Sex in Tea Rooms

Nudity Advisory: If you are uncomfortable with male nudity or gay themes, please exit this blog at once. Thank you.

For years I had given up tea room sex (sex in public bathrooms.) When I least expected it to return, it did in a way I was not prepared for.

I can't live my live being afraid or unwilling to use public bathrooms because temptation might find me in there. Yesterday in what I thought was a simple visit to the home and garden store to buy pesticide I had an urgent need to pee and so I went into a private booth to not get performance fright if the urinals were too busy.

Within seconds the guy in the next booth was tapping his shoe indicating that he wasn't there to use the john in the conventional way. Before I knew it I was tapping my feet too.

When it was over half an hour later, I told myself that this wasn't the kind of sex I was looking for or the kind I needed. I wanted something more fulfilling & a whole lot safer. What if the store security was montoring the action in the men's room. What then? Trouble with the law again?

The next day day I was shopping for dvds & compact discs in a big book store. I purchased what I wanted, returned to my car to leave my new possessions. I then realized that I had to use the bathroom urgently. I sat down thinking nothing out of the ordinary, when, to my amazement the same guy--I recognized the shoes--was in the next stall tapping his foot again. He dropped his pants and I did the same before I was aware what I was doing. I should have gotten up and left. Again, I don't want to get in trouble with the law again, but I stayed & had the most desperately quick and nervous sex I'd ever want to have. Always watching the door in case anyone came in. Always listening for the opening of the door or the shuffling of feet.

I was stunned 20 minutes later when all this was over. Again, this was not the kind of sex I needed or the kind of life I needed. I guess I asked for it for looking at the nude art photo essay books in the Gender section. This guy, unknown to me, was cruising me---more like stalking as I had no idea anyone one else was even in that area. He must have seen me leave the store and come back and head for what I thought was an innocent men's room.

There are no innocent men's room anymore. At least not for me.

I should be grateful someone took an interest in me enough to follow me around a big book store & finally corner me in the friendly bathroom stall next to his. Attention is always a good thing. But this wasn't the kind of attention I needed. I guess I was asking for it by casually putting Brokeback Mountain on last night before I went to bed. It was as rough and passionless sex as those two guys got during their first feverish encounter in the pup tent.