I haven't talked about this before, but I had a bad experience with a guy on drugs. I had hooked up with him before. He is about 10 to 15 years younger than me. Tall guy, probably 6'4", nice body, muscular, some body hair, no body fat. Nice dick, 7", maybe 7.5" and nice thickness. We only hooked up a few times. He was raised in the area, but moved to Indianapolis (2 hours away) for a few years. He was living in the area again and working at a local car dealership.
He texted me that he was leaving Indy and would be back in the area that night. He was hoping to see me. He was staying at a friends house and he sent me the directions. Like I said, we had hooked up a few times before and there was never any problems. So using GPS, I found the house. It was out in the country near the river. I wasn't real familiar with the area, but it wasn't located far from the main road. He wasn't home yet, so I waited. I started to get a little creeped out. It was pitch black outside. The house was up on top of a hill, but the woods around the house blocked it from being seen. The nearest house looked to be about a mile away. I tried to message him, but my phone was having problems getting a signal. So I drove back towards town and sent him a message asking where he was. He said he was running late and would be there in about 15 minutes. So I drove around for a bit and waited the 15 minutes. I headed back to the house and he still wasn't there. About 10 minutes later, he pulls into the driveway.
It was his birthday weekend and he was in a great mood. He had seen a lot of his family and friends and had a bunch of gifts. We go into the house and he shows me around. It was a cute little 2 bedroom cabin, and it was right above the river. The frogs were loud that night. We talked for a few minutes and then he said he needed to go to the bathroom to freshen up. So I waited. 10 minutes later, he was still in the bathroom. I had no phone, no tv, no radio, no computer. I was bored. So I waited another 10 minutes. He was still in the bathroom. And then I heard a loud noise. It sounded like he had fallen over. I tried the door, but it was locked. I kept calling his name and knocking on the door, but he wouldn't answer me. So I walked outside around to the bathroom window. Unfortunately it was high up and I couldn't see anything. So I went back in, the bathroom door was open but he was nowhere to be found. Finally, he shows up, he had gone out the back door and came back in. I could tell something was different. He got mad at me for "banging" on the bathroom door earlier. I apologized and said I just wanted to make sure he was okay.
We started messing around on the couch, but he said he wanted to go outside and fuck in the woods. We couldn't find a flashlight, so we found a path into the woods and found a small clearing overlooking the river. We were busy sucking each other when he said he wanted to be fucked that night (he had always topped me before.) So I start fucking him, we are going at it when he said "What was that???" I asked what he was talking about. He said he heard a noise. Suddenly, he was running around looking for somebody. He was inside the house, outside, inside, outside, inside, outside, etc., running around, looking for the boogey man. He was hearing noises. He thought there were people outside. We would go outside and then the people would be in the house. He calmed down a little bit and I thought things were better, but next thing I know, he had 2 big kitchen knives. He was running around locking the doors and windows. If I tried to move, he would yell at me to sit down. I was holding his little dog because even the dog was starting to freak out over his actions.
This went on most of the night. Every time he went back outside, I would try to get a phone signal, but I never could get one. I had my car keys ready if I needed to use one as a weapon. I had looked around for another knife or baseball bat, but I couldn't find one. I locked myself in the bathroom looking for a pair of scissors or something else, but he freaked out that I had locked the door. So I didn't try that again. As soon as the daylight started filtering in, I had a plan to run out the door and towards the road as soon as he went out the backdoor. I kept debating whether I was going to grab the dog or not. I saw my break when his phone started to ring. He went out the backdoor, so I grabbed the dog and headed out the front door. I started towards my car when I heard his voice behind me. He had walked around the house and was wanting to know where I was going. I made up a lie about taking the dog outside to pee. I went back in the house with the dog. Not even 5 minutes later, a car pulls into the driveway. The phone call had been from his boss, who it turns out also owned the house, wanting to know why he wasn't at work. And with that, I walked out the door and got into my car and took off. So glad that the nightmare was over.
I later found out I was covered in poison ivy. I had it on my stomach, back, ass, dick and balls. UGH! No more rolling around in the woods in the dark.
