Ended abruptly and I know why, and it’s another story.so I got slapped, left with nowhere else to do my filthy business but to spanner off, everywhere, parks, washrooms, anywhere, I was an investigator, complete with “the fuck you want?” all over the veihicle logo, dress, and complete brazenness.I cared not what people thought they may have seen, I was on the job at the time. Gay sex Federales in marked cars were a rolling target.Until one day defined the course I was about to embark on, cruising public places I’ve always thought we miss SO much of what’s going on in our immediate surroundings, not always, but it’s evident the noisy flurry of action when you enter a secluded public men’s room quickly or quietly.Those are cruisy by definition. so my fallback was to my Gay side. so my fallback was to my Gay side. And late one afternoon, in need of a piss, I went to a downstairs men’s room, always good, one light flickering another out, and my heart skipped as I chose the one next to the only other occupied stall.Dunno why, and I went about my business and he was so quiet all the time then his foot tapped, and did a beconing motion like his foot was
