I’ve a variety of unique/weird places where I’ve had sex and/or fooled around. (I’ll try to list them chronologically.) Let me start out by stating I’m a gay bottom into many “alternative” scenes, kinks, and fetishes, none of them have been illicit nor involved underage persons or animals. All of my experiences have been among two or more consenting adults 18+ years of age.
ONE: I lost my anal virginity on vacation with my family while in Wildwood Crest, NJ. During the first few days, I’d enjoy walks on the beach while the sand was still untouched during sunrise and by the end of my walks, the Lifeguards would be in a led exercise routine with their supervisors.
Both the Chamber of Commerce and First Aid Station were next door to the hotel and I’d sit on the steps leading to the street admiring some of the men and their sweat-glistening torsos, arms, and legs. I wasn’t sure, but it seemed like two of the guys were also admiring me.
During the day, prior to their lunch, I had located their stations which were very closeby and brought them some oranges and bottled water with big cups filled with ice and we began talking. I’d do something similar the next few mornings and later in the afternoon.
One asked me to come by the station around 6pm after he was off work. I showered and changed into shorts and muscle shirt and headed over to the station. A few minutes after arriving, he came out of the building with two friends of his and we went to one of the friends apartments in town, drank and talked, discussed our interest in each other, and came up with a plan to meet under the boardwalk the next night around 8:30pm.
Everything went as planned, they brought some alcohol and offered me some. As we were drinking, our clothes found their way to the ground, we began kissing, i was bent over and began performing oral sex on two, and the third was eating my hole. Eventually, I got on all fours and they all had their way with me. Not wanting to go back to the hotel and wanting more of them that night and the next two would be back at the apartment. We exchanged numbers and i’d inform them once i knew, when I’d be around again on family vacation and we continued our enjoyment of each other for the next few years for two weeks, making the rest of the year seem to pass so slowly.
TWO:
While attending the University of Minnesota - Twin Cities, i began working at a bar called The Gay 90s as a dancer. There was a “hidden” bar with only males able to access it as you had to go through the Mens Restroom which had the only entry to this area (the Leather Bar with Sex Sling and other “furniture”).
I also was a shot boy and people would buy themselves 1 and me, 2. The bar had a permit to operate after hours as a juice bar, at which time, my shift was over and I was a wee bit intoximicated. I worked on the weekends (Fri & Sat) and somehow, someway, I would wind up naked in the Sex Sling available to anyone who wanted to follow the person in progress. This occurred every weekend over the course of four years.
THREE:
While working in a retail corporate officer position requiring nationwide travel, my set region was fron Maine to New Jersey, i was in this rile for 12 years with most sexual activities occurring i Boston; four of the five boroughs of New York City (the exclusion: Staten Island- it has NO Subway, only 1 connection to the city via the Verrazano Narrows Bridge from Brooklyn and you literally have to drive around the city through the other 4 before you finally arrive….and the Staten Island Ferry which doesn’t count - no cars, only people, and non-24 hour operations like the rest of the city). With 5 Jersey Bridges (4 vehicle, 1 train) and its close proximity Jersey, WHY its considered NYC is still a question unanswered); and Newark and Cherry Hill, NJ (including Philadelphia, PA).
Although I’m no stranger to sex in public places, there are a few which stand out, all of which are in New York City (or at least originated there).
A) A former friend of mine from elementary through high school and I would, when in Queens or Nassau County, Long Island, end up in my hotel room over a 3-year duration, for four nights/week. He and I frequented Fire Island where there still are frequent sex parties, in Parks and other public spaces throughout the City, and on the beaches of Long Island.
B) After receiving a phone call near the end of my shift workinG in Southhampton, NY informing me there was an emergency requiring me to “leave now” for Brooklyn (@44444444:30pm), a drive which took 7 hours to go less than 70 miles, my irritation got the better of me and rather than going to my room after checking into the hotel, I parked in the hotel lot, with the Parking Pass, called some friends while walking to the Prospect Ave. Subway station to meet up with my friends in Bryant Park. I had no idea what I was in store for. Once at my destination, i grabbed dinner at Casa Barilla (yes, the Pasta co. In the supermarket operates a restaurant also - unsure if its a chain or if this is the only one), and sat in the park and ate til my friends arrived. We just sat in the park sipping wine and catching up and saw two people get issued 750 Fines for smoking cigarettes in the park from NYPD (i feel like 750 is a bit excessive, but it is NY). The park closed and we walked to a nearby well-lit street to finish our discussion before heading our separate ways.
I arrived at the Subway platform at 1am (bad no idea that much time had elapsed) and realized the late time meant the Express back to Brooklyn had ceased operating til the morning rush. I saw a few people, I thought better to not engage with and was put at ease when these two men approached in work uniforms. With a 40 min wait for the train, they asked if they could share the bench with me, to which I obliged.
They had said something that caught my ear, i commented, and the three shared some experiences with each other, making light of the wait time.we stood back as he train approached and entered the second to last car, and we had it to ourselves - no one else. About five minutes prior to our train, a big yellow “engine” had slowly gone by. Then, after boarding, we just sat there and the heard from the speakers, an apology and that it was going to take over 4 hours to reach Brooklyn. That yellow engine - was the track cleaner with people in front of it sweeping debris so the engine could suck it up. (Luckily, i had overnights the remainder of the week and didn’t have to go in til 9pm. The two men in the car with me were Black, which is my sexual flavor. Despite hearing Them them talk of their wives, we looked at each other and exchanged a few words, clothes came off, my ass went up, and it didn’t take long for them to get in, and were wild freaks that went multiple rounds for 3 of the 4 hours. (The tracks are anything besides even and as the train rocked we would inadvertently move and at the same time feel amazing.m
C) For 3-4 months, i was flying LaGuardia to/from Chicago Midway on Southwest. Early on, I was talking with a Gate Agent across from my gate since no one had arrived for my flight. I did make sure it was ok to talk to him about a different departing flight, he said i could - i asked if i could upgrade my Ticket Class, I could, and we did. He was over 6’ tall, his face was stunning, he was both professional and eloquent when speaking, he was moderately muscular and his skin tone as olive/black.
I boarded and had a seat in the 3rd row, Aisle and once fully boarded he and the other FA went through the safety protocols with personality and facial expressions to make most chuckle, at the least. (They knew we knew, but had to do it, so they put their twist on it to make it less mundane.) Afterward, the other FA began walking to the front and when he turned around to do so, i thought they were twins. Turn out they were first cousins, had been with the Airline for over 15 years, and after 5 years always worked the same flights together and my flight was one they received quite often.
The first flight I met them on we mostly just talked. On the second one asked me to see the other during the flight, and with it being one of the last flights out of LGA, most of the cabin was asleep, and he urgently but gently pushed me into the bathroom and he followed and locked the door. He dropped trou and i followed suit, he positioned me in such a way we were both comfortable, he penetrated me, and he had the ride of his life. When done in seconds he was dressed, washed up and told me to wait a few minutes, exiting the bathroom.
Just as I was about to open the door opened and it was his cousin. He wanted a piece of me, too (who am I to deny.)And for the next few months, either en route to Midway, somewhere in Midway, or both, we has a LOT of amazing and tantric sex. I tried dating and relatIonships a couple of times, but none or those men could perform half as good as the ones mentioned here. I decided fo remain a single slut for men to cockupy and that I should never accept substandard, boring, or mediocre sexual encounters from guys that just dont either get it or got the goods, also lacking in rhythm or their overall delivery.
And there you have it, although in November, ill be in San Francisco to interview for some jobs and hope to move there permanently prior to January 2026 and I have heard theres some pretty wild times in and around the Bay area.
