The Adventure of Enema-Boy: Ryan Goes to the Doctor.
The Adventures of Enema-Boy: Ryan Goes to the Doctor
18 year old Ryan was home on break from college. It is not like he had a lot to do, maybe a little homework, but his break’s timing was off from most of his friends, so Ryan thought a visit to the doctor would not be the worst, and his stomach had been a bit of a problem. Maybe it was a good idea. When he was younger, his mother would have taken care of it without consulting the doctor. It would involve a trip to the bathroom and him, stripped naked for a hot, soapy enemas that she would assure him would take care of his problem. He figured he would s see the doctor and access modern medicine this time.
With enough time to spare, Ryan rode his skateboard over to Dr. Mott’s office. He checked in, and waited to be called. As he sat there, he was aware of everything going on and caught sight of a very hot looking young guy dressed in a scrub suit. Ryan could not make out his name or even figure out his role. Maybe he was a nurse, medical assistant, student, tech support, or secretary. Ryan thought for a minute, “Mmmm, maybe a new doctor who needs some practice.” He certainly was nice scenery and made the trip worth it. As his mind swirled in the differing fantasies, he almost did not hear his name called. It was not long before he was shuffled into an exam room.
Once in the room, Ryan did as he was told. He stripped down to his underpants and socks, got up on the exam table, and waited for Dr. Mott. He looked around the sterile, clean, clinical room. Near the door, a hospital-style curtain could be pulled for privacy. In the corner, was an IV pole. A door led to a private bathroom. The counter was clan except for the usual doctor things. There was a sink and ample cabinets to store more doctor things. As he sat there, he had mixed feelings. On one hand, he was nervous, but on the other, he knew and trusted Dr. Mott. So, in his head, Ryan figured it would be all right. His mother had made the appointment for him. Now, all he had to do was wait for the doctor. As he sat on the exam table in just his undies and sox, he could feel the cool breeze on his exposed chest and back. He kept his ankles crossed trying to protect modesty but also to help stay warm. He could hear people outside of the exam room but could not hear what exactly they were saying. He thought about the cute stud that he had seen while in the waiting room. Maybe a student doctor. Hmm, it would be nice to get an exam by him. Ryan had to change topics because he noticed those types of thoughts tended to get him hard, and he was feeling a stirring in his groin. He moved on to the purpose at hand. He tried to remember his past doctor visits. He figured Dr. Mott would examine him and give him that lecture about exercising and eating right. Ryan remembered Dr. Mott’s thing about junk food: too much junk food is not good, eat fruits and vegetables. As he planned the visit in his head, he figured he would make it out of the office easily, a lecture and maybe a prescription. He thought about his mother and her preoccupation with his bowels, and, of course, enemas. That led to a more worrisome thought that began to circulate in his brain: what if Dr. Mott prescribed an enema? Ryan knew from talking with his buddies that there were times when they saw Dr. Mott and he ordered an enema. It is probably why his mother was so preoccupied with them. The whole enema thing was more complicated for Ryan, though.
Ryan had a secret that he had never shared with anyone. He actually liked enemas, well, that was not completely true; it was more of a love-hate relationship. They could be very embarrassing and sometimes even uncomfortable, but he also found them quite erotically stimulating. Ryan secretly hoped he would be prescribed an enema, just so he could do it himself at home and enjoy it rather than be embarrassed and have to explain his raging hard on while getting the enema. He had heard his friends at school talk about enemas but he never said anything, worrying that they would know of his secret. That of course did not stop him from listening intently and fantasizing about different classmates being naked and getting an enema. Ryan had a lot of those fantasies. In fact, most of his friends had gotten enemas, well, in his fantasies, at least. Despite the coolness of the room, Ryan started to notice he was getting warmer and in fact, his penis was starting to get a little bigger with all of the thoughts of enemas. Seeing the IV pole, he wondered if it was for IVs or for enemas. “Am I some kind of freak?” Ryan asked himself. “Why are enemas such a powerful turn-on for me?” He just had to get out of his head.
There came a knock on the door and it opened. Dr. Mott came in. “Hello Ryan.”
“Hi, Dr. Mott.” Dr. Mott was somewhat older man, maybe a little father-like. He always was nicely dressed even if he wore a long white coat. Dr. Mott’s bedside manner was engaging. Patients always felt his full attention. It had that Marcus Welby style.
“How’s college going?”
“OK”
“I see you’re still on the skateboard.” Dr. Mott motioned to the skateboard leaned up against the wall next to chair with Ryan’s clothes.
“Yeah, it’s really fun. You should try it some time.”
“I think I’m too old for that.”
“You’re never too old, besides, you would have fun at it.”
“So, you mom tells me that you are having some stomach problems.” Dr. Mott started the discussion.
“I think she worries too much. Yeah, maybe not completely myself.”
“Are you moving your bowel?” Dr. Mott asked. There is that question again. “Why is everyone so concerned about my bowels?” Ryan pondered.
“Yeah”
“When was the last time?”
“Not sure I really remember.”
“How about your diet?”
“Yeah, I know, too much junk food, but I am getting exercise on my board.”
“Touché, you remember what I suggested. Well, shall we take a look?” Dr. Mott made some notes on Ryan’s chart then stood up and faced him. He took his penlight out and looked into Ryan’s eyes.
“Just look straight ahead.” Dr. Mott shined the light in his eyes. “OK, now open your mouth and say ah.”
Ryan did as instructed and Dr. Mott examined his mouth and throat before putting the penlight back in his pocket. He then began to examine Ryan’s neck, moving down to his armpits feeling for any enlarged lymph nodes. Dr. Mott worked with gentleness but also with a clear sense of expertise.
“Let me take a listen.” Dr. Mott pulled the stethoscope out of his pocket and put it to Ryan’s chest. After listening, he moved to his back, “Take some deep breathes through your mouth.”
“OK, lie back.” Dr. Mott gently guided Ryan flat on the table. He then placed the stethoscope on Ryan’s belly listening carefully. After doing this, he started to palpate Ryan’s belly.
“Bend your knees.” Ryan complied and brought his knees up so the soles of his feet were flat on the table.
“Hmmmm.” Dr. Mott said, taking his stethoscope off and putting it the pocket of his white coat. “OK, I’m going to do a rectal exam. The best way is to get up on your hands and knees and drop your shorts.” This would be a first for Ryan. It was not like he had a choice. He did as instructed and positioned himself to be examined.
Dr. Mott turned around to his supplies, put gloves on, and picked up the large tube of K-Y jelly. He opened the top and squeezed a large dollop on his index finger.
“At a boy, spread your knees a little. OK. Now bear down like you’re having a bowel movement.”
Ryan was tense. He tried to follow the instructions, but this was totally a new experience for him. He felt so exposed. He did not have a long time to ponder it when he felt a cold finger at his anus and then, in it went. Wow, Ryan thought. He had no control. The finger went in so easily and he could feel the doctor move it all around. It definitely was an odd feeling, but also kind of an enjoyable one. He rested his head on his crossed arm on the exam table. Dr. Mott removed his finger.
“OK, here’s some tissue. You can wipe. Use the red can over there for them.” Dr. Mott removed he glove and threw it in the red trashcan. Ryan grabbed a couple of tissues and wiped the generous K-Y from his anus. He reached down and pulled his underpants up, then returned to a sitting position waiting to hear the verdict.
“Well son, I think the problem is that you’re constipated, nothing a good enema can’t fix.”
Ryan felt relieved on one hand but then also nervous. There was that word, “Enema.” Ryan felt an immediate butterfly jump in his stomach. He figured he could get a Fleet’s and take care of the problem. Then he thought, maybe he could use it as an excuse to take an enema at home the way he really wanted to do it, that is if his mother would allow it and not insist on supervising. He went to get dressed.
“Just a minute. Don’t get dressed. You’ll only have to get undressed. I’ll send Logan in and he’ll take good care of you. You’ll be feeling better in no time. Anything else?”
“Ah…. No.” Ryan did not know what to say and just stood there in his undies and sox staring ahead.
Dr. Mott responded, “Have a seat on the table, and say ‘hello’ to your folks for me.” Before he knew it, Dr. Mott was out the door. Ryan sat on the exam table. A million thoughts ran through his mind. What did Dr. Mott mean that Logan would ‘take good care of me?’ Maybe Logan would give him an instruction sheet or something, but then why couldn’t he get dressed? And, who is Logan? Ryan’s mind quickly put two and two together. Oh, he thought, “I bet Logan is the cute stud.” Ryan began to get even more nervous. Was Logan actually going to give him a Fleet’s enema?
Ryan was so stuck in his thoughts that he almost did not hear the knock on the door and it open. When he looked up, the cute stud was walking in. Wow! It was that cute guy he saw from the waiting room. He was even more handsome up close. He wore the scrub suit very well; it showed off his musculature quite well. His dirty blond hair had just enough of the tousled look that made him quite enticing. His arm muscles flexed in just the right places. He was fit but in a very desirable way. If it wasn’t unprofessional, Ryan would flirt or try to get a date. He did, though, feel a little weird in just his undies and socks.
“Oh cool, you skateboard.” The Adonis knew how to put patients at ease.
“Yeah.”
“Nice. The games are coming up.”
Yeah, I know I’m looking forward TO THEM.”
“I actually skateboard with GPS, the Gay Pride Skaters, and I think we’re going to be able to perform at the games this year, which will be very cool.” Well, that answered a question that Ryan had not gotten to because of his anxiety, but one that he was happy to have answered so clearly. In many ways, it made him feel more comfortable.
“I’m part of the queer caucus at school and we’ve thought about starting a skaters’ group. There’s a bunch of us guys who like to skateboard.” Ryan figured he should signal that they shared more than just skateboarding without saying, “Hey, we’re both gay.”
“Yeah, I’m Logan by the way, and you’re Ryan?”
“Yes.” Logan extended his hand and the two shook.
“Nice to meet you.” Logan looked right into Ryan’s eyes. It was a knowing look. Ryan on one hand felt vulnerable, and on the other, a bit excited. Logan was really hot.
“OK, so Dr. Mott wants you to have an enema. Have you had one before?”
“Oh.” Ryan paused. He was starting to freak out inside. “Like a Fleets or something when I get home?”
“Actually, he wants me to give you an enema now. He said you were pretty blocked up.”
“Oh.” Ryan said again, trying to collect his thoughts. There were those butterflies again.
“Have you had one before?” Logan asked again.
“Ah….. yes, I guess, when I was a kid.” Ryan paused and then added, “Like now? Not at home?” How was Ryan possibly going to deal with this?
Logan chuckled a bit. “No. Dr. Mott is old school. He insists on hot and soapy enemas when someone is constipated, and he said you were pretty blocked up.”
“So is that something I can do at home?” Ryan asked secretly saying to himself, ‘please say yes.’ As handsome as Logan was, Ryan was freaking out at the prospects of getting an enema in the office, here and now, and by Logan.
“No, we do them here in the office. Dr. Mott wants to make sure it’s done right, and you get cleaned out well.” As he spoke, Logan was opening cabinets and taking things out and had turned the water on in the sink. Ryan watched as Logan took a clear enema bag out of its plastic wrapper. He attached a large nozzle with something attached to it on the end of the tubing. He reached for and closed the tubing clamp. It made a sound Ryan had come to know very well. Logan checked the water occasionally. When it was at the right temperature, Logan held the bag’s mouth under the faucet. He filled the bag half way then took a package of something, probably soap, and added it to the water. He gave the bag a shake and the water turned milky with a head of suds. He put the bag under the faucet again and filled the bag up creating a larger head of suds. Ryan’s anxiety was growing. He knew what was going to happen. How was he ever going to manage getting the enema knowing what happens when he gets enemas, well, whenever there is even talk about enemas? He looked at Logan.
Logan reminded Ryan of his classmate Mike. They had homeroom and swim class together. Mike was kind of the real deal. He was smart and took school seriously, but also played on the lacrosse tam and was a star. Then there was Mike’s smile. Ryan had jerked off on more than one occasion with thoughts of Mike, and many times, as he took enemas, he thought what it would be like to give Mike an enema or have Mike give him an enema, or even better, both. Logan had Mike’s stature and while his smile was different from Mike’s it was very infectious. How was he ever going to make it through the whole enema without totally embarrassing himself?
Logan pulled the IV pole over towards the exam table and hung the enema bag on it. He adjusted the height and then aimed the nozzle at the sink, opened the clamp and bled the tubing. He then hung the tubing over the top. Ryan’s focus was on the nozzle. It looked different from the ones he had seen or had used. It looked like it had something around its tip and then there was tubing that went to a square thing. What was that? Logan cut his thoughts short.
“So, if you’ve had an enema before, then you know, I am going to insert the nozzle into your rectum and let the water flow in. If you feel full or get any cramps or discomfort, tell me and I’ll stop it. You’re going to need to take the full bag, or we may have to stop, let you go to the bathroom and repeat it. We can see how it goes. I’m sure you’ll do fine. Any questions?”
It was all so quick. Ryan didn’t know what to say. “Ah, OK, I guess.”
“You’ll do fine. I’ll help you through it. You’ll be done and feeling a lot better before you know it. And once cleaned out, I bet you’ll do better on your board.” He smiled at Ryan.
Ryan smiled in response though not sure really why. Logan made it sound so easy. Little did Logan know all of the stuff going on in Ryan’s head.
“So, I’m happy to give you a gown, but if you’re OK with it, honestly, if you get rid of your shorts, it will go a lot easier. The bathroom is right there, and I pulled the curtain, so it will be private.”
“Ah, OK.” Again, Ryan did not know what to say. He was on autopilot and at Logan’s direction.
“Good. So, drop your shorts and hop on the table on your left side.”
Ryan stood up and tried to hide himself as he dropped his undies. He moved to the table and got on his left side. Logan had put a pad down on the table clearly to catch any leaks.
“Pull your left leg up and move a bit on your stomach.” Ryan did as instructed. “That’s great. I know this is weird, but just relax. I do a lot of these and know how to make it go smoothly.” Ryan was starting to get aroused and his penis was getting harder. He was happy to pull his leg up and hide it.
Logan got the KY and put on gloves. “First, I’m going to lube you.” With a dollop of KY on his finger, he parted Ryan’s cheeks and then pressed his finger against Ryan’s anus. “Bear down like you are going to the bathroom.” Ryan did as told, and Logan pushed and his finger entered Ryan. There was a small gasp. “OK, now, just relax, I’m going to lube you up.” He paused and then added,” Yeah, I can see why Dr. Mott wanted you to have the enema. I hope one does it, but if we need to, we’ll do a second one, or do half, let you expel and continue.” This almost mortified Ryan. One enema was surely enough. He was clearly anxious but for reasons Logan probably did not understand. So many different feeling were swirling in Ryan’s head; fear, anxiety, nervousness, anticipation, excitement, feeling turned on. He did not have a lot of time to think about all of these.
Logan took his finger out and then grabbed the nozzle and lubed it. “OK, you ready?”
“I guess.”
“It won’t be bad; I know it feels funny.” Logan knew what he was doing, and unbeknownst to Ryan, he was relishing in giving Ryan his enema. Typically, Logan gave enemas to much older patients and the scenery was not anything to catch his eye. He knew how to be professional. Ryan, however, was quite handsome. He was toned but also had that squeaky-clean look that Logan liked. An added bonus was his cute butt in just his short sox. Logan did not figure Ryan would accept going gown-less, but maybe Logan had misread Ryan. This might get interesting Logan thought.
Logan parted Ryan’s cheeks again, touched the tip and then gently pushed. “Bear down again for me. I’m going to insert the nozzle.” And with that, Logan pushed a little harder and Ryan’s anus sucked up the tip. It felt bigger to Ryan than other nozzles he had used. It was a good feeling though.
“This nozzle has a balloon on it and I’m going to inflate it. You’re going to feel it get big inside you.” Ryan looked at Logan. Logan could tell that Ryan was nervous. “Don’t worry, it actually helps you hold the enema. It will feel weird, but you’ll get used to it. It does really help.” And with that, Logan squeezed the inflator. Ryan definitely felt it, causing him to jump a little. “You’re OK,” Logan added to comfort him, patting his butt to reassure him. He was happy Logan had warned him, but he never thought it would feel as good as it did. This just made his dick get harder. All of this was making Ryan really concerned. Big bag of soapy enema water hanging over his head, large nozzle with some sort of a balloon thing in his anus, totally naked except some short sox, and finally this cute hunk having total control over him, as the cherry on the top. His penis was now almost rock hard.
“OK, you ready?”
“Yes”
Logan opened the clip. There was a pause and then Ryan felt it. The water was very warm. The feeling started within him and spread out. He knew the feeling well, the water flowing. The new feeling was this special nozzle. It REALLY felt good. He tried not to think about his erection, but it was difficult. He just hoped that Logan would not see it.
“How’s it going? Do you feel the water going in?”
“Yeah, it’s definitely going in.” He added, “OK, I guess.”
“Let me massage your belly, it will help.” Before Ryan knew it, Logan had reached around to his belly. As Logan rubbed it, his hand grazed Ryan full erection. It felt so good. He almost wondered if Logan had intentionally worked his hand down to make sure to touch it. As hard as Ryan’s penis was, Logan could not help but encounter it.
“Don’t worry about it buddy, it happens to all of us. It’s OK.” Logan gave Ryan a warm look. There was an understanding warm smile. Ryan also caught the “it happens to all of us,” and wondered who actually was he talking about. He let his mind go a bit and fantasized about Logan getting an enema. That was a pleasant thought.
Logan moved to sit on the table and then rubbed Ryan’s back and ass a little. “It’s almost all in. You’re doing great.” He rubbed Ryan’s belly some more, just this time, Ryan felt Logan not just grazing his penis, but also what seemed to be gently rubbing against it. He looked up and saw the enema was going in. “Just relax. Let me make it go easier for you. Is that OK?” Logan looked directly into Ryan’s eyes. Both guys knew what he was asking. Ryan only nodded. “I won’t if you don’t want me too, but it will really make it go easier for you.”
Ryan’s mouth was parched. It was somewhat of a sensory overload. He loved the full feeling of the enema and the nozzle in his ass, and this cute hunk right next to him filling him up. He wanted to say more, but it was a lot to handle. The enema felt great, and having Logan give it to him was even better, and now with Logan ready to satisfy him, he was almost in ecstasy. He nodded to Logan and was able to get out a muffled “Yes.” The two of them looked at each other. It was a knowing look. Ryan responded each time Logan “accidentally” rubbed lower and closer to his penis. “Mmmmm” Ryan decided to let Logan know it was going well.
The bag was almost empty. Logan watched and after the water level emptied in the bag and went down the tubing, he clamped it off. “All in” he announced. “Let’s let it work a little. Turn over on your back.” Logan helped him. The nozzle was firmly seated in Ryan’s ass helping him hold his enema. Ryan felt full, but it was a good feeling. As he turned onto his back, his erection stuck straight up. Logan massaged his belly a bit. “Are you OK?”
“Oh yeah.” Ryan could not hide his enjoyment and Logan knew it. There was a shared smile as Logan sat next to Ryan and Ryan could feel his warmth. Ryan could not help but notice from his new position on his back, that Logan had a raging hard on under his scrub suit pants. Now Ryan spread his knees a bit, fully exposing his rock hard erection, now fully available to Logan, and inviting Logan to play.
Logan responded, “I think you might like getting an enema” with a smile. He admired this view of Ryan.
“Guilty” was all Ryan could say. Logan reached for Ryan’s penis, encircled it with his fingers and gently started to stroke him. At the same time, Ryan reached his hand to touch Logan’s thigh and moved it closer to his groin, and then started to rub Logan’s well-endowed cock.
Logan responded, “Mmmm.”
“Can I make it worth it for you?” Logan asked staring straight into Ryan’s eyes and continuing to gently stroke him.
“Mmmm, yes.” Logan had permission.
He leaned over, took Ryan’s cock into his mouth, and started to suck it. It drove Ryan crazy. After a bit, Logan removed his mouth and started to stroke him again. “Show me how much you like getting your enema.” He started to stroke with more intensity. Ryan responded. Logan could tell Ryan was getting close.
“Let it go buddy, cum for me.” Ryan started to tense more. He arched his back and there were some guttural sounds. “Go for it.” Logan pumped more. Ryan’s breathing picked up, and Ryan started to cum. Streams of cum started to spurt like a geyser hitting his belly and chest. Logan continued to pump until Ryan put his hand on Logan’s. It was starting to get that unpleasant feeling after you cum and keep stroking. Ryan slumped back on the table. There was a fine sweat over his body. As he reconstituted, a faint smile came to his face. Logan rubbed Ryan’s legs.
“Good boy. Looks like it worked out.” The two guys smiled at each other and chuckled a bit. It was a shared experience. They really did not need to say anything, they both knew. Logan reached and got some Kleenex and wiped the cum off Ryan’s chest and belly. He actually needed to grab more Kleenex; Ryan had really shot that much.
“You’re probably going to need to hit the bathroom.”
“Yeah. How much did you put in me?”
“About two and a half quarts. Feel good?”
“Yeah, but I got to go.”
Logan opened the clip to deflate the balloon, and removed the nozzle from Ryan. He placed a wad of Kleenex on his anus to tampon his rectum, “OK buddy, hit the toilet. It’s right in there.” He pointed to the private bathroom. Ryan got up, his belly pregnant from the enema and half bent, scampered into the bathroom and shut the door. Logan could hear almost immediately the expulsion. He smiled at hearing it. He had to readjust his own penis, as it was uncomfortable in its current position. He kind of gave it a stroke to help himself feel good.
Logan started to clean up, throwing out the used enema bag and returning the room to order. He then opened the cabinet and took out a packaged enema bag and special nozzle. He got a piece of paper, wrote some things down, and put them in a convenience bag. He heard the toilet flush, and Ryan came out. He had a smile on his face and Logan could not get over how cute he was in just his short white socks, flat belly, cute boy haircut and a smile on his face.
“Did it all work out?”
“Oh yeah, big time. I probably really needed that enema. I feel a lot better.” He rubbed his flat belly as proof. He then started getting dressed.
“So, I packaged a goody bag for you. I put a new bag with that special nozzle in, and my contact information. In case you find you need an enema, it is always better if someone gives it to you. I’m happy to help out.” He looked directly into Ryan’s eyes and smiled. Both guys knew there would be future sessions.
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