I sometimes started my work-week with a day-long drive to the first city, then working my way homewards to end up at home on Friday night. I had learned more about anonymous sex and that I was not the only married man wanting sex with a man. Anal porn But the time and place did have something to do with my preconceived ideas of man to man sex. I had never, ever, set foot at a gay bathhouse by then and didn’t quite know the routine. He just stood there with a puzzled view on his face. I knew that he was married and that this was his first time at a gay bath house. It was hard work, moving from hotel to hotel and seldom staying more than one night in each city. Lo and behold, once this man left, the “tall mysterious man” came in. Only later did I learn that this particular rest area with its tree shaded parking areas was a favourite spot for gay sex.
I soon stopped at the far corner of a Walmart store parking area and put on regular pants again.
