Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2004 15:48:37 +0000
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: Arne needs help  -  part one

"Tom, what is this?" I heard Arne from the bathroom, his voice absolutely
had started breaking now; the usually clear angelic soprano voice was
cracking with a bit raspy tenor. Well, it could not be avoided.

"I cannot see through walls!" I yelled back from the kitchen where I had
started on our dinner. Arne was staying the whole weekend because his
parents  -  my brother and his wife  -  had left on a much needed
get-together-again trip for the weekend. I had opted to stay home Saturday
evening for once, staying with Arne. Of course he would have been a smashing
success at my club, but I thought it would be better to leave a 13 year old
out of it! "Come and show me what you mean!" I yelled to him through the
wall.

Arne's unruly black hair followed by his big brown eyes came around the
door, and triumph he placed the strange object on the kitchen table. Oh God!
I had forgotten to tidy it away before his arrival! It was my little secret,
a big douche with at thick black nozzle and a roomy red balloon.

"What's this?" Arne looked alternatively at me and the red monster at the
table.

"That's .... that's nothing!" I tried with him. But Arne is not a stupid
boy, and understood very well now that this was not nothing.

"Please! Tell me! You promised that you would answer everything!" When had I
promised him that ? I could (or would) not remember.

"Arne," I tried in a stern voice, but could hear at once that it did not
work well, "Arne, this is a private thing."

He looked at me with screws eyes." Is it something .. naughty?"

"What do you mean?" I was slowly led on into the trap.

"You know...... naughty." Then I could see a thought hit him, and he blushed
(just a bit, but for those who knew what to look for; it was there!). "It
looks a bit like, you know, like, a..... an enema balloon, like mom used
before, only a lot bigger! Tell me, is it? Who's using it? What for? Is it
yours? Why do you use it?" the question kept rolling out of him. He knew he
was in for the kill.

"Well, yes." This started great! "Yes, it's a kind of enema balloon. It's a
douche really, like the women use."

"Use for what?" He was all eyes on the monster.

Shit, I had gotten myself into a real balagan now. "Eh, they use it for
cleaning out their vaginas after intercourse." I got it all out in one
sentence.

"Cleaning their vagina after intercourse..." I could see his brains working
top speed now. "But...... what's vag......" And then it hit him, and this
time the blush was easy seen. "Oh, you mean down there," pointing to his
crotch, "after being together, you know, fucking?" He almost whispered the
word. His eyes big as saucers now looked straight at me.

"Yes, it's a kind of contraception."

He stared at it in wonder. "So they put that nozzle in the same place as
the... " He lost the words again, momentarily ....."as the dick?"

"Yes. And then they squeeze the balloon and water together with some kind of
sperm killer."

"Oh." I could see his brain working again, and then it struck him: "But
there's no women here? You live alone, Yes?"

Damn him, why should be so curious.

"Well, it's like this: And keep it to yourself, right?" I looked sternly at
him. "Do we have a deal? This is between the two of us, right?"

"Yes! I promise!"

"Ok, it's like this: sometimes I get constipated, you know, cannot shit, and
I use this as a enema to get me going again." Now it was out, the easy
version.

"Oh." He kept repeating himself.

"Have you never had an enema?" I asked him.

"Sure, when I was a small kid. It was shit!" He snickered over his own wit.
"Not fun at all!"

He lifted the thing up from the table. But it's a lot bigger than the things
mom used. Does it not hurt?"

"No, not if it's done the right way." I thought about if I should risk
telling him. "It can actually be nice you know. Not only to get rid of the
constipation, but to get rinsed out."

He sat still for some time, looking at the thing. And the red tone in his
face did not go away. "How nice?" He did not look me into the face now.

"The anus" (here we go again, using the easy words), "you know what the anus
is?" He nodded.

"The anus," I tried again, "is one of the erogenous zones. Caressing it can
give you the nice feelings, like when you....... You know......when you....
play with yourself."

"Oh." He we go again. Now he was beetle red in his face. But he did not ask
what play with yourself was!

And inside yourself there, you have a gland called the prostate.
Administering of this can heighten the good feeling you get when you
........"  I could not understand why I told him this, he had not asked it,
and you should I tell him about it? Stupid me!

"So you do it, I mean, you use it not only when you're consiptt..... when
you cannot shit? Right?"

"Yes." Now he knew. I played with myself. I wanked. I beat the dog, and
while using sex toys at the same time! Man oh man! What would he think about
me?

He did not say much more, but the rest of the time I used for preparing the
dinner, he sat and fingered with the douche, and he got quite red in the
face now and then.

When dinner was ready, I asked him to put it back where he found it. He did,
but I guessed it was in his thoughts during the meal. He was absent and
blushed quite a bit.

The rest of the evening was like our Saturday evenings together used to be,
fun and cozy, TV, snacks, cards, laughter. Just like the use to be, or not
quit. There was something there that I've not noticed before. A kind of
suspense or tension in the air. And a couple of times when he did not know
that I noticed, he rearranged himself in his crotch. The little devil was
horny! Hmmm...

After the last movie he yawned and stated he was tired and wanted to go to
bed. For the first time I could remember he wanted to go to bed earlier than
me. What was on? Well, whatever it was he went to bed, and I followed him
about half an hour later, saying goodnight to him through the door. A faint
good night answered back to me.

Just before I fell to sleep, I could hear him walking barefoot to the
bathroom, and then back to his room again. I was wondering what he was doing
out there, before I fell to sleep.

In the morning I woke early as usual. After peeing and washing my face I
looked into the closet under the basin. The douche was not there. So that
was what he was out after last night. Hmmm. Hopefully he had had some fun
with it.

A couple of hours later he woke up. A quick trip to the bathroom, and he
joined me fully dressed at the breakfast table. He was very quiet, not at
all up to his usual chatty self. After eating together for en eternity
without any small talk as we use to, I asked him if something was wrong.

"No, no!" he quickly answered me. But it was clearly that something was on
his mind.

Having got at least some words out of him, I went on: "What do you want to
do today? Do you want to go out skating?"

"No...." he hesitated, "I think I want to be home today." He did not look me
into my eyes when telling me. This was not the usual Arne. He loved to go
skating with me, and would give his right arm (or maybe his left then,
considering what he probably had used it to yesterday evening) to go skating
with me.

"Arne, what is it with you? Is something bothering you? Are you sure you're
all right?"

He squirmed in his seat, and looked down red in his face. I could see he was
having a fight with himself, wanting so much to tell me what it was, and at
the same time not wanting to.

But at last he could not contain himself anymore.

"Tom," he looked at me with pleading eyes, "Tom, can this between the two of
us?"

"Sure, what you say never goes out of this door."

He was very red in his face now. "I .... I tried...." his voice died. He
looked pleading at me, and I told him to get it out, and at last he took the
jump: " I tried this douche yesterday, but I cannot get it right!" I was
flabbergasted..

"Are you constipated?" I asked him.

"Yes! Yes! That is it. I'm constipated. And I was trying the douche, but I
could not get it to work, and it hurt, and it was not fun!" the words came
tumbling out of him.

"Do you really want to try it out?" I asked him.

"Yes! But I do not know how!"

"Maybe you need someone to help you." The words were out of my mouth before
I was even aware that I had spoken them

"Can you help me?" he asked me at last.

Oh. This was not what I had bargained fore. I hesitated, which he took for a
no. "Pleeeaaase! Tom, pleeeasse!!"

I hesitated again, but his big round begging eyes clinched the deal.

"Ok Arne, I will help you, but you must promise never ever to tell anybody
anything about this, right. If you do I can get all kind of troubles."

"I promise I promise!"

"Ok, then. When do you want to do it?"

"Can we do it now?" he asked me.

"Well, yes, we can, I have no plans for today. So you really want me to help
you?"

"Yes. Now!"

"Ok then. We can do it in my bedroom. Go into my room and take off your
trousers. I went to the bathroom and got a big bath towel and a small jar
with Vaseline. I went into my bedroom and placed the towel on the bed. Arne
stood in the middle of the room, clad only in his t-shirt and a pair of
small briefs.

"Lie down on your side, with your back towards me. Yes, just so."

I hesitated, wondering for a split second if this was so very wise of me.
Ah, whatever, I could not deny that I found this a bit exiting too. He was
very cute lying on the bed, with his small bubble butt out towards me.

"Now, pull down you briefs down on your legs." He did, and his peach soft
buns with the small cleft in between came into view. Now was the moment of
truth. I picked up the small jar of Vaseline, pried open his crack, and
applied a generous slap of Vaseline down at his pucker, trying not to touch
him. Difficult! He did not utter a word.

I went out to the bathroom again and filled the basin with lukewarm water. I
compressed the balloon to the douche, and let it slowly absorb the water.
The balloon slowly filled up. I lifted it out of the water and pressed out
the air, and let it fill completely before going into the bedroom again.
Arne had not moved.

I pried open his butt cheeks again, and placed the tip of the nozzle against
his pucker. A couple of drops seeped out of the nozzle and rolled down his
bun. The sight was so sexy that my own dick suddenly was stiff as a rod. I
hesitated a few seconds, then I slowly started to apply pressure while at
the same time rotating the nozzle a bit. Very slowly it pressed his pucker
open and started to glide inside him.

"Oh!" Arne gasped. "Stop!"

I stopped and waited till he got used to it. "Go on." He told me after a few
seconds. I pushed softly again, and slowly the black nozzle crept inside him
again. I moved it a bit from side to side, and suddenly he grunted and bent
over a bit.

"I could feel that," he told me. "Do it again."

I bent the nozzle from side to side again while pushing it a bit deeper.

"Oh! I understand what you mean!" Arne whispered. "Stop now. Not more." It
was half way inside him.  Now for the water. Slowly I compressed the
balloon.

"I can feeel the water!" he exclaimed and sighed.

"Are you ok?" I asked him while keeping on compressing the balloon.

"Yes!" And it was clear to see that he was ok now, as he slowly pushed back
on me so that the nozzle kept on creeping inside him. Very soon the nozzle
was all the way inside him, so that the thick round rubber ring at the
bottom of the nozzle hugged his butt.

He sighed and oh'ed while I kept up the pressure on the balloon. He clearly
enjoyed it, and I started to play with the thought of risking a look down
his front, I longed so strongly to see if he was hard and how he looked
hard. But my common sense told me that it was very wrong, and that it would
be breaching his confidence in me. So I kept my place. But he clearly had
other plans. Slowly he straitened out his upper leg, and his crotch came
into my sight. And wonder over all wonders, up from his groin stood a very
hard dick over a very sparsely bush. Not the biggest I've ever seen, but for
a 13 year old, it was something to be proud of. His foreskin had glided
halfway down the mushroom shaped deep red head. While I emptied the balloon
inside him, I could see a small clear drop of precum oozing out of the piss
slit in his dick. That boy was hot not!

The balloon at last was empty, and I drew the nozzle slowly out of him.

"Now, careful go out in the bathroom and sit on the toilet, and give the
water time to get out of you. And at the same time you can take care of that
one!" I smiled to him and pointed to his very hard dick. He blushed scarlet,
but stood up without hiding himself for me, and slowly went out to the
bathroom.

He had closed the door after him, but I could clearly hear first the water
spurting out of him, and then when the water was finished, his grunting and
sighing which came more and more regularly. He was beating off. Sexy little
devil! I just touched myself outside my trousers, and suddenly I orgasmed as
strong as ever. Emptying load after load into my briefs. Oh my God! This was
not to be believed!


If you want a chapter two, please tell me by writing to davidi50@hotmail.com