Bloody Boxers

I arrived at Union college to visit and old friend. So, Union college is beautiful but the girls I met were not. Now we know everyone visits friends at school to hang out with new girls for once so I was pretty disappointed. One girl in particular was far from attractive, well call her jess. Anyways, the girls in this dorm bring out a bottle of vodka to share between 5 people. Normally this wouldnt be enough to get me to the shit housed stage I usually function at, but these girls were terrible drinkers so I probably claimed more than half the bottle.

We all go out to a bar on campus which is the hot spot on Wednesday nights (yes Union college parties on wed instead of Thursdays… weird). By 11:00 the place is packed and I have completely lost track of the group I came with. I am really ok with this because they sucked anyways, not to mention I am quite literally in cruise control.

This is where the events of the night get fuzzy. I remember leaving the bar after getting into a small scuffle with two d-bags over the start of the line for the bathroom. I remember getting into an argument with the girl I came to visit. But mostly I remember fucking Jess (the far from attractive girl) with a Durex condom. [A side note about Durex condoms they suck, I guarantee that half the illegitimate children born today are a result of some ass hole saving a few cents by picking Durex brand condoms. Don't be fooled by their clever flavors and colorful packaging.] After breaking 2 condoms in this girl I drunkenly decided im fucked either way and go to town bareback.

I wake up the next morning confused as shit and sit up. Starring up at me from my crotch area is a puddle of dried blood. I am in shock and have no idea what to do or think. The troll sleeping next to me wakes up and then stares at my boxers and says oh my…. Out of all the things she could of said, the first thing this girl thinks of is “oh my”. What a dumb bitch.

The events of the night start to come to me and I suddenly make the connection between broken condoms, sex, dried blood, and the troll next to me. I booked out of that dorm room and into the showers where I scrubbed for 20 minutes fully clothed. Needless to say I didn’t give her my phone number.
I was Drunk Last Night.

One Response to “Bloody Boxers”

  1. Stockport says:

    Great story!

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