On a wang and a dare.
I went to an all-boys private (snobby, expensive) school. For the first few years I went as a boarder and when my mum moved closer then I finished my matriculation as a "gay-boy" (the boarders light-hearted nick name for day boys).
My school shared a fence line with an equally hoity-toity Ladies College. A gate between the two school was situated right next to our house common room. As such we had a hearty & healthy relationship with the young lady boarders from next door - no it's not what you're thinking, all the boarders were absolute pigdogs and seeing how we're all from the country there was a good chance our families knew each other or worse still we may have been related. The "gay-girls" on the other hand were fair fucking game.

During my time as a boarder you got to know certain physical attributes about each other, you just can't help it - there are only so many tiles on the opposite wall you can look at whilst communally showering. One particular attribute belonged to a young man named Gerry Taylor. Now Gerry had a bent cock. I can't remember the medical term but Gerry's schlong turned a right angled turn to the right about half way along the shaft. Apparently even when turgid Gerry's member had a distinct curve - not that I would know of course. But when flaccid it's head sat parallel to his body.
Being the kind, caring community that we were we immediately named him "banana-cock" or just "Bent" for short. And then we promptly told everyone who would listen. Including some of our lady friends from next door. Nothing shot him down quicker when trying to get in the knickers of some pretty girl at a Social (school dance) than someone calling him Bent.
Gerry wasn't the tightest turn on the map if you get my drift - his claim to fame was getting expelled in yr. 9 while walking sodden, down the street having lit a fire in the men's toilets at the local shopping centre and setting off the fire alarm and sprinklers.

Anyhoo, on with the story. One evening we were playing a game of "I fucken' dare ya", which is truth or dare with the girly bits removed. Hey this is a bunch of teenaged boys at boarding school - after a wank and some pot-noodles you've got to make your own entertainment.
Some bright spark came up with the idea of a streak thru the ladies college. We could wear balaclavas and sneakers. We knew a secret way down to the river banks behind both schools and stashed some trakky daks (tracksuit tops and bottoms) there for us to change into and then we could sneak up the steep embankment back to our boarding house before anyone was anymore the wiser. Some of us even had the excuse of being at rowing training as a cover story.
So the plan was made - we were to run in nothing else but balaclavas and running shoes from our gate to the opposite side of the ladies college. We even decide to leave for our run from one of the other boarding houses (much to thir dismay) to throw the teachers off the scent. We chose a Friday morning as that was both schools assembly morning. And we were to meet up in the common room afterwards.
Off we went like a shower of shit - 6 fit, young blokes, tackle flapping in the breeze, dodging squeaking and shrieking young ladies as we shouted "Coming thru!" and "Make way!". We all got back safely and fully clothed.
We'd done it and got away with it (or so we thought). There was only One. Small. Problem.
Of course one of the young ladies recognised that one of the streakers had a *ahem* somewhat distinctive physical attribute. That many people were able to guess belonged to Gerry. Who when questioned, folded like a stack of towels at a linen company.
A couple of other guys got suspended along with Gerry. The rest of us thanked and in turn threatened the 'caught' culprits into keeping their silence.

Length: About 100m from one school gate to the other and then a 30 odd metre scramble down the riverbank slope and the same in reverse to get back again.
TL;DR? - Boys with bent cocks shouldn't run naked thru a girls school lest they be recognised due to their bent cock.
(s0ckpuppet logging out to reply to you if you're not careful, Thu 15 Aug 2013, 8:17, 7 replies)

Less time streaking, and more time paying attention in class,
you might know what "parallel" means.

Congratulations on having such a distinctive writing style, s0ckpuppet.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 15 Aug 2013, 8:32, closed)

I started a drawing mm
using a magenta paintbrush no less.
But I thought maybe words could do it. If you take a planometric view of Gerry (from the top) then looking down, even tho his penis is drooping (flaccid) it is still (I'm guessing unless he's had surgery) hanging where the shaft leaves the body and then turns right (at roughly 90 degrees). Hence the tip or head of his penis sits parallel NOT perpendicular (as mine and I imagine yours does) to his body.
No gold stars for you in "Penile Geometry" sunshine!
(s0ckpuppet logging out to reply to you if you're not careful, Thu 15 Aug 2013, 8:46, closed)

mine hangs down parallel
i think what you're admitting here is that you have a tiny little stubbycock that juts out like a dribbly wart

which i shouldn't imagine is a surprise for anybody
(alright alright, Thu 15 Aug 2013, 9:33, closed)

I take issue with the idea that a single point can be considered parallel to anything.
You should draw a picture, though - crude, magenta cocks are the lifeblood of b3ta.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 15 Aug 2013, 11:24, closed)

Distinctive writing style. Like the cause of distinctive bent cocks is by always rubbing the same way.
If you get my drift.
( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Thu 15 Aug 2013, 8:51, closed)

Left handed wanking?

(s0ckpuppet logging out to reply to you if you're not careful, Thu 15 Aug 2013, 9:01, closed)

tl:dr
fuck off
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 15 Aug 2013, 8:59, closed)