I tried having sex in the ocean. Do not want.
There is a baseball field called Harris Field on the corner of... I wanna say... Paul Ave and 205th St in the Bronx. It is elevated way above the street, so when the field is empty... but we didn't finish.
Mutual masturbation in a subway station below the main research branch of the New York Public Library. Got busted by an extremely creepy guy who looked remarkably like Gene Wilder. I don't think it was him though. I suppose we deserved his creepiness. He didn't see anything inappropriate, but I know he could tell we were up to no good.
Just before that, I'd blown that same partner in that library in a hallway. When we got kicked out, we'd been long finished, just sitting and talking. I'm pretty sure that security guard just sat and watched on camera and let us finish.
An empty classroom. Satisfied and dressed JUST before a janitor arrived.
All the cabanas and the VIP banquette at a wine bar that has since closed. Many, many many times. Oh! And both bathrooms there too. And also the doorway. And in cars parked in front. Regarding the cars, one of those times I pulled up in a sports coupe and it turned out to be just the right height for the dude I was seeing to get in behind me while I was trying to find something that rolled under the seat.
A clothing optional hotel in Hollywood, FL.
A pickup truck in the parking lot of a casino in Aventura, FL.
Back seat of a sedan somewhere in Broward county. Name of the town escapes me. Davie! We'd started making out in the parking lot of a comic shop, and just had to find someplace dark and follow through, so we drove a few blocks to a vacant lot he knew. It was just supposed to be a good night kiss, but it set us both on fire.
I know there are more, but those are the first ones that came to mind. These days I'm not so brave/inconsiderate. I could probably be recalled to the darkside, but my current sweetie does NOT do overt PDA. Holding hands, snuggling, hugging or a quick peck are his boundaries in public.