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Submitted by Marcus, Age 36, Florida
While living in Hogtown, I had a good friend who happened to be quite hot, who I had an off and on thing for. We were good friends, and both of us valued that, which made it tough and awkward during those moments when ‘the urge’ would strike.
Two of these moments are worthy of a telling. Hers first. One late night, after I had gotten home from work, I was settling down for a bit of chatting on IRC and some gaming. It was a boggy but not totally unpleasant Florida night, so I had opted to open my windows rather than run the air. I had just smoked a bowl which made me a bit jumpy, when there was a sharp rap on my door. Paranoia set in as I thought who the hell could that be at this time, but it was none other than my good friend. In a short, black, ‘do me’ outfit. She was a very hot buzzed chick looking for some action.
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Submitted by Jack, 28, San Francisco, CA
I got a call from this very sexy girl who had been dating a good friend of mine for several months. They had ended things on good terms recently, but rumor was that they might be relapsing occasionally. This girl was out of town visiting her terminally-ill grandfather. She said she would be back that evening….did I want to do something? She sounded upset, needed some distraction, humor, support, etc. I agreed, not considering this to be anything other than platonic.
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Submitted by Jimmy, Age 22, Salt Lake City, UT
So I’m from Salt Lake City, UT. You may have heard rumors about this place. Despite what you have heard, one thing Salt Lake City is known for is getting some ‘hanky panky.’ However, I’m still 22 years old and still haven’t had the opportunity to get some–until just the other night.
My friend was hosting a ‘back to school’ party last weekend. He and a bunch of my friends are off to college and so they threw one last rager before moving away. They had jungle juice, jello shots and all the food you could eat. I figured I better eat something if I’m going to drink with them. So they grilled up some burgers and dogs and I had like 4 hot dogs. Anyway, this girl, (we’ll name her…Beth) comes in, and I’m introduced to her by my friends at the party. They’ve been feeling bad for me cause I’m the only one who hasn’t gotten busy yet. My friends tell me that hooking up with her is like ’shooting fish in a barrel.’ And I’ll admit, she’s not the best looker in the bunch, but she sure has a great body. She starts off by pouring me a huge glass of jungle juice. I don’t drink much but I figured, “Why not?” She proceeds to ask me all sorts of questions about myself…Then I realize my friends have put her up to this. I mean, I know that she’s had sex with basically everyone there. I’ve heard the stories. Is it really my turn to get some?
Well to make a long story short, we drank more jungle juice–and more and more! Next thing you know, I had completely blacked out but somehow wandered into a strange bedroom with her. When I suddenly came too, it was dark and the only thing I could smell was her nasty perfume and suddenly…I threw up. She screams in horror and turns on the lights. My pants were down and she was already half naked! But as I looked across the bed, I threw up a bunch of hot dogs and juice and she was horrified. She basically threw her clothes on and ran out of the room. It was all of a sudden!
So if you want to know how not to get laid, don’t eat a bunch of hot dogs then follow it up with Jungle juice. No matter who you are..that will just extinguish any attempt to get some.
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Submitted by Rob, Age 30, Tulsa, OK
This is a little different than most HNTGL stories in that this was mid-relationship, but I figured you might appreciate a fairly spectacular malfunction.
So I got into a relationship with a kind, bubbly girl, and since we were very into each other we got to the deed very quickly.
Unfortunately I learned very quickly that we had a very interesting physical incompatibility… my penis is definitely on the large side, while her vagina was remarkably small. Sure, I could fit inside and move around and she seemed to enjoy things, but it was so unbelievably tight I was having some trouble keeping things under control for as long as I’d like, so to speak.
Since the problem was physical, doing math problems or imagining Bea Arthur naked wasn’t cutting it. I needed outside help, and so I swallowed my pride and turned to climax control condoms.
Now, I had no idea how climax control condoms worked. Maybe I thought they squeezed the penis at certain pressure points, or possibly summoned the Ejaculation Fairy to sprinkle duration dust on me. Unfortunately, it didn’t occur to me to test them out beforehand. Also, since I was a little embarrassed about the situation, I didn’t actually tell her I was switching brands.
We found ourselves in bed again, and things got to that usually-wonderful point when you know without a shadow of a doubt that happy things are about to happen. I whipped out the condom and began putting it on, but within seconds I learned the secret of climax control condoms — a numbing chemical. I felt like my naughty bits had been shot full of novacaine, and I could barely feel my fingers as I finished rolling it on. Okay, not what I expected, but I would be able to give her a little more pleasure, right?
Unfortunately, she wanted to give me a little more pleasure. Without warning she suddenly went down on me with gusto, which would normally be extremely hot. But five seconds later: “oh crap, why is my mouth going numb?”
The moment was ruined, but fortunately we’ve stayed friends.
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Submitted by Will, Age 35, Atlanta
So it’s my senior year and my high school girlfriend and I had been having hot and heavy makeout sessions for months - 2 or 3 hours of “heavy petting” that drove us both insane…alas this was before oral sex became so common so never any relief!
So one night around 11:30pm we’re at my house with my parents out of town she tells me “I’m ready! I want you inside me!!!” No objections on my part of course and I prepared to finally get on the scoreboard.
But then as I am shifting positions to get on top of her she thinks to ask me “hey what time is it?” I answer 11:30 and we both immediately sighed as her curfew was midnight and she lived about 25 minutes away.
So we reluctantly dress and are almost to her house, still frisky of course, and she suddenly exclaims “oh wait we turn back the clocks an hour tonight” This was relevant only because her much older parents usually went to bed around 10pm and were 100% the type to have changed their clocks before going to bed.
Unfortunately we realized that even with the bonus hour by the time we got back to my house it would almost be time to turn around and go back again…curses!
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Mike Jones, Age 29, Cleveland, Ohio
In 2004, I was working on the presidential election. Our campaign had a major event and we were all put up in a fancy hotel. One of the long-term volunteers that I had been flirting with all summer was also at the event, but not staying in the hotel because she was local to the area.
Midway through the second day, we were giggling in the back of the room during a very boring speech. She commented about how exhausted she was, and I said that I’ve got a room in the hotel. Well, off we went upstairs.
On the way, I was incredibly nervous and wondering what the hell I was getting into taking a girl up to my room without any condoms (and a girlfriend back home).
My questions were soon answered when we got into the room. My campaign-assigned roommate (the former mayor of a major city) was sitting in his bed watching TV with no pants on. He asked if she would wait outside while he got dressed, and he left, but the mood was dead.
We laid in bed, she took a nap, and two hours later he came back.
In the end, I’m glad he was there, because I never saw her again, and I married my girlfriend.
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Submitted by Mark, Age 39, Oklahoma
I was 28, single, and was finally dating. I met this pretty 26-year old girl at work who was a single mom with a 18-month old daughter. She was often tired from the day and turned in around 9 pm, and that’s when I usually left on evenings when I came by. No commitment here really but we were on first base terms and I didn’t push things, and I can’t even recall if I was ok with the status quo or was worried about a commitment.
One evening it was getting late. As usual, she said, “Well, we’ve got to take our bath and go to bed.”
“Alright.”
Then she said, “That is unless you want to join us.”
It kind of took me by surprise. Now anyone would have playfully said “sure” just to see where this was leading. A tease? Maybe. Two adults having some intimate time in the tub (which as I recall would fit us all), even if innocently bathing an 18-month old? I can see that being kind of interesting, and a prelude to what might have
happened after the tot was put to bed. I envisioned scrubbing her back while she bathed the daughter; all kinds of wonderful thoughts. But we were kissing earlier, so I was a bit turned on and had an erection that would have sprung free to destroy the evening. No, this anatomical party crasher was not going to be the centerpiece of tonight’s bathtime, and especially not with a child in the tub.
There was a moment of awkward silence. She didn’t laugh it off. I must have blotted out what happened but I think we played it off and didn’t give it much thought, and nicely said goodnight.
Thanks, boner. I left that evening wondering what might have followed from a simple “sure”. Years later we emailed and she said she felt as a single mom she had nothing to offer, and I guess being a bachelor I wasn’t yet ready to be a dad. We never did have sex. In hindsight I guess I should have brought some wine and a movie to get us off first base, but for some reason I never did that or didn’t know at the time what worked. I’m left wondering whether it was me or her that was worried about making the next move.
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Submitted by Shy Nerd, Age 24, Portland OR
So I entered and exited adolescence a shy, bashful nerdy type who had many chances to get laid and ended up successfully avoiding each one. The funniest story, however, came when I was still a virgin and in college. I had this female friend who I had developed a huge crush on, but I didn’t tell her because I knew she had a long distance boyfriend and I was much too awkward to entertain the idea that someone I was sexually attracted to shared an attraction for me.
We had been friends for a while and sexual tensions developed, but I figured they were all on my end. One night, after a dorm party, we ended up in her room, alone. We sat on her bed and talked for a little while, both a little buzzed from some rotgut vodka. After a short time talking, she gets up and says, “I’m just going to put on some music.” She puts on some soft instrumental music and we continue to sit on the bed. I have a stupid grin on my face (as I usually do) and continue to think about nothing. After a couple minutes of silence, she says “I’m just going to dim the lights.” I continue to sit on the bed and think about nothing.
After a few more minutes of silence, she says “I’m tired. Do you want to lie down?” So we both lay in her bed, and a few more minutes of silence pass by. Slowly, the gears in my head are in motion and I start to wonder if she may have an ulterior motive. After at least five more minutes pass by of us both lying in bed together underneath dimmed lights with soft music playing in the background, she says “Look, maybe we shouldn’t hang out so much anymore. I’m afraid something is going to happen.”
And this is exactly what I thought: “Something was going to happen?”
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