Part 3 - Secrets

I sat for several minutes listening to the television--a news show-interrupted by an occasional blast of noise from the bathroom. "Everything must be coming out all right," I murmured to my self, with a half-laugh for getting myself into this situation.

Jack had mentioned Aunt Sue, the youngest of the aunts--my mother and his mother were the other two in the family, both now deceased. Of the three, Aunt Sue was the wild one, always doing something outlandish or dangerous. She also had an incredible body. She was the first to get my boner moving, as i saw her in a brief bathing suit, large, full breasts, great hips, and long, shapely legs. She generally wore only a very scanty bra, and thongs for the bottoms, leaving virtually everything to the imagination of a young boy.

Unmarried, she lived in an apartment downtown, near where I now lived, and I saw her occasionally since my return from active duty. She was still the gorgeous woman I remembered.

Of the three sisters, only Aunt Sue had only given me one enema. Mother and Aunt Ellen, the older two, on the other hand, made sure I stayed regular. Often, because my mother worked, I would come home from school and go to Ellen's until the family came home from work. If I were sick, then it was off to Ellen's, and she would take care of me while mom worked. In our family, that meant traditional treatments, including frequent enemas 'to keep the bowels open and working', they would say.

Ellen was Jack's mom, so Jack and I were close as kids, although more distant as we grew older. He liked a different crowd, and I spent more time with other classmates and kids in the neighborhood. Jack eventually hooked up with a small group of gays who frequented a local club, and I went off to the service. We saw each other a couple of times after my return to town, but were not really close, so I was surprised he called, and even more so when he mentioned Aunt Sue.

I never really thought of Sue in the enema context--I adored her body and, like any young guy, secretly wanted to explore it in so many ways. Now I had additional reasons to think of her, and made a mental note to go see her soonest.

Meanwhile, Jack bounded into the bedroom from the bath, nearly tripping on a rug, with enema bag in hand. It was an amazing sight.

"Joe, we need to do a rinse, if you would?" asked Jack, dropping the bag and hose on the corner of the bed.

"Sure Jack, why not?" I answered. "Same way as before?"

"I think I will get up on the bed on my knees this time with my head down," answered Jack. That is what he did do, climbing from the side toward the middle of the bed up on his hands and knees, head down and legs spread a bit. It was sight, with his ass in the air, his head turned toward me, and his balls and dick swinging in the breeze. The scene reminded me of a time when we were kids, probably about 10 or 11, and in his bedroom--this bedroom--fooling around when he decided he wanted to change clothes.

Jack started to undress and turned to take off his pants and shorts, bending a bit to reach the shorts, and, without a thought I decided to goose his ass, reaching over with my finger and sticking it right up there. Jack stood up pushing me away, then turned toward me.

"What did you do that?" he asked. Not waiting for an answer, he added, "Do it again, this time slower." Then he turned around and bent over again. I reached over somewhat slowly, and reached his pucker, rubbing it a bit, and then in circles around it. I could Jack was getting excited from his breathing and also saw his dick starting to get bigger.

"You like this Jack?" I asked.

"It feels great," came the answer. "Please, stick it inside. " I want to feel it inside and move it around."

I stopped the circling motion and returned to the pucker, cautiously trying to enter. i felt some resistance, but eventually Jack gave out a sigh and loosened up, allowing me to get my finger into him. I started moving it in and out and, as I did so, jack grabbed his dick and started to rub it up and down, first slowly then a bit faster. I kept pushing my finger in and out, getting some crap on it, but I didn't care. My dick as rising as well, with this new adventure.

Finally, Jack moaned and got creamy goo all over the bed. I later found out that was called semen, but for an 10 year old it just looked like goo. It took him a moment or two to relax, and his asshole was keeping my finger inside like a vise. Eventually, he collapsed on the bed.

I did not know what to do next. Here I was, my finger in my cousin's ass, and him on the bed. From the bed I heard, "Joe, take out your finger, and stick your boner up there, Please. I need you to do it right now." I did not know what to do, so I did as he asked. I took out my finger, dropped my shorts, and stuck my own boner where the finger had been moments before. It seemed to slip right in and Jack started moving up and down on the bed, making my dick move in and out as well. That felt great. I had never done this before. A new day for me, and a new awareness.