Many of us are married and have secrets we keep way back in the shadows of our mind, events that have happened in our lives we would love to share but are either too scared to be recognized or simply do not have the opportunity. Over the past decade or so I have had quickies in the front seat of my car, a one time three some and private times with a few men but I am sure, we all have a couple sexual experiences that stand out in our memories more vivid than others. Sometimes after sex with a man if he has not ran off within minutes of coming, we may share the odd story or tale without revealing names or places but there are two events I have relived in my mind many times, true stories I have never had the nerve to share with anyone, that is, until now.

The first story may not be as Earth shattering as the second but it was the danger and mystique of what happened that makes it so memorable. Not too far from my home there is an historical landmark with a large parking lot, a picnic area and of course a brick building that houses the men and women’s washrooms. During the middle of the week very few sightseers or tourist visit the area in the off season but on the way home one afternoon I stopped in to take a piss. The washroom has three stalls with doors, three urinals and a small sink in which to wash your hands. When entering the washroom the urinals are hidden by a brick partition and one would have to take at least four steps from the entry door and walk around the wall to be in view of the urinals. When I entered the three stall doors were open and vacant but two men stood at the urinals, one on each side leaving the middle one open. I was immediately struck by the fact both men were dressed in long tan trench coats and the thought quickly entered my mind, cops. Rather than make a hasty retreat I casually sidled up to the middle urinal and took out my dick, leaning as close to the fixture as possible. Neither men moved nor did they seem to be peeing either, the silence was deafening. I could not resist and peeked at the man on my left, he had a huge hard on and was slowly stroking. Trying to be coy, I glanced at the other man and he too was stroking his slightly smaller erection. Oh shit I thought, they are cops and this is a set up. All of a sudden I felt a hand on my ass and as I turned to see what was happening I felt another hand groping for my cock. What the fuck do I do now? Do I run? I just froze as one man caressed my ass and the other was now stroking my cock. I am human and even under those circumstances I got hard, much to the delight of both men. The man on the right took me by the hips and slowly turned my body towards him then he went down taking my cock into his mouth. As he sucked he undid my belt and pants clasp allowing the other man to pull my pants down partially baring my ass. While one trench coated man sucked my cock the other used his tongue up and down my ass crack. Still, no one had uttered a sound. As if choreographed, the men switched positions, the licker began to suck me and the sucker ran his hands all over the curvatures of my ass cheeks. I began to tense and knew I was going to come, they did too. Both kneeled in front of me and I came into the one man’s mouth and then the other took his turn each sucking the white love juice out of me. As many men will attest, as soon as the tickle of paradise subsides we come back to reality and a rational mind is no longer controlled by a hard on, I was standing with my pants down in a public washroom, someone could come in at any time. I pulled my pants up and retreated out the door, not one of us had said a word. I sat in my car watching the entrance to the washroom for quite some time, a middle aged man went in, the two trench coated men were still inside. It was obvious the two men knew beforehand what would transpire, were they cops who went farther than they had planned? I doubt it but who knows? If you have ever had one man suck your cock while another licks your ass, add in the danger of a public place well, you will understand why I jack off to the memory.

I have never told this story before either mostly because I do not think the listener would believe it is true but I swear it did happened exactly this way.

About a mile or two out of town we have a large sports complex with four baseball fields and a couple soccer pitches plus a small playground for kids. The parking lot is at least a quarter mile off the main road and I do know as a fact some guys cruise there after dark although, since it is on the outskirts of town few men frequent the area. It was five years ago on a warm August night around ten o’clock in the evening I drove to the park hoping I could find a bit of action. No one was there but I drove to the back of the parking lot anyway. I sat in my van smoking a cigarette with the window open enjoying the night air when a set of head lights turned in and came straight toward me. At first I smiled in expectation until I recognized it as a police car. The cop was by himself and he pulled up along side me and got out of his car leaving it running and the lights on. He strolled to my open window and asked what I was doing here. I gave some lame excuse that I had no where to go and so I just parked there to enjoy the evening and the quiet solitude. He asked for my driver’s license and insurance which I readily produced. He returned the papers and asked if I had any booze or drugs in the car both of which I denied having. He then opened my driver’s side door and asked if I minded if he checked and again, I was more than compliant.

He looked into the back with his flashlight and then leaned over me to inspect the passenger seat and foot well. My arms and hands were at my side and I was shocked when he leaned right across me as if to position his crotch directly over my left hand. His gyrations and movements were definitely provocative in nature, was he coming on to me? I know I was taking a chance but I raised my palm ever so slowly putting a bit of pressure onto his crotch area and sure enough, I felt him push back. He got off of me and said my car was clear but he would have to search me and ordered me out of the van. He instructed me to go to the front of the van and I was getting very nervous because it was the darkest part between his car and my van. He leaned me up against the grill of the van and stood in front of me, his body facing the road. He ran his fingers across my chest and down my waist and thighs then knelt down feeling down to my ankles and up my legs. He reached around placing both of his hands around the cheeks of my ass and then he reached between my legs searching my crotch and then squarely on my cock and balls. I thought he was finished but he again explored my inner legs ending up on my crotch and held his hand motionless as if reveling at my cock getting harder and harder. He then stood in front of me and looked straight into my eyes and without a word placed his hands on my shoulders and gently guided me down to my knees. He unzipped his fly and took out his cock; he was rigid hard about five inches, solidly thick with a large uncut knob. His two hands guided my head to his cock and I opened my mouth.

I had gone there originally for a bit of action so I did not hesitate in sucking his cock hungrily. He was very vocal in his panting and moaning and then he let out a huge gasp rapidly fucking my mouth until he gushed a tasty, smooth load that slide down my throat. I kept sucking until he released my head from his grasp and pulled his spent cock from between my sticky lips. He wiped his cock with his fingers and zipped his pants back up.

“I know your name and I wrote down your license number so I do not want to hear any rumors, you understand?” he said sternly.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” I replied, “I liked it; maybe we can do it again sometime”.

“I doubt it,” he shot back and got into his car and drove out of the lot.

Truthfully I went back to the sports complex a couple times in the following weeks hoping I could suck him off again but that was the one and only time.

There, somehow being able to tell stories that are hidden in our past seems to give them the validity they deserve and me a sense of sharing without revealing secrets I vowed to keep to myself. Two stories I know can not and will not ever happen again in the sequences they occurred but stories I reflect upon many times while jacking off in the shower.