The toilets in a well known dept store in Manchester has a glory hole in the 2nd to last cubicle. Me and another guy from the men's dept decided to wait in the cubicle and play a trick on anyone sticking their cock through. We waited for ages but then a small moth eaten cock was poked through and we lassooed it with a belt we'd nicked off the shelves, doused the cock with lighter fluid and then set it on fire. The screams were ear splitting so we fucked off pretty sharpish.
Anyway, turns out the bloke was one of the directors of the store on a visit from head office in London and he's suffered 3rd degree burns to his cock and balls and needs counselling. Where's the glory in that?
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