I was on a business trip to the NY city area. I had a Sunday afternoon to myself, so even though it was cold, rainy, and miserable, I drove into the West Village and popped into a bar. Within 30 minutes, I get picked up by a good looking guy, who is staying in a hotel a few blocks away, so we go to his room to fuck. About 10 minutes in, I realize he is not completely clean. But, he's making moans like he's going to cum soon, so I figure better to just finish him off, than the embarrassing "wait till I go to the bathroom for a touch-up" thing. But I miscalculated. It took a long, long time before he finally blew his load. When I pulled out, there was shit everywhere. Everywhere. I ran into the bathroom to wash up. I should have just taken a shower, but I realized my wallet is outside with a stranger, and I'm 3000 miles from home. So I just try to wipe off quickly. Every towel and facecloth is brown, and I'm still not clean. Finally, I figure it's good enough to run to the car, and drive back to my own hotel in the suburbs, and have a long hot shower. I go out of the bathroom and reach for my jeans. He's sort of blocking my way, and says "WOW! That was a great fuck! Can we do a second round?" And I'm thinking haven't you noticed the shit all over your ass and the sheets...
I get outside, intending to hustle to my car and just go. I bump into a friend on the street. "Oh! Eric! I didn't know you were in town. Can we go someplace? I need to suck your big dick!" I don't really want to discuss what just happened, so I just said I was just fucking and came (a little lie, I didn't cum), and it won't be hard. "That OK! I'd love to just play with that big fat meat soft!" he responds. I make some other excuse, and run off, and now he's mad at me.
It's now raining hard, cold, freezing rain and sleet. Finally, I get to my car. There's as $100+ parking ticket on the windshield, and two cops looking if they should add a second. Now I know what a truly shitty day looks like...