Cock Worshipper Part 5 Nineteen
After work, I had a tendency to go out cruising in my car, which would be anywhere from 11 at night, or sometimes I wouldn’t go cruising until 2am, depending on when my shift ended. In any case, I had the habit of driving all the way from there in San Bruno, down to Santa Clara on El Camino Real, scouting for men who might need a ride (and hopefully so much more). My luck was pretty good, actually. There were a few guys who would look into my rolled-down passenger window after I’d pull up...