As Chase graduates, he is proud of his accomplishments. It was not always that way. As a boy, he was bratty and cocky. His parents recognized these behaviors and realized they would not lead to his growing up to be a successful and respectful young man. They started a regimen of weekly hot, soapy enemas. At first Chase protested. He told them he did not need or want an enema. Those complaints did not go far. Some days the spanking he got for refusing resulted in a bottom the shade of red equal to the enema bag. Chase soon learned that protesting the enemas was not in his best interest. Needless to say, they were embarrassing, humiliating, and required him to endure cramping, holding his water, and having his bowels controlled. This regimen worked though and with time, Chase started to devote himself to his studies as well as his love of lacrosse ultimately leading to graduating as valedictorian and being the captain of the lacrosse team and leading them to becoming state champions. Chase’s relationship with enemas also changed. He came to learn their importance. The cramps that he initially protested and even cried over he began to look forward to. He would say, “no pain, no gain.” They became arousing for him and with time, when he was home alone, he would get the bag out and challenge himself to take bigger and soapier enemas. These got paired with strong sexual arousal and he began to experience powerful orgasms. As he prepared his graduation speech, he thought about everyone who supported and guided him, the successes he was able to achieve, and his special relationship with the red bag.
Joey and I had connected on an internet website. At first he seemed hesitant. I persisted and we were able to create conversation, well, as much as a Gen-Z person usually does. It was starts and stops. He always responded, sometimes with longer lag times that caused me to wonder if he had lost interest. With time, I could tell he was really into it. The ‘it’ was enemas. As our on-line relationship evolved, I discovered what he wanted was for an older man to give him an enema like his mother had done growing up. It seemed simple enough. Joey had come to the big city to attend college. Now 21 and free of his parent’s supervision, he was able to start exploring. As we chatted on the website, I learned about the different things he was exploring: college majors, clubs, city activities, possible careers. I guess he was like any other college kid. The difference was that Joey wanted something else. He was exploring a niche of his sexuality. As he felt comfortable with me, he shared his secret interest. As a child, he had become obsessed with enemas. He had gotten a few as a kid, not that many in reality. They were always the same. He would strip naked, then head into the bathroom where his mom sat on the closed toilet seat with a towel on her lap. He would go over her lap. Then, with his head at the floor looking up at the bulging bag and his legs dangling, she would insert the greased nozzle, open the clamp, and fill his bowels with hot, soapy water until either the bag emptied or he begged so hard for her to take it out that he was in tears. She would encourage him to hold it as long as he could then he would jump up and hit the toilet seat only to unleash everything in his colon. He noted how thoroughly they cleaned him out. The other thing he noted was how much they had taken on a life of their own. They were sexually stimulating. As he grew older and his parents felt more comfortable leaving him home by himself when they went out, Joey started to discover the enema bag on his own and the powerful sexual gratification it gave him. The mere thought of enemas resulted in an erection; actually taking one culminated in jerking off and an amazing orgasm. Joey also began to realize his sexual desire for boys. Admitting he was gay was much easier than his secret love of enemas. As our chats progressed, he acknowledged how happy he was on finding the website and finally being able to connect with other like-minded guys. I felt lucky to have connected with him and was willing to share my experiences and help him as he further explored the world of klismaphilia, something which I was a devotee. Joey wanted more than just an on-line mentoring though. It came in a chat one day.
“So, do you give guys enemas?” I was ready.
“Of course.” What else would I respond because, of course, I did.
“Would you give me an enema?”
“Of course.” Definitely not going to turn that opportunity down. “Would you like a guy like me to give you an enema?” I had to ask because, being old enough to be his father, I had to ask. This fact not uncommonly, stopped younger guys dead in their tracks and ended any further conversation. This was my worry with Joey.
It didn’t though, and I got the response, “Yes” and a big smiley emoji. There was a pause. “I want one like my mother gave me.” I pondered that. We had had enough conversation, and I had asked enough questions to know exactly what Joey wanted. He wanted to be that boy again, stripped naked, and over his mother’s lap being given his enema. Though now, Joey wanted a guy, an older guy, to give it to him.
“I would love to give you an enema.” [Smiley emoji] – I too, could be tech savvy.
“Really?” He seemed surprised.
“Absolutely.”
I could go through the rest of the conversation but really it isn’t necessary. Joey and I had chatted enough over time that we knew each other. The talk wasn’t just about enemas, though, we did talk a lot about them. We had gotten to know each other a bit. As we felt more comfortable, bits and pieces about our lives, families, and growing up came out. A relationship had formed albeit, an on-line one. His desire now out in the open, we were only left the actual planning of the meeting. Having done it before, I arranged to meet him Saturday afternoon at a local coffee house in the gayborhood for a meet and greet with no obligation. I wanted him to be comfortable with me. In fact, I insisted. I think Joey really wanted the enema and would have taken an Uber as soon as I agreed and stripped for me. But, I wanted no regrets. I told him he had the right of refusal when we met. He understood and agreed.
We met. Conversation moved smoothly though anyone could read the anxious anticipation on his face. He was a handsome young man. Despite his age, he didn’t look more than about 14. He was mature though, carried himself well, spoke intelligently (he was in the college’s Honor’s Program) though I did wonder if he used his boyish looks seductively. It certainly worked on me. After a bit of conversation, it was time. I asked him, “Well, what do you think?”
“I want it.” And, it was clear he did. We left and walked back to my apartment. Once there, I showed hm around to help him feel comfortable. He loved the view which I must say also sold me on the unit. As we stood next to each other admiring the view of the city from my high floor condo, I let my hand move to his bubble butt and gave it a gentle rub. I tuned to look at him, “Joey, it’s time for your enema. Now be a really big boy for me.”
“Yes dad.” While a bit taken back, I was not shocked. The scene was set. I knew he needed to be that boy and be taken care of by dad, and that is what I was going to do. This would be Joey’s first man-man enema and I would make sure it wouldn’t be his last. We went into the bedroom and I told Joey to strip down. He understood. His erection could hardly be contained by his pants or underpants. Oh to be his age again. We went into the bathroom where I prepared his hot, soapy enema. My bathroom was large and it permitted me bringing a chair in and placing the towel on it. I hung the bag. I sat down, put the towel on my lap. “Hand me the nozzle” I directed. Joey complied. I patted my lap, “Underpants off and over my lap son.” He pushed the underpants over his bulging erection and they fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them and put them off to the side. His body was smooth but thankfully had all of his pubic hair and he had not shaved there. Reflexively, he stroked himself a few times. His cock stood at attention. He came close to me and lowered himself onto me. His body was warm as he laid across my lap. I adjusted a bit so his bubble butt was in full view. I rubbed it as well as his back and legs. Then, I spread his cheeks and got a whiff of his boy smell and the sight of his pink rosebud. I rubbed his back, “Are you going to be a really big boy for me?”
“Yes sir” he responded.
“That a boy.” I took the greased nozzle and touched his rosebud, then with firm gentle pressure let it invade him. Reflexively his anus tightened. I waited and then pushed. The nozzle slipped and seated itself. I rubbed his back and legs. “Good boy.” I paused to let him adjust to the nozzle in him. “You ready?”
“Yes.” came his response as he rested his head on his crossed arms at the floor. I could see him look up at the bag every so often. He knew he would be getting the whole bag. I knew he wanted it. But I also knew his trepidation about whether he would be able to take the whole bag and whether it would cramp or hurt. In our conversations we joined on the love-hate of the enema, wanting it so much but also being scared of it. I rubbed his back and tousled his hair, “Good boy.”
Finally ready, I announced, “Here we go.” Then came the unmistakable CLICK. I moved the nozzle in and out a bit and rubbed his back and legs. After a pause I asked, “Is it going in?”
“”Yes. I can feel it.”
“Good boy. Take your enema for me.”
“Yes dad.”
“That a boy.” Joey was pretty quiet. He would every so often look at the bag. I continued to rub his back and play with the nozzle. “You doing OK?”
“Yeah”
“Getting full? Any cramps?”
“No I’m doing OK.”
“Good boy.” Joey knew how to take an enema. His mom had taught him well, and he was a very obedient son., but he had also given himself plenty of them. It felt so good to have this handsome boy over my lap with a nozzle in his ass filling him with a big, hot, and soapy enema. The sensations were overwhelming. The mix of the rubber smell of the enema bag, the Ivory soap, and his all-boy body scents. He had also adorned himself with a very seductive cologne though maybe it was really his cute body and not the cologne that was seducing me, or the fact that I was filling him with a good enema. In retrospect, I’m sure it was the sum of it all.
He did well taking his enema. There were occaisional moans but he stayed pretty silent as the enema filled him. I continued to play with the nozzle and rub his body providing silent encouragement.
Then he broke the silence. “Um, I’m getting kinda full.”
“You’re OK. Take some short quick breathes, pant like a doggy.” Joey followed and I could hear him panting. “Good boy. It’s almost all in. Take the whole bag and make me proud.”
“Is it all in yet. I’m really feeling it.”
“Almost all there. Just a little more. You can do it.” and with that we both heard the gurgle. I reached for the clamp and shut it off. “All in. Now try to hold it a bit so it can work.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Really try Joey. I know you can.”
“I’m really full. I really gotta go.”
“OK.” I took the nozzle out and set it in the shower stall. Joey got up. Because he was thin, I could see his now pregnant belly full of enema water. He scurried over to the toilet and sat down. As quickly as he did, the first rush of water came out as a torrent. He took a breath and looked at me. His puppy dog eyes were adorable. “You were a really good boy.” There was another gush and then a smile came to his face.
“Thank you.” Another gush came out. “God, that was amazing.”
“You liked your enema?”
“Oh yeah. It felt so good.” He finished expelling, and wiped himself, flushed the toilet, and washed his hands.
“Shall we go chill a bit?” I suggested.
“Yeah”
“Put your undies on and we can chill on my bed.”
“Great.”
We did. Joey cuddled up next to me. From his cuddled up position, I heard again, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I rubbed his back and he closed his eyes. I pulled the blanket up over us.
Well, anyone reding this tale knows it didn’t end there. But, alas, after all that excitement, we need to take a break. Perhaps I’ll let your imagination fill in what happened next.
It seems like a distant memory. At times, he even wonders if it had actually happened, though he knows it had. It is a very powerful memory of an experience that had combined strong emotions and bodily reactions; it was an event that changed his life.
Ryan remembers the details distinctly; he replays them often
in his mind. It starts with him standing
in the bathroom wearing only his classic white underpants and short white
athletic sox. He wonders why that
particular dress left such a mark, but, to this day, undies and sox mean only
one thing, an enema.
He looked up with his puppy dog eyes, “But why?”
“What were you supposed to do while I was out?” his father
asked.
Ryan dropped his head, “Clean up the dishes and the family
room.”
“Did you do that?”
“No Sir.”
“And what did you do instead?”
“Play video games.”
He paused, then added, “But I reached the highest level…” hoping that
might win some favor. His father was a
great dad, but had a busy schedule and left Ryan yearning for more time with
him. The last thing Ryan wanted to do
was disappoint his father. He had hoped
that by sharing his success in the game, his father would be proud. Clearly, Ryan had miscalculated.
“And did you do your assigned chores?”
“No Sir.” Clearly,
Ryan had fallen short despite the satisfaction of his own personal success.
“Then that is why we’re here now.”
Ryan watched as the soap swirled in the full pitcher of water. As it worked its way around the top, the water was turning cloudy, and with time, very milky. What had been clear was now opaque. A head of soapsuds was forming, as his father worked the bar of soap in the very warm water. Ryan could see small amounts of steam rising from the surface documenting its heat.
The scent of the Ivory soap filled the bathroom. It was unmistakable, partly fresh and clean, but also clinical. Its freshness could not hide its matter-of-fact clinical utility. It was soap and the role of soap was to clean.
The empty enema bag laid next to the pitcher, a tube of K-Y jelly nearby. Ryan looked at the tubing as it coiled around and ended with a nozzle. As he looked at it, it seemed very big. It frightened him. How was that going to get into him. Would it hurt? Would it even fit? The gravity of the situation was dawning on Ryan. He liked the personal attention he was getting from his father, but he wondered what the price would be.
Overall, Ryan was a good kid. He studied and got good grades. He helped out at home. As far as kids goes, all of the parents in
the neighborhood liked Ryan. He had a
squeaky-clean, boy-next-door quality to him.
His warm smile, polite manners, and easy disposition made him a quick
friend, and he was popular. While not a
jock by any standard, he liked sports and was good enough. He swam on the club team in the summer (his
favorite) but also played soccer and baseball at school. His developing body reflected such
musculature. Girls, in particular, liked
him, and he was a common topic of their lunchtime conversation at school. Ryan, though, had not noticed them as much;
his eyes were on other students, particularly the boys, and most attentively in
the locker room. He figured he just had
not developed the interest his classmates had in girls but that it would happen
with time.
So there Ryan was, in the bathroom, wearing just his
underpants and sox. While the room was
warm, Ryan felt a shiver through his body.
He knew that what was going to happen was not necessarily going to be
the high point of his day. Why hadn’t he
done what he was supposed to? He and his
dad could have been doing something else.
It was bittersweet. Ryan was
getting increasingly nervous about what was to transpire.
His father took the soap out of the pitcher. He reached over and closed the clamp on the enema bag. “Hold the bag,” he instructed his son. Ryan picked the bag up and held it while his father poured the whole pitcher of soapy water into the bag. It almost overflowed. The head of soapsuds at the top did bubble over the top a little. As he held the filling bag, Ryan could now fully appreciate its warmth. It was not too hot, but it was very warm.
His father put the empty pitcher down and took the bag from his son and hung it on the towel rack midway up the wall bringing the tubing up and resting it over the top. Ryan stood motionless, taking in the whole scene. As he surveyed the bathroom more fully, he saw that there had been a towel placed on the floor. The scene was set.
His father looked him straight in the eyes, “Son, you know
why you’re getting this enema?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t do as I was told.”
“That’s right. You
need to learn to be responsible. That
attitude of ‘you’re going to do what you want’ does not work here or in the
world. Do you understand me?”
“”Yes Sir, but do we have to?”
“Yes. I need to teach
you discipline. It won’t help to let
things like this go. My father taught me
this lesson the same way I am going to teach it to you.”
“Yes Sir.” Ryan so
much wanted his father’s praise and love.
He would have done almost anything, but now, standing there, in his
barely clothed state, knowing what was going to happen, he had major
regrets. “But, I’m sorry, I really
am. I won’t do it again.”
“I know you are son, and I accept your apology, but this
needs to be done. Boys have a way of
forgetting, and they need firm discipline to make sure they learn their lesson.
My father taught me this lesson on more than one occasion, and I learned. You will too, even if it needs to be repeated”
Ryan knew it was no use.
It was going to happen. He only
hoped it would not be too bad. Enemas
were supposed to be good for you, aren’t they?
He looked at the bulging enema bag and its thick nozzle. Would it hurt? Would he be able to take it
all? The bag almost looked bigger than
his flat belly. How would he ever be able
to take the whole thing?
“Ryan, look at the bag.
Do you see it?”
“Yes Sir.”
“You’re going to need to take the whole bag, do you
understand me?”
“Yes Sir, but,….it’s so big.”
“It will push your limits, but you can do it. This is part of your punishment.”
“But I said I was sorry. I learned my lesson. Please dad….”
“And I accepted your apology and know you want to do the
right thing, but now, the right thing is taking your enema, and the whole bag,
no matter how uncomfortable it may get.
Do you understand me?”
“The whole bag? What
if I feel full or it starts to cramp or hurt?”
Ryan kept looking back and forth from his father to the bulging enema
bag becoming increasingly worried, as he knew the time for it was coming. Why hadn’t he just done his chores as he was told?
“Yes Ryan, the whole bag.
You need to show me that you have learned your lesson. Now take off your underpants.”
“But please, don’t do it. I’m sorry, really I am.”
“Take your underpants off.
Don’t make me ask you again.”
Ryan knew he did not have a choice. He reached his hands into the waistband of his
classic white briefs. He pushed them
over his hips and they fell to his ankles.
He stepped out of them and hung them on the rack. He now stood in front of the bulging bag
wearing only his sox. He was fully
exposed for his father’s inspection. He
felt the sharp contrast of the bathroom air on his body with the warmth he felt
in his toes from his sox. It was a weird
feeling. It almost made him feel more
naked that how naked he really was.
“Get on the towel on all fours,” he was instructed. Ryan did as told.
“That a boy, now spread your knees apart a bit.” He did.
His father was clear in his directions.
Ryan knew him to be a no-nonsense type of guy, but also a truly caring
father. Ryan felt his father rub his
back and buttocks. Then he felt him
spread his cheeks. His father had a
clear look at Ryan’s rosebud and could smell his boy-scent. He knew the enema would be hard for Ryan to
take, it was a punishment he had received regularly from his own father. But, he knew it was for Ryan’s own good, and
he would help his son endure the punishing enema. He knew his son would be a better boy for
having taken it.
His father reached for the KY and placed a generous dollop
on his finger. “I’m going to lube you.
Try to relax.”
“Yes Sir.” His father
could hear in a somewhat quivering, almost mumbled voice by his son. Ryan’s head was held down. Occasionally, he would look over his shoulder
to see the bulging bag hanging there waiting to deliver its punishment.
Ryan felt his cheeks spread and then his father’s finger at
his anus. He wanted to resist, but knew
it would not work. It was cold, and he
could feel pressure. He instinctively
tightened up. “Open up Ryan, don’t fight it; it will go easier.”
“I’m trying.”
“That a boy.” Ryan
felt the finger entering. It felt
cool. He could feel his father spreading
the lube all around on the inside and moving his finger in and out, then
finally removed.
His father then took the nozzle and smeared the remaining
lube on it. He aimed it at the tub and
opened the clamp. Ryan heard a gurgle
and then saw the spray of water from the nozzle tip spraying into the tub. His father shut the clamp. He spread Ryan’s cheeks once again and let the
nozzle rest on Ryan’s rosebud. “Bear
down like you’re having a BM.” Ryan did
as told. He felt pressure at the
entrance. He wanted to resists it
penetration, but had no ability to as the nozzle made its way in carefully
directed by his father. It was so
big. Ryan worried how it would fit
in. His anxiety rose as he felt the
seemingly very large tulip-shaped head of the nozzle penetrate him. He took a gasp, and as he did, his rectum
swallowed the nozzle. His father moved
it in and out a bit to make sure, it was well-seated. Ryan regained his breath. Despite his fears, it was OK, in fact, it
kind of felt good.
“That a boy.” His father said rubbing his hand over Ryan’s
back. “It’s a big nozzle to help you hold
your enema.”
“Are you ready son?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Now remember, you need to take the whole bag. It may get uncomfortable, but it has to be
done. Once it starts, it will continue
until you empty the bag. Understand?”
“Yes Sir.”
“If you can’t make it, I’ll stop, but it will mean repeated
enemas and further punishment. Do you
understand?”
“Yes Sir.” Ryan was a
smart boy. He knew he had to make it
through the enema which hung above him.
“OK then, here we go.”
Ryan braced himself. There was
quiet in the bathroom, and then he heard it, “CLICK,” it was the dull metallic
sound of the hose clamp. There was a pause and then Ryan felt it. The warm feeling started inside of him coming
from where he imagined the nozzle was. It
was a weird feeling. The warmth spread
through his pelvis. He started to breath. “This won’t be too bad,” he said to himself,
hoping he was right.
His father rubbed his back and moved the nozzle in and out
to make sure it was seated correctly. He reiterated, “I know you’re sorry son, for
not getting your chores done, but you have to do better. Understand?”
“Yes sir. I’m sorry.”
“I know you are, but that’s why we’re here. I want you to learn
from your mistakes.”
Ryan was half listening and half trying to take in the whole
situation. He was naked, wearing only
short sox, on all fours in the bathroom, with a nozzle in his rectum filling
him with hot, soapy water. On one hand,
he was scared and on the other, he reveled in the closeness he was having with
his father. He knew his father meant
well, and he wanted to make him proud.
The initial good feeling was starting to change. Ryan was starting to feel full. He turned and looked up at the bag. It was still pretty full, at least half, he
thought. He lowered his head and tried
to distract himself. It became harder.
The full feeling was beginning to morph.
He was starting to feel a cramp. He looked again, this time feeling more
desperate. The bag did not look like it moved much. He started to panic. He let out a soft moan.
“That a boy, about half way there. Be strong for me.”
“Yes Sir.” His voice
now had a quiver. It had lost the strong
sense it had earlier. His father could
tell the enema was starting to have the desired effect.
His father reached under him and rubbed his belly. “Let the enema go in and work, son. It needs to clean you out.” As he moved his hand back, it grazed Ryan’s cock. This felt weird to Ryan, it almost was a bit exciting and he started to feel an erection. He thought, “How crazy, I’m feeling full and yet I’m getting hard.”
Then it happened, what had felt pleasantly full, gave way to a strong cramp. “Ohhh” he what felt pleasantly full gave way to a strong let out a cry, “It hurts dad, seriously. Please stop it.”
“It’s OK son, work through it. Take short quick breathes,
pant like a doggy.” His father reached
under and gently rubbed his son’s belly.
“That a boy, you can do it.” His father’s mind went back to his days
receiving punishment enemas from his father.
They were very strong and painful enemas. His father offered no consolation. Had Ryan’s father complained he would have
gotten a severe spanking and yet another, even soapier enema. Ryan’s father made the conscious decision to
help his son through it as hard as it would be.
Ryan needed to learn discipline and his father would help him learn
it.
“Oh Dad, it hurts, Please stop. I don’t think I can take any
more.”
“Yes you can. Open up.
Be a good boy for me. Take the enema.”
“Dad, no, please stop it. I’m sorry, really I am. I learned my lesson. It’s enough to clean me out.” The pleas were getting more desperate. His son’s voice got higher. This otherwise strong boy was being reduced to a child. He was clearly uncomfortable, entering into panic mode. He panted hard, looking up to his father for relief.
“No dice, you need to learn discipline son, and you will
take the whole enema, every drop.” His
father knew it was tough, but also knew his son could do it and would feel
better having done it. He rubbed Ryan’s
back some more. “That a boy, it’s almost
all in. Just a little more.”
Ryan was panting like a doggy and almost shaking. The cramp was starting to ease. He looked up and the bag was almost empty. He felt his father’s presence and felt him
rub his back and his belly. He also
noted that he was now rock hard. He was
instantly embarrassed. What was that
about he questioned himself. How is he
going to explain it to his father?
Unbeknownst to Ryan, his father knew all too well about
enemas and erections. Having been at the
receiving end of many of his own father’s enemas and having sported raging
hard-ons himself through his enemas, he knew that Ryan was responding like any
normal boy. In some ways, he was proud
of his son and at the same time impressed by his son’s manhood.
“It’s OK son, enemas will get you hard. I’ve been there many
times.” The words were meant to comfort.
‘Dad, it’s so embarrassing.
Can’t we please stop? I’m full. I
can’t take any more.”
“It’s almost all over, and then we can stop. I told you the whole bag and we aren’t wimping
out now.” His father rested his hand on
Ryan’s back, rubbed it and his legs. A
small amount of sweat was now present.
And, to Ryan’s further embarrassment, there was also a generous amount
of pre-cum dripping from his dick. Ryan
had gotten his treatment. His father
assessed the enema as a “good” enema, one meant to help his son mature into the
fine young man he would be. And like himself, Ryan may have learned of the
pleasures enemas can provide
The bag gurgled. Ryan
let out a sigh. His father closed the
clamp.
“Can I go?”
“Whoa there trooper.
Chill out. We need to let it
work. Rest tight.”
“Please dad, I’m really full. I have to go.” Ryan looked at his father with such pitiful eyes. His father knew the feeling, but also knew letting his son off easy would not help him. Ryan needed to learn the discipline.
‘No son, you have to hold your enema. It’s part of learning
discipline. If we always got what we
wanted when we wanted, we wouldn’t be able to endure the harder things life
deals us.”
Ryan missed most of the message. He was focusing on keeping the angry enema water
in his bowels and not having an accident.
“That a boy. Hold
your enema. No leaks or we’ll start over from the beginning.” His father could see him clamping down on the
nozzle. He knew the enema wanted
out. He reached under Ryan’s now bloated
belly and rubbed. “It’s like you’re pregnant” he mused with a smile.
“Daddddd…” Ryan was not amused. “Please stop. It’s hard enough holding the
enema. Please let me go.”
“Stop being a baby.
You can and will hold your enema.
Do you want another one?
“No Sir. Please I’m just so full and I REALLY have to go.”
Ryan was more emphatic this time. He
really did need to expel.
“OK young man. Now you promise to behave in the future and when
you’re assigned chores to do them.”
“Yes.” There was a
pleading quality in Ryan’s voice. His
father knew he would not be able to hold the enema much more. He gently removed the large nozzle. “OK, young man, on the toilet.” Ryan got up, his belly very full, looking
pregnant, and with a very strong urge to expel.
He seared himself on the toilet and immediately the flood started. Ryan could feel the water as it exited; it
was still very warm. His release was punctuated
by occasional more formed stool and gas.
He rested is elbows on his knees and let his head drop. His father stood over him and rubbed his hair
and then shoulders.
“Now that wasn’t that bad, was it?” His father asked with a subtle smile. Ryan looked up,
feeling exhausted, intermittently grimacing as a wave came
over him and he expelled.
“Is that the type of enema Grandpop gave you?” Ryan knew of his father’s experiences. He had been curious but was always scared to
ask. This seemed like the right time and
allowed him to take his mind off the torrent coming out of his rectum.
“Yes, but mine were even more intense, if you can believe
that.”
Ryan held his head down as he let go another burst of enema
water and stool. He started to breathe
heavier and then relaxed.
“You were a good boy Ryan.
It is hard taking a hot, soapy enema, but you troopered through it. You made me proud. When I was your age, I was a mess. Crying,
screaming, and begging. Sometimes, Uncle
Pat had to come help hold me down while Grandpop gave me my enemas. Honestly, you were quite the man. Makes me think I should give you another one to
make sure.” His father had a smile on
his face.
“Dad!” Ryan had not seen the smile but, when he did, they both laughed together in a shared moment. It was followed by more water streaming out of Ryan’s rectum.
Ryan looked at the empty enema bag hanging there and its
hose resting in the tub. His father sat
on the tub edge across from him. They
felt a closeness. It was father-son
bonding. Ryan felt really proud to have
a dad who cared about him and took care of him. As hard as the enema was to take, he knew
that his taking and holding it made his dad proud, and that made he feel good.
“You about done?” his father asked him.
“Yeah, not sure there is anything else in there. You really cleaned me out.”
“Well, wipe up and then maybe go in your room and rest a
little. Sometimes there is more that
will want to come out.” Words of advice that came from an experienced enema
receiver.
His father started to clean up and put things away, leaving
the enema bag hanging over the showerhead in plain view to remind Ryan of his
enema. Ryan wiped himself generously and
put his underpants on, flushed the toilet, and washed up before heading to his
room.
Once there he turned some music on and plopped down on his bed. He felt a sense of relief, but his mind started to race. He had so many different thoughts and feeling going around in his head. As he pondered them, he let his hand move down his belly to his briefs.
He gently rubbed and noted that he was getting hard again. He reached inside the waistband and took his cock in his hand and gently stroked it. He figured after the enema he would just pass out, but he found something that kept him awake. He thought about the nozzle in his rectum and that initial feeling as the enema started to fill him and before the cramps. He got rock hard. He pushed his brief down, initially to his thighs, then ankles and then totally off. Lying there in just his sox, he stroked himself. It felt great. His belly was super flat probably from being totally cleaned out by the enema.
He arched his back a bit. He could not stop himself. He stroked harder knowing it was going to happen. Outside the closed bedroom door, his father could hear the rhythmic sounds coming from Ryan’s room and acknowledged to himself with a smile what was going on. What a good enema-boy Ryan was, he thought.
His breathing picked up and he let out a moan as he felt the electricity pulse through his body and he shot a massive load some hitting over his head, the majority landing on his belly and chest. He kept stroking and basked in the great feeling. He then knew he was an enema-boy and that he was hooked.
(Editorial notes: This story happens before ‘Birthday Boy,’ and describes how Ryan and Paul met. The term ‘boy’ refers to a fully consenting male aged 21 or older)
Ryan was really happy.
He had moved into the city to start graduate school and was in his first
‘real’ apartment. He had just come from
Target where he got some things to help complete his man-cave. He opened the door of the apartment building,
hit the elevator button and was wrapped up in his thoughts about how he wanted
to set the apartment up. The elevator
door opened, he went in, and pushed the button.
As the door started to close, someone jumped in. Ryan had to catch himself and get oriented. Standing next to him was a very handsome
young man, probably about Ryan’s age. He
really was quite handsome. Ryan was
struck. The guy was well-groomed, had
smooth skin and a squeaky-clean appearance.
He was casually dressed and had a relaxed flair about him. He must have recognized that he startled Ryan
ad said, “Sorry to have just jumped in like that.”
Ryan reconstituted, “No problems.”
“Well, it is a good way to say Hi. My name is Paul. I’m one of your upstairs neighbors.”
“Oh, hi, Ryan.”
“Did you just move in?”
“Yeah”
“How’s it going?” One could not help but be drawn in by his
charm and welcoming spirit.
“Pretty well.” Ryan
said, holding up his Target bags.
“Getting some stuff to make it more like home.”
“Sounds good. If I
can be of help, I’m just upstairs in 510.
Are you from around here?”
“Not far, but it is all new to me.”
“I’m happy to help out, just come on up and knock.” Ryan liked that idea, or maybe it was the
idea of getting to know Paul better.
“Hey, thanks.” Ryan
paused and then said, “Well, if you have a minute, I have a couple of prints I
want to hang and could use an additional hand.”
This seemed as good a way to better meet Paul, and he was someone Ryan
did want to get to know better.
“No problem. Just let
me drop some stuff off and I’ll come down.
Which apartment are you?”
“310. Thanks.” The
elevator dang ‘3,’ the door opened, and Ryan left. In his head he said, “God is he cute. Seriously what are the chances….” Ryan made it to his apartment, opened the
door and put his things down. It was a
nice space, sparsely decorated as one might expect given his limited grad
student budget. There was his parent’s
old sofa, a table that served as both dining and study functions and, well, not
much else. The posters and pictures were
stacked up against the wall and he really could use a hand, so he was happy to
have met Paul.
He tidied it up a bit to receive his guest, and the doorbell rang. He
went and opened it and there was Paul. What a nice welcoming party.
Paul had a very nice body. He was taller than Ryan was and was in
shape, certainly no body-builder, but, clean-shaven, and actually a bit
smooth, just the way Ryan liked his guys. What Ryan realized was, that
when Paul looked at you, his beautiful eyes pierced you. You felt an
immediate connection. There was a certain Midwestern charm that
pervaded Paul, and you could not help but feel his presence and a
closeness. Ryan also wondered if this was actually a male attraction
that both guys felt for each other.
Ryan and Paul engaged in some small talk, and then went to
the business of hanging the pictures.
Paul was very helpful and had a good eye for decorating. In fact, Paul’s ideas on placement really
made Ryan much happier than his original ideas.
Having finished the task, Ryan said, “Would you like something to
drink?”
“That would be great.”
“Beer, wine, something else.”
“Thanks. I don’t
drink, so some soda, ice tea, water, juice.
Whatever you have.” Paul was easy to entertain.
“I have coke and ice tea.”
“Ice tea would be great.
But help yourself to something stronger if you like.”
Ryan got the drinks and motioned to the sofa, “Not a lot of seating options. I’m on a low budget.”
“I get it. I’m
thinking this came from a well-intending relative to help,” pointing to the
sofa.
“Bingo, actually, my parents.”
“It works.”
The two guys engaged in talk. It seemed effortless for Paul to hold a
conversation. Ryan enjoyed it as well as
the scenery. With time, it became increasingly clear; Ryan would be very
surprised if Paul was not gay; there were too many signs. And that worked for
Ryan.
After a bit, Paul asked, “Hey, do you mind if I use the
bathroom?”
“No, go ahead. You know where it is?”
“Yep.” Paul got up
and went to the bathroom. Ryan thought,
“This guy is just so nice. He learned
that Paul had recently graduated from the University’s nursing school and had
his first job at its hospital. He seemed to like the work and was still
learning a lot. Ryan was about to start
graduate school at the same school so Paul was able to talk about it
easily. The conversation was fluid. The two enjoyed many of the same things and
there was even a little attraction that Ryan sensed; he certainly was attracted
to Paul. Given all of the signs, Ryan
decided Paul was gay; there really didn’t need to be a specific discussion
about it. Ryan heard the toilet flush
and the door open. Paul came back and sat on the sofa again.
With a smile on his face, perhaps even a twinkle in his eye,
Paul remarked, “I like the way you’ve decorated the place, even the
bathroom.”
Ryan initially liked the complement. He looked across the room with its
sparse decorations, and thought it was kind of a weird comment and the
bathroom too? That was a bit weird, but then he began to freak out.
Not expecting any guests, well, he did not really know anyone yet; he
had left his enema bag hanging on the hook on the back of the bathroom
door and the soap, K-Y, and who knows what else on the counter. Paul
certainly saw them. Ryan zoned out for a minute.
When he came back to the moment and looked up, Paul was
looking straight into his eyes with a bit of a mischievous smile on his face. It was confirmed.
“Oh.” He tried to
think of something, “Thanks. Yeah.”
”You know as a nurse, I’m trained to give enemas.” Ryan turned a shade of red that would mirror
the standard two-quart red enema bag. He
looked away, almost like he got caught in the act.
“Ah, ah, ah……” was all Ryan could get out. Paul realized Ryan’s state.
“I saw your bag. Do
you like them?”
Ryan was stuck. “Ah,
well, kind of, yes,” worried what Paul would think.
“That’s cool. I have to say, so do I.” Paul was clearly more comfortable talking
about the topic.
“Really?” Ryan felt a bit of redemption. Could it be that this guy was into them like
he was?
“Yeah. I got some
growing up and, well, got hooked. I’ve
been doing them since I was a teen and would even sneak the bag when home
alone.”
“Wow!” Ryan had never
really talked with anyone about taking enemas.
The whole scene was somewhat surreal, sitting with a handsome guy and
talking about enemas. He noticed he was
starting to get hard; anything to do with enemas always did that to him. He let his mind wander a bit. The thought of giving and getting an enema
with Paul was too much for him to handle.
They talked about their introduction to and experiences with
enemas. There were many similarities and
joined moments as they spoke.
Ryan grew up in a household where his stepfather believed in
regular cleansings. So, every Saturday
morning from a young age, his step-dad would call him into the bathroom where
he would have to strip and submit to hot and soapy enemas. How many he got depended on Ryan’s behavior
that week, his school performance, and, well, his stepfather’s whim. At times, he wondered if the enemas were more
for the stepfather or him. As he got
older, the enema time became erotic. Ryan
would get a hard on once he entered the bathroom and saw the bag, and then
would try to hide it through his underpants and the procedure. His stepfather must have seen his
erections. After the enema, Ryan would
retire to his bedroom, shut the door, and jerk off, sometimes more than just
once. With time, he would long to have
the house to himself to self-administer an enema. The cramps and full feeling led to jerking
off with some of the most amazing orgasms ever.
For his part, Paul got enemas as a boy too, typically when
he had a fever, though Paul’s mother also used the enema to punish Paul when he
was bad. It didn’t happen that often but
the few times it did, it left an indelible mark on Paul’s memory. Paul, too, waited for the house to be his and
the ability to self-administer enemas which he did quite regularly. Paul enjoyed the power trip he could get when
making another guy take an enema.
As they spoke, it was clear that both boys understood each
other when it came to enemas. And, likewise, both were being turned on with
bulges developing in their pants and repositioning to manage them. Then it happened.
Paul let his arm move across the sofa top and touch Ryan’s shoulder.
Almost simultaneously, he moved his other hand to Ryan’s thigh. While
caught by surprise, Ryan enjoyed Paul’s touch. Ryan adjusted himself
and let his previously crossed legs open so Paul could reach his
crotch. Paul needed no further invitation and let his hand slide to
Ryan’s cock and he started to rub it through Ryan’s pants. Paul moved
closed to Ryan. Ryan let his head fall back against the sofa. Paul
gently rubbed Ryan’s very responsive cock. He looked into Ryan’s eyes
and said, “I think you may need an enema now.” With that, he cupped
Ryan’s erection and gave it a squeeze.
“Mmmmm.” Ryan looked away for a moment basking in the mental
imagery and the great feeling and then looked back at Paul, “Is it that I need
an enema, or that you want to give me an enema?” Ryan reached to Paul’s thigh
and worked his way to Paul’s erection and rubbed it. Both boys were definitely on the same page,
and very erotically excited; one could cut the tension in the room with a
knife.
“I’m thinking it would work for both of us.” Paul had this down.
“I’m down for it.”
“And it looks like you’re all set in the bathroom, too.”
Paul smiled.
“Yeah, kind of.” Ryan
smiled back.
“Shall we go and get undressed?”
“Sure.”
Both boys got up and Ryan led the way through the hall, past the
bathroom, and into the bedroom. Once there, Paul reached around Ryan
from behind and brought his head to the side of Ryan’s. He held his
chest with one hand, holding Ryan close to him and let his other hand
work its way down to his rock-hard erection. He whispered to Ryan, “I
want this to work for you. Make sure you tell me anything I can do to
make it happen. Understand?”
Ryan was beside himself, but felt contained by Paul’s
embrace; he felt Paul’s warmth and closeness.
His mouth was dry and heart beating fast. He got out, “OK.”
“I’m serious. If you
need to stop, just tell me.”
“Yes sir.” Ryan said.
The scene was starting to unfold.
Paul moved his hand inside Ryan’s pants and inside the waistband
of his underpants, now encircling Ryan’s cock.
“I’m going to need you to be a really big boy and take the whole enema.
Understand?”
“Yes sir.” Paul could
feel Ryan starting to quiver a bit. He
liked being in control of a boy.
“I’m going to be right there with you. I’m going to help you take it, but you need
to take the whole bag. Understand?” Ryan
nodded. “It’s going to be a hot, soapy
enema, understand?” He nodded again
staring straight ahead. “Good boy. Now,
let’s get undressed.”
Both boys began to strip.
“Down to undies and sox, OK?” Paul said. Was that a request or a command from Paul? Either way, Ryan complied. He enjoyed Paul’s gentle but firm control of
the scene. The shirts and pants were
thrown on the bed. Ryan stood there in
his classic white briefs and short white sox.
Paul had on short dark sox and navy boxer briefs. Both boys had prominent erections. “Mmmm. Enema time for Ryan.” They both smiled. Paul opened his arms signaling an
embrace. Ryan didn’t need any
encouragement. He went to Paul and
accepted the embrace. They then started
to kiss. Initially it was a casual
closed mouth, but simultaneously both boys opened their mouths and their
tongues met. Paul explored Ryan’s mouth
and Ryan the same. Both were very turned
on and excited. Their erections pressed
against each other.
Ryan pulled back and put his head in Paul’s shoulder. “Is this your first guy-guy enema?” Paul
asked. Ryan just nodded in Paul’s arms. “It’s going to be OK. Remember, if you want or need me to stop, I’m
going to. Understand?”
“Yes.”
Paul reached down and squeezed Ryan’s cock. “Besides, you’re a pretty experienced enema-boy
already, aren’t you?” Ryan nodded
again.
From their discussion in the living room, Paul had learned
that Ryan’s enemas growing up weren’t always pleasant, and while he loved
enemas now, he had a tendency to regress to those earlier times and become very
boyish and scared whenever it came to taking an enema. This worked for Paul, who liked to be in
charge, both forcing a boy to take an enema but also comforting him and helping
him take it. A better match for enema
buddies could hardly been possible.
They headed into the bathroom.
“So what type of enema do you want?” Paul asked Ryan.
“I usually do about three quarts, hot and soapy.”
“Then a three quart hot and soapy you will get. Do you use the J & J?” He pointed to the
shampoo bottle.
“Yeah, about a tablespoon per quart.”
“Mmmm A big boy enema.”
Ryan turned the hot water on and got the enema bag down,
closing the clamp. Once hot, he adjusted
the faucets to the right temperature and filled the bag. Paul motioned to hold it and Ryan gave it to
him and got the soap. Ryan put the
requisite amount in stirring it well.
The water became slightly cloudy and developed a head of suds. The smell of the soap filled the bathroom.
“Over there?” Paul
motioned to the towel rack, asking if that was where to hang it.
“Yeah.”
“Are we going to use this nozzle?” Paul motioned to a large tulip shaped nozzle
on the end of the tubing.
“Yeah, I like it. Just big enough to feel it go in, and then
it stays in.”
“Sounds good.” Ryan grabbed a towel and put it on the floor.
Paul said, “OK,” and took Ryan by the shoulders and turned
him to face the bulging enema bag and its nozzle ready to deliver Ryan’s
enema. “Look at the bag.” Ryan obeyed.
“Now tell me you want an enema.”
Ryan weakly said, “I want an enema.”
“Tell me like you mean it.”
“I want an enema.”
Ryan was more convincing.
“Now ask me to give you the enema.”
“Please give me the enema.”
“Now beg me to give you the enema.”
“PLEASE give me the enema.” Ryan wanted the enema and Paul
was happy to oblige.
“I am, and you’re going to take the whole bag, understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“OK big boy, get those underpants off. It’s time for your enema.”
Ryan complied. His tighty whites fell to the floor and he stepped out
of them and hung them on the towel rack next to the bag. His erection
stood straight at attention. He now only had his short white sox on.
“How do you want to take it?” Paul asked.
“Knee-chest.”
“OK, if it gets too much, you can flip on your back, OK?”
“Yeah”
Ryan got down on the towel on all fours. Paul got down next to him and
rubbed his back and buttocks, then exerted some pressure on his upper
back causing Ryan to move his head and chest close to the floor. “I
want your ass high in the air and your head and chest at the floor,
understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“That a boy.”
Paul reached for the KY and Kleenex and took a generous
amount on his finger. “Spread your knees
a bit.” Ryan complied. Paul spread Ryan’s cheeks. The sight was amazing, a tight pink rosebud
with a little quiver too it. “I’m going to lube you. Try not to clamp down and keep me out. It won’t help.”
Paul put his finger at Ryan’s anus and gently pushed, “Let me in.” It
didn’t really matter. Paul was in control and the lube did its job. His
finger penetrated Ryan.
“Oooh.” Ryan kept his
head braced on his crossed arms at the floor.
Paul inserted his finger all the way and rotated it around. With his
other hand he rubbed Ryan’s back, “At a boy, I’ll get you all lubed for the
nozzle. Take some breathes for me.” Ryan complied. “Good boy.” Paul removed his finger.
Paul took the nozzle, aimed it at the bathtub, opened the clamp
and bled the air out. He added lube to
its tip. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” Paul took the
large nozzle and placed it at Ryan’ anus.
He gently pushed. There was resistance,
but it could not beat Paul’s insistence that it enter. “Open up, don’t fight me.” Paul was gentle,
knowing that the nozzle was a bigger one and one that needed some help to be
inserted. Ryan’s anus opened and then
quickly swallowed the large tulip head. “Oooh, oooh.” Ryan new it had arrived.
Paul rubbed Ryan’s back some more. “Good boy. You’re OK.” He then with
one hand, he reached under Ryan and took his pulsing cock in his hand
and gently stroked it. With the other, he gently moved the nozzle in
and out a bit. The combination of the nozzle in his ass, this cute guy
giving him an enema, and his cock being stroked was almost too much for
Ryan. “Oh God, this feels so good.”
“I know.” Paul said.
“I’m going to keep you hard, just don’t cum yet. OK? Let me know if you’re close so I stop.”
“OK.” And with that Paul further stimulated Ryan. He could tell the
scene was working for Ryan. And on his part, he was dripping pre-cum
that anointed the front of his briefs. Occasionally, he would reach in,
give himself a stroke, and bask in the good feeling and seeing this
cute guy on all fours with an enema nozzle coning from his ass.
Paul reached for the clamp.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.” Ryan said lifting his head from its buried rest in
his crossed arms at the floor. He looked up at the bulging bag and knew he
would have to take the whole thing. He
wanted to and hoped it wouldn’t be a tough one.
CLICK. The enema was
started. Paul let the tubing drop to the
floor making sure there were no kinks in it.
He put his hand on Ryan’s back and gently rubbed it. “Do you feel it?”
There was a pause. “Yeah. It’s going in.” Ryan felt that
unmistakable feeling. It was a warmth
that started from inside and then spread out.
It was the feeling of the hot, soapy enema water beginning to fill him.
“OK, now, remember, the whole bag, right?”
“Yeah, I promise.” Paul reached under Ryan and again started
to gently stroke him.
“Good boy, take you enema for me.”
“It feels so good.”
“Yeah, I know, nothing like it.” Paul reached under, and this time, rubbed
Ryan’s belly. Ryan felt close to
Paul. Paul was directive yet very
caring. Ryan knew that Paul understood
enemas and the power dynamics such a scene created. And when he looked, he could also see the
huge bulge in Paul’s underwear and the stain from the pre-cum. This also made Ryan happy. He liked being a
good boy and liked pleasing his giver.
The water flowed easily. Paul was struck by how well Ryan took his
enema, but then again, he knew from his own experience that if you’re
used to taking them, you can swallow a bag up pretty quickly.
Ryan started to breathe a little faster and appeared to
tense up. “You OK buddy?”
“Yeah, I’m getting full.”
“Any cramps?”
“No, just full.” Ryan
lifted his head and looked at the bag.
It was probably about three quarters empty. He put his head back down.
“Take some short quick breathes, pant like a doggy.” Paul was right
there with Ryan. Between the encouragement and the rubbing of various
parts of his body, Ryan felt his warm presence.
“I’ll take it. I
promise. I want the whole bag.”
“And you’re going to take it, just like all the other boys
do. Make me proud, the whole bag.”
Ryan was clearly getting almost full. Luckily the bag was also just emptying. Paul continued to rub his back, stroke his
dick, and rub his belly. There was a
gurgle. Paul reached and closed the
clamp.
“Good boy. You took
the whole bag. Now how about holding it
for me? Let’s make sure it works and cleans
you out.”
Ryan looked up and verified the bag was flat. He was full, but loved
the feeling. He loved that this handsome guy had control over him both
forcing him to take and hold the enema but also encouraging and soothing
him. His dick stayed hard confirming it. Paul was so handsome
towering over him and controlling him, but also being right there with
him. It was an amazing intimacy, a male-male bonding experience. Ryan
loved it even if he was really full, had to shit and was scared he’d get
a cramp or have an accident.
Paul for his part was right there with Ryan. Ryan was also very handsome. Paul enjoyed the power he had over Ryan and
that Ryan was submissive to him, but also liked the comforting he was able to
provide. Ryan was clearly into enemas as
much as Paul was and Paul liked that.
Other guys passively agreed to enema play; Ryan really loved and wanted
it. Paul was going to make it worth
Ryan’s efforts. He reached under him and started to stroke him.
“OK baby, are you going to show me how much you like
enemas?” Ryan was rock hard and Paul
knew it wouldn’t take much. “Are you
ready for a happy ending?”
Paul could see Ryan struggling with the pain and
pleasure. “Hold that enema; no
leaking.” Paul had been there many
times. “OK now, make me proud baby, cum
for me.” He increased his stroking of
Ryan. Ryan’s breathing picked up and he started to tense up. Paul could see Ryan clamping down on the
nozzle that as connected to the tubing and bag and inserted in his anus. Paul knew it was going to happen. “Let it happen Ryan, cum for me.” It didn’t take much more.
Ryan arched his back, tensed his thighs and legs, and thrust
himself as Paul jerked him off. There
were guttural sounds. Paul kept stroking
him and then Ryan shot his load. It came
in a few blasts hitting the towel under him.
He cried out as it did. Finally
relaxing and panting. Paul continued to
stroke him to get the last drops of cum out.
He rubbed Ryan’s back and legs.
“Such a good boy. What a nice
load.” He leaned forward and kissed
Ryan’s lower back. It took a little for
Ryan to regroup. Paul just kept rubbing
him.
When he seemed to reconstitute, Paul said, “OK trooper. What do you think about expelling it?”
“Yeah, I am pretty full.”
Paul grabbed a Kleenex and said, “Here, let me wipe you.” He then wiped the extra string of cum from
Ryan’s semi-hard dick. He threw it in
the toilet.
Being experienced, both boys knew of the logistical
challenges of getting Ryan to the toilet.
“Do you want me to leave the nozzle in until you get on the seat, or
take it out now?”
“Take it out now. I
think I’m OK.”
Paul removed the nozzle.
There were a few drops that came, but Ryan was good at holding his enema. Paul could see him tightly clamping down.
Ryan got up gently. He rotated a bit and sat down on the toilet. Paul
was right there with him. There was a pause, and then it happened. The
torrents started. Lots of hot soapy enema water came out with
intermittent stool. Ryan would pause, hold his breathe and then another
torrent. There was a fine sweat on Ryan’s face. He looked up at Paul.
“That a boy. Let it out.
You were a very good enema-boy.
You took the whole bag, all three quarts.” When Ryan looked, Paul had a warm smile on
his face. Paul rubbed Ryan’s back and
tousled his hair. “You doing OK?”
“Yeah. It feels real good.”
More enema came out.
“I’m sure it does.’
Paul sat on the edge of the tub while Ryan finished
expelling. The two talked about
different things, interestingly, unrelated to their enema fun. Ryan finally said, “I think that’s all.” He wiped and flushed the toilet. “You want to go chill a bit?”
“Yeah.”
Ryan put his underpants on and the two boys washed up. “Let’s chill on the bed.”
“OK.” They headed
into the bedroom and climbed on the bed.
Ryan cuddled up to Paul. He
enjoyed the warmth and the slight scent of Paul’s cologne. Paul rubbed Ryan’s back, “You were a trooper.”
“Thanks. It felt real good.”
They rested a bit enjoying the closeness of their bodies,
each reviewing the scene in their mind as it had unfolded. Ryan then climbed up a bit and kissed Paul. The initial kiss went on to a longer one and
then finally the boys opened their mouths and let their tongues explore each
other’s mouth. Ryan climbed on top of
Paul and held him as Paul held Ryan. Ryan could feel Paul starting to get hard
again. He moved a bit to the side and let his hand move to Paul’s cock. He rubbed it through Paul’s underpants and it
got harder. “Mmmmm,” Paul muttered
though the embraced kiss.
“You liked giving me the enema didn’t you?” Ryan whispered.
“Yes.”
Both boys were clearly attracted to and turned on by each
other.
“Would you do something else for me?”
“What?”
Ryan looked into Paul’s eyes, “Would you fuck me?” He paused, “Please.”
Paul stared right back into Ryan’s eyes, “You want me to
fuck you?”
“Yes, I do.” He rubbed Paul some more, and then got up on his
knees and moved to the waistband of Paul’s underpants and worked them
down. Paul lifted up and Ryan was able
to lower them to his ankles and then off, tossing them on the floor. He brought his attention to Paul’s
penis. It was standing tall. He took hold of it and then started to stroke,
lick, suck, and ultimately take it all in his mouth. Paul leaned back and let it happen,
thoroughly enjoying the attention he was getting. He gently rubbed Ryan’s head while Ryan
pleasured him.
“Do you have condoms?”
“Yes.” And with that
Ryan reached over to the nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out a condom
and a tube of lube. He placed them on
the bed and then went back to Paul and resumed kissing him. The two boys continued their deep kissing until
Paul broke it off and held Ryan’s head, and staring him straight in the eyes said,
“I’m going to fuck you.”
“Yes, please I want you in me.” Paul took the condom and placed it on
his very hard dick. He got up on his knees and helped position Ryan on
his back. Ryan bent his knees, and lifted up helping Paul to take hold
of his underpants and pull them down and off, and tossing them on the
floor next to his. He then took Ryan’s legs and placed them on his
shoulders. He shimmied up in the bed and took the tube of lube,
squeezed a bit on his fingers and touched Ryan’s rosebud and used his
fingers to penetrate and lube him well. He then positioned the tip of
his penis on Ryan’s rosebud and leaned forward so his face was inches
from Ryan’s. Guiding his penis with his one hand, he eased it into
Ryan’s anus. Ryan opened his mouth and gasped. “It’s OK baby, I’m
going slowly. Relax for me. Let me in.” He held on to Ryan. Ryan
loved how Paul had him. He felt his warm body and presence as Paul’s
penis entered him all the way; he trusted Paul. Paul kissed him again
and moved his tongue into Ryan’s mouth. The boys embraced.
Paul started to move in and out more. “Relax baby, you’re doing great.”
“I want you in me.” The tension between the boys was intense. Both felt
it and wanted it. Paul continued to fuck Ryan. They intermittently
hugged and kissed. The tension in Paul’s body was mounting. Ryan could
tell Paul was approaching orgasm.
“Cum inside of me. Give
me a cum enema.”
It was happening.
Paul buried his head in Ryan’s neck. “Oh baby, oh baby.” He quickened the pace, thrusting himself into
Ryan, and then Ryan knew it happened.
Paul was almost in tears. He
grabbed onto Ryan tightly. Ryan could feel
it deep inside of him. He grabbed
Paul. The two boys held tightly until
Paul collapsed onto Ryan. Ryan rubbed
Paul’s head. They began kissing
again. To look at it, it appeared
almost animalistic.
Paul withdrew from Ryan and moved alongside of him. His cock still hard but starting to detumess. The condom held the generous amount of cum
Paul had ejaculated. Paul had beads of sweat
on his body. He was panting. “Oh my God.
That was so great.” He let his
head fall, and closed his eyes. The boys laid next to each other and
recovered. Each knew that this was the
start of a great relationship and there would be many more meetings and a lot
of flowing water.
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