BUSTED IN A TEA ROOM

“YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR LEWD AND LASCIVIOUS CONDUCT IN A PUBLIC RESTROOM”- it was bound to happen...long overdue...considering I practically live in tea rooms.

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By Kevin McLean

It was bound to happen; as much sex as I have in public places it is amazing I hadn’t been busted any sooner. It is always a risk a tearoom queen like me takes whenever cruising the public restrooms.

But this time it was a little different. I wasn’t looking for a hook up; I went in there because I wanted to watch some action. I had been fucked that morning and the night before I came three times, so being horny was not my motivation. It was pure and simple curiosity on my part.

But as luck would have it, I went to the urinal and there he was: dashing, well dressed, handsome and sexy as shit. I started to take a piss, and he moved over to the urinal that was empty between us and he showed me his hard on. It was a very nice cut dick that was easily 8 ½ to 9 inches and he said: “What are you into?” I didn’t answer but then he said: “let’s go in the stalls. So he took the middle stall and I went in the one on the left. There was a very large glory hole in the partition and he motioned me to put my cock through.

He started to suck my dick and he was good. It was apparent that not only had he done this before, judging by the skill he had but that he was enjoying it thoroughly. He was so good he brought me to an orgasm. I was shooting my wad into his mouth and his face. No sooner I was done, he stuck his cock through the glory hole and said: “come on, now take care of me faggot, I want to fuck you”

Even though I had just cum, I would not turn down that kind of an offer, so I pulled a condom from my pocket and a little lube tube I keep for such occasions and put the rubber on his cock. When I started to apply the lube, the son of a bitch just came into the condom.

What followed was a nightmare. He pulled the cock back and I pulled out the condom. He put on his pants and stood outside my stall and said: “come on out faggot, you are under arrest”

He immediately put on handcuffs on me and called for a squad car. They were there within minutes and took me away to be booked. But through the trip to the station, the two officers were most insulting and totally out of line. They were clearly homophobes, verbally abusive and very arrogant.

I got booked, fingerprinted and photographed. I was read my Miranda rights and I made a phone call to my lawyer. By the time he got there I remembered that I had put the used condom full of semen from the officer. It didn’t dawn on me that this was my ticket to exoneration. I told my lawyer and he took the cum-filled condom, had a DNA done on it and got me out on bond.

My trial came up and as expected the bastard showed up, he was very cocky and had no idea what he was up against. When my lawyer told the judge that it was a clear cut case of entrapment, that the officer had lured me into the stall to have sex with me and that not only was he consenting, but that in the process I had retained the used condom with his semen in it. My lawyer said to the judge that a DNA test was done and if the officer was willing to have a DNA test proving that the semen in the condom was not his, and then the judge should sentence me to the full extent of the sentence.

The officer was distraught, you could see him sinking in his chair and the color would come to his face and then abandon it altogether giving him the appearance of a cadaver. He was perspiring and when the judge asked him if he was willing to take a DNA test he stuttered, he was obviously flustered and frustrated. He was unable to give an answer and the judge said that he didn’t believe the officer.

The judge ordered an investigation of that police station and as it turned out there had been 43 previous cases involving this undercover policeman and they were all thrown out, exonerated. I did a few queens a great big favor by keeping that condom. In the rush of the moment, when I put it in my pocket as he was telling me I was under arrest; I didn’t realize that I had enough evidence to get him busted. The son of a bitch got thrown out of the force. He even found out my phone number and made some threatening phone calls. I handled it beautifully because I told him that I was recording the phone calls and if he called me once more I was going to file charges.

I guess he figured he better cool it and stopped calling. I never heard from the bastard again.