Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2001 21:15:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY JOCK DAD - The Next Afternoon (ws, enema)

DISCLAIMER: If you're underage, I envy you! I wish I had somewhere to go
and read about my sexual yearnings when I was your age. If you're my age,
and I'm NOT telling you what that is, sit back, grab some lube and
enjoy. This story is given freely for you to enjoy and hopefully shoot a
load to. And you can share this story with anyone you want, but don't try
and sell it.

MY JOCK DAD - That Afternoon
by RimPig
(c) 2001

All day in school, I had real trouble concentrating. I kept replaying the
happenings of the last 24 hours through my mind, how Dad had helped me to
discover a whole new world of love and sex.  It was like he'd showed me a
whole new way of being a guy. And I loved it! Above all, I truly loved
him. It was like these discoveries had brought us closer together. While we
were close before, the intimate way in which I was able to reveal all of my
desires and to ask all the questions that a boy has about becoming a man,
had taken our relationship to a much deeper level. But more than that, what
I had learned about Dad had brought me a new understanding of who he was
and, most importantly, just how much he loved me!

Of course, my thoughts also brought about a constant hardon which was also
very difficult to keep hidden. Like so many guys my age, I walked around
with my books held in front of me all day. This seems really funny to me
today. The fact is that most guys are inordinately proud of their hard
cocks. Strange that we spend so much time trying to hide something we're so
proud of!

Anyway, that afternoon after school, I went to the college gym where I went
every school day. By the time I got there, the team was gathering in the
locker room and changing into their gear for practice that day. When I
walked into the locker room, I was immediately assaulted by the heady smell
of male sweat and musk. This aroma was embedded in the walls of the locker
room from years of young hormone-filled male animals sweating within its
confines. It was a scent of history.  A history of strong, muscular male
bodies giving off the power that comes from youth and masculinity. I
instantly got hard at the smell, but this time - I understood exactly why!
I now knew exactly what it was that turned me on about this scent and the
guys giving it off.

As I walked through the locker room, I watched as these young male athletes
shed their clothing and revealed their incredibly lithe and muscular
bodies. Oh, they weren't all beautiful. But each, in his own way, had a
masculine beauty which could cause my boy-cock to rise in tribute. And, of
course, there were those who's body's were stunning examples of the beauty
that only can be seen in young males. There were one's who were favorites
of mine. My special favorite was Troy.

He was the quarterback of the team and was an outstanding player. Not only
that, but he had the most beautiful body I'd ever seen, except for my
Dad. In fact, in many ways, Troy's body was a younger, smoother version of
Dad's body. Add to this that he had a beautiful face and smile with dark
golden hair and flashing green eyes and you had a package that almost every
girl and, I suppose a lot of the guys on campus, wanted to have for their
own - if even for just one night! It was almost unfair to the rest of the
male world that not only was Troy the epitome of a young male god, but he
also possessed a keen mind that gave him a straight-A average in pre-med.

All of this perfect package should have given Troy a attitude of
superiority and an ego as big as all outdoors! Instead, he was one of the
kindest, most giving people in the world. Many a night, he had spent hours
helping his less intellectual team-mates to study so that they wouldn't
lose their athletic scholarships. He gave of his time and he gave of
himself. Anyone who needed help only had to get word to Troy and he was
there for him.

Where I was concerned, Troy was like the older brother I wished so often I
had. He always took time to say hello to me. Sometimes after practice, as
tired as I'm sure he must have been, he would take me out on the field and
toss footballs to me or, when it was cold or raining, would take me up into
the gym and shoot baskets with me. He did this because he knew that while
Dad was busy doing paperwork and finishing up the day, I would just have to
sit in the locker room and wait for him with nothing to do but my
homework. Troy always said that I could do the homework at home and tell my
Dad he was taking me out to the field or up to the gym. I know my Dad
appreciated Troy spending time with me. Dad often spent time with Troy
helping him to improve as a quarterback. And, from what Troy hinted at, he
often talked with Dad about his problems in life and got advice from my Dad
just like he would have from his own. Except, Troy had no father.

Troy's dad had deserted Troy and his mother when he was very young. His
mother worked hard to keep herself and Troy all the years of his growing
up. Dad had found Troy playing football at a little high school. Upon
learning about his circumstances, Dad had arranged a full scholarship for
Troy so that he could realize his dream of becoming a doctor. I think Dad
also had dreams of Troy joining the NFL, but Troy preferred to follow his
own dream. This was alright with Dad. He wanted Troy to succeed at whatever
the young man pursued and it was almost with the pride of a father that Dad
watched Troy grow into a beautiful, intelligent and secure young man.

Every day when I got to the locker room, the first place I headed was to
the locker where Troy was changing. I'll admit, I always tried to get there
before he'd started to take off his clothes so that I could have the thrill
of watching him slowly reveal his young, hard body. It gave me a hardon
just thinking about it!

Today was no different. I got there before Troy had even managed to get
both his shoes off. He was sitting on the bench in front of his locker. He
looked up and seeing me, smiled and reached out and gathered me in his arms
in a big bear-hug. This buried my nose in his T-shirt and I was stunned by
the scent of his body. It's not that I never noticed it before, but this
time, it had a whole different context. Having learned how sexually
exciting this scent of males was to me, I almost came just from his aroma!

It was not unusual for the guys to hug me. I'd been around them since I was
a little kid and they'd seen Dad do it often enough. Like I said, these
were like a locker room full of big brothers for me.  Most of them had
younger brothers at home who they missed and I became that little brother
for them.

Troy had some news for me.

"Hey, Sport! Your Dad has to go to a faculty meeting tonight and it could
be late so he asked me to come over and be with you tonight. Is that ok
with you?" he asked.

Was that ok with me!!?? Was the chance to spend hours alone with the guy
who I loved most in the world next to my Dad ok with me?! I thought I'd
died and gone to heaven!

"Sure, Troy." I said, trying to sound 'cool' about it. I didn't want to
give him the impression that I wanted to jump his bones - even if that was
exactly what I wanted more than anything else in the world. "That would be
great!"I almost screamed. Well...you can't be 'cool' all the time!

He gently tussled my hair with his large hand. Troy was very strong, but
always seemed to be aware of how strong he was. He was always very gentle
with me.

I stayed with Troy while he continued to change. When he hooked his thumbs
in his white briefs and whipped them down an off allowing his heavy cock to
appear, it was time to put my books back on my lap again! My mouth all but
drooled over the heavy hanging maleness of him! Troy's cock was
different. It had extra skin on it which completely covered the head when
he was soft and ended in a pucker of skin beyond the head. Dad had
explained to me a long time ago that this was called "uncut". He and I were
both "cut", in that this fold of skin had been cut off when we were
babies. I remember Dad said he had tried to not have this happen to me but
the doctors had done it before he had a chance to stop them. Needless to
say, I was fascinated with his uncut cock. I wanted to touch it and feel
what that extra skin felt like. And, after last night, I now wanted more
than anything to taste it to see if their was any difference between a cock
that was cut like Dad's.

After Troy was dressed for practice, I went to my Dad's office to see
him. He smiled when I walked in and called me over to his desk where he
hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I returned his hug, noticing of
course the musky smell of him, and also kissed him gently on the cheek. I
could feel the difference of the relationship between us at that moment. I
felt a deeper love than I had ever felt before. I saw him now as more than
just my Dad. I saw him as a man - an intensely passionate man who I knew
loved me more than anything else in the world. A man that I could give
intense pleasure to and, in turn, derive great pleasure from pleasing him.

"I've got to go to a faculty meeting tonight, Sport." he told me. "So I've
asked Troy to come over and spend the night with you. Is that alright?"

"Sure!" I said, again trying to sound nonchalant about the whole affair and
not quite pulling it off.  "He told me about it already."

Dad looked at me funny for a minute, like he was reading my mind. Then he
just smiled. I don't know if he really knew how I felt about Troy, but I'm
betting he did because he followed this by saying:

"Now look, Sport." he said. "Troy has to study, so you do your homework and
don't bother him too much. Ok?"

"Sure, Dad!" I said.

Well...I didn't intend to bother him 'too much'. Just enough!

After practice, Troy came to me wearing just his jock. The scent of his
sweating body almost made me faint with desire. His muscles were pumped
from the workout on the field and his skin glistened with crystal drops of
sweat. I wanted to lick every drop from his flesh right there - in front of
the entire locker room. But I kept these feelings inside. Only the fire in
my eyes gave away my desire. At least that's what I hoped.

Troy smiled at me. It almost seemed like he saw that desire and welcomed my
tongue to travel all over his beautiful body.

"I know you've been here all afternoon, Sport. I'm going to skip the
showers and we'll just drive home. Ok? I can take a shower at your house
and Coach gave me some money so we can call for pizza." he informed me.

Troy was going to take a shower at my house!!! My mind raced! This could be
just the opportunity my horny little heart desired!

Troy put on a pair of tiny gym shorts and grabbed his gym bag. We headed
for the parking lot and climbed into Troy's Firebird convertible. My Dad
had talked one of the wealthy alumni to buy it for Troy when he became the
quarterback. Troy was inordinately proud of the car. It fit him so well, it
was like a part of him. Black with black leather interior, the car was an
intimidating machine both on and off the road. When he drove down the
street in this mean machine, he gathered as many stares as when he just
walked. There was always a thrill that went through me when people stared
and saw me in the car with Troy.

"Well...I better get a shower." Troy said as we walked into the house. "I
must really reek right now. I know I get pretty ripe when I sweat like
this."

"Oh, I don't mind." I said, without even thinking! "I love the way you
smell! I love the scent of your body!"

Troy just stood there a second staring at me. I knew that I had crossed a
line with this information and I was afraid I'd gone too far too fast. But
slowly, a sly, horny grin spread across his face.

"Well, I kinda dig my ripeness myself." he admitted. "Sometimes it turns me
on so much, I throw a rod in the shower with the guys. Course, we all reek
after practice and sometimes it's not my stink that's getting me
hard. There's some other guys on the team that really have a scent that can
get me going." he said sheepishly, lowing his gaze.

Unfortunately, that brought my bulging, tight jeans into view and Troy
noticed my stiff cock poking out.

"Seems like my scent does turn you on, Sport!" he said, once more smiling
at me.

It was my turn to blush and lower my eyes. And this brought the basket of
his tight little gym shorts into my line of sight. Was it my imagination or
was the extensive mound of maleness there growing bigger with each
heartbeat?

"Do you need to shower too, Sport?" I heard Troy say quietly. This was more
than I could have ever prayed for!

"Sure!" I said, trying to keep the overwhelming horniness out of my
voice. "I usually take one with Dad when we come home."

"You shower with Coach?" Troy asked. I thought I could see the wheels
turning in his head.

"Sure!" I said, explaining. "I've been showering with Dad since I was
really little. Dad tells me it was the only way they could get me to take a
bath was for him to take me in the shower with him."

"Cool. I wished I'd had a Dad to shower with when I was little." he said
wistfully.

"Well, you know, Troy," I said quietly, "Dad thinks about you as almost a
son. And I love you like you were my older brother. That's what I always
wanted, was an older brother. 'Course, Dad's been almost like one to me -
along with being my Dad."

"I'd love to be your older brother, Sport!" Troy said, looking at me
intensely. "I always wanted a younger brother to look up to me."

"Well, I sure do that! But some of that is that you're 6 foot 2!!!" I
laughed. Troy laughed with me.

"I don't know how I got so lucky as to meet your Dad, Sport!" Troy
said. "He has been like the father I never had. I'd do anything for Coach!
And I'd do anything for you, too, Sport!"

With that, he took me in his arms and hugged me close. That scent of him
was incredibly strong as he drew me against his bare, muscular chest. Again
I was lost in the sensual awareness of him.  Without even thinking, I stuck
out my tongue and began to lick the sweat from one of his bulging pecs.

At first, I felt his body stiffen at the touch of my tongue and I pulled my
face away from his chest.  But he put his hand on the back of my head and
gently pressed my face back to his bare skin.  Figuring that he liked what
I was doing, I began again to lick across his chest and found his
impossibly tiny nipple which I licked and worried with my tongue and
finally took into my mouth and sucked on hungrily. I don't know how I knew
to do this, but it was evidently the right thing because Troy started
softly moaning and stroking my head with his hand.

"Oh, Sport! That feels so good! Please don't stop! It's been so long!" He
moaned softly to me.

'Stop' was not a word in my vocabulary at that moment! I continued to suck
on his nipple for a few more minutes as it hardened into a tiny
bullet. Then I moved on to the side of his pec, searching for the focus of
the ripe scent of his arousal under his arm. As I licked my way around the
side of his chest, he naturally raised his arm allowing me access to his
ripe pit. It was as if he knew exactly what I was after. I buried my nose
in his reeking armpit and began to lick the salty wetness there. He had
very little hair under his arms and my tongue stroked the tender skin I
found there. Again, Troy moaned, but deeper in his throat. He almost
growled his pleasure, like a young male lion!

"Are we going to take a shower, or are you just going to give me one
yourself?" Troy finally said, pulling my face out of his pit and smiling
down at my flushed face.

I shyly smiled at him. And then he did something I will remember the rest
of my life. He leaned down and gently placed his lips on mine and slowly he
partially opened his mouth and his tongue licked across my lips tasting his
own sweat on my lips. Without being told what to do, I opened my own mouth
and sucked his tongue into it. I was being given my very first real kiss by
a male I truly loved! It was almost enough to make me faint from the
emotions of it! Troy licked inside my mouth while his hands stroked up and
down my body, ending by gripping both cheeks of my butt.

Troy broke the kiss and leaned further down to nuzzle the area between my
neck and shoulder. I felt his mouth sucking on my skin and I moaned
passionately at this new feeling.

"Let's go get that shower, Sport." Troy said, pulling back his face from
his body. He saw the disappointment on my face.

"Do we have to? Now?" I asked.

"Well...no." he said. "But we can at least go into the bathroom rather than
doing this in the middle of the living room? Ok?"

"Yeah! That's ok!" I enthused.

Troy picked me up and put me over his shoulder, just like my Dad does. He
was just as strong as Dad and carried me like I weighed nothing at all. He
took me up the stairs and into the bathroom with the big shower in it. I
should explain that when Dad bought the house, he had the shower re- built
and enlarged. He said at the time that he liked lots of room when he
showered. What he created was a shower that could easily hold 3 or 4 big
guys and even had two shower heads - one at each end. To this day, I wonder
if Dad really knew what he had created in the way of a cool play-space or
it was an unconscious action on his part.

When we got to the bathroom, Troy sat down on the toilet and began taking
off my clothes. First he lifted off my shirt over my head. I raised my arms
so he could lift the shirt off them and the next thing I knew, I felt his
nose and tongue licking my sensitive arm pit. As much as I love the smell
of a male body, I guess I never figured that anyone would ever want to
savor mine. The feel of his tongue on my body caused an uncontrolled moan
to escape my lips.

He pulled away and began unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them and my
briefs down my legs.  My little boy-cock sprang up and slapped my stomach
and Troy smiled. He continued to take my pants off after I pushed off my
shoes until I stood totally naked, hard boy-cock pointing out in front of
me.

"I remember when I was your age, Sport. I got woodies all the time! And I
was always embarrassed by them." he laughed.

"Yeah. I don't know why guys are always embarrassed by their cocks." I
said.

"Well, part of it, I guess, is that it tells people you're turned on, even
if you don't want them to know that. And, it also is that it seems like
you've got no control over your own body." he explained.

I guessed he was right. But right then I wasn't thinking about anything but
him. While he was talking, Troy had stood up and pushed his small gym
shorts down his legs until he was standing there in nothing but his sweaty,
reeking jock strap. The ripeness of it tingled in my nose and made me
salivate like one of those conditioned dogs.

Without thinking, I bent forward and pushed my nose into the pouch,
smelling the accumulated sweat, cum and piss. I began to lick and suck on
the pouch tasting the maleness of it. I nibbled on the pouch and on Troy's
hard cock stretching the material of it. As my teeth nibbled at his hardon,
Troy again began to moan.

"Oh, yeah! That feels incredible, Sport!" he moaned.

I reached up and pulled down the jock, uncovering his manhood and
intensifying the reek of his ripe crotch. I began licking around his
towering man-meat, licking the sweat and musk out of his soft, golden pubic
hair. I also let my tongue gently lick and stroke over his large, sweaty
balls.  Troy was moaning and I suddenly noticed that some of that
'cock-snot' that I loved so much of Dad's was dripping out the pucker of
skin that covered his cock head. I reached up, pulling his hard cock down
so that I could like the pre-cum from his cockhead.

In doing so, I slid down the fold of skin that covered the head of his
cock. It appeared from its sheath, wet and red. I licked the cock-snot off
the head. It had a sweeter, less strong taste than Dad's and I instantly
fell in love with it. However, something else came to my notice. As I slid
the foreskin on his cock lower, another very ripe scent hit my
nose. Something I'd never smelled before but which reeked of maleness.

I pulled back and looked at his cock. I noticed some white flecks under the
head of his cock that were hidden unless the foreskin was pulled almost all
the way down. I leaned down and sniffed at the accumulation. That's what
was causing my nose to tingle and my mouth to water! I'd never seen or
smelled anything like it! I didn't get it on my cock and I don't think Dad
did, either. I looked up at Troy with a question on my face.

"It's called 'head cheese', Sport. You get it if you're uncut like I
am. Some people think that it smells and tastes like ripe cheese. I suppose
it does. At least it does to me when I taste it." he said sheepishly.

That was good enough for me! I leaned down, took another whiff of the 'head
cheese' and then stuck out my tongue and licked some of it off. The taste
exploded on my tongue and I savored the maleness of it. I quickly licked
the rest of it from around the underside of the head of Troy's cock.  I was
lost to the taste and continued licking under and around the head of Troy's
cock. He finally pulled his cock away from my mouth.

"Hey, Sport. We still need to take a shower!" he laughed and tussled my
hair. "And you're too good at that! I could lose my load quick!"

That was my plan, of course. But I didn't want to admit it at that
point. There was one other thing that I wanted to do before we got in the
shower. And that wasn't going to be easy! I wanted to smell and taste
Troy's butt while it was still ripe from all the sweating he'd done that
day. I was too young to be subtle about it, so I just attacked the problem
straight on. A tactic, I've discovered that is usually more successful
anyway.

"Ah...Troy," I hesitantly began.

"Yeah, Sport?" he looked at me questioningly.

"Ah...I don't know how to say this...there's something that I really would
love to do...but I'm embarrassed to tell you." I stammered.

"What is it, Sport? You don't ever have to be embarrassed to talk to me! I
love you like a brother and will always take time to listen to you. What
ever you want to say, I'll never make fun of you."  he promised.

"I just don't want you to think I'm weird or something." I explained.

"I don't think you're weird! You're just a young guy learning about some
guy things that nobody ever talks about!" he said.

"Well...this one is kinda kinky. There's something that I've discovered
that I really love to do, but I'm too embarrassed to ask you if it would be
ok to do it to you." I confessed.

"Wow! This must be something pretty heavy, Sport!" he exclaimed. "But no
matter what it is, I won't make fun of you or think that you're weird. All
of us have our 'kinks', Sport. Guys get horny and all kind of stuff comes
out! There's this old saying, 'A hard cock has no conscience.'  So I guess
we all do stuff that we don't like to admit to."  This confession deserved
more thought than I could give it at the moment. I tucked it away for
future reference. I wondered what "kinks" that Troy had? I couldn't wait to
find out. But mine first!

"Ok, here goes." I said quietly. "I really want to sniff and lick your butt
while it's still ripe, before you get in the shower. Butt smells really
turn me on."

Troy just stood there staring at me for what seemed like hours, but was
probably only a couple of minutes. I thought at first that I had shocked
him beyond what he could deal with. But then, suddenly, a wolfish grin
spread across his face and I could tell that the whole idea was turning him
on to no end!

"Well, Sport, that's quite interesting. I don't know how you ended up
liking to do that, but it sure sounds like a lot of fun. You know, I really
shouldn't be doing this kind of stuff with you - at least not at your
age. But, you seem to know what you want and I also guess if you had been
my brother, we would have probably done these kind of things with each
other. At least that's what a lot of guys have told me they've done with
their little brothers. I guess it's common for older brothers to teach
their younger brothers about their bodies and how to have fun with other
guys. I just don't know how your Dad would feel about all this, though. So
you've got to promise me something, Sport. You've got to promise not to
tell him about any of this. I wouldn't want him to be mad at me or hate
me. And I wouldn't want him to not let me spend time with you anymore,
would you?" he said earnestly.

"No! I want to spend time with you. I promise that I won't tell him about
this. I can't tell you why, but I have a feeling he wouldn't be upset about
it. But I still promise cause I know how you feel." I swore to him.

"Ok. Thanks, Sport.  So, if you want to have my butt - sniff and lick
away!" he grinned while turning around and bending over to put his hands on
the toilet seat lid.

This brought his fragrant ass to my face level and spread the hairless
crack of his ass. The ripeness of it hit me full at that point and I
couldn't wait to get my nose in his crack. I pushed his ass cheeks apart
with my hands and shoved my nose deep in his ass trench. I sniffed up and
down his ass crack, taking deep whiffs of his butt musk. I was lost!

But just smelling his ass quickly wasn't enough. My tongue came out and I
began to swab his trench from the base of his spine to that piece of skin
between his ass crack and balls. Without wasting time, my lips and tongue
found the slick, wrinkled skin of his quivering hole and, planting my lips
around it, I began to lick around the wrinkled hole. I was amazed of what
happened at that point. Very quickly, Troy's hole began to blossom and open
like a flower until there was a large hole which allowed my tongue to slip
inside with ease. It was not like my Dad's butt hole, tight and not giving
without a lot of licking and sucking. No! This butt hole wanted my tongue
inside and opened with a welcome to my searching tongue. I licked out the
inside of his hole, tasting the tart, dark taste of his ass. I loved the
flavor, the smell and the feel of his hole. I grabbed my hard cock while my
mouth sucked at Troy's ass and quickly brought myself to a thunderous dry
orgasm. Like Dad, while I ate his ass, and especially while I moaned into
his hole during my cumming, Troy held my face in his ass and stroked it as
I ate his ass and came. He made me feel like he enjoyed it, which he
obviously did since I was not the only one moaning, but he also made me
feel like this was not something to be embarrassed about.

I finally pulled my face from his ass and he turned around. He leaned down
and took my face in his hands. He gently licked the taste of his own ass
from my lips and face and then again kissed me, pushing his tongue inside
my mouth to get all the tastes of his ass that I had gathered. Then, he
stood a looked down at me.

"That was really great, Sport!" he enthused. "I wonder if you know how
great that really feels?"  he asked.

"Well...no. I've never had anyone do it to me." I admitted.

Without saying another word. He put his hands under my arms and lifted me
from the floor. He turned a placed me standing on the lid of the toilet
seat, bringing me up to a level where he could look me in the eye.

"Sport, turn around and bend over. Put your hands on the toilet tank." he
said quietly.

I was stunned! Troy, the dream of my life - one of the males I most admired
and looked up to in my life, was going to lick my ass!!! I couldn't believe
it! But it was true.

I bent over as instructed and I felt his tongue licking over the cheeks of
my boy-butt. Then I felt his thumbs parting my ass cheeks and heard him
sniffing my boy-hole with deep breaths, like I had explored his ass. And
then the most wonderful feeling in the world! I felt his tongue begin to
lick slowly through my ass-trench. He dragged is sensuously through my
hairless butt-crack and swirled around my hole. I moaned and my cock, which
had just cum not 3 minutes ago was as hard as steel again. I felt my
butt-hole begin to relax and open up to Troy's probing tongue. I felt him
press against the hole, trying to gain entry, but it was too tight. Troy
took his face out of my ass for a minute.

"Push out like you're trying to take a dump, Sport. That will open you up
more." he said huskily returning his face to my ass crack.

I did as instructed, pushing out as hard as I could. And it worked. I felt
his tongue sliding up my chute. Oh, God!!! What a feeling!!! Like nothing I
had ever experienced in my life!!! It felt so good having his tongue up my
ass, I now understood why Dad and he both loved for me to do it to them!
Troy kept pushing until it felt like his whole tongue was inside and then
he began to push it in and out, almost like a small cock fucking my
boy-hole! This feeling was absolutely indescribable! I never wanted it to
end. In fact, I was wishing that Troy had a longer and bigger tongue!
That's when the thought hit me about fucking. I'd heard guys in the locker
room joking about 'corn-holing' and 'ass fucking', but until now, it had
never made much sense to me. First of all, I didn't know what 'fucking' was
until Dad explained it to me. And even then, until now, I would never
figure that a cock as big as my Dad's or even Troy's, which was slightly
smaller, would ever fit in a little hole like an ass! But after the way
Troy's asshole opened up when I was eating it, I realized that an asshole
was a lot more flexible and pliant than I would have thought.  More than
that, I realized that, if his tongue felt that good going in and out of my
ass, what I wanted more than anything else at that moment was for Troy to
put his cock in my ass and fuck me!

"Oh, God!" I cried out, "Troy, please fuck me!!!"

Troy froze, his tongue half way up my ass. I froze, too, thinking I had
said or done something wrong. Troy withdrew his tongue from my ass and rose
up to put his mouth near my ear.

"Have you ever been fucked, Sport?" he asked in a quiet husky voice, which
I have learned is what a lot of men sound like when they're very aroused.

"No. But what you're doing feels so wonderful, I keep wanting something
bigger going in and out of my ass!" I answered truthfully.

"I don't know, Sport. That's a lot more than just playing around. I know my
tongue feels good, but getting fucked takes some working up to or you could
get hurt. It can hurt the first time." he told me.

"But, Troy," I begged. "I want you to do it to me! I know you wouldn't hurt
me! You do know how to do it, don't you?"

"Yes," he chuckled. "I know how to do it. But I don't know if it's such a
good idea right now."

"Oh," I said dejectedly. "I understand. You don't want to fuck me."

"No! It's not that at all, Sport!" he swore, hugging me close to him. "I
would love to fuck you, if that's what you really want. But we would have
to do a few things first to make sure that you won't get hurt." he
explained.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well...first we need to clean you out, Sport." he began explaining. "You
need to be cleaned out before you get fucked so there's no mess and your
insides are nice and smooth with nothing to scape against the walls of your
ass."

A light went off in my head.

"Are you talking about an enema?" I asked.

"Well, yes. That's exactly what I'm talking about." he admitted.

"I've had those before. Dad believes in them when you're sick. There's this
red rubber bag under the sink that Dad gives them to me with." I told him.

Troy looked under the sink and, sure enough, there was the enema bag.

"Ok, Sport. If you really want to be fucked, we'll do this first." he said
holding the enema bag in his hand.

"But it always gives me cramps when Dad does it. I don't like it very
much!" I said.

"No, it won't be like that. We're not going to do this like a regular
enema. We just need to clean out your lower bowels, not all through your
system. We'll use a bit of the water but we'll do it several times to make
sure that everything is clean up inside you far enough to fit my cock." he
explained.

Now, I knew that Troy was studying to be a doctor, so I figured that he
knew what he was doing.  But I was still a little scared. He noticed my
hesitation.

"Tell you what, Sport. I do this all the time to myself. How about I do it
first and you'll see it doesn't hurt. In fact, if you want, I'll let you do
it to me! How about that?" he asked.

"Well...yeah! That would be ok!" I exclaimed. The idea of giving Troy and
enema was somehow exciting to me. I guess I wanted the chance to play with
his ass again.

Troy filled the bag and hung it on the back of the door. Then he looked in
the medicine cabinet where he found a jar of petroleum jelly.

"Well, not the best stuff, but better than nothing!" he said to himself. He
handed me the nozzle of the enema and the open jar of lube.

"Now, Sport, I want you to put some of the grease on your fingers and to
work it around and in my hole to grease me up. Ok?" he asked.

"Sure!" I said, taking the jar and the nozzle from him.

I dipped two fingers in the grease and Troy bent over, presenting his ass
again to me. I put a large glob of the grease on his hole and started to
smooth it all around. As I did, Troy's ass naturally opened and I began to
shove my greasy fingers up inside him to lubricate his opening. Troy
started to move his ass around on my fingers and moaning. It obviously felt
good to him. I began to understand that Troy had been fucked before and
evidently liked it, too.

After I had him greased up good, he told me to put the nozzle in slowly,
which I did. He then told me to release the clamp on the hose which let the
water flow. Before the bag was even a quarter empty, he had me close the
clamp again. It wasn't anywhere near the amount of water that Dad used when
he gave me an enema but Troy said it was plenty.  He asked me if it would
bother me if he voided the water from his bowels? I told him it wouldn't
bother me. I'd seen guys take a dump before. So he sat on the toilet and
voided the water. He flushed and then stood up and bent over again. Again I
inserted the nozzle and again let another quarter of the water flow into
his ass.

We repeated this one more time and when he had voided the third time, he
had me look in the toilet and see there was nothing but clean water
there. He then turned me around, took some of the grease and began to lube
my ass with it. He gently massaged my hole and shortly one of his fingers
slipped inside. It was bigger than his tongue, but it felt really good. He
didn't push it in very far but began pushing it in and out. It began to
feel so good, I began to push back on it and Troy chuckled.

"Don't be so eager, Sport!" he laughed.

He removed his finger and greased up the nozzle and began to slowly insert
it in my butt. It didn't hurt at all! In fact, after his finger, I could
barely feel it at all. Troy told me to tell him as soon as I started to
feel full and then slowly opened the clamp. The water flowed into my ass
and I quickly felt full. I told Troy and he immediately stopped the
water. I sat on the toilet and voided. For once, the flow of the water felt
really good, unlike the enema's that Dad gave me. We repeated it twice more
and, just like Troy, the third time, the water was completely clear.

"Ok, I'm cleaned out!" I said to Troy, eagerly anticipating being fucked.

"Well, that's fine. But there's still something else that we have to do
before I fuck you. But I think you're going to like this - a lot!" he said.

He picked me up in his strong arms and carried me into my room. He lay me
down on the bed and then went back to the bathroom. He returned with the
jar of grease. He sat down on the bed and then leaned down over me. He
gently brought his lips to mine and I reached up to wrap my arms around his
neck as his tongue once more entered my mouth in a passionate kiss. He
broke the kiss after a few moments.

"Now, I'm going to grease you up really good and then I'm going to use my
fingers to open you up. I'm going to help spread the muscles in your ass so
that you can take my cock in there." he explained.

"Well, it can't be that hard! You opened up really easy!" I exclaimed.

Troy's face went very red. I couldn't understand why.

"Look, Sport, I've been doing this a lot longer than you have and my
muscles have been stretched a little more often. I've learned how to
control them. For the first time, it is not that easy, so this may take
some time but remember, the goal here is for you to have nothing but
pleasure from this." he explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Troy." I said sheepishly. "I didn't mean anything."

"I know, Sport." he said. "I guess I'm just a little touchy about that
because I don't want any of the guys to know about that part of my life."

"Well, I'll never tell anyone! I can keep a secret - really!" I promised.

"I know, Sport." he said, pushing me gently over on my stomach. "Are you
ready to start?"

"Yeah!"

He took a large glob of grease and spread it in my ass crack. He began
massaging my hole again, which by this time was a lot looser thanks to the
enemas. His finger slipped in easily. Again, he began pushing it in and out
but, this time, he began pushing it in farther. He finally had it in all
the way past his second knuckle. With his finger all the way inside me, he
began feeling around until he found something which, when he stroked it
with is finger tip, all but sent me vertically off the bed with the jolt of
feeling that went through my body!

"That's your prostate, Sport! You 'joy button'!" Troy explained. "That's
what makes fucking feel so good! When a guy's hard cock rubs over it, you
go to heaven!"

I couldn't agree more! The feeling was incredible! This made my resolve to
get fucked even more intense!

Troy continued to play with my ass, adding another finger to stretch my
hole open. It hurt a little at first, but Troy reminded me to push down
like I was taking a dump and the muscle opened up.  When two fingers were
feeling really good and my ass was moving around on them like a bitch in
heat, Troy added a third finger. Again, it took some getting used to but
soon I was taking them easily.

It was at this point that Troy took his fingers from my ass and took
another glob of grease from the jar and began to coat his hard cock with
the grease. I knew the time had come to experience my first fuck from a
man!

Troy lay down on the bed next to me on his back, stroking his greasy cock.

"Ok, Sport. The easiest way to start is for you to straddle me and kind of
sit down on my cock.  That way, you can control everything. How deep and
how fast my cock goes in. Don't hurt yourself. Take it slow and easy. We
don't have to rush this." he instructed me.

I straddled his hips and felt his hard cock nudging me between my ass
cheeks. I discovered that this position also allowed me to watch Troy while
I got fucked. And any view of Troy was well worth seeing!

I raised up and Troy helped me place the head of his cock at the entrance
to my boy-hole. I slowly began to lower myself onto his cock. Even with the
amount of spreading of my muscles that Troy had done, I still found that my
asshole resisted the entry of Troy's cock.

"Remember, Sport, push down like you were taking a dump to open your hole."
Troy reminded me.

I followed his advice and almost immediately the head of his cock slipped
into my ass. The feeling shocked me at first. It felt so warm and hard at
the same time. It didn't hurt at all though. I slowly began lowering myself
on his flesh pole. And before I knew it, I could feel his pubic hair
tickling my butt hole. I had all his cock in my ass!!

I smiled at Troy and he smiled back as he began rotating his hips which
stirred his cock inside my tight ass. As he moved, his cock stroked that
'joy button' he told me about. It felt incredible.  Then I began to raise
up slowly and his cock began it's outward journey from my hole. Before I
lost it out of my ass entirely, I slowly lowered myself again. After a few
times of this, I was riding Troy's cock like a cowboy! Riding up and down,
going faster and faster and feeling better and better.

"Feels like you're used to it now and really enjoying it." Troy said to me.

"Yeah! I love this!!!" I exclaimed.

"Ok, let's try another position then. This one's good for you, but I don't
like fucking this way."  Troy explained.

He gave me the choice of getting fucked on my back or 'doggy style'. I
figured that face to face was best. I wanted to watch Troy as he fucked
me. And fuck me he did! He began slowly, but soon he was pounding in and
out of my butt at lightening speed. And we were both moaning loudly as I
experienced my first orgasm without even touching myself - just from Troy
fucking my ass. As my ass clenched tightly around Troy's cock in my
cumming, it triggered Troy to cum as well. He flooded my ass with his
cum. I could feel some of it flowing out of my ravaged hole around his
cock.

Troy collapsed on top of me and as it softened, his cock slowly slipped out
of my butt. I kissed him passionately in gratitude for what he had done. I
felt like I had joined some special fraternity of guys who understand how
wonderful fucking ass and getting your ass fucked can be!

We did eventually shower and called for a pizza. We were both famished
after our strenuous activity. I ended up being very tired by the time my
bed-time came around. I went into Dad's room and crawled into bed and Troy
came up to tuck me in.

"Troy, can you lie down with me for a while? I usually go to sleep with Dad
holding me. Please hold me, just until I go to sleep?" I asked.

"Sure, Sport." And he lay down and took me in his arms. I lay my head on
his strong, muscular arm and felt almost as safe and loved as I did with
Dad. Troy was going to make a wonderful big brother.

We were both naked, and I didn't realize it, but Troy was just as exhausted
as I was and fell asleep with me. So later I woke up and the lights were
still on in the bedroom. I had awoken to a sound. When I looked for what
made the noise I realized it was the door to the bedroom opening.  And
there was Dad! And here were Troy and I, naked in bed together with Troy's
arm around me and his hard cock resting in the crack of my ass!!!

What was Dad going to think?!!!


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