"IT" Happened in the Shower

Like a bite of the forbidden fruit, once a guy gets the first tasty bit of the good stuff..... It's ON!!
Eric~

I was a very goody-goody boy in my early years. I didn't have any secrets from my parents, nor anything to be ashamed of. Until "It" happened one day. I was twelve and just taking a normal shower when I realized that I was giving my stiff little prick a lot more attention than usual. I ordered myself to stop touching that part of my body, but there was a problem.

My little stiffie was sticking straight out and begging for attention. I soaped it up and gave it some extra rubbing. After a little while I thought, that's enough of that. But Dickie was still stiff. I began a second round of scrubbing. My inflexible weenie felt very strange. I wiggled it, wobbled it and jiggled it. Then the strange feelings spread to my entire body. Quit it! I told myself. And for a moment I did quit. Slowly letting the shower rinse all the soap off my innocent little hard-on. But something drove my hand straight back to my wee erection. Just as I gave my dick a few little pumping motions with my thumb and two fingers, all hell broke loose. My dick pulsed and the strange feelings took control of me, centering in the back of my neck and the small of my back. The feelings scared the shit out of me. And then - - - I can't explain how the next moments felt. It was as if my erect little peter contained a pressurized can that suddenly fired, sending an unprecedented crescendo through my little pee-pee and making me stagger back from the water spray.


 What the heck had happened? Why did I feel so peculiar? I wrapped my hand around my little dick and tiny balls. They felt slimy. Yet I had rinsed them off! What in God's name? The next chapter of this story is that I "experimented" the next night. And soon my "experiments" turned into a compulsion. I looked forward to my nightly showers because I knew I was going to do a very private and secret thing to myself. I was going to make my little dickie shoot out that strange sticky stuff. I made it happen every night. And I loved it. Loved it every night in the shower, and suddenly had a secret. Nobody knew my secret. Not my parents, not my friends, just me. And how I loved that excellent moment when the secret stuff shot out of little Dickie and splattered on the tile.

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