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Fucking a Shower Drain

After years of reading, I'm finally posting the story about my first time. I was 13, and I figured out masturbating by "having sex" with a shower drain.

My family lived in a big country house at the time. The only special part of that then 40-year-old house, other than everything was breaking down due to age, was that all the dimensions of all the rooms were custom built and custom made. My brother and I shared the downstairs bathroom, which featured a tiled shower about five feet long and four feet wide. I'd always lay down in the shower, after a hockey game or bad day at school, to let the warm water roll over me.

There was a grate over the drain and, naturally, it broke away and was never replaced. I'd play with the drain, plugging it up and letting the shower nearly flood over, then unplugging the drain and hearing the water whoosh away.

After a titillating day of Catholic school sex ed (purely anatomical speech), I was soaping up in the basement shower. Like clockwork, I quickly expanded to my full 4" length. I can remember feeling tingly there and enjoying washing myself as a matter of course for ever (still do, tee hee). For whatever reason, on this day, I paid notice to the size of the drain. I don't remember the proportions, so let's say the drain was the size of a quarter and my barely pubescent cock was the size of a nickel around. My turn in the shower was up so I had to leave, but I committed to try to repeat the sex ed mechanical talk the next night.

I spent all the next day thinking about me and the shower drain.

When shower time arrived, I wasted little effort on the build up. I only had 10 minutes and wanted to make it count. I went straight to my crotch with the soap and positioned myself over the drain. I lowered myself down into the rigid plastic hole and bent my legs up to fold into the wall. I was immediately hit by a rush of hormones. That explosive pleasure I'm so familiar with now slammed into my brain and lungs with the force of a freight train. I was a perfect fit.

There was no teaching for me, no practice with a sibling (that would come later). With the hot water washing over my back and around my body, instinct took over. I slid up, then down, up, then down, slowly and deliberate at first, but quickening with urgency. I stifled my little moans as new pains rolled through me - the unforgiving plastic chafing against my cock and the orgasm building up deep inside of me in an area of which I had no prior awareness. I kissed and caressed the tile floor and pretended it was a girl crush at school as the pressure built up with every thrust, thinking I was a king stud.

I don't remember how long it took but that "need to pee" feeling took over. With my head spinning, I for the first time ever blasted semen out from inside of me.

And I shouted, "Ouch!"

I remember being exhausted, and my parents asking me if I was okay once I came out ("I only stubbed my toe on the open drain"). I remember sliding out of the drain and standing up, caressing my sticky, sensitive head and feeling a whole new kind of happy. I remember feeling afraid and anxious, too, not entirely sure what was happening. But I also grew curious: what did my semen look like? How did it feel? Was ejaculating as high-speed as I felt it to be? How would I get rid of it once it came from me? I was too curious and hooked to stop.

I was able to repeat my escapade two nights later, but could never make a third time happen. My erection simply wouldn't fit in the drain anymore. I swear, it grew a few sizes after those initial encounters. I felt manly and macho, and wanted to do it again, damn the consequences.

There have been lots of fun times since, and I've answered a lot of my questions over 20 years. But that shower drain was my first. And I still love playing in the shower.



Posted on: 2014-04-13 21:01:01 | Author: