“The Mystery Man to the Left” by Tex Halstead aka Tex, the Muscle Jock
It neared 11p.m. and I anxiously awaited the reply I had hoped for.
“Already getting late,” I thought. “And I don’t even know if we have one of these places in this town…”
My phone rang. It was my buddy Jack. “There’s this place off the highway, it’s about a 45 minute drive, though. You sure you want to do this?”
“Hell yes.”
‘This place’ was an old Adult Bookstore and Video Arcade, including the illustrious ‘backroom’ equipped with glory-holed stalls. Precisely what I had been searching for. A vestige of a past long gone, or so I thought. A place where guys could convene late at night (or early in the morning, depending on how you look at it) and engage in no-strings-attached, relentless, anonymous cock-sucking, hand-jobs, and maybe even the occasional pounding.
I had long been fascinated by the idea of finding a public space designed for anonymous sex. These clandestine, underground meeting places belonged in the 1960s and 70s, or so I thought. I had missed my chance; I was born twenty or thirty years too late.