What is the creepiest thing you ever done because of a crush

I stole my crush's underwear once.

Went into his house when he was gone to look around and smell his things.

In high school I stalked a fellow student named Matt. Calling his house, sending love letters, going to where he worked, sitting in a car outside his house. I did everything i could to become part of his group of friends but it never happened. It got to the point that I was freaking myself out and skipped school for two weeks to go cold turkey.

[quote]What is the creepiest thing you ever done because of a crush

Oh, dear.

Op. people like you scare me, also its illegal. I really fail to see how this could excite you or anyone else

Ok you people are animals LMAOO

Are you all serious? This is some twisted shit right here.

Opened his mail if it looked promising if it got left in the common area and looked promising for a birthdate to try and find out how old he was - instead of just asking. (I hit pay dirt one day. He was three years younger than I was.) We lived in the same apartment. This was pre every single thing being online. Oh - it worked out. He was interested.

Allowed myself to be convinced by a dark star female friend to go visit an ex's apartment in the middle of the night (this was college). God help me I can't remember WTF we thought that would accomplish, but he and his roommates came home in the middle of it and we had to escape. We did so by going around the back and hiding until they parked and set out the front after whatever they thought we were. Then we left quietly.

I think my favorite stalking ex behavior came from another college female friend with supermodel good looks. She'd break in to her ex's condo through the window and listen to his answering machine to see who was calling him.

In high school, I used to slip explicit notes into his locker and stand nearby when he'd find and read them.

I used to work at a horse facility and i was about 16 yrs old . did not know why but i went in the changing room and jacked off smelling this old cowboys jeans. he was hot

I once wrote a very explicit letter (this was before email) to a guy I had a crush pretending to be a girl and begged him to send a pic of his dick to me so I could roll it up and it put in my vagina. I never got a reply.

I wanted to send him flowers at the coffee shop where he works but I never did. Instead I haunted an online forum endlessly asking strangers what I should do and then ignored the advice.

I wanted to sell him used textbooks but never did. Instead I haunted an online forum endlessly asking strangers what I should do and then ignored the advice.

I posted endless pictures of men and women and asked everyones' opinions.

[quote]Instead I haunted an online forum endlessly asking strangers what I should do and then ignored the advice.

You're a natural for Datalounge then.

I used to go to places and WAIT - poignantly with a tender heart - and expect him, or his replacement, to show up. Joshua Tree and Santa Monica/Venice both figured into this.

I had lunch at the Holiday Inn 5 days a week (for months) just because I thought this guy was so damn cute.

changed my flight to Paris to be on his flight. during which i chatted him up and made a date to meet for something. not a date date. At each date, I would stealthy learn what parties and events he would go to and then I went to those as well. etc etc. well we finally fucked a few times a few months later but he was just not into me.

Go figure, R16.

Pine. Pine. Pine and ignore my life... for lengthy periods. Heartsick & stupid.

In my thirties i had just started to make good money. i went to Rio. I met a boy who had a rich boyfriend. they were going to new york from Rio. i paid alot of money almost 20yrs ago $4,000 to upgrade my ticket to first class so i could fly and sit near them. The boy was supposed to ditch the boyfriend and then come with me. In customs they both ditched me.

I shot a President.

Don't lie to us John. We know why you did it. Did W promise to let you blow him?

I collect photos of him from the internet. I like to look at them.

I'm dying laughing. There are a lot of creepy and thirsty people here. Some of these would best go on reddit/r/letsnotmeet.

I used to have a locker next to the cutest boy in school. He was quite hairy for a teen boy. After showers, I would ogle him as he dressed up, and then after he was done changing, I would hang back a little and always find that he had shed some pube hairs.

I collected his pube hairs into a little jar I had, and later, attempted many occult-type spells to make him mine.

It never worked. :(

R24 sure you did

Applied for a job where the guy would be my interviewer... lol. Completely faked my resume just to get the interview too!

R16, I am not saying you didn't do that, but that was also pretty much the end of an episode of Will and Grace. Will and Grace were suppose to go to Morocco and Grace ended up not going leaving Will at the airport where he ran into some random guy he had been crushing on who was headed to Paris, Will changed his reservations and went to Paris instead.

My roommate clickjacks his video porn cam twinks after sending them lots of money in tips. He's an IT professional who makes big bucks. He gets into their laptops and uploads an Apple Webkit for Developers (the camera is in the screen, bypasses webcam). He watches all of their private shows for free and even competes with their clientele.

Wow, he sounds like a rapist type.

[quote] At each date, I would stealthy learn what parties and events he would go to and then I went to those as well. etc etc. well we finally fucked a few times a few months later but he was just not into me.

This guy just fucked you to finally give you what you wanted and so that you would stop obsessing over him.

He got to lose his shadow, you got to finally get in his pants. Just be happy with that.

I stole my high school crush's fithy underwear (and was almost caught at it).

Bravo, R12. I see what you did there.

[quote]I once wrote a very explicit letter (this was before email) to a guy I had a crush pretending to be a girl and begged him to send a pic of his dick to me so I could roll it up and it put in my vagina. I never got a reply.

I cannot stop laughing at this. If your crush was Prince Charles he probably would have replied.

Kirsten Dunst also has niblets - fang-like niblets. I prefer those as well.

r27? Did Will get him? I got mine, in a Newport Mansion no less. But as I said, he wasn't into me so it was all my immature needy crush.

R 34 post was meant for the Ben Affleck has niblets for teeth thread.

I almost bought a magic spell kit in my desperation to get this guy I had a crush on. The guy was straight and he was way out of my league even if he was gay and available. I just figured no spell could bring him to me so I just pined over him until he was out of my life a few years later. I can't believe I actually considered buying the kit, I don't believe in anything like that but it's amazing how lust can warp your mind.

My college crush had a room in the basement of an off campus house. I used to sneak over almost the same time every night to watch him jerk off, the curtain on that window was never fully closed since it faced a dark area between his house and the neighbors. With a large bushes covering the street no one could see me crouching down watching him cum night after night.

I had a roommate I had the hots for. One day he went off to work and I snuck into his bedroom, and found he had jerked off a hot load into a Kleenex he put in the wastebasket. I swallowed it down.

Would sneak in his house to sniff his jockstrap, Speedos, and underwear while I jacked off. One time a neighbor saw me and told him. He asked why I was sneaking into his house and I told him the truth. What else could I say? He was actually amused.

Agree. Webmaster needed down aisle R38. Mon Dieux

R37, I can just imagine. You're adorable, now R38 makes anyone's flesh crawl. Because you remember the same thoughts when you were 8 but you, fortunately, didn't stagnate at that level.

R39 EEEEW. Creeping nightmares now in houseshare.

I spend hours cyberstalking to learn everything I can about a person.

R44, give ya a generous 3/10.

Remember friend from long ago. Talented top 5% earth population Became a drunk. Sobered up eventually but he would stalk any blond blue eyed guy, no matter. His crush was the liquor store kid. Calling everyone drunk when sporting nocturnal hours.

I would ask some of you to take a seat but I'd need to rent a conference room to finish this sting operation.

I once wished some competition be gone from a distance of seventeen miles. As I wished it was reported back to me to the word.

Y'all are amateurs. I've been creepin' on boys/men since grade school. This story isn't too creepy, but he was a major long term crush.

Before I started elementary, I had a couple of different babysitters... I guess my gayness was too much for the babysitters to deal with. Anywho, one of those babysitters happened to have a son my age. One day, we were in his room about to start removing our clothes and play doctor, when his bitch mother walked in on us. From that point all through school, I was mesmerized by his milky white skin, and dark black hair. We weren't in the same kindergarten class, but every other grade after that, we had the same teacher.

In the 6th grade, I moved to another state. My primary teacher at my old school, was a nice older lady, who kept in touch with me as a pen pal. I missed seeing him and I wanted a picture to remember him by, so I asked if she could take a picture of the class and send it to me to remember them by. She was nice enough to send 2. I looked at those pictures everyday, sometimes masturbating thinking of him.

Years later, I moved back and he was still hot. When we were in high school, we went driving a female friend's truck into the boonies. It was me, him, and the girl's younger brother, probably about 3 years younger than us. I think me and my crush were 15 at the time. At some point, we stopped and got out. My crush jokingly mentioned something about making out. I was scared to take the bait. I suspected the young kid was gay too, and probably wouldn't have minded it. I could kick myself in the ass, for not taking a chance that day.

Both of them ended up marrying women and having children. I saw my crush years later, at a store, when I was in college. He stopped and stared at me. I wasn't in the best of health at the time and was embarrassed for not keeping myself healthy. I kept walking, like I didn't see him.

I had a crush on this guy at work, he was so hot and I obsessively told this friend of mine all about the guy for a year. Sneaking pics to show my friend etc. So finally I get this great job offer and on my last day he comes up and asks me out. He was just so sure of himself and kind of seemed like he was tossing me a bone so I blurted out "No thanks I don't date". I told my friend and he was like " asshole, I've listened to your tiresome shit about this guy for fucking ever". I said I know but I didn't like his attitude. For months that was my friend's standard decline about everything. Want a soda? "No thanks I don't like it's attitude".

[quote] I wasn't in the best of health at the time and was embarrassed for not keeping myself healthy. I kept walking, like I didn't see him.

Translation: I gained 300 pounds.

I'm speechless.

I know of one creepy fucking thing that happened to a mate of mine. He was a model in the 1990s - nothing major, did a couple of catalogues, made a fair bit of money doing so - and when he was in his mid-thirties, moved to the south of England. Still lives there, nice quiet life, runs his own garage, etc. A few years ago he started an Instagram account, putting up pictures of himself at work, him and his wife messing about with car engines and a couple of pictures of where he lived - the usual shit. The thing is - he wasn't posting exactly where he was, or where he'd been; for example, he posted a picture of himself and his wife on holiday in South Africa (if you've watched Black Mirror, remember the house from San Junipero? That area) and he posted a couple of pictures of himself fixing up his "new but fucking ancient" Jaguar. But it seemed that was enough for a man online to start stalking him.

My friend's not exactly super-savvy about creeps online, so he didn't really see anything wrong with a random stranger putting up a comment on a picture of him trying to surf, or a like on a retro picture of his modelling days. Myself? I thought it was weird. I mentioned it to my friend, got laughed off, told not to worry. And then about four weeks later he phones me to tell me that his wife had went downstairs that morning, hears something outside and opens the kitchen blind to see a man trying to get into the house. Police were called, man was arrested and it turned out that the man was the same guy online who apparently had a massive crush for my friend ever since he saw him in a home shopping catalogue in 1998. Yes, I wonder if he was a DLer.

The guy had found out where he lived by putting clues together - he had noted a certain house in the background of a shot of my friend's Jaguar, he had seen a bus with a route number printed on the side in another shot and he had seen a council logo printed on a wheelie bin. He even figured out where he lived by finding out what agency my friend had modelled for in the 1990s and using the Internet Wayback Machine to discover his full name, then Googled his name using all of the clues he had. We never found out what this guy planned to do when he got inside the house - probably sniff my mate's underwear, no doubt - but it was a wee bit freaky. It's why to this date that I don't have anything with my face or real name online. Mind you, it inspired the wife to take up martial arts. You should see her when she's dealing with the frau next door.

I started college when I was 17 and was immediately hit on by a professor who was 40. A torrid affair ensued, in my mind, at least. In retrospect, I have no idea what he was thinking. We did it very regularly for three months, then he dumped me before the end of the semester. I was wrecked.

And for Christmas, I gave him a beautifully wrapped box containing a long white robe, a can of gasoline and a box of matches.

This thread is hilarious. Also let's keep it concise fellas.

R50 you're so sad.

Concise and first person.

And cut the pearl-clutching and judgmental pity gasps.

The OP called for creepy, and DL delivers. Swoon silently on the fainting couch, if you must, but spare us your dismay.

Thank you, creeps, for your sharing.

Back in college, this really cute guy handed me a fraternity flyer while walking on campus. I was an idealistic sjw at the time but I ended up rushing and pledging the fraternity just to be around him.

I never really minded the hazing and pt workout stuff because he was shirtless most of the time and was one of the more lenient members.

Anyway, the social events got tiring and I started missing them. My punishment was to wash all his dirty laundry. I would sniff and wear his boxer briefs. Eventually, I did wash it but then wore them again before giving it back. I depledged right after and got back to being an annoying sjw for another year or two.

1. once I hired a private detective to find out everything about a man in arizona and texas named T.C Thorstenson because i saw his picture riding a buffalo Then i found out he was marred to wealthy woman who had just died. I just looked and he is not hot anymore. glad i dropped that plan

2. I used to watch Gilad or whatever his name was . A fitness guy in Hawaii. I had big crush on him and even contacted him with investment business proposal/ plan. it went now where. i loved him

TC Thorstenson turned out to be a whole lotta fun. You missed the boat, r59.

You sure you wanna know?

r51 I've suffered from anorexia most of my life, but thanks for asking.

Not all that creepy, but honest. I worked for a florist shop in the city, delivering flowers all over the downtown area (walking, the whole time). I also deposited the cash register receipts every day at a local bank. One of the tellers was cute, and made a point of flirting with me. I eventually bought some flowers (yes, bought, not stole) and delivered them to him from a 'secret admirer' and didn't include my name, but included my home phone number. I got a phone call that evening from him, thanking me for the flowers, but telling me he already had a partner, and wondering who the fuck I was. Not being all that cagey at that age, i told him exactly who I was, which just meant that every subsequent trip to the bank was awkward and humiliating. When you're young and starry-eyed, you do dumb things.

[quote][R51] I've suffered from anorexia most of my life, but thanks for asking.

Uh huh.

R60. ok, so i have made some bad choices in the men i am attracted to. I am trying to change. One of my boyfriends was voted the hottest man on the planet by over 500,000 women . I really loved him. But it turned out he was a sociopath and set fire to his ex girlfriends car in her underground parking garage. He was so very attractive but i knew then that I had to break up with him. my boyfriend prior to him i kicked out of the house 17 times.Not really a boyfriend but a man i met off match he was an ex versace male model and he was listed as matches top hottest men . so i started sending him messages and asking for pictures and had him come visit me. He was so beautiful. We started to lose contact and then this actress brought him back to this city. Actually the actresses ex manager and he got involved in drugs and now he is in prison up in northern california for a very long time.

What was his name, r60. DL loves to research the dangerous men of your past.

R66. I know these queens love to research but its too small a planet. My bad boys are easily discovered. i prefer to remain private and share just enough. another boyfriend was ex chippandale dancer. 6'4 210 . I saw him on face book after 7yrs . i sent him message. it goes to your inbox not as a friend. so it took him almost 4yrs to respond. 2 months ago he friended me to talk .He is married with 4 kids in arizona. we wrote back and forth joking for about an hour. Then i noticed he unfriended me the next day. guess he does not want his past coming up.

Who are these thread police telling posters to keep it concise? The point is to share stories. We want background and details.

R65 Straight fish stories = boring.

R69 is that a fish story? Either way, fascinating. It has all the key ingredients. Fashion models, drugs, arson, prison, ratings, show business, and designer labels. I, for one, am hooked.

R70 Lol, a hooked fish.

Oops! We've got our lines crossed. Does "lol" mean " I see what you did there" or is it a sign of being way too slow to keep up with the troll? You never know these days.

-zzzzz

"Zzzzz" the air out of R73's inflatable traffic cone butt plug. The wind through his ears.

[quote]And for Christmas, I gave him a beautifully wrapped box containing a long white robe, a can of gasoline and a box of matches.

This made me laugh out loud. Though that might actually be the Ambien kicking in. Partly.

I have always heard that Lesbians own this thread!

[quote]one day when he was off work, I jerked off into his coffee cup.

That's kind of tame. Especially if you cleaned it afterward. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

You gays need to get out into the world more. why is this a "fish" story? I am a guy and my boyfriends were guys. as in male. wake up you narrow minded little twats. Many situations in life allow sexuality to become very fluid and if you dont know that by now then your life revolves around this stupid little website. starting in junior high i played with guys. In my frat i played with guys. some who went on to get married and i guess now identify as straight but who the fk cares. some of you are so adamant that someone is GAY GAY GAY it gets so old and only proves how ignorant alot of gay men can be. Lots of people experiment sexually , that does not define them for their entire lives.

During my frat days, we had a communal bathroom with a row of shower stalls on one side, and a line of wooden pegs on the wall opposite them. The brothers all had their own reserved peg, meaning that when you came in and heard someone in the shower, you could look at which peg had shorts, or jock, etc. hanging from it and deduce who it was. Because of this, whenever I saw that a particularly hot brother was showering after a workout, I would casually walk down to his peg and just inhale his running shorts and/or jockstrap. I also stole underwear from time to time and then after I got home I'd hold them to my nose while rubbing one out.

Good times.

Looked at their IG stories with airplane mode on.

And bump.

I cooked his pet rabbit.

Drove 60 miles a day, just so I could have lunch with him, 5 days a week.

[quote]Remember friend from long ago. Talented top 5% earth population Became a drunk. Sobered up eventually but he would stalk any blond blue eyed guy, no matter. His crush was the liquor store kid. Calling everyone drunk when sporting nocturnal hours.

Say whuh?

r10 = Mr. Hands

I got a straight job, OP. I thought I might die in a k-hole of banality, but once I got my man I quit.

[quote]I once wrote a very explicit letter (this was before email) to a guy I had a crush pretending to be a girl and begged him to send a pic of his dick to me so I could roll it up and it put in my vagina. I never got a reply.

You see...women just don't do that kind of shit. They'll get yeast infections and shit.

I was scrolling down to post that I’d had the nerve to tell a boy in grade eight that I liked him on Valentine’s Day. He wasn’t interested, and avoided me for the rest of high school. That still makes me feel like a creep.

But OMFG. The above posts. W.T.F..

This thread is like BPD on steroids.

[quote]one day when he was off work, I jerked off into his coffee cup.

You are a hopeless romantic OP.

A filthy, disgusting, hopeless romantic.

Like R31, I was an underwear thief. When I was a sophomore in high school, new lockers were being installed. For gym, we had to share old lockers for a few weeks. It was 4 guys clothes in a locker. My best friend wore the same brand and size of FTL briefs. I grabbed his underwear and put them on. He took my briefs and wore them without thinking. Mission accomplished. I had his underwear. That I kept until I was in college.

I have to say that even though most of these stories are probably not real, it takes extraordinary imagination just to come up with it.

Kudos - the DL is nothing if not inventive.

When I was in my early teens, I had a huge crush on my friend's cousin who was visiting for the summer. The guy must have been around 18 while I was, likely 14 or so.

I didn't know how to handle it--so I figured I'd write him an anonymous note. It started with the "I like you alot" stuff , but then gravitated to become a nasty sexual note about what I wanted to do to him (Those raging teenage hormones made me do it).

I stuck the note under his house doormat. I would jerk off, imagining him reading it.

A week later, I was helping the elderly sisters who lived in the next door townhouse attached to the house of my crush. I saw, on their desk, along with their other mail, my note!

I left it there.

Jacked off at the window of my apartment building while my (very straight) crush was repairing his bike with a friend down below. Just couldn't help myself after his shirt rode up and exposed his hairy lower back.

Though it probably counts more as voyeuristic rather than creepy.

Omg these stories are HILARIOUS!!! I really hope they're true because it's so funny that there's so many crazy things people do when they have a crush.

you're super desperate.

Of course they're true. Those wheezing posts gasping in shock are clearly from fraus.

Mine's tame compared to some of these, especially since I was a kid at the time.

I had a years-long crush in middle school but I wasn't self aware enough to realize it was a crush. I'd convinced myself I was obsessed with him because I was jealous and it was a rivalry thing. In 7th grade I decided I'd get payback on him for being so perfect by putting a secret admirer note in his locker as a prank so he'd think one of the girls had a crush on him. Somehow that made sense in my head.

I typed up a full page gushing love letter about how beautiful his hair was and how much I wanted to kiss him and crap but I wussed out and ended up not giving it to him. Then a few weeks later my dad found it saved on the computer. I tried to explain it was for a joke and he looked at me like I was fucking crazy and made me delete it. It was really embarrassing.

[quote]Though it probably counts more as voyeuristic rather than creepy.

I believe the mention of lower back hair definitely qualifies it as DL creepy.

What creepy things haven't I done over my crush?

I vividly remember the article about T.C. Thorstenson in Vanity Fair in the 90's, r59. I never thought I would see his name here.

Dated his twin brother for, like, years.

Came to my senses and dumped him when I realized both he and Original Flavor Crush were total chodes.

[quote] I had a years-long crush in middle school but I wasn't self aware enough to realize it was a crush. I'd convinced myself I was obsessed with him because I was jealous and it was a rivalry thing.

R98 I somehow mistook my HS crush for an ‘Enemy Mine’. We were both so cruel to each other, and it was all such an embarrassing waste of time. I expended so much youthful energy competing with him via a rumor-war of escalating severity.

It went down like the prank campaigns between Kathy Shao-Lin Lee & Sebastian Stan in the movie RED DOORS, only ours was waged psychologically not physically and we did not date or reconcile at the end. The coup-de-Grace was when he left me a Valentine rose on my desk that he’d plucked the petals loose from, just to fuck with me.

R49 "I wasn't in the best of health at the time" = "I put on 60 pounds."

This is why they hate us.

I turned into the biggest pest for the two years we were in college together and wince when I think of how desperate I must have seemed. To make matters worse - not that it in any way excused my behavior - he was bad-tempered, neurotic as hell and had a drug and drinking problem a mile wide. I tried to confide in a female friend who told me I must be brain-damaged as she thought he wasn't the slightest bit good looking (I would describe him as striking, rather than handsome, though he did have a great body - but it was more a charisma kind of thing).

Got over it and felt guilty about it (as it's not nice to fend off someone obsessed with you and hate that I put anyone through that) but did wonder what the hell I had been thinking.

Then saw a picture of him online a couple months ago and realized I'd still do him.

My first college roommate was really handsome yet quite religious . I sniffed his used underwear all the time. I like especially the one he freshly took off before heading to shower as its still damp, warm and "flavorful". One time I saw a strand of pubic so I picked it up put it in my mouth and swallowed.

Fucking gross, r107.

Junior year in college, I was crushing hard on a classmate, with whom I had taken five or six classes. We were in the same major and that fall, we had two classes together. Back then, the student directory had everybody's home and local addresses. I got up the courage to write a love letter to him. I ended it asking him to wear a certain LL Bean sweater he wore occasionally to class a certain day next week if he were interested in meeting up.

It was November and cold. I got to class early and took a seat near the back, waiting. And waiting. He walked in with the professor, sat in the front row, wearing a fucking red tank top. My heart sank.

DL did me in. Many years ago there was a thread here about your teenage crush. I posted about this one guy and not knowing any better, typed out his real name and went on and on about ho incredibly hot he was, so handsome and so cocky. Being a tech idiot/novice I had no idea that this post would be available on the Internet forever. Apparently, I heard from another classmate, this guy googled himself and saw the post. He knew it was me - many people knew about my lust for him.

So embarrassing. I refused to go to any school reunions or anything connected with anything connected with him again.

Hot, r110. More details, please. You already spilled once, no need to be shy now.

Aw, r109 :(

Thank you DLers.

Reading some of the whacked out crap you people did comforts me in knowing that the trivial things I were probably well within the range of "normal" behavior.

I had a crush on my friend's straight boyfriend who constantly teased me. For my birthday he asked me what I wanted and I told him (semi-jokingly) to see him naked. I got my present.

You're all sick and depraved and I LOVE it!

That's kinda hot R114

R116 Athletic straight boys tend to be habitual exhibitonists and always mistake gay guys' affections for jokes, which actually works to our benefit. They're much more likely to moon us when they think we're just asking for laughs.

Just drove by their houses obsessively, or walked by, even for a better view. But that was when I was in HS. I got over that shit quick. One time the walking by did get me invited to a party though, so I guess it worked out.

I attempted to gaslight my female friend's boyfriend into thinking he was gay and into me. I got him to (very blatantly) flirt with me but no dice on going all the way, he insisted he was straight and when I confronted him he ghosted me. He was great at talking dirty, even if he might've thought it was a joke. Great at grab-ass too.

I had a major crush on this hot guy who was in theatre with me. When we did Fiddler and he put on his Lazar Wolf costume I wouldn't take my eyes off him. One night I stole his underwear from his pile of clothes but I don't think he ever found out. He invited me to his cast party soon afterwards and when he was passed out drunk I smelled his hair. He smelled amazing, like pine trees. I miss him.

R119 You needed to play a longer game, I think. I don't have all the details, but that's the impression I'm getting.

I used to walk around naked in our shared apartment and jerk off when he got out of the shower and cum in front of him. He bought a big lock for his door. Why are str8 guys such prudes???

Dated his roommate to get closer to him. Yeah, yeah, I know. Got so close he started to give me advice how how to make it work with the said roommate. It lasted two months until I became too creepy for all of them.

Gosh, it’s been twenty years and I am still blushing so deeply from the reminding shame.

R122 this is why I love the DL. The sarcasm is always unexpected

I found out a d list celebs aol address back in the mid 90s and as a stupid teen I wrote him a love letter about how him playing a gay character on a tv show changed me. Never heard back. Also he never worked again so maybe good?!

There was a really hot guy in my old work building. I took a pic of the building's directory in the lobby with all of the companies a few years ago. I was never able to figure out his name, but found the pics a few weeks ago and searched a few of the names that were in the pics and sure enough I found out his name and saved a bunch of pics of him from his wife's Insta.

R125 Was it Richard Grieco?

I gave him a dozen roses for his birthday, because he told me he had a rose tattoo on his ass. I was determined to see it, no matter what. His name was/is Johnny

Was a doppelgänger for a young Marlon Brando. Greek, & GORGEOUS.

We got to his place, (both parents at work) and he told me he was looking for a LTR, not just sex. I looked at him and said “We’re 17 years old, Johnny. I will probably never see you again after graduation. Let’s fuck, NOW!!!”

He wouldn’t do it. Said he wanted a girlfriend.

While he went to the bathroom, I grabbed the roses, and left. Wore one of them in my hair the next day, to school.

I was awful. I have totally changed, but as a teenager and young adult, I was wild AF.

Is throwing yourself to men as a horny teenager by way of roses creepy, or was I just a mean spirited whore?

When I was in college, I rented a room in a house where another room was rented to another young, professional guy named Will. Will was hot, although straight, and he had recently split up with a woman he was seeing. I would sometimes see him fully naked when he was going from the bathroom to his bedroom after his showers. He was athletic, well-groomed, and had beautiful skin that was naturally dark (he was half-Latino), and his genitals were darker than the rest of him, which fascinated me. I was so hungry for him though I didn't get to know him very well. He didn't spend much time at home, and when he was there, he mostly kept to himself.

On several occasions, when he left in the morning for work, I would go into his room nude, grab his freshly used, musky undershorts off the floor, put them in my mouth, and get into his bed. Sometimes his sheets were still warm; they always smelled amazing like him. I would fixate on photos of him on the dresser while inhaling and tasting his scent on those shorts, and I ejaculated so hard. I would also shot into his undershorts, wadded up in my hand. Once, I came so violently from this that I actually passed out. I napped in his bed for a couple of hours and then stroked off there again when I awoke. I was lucky he never came home early and found me there, although I had a hot and absurd fantasy in mind that if he had, I would tell him that although I respected that he wasn't gay, I would offer my mouth and ass to him whenever he needed relief.

We became friends only shortly before each of us moved out (we both hated our douchey landlord). He left a week before I did. The day he moved, he left a small bottle of lube in front of my bedroom door (one that I'd lost it in his bedroom some weeks before). I was mortified.

When I was in college, I rented a room in a house where another room was rented to another young, professional guy named Will. Will was hot, although straight, and he had recently split up with a woman he was seeing. I would sometimes see him fully naked when he was going from the bathroom to his bedroom after his showers. He was athletic, well-groomed, and had beautiful skin that was naturally dark (he was half-Latino), and his genitals were darker than the rest of him, which fascinated me. I was so hungry for him though I didn't get to know him very well. He didn't spend much time at home, and when he was there, he mostly kept to himself.

On several occasions, when he left in the morning for work, I would go into his room nude, grab his freshly used, musky undershorts off the floor, put them in my mouth, and get into his bed. Sometimes his sheets were still warm; they always smelled amazing like him. I would fixate on photos of him on the dresser while inhaling and tasting his scent on those shorts, and I ejaculated so hard. I would also shoot into his undershorts, wadded up in my hand. Once, I came so violently from this that I actually passed out. I napped in his bed for a couple of hours and then stroked off there again when I awoke. I was lucky he never came home early and found me there, although I had a hot and absurd fantasy in mind that if he had, I would tell him that although I respected that he wasn't gay, I would offer my mouth and ass to him whenever he needed relief.

We became friends only shortly before each of us moved out (we both hated our douchey landlord). He left a week before I did. The day he moved, he left a small bottle of lube in front of my bedroom door (one that I'd lost in his bedroom some weeks before). I was mortified.

Goddamn there are some nasty whores in this thread

R129 So do you think he might have known for awhile and just not said anything? He was still friendly even though he found your lube in his room?

So many panty-theives.

Once, I came so violently from this that I actually passed out.

where is the sure jan troll?

Not entirely creepy, but rather stupid on my part:

- I had a crush on a guy that was bartender at a bar that was an hour and a half away from me, so I would drive up there several times a week to see him. He may have thought I was a local.

- Similarly, there's a liquor store I would drive 20+ minutes out of my way to get booze because the general manager there was hot a fuck. There's another liquor store a couple blocks away from me that I could literally walk to instead.

R135, did it ever occur to you that you were already in a committed and ardent relationship with booze?

When I lived off campus in college, I once watched through the key hole of his bedroom door my roommate fuck some skanky girl. When they were done, they both left the house. I went in his room and fished the used condom out of the waste basket. I went to my room and put the condom on and jacked off into it. Then I returned it to roommates room. 30 years later and I feel no shame...though I’m lucky I didn’t get gonorrhea or 🦀.

R130

Uh huh!

I once orgasmed so hard my dentures flew out....and I pooped a little.

R129. Wow, he knew! Soooo hot.

Yuck, r137.

Oh sure R140

Like you didn’t shove your roommates’ Yeti coffee jugs up your ass!

R76 I think I’m the only lesbian here, so far😂

Picking up highschool exam results I remember I handed my crush - the rich, confident, willowy, honey-blond rose of our Literature & Language classes and one of the most popular girls in school - a stack of papers, on which were written about two dozen abstract longform poems I wrote about her. I think I told her it was a draft of a one-Act play I was working on and wondered if she could look it over as a friendly favour, or some silly cringeworthy shit like that. She accepted with a smile, oblivious, and I walked away shaking and not looking back to see her next move. I grabbed my grade-paper and went home as fast as I could, and after that day I never saw her again. I imagine she read poem one if that, then either passed them around her posh pretty friends for a good laugh or tossed them into the nearest bin in horror before anyone got a good look. It must have been so scary and off-putting, in retrospect. I’d never want anyone to do that to me.

Needless to say most of my friend requests to classmates in the year after that were declined, and these days I’m only still in cordial touch with a couple of girls I went to school with (who didn’t know my crush). Looking back I‘m mortified at my behaviour, and I’d slap the shit out of teenage Me.

That said, when some seven years later the love of my life walked out for good I came close to writing her obsessive emails & texts but the memory of those poems stopped me. So perhaps it was for the best.

So some of these “creepy” stories are outright stalking and peeping Tom shit. This is how serial killers/serial rapists start out LMAO!

The one thing I’ve got going for me is that I don’t chase down dudes. NEVER. Either they want me, or they don’t. Even the guy I gave the roses to, was pursuing ME, not the other way around.

I was was a bit ahead of my time in HS, and I knew I’d never see Johnny again. Besides, I wanted sex, not a relationship, being that I knew I wanted to sow my wild oats for a few years, which I did.

And I was right. I never saw Johnny again, after graduation.

R137, your story is absolutely DISGUSTING.

Own it.

R143

You may not be a stalker but you do sound like a malignant narcissist. I’ve grown up. Doesn’t sound like you have.

I once sniffed my chum’s bowler hat and felt randy.

When I was at university, I had a huge crush on an Italian guy. He flirted with me but I knew he was married back in Italy so I just flirted back and let it go. One day, he told me that he was married because it was expected of him but he was really gay. He said his wife knew and she didn't mind. He said he really liked me and wanted to go out with me. I didn't know whether to believe him about his wife knowing he was gay, and I didn't want to be the other guy in a triangle. One day, I went to get my mail and there was a letter (before the days of email) for my crush. It was from his wife but she didn't put his room number and her handwriting was atrocious so it was left on the table. I stole the letter and spent the rest of the day with an Italian/English dictionary trying to translate the letter to see if there were any clues that she knew he was gay. The letter was a gushing, romantic letter about how much she missed him and couldn't wait until he returned.

There was a return address on the envelope so I mailed her an anonymous letter telling her that her husband was gay.

R137/R144:

Your evaluation of my character is over-cooked. Quick, get out the bottle of irony you have stashed somewhere, and pour it on some more. No one will notice the burns, if you marinate in cognitive dissonance, either.

LMAO.

R137, do you realize that being a peeping Tom is a criminal offense? As is breaking into someone’s private room, or home, in order to dig out used condoms, filled with the semen of a person unawares of your ‘affection’, then proceeding to masturbate into it, with the ‘finishing touch’ (pun intended), of returning it to the waste basket in which it formerly lay.

I’m not a person who crosses boundaries, nor do I place myself in harms way, at the expense of others. A teenaged girl, seeking consensual sex with her peer, isn’t criminal, nor is taking back the dozen roses, albeit horribly tacky-I must admit. Never repeated such an offense again, however, because contrary to your perception, grown up, I most certainly have.

If you’ve never questioned or assessed that what you did was pretty fucked up, on any level, against any standard, perhaps the malignant narcissist is YOU, yes?

An old coworker used to leave his dress shoes under his desk. I would wait until everyone else was gone for the day, take his shoes to the restroom and jack off while sniffing them. They smelled so fucking good.

[quote]He's an IT professional who makes big bucks. He gets into their laptops and uploads an Apple Webkit for Developers

How does he get into their laptops? Doesn’t he physically have to have it in his possession to download the WebKit? I’m not tech savvy so this kinda freaks me out.

This is why I have a piece of electrical tape covering the camera on my computer when I'm not broadcasting on chaturbate.

R148 Wrong thread

This is why I hate us.

r151 lol I'm r16 in that thread

I binged “YOU” season 1 and 2 and Penn Badgley can creep me anyday, anywhere, anytime.

LMAO @ R153.

I hooked up with the twink my ex dumped me for while he was away on business.

This thread has gone too Penthouse Forum for me.

I put my jock-strap into my colleague's laptop bag.

I have a mild crush on a guy at work and once during a meeting that we both attended I took pictures of him with my phone. I used the pictures as jack off inspiration. I also Googled him and found out where he lived and even a picture of his house. Thanks Google! We go out for drinks occasionally and he has no idea I have a crush on him.

Stole one of his sneakers during gym (the ones he wore to school not the sneakers we had to use in gym class) and when I got home I pulled the worn sole out of his shoe and sniffed it and rubbed it all over my cock. Then I cut it into little pieces and used them in several witchcraft spells to get him to want me.

R159 meh, who hasn’t done this?

I haven’t done that, you pig.

I've actually done a lot of these things... I was a very confused homosexual.

I had a massive crush on a celebrity (same sex male) who was married and an icon. He bought a weekend house near where I lived and I put a note in his mailbox asking if they were looking to rent out the side house that looked like it might be more of a lawnmower shack than a guest house. Never heard from them. Actually, now that I'm remembering it, I put the note in the mailbox at night when their house lights were dark and I think I turned around on the country road and was going to remove it and so I was parked on the opposite side of the road with my hand out my driver's side window with their mailbox open when another car approached. They probably knew he lived there and wondered who was going through his mail at night. shrug

R137 you jacked off into a used condom and you're calling someone else a skank? Some men are truly delusional hypocrites

With all the posts of guys stealing underwear and such:

When I was in college at Ohio University back in '95, I went for a walk on a trail to what is known as the plains/the ridges, and some guy jogging by just randomly took off his t-shirt and tossed it to the ground. Not sure what that was all about, but I kept it and brought it back to my dorm room.

Jerked off in the work toilets. About half of the fluid ended up on my pants. Tried to wash off but just made it worse, like I had pissed my pants and come all over them as well.

Nothing- ever.

Me are the creepiest sick fucks.

I thought Joe's behaviour (aside from the murders) in YOU was completely normal until friends assured me it wasn't. When a guy catches my eye, I become curious. I trawl every online resource available to find out everything I can about the objects of my desire. Ocassionally I have made fake accounts to become friends with either them or friends of theirs, driven by their houses, happened to turn up at the same pubs or events they're at. I'm married to a great guy, so I don't think I'd do anything if one of the objects of my desire reciprocated. I put my behavior down to the fact that I wasn't a fuckboy when I was young and reasonably handsome. I am sowing my wild oats now from the safety of an anonymous fantasy land.

The creepiest thing I've done though, when I was in my early twenties, was to guess my ex boyfriend's hotmail address and go through his inbox. He was kinda dumb and predictable so it wasn't hard. But he must have figured out someone had been in there because he changed the password a few days later. A few years after we broke up, I saw him or someone who looked exactly like him, in a car. I followed the car to the beach and he got out with a group of people. I took photos from a distance. I called his mobile to see if he answered (he didn't, but nor did I see a phone on him from my vantage). After about an hour, I drove home and then spent the rest of the day and night searching Facebook for evidence that it was him I had seen. I never could verify if it was.

MY TALLY?: ... stole used condoms from 3 different bodybuilders all straight, including one who was a male stripper...ate most of the loads in them getting their cum and their erect penis flavor and then leaving a bit of cum left in each one, put them on my erection and whacked off.. didn't shoot in them though as i wanted to keep them "pure" intact...

once sent a email to a guy who i had met for a weekend a few years earlier when he spent the weekend with me and my straight roommate... he was a fitness model/physique model and former male stripper and part time stunt man as well. Found his email address somehow, sent him a email saying how hot i thought he was without revealing of course who i was, STUPID ME, i used a user name for my email account but forget that my REAL NAME still appears on the email! laugh!... his reply? was to send me a photo of his nude tanned incredible muscular ass and hamstrings and stating " no problem i think you faggots are very funny!"....

asshole response, then again? whose the faggot here? me or this guy who would send a photo of himself like this to another guy? i mean seriously what kind of guy and why would a guy send a photo like that to some "faggot"... did he think it's funny? did he think it was a power trip over another guy?... i don't know if he ever knew it was me, because having met him only for a weekend a few years before and don't know if my last name ever came up in conversation... anyway....

R146

MARY!

Best thread ever

All of this talk about people stealing underwear reminds me of this guy at the gym who is super creepy to the guys he seems to crush on.

He has a habit of, "accidentally" opening the shower doors of guys he likes. He did it to me twice before I realized he was doing it on purpose. I only realized he was doing it intentionally when I saw him hang around the showers and wait for another guy to go into a stall. He waited for the guy to shower a minute and opened the door and acted like it was an accident. I saw him do it to other people a few more times after that.

This same guy was apparently also scoping out the locker room for guys that left their stuff out and would go around stealing them. A buddy of mine caught this guy sniffing one of his sneakers that he had left under one of the benches.

This is why we don't want anyone with a penis in our locker rooms.

R175

Or in your cunt???

R171 You're a fucking mess. Creepily so in the first paragraph, but hilariously so in the second and third.

It wasn't really a crush since we were actually fuck buddies for about a year, but I'd find a way to mention his name to everyone who knew him and get dirt about him. I even went as far as to seek out the guys he was fucking or had relationships with and hookup with them myself just to get dirt on him and see if, I guess, he loved them more than he loved me,

I was always wondering what he was doing and who he was with. I was madly in love with him and he saw me as just a piece of ass I guess. He'd always tell me that he didn't want a relationship, but would keep getting into relationships for a week or two and breaking things off with me. I was such a fucking doormat, but if you'd seen this guy and the way he could throw a fuck, you'd understand.

Christ, I was crazy.

Hot, R178.