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He had dirty blond hair, a deep tan, a lean, muscular body, and a few tattoos. During the summer, I'd often see a very handsome man, standing near the corner, holding up a cardboard sign, "Will work for food". When I was still commuting back and forth to the office, I'd sometimes take a certain route along a busy thoroughfare. It always upsets me when I hear people say, "Get a job": how does one get a job when you don't have an address, a phone, and you've lost your Social Security card and identification? It's very difficult for many of us to imagine what it's like to fall through the cracks, so to speak. My ex did some of his interning (in social work) working with homeless men, and he shared lots of very sad stories with me. I got myself together, handed him a 20 dollar bill and said “nice to meet you.” I went straight home and washed my mouth out with Listerine for 5 minutes straight! by Anonymous I jacked myself off and shot all over my board shorts. I tasted precum but he never shot his load. I did and he forcibly grabbed my head and pulled it down to his sweaty unwashed crotch and told me to “suck it.” He was only about 6 or 7 inches but the thickest cock I’d ever had my lips wrapped around. He started rubbing his crotch area and told me to park on the beach.
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I said I couldn’t because I had a rental house full of guests, but I had a joint in the ashtray and told him to spark it! He did and he picked up on the fact I was a homo and said he needed some cash. He was the closest I had ever been to anyone “homeless” or a hobo but he was built and asked if he could hang out with me. I went on a beer run and saw a hot homeless surfer-looking guy hitchhiking and I had a day-drinking beer buzz so I picked him up. So me and a group of friends went to South Padre Island in our early 30s.
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The cops tried to run them up to Hillcrest, the gay quarter in San Diego and all they accomplished was to piss off the gay guys. Had a hepatitis crisis in San Diego a few months ago because it was getting to the point where they would shit anywhere. Alot of drifters, homeless types come to southern California because it is more or less warm all year round. Hollywood Boulevard in Los Angeles used to be crowded with homeless young hustlers. I think I gave him 20 or 25 bucks, a dollar for each spank, nice, cute ass though in snug jeans. I recall one of them said, after getting about 25 good swats with my hand, "wow, I gotta go somewhere now and stick my ass in some ice".
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The do-gooders got busy and ran them all away. I paid numerous of them various small sums of money to spank them either in the bushes or in the car. There used to be areas of Balboa Park in San Diego where you could pick up guys who were obviously hustling, even in broad daylight. The hottie and I looked at each other and said, that was fucking hot! We both went back to taking care of each other, taking each other's, now, quick load. The hottie got to take the beach buns quick load.
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The hottie and I took a couple of turns sucking his luscious dick. It was a 64 Impala, which had the split seats. I rolled down the window, and the beach bum says, can I have some of that? The hottie and I looked at each other, and said sure! He crawled into the backseat, and pulled his corduroy pants and displayed his beautiful hard dick, and sexy furry bush. We evidently weren't paying attention, as while my mouth is around my hotties dick, there was a tap at the window! Omg, a cop? Nope, this apparent beach bum, tan, a little dirty, long stingy hair only dressed in corduroy pants, no shirt, no shoes. Hooked up with this hottie and we go to business in my car. Back in the late seventies, I was cruising in my favorite lake front Park.