Alright... So. There was this guy who I had slept with before once, and it was okay. Just regular drunk sex--nothing spectacular. It had been quite a while since I had been laid, so when he suggested I meet him at a party one weekend, I was down. Being hot to get it and in it to win it, I wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. By the time I got to the party, I was pretty wasted....little did I  know he was even drunker than I was. Pretty soon we left the party and stumbled our way back to my dorm. Little did I know that in a matter of minutes the worst sex experience ever would ensue.... After doing the deed, we decided to go at it again. He wanted me to go down on him, so I obliged. He was kind of flaccid, which isn't surprising considering how drunk he was. But, I kept on doing work regardless. He began showing signs that he was about to come. Much to my surprise, rather than coming in my mouth, HE PEED in my mouth. Worst shock of my life. I sprinted to the sink and spit it out. It doesn't end there. I proceeded to yell at him for it (the girls that live next door to me heard the whole thing and told everyone), and then just fell asleep next to him. SHOULD HAVE kicked his sorry ass out. Sometime in the middle of the night, he got up out of bed and ambled over to my roommate's desk and was facing it. Then, he started pissing all over her desk, chair, notebooks, etc. Two months later, and she still doesn't know. I had to usher his dumbass into the bathroom, and he peed in the shower. I'm so bad at sex.

Zexy on April 30th, 2009 | Comments: 1

I was at my grandparent's summer house last year and there was a beach bonfire with a whole bunch of friends and some strangers. Sitting under the stars, drinking, blah blah I start really hitting things off with this girl. Unfortunately, her older brother (a lacrosse player built like a mule) was also there so I had to be relatively reserved. She had to go back for curfew and, being the gentleman that I am, I walked her back to her place.We got to kissing and then she brings me inside. Her room was in the basement so we didn't have to be too quiet. An hour or so into it, I stop because I could have sworn I heard something. (I had thought I heard things before but that was probably due to my imagination and petrifying fear that her brother was going to come downstairs for some reason). But this time, I wasn't imagining things. She slaps me in the chest and I get up and try to grab my clothes and make a run for the door. I figured I wouldn't make it in time (I was also missing my wallet, shoes, phone, etc.) so I just went into the bathroom and hid in the shower. I try to put my clothes on, but realize that I had grabbed my shirt, but her shorts. So, after standing in the shower in just a t-shirt with a still raging erection, I take off my condom. Shortly after, the light turns on and I begin practicing what I'll say to her parents. Luckily, it was just her, though her dad had come downstairs because he was hearing "strange noises.""So he went back upstairs?""Yes.""Do you want to...""Do you have another condom?" she asked, looking down. I opened my hand and realized that I had moments before taken off my only one. Now I carry dozens of them all over my body. I'm so bad at sex.

godimdumb on April 30th, 2009 | Comments: 2