I spent years in my youth going to t-tooms, movie theaters, beaches where man-on-man sex was known to take place.

Somehow, when I was growing up, there was more of that kind of cruising all around. It was in the years just prior to AIDS becomming known. It was the era of gay liberation and X-rated movies just becoming publically acceptible.

I cruised bookstores, men's rooms with glory holes, X-rated theaters, beaches, bus stations and other places. In that part of the country (South Florida) society was (and is, I hear) so repressed and conservative that few people were what we now call "openly gay". Most guys anxious for a blowjob or at least a quick rub and tickle were "straight" in the rest of their lives. The fact that it was so repressed made the cruisy spots all the more exciting. Guys would have to get their rocks off at these places or, often, not at all.

It was great for me. As a kid and as a grown-up, I had a hankering for the "dad" type thast just wouldn't, and won't, quit. And, I must say, I screwed with so many dads I started to think all men had a gay side and were candidates for sex.

I didn't realize how much I idolized my father. He was the ideal man, handsome, virile, a turn-on to men and women alike. The perfect sex object. Looking back, the more men resembled my dad, the more I lusted for them. I sometimes feel a little bit of a perv-o, but that's the way it was, and I don't even know exactly why. I have a fetish for dad-son stories still today that won't quit.

Ofd course, Dad wasn't the only male hunk-image I grew up with. My next-door neighbor was a cop, and I used to cruise him as often as possible, a big hairy stocky bear, who hung out in his back yard wearing only shorts and shoes. I still have a thing for cop-dads.

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