Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2000 02:50:53 +0200 From: quin_le_har Subject: first love part 10 (adult-youth) Dear Reader; The following story is true. I shared it with some friends on the nifty-chat and they encouraged me to share it with the readers of the nifty-archive. Please be kind to me as English is not my Mother tongue... But are there any mistakes? That shouldn't be a problem since I have Kodes and my significant other, Lee, who are both proofreading the story and both are great help for me, really big time. I learn to know the differences of the ENGLISH language in the different parts of the world that way and am enjoying that, maybe I will post some comment's of them they made about my way to express things, LMCAO. For comments to the story, mail to quin_le_har@yahoo.com. Any comments are welcome. If you don't have a e-mail account, or don't want to e-mail, come to the nifty-chat, some authors are there from time to time. It's a nice, warm and friendly chatroom. Come and see. If you are not allowed to read a story about sex between a boy and man, don't read it or don't get caught. (I was asked about publishing the story elsewhere too and here is my statement to this: The story can be copied and published anywhere, as long as the story remains to the exact word in its current published way and the publishing way is not a commercial way in any kind.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- He showed me a rubber bag and a nozzle, and what Tino then told me, brought him more then once a "are you kidding me?" Finally I gave in and said: "Okay let's try that thing." Tino filled the bag and told me I could still say if I didn't want it... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Ummmm, what exactly is this thing for, Tino?" I demanded to know again. Since I'd never had an enema before, I didn't know what it was used for. "WHAT??? You let me try some strange device on you, without know what it is for?" Tino almost yelled at me. The tap was still forcing water in the bag... "Now you did explain what you want to do with that thing, but what is it really used for, I mean the ususal way to use it is sure not to force water in someones arse." I explained my thoughts to Tino. "Sure it is for this matter, my love," he told me. Then he started to refer about the medical way it was used for and ... BOOMM!!!! We were soaked from head to toe and were hugging eachother. The enema-bag was blown away, too much water is, also if it is a big rubber-bag, too much for anything. Then we looked at eachother and Tino started laughing. "We will have to wait with that," Tino chuckled, "first I have to buy another enema-bag." My mind started working fast, cause I was eager to try that water-business in my behind. I looked at the nozzle and the shower-hose, the diameter seemd to fit.. "Hey why not using the showerhose with the nozzle?" I dared to ask. Tino looked at me as if I was crazy. "You really want to try this out, right?" he spoke back. I just grabbed the nozzle from his hand and screwed the showerhead off the hose. Then the nozzle took place. "Whoaaa, pal," Tino exclaimed and held my arm back when I was about insert the nozzle in my butt. "IT'S OKAY, I WANT THIS," I yelled at Tino. "But I want to have fun too," he let me know. "Step in the tub and then go down on all fours," Tino commanded. I did what he told me and my next feeling was the nozzle inserted in my butt. But then I got quite a surprise, cause Tino didn't stop when the nozzle was in, he also shoved the hose in, deeper and deeper. The hose was smooth and very flexible and not even an inch wide. It felt a bit strange, but I didn't complain. When Tino was satisfied he turned the tap open, only a bit not too far. the water flowed in, not too fast. He reached down and felt my stomach and didn't turn the tap off until I groaned that he may stop now. "Hold your butthole closed," he said. Tino slipped the hose and nozzle out of me, then he helped me on my feet. He asked me to hold it a short time and I did. When I couldn't hold it anymore, I almost jumped over to the place where I could release the pressure. I won't bother you here with the smelly details but I got a very empty feeling afterwards... Tino didn't move a muscle while that, he just looked at me and smiled. "You know why I did this?" he asked. "Its fun and I am clean?" Tino got asked back. "Yes, but we will repeat this on saturday, after they have weighed you for the race." he explained to me. "But now we have to repeat it too, you have to get used to it." After the 5th time I somehow lost the count and Tino was doing it to me over and over again. Eventually when I was covered in sweat and the water came really clean back out Tino stopped and asked if I still wanted more. "No, please can we stop now, Tino?" I whined. "Sure we can, we could have stopped anytime you wanted to, didn't you like it? he asked back. "Yes, but I am really tired now, somehow." I told him, before I collapsed in his arms. When I awoke, I was wrapped in a blanket and laid in Tino's bed. I felt very empty and looked for Tino. He laid beside me and looked with a concerned face on me. I slow reached for his left nipple and massaged it a bit. He sighed and asked if I was okay. "Yes, but I am very hungry and I feel empty a bit deeper too, so if you just could fill me again..." I told him. "Okay, I will see what you left in my kitchen...," and with that Tino was out of the bed and away. Then I noticed it was dark outside! "OH DAMN!!! My parents will have a ball, I will be late ...," cursing I staggered up. Tino asked me were I thought I would go right now. "Home off course," I replied. And again my lover saved me with his way of thinking ahead. Tino told me that he had called them quite a few minutes before I awoke and that he told them I'd cleand the flat and now was slumbering on the couch. My parents thought it would be better to sleep over at Tino's for me and my father had told he that he would bring my bag and helmet for the race over on friday. He wouldn't be able to see the race live and so was the sponsor. Settling down again we decided we would rest tonight the next three days would be stressful enough. When we awoke on friday, we waited for my father and after we'd collected the things we needed, we drove to the racetrack. We arrived in the late afternoon and were only able to set up the box and to turn a few rounds on the track. The track was with many curves and they were narrow, very narrow sometimes. It wouldn't be a easy race. Since this was the last race of the year, it was slightly different. None of us had to bunk in the van or in tents. a hotel was right besides the track and we had a room for the two of us. The room was with an own bathroom. The perfect place for the things Tino had in mind. After a short meeting with the officials, who had decided that all driver had to see a doctor before the training on saturday. No driver was happy about it, but since it was the money of the officials the most of them had no fear. I was one who feared the doctor could discover my still a bit raw butthole and he would ask questions. When I told this to Tino, he only said "don't think about this now and lets party!" Since the hotel had a disco with a inhouse entrance I was able to get in with Tino. But all drivers were there and the crews of them were too. If something is absolute different from another party, then it is the area of topics you discuss on a party like this. Okay not all topics are different, but the topics about car engines and mechanic parts of a car can become so deep that, like it was there, someone decided to disciuss it with the real thing to show what he meant. So we carried a gocart in there, one from the racing track, not one of the real racing-gocarts. We'd had fun and the discussion went on until a older, furious guy stormed in. "HEY, WHAT IS THIS THING DOING HERE???!!!!" he screamed. This man was the hotel manager, he had thought about all kind of things that could happen, but he sure not was aware that the carpet in the isco could wear motorgrease and a complete demontaged gocart on it. But he calmed down amazingly fast and took some photos, when a official told him the insurance would cover that. It was not the first time we pulled a stunt like this. Eventually we called it a day and went to bed. I awoke in our usual waking position, Tinos head bopping up and down on my cock and myself very near cumming. Then Tino told me that I would have to go to the doc before breakfast, he wanted to take a bloodsample and this should be done before I had eaten anything. The doctor was a young man who greated Tino with a hug and then turned his look to me. "Okay, off with your shirt and then come over here," he told me. He examined me then drew a bit blood. Then he said "now lose those pants and step over to the scale." I nearly paniced but since Tino was here and seemd to know the doctor good, I just stripped and stepped on the scale. The doctor took my weight. "We will have to add about two pounds, since you didn't have breakfast yet. Okay you may dress now." Before we went out he asked Tino if the enema set had helped. Tino just nodded and claimed he would feel better now. Outside of the doc's office I played twenty questions with Tino about the doc. He told me that the doc was a friend and that the doctor gave him the enema set. We had breakfast and then to the training. The doc's weight table was given to the officials and they did use it for the outweight of the gocart. All drivers should have the same weight to carry in the race. The training went uneventful and we went to bed early on that day. In the morning Tino woke me up very early, we had breakfast and then he pulled out the nozzle of the enema set. "We have to make you less heavy," he told me. TBC Any comments? I love receiving e-mail, so don't be shy and write, it's easy and the author knows that some readers are out there... Here I have to thank some of my readers who mailed me and, so I am hoping, will mail further. I won't tell the names, because I keep my readers privacy secure. e-mail to quin_le_har@yahoo.com