How has cruising gotten you into trouble? Ever been accosted by security or police? Ever had your name printed in the newspaper? Tell your story in the comments below.
Ever accidentally been locked up?
As I recall, it was Wednesday afternoon, the beginning of the Thanksgiving recess at the local university, where I did a lot of cruising in various tea rooms. Perhaps nothing is finer than the glory holes at a university, not to mention the students themselves. The particular building that I was using that day for my exploits had rather strange architecture. Imagine a large cube with a tunnel going through it at ground level as a main artery through campus. On one side of the tunnel walkway was the main entrance to the building which was mostly glass allowing you to see into the atrium and lobby. On the other side of the walkway was a glass door that led into an elevator lobby for access to the upper floors. This small lobby also contained men's and women's bathrooms.
The men's room had about four urinals, four stalls, and a very long row of mirrored sinks which stretched down the length of the room. Needless to say, this particular tea room was very cruisy. Frequently, I ducked in for blow jobs using the glory holes between the stalls.
I had forgotton that this was the beginning of the holiday period as I ducked into the tea room. A few guys came in for a short while, but there was just no action!
And then it became VERY quiet -- no one at all came in!
So, I gave up, pulled up my pants and left the tea room, only to find out that the outer glass door was LOCKED! And I was TRAPPED INSIDE! There was no emergency handle to push to get out. (I could not help but wonder what would happen in the case of a fire.) I looked across the tunnel and discovered that all the lights in the atrium and lobby on the other side had been turned off. Obviously, the building was now locked and closed. What was I to do?
There was a pay phone in the little lobby on my side, but what would I say if I called security? Oh, I was just in the men's room waiting for some gay sex? I don't think so. So, I took the elevator up to the third floor, crossed over the tunnel in the interior of the building, and descended on a different elevator into the large atrium on the other side. I wandered around until I found an emergency exit door which was a faux wood panel, only a few feet away from my wife's desk, who was a university employee! Of course, she was not there, because she too had left early for the holiday.
I pushed on the wood panel expecting to activate the alarm system, and hoped I could disappear into the surrounding shubbery before any security arrived. Much to my surprise, the panel door swung open on its hinges detached from the emergency alarm mechanism, allowing me to depart with no alarm! Gently, I pushed the door back into place, and hurried home. All the next week, I waited for my wife to tell me a story about how security had been breached in the building, but she never said anything. TRUE STORY.
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