Inspired by the thread asking "Do you remember everyone you had sex with?", I thought it would be fun to share odd, scary, funny or otherwise memorable hook-up stories. The sex itself, how good or hot it was, isn’t what’s really important here, but rather the unusual, coincidental, embarrassing or downright horrifying circumstances of, or repercussions from a clandestine sexual encounter. Me first!:
One cold winter night, probably around 1990, I was at The Limelight, an old church that had been turned into a club here in NYC. After drinking and dancing for a good while, I moved into the main event of the evening: the backroom that was upstairs on the top floor of the side building of the church, so I could get my swerve on before going home. I made my way around that pitch-black, pitched-roof room looking, or feeling really, for the right situation. I'd had to fend off one guy who’d been particularly aggressive, but that's normal for this type of entertainment.
I found a cutie I was into, and we tucked ourselves away in a private little corner to get our little freak on. So, we were getting as busy as we could – meaning some kissing, masturbation and maybe a little sucky, even though at the time oral sex in this type of venue was forbidden – “Lips above the hips, guys!” was a familiar command from guys who were there to monitor the practices and keep everyone safe. They’d warn you once, but the second time they caught you, they’d kick you out.
Well, my guy was, in fact, going down on me, and rather well if I recall. After a few minutes, suddenly, to my horror, from the other side of this dark little abyss, I heard some guy yelling, “Oh yeah, (yelling my first and last name), get that cock sucked!"; then again "Yeah, that’s what I said, (using my first and last name again), enjoy getting your cock sucked, man! I guess you’re not into ME, (my name - yet again) but I sure hope you have a good time!" adding my name still again. It was the guy I'd pushed away earlier.
This asshole said my full name, very loudly about five times. The others in the room started shushing him and telling him to shut up. I remember one guy yelling back at him saying, "Hey, that's not cool, man, shut up!" Finally, after he’d killed the vibe of the entire group, lips-above-the-hips-guy made him leave. I was pulled out of my alcohol-fueled horn-fog, and with my mood deflated, so to speak, I decided I should get the fuck out of there. I smooched the guy and made my way out. (continued...)