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Subject: "Swim Team, The" (t/t HS, oral, anal, enema)
Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2000 09:10:13 CST

Name:		RAEDOM
From:		reporter@poncacity.net
Title:		ST:" Swim Team, The" (t/t HS, oral, anal, enema
Story:
[The following story is fiction, and any resemblance to actual persons
is completely unintentional.  This story contains explicit
descriptions of sex between teenaged boys.  Anyone under the age of
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THE SWIM TEAM
 by RAEDOM


     The swim team of our school had an excellent practice, especially
for a Friday afternoon.  My name is Justin Wheeler, I'm sixteen, a
junior, and I've been the star diver for the team for two years.
People have told me I'm handsome -- I don't know about that, but I do
know I have off-blonde hair, worn short like all swimmers, blue eyes,
and the slim, athletic build of most competitive divers.

     A new kid had joined the team just yesterday, but was fitting
right in.  His name was Kenny Diamont and  I had  been assigned to
show him the ropes, so when we got out of the pool, Coach Clancy
called me over, and  said, "Don't forget  it's 'flush' day today.  See
that Kenny gets issued his equipment."

     "What's 'flush' day?" Kenny wanted to know.

     "It's a special routine Coach has set-up.  He thinks it helps to
improve our overall good health, and that's
supposed to make us better swimmers.  C'mon in the dressing room, and
we'll get you outfitted."

      Kenny was, fifteen, a sophomore who had just moved to town.  He
was slightly built, almost as small as the team member we called
Little Paul, and because of this looked younger than than his actual
age.  He had dark brown hair, short of course, and the biggest,
roundest, darkest brown eyes I had ever seen.

     We went into the locker room, where the other male team members
were already gathered,  There was the usual noise and horseplay, but,
contrary to normal, everyone still had their swim briefs on, and no
one was yet in the showers.  Sitting in the middle of the room was a
special table on wheels.  At one end of the  table, two sturdy metal
rods extended upward about eighteen inches from each corner, with
shallow padded troughs about a foot long fastened to the tops of these
rods.  Also on one corner was a second rod, extending about three feet
above the surface of the table, with a hook on the top end.  The table
itself was padded like a massage table, with a padded headrest at the
end opposite the rods.

     I led Kenny over to the supply cabinet.  "You'll need one of
these," I told him and took out a box of small round plastic pipes.
These pipes were about four inches long and reverse tapered, so that
one end  bulged slightly.  It was rounded, but squarish, with four
sides, and there were two small holes in each side.

     "Take one," I told Kenny, "it'll be for your use alone.  Coach
says it's more sanitary that way."

     "But what's it for?" he asked as he chose one.

     "I'll explain in a minute," I said, "but right now I need to get
mine ouf of my locker."  And I went back to the locker area.

     Meanwhile, our team captain was getting things organized.  As
Kenny watched, Charlie told Frank to get the box out of the supply
closet.  Frank did and carried it over to the sinks along the
sidewall.  From the box he took a large rubber bag and started filling
it with water.  I returned just as Charlie, our team captain, said,
"All right, who's going to be first?"

     "I will," said Little Paul, "I need to get home as quick as I
can."  We had nicknamed him "Little Paul" because he was a freshman,
but he still had the talent to make the varsity team.

     "OK," assented Charlie, and with that, Paul stripped off his tiny
swim suit and lay down on the table on his back.  Meanwhile, Frank had
finished filling the rubber bag.   He screwed a stopper into it,
attached a hose to the stopper, drained some of the water out through
the hose, and closed a clamp near the end.  "All right, Paul," said
Frank coming over to the table, the bag in one hand and a jar of
vaseline in the other,"where's your nozzle?"

     "Here you go," said Paul, handing Frank one of the plastic pipes.
Frank hung the bag on the hooked rod at the end of the table and
attached the nozzle to the end of the hose, then coated it with
lubricant.  Kenny looked around and saw that each boy, including
himself, was holding one of these things called "nozzles".

     "What's going on?" Kenny asked me, slightly apprehensively.

     "Just watch," I replied, "You'll see."

     Little Paul raised his legs up and rested his calves in the
shallow troughs on the end of the table.  This spread his legs and
exposed his little butt.  Frank approached Paul's ass, pulled his
buttocks apart and spread some vaseline on his asshole.  Then he
brought the nozzle to Paul's wrinkled little sphincter and inserted it
in his asshole.  He opened the clamp, and we could see the bag begin
to deflate as water drained out of it..

     "This is what 'flush' day is," I spoke to Kenny without turning
my head.  "Coach believes enemas are a health aid, so we each get one
twice a week.  The boys are on Tuesdays and Fridays, and the girls on
Mondays and Thursdays."  I glanced casually at Kenny and saw that his
face was white as a sheet.  "What's the matter?" I asked solicitously.

     "I've never had anything like that done to me," Kenny said
fearfully.  "Is Paul actually getting water run into his butt?"

     "Well, yeah," I told him, "that's what an enema is.  You've
really never had one before?"

     "No," Kenny groaned, "and I'm not having one now!"

     "But Kenny," I told him soothingly, "it's a requirement of being
on the team.  Your parents signed a slip giving the school permission
to exercise all reasonable health precautions.  This is just what
Coach thinks is a reasonable precaution."

     "I don't care, I'm not gonna do it!"  Kenny was getting a little
hysterical by now, and some of the boys were turning to look at us.

     "Tell you what," I offered, "you and I can go last, and that way
no one else will see you getting an enema this first time."

     "Well, all right," Kenny said.  I could see the calculating look
in his eyes, and knew he figured that once we were alone he would be
able to talk me into skipping it.

     Meanwhile, all the water had run out of the bag and into Paul's
belly.  Frank pulled the nozzle out of him and handed
it to him.  Paul got up, clenching his butt-cheeks together, and went
to one of the sinks by the end wall, quickly washing off his nozzle,
then dashed for one of the toilet stalls and stepped inside.  We all
could plainly hear the gush of water from his rectum, with an
occasional solid "plop" mixed in.  While all this had been going on,
another boy had filled a second enema bag.  Frank now pulled off his
briefs, and the next boy took the first bag down and handed it to the
next guy in line, hung the second bag on the hook, attached the nozzle
Frank gave him, lubed up the nozzle and Frank's anus,  inserted the
nozzle, then opened the clamp.  Another boy took the first bag and
started to refill it with water, getting it ready for the next
treatment.  Meanwhile Paul came out of the stall, picked up his briefs
and towel and disappeared into the shower room.

     This routine continued, until only  Charlie, Kenny, Sammy, and I
were left to be treated.  Most of the others had emptied their bowels
of their enemas, showered, dressed, and left for the weekend.  Sammy
was the one who had done  the enema for the previous  boy (now on the
toilet) and he would be next.

     Charlie motioned for me to fill the empty bag, scowling a little
because he thought I should have done this already, but I took him
aside and explained the situation with Kenny.

     "OK," Charlie said sympathically, "I'll go next so I can leave
you two alone.  I remember the first time we all got treated, and I
sure wouldn't want to walk into the middle of this as the new kid."

     "Thanks," I told him, and he grabbed the bag and filled it.  By
now Sammy was naked on the table, and the boy he had treated came out
of a toilet and went to shower.  Charlie went to the table and greased
up Sammy's  nozzle and asshole, stuck the nozzle in him, and opened
the clamp.  I went over to the sink and got the empty bag.  I motioned
Kenny over with a jerk of my head, and when he came up beside me, I
told him, "You need to learn how to do this, because you'll be
expected to help out next Tuesday."

     I showed him how to gauge the water temperature, neither too hot
nor too cold, and filled up the bag.  "Now," I instructed, "see, this
stopper screws in the mouth of the bag.  It's got a hollow tip on it,
and this hose fastens onto that."  I put end of the hose in the sink
and upended the bag so some water drained out, then clamped it off.
"That's to get all the air out of the hose.  If you didn't do that,
you'd be attacked by a case of the farts."  Kenny smiled wanly at my
bathroom humor.

     By now, Charlie was up on the table, with his legs resting in the
supports.  This spread his legs open as well as elevating them, and
allowed easy access to his butt.  I attached his nozzle to the hose
and lubed it, then opened his butt-cheeks and smeared some vaseline on
his anus.  Bringing the nozzle up to his asshole, I gently pushed it
in, and opened the clamp.  When the water started flowing, Charlie's
cock started squirming, and he quickly got a full erection.

     Kenny gasped when he saw this, but I said, "That happens to most
of us.  You must not have seen the hard-ons some of the other guys
had.  Coach says it's normal.  Some of the guys even jack off while
the water is draining out of them; you can hear their heavy breathing
in the toilet stall.  Coach says that's normal, too."

     "Like you've never done that," Charlie teased.  I just smiled
somewhat sheepishly.  Charlie gently fondled his hard dick as the
water drained into him until he soon was full.  I pulled his nozzle
out, detached it from the hose and handed it to him.  While he headed
for the sink and then the toilet, I handed the bag to Kenny.  "All
right guy," I told him, "get this ready for me."

     He gulped but took the bag and stepped over to the row of sinks.
I watched him as he worked, to see if he would have any trouble.  The
only time he fumbled was when he tried to clamp the hose.  I helped
him there, showing him how he could pinch the hose with his finger and
thumb until he got the clamp closed.

     I went over to the table, stripped off my swimsuit and lay down.
"OK, Kenny, I instructed, "fix me up."

     Just then Charlie came out of the toilet stall and headed for the
shower room, not bothering to look at us. He must have heard what we
were saying to each other, but probably figured things would work out
best if he stayed out of it and let me handle it.

     Kenny hung the bag on the hook and attached the nozzle I handed
him without any problems.  I told him to make sure he didn't get any
vaseline in the eight little holes in the sides of the nozzle, because
they would stop up and make it hard for the water to drain out.  He
greased up the nozzle, being careful as I had instructed, then
hesitated and got a funny look on his face.

     "What's the matter?" I asked.

     "Well,:" he replied in a voice not much above a whisper, "I just
don't think I can put my finger on your asshole," he saiid
plaintively.

     "Oh, heck," I kidded him, "It won't hurt either of us.  We all do
it, so it's no big deal."

    "But I've never done anything like this," he wailed.

    "Sure, I know," I soothed him, "I remember the first time I did
it.  I was really weird, but you get used to it.  Now come on and get
with the program so we can go home."

     "Well, if I gotta," Kenny said reluctantly.  I felt him open my
asscheeks, apply the lube, then -- nothing.

     "Now  what's wrong," I asked peevishly.

     "Gee, Justin," he said miserably, "I just don't see how I can
stick this thing in you."

     I was beginning to lose my patience.  "Oh, for goodness sake," I
snapped, "it's been done many times before and hasn't hurt me yet.
That's what the lubrication is for.  Now come on and let's get this
over with."

     Kenny screwed up his face in an agony of concentration.  He
pulled my buttocks apart, peered closely in between them, and brought
the tip of the nozzle to my anus.  I pushed down with my abdomen so
that my asshole pooched out, and said, "Now push it in."  I felt a
pressure on my slit, then something cold and hard slipped past the
ring of muscle and into my rectum.  "Now turn the water on," I
reminded him.

     I heard the click of the clamp and warm water gushed into my
bowels.  Charlie came out of  the showers and went to the lockers,

     When the warm water started flowing into me, my prick sprang to
attention as it usually did.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kenny
staring at it in fascination.  He didn't say anything, so I didn't,
either.  Soon enough the bag was empty and my belly was full.  "Now
close the clamp so any leftover water won't run out," I reminded
Kenny, "then pull the nozzle out of me, take it off the hose, and give
it to me."

     He did so, and I got up, clenching my butt-cheeks tightly
together to keep the water in my ass.  My engorged penis swayed back
and forth as I stepped to the end-wall sinks and washed my nozzle,
then went into the nearest toilet stall.  I sat down and relaxed my
sphincter, and water and solids gushed out of me.  After my
conversation with Charlie, I thought it better that I didn't jack off,
so I left my hard prick alone.  I was soon drained, wiped myself off,
and stepped out in the main room, my prick still half-hard but
continuing to deflate.

     Kenny was standing there with a stricken look on his face.  "I
just can't do it," he said piteously, "I just can't let you stick
something in my ass and squirt water in me."

     "Kenny," I said patiently, "for the last time, you've got to get
this done, or coach won't let you stay on the team.  "Look," I
continued, "I told you the girls do it, too.  Don't tell me you're too
chicken to do something even a girl can do."

     "But you could just tell Coach --- "

     "Kenny I'm not going to lie to Coach, he catches a guy in a lie
too easily.  You'll just have to get it done."

     "Yeah, but -- " then he surrendered.  "Oh, hell, come on and
let's get this over with."

     "Attaboy," I cheered him on, and went to the sink to fill up the
bag.  When I had connected and drained the hose, I turned around.
Kenny had slipped his tiny swimsuit off, but was still standing by the
table with a look of fear on his face.

     "Come on, Kenny boy, don't funk out after you've come this far.
Get on up on the table."  Looking hang-dog, he boosted himself onto
the table and lay down.  Without being told, he put his legs in the
supports, exposing his little round butt.  I hung  the bag, connected
the nozzle he handed me without looking at me, greased it up, then
pulled his asscheeks apart, and lubed his little hole.  He drew his
breath in sharply when my finger smeared vaseline on his anus, but
didn't say anything.  I brought the nozzle to his little opening, and
gently eased it in.  Another sharp breath.  I opened the clamp and saw
the bag start to collapse in on itself.  Charlie came out of the
locker area and said he'd see us Monday.

     As the water started flowing, Kenny sucked his breath in between
his teeth again.  I glanced at his penis and saw it flop around and
then inflate.  I don't remember ever seeing a guy's hard-on before we
started this program, and now I saw about a dozen twice a week.
Kenny's compared favorably with most of the guys.  It was not as long
as mine, but was as long or longer than most others.  Charlie, for
instance, had a dong as thick as I did, but not as long.  Little Paul,
surprisingly had a really thick, long dick.  Kenny's, instead of being
thick like nearly all the others, was slender, which made it look
longer still.  For some reason as I looked at it, was reminded of an
enema nozzle.  Then I thought, "If his prick could be used to give an
enema, then mine -- " but no! that was perverted.  I'd fucked three
girls from school and knew  I wasn't gay, so why should I be thinking
of shoving my prick in another guy's asshole!  I was getting another
hard-on just thinking about it, and as I looked at Kenny's long slender
prick, I suddenly wondered how it would taste.

     "Now this is really going too far!" I scolded myself, but I
couldn't get the thought out of my mind.  Surely it wouldn't hurt
anything if I just held it for a moment!  Seemingly of it's own
volition, my hand reached out and took gentle hold of Kenny's dong.
He jumped when I did this but didn't way anything.  I looked his
circumcised prick over for a moment, then seemed to be watching from
outside myself as I bent over and took it into my mouth.  As the head
passed my lips, Kenny gave a little grunt of surprise, but had no
other reaction.  I lowered my mouth down the entire lengh of his
prick, and started sucking, at the same time beginning to move my head
up and down.  Soon Kenny was moving his hips up to meet me, fucking
hard into my mouth.  After quite a bit of this, I felt the shaft swell
up suddenly and my mouth was filled with salty-tasting cum.

     I wanted to bolt from the room, but for one thing I was totally
naked, and for another I suddenly realized I had another erection!
Kenny was still laying still with his eyes closed, so I clamped the
hose, pulled the nozzle from his butt, and said thickly, "Better empty
out, now."

     He got up and ran to a stall.  I didn't have the nerve to remind
him that he was supposed to clean his nozzle first, (Coach required us
to do it this way so the enema water would have more time to do it's
work) so I detached it and washed it for him.  All this time my head
was whirling.  How could I ever face the kid again?  What could I say,
what could I do?  What would happen to me if he told Coach?

     And all the time, I still had a hard-on.

     I became aware that the sound of water gushing out of someone's
rectum had stopped, and just then I heard the toilet flushing.  Kenny
opened the stall door, and I couldn't look at him.  But he came over
and laid a hand on my arm, saying, "Wow, Justin, why didn't you tell
me it would feel like that?  Having that hard thing up my butt was the
most incredible thing I ever felt!  And then when you -- you know -- I
thought I'd died and gone to heaven!  You gotta be one cool guy to
think of my feelings like that.  I'll never be afraid of an enema
again!"

     I sucked him off and he thought I was cool?  I couldn't believe
my luck -- as least I wouldn't be getting in trouble with Coach.  But
what if he told some of the other guys?  "You've got to keep this
between us,"  I pleaded.  "I doubt if the others would understand."

     "Gotcha," he agreed conspiratorily.  Then his eyes dropped to my
prick.  "But you're hard again!" he exclaimed.

     "Yeah," I said, "well I've gotta admit that sucking your cock did
kinda turn me on."

     "Gee," he said, "I'd like to return the favor, but I don't think
I'm ready to be a cocksucker yet.  Hey, I know,": he continued
excitedly, "I just found out I like having something hard up my ass.
You could stick your prick in there.  I wouldn't mind.  In fact, I
t;hink I'd like it."

     The kid was asking me to fuck his ass!  My hard-on was so stiff
by now it was beginning to hurt, so I didn't have to consider his
offer for long.  "Bend over the enema table," I said, and when he had
done so, I took some vaseline and greased up both his asshole and my
prick.  Bringing the head to his little slit, I pushed forward gently
but firmly.  I felt my foreskin peel back as the head of my penis
popped inside him.  Another sharp intake of breath from him.

     "Did I hurt you," I asked anxiously.

     "Lord, no," he exulted, "it feels wonderful !  Push it in the
rest of the way."

     I didn't need to be told that twice and with one lunge, I went in
up to the hilt.  I drew back and plunged in again, and he worked his
buttocks in counterpoint to my thrusts.  I picked up the tempo, going
faster and faster, but Kenny matched me with his butt stroke for
stroke.  A knot of pure ecstacy gathered at the base of my balls, my
nuts bunched up against it, my prick swelled even more, and wad after
wad of cum tore through my prick and into his rectum.

     As my breathing began to slow down to normal, I saw that he was
jacking himself off, and I felt his anus grab hold of my cock as he
pumped semen on the floor under the enema table.   I pulled out and
sat down weakly on the table, and he crawled up to collapse against my
shoulder.

     "Wow, that was fantastic!" he crowed.

     "You bet it was," I agreed.  Suddenly sanity returned.  "Kenny
we've got to shower and get out of here!  They'll be locking up soon."
We jumped off the table, trotted to the shower room and washed up
quickly.

     As he turned around and around, rinsing himself off, I kept
staring at his cute little butt, wondering what I had done, and what
was going to happen next.  I liked sex with girls a lot, but what
Kenny and I had done was pretty great, too.

     We went to the locker area and dressed in silence, then drained
and stored the enema bags, but as we left the building and prepared to
go our separate ways, Kenny said, "Thanks, Justin, I've never been
treated so well by anyone.  Suppose we might be able to do it again
sometime?"

     "Maybe," I said noncommittally, "but we don't dare do anything
more at school.  We could get expelled, maybe even arrested."

     "Yeah, I see," he said thoughtfully.  "Well, anyway, thanks for
all you did for me." and he turned around and headed for his home.

     "Amazing," I thought, "the guy thanked me for fucking him in the
asshole!"

----------

     The most surprising thing about this incident for me was the fact
that I had already had several heterosexual experiences and had never
been attracted to male-male sex before this.  Kenny and I had sex on a
regular basis until I graduated, but I never had a homosexual
encounter with anyone else.  Kenny also dated several girls, and had
his share of sex with them.  As a matter of fact, we were on a double
date when Kenny lost his heterosexual virginity, breaking the cherry
of his date in the front seat of the car after listening to me fucking
my girlfriend in the back seat.

     I still like to use enemas as part of my sex play, mainly as a
masturbation device.


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