I began going back to the adult booths, but now I began taking my high heels and lipstick with me - I was setting myself apart from the typical gayb0y...who hangs out there. I'd usually go there in shorts, t-shirt and flip flops, and once in a booth I'd strip off, put on my high heels, apply my lipstick, and wait for trade. I began to have regulars - men I'd see every week - mostly married or otherwise straight- men. One guy I used to see every Sunday night. He was a white guy, a truckdriver. He. He liked to be taken. I came to like taking him. I suppose that made him less gay in his mind! Once in he was always a good fuck with very sweet hole he loved to have eaten. One of those with just enough hair around the hole. His dark hair! Fuck. As our fuck buddy sessions continued we got pretty comfortable. The condoms were long gone. And I’d spend the night, waking up to his morning wood and love having him fuck me. We talked of adding some fun and another man. The first. Can you deduce why that might be?”“Because it’s irrational,” I said.“Indeed it is. Would you care to give me an analysis of your own behavior, I mean, from my perspective?”“Irrational.”“Now, put yourself in my position. I’m responsible for student mental health. Today, I see a young man who wants to be a doctor, who is refusing treatment for a problem which could negatively affect his training and his career, and, ultimately, endanger patients. What do you think I should do?”“Don’t you think. I look around the parking lot and notice that it’s just about deserted, with the exception of a car in the middle of the lot. You stand there for a minute before telling me "to suck it slut". I walk over and start to rub your cock through your pants before reaching over to unzip you and take your cock out. You start to moan as I get on my knees and spit all over your cock. Before we go much farther, you tell me to turn around so that my back is against the car. As soon as I am turned.