The Sex Accidents Thread

[Emma]

I'm supprised your ex didn't notice. Apparently when he did it, he just jumped straight out of bed and went and cried in the toilet. Then phonned his mum who was a nurse and she took him home. Luckily another one of my friends had done it before so they could talk about it. But my other friend did it while he was wanking. lol!

I'm surprised also, but he didn't until he withdrew. I have no idea.

[zwiebelsaft]

One of my exes and are were having one of those made sex sessions, hard, rough, animal like. I was on, and when he came and withdrew he noticed the blood (I know) and said "Didn't realise you were that heavy". Then he noticed that the blood wasn't from me, but him. We'd been going at it so rough that he had split the skin that attaches his foreskin to his bell end. I honestly don't think I have seen that much blood before.

He survived, though we couldn't have sex for a few weeks.

Poor guy!

[antichristangel]

so.... not a sex accident exactly, but heres my story
last weekend my guy and i went to a reggae concert and ended up "dancing" (aka grinding) the entire night. We got back to his house, started getting into it, and pants come off. I'm starting to jerk him off and I realize there is a huge amount of flesh on his penis that I hadn't ever noticed before. I asked him what it was and he shrugged it off, said it was probably just his foreskin feeling weird because hes uncircumcised. I forgot about it, it was kinda dark so I couldn't really see, and I was too preoccupied to really think about it. When he got up to get a condom he turned on the light and I looked over and it just looked really odd, so I asked him about it again. So this time he reallllyy payed attention to it, and there was the HUGEST blister I have ever seen on the head of his dick, which we assume was a result from it rubbing up against his pants during the night's activities

needless to say, we didn't continue with anything sexual, and he spent the rest of the night trying to get high enough so he'd be in the right state of mind to let me pop it. oddly enough it didn't really pop, but it was gone the next day

[ShelfLife]

so.... not a sex accident exactly, but heres my story
last weekend my guy and i went to a reggae concert and ended up "dancing" (aka grinding) the entire night. We got back to his house, started getting into it, and pants come off. I'm starting to jerk him off and I realize there is a huge amount of flesh on his penis that I hadn't ever noticed before. I asked him what it was and he shrugged it off, said it was probably just his foreskin feeling weird because hes uncircumcised. I forgot about it, it was kinda dark so I couldn't really see, and I was too preoccupied to really think about it. When he got up to get a condom he turned on the light and I looked over and it just looked really odd, so I asked him about it again. So this time he reallllyy payed attention to it, and there was the HUGEST blister I have ever seen on the head of his dick, which we assume was a result from it rubbing up against his pants during the night's activities

needless to say, we didn't continue with anything sexual, and he spent the rest of the night trying to get high enough so he'd be in the right state of mind to let me pop it. oddly enough it didn't really pop, but it was gone the next day

Someone bring the rep-system back, this is the funniest thing I've heard all week! :D

[Emma]

I am so glad I have not had breakfast yet. Saying that, fuck you, I've now been put off my scrambled eggs. ;-)

[Mi-CroMartie]

One of my exes and are were having one of those made sex sessions, hard, rough, animal like. I was on, and when he came and withdrew he noticed the blood (I know) and said "Didn't realise you were that heavy". Then he noticed that the blood wasn't from me, but him. We'd been going at it so rough that he had split the skin that attaches his foreskin to his bell end. I honestly don't think I have seen that much blood before.

He survived, though we couldn't have sex for a few weeks.

Poor guy!

Jesus Mary and Seacrest!!! Thank goodness for virginity.. Sheesh. :( Remind me never ever to get behind you. ;)

[M Tragedy666]

Anyone read Tucker Max's writings? He's got a movie in theaters rignt now titled the same as his book, "I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell". I thought some of you might enjoy this story.

If you unfamiliar with his work and like the story below, go to his site: www.tuckermax.com and www.ihopetheyservebeerinhell.com


Tucker Tries Buttsex; Hilarity does not ensue


I spent the summer between my 2nd and 3rd year of college suckling on the parental teat in South Florida. It was the absolute prime of my "do anything to get laid" phase. I was recently freed from a 4-year long-distance relationship that began in high school and I wanted nothing more than to have sex with as many girls as possible.

Most of the things I did that summer are not story-worthy; you can only tell the same, "I got drunk on Dom and fucked this hottie" story so many times before it gets annoying. That summer I experienced every random sex situation that a 20 year old can imagine: fucking on the beach, getting head from random girls in club bathrooms, sleeping with 3 different girls in a day, getting so drunk I passed out during sex, getting arrested for receiving fellatio in the pool at the Delano, blah, blah, blah...Jesus. What does it say about how fucked up my life is that I don't consider these stories to be extraordinary anymore?


Anyway, while most of my stories may not be extraordinary for me, there is one very notable exception...

I was seeing one girl, "Jaime," about twice a week. She was a fresh arrival to South Beach, having moved there 5 months ago from upstate New York as a 19 year old with a modeling contract. We met through a mutual friend who befriended her while they were shooting a TV commercial. Five weeks and lots of sex later, she thought we were dating. I knew better, but she was way too hot to bother correcting her assumption.

The ex-girlfriend of 4-years I previously spoke about was very sexually conservative. It was missionary in the dark and then straight to sleep, with maybe a blowjob on the weekends if she'd had a few glasses of wine with dinner (it was a high school relationship, I didn't know any better). After four years of this, I was ready to experience all the things I'd missed out on (when I wasn't cheating on her, of course).

Buttsex, known in the biz as "anal," was one of these unknowns, and I decided that I wanted to try it. Jaime was the perfect partner: very hot and very sweet, and more importantly, very naïve and very open to suggestion.

She was reluctant at first, not understanding why we just couldn't keep having normal sex, so I had to employ my persuasive powers:

Jaime "But...I've never done it."
Tucker "I've never done it either; it can be our thing."

Jaime "But...I don't know if I'll like it."
Tucker "You won't have to worry about getting pregnant."

Jaime "But...I like normal sex."
Tucker "Everyone's doing anal. It's the new black."

Jaime "But...I don't know...it seems weird."
Tucker "It's the preferred method in Europe. Especially with the runway models. Don't you want to do runways in Europe?"

After a few weeks of this, she finally consented. Though she agreed to let me put my penis in her small hole, she extracted a promise in return:

"OK, we can try anal sex, but I want it to be special and romantic. You have to take me out to a nice place, like The Forge or Tantra, NOT one of your parent's restaurants, and it has to be a weekend night, NOT a Monday. And you have to keep taking me out on weekends. I'm tired of being your Monday night girl."

I made reservations for the next Friday at Tantra. Aside from being insanely expensive, Tantra is famous for having grass floors. Really; they put in new sod every week. They also advertise their food as "aphrodisiac cuisine." Yes, at that point in my life, I thought these things worked.

Thanks to my father's connections, I got us a corner booth in the grass room. She was quite impressed. I ordered like it was the Last Supper. No expense was spared. Two $110 bottles of merlot, veal rack, stone crabs, the Tantra Love platter--it was lavish and decadent. I was 21, stupid, and wanted to fuck Jaime in the butt; I wasn't about to let a $400 tab get in my way.

By the time we left Tantra, this girl had doe eyes that made Bambi look like a heroin-chic CK model. She could not have been more in love with me. The entire drive back to my place she was rubbing my crotch, telling me how badly she wanted to me to fuck her, how hot I made her, etc, etc. We get back to my place and our clothes are off before we even get in the door. We collapse on the bed and start fucking. Normal vaginal sex at first, just like always.

Now, what she did not know, and what I have not told you yet, was that I had a surprise waiting for her.

[Aside: Before I tell you what the surprise was, let me make this clear: As I stand right now, 27 as of this writing, I am a bad person. At 21, I was possibly the worst person in existence. I had no regard for the feelings of others, I was narcissistic and self-absorbed to the point of psychotic delusion, and I saw other people only as a means to my happiness and not as humans worthy of respect and consideration. I have no excuse for what I did; it was wrong and I regret it. Even though I normally revel in my outlandish behavior, sometimes even I cross the line, and this is one of those situations....but of course, I'm still going to write about it.]

This was going to be my first time foraging in the ass forest, and I wanted to have a reminder of my trip, a memento I could carry with me the rest of my life...so I decided to film us.

I planned this beforehand, but I was afraid she would decline, so instead of being mature and discussing this with Jaime, I just made the executive decision to get it on camera...without telling her.

That alone is pretty bad. But instead of just setting up a hidden camera...I got my friend to hide in my closet and film it.

No really--I know that I will burn in hell. At this point, I'm just hoping that my life can serve as a warning to others.

I left my door unlocked and we arranged it so that around midnight my friend would go over to my place and wait until my car pulled in, and then run into the closet and get the camera ready. The top half of the closet door was a French shutter, so it was easy to move the slats and give him a decent camera shot through the closed door.

By the time Jaime and I got to the bed, I was so drunk I had forgotten that he was filming this, and of course she had no idea he was there. After a few minutes of standard sex, she kinda stopped and said, all serious and in her best seductive soap opera voice, "I'm ready."

I quickly flipped her over and grabbed the brand new bottle of AstroGlide I had on my bedside table.

A week prior, after Jaime consented to buttsex, I realized that I didn't have any idea how to do it. How exactly do you fuck a girl in the ass? Luckily, I had the world's best anal sex informational resource at my disposal: The gay waiter. I consulted several gay waiters who worked at one of my parents restaurants about the mechanics of buttsex, and each one recommended AstroGlide as the lubricant of choice. Much to my dismay, I learned that spitting on your dick is not enough lube for buttsex. Stupid, lying porn movies.

The other important piece of advice I remembered was from Calvin, "Make sure you use enough, because if this is her first time, she'll be especially tight, and it might hurt her. Use enough to really loosen her up and go slow until she gets used to it. Then it's smooth sailing from there."

Well, since some is good, more is better, right? At 21, this seemed logical.

I opened the cap, crammed the bottle top into her asshole, and squeezed. I probably emptied half of the 4-ounces of AstroGlide into her. I have since learned from homosexuals that a 4-ounce bottle usually lasts them about 6 months. So yeah--I overdid it.

But Tucker Max wasn't done. Oh no, after depositing enough grease in her to run a Formula One racecar, I dumped half of what remained onto my cock and balls, really wanting to lube up because I didn't want her to be uncomfortable.

Really--consider my thought process: I was going to fuck her in the butt and film it without her consent, yet I was truly concerned about her personal comfort. Sometimes the contradictions in my personality even amuse me.

Predictably, I slid in with ease. She was a little tense at first, but with an Exxon Valdez size load spilled into her poop chute, she quickly loosened up and got into it. I liked it also; it had a different feel to it. Not as good as vaginal sex, a little grainy, kinda tight, but still very nice.

Before I knew it I was fucking her like the apocalypse was imminent, burying it to the hilt with impunity. After a few minutes I was ready to come. My urgency was expressed in my tempo, and I began really jackhammering her. As the excitement got the best of me, I pulled out too far and my dick came out of her ass. I kinda scrambled to grab my dick and put it back in so I could finish off inside of her, but before I could even get a hold of it and put it back in her ass, I heard a faint "psssst" sound and felt something wet and warm hit my crotch.

It was dark in the room (I was not smart or sober enough to leave the lights on for the camera), so after I looked down it took me a few seconds to realize that my dick, balls and groin area were covered in a viscous black liquid. I stopped moving and stared at my strangely colored crotch for a good 5 seconds, completely confused, until I realized what happened:

"Did you...did you just...shit on my dick??"

I reached down to touch the liquid feces, still in complete and utter disbelief that this girl shot explosive diarrhea on my penis, when, without warning, the smell hit me.

I have a very sensitive nose, and I have never been more repulsed by a smell in my life. The combination of synthetic AstroGlide and rancid stench of raw fecal matter combined to turn my stomach, which was full of seafood, veal and wine, completely over.

I tried to hold it back. I really did everything I could to stop myself, but there are certain physical reactions that are beyond conscious control. Before I knew what I was doing, it just came out:

"BBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH"

I vomited all over her ass. Into her crack. Into her asshole. On her ass cheeks. On the small of her back. Everywhere.

She turned her head, said, "Tucker, what are you doing?," saw me vomiting on her, screamed "Oh my God!," and immediately joined me:

"BBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH"

Watching her throw up on my bed made me vomit even more. Her vomiting all over my bed, me vomiting on her ass, the next step was almost inevitable.

I heard the loud CRASH first, turned to see my friend break through the shutters and rip the closet door off as he, the video camera, and the door tumbled out of the closet and crashed onto the floor next to us:

"BBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH"

The memory of the 2-second span where all three of us were vomiting at once is permanently seared into my brain. I have never heard anything like that symphony of sickness. It was like something out of the old Pink Panther movies.

I think the crowning moment was when my eyes locked with Jaime's, I saw her moment of realization and then her quick shift from shock and surprise to complete and irreparable anger. Between bouts of hurling she flipped out:

"OH MY GOD--BBBLLLLAAAAHHHH--YOU FILMED THIS, YOU ASSHOLE-- BBBLLLLAAAAHHHH-- HOW COULD YOU-- BBBLLLLAAAAHHHH--I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME--BBBLLLLAAAAHHHH--OH MY GOD-- BBBLLLLAAAAHHHH--I LET YOU FUCK ME IN THE ASS--BBBLLLLAAAAHHHH."

She tried to stand up, slipped on the huge puddle of backflow AstroGlide on the bed, and fell into both my pile and her pile of vomit, covering her body and hair in vomit, shit and anal lubricant. She flailed on the bed for a second, grabbed the top sheet, wrapped it around her, and started running out of my place. Still naked and retching, my dick covered in shit and oil, I followed her as far as my front door.

The last contact I ever had with her is the image I witnessed of her in a dead sprint, a shit, vomit and grease stained sheet stuck to her body, running from my apartment.


POST-SCRIPT:

The camera we used was one of those old fragile ones that filmed onto a VHS tape, and when he crashed out of the closet, the tape recorder and tape broke. It didn't occur to us at that the tape records the images magnetically, and we could take the actual tape itself and get someone to put it in another holster until after we had thrown it out. I know it seems stupid now, and believe me I kick myself about it everyday, but you should have seen the apartment afterwards--the tape was not a high priority. AstroGlide, shit and vomit covered EVERYTHING.

I had to rent one of those steam cleaners, buy a new mattress, and I STILL lost my deposit. It was impossible to get the smell out. The next month was like living in a sewer. Every girl I brought back to my place after that refused to stay there, and some even refused to sleep with me anywhere because of how my place smelled.

What I never found out, and I still want to know, is how the girl got home. I never heard from her again, and the mutual friend who introduced us called her but didn't get her calls returned. I never heard anything about her or from her again, even though she left her clothes and ID at my place (she wore a tight dress out that night, and didn't bring a purse or any money with her).

Can you picture that scene? What did she do, hop in taxi? Wave down a passing car? Get on the bus? She lived at least 30 miles away, there is no way she walked home. It perplexes me to this day.

I'm hoping she reads this. Maybe then I'll find out how she got home.






Not that any of you are interested, but I was at the premier screening of the film in Chicago and have a cameo here:

http://www.youtube.com/user/beerinhell# ... 5rY26dRwaM


I look pretty retarded. I'm sure you could spot me out. I was the one weird looking guy there. I come in the vid at about 2:13 The guy actually talked to me for about 10 mins and I said some pretty good shit but they cut it out to just one question that happened when he first came up to me and I was uncomfortable and wasnt expecting it and just replied to the question with "no comment..." I was also pretty sick with a sinus infection, so, im not sure why im sharing this with you... :/

Hopefully the dvd will show the full interviews.

[Emma]

One of my exes and are were having one of those made sex sessions, hard, rough, animal like. I was on, and when he came and withdrew he noticed the blood (I know) and said "Didn't realise you were that heavy". Then he noticed that the blood wasn't from me, but him. We'd been going at it so rough that he had split the skin that attaches his foreskin to his bell end. I honestly don't think I have seen that much blood before.

He survived, though we couldn't have sex for a few weeks.

Poor guy!

Jesus Mary and Seacrest!!! Thank goodness for virginity.. Sheesh. :( Remind me never ever to get behind you. ;)

Well honey as you will never will get behind me, you'll know you're safe, but then saying that, he and I enjoyed ourselves even if there was the accident. ;-)

[Mi-CroMartie]

I just looked at your myspace photos, and I refuse to say the word fat because I was once a fat-ass myself. :p But I only weigh at 180 pounds and due to the gym exercise in a few months, I lost about 10 pounds and feel lighter.

I think I'm gonna have nightmares about "super size chicks" bleeding my balls out. O___O lol.

[Emma]

If you're going to get personal, don't.

And for your info, I used to be a size 8, (which is about a size 6 US). After a car accident, I did a lot of damage to my back which meant that I couldn't do the excercise I used to do.

But then that's no concern of yours really.

Really out of order making comments about my weight.

I guess the only thing I could do if I wanted to be a bitch though is say, I'm still getting laid.

Get off my back.