LOADS MAGAZINE/May 1987 -- From Super Stud BBB
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DUNCAN

A few years ago, I was a young US Air Force physician assigned to a small
detachment of men at the international airport in Bermuda. Also on the
island was a unit of the British Black Watch Regiment assigned as a
ceremonial guard to the island's governor. It too had a medical officer
assigned, and he and I covered for each other during days off and vacations
back to our respective countries. It was a great assignment with much free
time and a constantly changing population of interesting men who came as
tourists.

One Friday morning I was conducting the usual light sick call by myself as
I had given my corpsman a long weekend. As the British doctor was away, I
had been seeing his soldiers as well as mine. The first patient I called in
to my office was Corporal Duncan MacIver from the Black Watch. He was 23
years old, about 6'2", well-built with broad shoulders, auburn hair, and a
bushy red moustache. He was in summer uniform consisting of a khaki shirt
with its sleeves rolled up, his Black Watch tartan kilt, and knee-length
socks. He was well-tanned and his exposed arms and legs were richly covered
with dark red hair. I had never seen this handsome hunk before, but
instantly decided that I wanted to see him again. He took a seat beside my
desk, and I asked him what brought him in this morning. He embarrassedly
replied that he was constipated and in a great deal of discomfort, not
having been to the toilet for three days. I went to the cabinet, laid out a
large cotton sponge, on which I placed two glycerine suppositories and a
healthy dollop of surgical lubricant. This I placed before the corporal,
instructing him to go into the john, lubricate both the suppositories and
his finger, and insert them as far into his rectum as he could reach; and
return to the waiting room and wait for the suppository to take effect,
retaining them as long as possible. He shifted uncomfortably in the chair
and said, "Sir, I've never done that before--can't you just give me some
medicine instead?" I responded with a firm "No," placed the sponge in his
big hand, and directed him to the bathroom.

The next two patients were uninteresting with minor complaints and used up
about half an hour. I then called Corporal MacIver back into the office and
asked what effect the suppositories had had. He replied that it had caused
a lot of discomfort and that he had expelled them, but that he had had no
bowel movement. While feigning disappointment, I was secretly pleased as I
anticipated his next course of treatment. I have a real thing for men's
asses, and this one held particular promise. I directed him to kneel on the
end of the examining table with his chest on the table and his hands
gripping its sides and went to the cabinet for an examining glove and the
lubricant.  Once I had secured these items, I turned and saw that he had
done as I had instructed. He was perfectly positioned with his butt raised
high in the air, but his modesty still protected by the pleated kilt. He
had turned his head toward me, and watched nervously as I slowly slipped my
right hand into the glove, savoring his uncomfortable anticipation. I
stepped behind him and quickly raised the kilt, turning it back across his
waist. As Black Watch members take particular pride in wearing nothing
under their kilts, especially in the warm Bermuda climate, I was
immediately greeted by a sight that would send any ass man into
ecstasy. His two beautifully proportioned muscular cheeks, white in
comparison with his beach-tanned legs, were covered with an ample covering
of soft fur.  Between them was an open crevice whose delights were
completely obscured by a thick growth of dark red hair, and below was
suspended a pair of balls whose size matched the size of the man. Plainly
visible below the sack was the head of his thick penis, barely covered by a
snug foreskin.

"Just relax. This will not hurt as long you do as I tell you," I said and
proceeded to separate the anal hair with my gloved hand, revealing his
tightly puckered opening, pink and inviting. After stopping to generously
lubricate my middle finger, I gently massaged the opening until I felt him
partially relax.  Inserting the tip of my finger, I told him to push it
out, and as he did so, my finger easily slipped past his sphincter causing
him to catch his breath and then let let out a little groan. I continued to
slide my finger into him but soon encountered the very firm fecal barrier
which was the source of his problem. Trying to break up the mass, I probed
still deeper into the soldier's ass causing him to grunt in
discomfort. "Relax, I'm nearly through," I said, and soon slid my finger
out of his ass. "You've got quite a problem there, but I can have you as
good as new in a couple of hours." He visibly relaxed as I turned to the
sink to wash my hands, thinking, I suppose, that the worst was over, but
not suspecting what lay ahead. I went back to the cabinet, found a Fleet
mineral oil enema, and returned to the examining table where that beautiful
ass waited.

"I'm going to inject a little oil to break up the mass, so just bear with
me for a couple more minutes and I'll have you off the table."

After relubricating my finger, I once again massaged his hole, meeting less
resistance this time. I snapped the protective cap off the Fleet and eased
it up his ass as far as it would reach, squeezed its contents into his
bowels, and removed the tube, tossing it into the trash can with a loud
thud.

"Just a little more and I'll be through." Before he could acknowledge my
words, I once again buried my finger in his upturned hole, probing about to
help the oil do its job. Probing downward, I felt the hard lump of the
man's prostate which I dallied over, massaging and feeling for
abnormalities.

"Does that hurt?" I asked.

"No," he answered, "But it makes me feel like I have to piss." I assured
him that that was normal and slid my finger out.

"Done!" I said, "Now let me get you cleaned up a bit." I stripped off the
examining glove and gently wiped away the lube from his ass. As if by
accident, I let my hand graze his ball sack wishing I could do more. Was it
my imagination, or was his cock a little more swollen than when I had first
noticed it? I pulled the kilt down over his butt and invited him to get
down from the table, leading him to the door of an adjoining room which
contained a bunk.

"I want you to lay on your stomach and retain the oil for about an hour, so
get comfortable, and I'll see you again a little later." I closed the door
and returned to my desk and other patients.

An hour or so later, I opened the door to the adjoining room and found
Corporal MacIver sleeping on his stomach as I had instructed. I walked in
and gently shook him awake.

"How do you feel?" I asked him.

"All right, but not any better than before." was his response. I directed
him to the bathroom once again to try to move his bowels, and told him to
return to my office when he had finished. Meanwhile I got an enema can and
equipment from the cabinet and set about preparing two quarts of warm
castile soap solution, poured it into the can, loaded everything on a table
next to the examining table and covered it with a cloth. In a couple
minutes, there was a knock on the door as Corporal MacIver returned from
the bathroom.

"Any luck?" I asked.

"Yes, I managed to pass a little, but I still don't feel good."  Knowing
that the now hidden soapy enema that awaited him would solve the problem, I
said "I'll have you fixed up in no time."

"Take off your clothes and have a seat on this end of the examining table,"
I said pointing to the place where he had earlier kneeled. With little
embarrassment, he was soon wearing only his khaki shirt and stockings. I
couldn't help sneaking a quick peek as he stood folding the kilt and
placing it on the chair. Below the front of the shirt was a thick bush of
the same dark red hair that warmed his asshole, and hanging from that bush
was about nine inches of fat uncut cock. What I had only seen a hint of
earlier was now on full display, and magnificent it was! His balls hanging
behind it appeared fuller from the front and served to push his cock out in
an arch downward from his belly. I thought of several things that I'd like
to do with that cock, but right now I had other things that needed
doing. He slipped off his shirt revealing a thick solid mat of dark
red-brown hair from neck to pubes, interrupted only by his long masculine
nipples peeking through the fur. He folded the shirt on top of the kilt,
remove his stockings, and walked over to the table and sat down. He had a
body to be proud of, and he was clearly not ashamed to show it off.

"Corporal, have you ever had an enema?"

"No, sir, but last year when I was in hospital with pneumonia, I saw the
lad in the next bed get one," he answered. "He told me it hurt."

"Well, I'm about to give you one now and, while it may be a little
uncomfortable, it will eliminated your constipation." He did not offer any
objection, although he looked like he wished there was some other way. As
he sat there, I uncovered the enema can and hung it from an IV pole at the
foot of the examining table.

I directed him to lie back on the table and to bring his knees to his chest
while I arranged a towel under his buttocks. Then once again donning an
examining glove, I lubricated my middle finger and began working the
lubricant inside him. Entry was much easier this time, and it appeared that
the oil had softened the stool somewhat. I removed my finger, grasped the
enema nozzle, slowly lubricated it as the soldier watched, and slipped it
gently up his ass.  With the other hand, I opened the clamp and, with a
gurgle, the water started to flow. Knowing that his capacity would be
limited due to the impacted shit inside him, I soon stopped the flow.

"I want you to relax as much as you can and to tell me if you have severe
cramping," I told him. He nodded his head and said he was okay. I opened
the clamp again and let the water flow until he groaned.

"Take deep breaths through your mouth, and the pain will pass," I
instructed him. I also began massaging his lower abdomen until I felt the
muscles relax.  Then I restarted the flow. I continued the starting,
stopping, and massaging until he had taken about two-thirds of the can, and
was unable to calm the cramps. He lay on the table groaning with pain and
thrashing his head back and forth as the soapy water did its work. I
removed the tube and told him to bring his legs down and try to relax, but
it was clear that he was in a great deal of discomfort.

"Breath through your mouth and relax, soldier... I want you to hold that
enema as long as possible."

"Oh sir, I can't hold it any longer. I've got to shit!" was his response. I
quickly but gently raised his left leg and once again massaged his asshole,
more vigorously this time.

"Sir, I can't hold it..... Please, sir, let me shit!" Realizing now that I
would not be able to calm the storm in his belly, I lowered his leg, took
his hand and helped him off the table and through the open door to where
the commode awaited him. He sat down hard, and with a gush and stifled cry,
unloaded in the toilet. After ascertaining that he was okay, I told him to
stay there until he felt better but not to flush the commode or attempt to
clean himself until I had examined that which he had expelled. As I was
closing the door to afford him some privacy, I heard the second wave gush
forth from his labored ass.

After about ten minutes, he pushed the door open and informed me that he
had finished. I had him stand and looked down to see a bowl completely
filled with the fecal material that had been plaguing him for these three
days. I told him to clean up, flush, and return to the office. Meanwhile I
busied myself readying a second enema of plain water to wash out the soap
and any remaining impaction. On reentering the room he walked over to the
chair holding his clothes and picked up his shirt.

"Not yet," I said. "You still have some treatment to go... I want you back
on the table on your knees and chest." He replaced the shirt, walked to the
examining table and did as I had instructed. I finishing preparing his
second enema at the sink, and started toward him with the full can. He
watched my approach and said "Do you have to give me another enema--I feel
quite well now."  I explained that it was necessary to rinse out any
remaining soap to prevent irritating his colon and to dislodge any
remaining feces.  I assured him that it would not be nearly as
uncomfortable as the first enema, and told him to relax and it would soon
be over. His response was a whispered but distinct "Yes, sir."

Now that the enema can was suspended from the IV pole once more, I went to
the cabinet and returned with a fresh examination glove and a thick
two-foot rectal tube.

"Now that you're pretty well cleaned out, I need to get this water in
deeper than before, so I'll use this longer tube." Seeing a quick look of
panic cross his face, I quickly added "Don't worry, it's not painful." I
once again donned the glove, squeezed a heavy glob of lube into my hand and
approached the young soldier's upturned butt. Trying to lighten the
atmosphere a bit, I said, "I'm ready when you are." He chuckled slightly
and answered, "Your move!" I started the slow massage of his anal area,
gradually working my finger through the forest of hair and into the
entrance to his waiting hole. I gently circled the tight opening several
times and made a couple of trial probes inside. Meeting little resistance,
I pushed my finger steadily in until the second knuckle had disappeared and
continued the circling motion inside his rectum, preparing it for the
intrusion of the larger tube. Sliding my finger out, I picked up the soft
red tube, squeezed out more lubricant, and proceeded to slide my hand up
and around the length of the tube to make certain that it was
well-coated. He watched as I did this, but his expression remained
unchanged. I gently eased the red tube into his waiting anus, and continued
to thread it slowly into his bowel. "Let me know if there's any
discomfort," I said. He responded with a murmured, "Okay." After having
introduced about eight inches, I clicked open the clamp and started the
water flowing. I soon reclosed the clamp and withdrew the tube slightly
before inserting a couple more inches into him.  Then more water. I kept
alternating water and tube until only three of four inches of red rubber
was visible. I was surprised at the ease in which I was able to get the
tube into his bowels, and on several occasions thought I noted him moving
his hips slightly as if to urge me on. I now opened the clamp and let the
water flow at a medium rate as I didn't want to bring on cramps before he
had completely emptied the can. After ten minutes I heard a gurgle from the
can indicating that it was indeed empty.

"That's it... I'll take the tube out," I said and slowly brought the tube
back into daylight until the invader had left his body.

"Now I'd like you to lie on your right side."

"But sir," he protested, "I'm comfortable as I am."

"That's part of the procedure," I assured him, "so please get on your right
side." He hesitated, but moved as instructed, and I then realized the
reason for his reluctance--he had a roaring hard-on! Now, I've seen a lot
of men's penises, both in a professional setting and in bed, but this hot
man had one of the longest, thickest, and prettiest cocks I had ever
seen. It was well over twelve inches long and between two and three inches
across the shaft, with a slight upward curve pressing the glans against the
hair above his navel. His foreskin had slipped about a third of the way
back over the bulbous head which glistened with wetness.

"Don't be embarrassed... many men get erections when they're having an
enema," I said as I reached across him and massaged his lower belly.  After
a few minutes, I rolled him onto his back and continued the massage, after
moving his cock out of my way. He had lost some of his erection, but by no
means all of it. I decided to violate my professionalism by seeing if I
could get him to full stiffness again. I had him bring his knees to his
chest again, swiftly reinserted my gloved right thumb and began a
tantalizing massage of his prostate. He was almost immediately hard again,
and I saw a drop of clear viscous liquid drip from the opening of his cock
onto the hair in which it was nested.  He groaned a little, and I asked him
if I was hurting him.

"No," he said, a slight smile crossing his lips. I knew now that I had gone
too far, and that if I didn't stop, all pretense of professionalism would
be lost, and he could get me into more trouble than I cared think about.  I
removed my thumb, turned away, removed the glove, and went to the sink to
wash my hands.

"You can get up now, and go into the bathroom and get rid of the water." I
didn't want to turn to face him, lest he see the outline of my own hard
cock. I dried my hands, pulled the screen around the examining table, and
went back to my desk to annotate his file. After a few minutes, I heard the
toilet flush and he soon strode back into my office. I turned and told him
he could put his clothes back on and then have a seat.  His erection was
gone, but he was still swollen handsomely, and I idly wondered whether or
not his kilt would hide it.  He dressed quickly as I finished the
paperwork, and sat in the chair beside my desk. As I talked with him about
modifying his eating habits to prevent recurrence of the constipation, he
made me a little uneasy by staring into my eyes with a slight smile on his
lips. He was onto my game and was cruising! My mind ran a mile a minute. On
the one hand I would have loved to bed this hunk, and on the other, I stood
to lose a lot if I made a move on him and he decided to report me. I
decided to play it straight, and soon he was on his way back to the
barracks, his problem resolved, and having had an obviously erotic
experience. I busied myself with other patients and the ever-present
paperwork for the rest of the day to keep from thinking about the hot
session I had had that morning with Corporal Duncan MacIver.

The next day was Saturday and my day for running all of the errands that I
had not had a chance to do during the week. I got back to my white cottage
at about three, changed into a swim-suit, and strolled down to the deserted
beach behind the cottage for a swim. After fifteen or twenty minutes, I
came back, dried off, made myself a gin and tonic, and plopped into the
lounge on the patio. I finished my drink and soon dozed off in the warm
late-afternoon Spring sun.

I was awakened by loud knocking at my front door. I got up, walked into the
house, and opened the door. There stood Corporal MacIver wearing nothing
but a pair of shorts.

"Come in," I said. He walked in and I closed the door behind him and turned
to face him. "What can I do for you?"

"I want an enema," was his response.

"Are you feeling bad again?" I asked.

"No, I feel great--and I want an enema, and I want you to give it to me,"
he said with an open grin on his face. I stepped up close to him, took a
healthy handful of his crotch, and said in a low growl, "with pleasure!"

He followed me back into the bedroom where I went into the back of my
closet to retrieve my stash of enema gear. As I emerged, he said "Let me
see what you've got there."

"You'll see it soon enough... How about getting an armload of towels out of
the linen closet, and stripping back the bed." I went into the adjoining
bathroom, selected a standard red rubber enema bag, and proceeded to fill
it with very warm water to which I added a generous amount of liquid
soap. As I hung the now-bulging bag from the shower rod, he joined me
saying "Looks like we're all set. By the way, my name's Dunc, what's
yours?"

"Steve--and we're not all set as long as those shorts are covering your
beautiful ass!" I grabbed the waistband, undid the button, slid open the
zipper, and pulled down the shorts letting them fall to the floor. "The
cock ain't bad either." I laughed as I slid his foreskin over the tip of
his dick, pinching and pulling on it. I turned him around, picked up the
waiting tube of surgical gel and said "bend over."  He complied as I
squeezed some of the lube into my hand. I spread his cheeks with my left
hand, and covered the area around his asshole with the lube before pressing
my finger up into him. Quickly removing the finger, I grasped the enema
nozzle, a soft plastic one with a bulbous head, greased it, and placed it
against the waiting pucker. "Push," I said, and as he did, I forced the
device up his ass, and reached over and opened the clamp. "Stand up, Dunc,
and keep your asshole squeezed tight around the tube so it'll stay in." I
turned him around again, and started exploring his body. I ran my hands
over his hairy chest and down the hard belly, fondled his cock and balls,
stole a kiss, tweaked his nipples, and back for another squeeze of his
cock. He pushed his thumbs inside the waistband of my swim-suit, forcing it
over my hips and onto the floor where I stepped out and kicked it
aside. His hands didn't stop there, but matched on my body the moves my
hands were making on his.

"You've got a nice cock, Steve... and your ass feels great," he added as he
squeezed my cheeks and fingered the crevice between them.

"How's the enema doing?" I whispered.

"Ayah, it feels wonderful!" he responded.

Soon we were both hard and he pulled me close to him rubbing our cocks
together between hairy bellies while fondling my ass with both hands. I was
getting close to orgasm, but it was much too early for that, so I pushed
away saying "later." About then I heard the slurp of the last of the soapy
water leaving the bag, so closed the clamp and eased the tube out of his
tightly-clenched hole. After leading him back to the bedroom and laying him
on his back, I crawled between his legs and sat there massaging his lower
belly.  Next I raised his legs to my shoulders, and while continuing the
massage with one hand, went to work on his asshole with the
other. Circling, exploring, probing, and now fully inside. Circling,
playing with his prostate, finger-fucking, and now out.  Circling, probing,
and now plunging back in with two fingers.

"Mmm," and then, "I've got a bad cramp," as I felt his sphincter tighten on
my fingers.

"Take deep breaths through your mouth and relax," I said, and soon the
cramp had passed. I continued the massage and assplay until the cramps came
more and more frequently and he finally said that he couldn't hold it any
longer. I helped him off the bed and onto the commode, and rubbed his
shoulders, back, and front while he expelled the offending fluid.

"Oh God, that was good. I've been fantasizing about it since I left your
office yesterday."

"I'm glad you liked it, Dunc--there's more and better to come."

"I hope so, Steve," he smiled.

As he was cleaning himself, I went into the bedroom and took one of the
large pictures from the wall near the head of the bed, revealing a hook
much larger than needed to hold the picture. About then, Dunc walked into
the room, put his arms around me from behind and asked what I was doing.

"Getting ready to give you a real enema," I said grinding my bare butt
against his limp but still swollen cock and then breaking free from his
encircling arms. "Why don't you lie down and get comfortable while I get
everything ready." I returned to the bathroom, refilled the bag with cool
water and laid it aside. I then filled a big gallon bag with warm water and
joined the two hoses with a Y-connector and an additional length of hose.
Picking these up, I walked back into the bedroom and hung them from the
hook under the watchful eye of my hunky enema buddy.

"The big one is the main course, and the other is dessert," I said, "...and
here's your appetizer." From the folded towel I had laid out on the bedside
table, I lifted a double enema nozzle and a tube of KY.

"Have you ever seen one of these?" I asked.

"No--what is it."

"It's wonderful." I pumped a couple of times on one of the bulbs, and the
first latex ball started to inflate.

"This goes inside... and this stays out." I said, pumping the other bulb.

"If you'll turn around so that your head is at the foot of the bed, I'll
show you how it works."

"Do you want me on my knees?"

"No, on your back. I want you to be able to watch the bags."  While he
moved, I crawled up on the bed so I was again between his legs, and started
to liberally grease up the enema tube.

"Okay, stud, pull up your knees." The tip slipped easily into his hole and
by gently pushing and twisting, I soon had the first balloon in his
rectum. With the other hand, I slowly squeezed air into the hidden ball,
making certain it was properly seated inside as I went. After six bulbs
full of air, I stopped and filled the other balloon to the same capacity.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"I feel like I have to shit real bad, and like I have to piss."

"That's just the pressure--you'll get used to it." I connected the hose
from the bags to the enema tube, and said "You'll be more comfortable if
you put your legs down." He moved so that his soles were flat on the bed on
either side of me and playfully squeezed my flanks with his knees.

I spent the next few minutes rubbing my hands over his chest and abdomen
while he became accustomed to the his rectal invader. He lay there with
closed eyes and mumbled a soft "Mmm" when I asked him if he was
comfortable.  I rolled his balls around in one hand while gently squeezing
and pulling on his cock with the other. As I did so, I felt it start to
stiffen and he opened his eyes and smiled. I gave him a firm tug and
silently clicked open the clamp on the hose starting the flow from the
bigger of the bags, after which I continued to rub him and toy with his
cock for some minutes.

"Hey, I thought I had become used to the balloon, but now I feel like I
have to shit again."

"That's the water." I said, pointing to the half-empty bag. "I turned it on
while you weren't looking."

"You don't have to worry about any leaking, so relax and enjoy it" He
grinned and once again closed his eyes while I gently massaged his swelling
belly.

He had soon taken the whole bag, so I shut the clamp and asked him how he
felt.

"Great, but full," he answered.

"Dessert is next," I said as I crawled out from between his legs and moved
to the foot of the bed. He reached over his head and grabbed my waist as I
knelt straddling his head. Taking my half-hard cock in one hand, I roughly
brushed the head back and forth along the bottom of his thick red
moustache. He responded by greeting it with his tongue, replaced my hand
with his and held it still while he explored the head of my cock with his
tongue, first circling, then probing the opening, and again circling. I was
almost instantly hard, and he brought his lips up to take it into his
mouth. As he did, I reached under the back of his neck and leaned forward,
working my cock into his mouth and down his throat. He took it easily and
soon I was slowly fucking his hot mouth.  Bending down, I started the flow
from the second bag and turned my attention to his stiff rod. With my lips,
I pushed his foreskin back and tried to get my tongue underneath it. It was
too tight, so I just held it in my lips while I slid it back and forth over
the glans. I had dreamed of having this marvelous piece in my mouth from
the first time I had seen it, and eagerly moved to take as much of it as I
could. It's size gagged me, but with a little effort I was able to get most
of it deep into me. While the water flowed, we continued to work each
others cocks. He really gave good head, and soon I knew I couldn't hold off
much longer. I grabbed his cock, roughly jerking him off as I sucked.  I
felt him tighten and then explode a hot load of cum into me just as I shot
into his soft warm mouth.

After the spasms had subsided, I sat up and moved so that our lips met for
a series of quick hot darting kisses. He moaned and said "I really have to
get rid of this water." I quickly moved to the head of the bed, shut off
the now empty second bag, clamped off the enema tube, and helped Duncan
into the bathroom.  Once he was on the commode, I released the air from the
inner balloon, and with a gush, the pent up water forced the nozzle out of
his ass giving him the relief he needed. I wrapped the tube in a towel,
tossed it on the vanity, and stepped into the shower to get cleaned up. The
stinging hot water felt wonderful, and I could have stayed there all night,
but I had other things to do. I dried off while he was still getting rid of
the water from deep inside, grabbed one of two robes hanging on the back of
the door, and giving Duncan a quick kiss, headed for the kitchen.

"I'll fix us something to eat while you get cleaned up"

I busied myself getting a light meal and was nearly finished when I felt
his big hands on the cloth covering my butt. I grinned over my shoulder and
said, "Have a seat--it's just about ready." We ate while making small talk
and laughing over exchanged experiences. As we relaxed over a second bottle
of wine, his feet were playing with mine under the table, and I could feel
myself getting hard.

"Christ, you're making me horny," I said. "My dick is getting stiff again."

"Good, because my ass is ready for some more play."

"Clear the table and I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom," I said and
left the room.

I filled the red bag and carried it back to the bedroom, hanging it on the
hook. In the towel on the bedside table, I laid a long, thick dildo nozzle
beside the tube of KY and folded the towel so that the contents were not
visible. Duncan walked in to the bedroom and met me standing beside the
bed. He untied the belt of my robe, letting it fall open, and grabbed my
cock.

"I thought you said it was hard again," he laughed.

"Don't worry, it soon will be." I untied his robe and pushed it off his
shoulders so that it fell to the floor.

"Get on your back just like before," I ordered.

He got on the bed and pulled his knees up to his chest, saying "It's here
waiting for you." I joined him on the bed and started to gently massage his
anus.

"Your tight little asshole is a little redder than it was when we
started...I hope I haven't made it sore."

"No, it's just blushing with innocence," he laughed. "You may not believe
this, but you're the first guy who's ever really played with my ass."

"You mean you've never been fucked," I asked.

"No. I'm kind of new at this. I've only been to bed with a couple other
guys and I've always been the one who did the fucking. One guy tried to
screw me, but he was rough and it hurt so I made him stop. I've played with
my own ass, and gotten off on it, but never let anyone else do
it. Yesterday in your office I really got turned on after I had overcome
the initial fear and embarrassment.  I almost shot my wad when you had your
finger up my ass after that last enema."

"Yes, I was playing with your prostate, and when I saw you were starting to
drip precum, I knew if I didn't stop, you would lose it." By now I had
lubed him and was finger-fucking him deeply but gently with two
fingers. His cock was hard and he was playing with it, sliding the foreskin
back and forth over the big head.

"Let it alone, I don't want you to get too hot," I said, pushing a third
finger into his wet hole.

"Mmm, that feels good. Got anything bigger?" he grinned as he reached into
my crotch grabbing my hard cock. I moved his hand away and got the dildo
nozzle from under the towel.

"Sure, I answered."

I greased the dildo liberally, and pressed it against his hole sliding the
head just inside the opening. He grimaced sucked his breath in between his
teeth at the pain of initial intrusion. I slipped it out but kept it
pressed against his hole, massaging it by twisting the dildo so that the
head explored and probed.

"I don't want to hurt you, so relax and when you're ready to try it again,
just push out against it." I continued to tease his hole with the nozzle
until I noticed it open and move back over the waiting head. With my free
hand I delivered a hard slap to his furry ass cheek, and with the other,
slid the dildo home. He let out a sharp groan, but I held the intruder
still and softly rubbed his chest and belly.

"You're doing fine, Dunc... just relax." I quickly connected the enema hose
to the fat nozzle, opened the clamp, and began sliding the dildo slowly in
and out of his ass. Soon I noticed that he was starting to move in response
to the dildo, so I began moving it deeper and faster.

"God, that feels good," he whispered. "Ohh yaaa."

Before long, I heard the last of the water drain from the bag, so clamped
it off but continued to slide the nozzle full-length in and out of his ass
while greasing and stroking my own cock until it was ready for what was to
come next.  I slipped the nozzle out of him, letting it drop to the floor,
and moved up onto my knees, reaching up and pressing my tongue into his
mouth while guiding my cock to his asshole. Once I felt the outer ring slip
around the end of my dick, I pushed forward and felt my ten inches slip
into the warm water inside him. He was tight so I fucked him gently at
first, but as his tongue fought its way in and out of my mouth in rhythm to
what my cock was doing to his ass, I started to thrust more strongly and
deeply. His hands were all over my back and ass as he bucked his strong
body under my attack. He may have been a beginner, but he was the best fuck
I had had in a long time. Suddenly, he held me tightly and groaned. I felt
his asshole tighten around my cock, and a shot of hot semen spurted between
our hairy bellies as he came. That was all I needed, and my cock exploded
and I collapsed on top of him. As the waves of orgasm died down, we laid
there savoring the moment and the maleness of each other's hot mouths.  I
tried to resume stroking with my still-hard cock, but it was so sensitive
that I soon stopped. He had brought me off with a higher level off passion
than I had ever before experienced. My cock finally softened and I rolled
us onto our sides allowing it to slip out of his ass, and we laid there
kissing, playing, enjoying each others bodies, but saying nothing. He broke
the silence eventually.

"Your hot load is fighting to get out."

"Okay, lets go."

He followed me into the bathroom and started to sit on the commode.

"Not this time... come in the shower with me." I threw back the curtain,
stepped in, and reached to pull him in. I turned on a warm, easy shower,
turned him so it was running down his back, and said "Let it go." I took
him in my arms, pulled him close, and ran my hands up and down his ass,
spreading the muscular cheeks as the water poured out of him. I moved one
hand to my own cock and brought it up, pulling him closer to me and
pressing my cock between our bellies. With great relief, I pissed long and
hot, soaking the front of both of us and causing the warm yellow fluid to
drip off our balls.

"My turn," he said, and did to me what I had just done to him. As he was
taller and his dick longer, I felt his piss all the way up on my chest.  He
then took the soap and washed me off, giving particular service to my
crotch and succeeding in getting me half hard again, all the while
continuing to expel the enema. he turned me around and washed my back, ass
and legs. He spread my cheeks.

"Bend over."

He pushed the soapy end of a thick finger repeatedly in and out of my hole.

"Nice ass!" I stood up and turned to see a look of disappointment on his
face.

"It's late and we need some sleep. I washed him off, shut off the water;
and we both stepped out of the shower. I handed him a towel, but before I
could get one for myself, he started drying me off. I stood there
luxuriating in the attentions of this strong man which I returned with
brief kisses on various parts of his body, ending with quick attention to
both nipples. I then took a fresh towel and started in on him. As I dried
him, his cock once again stiffened and soon was jutting proudly out and
upward from his body. He grinned, took the towel out of my hands and threw
it on the vanity. Grabbing me roughly, he turned me around and forced his
hard cock between my cheeks, pressing the big head tightly against my hole,
but making no attempt to enter.

"In the morning, I'm going to fuck you," he whispered into my ear. I
reached back and grabbed his cheeks, holding him against me, and pushed my
asshole out to meet his cock. When I did, the puckered hole gripped his
foreskin and his naked glans slipped into the outer portal of my opening. I
immediately tightened my ass, pushing him back out and said, "I hope so,
but you're going to have to give me an enema first."

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