The summer before my sophomore year of college, I worked as a bartender. Throughout the summer, I would either sneak a bottle two of liquor out every week, or my managers, being cool as they were, would give me bottles, usually when they had promos and got the liquor for free. By the end of the summer, I had a massive stash.
One of my best friends and I found out we would be rooming together, and he had also built up a solid alcohol stash. Since we weren't 21, this was huge. We didn't have fake ID's, the town our school was in was dry (beer and wine only), and we only knew a couple of people over the age of 21. We seriously thought our stash would stretch out for at least half the semester, if not the entire semester. Our cabinets and fridge were overflowing with booze.
Once it was time to move into our dorm (which was more like a small 2 bedroom apt), we contacted some of the girls we knew and some of our closest guy friends and let them know it was time to party. After move in, we had 5 days until classes started. So, being the well-behaved students that we were, we went on a massive bender. This started with day drinking that went late into the night and sometimes the wee morning hours. We would sleep until 3-4 in the afternoon, wake up, eat a little something, then start all over again. During the first three days, I hooked up with a couple of different cute girls who would be good for some action throughout the year.
By day four, everybody was hurting, but we still had a decent stash (although we'd put quite the dent into it). After waking up and eating, we started texting everyone who had partied with us the previous three days. Pretty much everyone told us to fuck off. They were done. Their bodies couldn't handle another drop of alcohol. Only my roommate, one of our guy friends, and the girl he had been fucking (he met her thanks to us) were down to continue.
We started off strong with shots, followed by beers, followed by mixed drinks, followed by shots, etc, etc. Looking back, I honestly don't know how none of us puked our guts out that night.
As the night wore on, I got hornier and hornier (drinking does this to me). I was also in a state of delirium. For anyone who's gone on a multi-day drinking bender, you know what I mean. You're not just drunk, but a little fucking psychotic (kind of like if you've barely slept for a several days, but with alcohol mixed in). Shit just looks and feels different when you're at this state (and no, I wasn't on any drugs).
Anyway, the girl needed to get something from her dorm room. My buddy accompanied her, and once they got there, called us and asked if the girl's roommate could join the party. Of course I said yes!
A few minutes later they walked through the door. While they were gone, though, my roommate and I had polished half a handle of Jack Daniels. The girl's roommate looked cute, not hot, but definitely fuckable. Then she bent over and displayed her huge tramp stamp. My dick wanted some.
After a few drinks, she and I start making out and feeling each other up. Our friend and the girl left, and my roommate went to his room alone. Throughout the night, I was hard as a rock. I'm talking at least 4-5 hours of her sucking me, jerking me off, and dry humping. I tried to fuck her but she told me she was a virgin. I still tried to stick it in, but it would not fucking budge. I could barely fit my index finger in there it was so tight.
I gave up trying to fuck after a while because it was getting on my nerves. So I resorted to bending her over and dry humping her ass, making her tramp stamp my bullseye. It took forever for me to cum because I was so obliterated, but when I did, it sprayed all over the fucking place--her hair, her ass, the tramp stamp, and, somehow, her tshirt that was sitting on the ground got the worst of it. I ended up having to give her one of my tshirts to wear.
I rolled over and passed out for a couple hours. Then seven AM rolled around and I woke up next to this chick. She was a little chubby, but not fat. Her ass wasn't half bad. But then she turned around.
Believe me when I say it: when God made this girl, he bashed her face repeatedly with the ugly stick like Negan smashed Glenn's skull on Walking Dead. To this day, I can't recall seeing a girl with a more hideous fucking face. I was appalled.
My buddy and his girl knocked on the door. It felt like a hammer was slamming against my skull. My gut was sore--the kind of sore you get after an intense ab workout, except I hadn't done any ab exercises. They got her roommate and asked if I wanted to join them for breakfast. I just said, "No." They left, and the only people standing there were my roommate and me. To this day (13 years later), he remembers the look of disgust/malice on my face.
I said, "why the fuck didn't you stop me?"
He replied, "Looked like you were having a good time."
I said, "Fuck you," slammed my door, and slept until 7-8 that night. My roommate and I checked our stash, and other than a few beers and a half bottle of liquor, we were all out. We still don't know how we drank so much and survived.
Two days later, a bunch of us guys went to lunch at the dining hall. There were about 15 of us at the table, including some of the guys who drank with us days 1-3, but had no knowledge of what went down day 4. Sitting two tables over was the ugly chick, smiling at me, but she never approached (thank Christ). However, the friend who had fucked her roommate, being the dick that he was goes, "Hey guys, guess what?" and proceeds to point her out to the guys at the table.
The entire table pretty much simultaneously said, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I was the brunt of several jokes throughout the semester, and when we did see that chick around campus, my friends would point her out to other people within our social circle who didn't know about it, even girls I wanted to fuck. Those assholes. But it was all in good fun, and now I laugh about it. For a while, though, it was the source of my greatest shame.
I never got my tshirt back, not that I wanted it though, except maybe to burn it along with the memory.
One of my best friends and I found out we would be rooming together, and he had also built up a solid alcohol stash. Since we weren't 21, this was huge. We didn't have fake ID's, the town our school was in was dry (beer and wine only), and we only knew a couple of people over the age of 21. We seriously thought our stash would stretch out for at least half the semester, if not the entire semester. Our cabinets and fridge were overflowing with booze.
Once it was time to move into our dorm (which was more like a small 2 bedroom apt), we contacted some of the girls we knew and some of our closest guy friends and let them know it was time to party. After move in, we had 5 days until classes started. So, being the well-behaved students that we were, we went on a massive bender. This started with day drinking that went late into the night and sometimes the wee morning hours. We would sleep until 3-4 in the afternoon, wake up, eat a little something, then start all over again. During the first three days, I hooked up with a couple of different cute girls who would be good for some action throughout the year.
By day four, everybody was hurting, but we still had a decent stash (although we'd put quite the dent into it). After waking up and eating, we started texting everyone who had partied with us the previous three days. Pretty much everyone told us to fuck off. They were done. Their bodies couldn't handle another drop of alcohol. Only my roommate, one of our guy friends, and the girl he had been fucking (he met her thanks to us) were down to continue.
We started off strong with shots, followed by beers, followed by mixed drinks, followed by shots, etc, etc. Looking back, I honestly don't know how none of us puked our guts out that night.
As the night wore on, I got hornier and hornier (drinking does this to me). I was also in a state of delirium. For anyone who's gone on a multi-day drinking bender, you know what I mean. You're not just drunk, but a little fucking psychotic (kind of like if you've barely slept for a several days, but with alcohol mixed in). Shit just looks and feels different when you're at this state (and no, I wasn't on any drugs).
Anyway, the girl needed to get something from her dorm room. My buddy accompanied her, and once they got there, called us and asked if the girl's roommate could join the party. Of course I said yes!
A few minutes later they walked through the door. While they were gone, though, my roommate and I had polished half a handle of Jack Daniels. The girl's roommate looked cute, not hot, but definitely fuckable. Then she bent over and displayed her huge tramp stamp. My dick wanted some.
After a few drinks, she and I start making out and feeling each other up. Our friend and the girl left, and my roommate went to his room alone. Throughout the night, I was hard as a rock. I'm talking at least 4-5 hours of her sucking me, jerking me off, and dry humping. I tried to fuck her but she told me she was a virgin. I still tried to stick it in, but it would not fucking budge. I could barely fit my index finger in there it was so tight.
I gave up trying to fuck after a while because it was getting on my nerves. So I resorted to bending her over and dry humping her ass, making her tramp stamp my bullseye. It took forever for me to cum because I was so obliterated, but when I did, it sprayed all over the fucking place--her hair, her ass, the tramp stamp, and, somehow, her tshirt that was sitting on the ground got the worst of it. I ended up having to give her one of my tshirts to wear.
I rolled over and passed out for a couple hours. Then seven AM rolled around and I woke up next to this chick. She was a little chubby, but not fat. Her ass wasn't half bad. But then she turned around.
Believe me when I say it: when God made this girl, he bashed her face repeatedly with the ugly stick like Negan smashed Glenn's skull on Walking Dead. To this day, I can't recall seeing a girl with a more hideous fucking face. I was appalled.
My buddy and his girl knocked on the door. It felt like a hammer was slamming against my skull. My gut was sore--the kind of sore you get after an intense ab workout, except I hadn't done any ab exercises. They got her roommate and asked if I wanted to join them for breakfast. I just said, "No." They left, and the only people standing there were my roommate and me. To this day (13 years later), he remembers the look of disgust/malice on my face.
I said, "why the fuck didn't you stop me?"
He replied, "Looked like you were having a good time."
I said, "Fuck you," slammed my door, and slept until 7-8 that night. My roommate and I checked our stash, and other than a few beers and a half bottle of liquor, we were all out. We still don't know how we drank so much and survived.
Two days later, a bunch of us guys went to lunch at the dining hall. There were about 15 of us at the table, including some of the guys who drank with us days 1-3, but had no knowledge of what went down day 4. Sitting two tables over was the ugly chick, smiling at me, but she never approached (thank Christ). However, the friend who had fucked her roommate, being the dick that he was goes, "Hey guys, guess what?" and proceeds to point her out to the guys at the table.
The entire table pretty much simultaneously said, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I was the brunt of several jokes throughout the semester, and when we did see that chick around campus, my friends would point her out to other people within our social circle who didn't know about it, even girls I wanted to fuck. Those assholes. But it was all in good fun, and now I laugh about it. For a while, though, it was the source of my greatest shame.
I never got my tshirt back, not that I wanted it though, except maybe to burn it along with the memory.
