CRUISING . . . Worst Case Scenario

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.

Ever Thought of Producing a Film? The LRC

After watching many porn videos, I came up with an idea for such a film which I suggested to a top well-known producer of male porn which feature only eastern European intact cocks.  Here it is:

I have fond remembrances of my college days pre-HIV. Here is a story idea from those days; I’ve always thought it would make a great movie. I could spend hours there and often did with cum-shooting after cum-shooting. Though it may look impractical to stage, it could be done relatively cheaply with the fixtures, but without the actual plumbing. The urinals were the type that were flat against the wall protruding 6-8 inches and about 4 feet high. See photo.

The LRC
When I was in college, some of our classes were held in the LRC – Learning Resource Center. You would not believe what all I learned there. On an outdoor hallway was a Men’s restroom that was the crusiest one ever! It consisted of two rooms, and the outside door with very squeaky hinges led to the first room which consisted of a row of 4 sinks and shelves to hold books and bookbags. From the sinkroom, you went through another squeaky-hinged door to a room with 4 urinals and 3 stalls. The middle stall’s door had been removed, but the two other stalls still had their doors. There were beautiful round smooth gloryholes between each of the stalls, so the guy in the middle stall had action from both sides, and since his door was removed also had lots of action from the guys standing at the urinals in front of him. Here is a layout of the two rooms:

Now it was not unusual for all 3 stalls and all 4 urinals to be in use! Guys at the urinals were sporting hard-ons and showing them off to each other – at least until the squeaky hinges alerted them to suddenly be discrete again and hide their dicks inside the tall urinals, and stalls #1 & #3 to close their doors.

After everything calmed down, they were back at it – showing off their dicks, inviting their mates to touch their dicks which led to blowjobs. Of course none of this was lost on the guys in the stalls, who were either watching or participating in what was going on out in front of them at the urinals, or more likely what was coming at them through the gloryholes! What I learned about the male anatomy! Long skinny dicks, fat dicks, curved dicks, black dicks, white dicks, latino dicks, cut dicks and uncut dicks! Most of the dicks were cut (being in the US), but my favorites were those uncut ones with a lot of foreskin like my own. My tongue up in that foreskin encircling those juicy heads! I soon learned that black dicks had extra silky smooth skin, but with scratchy kinky pubic hair! And that black dicks were usually “show-ers” rather than “grow-ers” but still usually bigger than white dicks, which proved to be no myth. The biggest dick I ever saw though was on a tall skinny guy. It was a Saturday afternoon when the tearoom was kind of quiet and I was sitting in stall #2. The tall skinny guy came in and went in to stall #3 where he proceeded to show me his dick as I watched him through the gloryhole. It must have been over 12 inches long and I motioned him to come around to the front of my stall, which he did. There he stood with a dick hanging down to about 3 inches above his knees.

He got a hard-on, but it was so big that it would not stand out or up, but just kept hanging down. I grabbed it and tried to suck it. I had both fists around his shaft and still was unable to get the rest of it into my mouth, though I tried awfully hard. It took him a long time, but with my sucking and his hand action, he finally delivered a big load! And to this day, I have never seen another dick that came even close to the size of his. It was so big that I am not sure that it was an advantage. It was too big for almost anything including stuffing it back into his pants! I love to suck all kinds of cocks, but my favorite ones are uncut and so stiff that they spring straight up and try to enter the bellybutton when you turn them loose.
The only thing that was missing in the LRC men’s room was a mirror above the urinals tilted slightly downwards. I often wished to have that kind of view, both while standing at one of the urinals or sitting in stall #2.
What a wonderful two-hour DVD you could make showing all this hand and oral action in the LRC with your young college-age Czech hunks!!!