Gay cruising rest area

Peep holes in the toilet in the south side area. Leave the door open while sitting in the handicapped and truckers will walk in, with luck one or two will stay. Crowd: Truckers, construction workers, family men and travelers. This place is really fun in the summer.

Photo by Freek Zonderland via Stocksy. A favorite of those seeking a thrill in the early Internet age, as well as more than a few closet cases, the site has long been home to detailed information about where to seek anonymous trysts in mostly public locations—from a cruisy toilet near the Disney World monorail to a steamy locker room in the basement of a Moscow health club. To ensure the publicly horny aren't caught in a sting by law enforcement—who have historically played the part of affable co-masturbator, until they arrest you for solicitation—users were and still are encouraged to report any suspicious behavior to the site itself as a "heads up. The paradox of the site—that the publicness that made it so appealing also put its users at risk—was not lost on founder Keith "Cruisemaster" Griffith, who penned feature stories about how to avoid arrest. But it wasn't just cops that users had to fear; by , Cruising for Sex was scoring , hits a day, and journalists began trolling the site, hoping to exploit the general public's fears of gay men by catching dudes mid-blowjob. Nightly news programs installed secret cameras in bathrooms to prove that God-fearing citizens' worst fears were actually true: Gays were fucking in the bushes near their children's playgrounds. Could you or your child be an innocent victim of

I was 15 the first time I found out that men have sex in public. On the way to Maine with my mom and stepfather, we pulled off the highway and into a rest area. At the urinal, there was a man next to me. He was tall and homely, and holding himself. He stared at me.

It was in the film "There's Something About Mary," but was this really a thing? In the film, Ben Stiller's character is arrested at a rest stop when he stops to use the restroom but quickly finds himself in the middle of a sting operation targeting gay men cruising at rest stops. Earlier in the film, his therapist mentions that "rest stops are the bathhouses of the 90s for many many gay men. For one Boca Raton area rest stop, it would certainly have seemed so. In fact, because cruising was such an issue, it is one of the reasons rest stops do not exist at all along South Florida's I corridor anymore.