The Man was perhaps 23, perhaps 29, i'ts pretty hard to tell from an adolecent, surprised, no shocked perspective. He was small as far as men go, with dark hair and a young, friendly looking face. The first thing I felt was Steven tense his body up completely. While the water from the small Fleet bottle had been easily flowing into his eager rectum, it now became nearly impossible to squeeze. I also felt his already hard penis stiffen even more rather that soften in the second or two that it took me to let go of it. At the time, I thought it might have been due to embarrassment, but looking back, it may have more to do with excitement. We both knew The Man. Perhaps not by name, but we'd seen him around the campground and often fishing at the river. I'd even spoken to him briefly on a couple of occasions to ask about a fish he'd caught and to remark on his beautiful truck, a jacked up 4 x 4 that Steven and I both admired. The Man just stood there for what seemed an eternity, but in reality wasn't probably more than 10 seconds or so. I felt heat rise in my face and actually saw Steven's butt cheeks blush with embarrassment. "Excuse me" he said without a trace of awkwardness in his voice. "I didn't know anyone was in here, I just wanted to use the shower". With that, he walked down the short hallway to the shower rooms, I saw him look over his shoulder one last time and. I can't be sure to this day, but thought he had a kind of smirk on his face. He quickly disappeared into one of the small rooms. "Take it out, NOW!" Steven implored to me in a harsh whisper. "We can't stop now", I told him. "If we do he'll know we're doing 'something". "Well Hurry up then" He whined, "I want to get out of here, NOW!” I tried to squeeze the translucent bottle harder, but this only resulted in an ever growing stream of water trickling from Steven’s anus and running off his balls to the couch below. I decided it was pointless and pulled the bottle from its moorings. He got up, dressed rapidly and ran to the toilet stall to relieve himself quickly before we made a hurried exit from the building. In our haste I dropped the thermometer on the floor, shattering it to pieces. On the way home he was furious, no amount of reasoning or cajoling would seem to placate him. He wouldn't even talk to me for a few days. It took several uncomfortable sex acts on my part to partially make it up to him. A few days or perhaps a week later we ran into The Man while Steven and I were fishing in a somewhat secluded spot. He smiled warmly and attempted to engage us in conversation. Steven motioned to me that he wanted to leave, but I didn't want to so I stayed. After he left, The Man told me that he understood why Steven might be embarrassed considering what he'd seen us do the other night. "He couldn't go, I was helping him out" I offered in my best attempt at a feeble explanation. "With both hands?" The Man asked with raised eyebrows. What are you talking about?" I asked in my best attempt at feigned innocence. "I know that one of your hands was on that bottle, but what was the other one doing, hmm? he quizzed, his grin widening. "It’s OK, I understand", he said somewhat reassuringly. "I was your age once myself, matter of fact, I still have some of those same interests", he added, his smile becoming somewhat sly. "What interests?" I asked in my best impression of an innocent, childlike voice. "I think you know" he responded. "Anyway, not trying to embarrass you or anything, why don't you come by my trailer tonight. If your friend doesn't want to, then come alone". I tried all that afternoon to talk Steven into going with me to The Man's trailer. Although I wasn't remotely sexually interested in The Man, the idea of him making Steven and I take enemas was both exciting and scary. I decided to go alone. It took quite a bit of nerve to actually go through with it and I must have turned around three times before The Man saw me outside and invited me in. He told me to sit at the table and offered me a beer. I hadn't really drank that many beers in my young life, but at 15, when an adult offers you a one, you usually take it. I opened the can and took a big gulp. He then asked if I smoked weed, I'd only tried it once, and it didn't really do anything to me, but I wanted to seem cool, so I told him I did. He pulled out a joint from a box on the table, lit it, then passed it to me. "I really didn't mean to put you on the spot earlier today." he said "It’s ok, you didn't" I replied with all the self-summoned, but mostly imagined coolness I was now feeling. "No, I could tell I embarrassed you and your friend," he offered, "it’s just that when I saw what you two were up to in the bathrooms, I had to say something. I might have believed your story about, um, helping him out, except for a couple of things." With that he produced part of the case from my old, now broken thermometer. (ed note: Switching from dialogue to descriptive, dialogue is just taking way too long - Eq) Before I could attempt to explain further he told me that the first thing he noticed when entering the bathroom yesterday was that thermometer and a jar of Vaseline. I felt my face turning red. He chuckled and, apparently noticing my increasing shade of crimson, took a picture out of a photo album that was on the table and handed it to me. The photo showed a boy about the same age as me lying naked on his back on a bed. The first thing I noticed was that the boy had a long, straight erection pointing to the ceiling, but what intrigued me more was that there appeared to be a very familiar looking glass object protruding from his anus. I asked him who the boy was and he told me to take a close look at the face. Although The Man was older now, there was no mistaking the likeness. He grinned and nodded, and told me that he totally understood, that he had done the same thing at my age. He then proceeded to quiz me, over a few more beers and another joint, about my experiences. I guess the combination of my first real pot and beer buzz must have loosened my tounge, because I admitted that I enjoyed temps and enemas and even wound up telling him everything Steven and I did sexually. I also found myself getting a little excited and secretly hoping and fearing that he would ask me to do something with him. After a bit longer, he told me that he had to go to bed and thanked me for coming down and helping him remember some good times in his life. Walking out the door I was both relieved and let down. I still wasn’t' sure I had wanted to do anything with him, but a bit put out that he hadn’t' tried. He stopped me at the door and asked if I would show him some hunting areas on nearby logging roads the next weekend. I told him I would and left a bit more excited. The woods trip began to as much as a let down as the trailer was, we rode for hours, him not even once mentioning enemas, thermometers, or even sex. At a spot on a hill with a view of the surrounding mountains we got out to stretch out legs, He told me that he had something for me in the glove box. I went back to the car and opened the glove box to reveal a white, pharmacy-style bag, I reached in and removed a brand-new, Q-Tips brand, "baby" thermometer with a pink case, also in the bag was a small tube of something called KY Jelly, I'd never seen that before. I looked over my shoulder to see him standing near me, outside the car. He told me he thought I could use a new one and asked if I wanted to try it out. I kind of nodded and he told me to pull down my pants and lie on the backseat. I got out of the front, turned my back to him and lowered my pants to just below my bottom. I felt incredibly awkward and embarrassed. I lied down on my stomach and looked over my shoulder to see him dipping the instrument into the unfamiliar tube. I asked him what KY was, he told me it was like Vaseline, but much better. I next felt a warm hand spread my cheeks apart, he told me that I had a beautiful butt and that embarrassed me further. I must have tensed up because when he tried to put the thermometer in, it hurt a tiny bit, he stopped, removed it, told me to take a deep breath and hold it. I again felt the cold wet bulb barely touch my anus. He then told me to let the breath out, and relax. I then felt him gently push the thermometer into me. As I exhaled, I remembered that I actually enjoy this and began to feel the familiar stirrings of my young cock as it began to respond. He seemed to sense my apprehension, so he moved away from me, going to the back hatchback of the wagon, opening it and digging into a small duffle bag. He then produced what looked like a large hypodermic syringe filled with a clear liquid. This got me nervous, the only time I"d been subject to anything remotely similar to this device, I'd gotten a painful shot in the doctors office. I asked him what it was and he asked if I knew what Spanish fly was. At that time in America, I'm fairly certain every teen boy had at least heard tales of that so I told him yes. He said that this was something a lot better than that. I remarked that I didn’t' like needles and he laughed and told me that it wasn't 'that' kind of shot. He then proceeded to fit the end of the syringe with a skinny red rubber tube about 6-8 inches long. Well, the old Rexall Victoria enema bag I used at home came with a couple of colon tubes, so I pretty well knew where this 'shot' was going. I asked him if this was 'that date rape drug' that I’d heard about on an episode of Degrassi. He laughed and told me that this one wouldn't put me to sleep. He then came over, removed the thermometer, inserted the small tube and pushed the plunger. I’m not sure what was in that syringe to this day, i suspect some kind of speed concoction, because it definitely didn’t' put me to sleep. I had tons of energy, but the feeling that was the most prevalent was an ever-increasing horniness the likes of which my young body had never known. Within 20 minutes of leaving that viewpoint I found myself fantasizing and rubbing my crotch. He noticed this and told me it was ok, that the 'stuff' did that to everyone. All I knew was that I wanted sex, any kind, any type, almost any one, NOW! After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled over by a secluded creek. He asked me if I wanted to go swimming. "No," I thought to myself, "I want to run back and fuck that deer we saw about a mile ago. Or maybe the knothole in that tree, or, hopefully, you". I was so incredibly horny. But told him that, sure, swimming sounded good. We got out and got undressed. I had a raging hard-on (well raging for a young teen anyhow) but this time, I wanted him to see it. Hell, I wanted the world to see it. Although I wasn't normally turned on by guys older than me, I found myself having 'evil' thoughts as he undressed revealing a very nice, nearly hairless body. He noticed me looking at him, with my hand still on my hard cock and smirked. He told me that it would 'even' out soon. We swam and not even the icy mountain run off of that small stream could diminish my erection even slightly, he noticed this while we were toweling off and told me I looked like I needed a good blow job, I told him I'd never had a 'good' one. The few times that Steven gave me 'head' he literally wouldn't put his mouth past the head. I didn't enjoy giving him head at that age either, but I did it because he liked it, often. He had me sit on a rock and proceeded to touch, and then suck my iron-hard cock in a way it had never been before. >my body writhed in a pre-orgasmic state for what seemed forever until he finally brought me over the edge. My whole body shook and convulsed as I shot a record-setting (for me) load down The Man's willing throat. As I lay on the rock in total relaxation, The Man said something to the effect that now that my outside was clean, it was time for the inside. I looked up in confusion at him until he said, "Enemas, that's what we came up here for right? I nodded and started to worry. Normally after an orgasm I couldn’t' stand the thought of an enema for at least a day. I looked down and noticed my young cock responding to the idea however. As I watched him gather the equipment, I became fully hard again and found myself looking forward for what was to cum. He went over to the car, which was more of an SUV than anything else and opened the rear hatch. From a shopping bag in the back he removed a new, pink, small bag. I now know that they are known as 'travel syringes' meant more for the feminine hygiene market as they come with the long, muti-holed douche nozzle. I watched him assemble it, and then head back to the creek. He quickly returned with the no longer small pink bag bulging at it's seam with water. I eyed this warily. Normally I took very small enemas, no more than 2 cups usually, occasionally 3. I told him I didn't want that much water. He ignored me and proceeded to hang the bag from the coat hook in the rear of the vehicle. He then motioned for me to climb in. "No, seriously," I pleaded, "I can't take a whole lot of water." "You're going to take a full bag, no actually several bags" He tersely explained. He then reminded me that we were in the middle of nowhere, that no one knew we were here, and he had my clothes in the car. "It would be a long, cold walk home from here with no clothes eh" he added with a smirk. My eyes widened as I took in the hopeless position I had put myself into. "You wouldn't really leave me here naked, would you?" I whined "Do you really want to find out?" he replied. I shook my head no. "Then climb up in there" he said indicating the now folded down back seat, "and take your enemas like a good little boy. I did as he told me, lying on my stomach on the towel-covered seat, reaching back to spread my cheeks as ordered, He then produced the tube of lubricant and squeezed a fair amount onto my anus, I flinched slightly at the cold wetness of it and he told me to relax and try to enjoy this. He spread the KY around my anus with his finger, making small tight circles at first, dipping his finger tip in ever so slightly. Slowly increasing the pressure and depth of insertion as he alternated this with a top to bottom motion that soon had me quivering with excitement, it felt incredible. I moaned and nearly came, but he sensed this and ceased his intimate massage. I next felt the probing of the large nozzle against my now relaxed hole, It slid in easily and before I could even ponder the feeling of this new tip I heard a click and felt a cold wave that seemed to begin near the root of my penis and radiate upward. The creek water was icy cold and I felt my abdominal muscles begin to tense. I told him that it was too cold and I didn't think I could take it. Without warning I received a sharp, stinging smack to my bottom. I looked back to see him holding a switch cut from a green sapling. He warned me that if I couldn't finish, or had an accident, there would be much worse to face. A small dribble escaped me and ran down my cheeks about then, for which I received another blow of the switch. Perhaps it was the drug, or the situation, but the small sting seemed to make me even more excited (if that were possible). I buried my face in the seat and tried to concentrate on finishing the bag (although I was flirting with the idea of another 'accidental' release. I heard the clip snap shut and looked back at the bag. I was surprised to see it flat and empty. He patted my bottom and told me I was a good boy as he removed the nozzle. I felt really full and started to rise only to feel a strong hand push me back down at the small of my back. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked "I have to go, Bad!" I said "Oh no, you need to hold onto that for a while" He said with an evil looking grin. "But I can't!" I protested in a childlike whine. With that he rummaged around in the back and produced a long, thick looking dildo. By adult standards it probably wasn’t' all that large, but to my adolescent eyes (and butt) it looked huge. He asked me if I wanted it as a plug and I told him that it was too big. He said that it was up to me, but if I leaked on his seats, I would be in for severe punishment. A sudden urgency soon had me asking for the 'plug'. He held it against my anus and told me push against it. The head of the device felt huge against a hole that hadn't admitted anything larger that another boys small dick, but a sudden wave of urgency found me pushing hard against it, quickly burying it up to it's hilt inside me. To my surprise it didn't hurt a bit, he then twisted something on the base and I felt the dildo begin to vibrate. I'd never had a vibrator up there before and the sensations, coupled with the ever increasing pressure of the water soon brought me back to a near orgasmic state. He seemed skilled at interpreting this and would turn it off and withdraw most of it from me, leaving only the plum shaped head inside. After a few times of this, I was getting pretty frustrated and told him so. "So you want to get off huh?" he asked with a smirk. "Yes!" I exclaimed through gritted teeth "BAD!!" "Ok", he replied and pushed the dildo full length into me all at once while turning the vibrations up to a level I hadn’t' known existed. I tensed for a few seconds then exploded with the most intense orgasm I'd ever known, It seemed to go on forever, just when it would subside, he would rapidly move the vibrator slightly in and out of my pulsing anus bringing me to a second, then a third orgasm. I’ve never been able to be that multi orgasmic sense then, but it was incredible followed by a near complete relaxation.