Chapter 1b

The curtain was open.
"Martin, whatcha doin'?" David asked.
"Uh...." I replied in what will henceforth be known as 'witty quip of the day #1'
"How long have you been standing there?" I asked
"Long enough to become uncomfortable watching you have impure thoughts about the drainage system of the house."
"Great."
My penis and I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel.
"I'll be in my room."
"Sure thing. I've got the new issue of Plumber's Monthly downstairs. Yeah, I know, no interruptions."
Shame, shame, shame.
In my room, I couldn't help but wonder, my indiscretion aside, if plumbing and pipes were, in fact, somehow Goddess Worship related. The endless vaginal tunnel, bending in every which way, a constant source of exploration.
Then again, it might just be a way to make poo be gone.
What do I know?

Chapter 1a

I stood there in the shower as the water drained away.
I couldn't help but wonder, as I am sure so many men have wondered, whether
or not my penis would fit in the drain, if it would feel good if I turned the
water on and if I'd have to use some sort of lubrication, not so much for fitting
but just for fun.
I waited too long.
Far too long.