I posted this a while back so i am just going to copy and paste the story; please forgive me if the story is written in a slightly different context from the topic of this thread but it's still fairly relevant. I promise this is true by the way although I don't forsee anyone questioning it's authenticity after they read it.
I was a freshman in college and surprise, surprise, shit faced. A few days prior to this incident I fucked this girl who lived in the apartment below mine who could only be described as, and I mean this in the most polite and respectful way possible, a raging slut. It was a Friday night and a ton of the people who lived in the nearby apartments were hanging out in this grassy area, we'll just call it the grassy knoll for entertainment purposes, between the student apartment buildings. One of these delightful young adults was an openly and flamboyantly gay young man who took a lot of pleasure in announcing to everyone who was in ear shot that I was plowing this notoriously slutty six with nice boobs named Trista. Mind you there were tons of way hotter girls around than her and this dick head was totally blowing my chances with any of them who didn't already have herpes. Being young, stupid, immature, embarrassed, sloshed, and probably a tad bit homophobic I approached this fellow calling him every derogatory name in the book in a childish attempt to save face. At this point our antics had drawn quite a crowd. Not wishing to be further humiliated in front of my peers and potential human fleshlights I opened the physical portion of this confrotation with my go-to move at the time, the two handed chest shove. He responded in turn sending me flying several feet backwards due to the fact that I weighed around 150 at the time while this gentlemen was probably well north of 200 lbs and a few inches taller than me. The size difference mattered little to me at the time for I was under the assumption that my pention for pussy alone was enough to overcome anything a 220 lb homosexual could bring to the table. With a head full of whisky and right hand backed up by 18 years of societal programming assuring me that gays were sissys and fights always end quickly and in favor for the heterosexual with his haymakers I planted my feet and uncorked the biggest right hand my retarded being could muster. To my sheer unadulterated horror my punch landed on nothing but palpable waves of existential terror and broken dreams. *The gay guy then bear hugged me, and wrestled me to the ground. Thankfully, for my sake, he decided to forgo the raping in favor of sissy punches to the back of my head. *My friends quickly pulled him off of me before he had a chance to kick my head in or reconsider forcefully penetrating me. At that moment I'm not sure which would have been worse or more humiliating. To be honest I would have probably welcomed my skull being cracked just to put me out of the soul crushing misery that immediately washed over me the second that my big haymaker landed on nothing but air and the roaring laughter of people who I had only recently met and wished desperately to impress. I was so bummed out after this incident that I scarcely came out of my room for the rest of the semester; after which I dropped out (for more reasons than this but this certainly didn't help). That incident taught me a few very hard lessons. Don't pick fights with people, always be nice, don't bang sluts unless you can handle the consequences, and never put yourself into a situation where you're relying on skills you're only under the assumption that you have.
I was a freshman in college and surprise, surprise, shit faced. A few days prior to this incident I fucked this girl who lived in the apartment below mine who could only be described as, and I mean this in the most polite and respectful way possible, a raging slut. It was a Friday night and a ton of the people who lived in the nearby apartments were hanging out in this grassy area, we'll just call it the grassy knoll for entertainment purposes, between the student apartment buildings. One of these delightful young adults was an openly and flamboyantly gay young man who took a lot of pleasure in announcing to everyone who was in ear shot that I was plowing this notoriously slutty six with nice boobs named Trista. Mind you there were tons of way hotter girls around than her and this dick head was totally blowing my chances with any of them who didn't already have herpes. Being young, stupid, immature, embarrassed, sloshed, and probably a tad bit homophobic I approached this fellow calling him every derogatory name in the book in a childish attempt to save face. At this point our antics had drawn quite a crowd. Not wishing to be further humiliated in front of my peers and potential human fleshlights I opened the physical portion of this confrotation with my go-to move at the time, the two handed chest shove. He responded in turn sending me flying several feet backwards due to the fact that I weighed around 150 at the time while this gentlemen was probably well north of 200 lbs and a few inches taller than me. The size difference mattered little to me at the time for I was under the assumption that my pention for pussy alone was enough to overcome anything a 220 lb homosexual could bring to the table. With a head full of whisky and right hand backed up by 18 years of societal programming assuring me that gays were sissys and fights always end quickly and in favor for the heterosexual with his haymakers I planted my feet and uncorked the biggest right hand my retarded being could muster. To my sheer unadulterated horror my punch landed on nothing but palpable waves of existential terror and broken dreams. *The gay guy then bear hugged me, and wrestled me to the ground. Thankfully, for my sake, he decided to forgo the raping in favor of sissy punches to the back of my head. *My friends quickly pulled him off of me before he had a chance to kick my head in or reconsider forcefully penetrating me. At that moment I'm not sure which would have been worse or more humiliating. To be honest I would have probably welcomed my skull being cracked just to put me out of the soul crushing misery that immediately washed over me the second that my big haymaker landed on nothing but air and the roaring laughter of people who I had only recently met and wished desperately to impress. I was so bummed out after this incident that I scarcely came out of my room for the rest of the semester; after which I dropped out (for more reasons than this but this certainly didn't help). That incident taught me a few very hard lessons. Don't pick fights with people, always be nice, don't bang sluts unless you can handle the consequences, and never put yourself into a situation where you're relying on skills you're only under the assumption that you have.
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