It Happened On Manhunt: A Date With My Cornhole Bud

It’s never a good thing if you can fling your entire sack into his hole. However, this rule doesn’t apply in the world of cornhole. The point of the game, which has become increasingly popular at bars across the country, is to pitch small bean bags into boards that look suspiciously like gloryholes. We’ve never played it. But we support anything that involves drinking beer and throwing stuff.

Apparently, it’s also a very good way to meet people! Today’s installment of It Happened On Manhunt tells the story of two guys who hit it off during a cornhole game, only to later seal the deal thanks to Manhunt. Not that we’re bragging or anything.

Speaking of which, do you want to brag about one of your experiences? Send an e-mail to daily@manhunt.net with the subject heading “Best Manhunt Story”, and be sure to include all the juicy details! If we publish what you’ve written, we’ll hook you up with a FREE month of unlimited membership to Manhunt! It’ll only take a few minutes. What do you have to lose?

– Dewitt

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I’ve really enjoyed reading these hook-up stories for a while now and have been more than a little jealous that I didn’t have a great story to share, until very recently. I go to a local hole-in-the-wall where they have a weekly cornhole tournament. Not that kind of cornhole — the bean bag toss game!

It’s a blind draw for the team with double elimination, and the winners take all the prize money and get a bar tab. It’s usually pretty fun, and you meet some interesting people. While the bar tends to be a random mix of people (almost 100% straight), there are a few guys there I’d definitely not mind hooking up with.

A couple of weeks ago, I didn’t have anything better to do so I went to the cornhole tournament. In the blind draw I ended up getting this guy named Andy, who is the best player in the house. I had spoken with Andy a few times at the bar. He was outgoing, friendly and VERY nice looking — tall, muscular, with dark hair and blue eyes. He was just my type, but I thought he was totally straight so I never got worked up over him. In fact, I had even met his sixteen year-old son, who was a spitting image of his Dad, which reaffirmed in my mind that he was not into guys at all.

Andy and I trounced everyone in the tournament and ended up taking home a hundred a piece. After the tournament, we bought beers for the players with our bar tab and stayed to talk a bit. Come to find out, Andy was thirty-seven and was raising his son alone, since his wife had died a few years back. He worked mainly construction jobs so his muscles came honestly. He said he hadn’t dated since his wife died and was just focusing on raising his son. He even said with a twinkle in his eyes, “Hell, having a few beers with you is the closest thing I’ve had to a date in the last four years!”

I told him that a cornhole tournament was a pretty sorry excuse for a date, and besides, I wasn’t going to put out for him unless he bought me dinner. Everyone sitting at our table had a good laugh at that and Andy’s son showed up to drive him home.

A few days later, I was checking out the new talent on Manhunt, and one profile jumped out at me — Andy’s. He basically put in his profile all of the things we talked about after the tournament. I messaged him, and I hinted that we had already met. Eventually, I gave him enough clues to figure out who I was.

I was getting a little nervous because I was afraid he would say that I wasn’t his type or something like that. To my surprise and delight, he asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner that night. We went to a local Italian restaurant and had a good time, even though we were both nervous at first, and especially him, since he had never been on a date with a guy before. After he picked up the tab, Andy asked me, “So, since I bought you dinner, does this mean you are going to put out?”

We ended up going back to my place and talked for a while. Finally, he leaned in and kissed me and clothes started flying off. His body was even better than I had imagined, and I was pleasantly surprised at the Marine tattoos he had from when he was in the service. We went at it for about three hours straight. In all of my days, I have never seen a man who came so much and with such force.

It’s only been a couple of weeks now and we’ve hooked up nearly every day since then. It’s still too early to tell, but I think I’m not going to be needing my Manhunt account for much longer!

[EDITOR’S NOTE: Not so fast, mister. Just because you’re in a relationship, that doesn’t mean you can’t have a Manhunt account. There’s plenty of innocent fun to be had in our video chat rooms! And who’s to say Andy wouldn’t be into a threesome?]

Also, here’s a different kind of cornhole: