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I noted that he had rolled down the windows on both driver and passenger side as he moved in to his space and once halted in the space he turned off his engine and then hit his brake lights twice. I watched as he parked at the extreme end of the lot with no one around save a couple of RVs and sleeping big rigs. When I sat down in my car and checked my rear view mirror I realized I had my black rainbow hat on and thought “made.” I knew I was as he turned to smile at me as he pulled away from the pumps and then headed to the parking area farthest from the pumps and lot lighting. We talked about destinations and then both pumps clicked “done.” We got our receipts and as he slid in to his car I said “have a safe trip.” He tipped the brim of his hat and said the same. New like they come from Detroit.” We bantered back and forth as gas flowed and he seemed to really warm up to me. He smiled, turned toward me and said “’72, just finished her up last month. We made eye contact and I stammered “beautiful car” and something like what year. He made eye contact with me and I instinctively said something to him in hopes of getting a conversation going. When I got out of my car and moved around back he was already pumping gas so I quickly got my gas going and meandered around the pump. I had put on my black baseball cap to shade my eyes from the setting sun. I tracked him as he drove to the pumps and followed and pulled in to the pump opposite of the one he chose. He slid in to the driver’s seat and I split off to my car. As I followed he walked up to a beautiful jet black Cadillac El Dorado, early 1970’s, fully restored with a lipstick red leather interior. So I followed.įortunately we were parked in the same area of the lot. I was hoping he would tear me up tonight. In his day this man tore up some serious pussy. Under his Callaway Golf cap he had short, salt and pepper hair and I noted a short, precisely trimmed goatee and mustache. He moved like a cat, a trained athlete as I followed and I got harder as I watched him walk across the lot. He had a tiny spare tire and paunch but otherwise was very fit. I noted his broad shoulders from the back and under his gaberdine slacks and golf shirt I noted the still present form of an athlete’s body.
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He was a black gentleman, about 60 or maybe a few years older, about 6’1”, probably 240 lbs but well proportioned. I further scoped him as we walked through the building and then out in to the lot. One gentleman stood out in particular so I timed my exit to follow his. While I was in the men’s room a couple of guys came in and out. That way I could cruise the men’s room before heading back to the lot. The sun was starting to fade in the early evening so I wanted to burn some time by taking a leak and getting a drink. As I parked I noted the cars and trucks at the pumps and in the lot. That way I can signal guys when the time is right or just look like another tourist passing through. Under the running suit I will wear a rainbow shirt but stay zipped and I take two hats, one rainbow and one plain. My usual attire is a running suit, tennis shoes and ball cap. I try to dress comfortably but not be obvious in public. This particular truck stop is a favorite of mine because there is a lot of off premises parking for the truckers and RV’s which means no prying eyes.Īs I pulled in and parked I took a look around. As I pulled off the freeway I noted the fading sun, ample traffic in the lots and pumps and loads of cars and trucks. So on my way home I decided to stop, gas up, take a leak and maybe get a coffee for the remainder of the trip home. One such place, a large truck stop adjacent to one of our major freeways is one of my favorites.
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Truckers, travelers, bikers, RV guys and guys going to and from work congregate in these places to get food, fuel or pee breaks and under the right conditions you can make contact and link up. On my regular trips across the desert I have picked a few spots that are prime ground for finding men in need. On the road I pay closer attention, sit back and observe and watch the action before jumping in but still manage to score. Close to home I am cautious but confident in my four hunting grounds. If you take your time, are cautious and learn from small mistakes you can avoid the big mistakes while at the same time hooking up with some consistency.
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We live in a surveillance society now with cameras, security guards, lighting and cops watching public places so the days of open cruising are long gone. Learning to loiter with intent and recognize those who are loitering with intent is a more exact science now days but it can still be done.
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Over the many years of cruising I have learned how to look for the signs of places and men who are looking for a little action.