I grew up in the big city. When I was old enough to drive one of our favorite things to do was to cruise the shopping center where the kids hung out. I borrowed my father's 67 GTO and a friend who was my cruising buddy, and Friday night was the main night. We were cool, all you had to do was ask us.

One night things were slow and I drove my friend home. On the way to his house he told me to take a detour behind the airport, he said he heard that is where the queers made out. It was dark back there, the road wound around, lots of trees, we turned off the lights and guided only by the moonlight we snaked our way along the road. We came upon a car pulled over under a tree and we stopped further up and crawled back to see what we could see. Sure enough a man was kissing another man.

That night in my bed I couldn't sleep, I replayed the sight of those two men kissing and my seventeen year old cock was harder than it had ever been. After ejaculating into my underwear I fell asleep. I cruised the airport back road alone, when I found a car in the trees I snuck back and jerked off watching the queers kiss and slide down below the window. I replayed the scenes, jerked off at home. I had lost all interest in cruising the shopping center.

What I did not figure out was that the queers saw my car drive slowly by, and being a GTO someone was going to recognize it. The man who recognized the car was the hotel manager who knew my aunt and uncle. And one day, just by accident, when I walked back to my car in the bushes after jerking off to queers making out he was waiting for me.

I remember his cock, it was long and hard, rubbing against my face, over my lips. his hand grabbing my hair. His cock got in my mouth until it was all in. He fucked my mouth, I can't really say I sucked him that night. He took my cock in his hand and sucked me. He wanted to kiss, to make out, while made out he jerked me off until I came all over my shirt. He kissed me some more, licking my lips with his tongue. He left me and walked back to his car and told me to meet him there again the next Friday night.

I waited all week to be able to suck on his cock, to feel his strong hand on my cock, to be kissed again. When the time came for him to pull my pants down and fuck me I was ready and did just what he said. By then we left my car in the trees and went to this small motel in his car to get naked and fuck.

That was long before cell phones and drones and cops who broke things up, that was a time when queers hung out at night in cars to find some time alone. That's when cocks were hard, and cum tasted so good, that was a time when a man could fuck a high school boy and no one gave a damn. That was a time when finding out you were a queer was exciting.