yeah, Lucky Strikes means fine tobacco. He held out the pack, and Fred gently removed one cigarette.

You got a light?

Idaho chuckled and flicked his Zippo, holding the flame out for Fred to suck. That boy sure had beautiful lips. Idaho would like to kiss him, but he stuck to the code of the road. Fred wasn’t making it easy for him, though. The boy held Idaho’s hand to steady the flame; the touch of another human being was rare.

Thanks, Idaho. Damn, your hands are huge! Fred caressed Idaho’s mitts. They were rough against the smooth touch of the young man.

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