Originally Posted by motivated
….But once you get a gal into the sack, it’s the moment of truth. I don’t know about the others, but the women I know not only would not fall for a stunt like that, they would ride you even more relentlessly and publish your sophomore prank to the whole female population. In short, it would backfire big-time. Everyone would know your true size, along with the fact that you tried to fudge it!
Very true. Back in the day, when I was a bouncer at a hot night spot, this really weird-looking guy would show up every Friday night - skin tight pants with a hellish mound in front. I immediately recognized it as a cheap codpiece, but amazingly the opinion amongst others was divided. He was the classic lounge lizard - gold chains, thinning hair, rings on his fingers, always pointing to people and nodding with a big grin. Total phony.
Finally, a friend of one of the barmaids decided to leave with “Tony Disco” and see what he was all about. When they were at his place, he popped into the bathroom, but when he came out - still dressed - the “John Holmes Mound” was mysteriously absent. She questioned him about it, he got nervous, she darted into the bathroom and saw it under a towel on the hamper: a huge moulded thing that felt like rubber. She tried to run out with it, but he snatched it off of her.
Needless to say, she told everybody.
Needless to say, we never saw him again.