Weirdest Place You Ever....

[+ Ace]

ArvaGuy: YOU WIN!!!!!!

[Bearofdistinction]

ArvaGuy: YOU WIN!!!!!!

 

 

 

In - on top of across Coffins and the back of and on the hood of a Hearse ---- I was in my 20s and he was just 20 studying to be a

funeral director -- a Hot Furry Midwest Boy with Chestnut Hair and Blue Eyes and an 8inch Uncut Cock.

 

He was doing his internship which meant lonely horny nights alone in the Funeral home as the On \-Call guy! And we were doing each other among the Satin

and ashes!

[+ Gar1eth]

Not too freaky-

 

1. This wasn't actually sex/sex. But years ago-it was probably a few months before I had sex for the first time. I was living in Cincinnati. I drove into Indianapolis to go to the famed and now departed Unicorn Club. The way it worked there was that the guys would do their dance on the catwalk. Then afterwards they would make the rounds of the room. The customers would stand along the wall and most of the boys would make the rounds past every customer. The guys would let you touch them above waist only (;)), and the boys would sometimes touch you above the waist only (;))-pardon me, I seem to have something in my left eye. As the guys would make the rounds with the customers, if there was one you liked, you'd give them a dollar or two. If you wanted them to stay longer, you'd give more dollars.

 

So one Sunday evening the club wasn't very busy. There was a cute athletic guy named Kyler (afterwards he moved to Florida-and he escorted occasionally. I never hired him. I thought about it, but I was never sure exactly what his limits were as he was on the bashful side). So I was in a corner of the club out of sight of the club manager (I think). Kyler came by to visit. I paid him enough to stay with me-and there weren't many customers anyway. So I had a bottle of hand lotion in my pocket. I asked. Kyler let me stroke him until he came in my hand.

 

2. With my first FWB-probably the first non-escort I ever had sex with-about 5 years ago and a few times since (but not in over a year)-after he got off his job at 1 AM we would go in his minivan to a secluded parking lot inside a suburban park in Seattle and .....

 

It's not the most comfortable place. He always has stuff in the backseat-so he sits facing me on top of my lap while I'm in the front passenger bucket seat.

 

Gman

[+ ArVaGuy]

ArvaGuy: YOU WIN!!!!!!

 

In - on top of across Coffins and the back of and on the hood of a Hearse ---- I was in my 20s and he was just 20 studying to be a

funeral director -- a Hot Furry Midwest Boy with Chestnut Hair and Blue Eyes and an 8inch Uncut Cock.

 

He was doing his internship which meant lonely horny nights alone in the Funeral home as the On \-Call guy! And we were doing each other among the Satin

and ashes!

 

So more than one of us has dated a mortician?!?!?

 

Same situation, casket warehouse in back of a funeral home in the Deep South. My boyfriend at the time, we were also in our 20s, worked in a funeral home. His dad, was a mortician, his brother was a mortician, - you know that tends to run in families. And a lot are gay, must be working with the make up..

[+ poolboy48220]

I'd have to think back, because there are probably weirder places I've been in, but nothing comes to mind now except in a car parked in a riverfront park in Windsor, with a dancer who (inexplicably, to me) was interested in me without any compensation.

[bigvalboy]

I got nothin...No way in hell I can top the casket story.

[jawjateck]

I got nothin...No way in hell I can top the casket story.

 

I'm with you, bvb. Guess I haven't even begun to live yet.

[craigville beach]

in a book closet with a college professor while the rest of the class was in the next room with a teaching assistant.

[Rudynate]

On the foredeck of a boat in a sleeping bag surrounded by people.

[Battle]

Pool side chaise in Key West

[stop]

With professor plum in the conservatory with a candle stick

[geminibear]

I had a story about an old railroad caboose, but after the coffins story I will just put my story back in my repertoire of nonsense.

[+ Topseed]

In the pod car going up to the top of the Arch in St Louis.

[+ quoththeraven]

in a book closet with a college professor while the rest of the class was in the next room with a teaching assistant.

 

Wow, you like to live dangerously.

[bimbosavant]

Gazebo at night in a public park.

[Riley Wynters]

In the women's restroom of a Chick-fil-a on Sunday. With the manager.

[stop]

In the women's restroom of a Chick-fil-a on Sunday. With the manager.

 

Was the manager a woman?

[+ azdr0710]

In the women's restroom of a Chick-fil-a on Sunday. With the manager.

 

now wait a gosh dern minute....aren't Chick-Fil-As closed on Sundays??.....or did you sneak in with the manager and his/her keys??!!!

[+ Charlie]

There have been previous threads on this same topic, but at the risk of being accused of being obsessed with one particular experience, I'll repeat my story. I had sex on top of a sarcophagus in an archaeological museum, with the museum director, when I was young and wild. It was uncomfortable.

[gallahadesquire]

So more than one of us has dated a mortician?!?!?

 

Same situation, casket warehouse in back of a funeral home in the Deep South. My boyfriend at the time, we were also in our 20s, worked in a funeral home. His dad, was a mortician, his brother was a mortician, - you know that tends to run in families. And a lot are gay, must be working with the make up..

 

Think about the phrase:

[being gay] tends to run in families.

Or did I good up the phrasing again?

[Riley Wynters]

Was the manager a woman?

The manager was a guy.

 

now wait a gosh dern minute....aren't Chick-Fil-As closed on Sundays??.....or did you sneak in with the manager and his/her keys??!!!

Yes, Chick-fil-a's are typically closed on Sunday. The manager was there with people doing routine service on some of the kitchen equipment and he got bored so he called me to come up. We almost got caught too.

[+ Truereview]

1999, Tikal, Temple II. I got more than a Mayan history lesson by one of the private tour guides

[+ quoththeraven]

It was uncomfortable.

 

Which plays a large part in my never having had public/semi-public or outdoor sex despite having intended to at least once. I did, however, override my college boyfriend's objection to post-amicable breakup sex at 11 am because workmen outside my (open) bedroom window could hear us. (It was during the summer; I was subletting a room in an apartment.) As far as I was concerned, it was fine if they heard us. Of course, I didn't have to walk past them on my way out...

[BaronArtz]

The 'Elk Lodge', a trashy dive hotel that rented rooms at $3O/hour, at the corner of W 42nd and 9th avenue was a pretty scary place. Sometimes the heroin needles were still laying on the floor when I walked in there with a trick from 'Cats' or 'Stella' bar. Or worse, with a trick I picked up at the Port Authority. In the late 198Os. It is astonishing I didn't get killed in there.

 

The 'Elk Lodge' building still stands, but it is closed except for a few stores on the street level.

[JohnGerman]

When I was in grad school, I worked as a TA in one of those science departments. As a part of my responsibilities, I ran lab sessions for my class. I was then seeing a young assistant professor at the university (in a completely different field and department). He had his roommate and I had my roommate. So it was hard to find places. One night, I guess hormone took over our heads and I took him to the lab that I was TA'ing. We brought a blanket and did our thing on the floor of the stock room immediately adjacent to the lab that I ran student lab sessions in. (I had the keys to the building and lab.) We were so scared that we didn't dare to even turn on the lights.

 

Fast forward twenty years, just couple months ago I found out the lab building that I was TAing was previously part of the university medical school years ago. Some years after the medical school moved out of that building, workers discovered some remaining human bodies were stored in the fourth floor stockroom of that building. And it was exactly the same floor that my buddy and I did the nasty on. Oh, and the building was also reputedly haunted...