I was 16 and on a family trip to a beach town/city in Europe. (I’m not disclosing the city, but it doesn’t really matter). We were staying right on the beach and I spent my days reading on the beach and my evenings going out to the bars in the area with my siblings. One night in particular stands out, which night is the subject of this journal entry.

The main bar we went to was right on the beach maybe a quarter mile down the beach from where I was staying. I spent the early evening pregaming with my siblings and was probably 4-6 beers deep when we made out way over to the bar.

We get to the bar and before I have time to do anything, a drunk French girl runs up to me as if she knows me and starts calling me “Mikel”. (I can’t actually remember the name she called me, so I’m using Mikel as a placeholder”. I had no idea who she was and was quite certain I never met her. She brought me over to her group of friends. They were all in university and were probably in the 19-20 range.

It quickly became clear that I closely resembled a friend of their named Mikel, which greatly amused them. They were all drunk and integrated me into their group – insisting on referring to me only as Mikel – although everyone knew that I was actually an American tourist.

I can’t remember the details of what happened the next 30 minutes at the bar, but I’m pretty sure I made out with one of them. After roughly 30 minutes, I ended up with three of the girls down on the beach.

We were all pretty sloppy drunk. We went down to the water (which was only something like 30 feet from the edge of the bar) and once we were ankle-deep they unbuttoned my shirt and my pants. One of them started playing with my dick – sort of a fun, playful, quasi handjob, intended more for fun rather than to actually get me off or anything.

The next thing I remember, I was lying down against a seawall hooking up with another of the girls (let’s call her the Hotter One). She was hammered and wanted to fuck. I kept a condom in my wallet at the time and I took it out and put it on. My dick was barely hard, but I got it in and started fuck her. Very quickly after I started, some people yelled something at us in the local language – clearly telling us to quit being degenerates and fucking in public. We were literally only 10-15 feet from the bar and, although not visible from the bar, were clearly within view of a bunch of people.

We linked back up with their group at the bar. I can’t recall what happened for a little while, but the next thing I remember I was with the same three girls and we were walking back along the beach to their hotel to afterparty. I’d already fucked one of them and gotten an hand job from the other, so my plan was to go for a three-way.

The walk to their hotel was much longer than I expected and there were a few random side quests I won’t bore you with. I had to be on the defensive as random groups of guys tried to steal the girls from me.

Eventually we made it back to their hotel – but only with two of the girls. (I can’t recall what happened to the third.) By then the overall vibe changed. We’d gone from happy-go-lucky drunks to ready-to-pass-out drunks. I tried to make a move on the girl I briefly fucked earlier, but she was hammered and basically immediately passed out.

At that point the other girl was in the bathroom, where she stayed for an awkward long time. By then I got the sense that she was not down to do anything sexual with me. I sat on the couch in the room wondering if she was hinting that I should get the fuck out before she was out of the bathroom. I figured I’d at least wait a little while to say goodbye before leaving (or asking if I could crash on the couch).

Eventually she came out of the bathroom wearing pajamas or similar, clearly ready for bed. Very matter-of-factly said that we could fuck, but that we had to be quick and I couldn’t sleep there. We went into the bedroom to fuck.

The only notable thing about the sex was that the condom I’d put on earlier in the night was still on my dick when we started hooking up, which she found amusing. Other than that the sex was not particularly memorable – although it was decent in that “we’re tired and neither of us expects much” kind of way.

Even though we’d both agreed that I wouldn’t sleep there, I ended up passing out on the bed next to her.

I woke up probably only 1-2 hours later when the sub began to rise. I knew I needed to get the fuck back to where I was staying since my family had no fucking clue where I was. I got back and passed the fuck out. Never saw any of those girls again.

Good times.

Now back to lawyering.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5765109&forum_id=2:#49204367)

(1) Did not use a condom when I fucked the second girl. Took it off.

(2) I have an amusing follow-up story that occurred later that week as a result of my parents worrying about be being up all night.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5765109&forum_id=2:#49204506)

My parents were concerned that my siblings came home without me and that I was out all night long. They were not pissed at me, but as I continued to go out drinking every night that trip, my mother would stay up until I came home.

A few days after the night of my previous story, I met a very cute American girl from Northern Virginia. She was a year older than me -- still in high school.

I forget exactly how we met, but I hung out with her the next few nights. We hooked up, but she wasn't a big drinker and we largely would hang out on the beach and occasionally make out.

Her last night in country we stayed out a little later than normal wandering the beach and making out occasionally. She had some kind of scab or something on her lip. She said it as "sun rash" and I didn't really think much of it.

Towards the end of the night we were standing together on the beach in front of where I was staying, making out. Things got a little heated and my hands found my way to her pussy and hers inside my pants to my cock. I fingered her and she gave me a handjob. I recall that she had a VERY thick bush.

While she's grasping my cock, and while I'm knuckles deep in her pussy, I hear my name being called. I look behind me and I see my mother in a robe, standing maybe 60 feet away deeper into the beach. Apparently she was fed-up enough with me staying out late and having to wait up for me.

Me and the NoVa girl made quickly made ourselves presentable and gave each other a very quick kiss goodbye. I walked back to where I was staying. I don't recall any conversation with my mom. She was far enough enough and I was positioned in such a way that it's reasonably likely that she did not see my cock. Although she could likely tell there was more going on than kissing.

One or two days later, I developed an intense fever and became sick as fuck. The fever lasted for a few days and I was only maybe 50% recovered when I had to take the long flight back to the States. I recall it being a very unpleasant trip.

By the time I was back in the states, I had developed a massive, painful sore in my mouth -- although by then the fever had died down. In hindsight, it was clear that the "sunrash" on this girls lip was something I should have been more concerned about. Perhaps it was a herpes sore, although the fact that I got the sore on the inside of my mouth implies to me that it was not normal oral herpes -- although I'm not a herpes expert.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5765109&forum_id=2:#49204962)

When I was 16 (excluding this trip) I drank what was probably a normal amount in my clique.

We didn't drink every weekend -- maybe half of the weekends. Usually wouldn't get too fucked up, but if there was a big party or something we'd get fucked up. Some casual, but minor, recreational drug use thrown in. (Not weed, weed is for neurotic fags)

College was basically the traditional get fucked up every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night at parties and, later on, bars.

Law school was the traditional get fucked up Friday and Saturday night at bars.

Mid-late 20s was the traditional get fucked up Friday and Saturday night at bars, with some cocaine thrown in the mix (in small amounts).

Early 30s was the traditional get fucked up Friday and Saturday night at bars, cocaine thrown in the mix often (but in small amounts). There was also more day drinking -- although the nights were not as wild on the day drinking days.

Up until this point I used to make fun of people on XOXO that weren't raging every weekend.

Mid 30s I had kids. Basically immediately stopped regular partying. For a while would still go out maybe once per month for a friends birthday party. Now, even my friends who dont have kids (eg. the gay ones) don't really "party" that way anymore. Socializing is generally during the day. For big occasions like bachelor parties, we'll drink a decent amount, but lean more heavily on MDMA and cocaine.

Throughout all of this time, I've only ever drank alcohol while actively partying. Never drink alone. Just drink to party.

At this time I rarely party. And when I do, I keep the number of drinks low and stock on small amounts of other drugs.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5765109&forum_id=2:#49205133)