When I was 14 I was drawing, worse than even the shittiest perma beg on this board, we didn't have internet, and I needed to jerk it.
So I drew coom, it was awful, terrible shit, but it was what my little virgin coombrain needed. Upon my post nut shame, I ripped the papers into pieces, and not wanting my folks to see it in the garbage bin, flushed them down the toilet.
That night, my step Dad called me downstairs,
THE TOILET FUCKING CLOGGED
he didn't know what it was, and wanted me to help him try and fix it. Never in my life have I been so frightened, at the time I was 5'2 and 120 lbs, my step dad was 6'5 and this hulk of a man, if he found my coom art, clogging his toilets, I wouldn't be typing this story today. We spent 2 hours trying to figure out the cause of the jam.
By some miracle of God, we flushed testing, and everything went down alright. I really thought my step dad would find my shitty coom art, and I would die. But God was merciful.
In those 2 hours, I was the most afraid I've ever been, it was 3 years before I mustered the courage to even attempt drawing women's anatomy lmao.
Haven't thought about that in a while.