DINK IN THE SINK
Today’s contributor witnesses a horrifying (and very public) sex injury
I’m always going to this local Irish pub near my house — it’s provided for some fun times. This one weekend was a bit more…interesting than others. I had a hard week at work and my friends and I decided to throw down as much alcohol as we could without going to the hospital.
Of course, as soon as my drunkenness set in, a cutie walked into the bar. I was all over him. Like any good gentleman, he proceeded to buy me drinks to add to my already inebriated state. It was then that I decided there was only one way to make this night complete.
I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the bathroom and to this day, I couldn’t tell you whether it was the guy’s or girl’s. We eagerly locked the door behind us and started to go at each other. I mean, we were screwing like wild dogs, I had never done it so rough with someone in my entire life. We were up against the stall doors, the hand-dryer, the mirrors, everywhere.
The last place I remember we were at the sink, and this guy pulled out, lifted me on top of the sink, and was about to re-enter me when all of a sudden I felt the sink beneath me shake. He had thrust his dick, with every drunk muscle of strength, straight into the ceramic sink.
His screaming sobered me up quick! I got dressed, eased his clothes back on because the man went from a wild dog to a whimpering puppy, and walked him out of the bathroom. The bar owner called an ambulance and he was rushed to the hospital, where he was treated for a penile fracture. Every time I’m in that bathroom now, I can’t help but feel a little bad whenever I wash my hands.
