She saw me heading towards bhaiyya’s room. She called ‘Nikhil,’ but I was in a hurry. I opened the door and rushed inside the room. I got senses...and stopped just on the side of the bed.”“Oh god, no,” I was embarrassed about what he did.“Bhaiya was naked on bhabhi. Bhabhi was obviously naked as well. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. After I entered and before they got the sense, he made 2-3 pushes. I heard bhabhi’s moans, and I saw her bouncing boobs. It was the first time I saw any. That song, became my inspiration for this story about another Hobo. The Hobo, the other Railroad Bums used to affectionately call ... Hobo JimmyThis one's for Pop.Back in the day, I was known as Boxcar Jack. And... , I reckon I crisscrossed back and forth, from East to the West, across this great country more timesthan even I care to remember.In those days, when I rode an old freight train into a town, I made my home on the outskirts of the railroad yards along with all the other hobos. There,. Without hesitating he jumped back on and put it to full speed. I tied my wet hair into a messy bun and sat stretched while he ran on the treadmill and caught him out the corner of my eye looking at my curves while I did the usual downward dog. "Slacker," I cough. "Its nice outside, wanna workout in your garden?" he asks. "Sure." I step back and watch his perfect body walk through my patio doors onto the freshly cut grass outside. "Mmmm," I mutter, checking out his perfectly muscular back and. Well a quick trip to the junk-yard will fix that.Dressed up in my black jeans with ironed on confederate flags and marijuana leaves patches, and my boots, I got in my truck and headed off to replace broken property.--Three in the afternoon, in a junk-yard is not how I like spending my Sunday afternoons, and today is no different. The smell, It's everywhere and I've already slipped twice in what I can only guess was at one time, Chinese food and horse manure. The white stringy things are either.