I believe that I have related this before, but for the education of our newer Jubbers...
During Sir Ron's slut puppy days (between the ages of 24-32), I was quite the adventurous, wild sexual explorer.
I had picked up this sexy construction worker from Virginia. he was a cutie, early 20's, with a sexy accent, 5'7", wiry body, and a thick, beer-can like cock. He used to joke that because he was skinny, all the blood would leave his brain and rush to his cock, which did all the thinking.
He and I would get together for hours of mindless, dirty, hot sex at a no-tell motel just off the expressway in the city.
I ran into him one day at a downtown adult book store, but didn't have enough money in my pocket (or in my ATM account) to pay for the motel. He was hornier than fuck, and was dieing for at least a blow job.
He suggested we park my car in a parking lot that was not being used, behind a row of hedges, and I take care of him there. It was a Saturday afternoon, so Downtown Rochester was pretty much dead. I parked my car behind a thin row of hedges that separated the sidewalk from the lot on two sides (a building and another fenced parking lot completed the four sides. His pants came down and I went to town on him.
About 15 minutes later, my sexy young man was grunting and filling my belly with a load. He was really a Southerner...each time, after cumming, he always would ask me for a "napkin" to wipe up with (he actually meant tissue, but that was just him and I found it soooo sexy).
Today, the hedges are gone. When you drive by, you can see everything. Even then though, it was a little risky.....He's gone too. I lost track of him around the time I met my ex, Dave.
So that was Sir Ron's first real public sex show, on the corner of Plymouth Avenue and Church Street, in Downtown Rochester, NY