In the days before an app for everything, and surveillance cameras all over the place, it was easy to lead an active and rewarding sex life by paying visits to outdoor or indoor spots that had gained a reputation for being male/male hookup locations. Any university with a large enough student body came complete with at least one restroom where guys in the know (adults of all ages) could drop by to relieve themselves in more ways than the usual two. With the male population in general - and "college age" fellas in particular - horniness is pretty much a chronic condition. So campus "T-rooms" were among those where satisfaction was virtually guaranteed at any time.
Anyway...during one of my many servicing stops at a place where much fun was had back in the day, a regular closeted quickie partner happened by. We partook of our usual ritual in adjoining stalls, me sucking him. (I'd know that dick anywhere - LOL!) Once the "job" was done, the recipient of my skills breathed one last pleasured sigh and made his typical sprinting exit. I calmly mopped up the spooge, flushed the evidence of lewd and lascivious activity, and washed my hands before leaving.
Upon emerging from the T-room, I encountered a random group of people who were chatting with each other as they ambled by. We shared cordial nods and superficial smiles the way strangers do in passing. Only then - as I departed the building - did I feel something on the left side of my face near my mouth. Yep! "Ewwwwww." Not all of the evidence had landed on the floor.
Though I've never been "caught in the act," that incident was like being busted in a way just the same. I doubt anyone noticed the sticky stuff on my cheek since they were talking among themselves. But it sure was embarrassing regardless.