Make-up Sex
June 10, 2008 · Print This Article
Name: Canucklehead
Age: 18 at the time
I should preface by saying that due to a extended ‘wild period’ in my life – I have way too many regretful mornings. I’ve chose this one at random but I hope you’ll enjoy it…
I was 18 years old (this was 20 years ago – youch!) and one of the girls in high school announced that her parents were going away for the weekend. It was going to be a kegger! So, needless to say, my crew headed over right after work and a total of about 15 of us started hitting the beer. Of course, at this age our excitement was MUCH greater than our tollerance for alcohol.
Anyway, there was a lot of hook-ups, throw-ups and passouts – all the telltale signs of a successful high school party. I passed out myself and woke up at about five in the morning on the kitchen floor. I was SO hungover and sore that all I wanted to do was to get home to my own bed.
There were two problems:
1) The house I was at was on the opposite side of town, about 4 miles away.
2) I had not a cent on me – I was broke!

Anyway, I found my shoes and started the long, slow trek home. Well, about 1/2 way home I had a couple of cops in a paddy-wagon pull over to start questioning me. Not wanting to get this girls parents in trouble, I told the cops that I had been ‘in the park’ as it was painfully eveident that I was still half hammered.
The cops thought this was very ammusing and after some laughter, agreed to give me a ride home, in the front seat with them, no fine – have a good day.
I got home I crashed into my own bed where I remained until noon. It was not until I got up later that I realized my friends had taken a few liberties the night before when I was passed out. You see, I was in FULL makeup, eyeliner, blush, rouge – you name it. The highlight being the arrow to my mouth with a note on my cheek saying ‘insert cock here.’
Yeah, no wonder the cops had a chuckle … The story? Sad but true.
Moral of the story? Utter humiliation = get out of jail free card.






With that helpful sign on your face, it’s no wonder the cops wanted you in the front seat with them.
haha – never thought of that. Hey Canucklehead, was there any friendlyness going on in the front seat that you may have tried to bury over the years?
when your taxi has a siren, you know things have gotten dicey.
ps, regretful, the cops no doubt at least gave him a little fondle for the road.
Young, dumn, and full of……maybe more then you thought! Oh that is terrible Jason see where you got this going…deep buried repressed memories on top of the sheer humiliation of it all, poor guy isn’t the story bad enough!! Good times!
Is it too late too deny this? Oh, it is. I’m 99% sure the cops kept their hands to themselves but your theories would explain the handcuffs …
lol funny post! Reminds me of some times back in the day…
did he try any funny business with his nightstick??
Probably just wanted to cop a feel.
Ohh Soge you went there!
LMAO!!! That is so hilarious… Thank you for sharing your story and putting a smile on my face
I love canucklehead for this!
HAHAHAHHA–that was great! You made me laugh the hardest.
Youre title is gay, it made me think the story was going to be cool