Raving Mad

It was my freshmen year of college and I happened to have an upper classmen friend I knew from high school with a house off campus. This seemed like the perfect recipe for cool times and meeting nice older girls to me. Little did I know what horrors would await me in that house. Half way through my first semester I had learned that his place was actually fairly nerdy, and while good for say a round of Mario Kart, it was not so good for meeting girls or drinking. That's why I was surprised when one day out of the blue he called me to ask me to help him gather "bumpin" techno music and flashing lights so that he could throw a rave in his basement. Most of my schools parties to that point had been unthemed, uninteresting keggers, lots of standing in smokey rooms waiting to drink, not much else. So I was excited and threw myself into this work with gusto.

Upon arriving at the party I was dismayed to learn I was expected to pay despite the fact that I'd known and hung out with the party thrower for years beforehand. However, a ray of hope emerged, two other friends from home were working the door. Not having seen any of these three in some time I decided to spend time out front at the door catching up. Soon I realized why they didn't mind being stuck doing drudge work at a party. The money from the door funded us purchasing drinks downstairs. As I became steadily drunker I began to aquaint myself with one of my friends friends from school.

As we danced this aquaintence quickly moved from first base, to second, which went unnoticed for quite some time as the fog machines were working on over time and most of the dancing crowd was engrossed in the same activity. There was the occasional bro popping up like some sort of popped collar wearing whack-a-mole with such endearing phrases as "YEAH GET DEM TITTIES!" "YOU GONNA RAPE THE SHIT OUT HER!" and "HELL YEAH BRO!!!!" But nothing to really deter a good make out and maybe more. Until the host who I had barely seen for most of the night showed up. Myself and the girl had moved to a bench upstairs when out of nowhere he popped up and started chatting with her as she was on my lap. He got called away to care for one of his roommates who had just tripped and fallen. I took this as a good opportunity to use the bathroom without him being able to muscle in. Unfortunately I misjudged his ability to help his roommate, upon leaving the bathroom I discovered my other three friends looking disconcerted and the girl missing. When asked what happened it was revealed that he our host had lured her off to his room, locked the door abd turned off his phone.

He in fact is well known for this style of "mack." It's a style of cock blockery similar to kill ganking in video games where one waits until someone has almost vanquished a foe on their own, then sweeps in and steals the kill out from under them. He was visiting me at my own house on another occassion where he walked in on myself and a girl both very drunk on my stairs enjoying one another. He immidiatly came up the stairs, introduced himself to her and started trying to get her to come over to his place with him. Luckily his halloween costume scared more than attracted her. But he tried and that's what mattered. Dude is a total cock block.