My Weakness

Well, so much for my eating healthy... But fatty likes him some sweets.

Frat House Hookup

While sitting at home today because I'm off of work, I got an instant message from this guy that I hooked up with last semester. Turns out he remembered that I said I was from down south, and he has an internship for the summer not far from where I live. He asked me if I might want to "meet up" at his house, which I was pretty sure meant hook up, so I politely declined after telling him of the situation I'm in with Sam.

But anywaaaay, it got me to thinking about the one and only time that we hooked up, which was probably one of the strangest encounters I've ever had. So, here goes...

I'm pretty sure it was March, maybe April, and I had been perusing Manhunt (I know, I'm a sleezeball, but I was horny!) just looking at the guys in town. I got an IM from this guy who had an awesome, really built body, a tattoo on his upper arm, and a pretty big you-know-what. And he was black, which I thought was kind of hot since I hadn't ever hooked up with anyone who wasn't white before. But anyway, we got to talking (this was like 5pm on a Friday) and then we moved on to AIM before trading a couple of pictures and me saying to him that I would let him know if I was busy later.
So, it's about 10:30 that night and I had resigned to just staying in for the night and getting up early the next day to study or do homework. Then I get an email from him saying, "what's up?" I told him I was sitting in my apartment not really doing much, but I hadn't planned on doing anything. He asked me if I was still horny, and I said yeah probably. Anyway, blah blah, he convinces me to go visit his house because they were having a party, which meant that I could probably just sneak up to his room with him and not really get noticed since everyone would be schwasted. I head over to his fraternity house, which is only like a 5 minute walk from my apartment, and give him a call as I'm getting close, and he says he'll be down to let me in in a sec. This is Greek Week after all, so his fraternity is having a luau night and there are big fences set up around their yard with the party behind them. Of course there's a huge line of drunk and semi-drunk freshman lined up outside to get in, so I kind of just hang around trying not to look too conspicuous. He gives me another call saying he really is on his way out now. Right after he called, I look over and see the fence being knocked over by two guys who weren't allowed inside. They almost succeed in getting it pulled down when I see him. The guy I was waiting for running out of the gate with another guy, and then chasing the two guys trying to gate crash the party. He apparently chased them a whole block until they finally came back to the house. Then he saw me, winked, and went back in the house. WTF I thought, am I just supposed to wait out here?! A couple more minutes passed, and I was ready to leave. Not only wasn't I drunk at all, but I was waiting on a guy that didn't seem like he was coming.
Finally, I see him coming through the crowd, yelling at people to get the fuck out of his way, and then motions for me to follow him back through the party. I follow him through the gate, along the side of the house and through the party and into the house. All the way stopping every few seconds so he could talk to someone. We finally got up stairs, and that's where the fun (at least for me) began. I didn't know this, but apparently all guys in this fraternity decided to walk around almost naked upstairs, and drunk too, so even though I felt like a perv I was sure enjoying the show (especially the one guy who was wearing basketball shorts and now shirt, and his shorts were dangerously low, exposing just a little bit of crack... needless to say I was getting more turned on by the second. Anyway, the guy was talking to some of the brothers for a good 5 minutes, with me just waiting in the hall just trying not to let anyone notice me.
Finally he got away and we sneaked over to his room down the hall, and locked the door right away, haha. The funny thing about his room was that the window looked directly out on where the outdoor party was, so the people down there might have gotten a show.
By this time I was pretty tired, but he was still pretty hot. We sat down on his futon (how fratty) and started making out, then moving on to some hotter things. Needless to say, the boy is hung, and knows how to work it. At one point, we accidentally flipped the futon over since we were on the edge, and both of us fell naked onto the floor.
Once I, um, relieved myself, I was tired, and so was he. So he led me back downstairs through the emptying out house, and back onto the lawn. And with a really short goodbye, we parted ways.

Anyway, just thought I'd share one of the weirder stories from my college experience. Lesson: hook ups in frat houses are not as great as they're made out to be. But they're still kinda hot.