Chapter 2
Hal left his friend's place, it was on the side of town close to where he had planned to cruise. He walked over to his parked sedan. It was nice to see his friends, they all wished they could get together more often, but schedules were difficult to work around these days. It had been a few months he had last seen them, and at this point in their lives, they had gotten over the copious drinking, junk food and bad movie nights. They would have a couple drinks for a slight buzz, and reminisce about the days when they were still in high school. It was an old man's activity, he thought. There was a feeling of pain in his heart, a regret that he may be prioritizing his sudden preoccupation over those that he had grown up with.
Hal shook those feelings aside. He needed to relive that night in high school; the night in the backseat of Mike's car. He had been watching porn when he had a moment of privacy; creampie compilations, public handjobs, blowjobs. He loved imagining the pleasure the guy was feeling, a momentary swelling, and then strings of cum shooting onto the ground the ecstasy those men must have been feeling, blowing their wads into a needy hole, or squirting their load into the air and hitting their mark. To Hal, it didn't matter if the guy receiving pleasure was getting it from a man or woman. 'A hole's a hole,' Hal thought. Hal would rub his dick, teasing it just under the head so it would engorge itself slightly, just a half-chub. Just enough to show its form but not excited enough to need draining at the moment. He had teased himself like this throughout the week, the anticipation of the main event building up.
Hal climbed into his car and looked around the interior. He had prepared his vehicle beforehand; tissue papers in between the front seats so that he could clean up quickly before moving on. He hadn't realized how bad he was for leaving his food containers in his car until he began cleaning it out. The backseats were bare, save for a pair of basketball shorts and an old t-shirt on the floor behind the driver's seat. The car was an old, European make. The paint was a deep, dark green. The white leather seats were nice, easy to wipe off. On a hot day though, you'd find yourself sticky and moist from driving. Hal liked to boast about the seat warmers, which only worked some of the time. It would have been seen as an almost luxurious car to drive if it was over a decade earlier in time and in the hands of a more capable owner. The windows were tinted for privacy by the previous owner, perfect for the things Hal had planned for. Hal stuck the keys into the ignition and twisted, the car started with a rough hum. He rolled out of his parking spot and headed out.
The radio was tuned to an easy-listening station. Old classic rock and pop music played quietly over the speaker system. He wanted something to listen to as he drove, but wanted to think as well. Hal felt the cool breeze as he drove, and as he was passing by, he could smell the marsh that surrounded the road. It was a perfect night to pursue his desire. It was a warm night in July. Around this time of year, the humidity tends to stick around well into the night time, and tonight was no exception. The nice thing Hal had noticed was that he hadn't been shivering quite like he had that night with Mike.
Hal's destination was coming up, it was an island nature park that sat in the middle of the river, accessible by a bridge. The place always had a reputation for its nighttime misbehaviours. For over half a century, couples and strangers alike would hook up in this place. Hal made it to the centre point of the bridge and turned into the parking lot. The lamps that illuminated the edges of the road were designed with the same gothic sensibilities that much of the old city was designed in. The back portion of the park seemed like the better place to stop.
There were lamps throughout, but in this area, it was significantly darker, furthest away from the bridge ramps. He backed into a spot and waited; he left his car running. Hal recalled a comment someone made several years back, he could not remember who, while driving over the bridge, they mentioned, "Bunch of fags overrun this place at night. Those lights down there, that's a closet fag.". He felt uncomfortable signalling his presence like this, his headlights were pointing towards the bridge. Hal's heart could have jumped out of his chest, he felt each pronounced pump reaching up to his throat. He placed his hand on his chest to settle down. 'Just breathe' Hal silently advised himself. He thought he must have looked desperate keeping his lights on. Hal pulled out his phone; the display showed 11:26PM, and then he saw a car slow down along the bridge.
