1. Night Trawling: The Trucker


    Date: 11/8/2017, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Milik_the_Red, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    remaining wetness against my thumb. "Screw this," I said in frustration. "I need to get laid tonight." With a smoldering need burning under my skin, I cleaned up and grabbed my keys. When I started my truck, I wasn't even sure where I was going. I did have some ideas though and my mind wondered over the possibilities as I hit the freeway. Most of these ideas were dangerous for several reasons, but I was in a lust-filled rut and the dangers only excited me all the more. For a short while, I dithered and toyed with these ideas until I began to feel the anticipation build in my belly. Once that rush began flooding through my blood, I knew that this was going to be one of those nights when my usual rules were thrown completely out the window. I was driving East on the 60 freeway and by the time the Reservoir off ramp appeared, my mind was made up. My breath felt heavy in my chest and my cock began to lengthen with need as I rolled down the off ramp. The area of Pomona I was heading into was old and run down then just as it is today. Traffic never seems to wane and I nervously blew my cigarette smoke out the open window as I traveled north toward Mission. Famous for being a haven for prostitution, Mission Avenue was also home to several twenty-four hour adult video stores that were often visited by local men looking for a taste of something no woman could supply.The particular one I was headed for was marked only by a sign the said 'Adult Arcade and Videos'. Sadly, the place is ...
    long since gone. That same building, now completely refurbished, is home to a cheap used car lot. I laugh when I go by it these days. Once a place a man could go to for no strings attached sex, it was now a place anyone could enter with a reasonable chance of getting screwed. Anyway, about ten minutes after I pulled off the freeway, I was parked in front of this ramshackle dive known well for twenty-five cent videos and its well used glory holes. It was run by an old Asian man who must have known what took place in those booths. You would never have known that by the look on his face though. When I handed him the five dollar bill, he simply gave me a hand full of cheaply photo-copied paper tokens that were the real currency of his booths. It never seemed to matter what time I walked over those plywood floors. Day or night, about a third of them would be occupied by a man who would invariably be sitting with his pants open and stroking his cock to whatever video fantasy turned him on. A person who has never been in one of those places would be amazed at how comfortable guys can get in an atmosphere like that. Often, I would walk up through the short entry to one of the booths and watch as a guy jacked his cock in front of me. At times, a guy would either be so shy or uninterested in other men that he would cover up or give me that 'fuck off' look. It happened now and again, but honestly, more often than not the guy would be happy to show me his junk. We would share a look, a ...
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