Category: Hookup Horrors

So, this is another hook up horror story. Rather than share my own, I’m sharing a story from a friend of mine. If you read about the guy who passed out on her, then you know who I’m talking about. She has just as many hook up stories as I do and she’s more than willing to share them. This is a story that revolves around a guy that she thought was part of a frat back in the day. I guess you could say that he was, but not the kind of fraternal brotherhood that you’re imagining.

She met him at a Halloween party

She met this guy at a college party that was filled with drunk students celebrating Halloween. The way she tells it is that the guy accidentally dumped his cup onto her shirt and soaked it through. That’s a really good way to pick someone up, but this apparently an accident. I don’t know if I believe that. Anyway, he apologizes over and over again and swears it was an accident. He tells her that he lives next door and she can use his dryer so she doesn’t have to leave the party and go home. She agrees because it doesn’t hurt that the guy is hot.

She got lost

They make their way next door and the place he lives in is really nice. He tells her that it’s a frat house and she believes him. It smells like a bunch of guys live there and it makes sense. Anyway, he points her to the laundry room and ducks into a bathroom to take a piss. She walks down the hall and things seem to not feel right anymore. There are no banners or photos or books or any of the other shit you see in a frat house. It’s just a big, old house and she’s apparently alone with a stranger in it. Also, she can’t find the door to the laundry room.

It wasn’t a frat

She gets frustrated and opens a random door to find a stairway going into the basement. If you’re going to have a laundry room then this is as good a place as any. She goes down the stairs and just comes to another door. That’s not all that strange, but she can hear some weird noises from the other side. She opens it up and that’s when she sees it. There are four or five guys is a big open basement all standing around in a circle. They’re wearing long robes with their hoods pulled up over their heads. They’re chanting this weird shit and there’s what looks like a sex doll in the middle of the circle. It freaks her out and she turns around to run the hell out of the place. It doesn’t happen, though. She slams right into the guy from the party and stumbles back into the dark basement. This is where the person usually dies in the horror movie.

It was a sex cult

She was freaking the hell out, but the group of guys laughing their asses off ended up calming her down. They took off their robes and walked her to the actual laundry room while they explained everything. They were a frat, but they were also a cult dedicated to sex or something like that. The way she explained it made it make more sense. Anyway, they were just doing their nightly cult activities when she walked in on them. The someone off handedly mentioned the weekly gang bangs they got up to and that was all she needed to hear. My friend got gang banged by a sex cult frat in college. I deserve a medal for being able to say that.

I had so much fun talking about my worst hook up that it seems a lot of people really enjoyed laughing at me. That’s fine. One of my friends liked it so much that she asked me to relay her worst hook up experience. It’s a pretty good one, so I’ll tell it the same way that she told it to me. If she still enjoys it after other people find out about it, maybe I’ll make it a regular things. There’s nothing wrong with sharing our most humiliating experiences and they’re always a good laugh.

She knew the guy

So this was a guy that she had hooked up with in the past. They had done it enough times that they were both able to start getting a little weird with the sex and that’s always a good thing. Anyway, she was horny one night, so she called him up. He didn’t have anything going on, so he invited her over. She showed up and, just like in my story, the guy was hammered. The two of them drinking together was nothing new, but she stone cold sober and he was about ready for a nap. They decided to just get into bed and go at it.

He went first

She says that the mistake she made was not paying attention to how close he was in his state. She was lying next to him and just jerking him off. It was all she could do to keep him hard in her hand. She was so focused on getting him stiff enough to fuck her that she lost all track of just how much stroking she was doing. He was in so state to tell her to stop, so she says that he just came in her hand. That was it for any hope of sex, plus she learned that men don’t have to be fully erect to ejaculate.

He tried to make it up to her

Even I his drunken haze, he felt a little bad about shooting his load off like that. He decided he could at least do the same for her and reached over to give her a handy. It would have been a nice gesture if he didn’t start snoring as soon as he touched her clit. So, basically she just went over to a drunk guy’s house, jerked him off, and now she just lying in bed next to his snoring self.

She still got a hand job

She says that now that he was passed out and she was still worked up, she just had to make the best of it. She just grabbed his hand and used it like a sex toy. She flicked her bean with a sleeping man’s hand and came all over it. Then she just rolled over, pulled his arm over her shoulder and fell asleep for the night. Hey, it’s still sex, even if you have to do all of the work yourself!

There are good hook ups and then there are bad hook ups. No one wants them, but they come anyway. There isn’t a whole lot that we can do about it. If you spend your time doing anything, it’s going to come with its own problems. I once had a hook up that was so bad I started to question whether or not I could go on. I had to question who the people I was hooking up with actually were. If it wasn’t my worst hook up ever, then it was certainly very close to it.

I met her online

This was a girl that I met online on a hook up. She had an ad looking for someone with a fair amount of oral talent to head over to her place and trade a little mouth action. I happen to be pretty good in that department, so I volunteered my services. A few messages later and I was on my way over to her place. It wasn’t terribly far away, but it was the end of the night, so I had no other options if she turned out to be catfisher. I wasn’t prepared for what she actually was.

She was well-sauced

She answered the door and I could immediately smell the alcohol on her. I’m never one to turn down a good drunk fuck, but this girl was over the line. She was stumbling and slurring her words, and practically fell to the floor when she turned around to lead me inside. I hate to say it, but even I have my limits. She was clearly losing control of herself and I had to tell her that I wasn’t comfortable having sex with her in that condition. I mean, who knows how she’s going to feel about it after she sobers up?

She begged me

I tried to leave but she wouldn’t let me. She actually got down on her knees and begged me to eat her pussy for her. She had this whole story about having a few drinks to loosen her to the point where she was able to look for a hook up. I guess I’m a softy underneath because I agreed to go downtown for her. I even said I’d do it without any reciprocation. I could see her being okay with a pussy eating after she sobered up, but remembering that she blew some random dude might be too much for her.

It didn’t last long

Anyway, she stumbled and fell onto her bed and spread her legs for me. I assumed the position and it smelled like someone has poured a whole fifth of vodka down there. Still, I’m there to do a job, so I go to work. I’m eating her pussy like it’s the last let of lips on the planet when I hear it. She was snoring! I look up and she’s passed out cold on the damn bed! Well, that was enough. I wasn’t about to wake her just to lick her pussy for her. I just got up, through the blanket over her, and left. That was literally the worst hook up I’ve ever had. I couldn’t even give the other person an orgasm, let alone have one myself.