Date: Sat, 12 Sep 2009 15:09:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Buck Fuddy
Subject: Jack's Afternoon Enema

This story is completely fictional.  Names, characters and incidents are a
product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to real people or
incidents is completely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sexual interactions.  If you are
uncomfortable reading such material, or are not permitted to do so legally,
please leave this page immediately.  Please read at your own risk.

JACK'S AFTERNOON ENEMA
By Buck Fuddy

It was hot, about 95 degrees, when Jack's mom left around noon to go
shopping.  The air conditioner was running full blast inside the house, but
he was seated on the back porch wearing only a pair of cutoff shorts.
Sweat was running down his back and chest, giving his bare skin a visible
sheen that glistened in the sunlight.  He waited a few minutes to be sure
she was gone before slipping his feet into a pair of sneakers and running
over to the back of the house next door.  She didn't mind him spending time
with Dave, but then again she wasn't aware of their more secret activities.

He didn't bother knocking, as he knew his friend was expecting him.  The
screen door slammed behind him and he toed off his shoes.  He paused a
moment and heard the water running in the tub upstairs, confirming that his
friend was indeed anticipating Jack's arrival.  He thought about dropping
his cutoffs to the floor and running upstairs naked.

His dick was hard as a rock, had been pretty much all morning, and
desperately wanted release.  And he knew his friend wouldn't mind either,
seeing as how Jack was going to be naked for the next hour or so anyway.
But he bounded upstairs wearing the cutoffs because for some reason he
liked it when his friend stripped him.  Go figure.

In a flash his bare feet were firmly planted on the cool tile of the
upstairs bathroom.  Before him, kneeling over the old-fashioned bear claw
bathtub, his friend was filling a large black enema bag with very warm
water.  He, too, was wearing only a pair of cutoff shorts.  Jack
unconsciously reached down and squeezed his erection.

"Hey, Jack," his friend said, looking back over his shoulder with a smile.
"Hot as hell, ain't it."

"Hey, Dave," Jack replied.  "Very hot."

"I'm just about done," said the man as he turned off the water and began
the process of attaching the hose to the bag and closing the clamp.  A
towel and pillow were already spread across the bathroom floor.  In a
minute, the bag was suspended from a hook about four feet up the wall, and
Dave was seated on the toilet with his arms outstretched to Jack.

Silently and without any need for further encouragement, Jack padded slowly
to Dave.  Dave placed both hands on the boy's hips, then slid his right
hand up and over the boys glistening belly.  Jack put his hands on the
man's shoulders and shuddered slightly when Dave's hand moved down slowly
until it cupped the boy's denim-clad erection.

"You ready?" the man asked.

Jack said nothing, but instead pushed his hips forward, grinding his crotch
against the man's hand.  Oh, yeah, Jack was ready.

Dave leaned forward and gently kissed first the left nipple, then the
right, before moving down to kiss the boy's belly button.  He knew and
loved every inch of Jack's body, and knew what aroused and excited the boy,
and was determined to fulfill Jack's desires.  Dave leaned back and moved
his hands to unsnap the button and pull down the zipper in front of him.
He slid his hands inside the open flaps and reached around until he was
firmly grasping the boy's buttocks, slipping his fingers into the crack and
spreading the cheeks.  He let his middle finger slowly play with the boy's
hole a moment or two before sliding the shorts down to the floor.  Jack
steadied himself on Dave's shoulders as he dutifully lifted first one foot
and then the other while the man stripped him naked.  His hard, hairless
dick slapped up against his belly, then rubbed across the man's face,
smearing it with his sticky precum.  It took all his will to not grab the
man's head and shove his cock into Dave's mouth, but he held back. That
would come later, he knew.

"On your back, Jack," said Dave with a knowing smirk, reciting their
personal inside joke that never failed to bring a dirty snicker from the
boy.

He removed himself from the man's grip to lay down on the towel.  After a
moment to get himself correctly and comfortably situated, he reached down
to grab the backs of his thighs and pull them against his chest.  His ass
was now raised and exposed to the air, and it quivered slightly.  Dave
quickly knelt before him to slip a well-lubed finger into his rectum.  Jack
smiled as he watched and felt the man manipulate the digit inside him.  His
dick was going crazy, throbbing and leaking precum over his already slick
belly.

When Dave pulled out his finger and aligned the nozzle against his
sphincter, Jack lay back and closed his eyes.  He relaxed as Dave pushed
gently and steadily until the bulbous device popped past his sphincter and
was firmly implanted inside him.  Jack let go of his legs, letting his feet
rest against the man's chest.  It was their routine, and it only needed
Jack to take and release a deep breath and nod his head for the fun to
begin.  Jack did just that and Dave released the clamp.

By now, Jack was enough of an enema expert to have broken down the process
into a series of stages and feelings and sounds.  There was the click as
the clamp was opened, and then the moment of silence, followed by the
gurgle, and then the feeling of warm water rushing inside him causing his
sphincter to grow numb.  It was all so familiar, so pleasurable, so nasty.

He flinched slightly and tried to relax as he entered the next stage.  A
pressure began to build in his lower abdomen, directly underneath where his
cock throbbed and dripped.  He resisted the urge to reach down and
furiously masturbate.  Instead he clenched his butt cheeks tightly
together.  His gut cramped and his lower belly distended slightly.  He
grunted and curled his toes against the man's chest, his fists grabbed at
the towel beneath him.  His back arched slightly and he held on until he
passed into the next stage.  Inside him the water gurgled yet again, and he
felt relief as he opened up and the flood of water flowed deeper into his
intestines.  Dave gently rubbed the boy's feet and toes, legs and stomach,
but avoiding the boy's erection.  As much as he wanted to pull back the
foreskin and suck on the sensitive pink head he knew lay hidden within, he
avoided doing so for the moment.  Instead, he slowly removed the boy's left
foot from his chest and extended the leg to lay flat on the floor.

By now the water had passed from Jack's sigmoid and was entering the
ascending colon on the left side of his body.  By lowering his young
friend's left leg, Dave had helped to facilitate the flow of water on its
continuing journey.  Jack knew from planning and experience that it was
largely empty, and it filled quickly.  But soon he entered another stage,
where the water entered the transverse colon that hung across middle of his
abdomen.  He had intentionally eaten a very large breakfast of pancakes,
bacon, eggs, potatoes and toast six hours earlier.  His dick had throbbed
uncontrollably as he ate, knowing full well the implications of his
extraordinarily large meal.  The water flowed in and then stopped as it
reached the mass that filled the next portion of his intestine.  The mass
acted as a dam, and the water slowly built up behind it, forcing the
intestines holding the water to swell ever larger.  The cramping began in
earnest, no longer merely uncomfortable, but borderline painful.  Dave
sensed the boy's discomfort and leaned forward until he rested above him on
his forearms.  Jack lay his right leg flat on the floor, lifted his arms
around the man's back and wrapped him in a hug, gripping as much as he
could without pressing his bulging belly against him.  Only his slimy dick
rubbed against the man's chest as he grunted and groaned and gripped.

"Almost there," whispered Dave directly into the boy's ear.  "Open up.  Let
it flow."

The boy rubbed his face against Dave's cheek, and arched his back and
clenched his butt as tightly as possible.  The water continued to push
inside him, swelling his intestines drastically.  He grunted once more, a
single tear forming at his eye only to disappear between the faces of boy
and man.  And then, with all the effort he could muster, Jack relaxed his
insides just enough that the water was able to flow past the mass that had
blocked it.  It was a trickle at first, then seconds later, with an audible
gurgle, the water rushed in ever deeper.  Jack slowly went limp, head
thrown back, eyes shut, mouth open, and entered the next to last stage of
their enema process, where the water filled the descending colon on the
right side of his body.  Dave moved down the boy's obscenely bulging
abdomen until he hovered over his penis.  Jack lifted his legs and placed
them across the man's back, his toes alternately flexing and curling in
response to the multitude of feelings he was experiencing.

Dave reached around Jack's thighs to take the rock hard cock in his hand.
He slowly retracted the foreskin, kissed the slick head, and then swiped
his tongue over the moist, sensitive skin.  Jack shuddered and gripped the
man's head with legs and hands now, thrusting his four inch cock deep into
Dave's mouth, until his the hairless skin of his pubis brushed against his
nose.  He pulled out and thrust back in again and again as the enema bag
emptied inside him.

Dave reached for the clamp and clicked it shut.  Without removing the young
throbbing dick from his mouth, he slid his arms under Jack's back and
quickly lifted the boy off the floor and onto the toilet.  Jack could take
no more.  The anticipation he had endured throughout the morning, the
intense physical pressure building inside him, the unimaginable eroticism
of the enema process all merged into a perfect storm as his cock exploded,
shooting jets of hot cum into the man's warm, welcoming mouth.  At the same
time, Dave reached between the Jack's legs and quickly yanked the nozzle
from the boy's ass.  Jack flinched at the sudden withdrawal, then his
rectal floodgates opened and he entered the final stage of the enema: rapid
and near violent expulsion.  Dave raised himself to his feet as Jack
grunted and groaned and emptied his bowels.  Blasts of brown, smelly water
interspersed with softened chunks of excrement splashed forcefully into the
toilet bowl.  The sensations of the water and chunks rushing past his anus
made him shudder and gasp for air.  The man quickly slid his shorts to the
floor and stepped close to the boy.  Jack grabbed the man's erection and
furiously masturbated his friend while continuing to evacuate his bowels,
until Dave quickly ejaculated onto his still glistening neck and chest and
abdomen and crotch.

Twenty minutes later the boy stood before the kneeling man, both still
naked.  His arms were draped across Dave's shoulders and around his neck,
and he leaned against him as he allowed the man to gently wipe his backside
clean with a warm, damp cloth.  The contact was partially for support, as
his legs were weak from exhaustion, but also out of true affection.  No
words were spoken as the man lifted first one foot, then the other, to
slide the denim cutoff shorts up his legs.  Dave gave the now soft cock one
final kiss before zipping and buttoning the shorts closed.  He absently ran
his fingers through the remnants of Dave's cum that still covered his body
while watching the man pull on his own shorts.  In another minute or two,
they were relaxing in the cooling water of Dave's backyard pool.

"When's your mom getting home?" Dave asked finally, the first words spoken
in nearly forty minutes.

"There she is now," Jack responded, pointed at the car pulling up into the
driveway next door.

Dave looked over his shoulder, and waved at his unsuspecting neighbor.

"Guess I'll have to fuck you tomorrow then," he said quietly to the boy, as
the woman exited the car with a smile and a wave.

Jack slid his foot between Dave's legs and pressed his toes against the
man's hardening penis.  This is going to be a great summer, he thought to
himself with a smile before waving at his approaching mother.