School bogs
I was 14. I'd discovered nirvana in every sense of the word.

One of the cubicles in the bogs had heating pipes up high that went through to the girls bogs and changing rooms next door. There was the tiniest gap where the pipe went through.

It was there one wet Wednesday afternoon when I should have been in Mr E's maths class that I discovered how, if I stood on the black seat of the throne, I could just see into the girls room.

And it was there that I saw Mary N. dip her blonde head slightly so she could gently lap at the rosy pink nipple of Samantha G.
Samantha closed her eyes and stroked Mary's long straight hair and sighed.

I could take the tenting in my trousers no more so I was all set to crack one out when the fucking toilet seat decided to crack on me.

My left foot went down into the pissy water, my right kicked the cubicle wall and I fell back, cracking my head on the scratched and graffitied door, knocking myself out.

I was found a few minutes later as the girls had heard the banging and crashing, there I was lying in a pool of piss with my now flaccid cock hanging out.

The real disappointment was that the bastards put fucking polyfilla in the hole after that.
(Stiff Richard, Tue 1 Jul 2008, 1:41, 2 replies)

To be fair
it was for your own good. Great story!
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Tue 1 Jul 2008, 9:49, closed)

i hope that's true
because it's fucking hysterical!
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Tue 1 Jul 2008, 12:43, closed)