I started driving through the seedier parts of town, looking for the porno shops and gay bars I'd heard about. My parents were so clueless-they thought I was their perfect little innocent choirboy! If they only knew what I was really up to. I did manage to land a part-time job at a discount store, and after that my parents did'nt seem to notice if I was gone for hours at a time, even late at night. Sometimes you had to wait hours to suck one dick-and sometimes went home with an empty stomach! I also tried the nearby rest stop next to the Interstate, but that was'nt much better. Although, I had some success doing that, it was also very frustrating.
I spent hours on end cruising the restroom at the local mall. I lived in a middle class neighborhood just outside of Ft Lauderdale, FL. I had a particular interest in middle-age, heavyset black daddies with thick, mushroom-headed dicks. I'd spent the last five years or so sucking as much cock as I could find and drinking as much hot cum as those cocks could give me. I was a young looking white boy with bushy brown hair and green eyes.
The summer I turned 17, back in the early 1980's, I got my driver's license and my parents bought me an old green Rambler American.
