i've only had one one-night stand ever, when I was about nineteen. I went over to my pharmacist's (if you know what i mean) apartment to pick up some herbal substances haha. he had a couple of friends over, three girls (one of which was his girlfriend and another his sister) and a guy. the guy was totally gorgeous. the tall, dark, handsome, quiet and brooding-type. he sortof looked like a teenage david boreanaz because he seemed sad... like someone close to him had just died or something extremely bad had just happened to him. anyways, i stayed for awhile. my dealer's sister and the third girl (her friend) left, so us remaining four lit up a couple joints and opened a bottle of wine. when i felt i had overstayed my welcome (aka once the bottle was done lol), i said my goodbyes and the guy asked me if i wanted to have a drink at his place.
i didn't take it as a sign of lust or him making a pass or anything of the sort. he was ridiculously hot but (not to sound conceited) i've been told i'm quite the looker too and my friends growing up were... what in high school they call "the pretty people" so i thought it was just another good looking guy who shared my passion for decriminalized but still illegal green substances and being spontaneous, so i went with him to his apartment. the moment we got through the door he literally pushed me up against the wall and shoved his tongue in my mouth. i was completely in the closet at the time and so shocked (I'm 6 foot and i wanna say he was about 3 inches taller than me so he was quite a big guy), i thought he was straight the entire time as well so my first reaction was he was going to beat me up and rob me (if he was friends with my dealer then he might have told him i was a trust fund baby) so i elbowed him in the ribs.
he gasped and got off me and asked me wtf was my problem.
i apologized and told him he just took me by surprise. he started crying and i started feeling really awkward so i offered to leave, but he asked me to stay. i was contemplating it over in my head when he took off his shirt and started rubbing the side i elbowed him in and then i noticed he was completely hairless, had a six pack and no tattoos (that's a 3 for 3) so i basically sat my ass down.
i asked him if he was ok, and he replied he was "physically". i laughed out loud to this and asked him if he was okay emotionally. he began to tell me he had trust issues and i was the second person he had ever kissed and the fact i elbowed him hard in reflex to it made his dwindling faith in humanity a little worse. I apologized but said i didn't believe him (there was absolutely no way a guy that hot had only kissed one other person in his entire life, like, for real. i must have kissed over a hundred girls alone JUST from playing spin the bottle at birthday parties in middle school). he started crying AGAIN and i (knowing this would probably be the best way to make him stop) just started making out with him, he already had his shirt off and i thought ytf not. he continued to cry with my tongue in his mouth and my hands squeezing his ass. it was the most surreal and awkward moment of my life. i stopped and he began apologizing profusely.
*TO MAKE A REALLY LONG STORY A LITTLE SHORTER*
he poured us some drinks and explained to me why he had "trust issues". he was a sophomore at usc (i was a
Freshmen at ucla at the time) his boyfriend of 3 years who was a year younger than him (my age) went to berkeley for his undergrad. he said it was tough enough being in the closet and in a long distance relationship, but now that his bf was out of high school it had become even harder. he told me for his 3 year anniversary which was the week before this all took place, he had driven up to berkeley to surprise him. when he got there, he said he apparently wanted to come say hi to him and have him wait on him because he was a waiter at an olive garden or something (dont remember, dont care) but the hostess said he had just left. he'd thought he'd seen his bf's car in the parking lot walking up to the restaurant so he walked out to it to see if it was really his, only to discover his boyfriend in the backseat "with his pants around his ankles, balls deep inside his high school aged *female* coworker."
we drank a little more and he asked me to stay the night. i'm really self-righteous and i sortof have this rule where i don't sleep with strange men whom i've only known for 3 hours haha so i made up some excuse about having a class in the morning. he called me out on it (it was a saturday night) and asked me to PLEASE stay... so I did.
we had sex. it was incredibly awkward. why you ask?:
1) he told me i was a good kisser in the middle of it, i said thanks, and then he stayed completely still for like 10 seconds and glared at me like he was waiting for something... until i actually said "you are too" we started to continue.
2) THEN he out of nowhere says "i know you don't but can you lie to me?" i replied "oh no i'm gay too, i'm totally into you don't worry" to which he said "...no. i want you to tell me you love me." and i did it... i lied to him.
3) the icing on the cake was when he was close to cumming he started calling me "billy"... "oh billy, ohhh... billy". I say to him "uhhh... my names not billy" and guess what he says? "yeah... i know." and then continues to call me it.
****MORAL OF THE STORY***
don't have sex with strangers. especially gorgeous ones. if you're VGL yourself or have a lot of friends that are then you'll already know that the incredibly hot ones are ALWAYS the ones with the most baggage. and if you're unfortunate in the looks department, don't feel bad because hot people are never good in bed because they've never had to be. true story.
oh, and don't sleep with random ugly people either... cause that's just sad.
