I Could Really Use A Night On Queer Street Right Now

When I was sixteen I had my driver's license and I was allowed to take my mother's car out. I had a friend from school and I went to his house and we decided to go out. We went to this party he heard about, it was boring and we left. It was around nine that night. He told me he had heard about this place where people went to make out so we went over there to watch. What he hadn't gotten straight is that place was where the queers went to make out. And we saw queers making out, queers standing beside cars getting blowjobs and this one queer over the trunk getting a stab in the backside. I came in my pants. That night I came again in bed thinking about those queers making out.

A few weeks later at my house my friend and I rubbed our pricks together, played sword fight, held our pricks and got down and sucked our pricks. I came in his mouth. I tried to get him to come but he didn't, but I did poke his ass with my finger. We also kissed. Kissed, made out. We were embarrassed about what we had done and didn't talk to each other for several weeks and when we did we swore we would never talk about it. In the meantime when I borrowed my mother's car I would go down to the queer street and watch the queers make out and I would jerk off in the car.

One night this guy knocked on the window and asked me what I was doing there. He went around and got in the front seat and sucked me off. He made me come, only he was happy about it and licked my prick and told me that he came out mostly on Thursday nights. He showed me his car and told me drive around and give him my high beams and park and he would come over. I didn't tell my friend about it, it was Thursday nights and I sucked on a man's cock and he felt me up and fucked me in the back seat of my mother's car.

My friend didn't grow up to like it like I did. He knew it but we didn't talk about it. Life in our town didn't have room for that kind of a reputation and I kept my activities to the queer street, After growing up we got jobs, got married and had families. As far as I know my friend didn't go to Vegas and find a cock to suck, nor did he find a man to fuck. But I did, Vegas was my go to town and I went under a false name and address and a credit card in that name. Vegas became my queer street and I met several men who were also there under false names.

There is nothing to be gained by coming out, not for me or my family or my business. The last year has been hard but I am looking for Vegas to open up again and go spend a couple of nights there and have fun.