[don-o]

My first exposure to the "gay" life was in the old Atlanta stadium. As I was leaving the men's room, I saw two men enter separate stalls, then one crawl on the floor to join the other.

Why I didn't go get a cop, I can't recall.

[Riverman94610]

Thats nasty!
Here is a “gay”story to trump yours.I’m at the local library and walk into the restroom.The stall door is closed so I go back out in the lobby and wait for the person to finish.A few minutes later this 15 year old boy walks out the door all red in the face and dazed.I walk back in and found out the stall door was STILL locked-HMM,I thought-thats strange.So I walk back into the lobby.
A couple of minutes later this old man around 80 walks out the bathroom door huffing and puffing and trying to adjust his dentures!All of a sudden I realized what had been going on in that stall.
I drove home and used the restroom THERE that day.