Aug 1, 2015
I've only done it once.
In West Hollywood you saw guys hitchhiking all the time, but they were usually hustlers. I never picked anyone up.
In San Francisco and New York, I didn't have a car.
In Florida I was too apprehensive, until David visited.
You remember David, the effusive, ultra-horny former minister who got me into lots of scrapes in San Francisco, like Waking Up to a Straight Boy in My Bed. In August 2003, he flew out for a five-day visit.
The rest of the story is too risque for Boomer Beefcake and Bonding. You can see it on Tales of West Hollywood.