Cum1st
May 20, 2014, 6:47 PM
Anyone here ever have a scrape with the law trying to hookup?
I had stopped at a tractor dealer down the line to pick up some parts I’d ordered. Getting out of the truck I took note of an adult bookstore across the divided highway, and planned to check it out afterward. When I came out with the parts, there were quite a few men being lead out the front door of the adult store in handcuffs. Lucky me!
Back in the seventies the back rooms in those “dirty bookstores” generally had, give or take, eight video choices to a booth. Edging and wanting to see what other movies were available, I came out into the hall to check the menu. The room was empty except for a state trooper outside my door. Beyond him was another trooper facing the frozen clerk in the front room. The nearby officer and I exchanged some careful “pleasantries”, and I disappeared into another booth. Good thing I had gotten my meat wedged back in my pants and zipped up! I remember other times when a few of us cock suckers circled from one open doored booth to the next sucking on each seated man for a few minutes in that place. Now it might be called speed sucking.
In an interstate highway rest stop out of sight of the road with a view and no facilities during the summer: There were two parking areas facing the view. The second in the direction of travel looked out over the first and was crowded with men looking to get lucky or being lucky by their cars. A state trooper circled through asking some (not me) what they were doing. The most popular answer was that they had been fishing. The ramp to that area was barricaded sometime after that, as with the other popular pickup areas along the interstate.
Parking and entering the back door of an adult store I noticed three or four spiffy clean-cut young men sitting in a topless Jeep parked at the back door. They were all wearing brand new day-glow green t-shirts and all watching intently without making direct eye contact. The room had better than a dozen booths. Usually crowded during that time of day, the place was empty. It was pretty obvious what was going on. I entered a booth, latched the door, sat down, pulled it out, and got things going. Jerking off to porn in a private booth wasn’t illegal. Glory holes had long been gone. Instead there was a small piece of Plexiglas (bigger than a GH) with a solid door on each side that could be closed. It was positioned so that two occupants could see each other’s cocks. On my right, both the peep window’s doors were open. Surprise, surprise, a man about 40ish came in and sat down. He was wearing a suit worn shiny in parts that tend to do so and put money in the box. It was no surprise that he didn’t unzip. He just sat there with his hands on his legs and his dripping hardon running down his pant leg. Rule number one – don’t proposition a man in one of those places if he doesn’t take his cock out. This guy didn’t even touch it. After a good while, I closed the privacy door. There was whispering, and he left. They weren’t there when I finally finished and went out. It was pretty exciting. I was rock hard and self lubed the whole time.
In a big box store I was waiting for a store associate to return with something I wanted. I was standing out of the way, for longer than it should have been, holding an eight-foot electrical ground rod at the end of an electrical isle. A clean-cut man who hadn’t looked for anything on the shelves approached me and asked if there was an electrical supply place nearby. He was pushy and didn’t “seem” to be able to understand simple directions or care. He finally walked away. That one could have been anything, but it felt like attempted entrapment.
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Cum1st
I had stopped at a tractor dealer down the line to pick up some parts I’d ordered. Getting out of the truck I took note of an adult bookstore across the divided highway, and planned to check it out afterward. When I came out with the parts, there were quite a few men being lead out the front door of the adult store in handcuffs. Lucky me!
Back in the seventies the back rooms in those “dirty bookstores” generally had, give or take, eight video choices to a booth. Edging and wanting to see what other movies were available, I came out into the hall to check the menu. The room was empty except for a state trooper outside my door. Beyond him was another trooper facing the frozen clerk in the front room. The nearby officer and I exchanged some careful “pleasantries”, and I disappeared into another booth. Good thing I had gotten my meat wedged back in my pants and zipped up! I remember other times when a few of us cock suckers circled from one open doored booth to the next sucking on each seated man for a few minutes in that place. Now it might be called speed sucking.
In an interstate highway rest stop out of sight of the road with a view and no facilities during the summer: There were two parking areas facing the view. The second in the direction of travel looked out over the first and was crowded with men looking to get lucky or being lucky by their cars. A state trooper circled through asking some (not me) what they were doing. The most popular answer was that they had been fishing. The ramp to that area was barricaded sometime after that, as with the other popular pickup areas along the interstate.
Parking and entering the back door of an adult store I noticed three or four spiffy clean-cut young men sitting in a topless Jeep parked at the back door. They were all wearing brand new day-glow green t-shirts and all watching intently without making direct eye contact. The room had better than a dozen booths. Usually crowded during that time of day, the place was empty. It was pretty obvious what was going on. I entered a booth, latched the door, sat down, pulled it out, and got things going. Jerking off to porn in a private booth wasn’t illegal. Glory holes had long been gone. Instead there was a small piece of Plexiglas (bigger than a GH) with a solid door on each side that could be closed. It was positioned so that two occupants could see each other’s cocks. On my right, both the peep window’s doors were open. Surprise, surprise, a man about 40ish came in and sat down. He was wearing a suit worn shiny in parts that tend to do so and put money in the box. It was no surprise that he didn’t unzip. He just sat there with his hands on his legs and his dripping hardon running down his pant leg. Rule number one – don’t proposition a man in one of those places if he doesn’t take his cock out. This guy didn’t even touch it. After a good while, I closed the privacy door. There was whispering, and he left. They weren’t there when I finally finished and went out. It was pretty exciting. I was rock hard and self lubed the whole time.
In a big box store I was waiting for a store associate to return with something I wanted. I was standing out of the way, for longer than it should have been, holding an eight-foot electrical ground rod at the end of an electrical isle. A clean-cut man who hadn’t looked for anything on the shelves approached me and asked if there was an electrical supply place nearby. He was pushy and didn’t “seem” to be able to understand simple directions or care. He finally walked away. That one could have been anything, but it felt like attempted entrapment.
There must be others with like stories on this forum
Cum1st