Red Hot!
I had just passed my driving test. I was happy. I drove to college in the morning to flex my new found freedom muscles.

Being the sensible chap that I am I bought a packet of Benson and Hedges cigarettes as rolling-up-while-driving is an advanced technique not to be practised that soon.

I rounded a steep bend and let the wheel spin back through my hands, exactly as you are taught not to do, then carried on up the road. I took a drag on my cigarette and was surprised to find little in the way of resitance or smoke. Looking at the end of hte cigarette I noticed a distinct lack of hot bit.

It was at this point that the end of my cock reached incandescense. Frankly its the only time I've dropped a red hot cigarette cherry directly onto by bellend, at the last time at that.

Fortuantly nothing was coming the other way as the only possible solution in my mind at the time was to let go of everything and flap my hands round my crotch until the burning stopped.
(Shifty weeeee, Fri 23 Apr 2010, 17:56, 1 reply)

Should've
put your trousers on.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 23 Apr 2010, 17:59, closed)