Loss
He took another corner, narrowly missing a hobo pushing a unusual looking cart. the hobo must have realized what was going on. "it's a dead end!" he yelled. but it was too late. by the time lacyus had stopped, the gang had caught up.
Alley Cat Cucking
Sure, he had planned to cheat on his boyfriend but it occurred to him that three gross hobos were doing a better job than his partner ever would. they were still pounding into him and more moans slipped free. "it's nobody important."
A Night in the City, Lost [Request]
Probably just another hobo, the skunk figured, and went on. a hobo, or a sleeping - or dead - feral cat or something, maybe just a rat stirring around underneath piles of garbage - - or, maybe, it was a feral otter, and a damn big one at that.
A Superhero arrives.
Or maybe with magic, more likely teleportation, and that hobo distracted her long enough to miss her vanishing. "ugh. you are unbelievable, you know that?" she said to that hobo, briefly glancing down at him.
Wild Temptation [Trade]
Living so close to the city, often he would get visits from resident hobos asking for money, food, and in one instance, _"i saw you had a doghouse out back- mind if i sleep in it tonight?"
The Blessing and The Curse - Part 19 & Epilogue
I know this place attracts few hobos now and then, but you don't look like any hobo i've ever seen. what's your story?" "i..." my brain hurried to think up something plausible. "i kinda ran away from home." "'kinda'?" he chuckled.
Krystal's Training
Make a ham sandwich, clean off your keyboard, start a hobo fight, or you can pm me on yiffstar and tell me what a horrible job i'm doing. what's that you have a myspace.
Homemade Gift
My parents showed up, henry's, the guys from the office and even a random hobo that i think just came for the free food. a lot of people came to the wedding, a perfect wedding in every regard.
Sorry, Just sorry.
"oh yes, i'm drooling like a hobo over a can of beans." like a sponge soaking up a spill, he lapped at her furred gash. it was like an icicle on the first thaw, dripping those hot juices onto his muzzle and tongue, hot and thick tasting.
Tusks After Dusk
Jogger \>finding your dark alleyway you slink in, put your nose to the wind, and wait \>and wait \>and wait \>you sniff the air as a new scent comes across your nostrils \>human, male, young, no trace of alcohol or tobacco so he's probably not some hobo
Strange Love: The Late Night
The real reason they were having the party in the club house (which was really a shack in the woods they had kicked a hobo out of) was to celebrate a victory in a battle between them and another gang.
The Rise Of Drunko, The Crime Fighting Hobo
It was a day like any day for joe, the hobo; the sun was shining and the people were not throwing rocks at him this day. not that they were doing it all the time, but the kids were relentless in their pursuits.