Anyone Ever Caught "In Flagrante Delicto"? Your stories...

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    Jul 29, 2010 3:14 PM GMT
    My own are quite tame, but here's one I remember about an ex-BF, after we had broken up:

    He was invited to this multi-million-dollar lakeside luxury estate in Minnesota for a nighttime rendezvous, some 60 miles from where we both lived at the time. He'd been having an affair with a married banker of some sort, and they were now naked in the outdoor spa on the back terrace, overlooking the lake.

    Suddenly the banker hears noises in the house that shouldn't be there, since the staff was not on duty. He grabs a towel and rushes inside, to find his wife has returned early from her California trip! He greets her in a raised voice to alert my ex, who's still in the hot tub.

    All his clothes are inside the house, but in a room with a terrace entrance, that does double-duty as a cabana for guests. He sneaks inside and grabs them, but he fears pausing to put them on is too risky. So he races back onto the terrace stark naked, holding his clothes.

    He runs around the side of the house, trying to get off the property, and finds it's completely fenced, all the way down to the water. His only escape route will take him past the front of the house and down the main drive. And the wife's car is by the front door, with luggage to unload.

    So he pauses to dress in some bushes, and then plans his escape down the drive, when it looks like the car has been unloaded. But he doesn't know if it still needs to be moved into the garage, or will spend the night there.

    Finally he decides the coast is clear, and dashes for the gate, some distance away. Only to find it closed and remotely operated, with no pedestrian entrance! His car had been left out on the street, at the banker's suggestion, who perhaps anticipated just such a situation with his wife.

    The gate was too well lit, high and obvious to climb, so he went back along a stone wall that wasn't too high, managing to boost himself over it. He succeeded in getting away safely.

    So now it's about 11 PM and my doorbell rings. It's my ex, and I've never seen him so flustered in my life. He's literally shaking, his face pale, his hair disheveled and still damp. He grabs me and begs for me to help him to calm down. I quickly make some drinks and sit him down, where he tells me this tale.

    Was it a true story? I'm inclined to believe so, knowing him and seeing the dreadful condition he was in, nothing I think he could have faked. We've laughed about it since, and he actually still sometimes sees that banker, who continues to live a double life. And your stories?
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    Jul 29, 2010 4:21 PM GMT
    The closest I've been to getting caught was giving head to this guy in his car which was parked in a liquor store car park. A car drove past us and he pushed my head down so I was gagged with his cock so the other car wouldn't notice my head bobbing up and down on the driver. The store was opposite an apartment block so someone might have been watching us.....

    But wow, your exes story tops the cake icon_biggrin.gif
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    Jul 29, 2010 4:53 PM GMT
    jim_e saidThe closest I've been to getting caught was giving head to this guy in his car which was parked in a liquor store car park. A car drove past us and he pushed my head down so I was gagged with his cock so the other car wouldn't notice my head bobbing up and down on the driver. The store was opposite an apartment block so someone might have been watching us.....

    But wow, your exes story tops the cake icon_biggrin.gif


    He had to push your head down so you had to gag on his cock? You're supposed to that on your own. icon_razz.gif
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    Jul 29, 2010 5:21 PM GMT
    is my "slut-whore" days, not too long after i discovered that guys were SO much more fun to boink than girls were; i was enjoying anal sex (safely, of course!) with a gay.com regular.

    we were goin' at it doggie style on his sofa, me deep into his ass, pulling his hair back so i could kiss him as i railed him....and his roomie comes in thru the unlocked front door of the trick's shotgun double house..

    the room mate wickedly smiled at both of us as he walked thru the front room of the house, heading to his room and the kitchen in the back of the house, not slowing down or pausing at all in his walk thru the house.

    the trick and I never paused or slowed down either, now that i think about it... icon_twisted.gificon_wink.gif



    the room mate and I hooked up a few days later on the same sofa.




    yes, i was a slut dog when i first came out.... icon_eek.gif
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    Jul 29, 2010 5:25 PM GMT
    rnch saidis my "slut-whore" days, not to long after i discovered that guys were SO much more fun to boink than girls were; i was enjoying anal sex (safely, of course!) with a gay.com regular.

    we were goin' at it doggie style on his sofa, me deep into his ass, pulling his hair back so i could kiss him as i railed him....and his roomie comes in thru the unlocked front door of the trick's shotgun double house..

    the room mate wickedly smiled at both of us as he walked thru the front room of the house, heading to his room and the kitchen in the back of the house, not slowing down or pausing at all in his walk thru the house.

    the trick and I never paused or slowed down either, now that i think about it... icon_twisted.gificon_wink.gif



    the room mate and I hooked up a few days later on the same sofa.




    yes, i was a slut dog when i first came out.... icon_eek.gif


    HAHA I was thinking before reading that u fucked the roommate , that roommate wanted dick LOL, that's a hot story.
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    Jul 29, 2010 5:25 PM GMT
    rnch said...yes, i was a slut dog when i first came out.... icon_eek.gif

    Weren't we all? I know I was. Thank gawd I was safe.
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    Jul 29, 2010 5:28 PM GMT
    Wilton said
    rnch saidi...yes, i was a slut dog when i first came out.... icon_eek.gif

    Weren't we all? I know I was. Thank gawd I was safe.


    yes, always "played safe" until the current bf and I became close. he's the only one i prolly ever will bareback with. i was/still am terrified of the consequences. icon_eek.gif

    all those gay.com tricks gave me the experiences to appreciate and cherish the guy that i have now. icon_biggrin.gif

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    Jul 29, 2010 5:35 PM GMT
    rnch saidyes, always "played safe" until the current bf and I became close. he's the only one i prolly ever will bareback with.

    i was/still am terrifed of the consequences. icon_eek.gif

    Well, if you are 100% monogamous, and have been previously tested negative over the period of time it takes for HIV tests to be accurate, then you ARE being safe.

    But if either of you ever strays, and does unsafe sex, you could be killing the other. But knowing you here, I think you already appreciate that. So enjoy!
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    Jul 29, 2010 5:38 PM GMT
    [quote][cite]Wilton said...But if either of you ever strays, and does unsafe sex, you could be killing the other. But knowing you here, I think you already appreciate that. So enjoy![/quote] i've told him several times that if this ever happens i WILL hunt him down and...... icon_mad.gif
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    Jul 29, 2010 6:12 PM GMT
    Here's one that comes back to me, not quite in the tone of this thread, but your indulgence.

    It was the mid-70s, and I had gone back to college, still active in the Army. I was trying SO hard to be straight, convinced that I was, determined to be "conventional & normal."

    So I'm scheduled to do a major TV production first thing the next morning (in which I was Majoring), and I wanted to be there extra early to set up, as soon as the buildings opened. My girlfriend was appearing on camera, and I wanted her there early as well, for some studio rehearsal time.

    So I said to her: "Let me pick you up the night before, and drive over to the campus, and we'll sleep overnight in my station wagon. I can put pillows & blankets in it, and we'll be comfortable. That way we'll have a good parking space and not have to haul all the show props and other crap from blocks away, and get it all set up early." She agreed.

    Needless to say we soon began having sex in my parked car, close to midnight. And although my wagon was among other student cars from the dorms, apparently the campus police patrolled closely and shined their flashlights into the cars.

    So that a flashlight hit my bare ass as I'm humping away in the station wagon. He knocked on the window, ordering us to stop, and to leave the property, since sleeping in cars was prohibited. At least we weren't arrested, nor our names taken. I appreciated his restraint.

    We went back to my own house, many miles away, which meant getting up even earlier the next morning, in order to drive over to the campus as early as I wanted, for a parking space near the TV studio, and to give me enough rehearsal time.

    Gawd, I was so obsessively focused in those days, all about the Mission. Now I'm just a retired, lazy old fuck. Who's unlikely to get caught humping bare-ass anywhere anymore, because I simply no longer have such overwhelming urges. But damn, it was good while it lasted! icon_biggrin.gif
  • rnch

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    Jul 29, 2010 6:47 PM GMT
    speaking of station wagons....

    wayyyyy back in the dim days of the mid 1970's, my gf's mother had a tank like, H U G E ford country squire station wagon, with a shag rug in the rear cargo area.

    with the back seat folded down, the "stretch out" area was immense. this interstate greyhound bus of a car NEVER overheated, now matter how long it was parked and ideling, with the a/c on full blast.

    as we were both still living at home at this time, and both broke college students, the gf and I "utilized" the back of that immense station wagon for "activities" that the ford motor company prolly didn't design it for. (nudge-nudge-wink-wink).

    one saturday night, we were the victim of "colitus-interruptus" three times, parking at the Major Make-out places in new orleans.

    the levee police caught us TRYYYYINGG to do it on lakeshore drive in the rain, the new orleans City Park police shined their spot lights in on us deep in the secluded tree area, and my 2 best friends at the time bounced up and down on the battering ram rear bumper that wagon had as we tried to pick up where we left off at while parked at "the point" (a small piece of land overlooking lake pontichatrain at the end of lakeshore drive).

    what with my off the wall, strange, perverse sense of humor, i burst out into laughter and giggles everytime we "got caught". my uptight girlfriend just got more embarrassed and mortifed everytime we were spotted.

    needless to say, i didn't get any THAT night....
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    Jul 29, 2010 7:14 PM GMT
    rnch saidneedless to say, i didn't get any THAT night....

    Damn, weren't those times great? I sometimes think kids today just assume nobody ever had any naughty fun before they came along.

    In 1982 I ordered a new 4-door Buick Park Avenue. I would have had a Cadillac, on the same chassis and the exact same huge size, but my friends told me that was an "old man's car." Not that the Buick was much better, but I liked the comfort & size for the long trips I took.

    And I had a girl friend at that time, so I said to her, let's have teenage sex in the back seat in some remote place. We drove to a dirt road notorious for car fucking. I pushed both electric front seats fully forward, and we violated the rear velour bench seat disgracefully. Weren't caught, though the cops came by often, and we did it a few more times afterwards.

    Ya know, to my way of thinking, if you don't have such silly & outrageous sexual adventures in your lifetime, you might as well join a convent. My time may be past now, but at least I have those crazy memories forever.