The next time I met Kenny,it was over a week later. I was in the grocery store picking up some things for dinner. I noticed him while I was in the produce section , he was several feet from me, oblivious to my presence. I hung back casually picking thru some vegetables watching to see if there was anyone with him. He moved on to the meat aisle picking out a few things then started up the canned goods aisle. I was still observing him from afar to see if there was a Mrs. anywhere around. I never even asked about his marital status during our first meeting, didn't really even care after his shirt came off. I knew I liked what I was seeing. He moved up and down a couple more aisles before I was convinced he was shopping alone. Sent to the store with the wife's shopping list or.....??? , I couldn't make up my mind. As he turned the end cap to make another "lap" I stealthfully skipped ahead of him, amidst other shoppers. I waited in the Beer Section with the door open spilling fog into the aisle. I could see thru the condensation created by the cold air on the glass that he was close so I closed the door and "poof" as if by magic there he stood just a couple of feet away. My first inclination was to give him a hug, but this was not the place for an intimate public display of affection and we had only met a week or so ago.

He acknowledged me Saying "Hey Guy", casually scanning the other shoppers faces to see if anyone he might know was looking. I said "Hello Kenny fancy running into you here." with a knowing look in my eyes and trying to sound like it was just a couple of golf buddies meeting by chance in the store. "You here shopping with the wife?' I paused and waited for his reply.. "No Rick the wife's at home." Shit. that answered that I thought to myself. I also thought Hmmm not comfortable calling me by my nickname Dick, what's up with that? . I continued, now out of earshot of others' "I was hoping you'd stop by on Sunday". Not wanting to sound too disappointed even though I was. "Something came up, a family emergency" . " The Grandkids had a "Bug" so my wife and I went down to Sarasota to keep an eye on them .My daughter had to work" .

Not wanting to hear any gory details I opened the cooler back up grabbed a six pack put it in my cart and said, " Feel free to stop by for a cold one sometime if you'd like". "And please call me Dick". "I'll be home for the next couple of days, no work on the books" I then nodded towards the sixer in the cart."Is that your brand". "My favorite beer - Free Beer", he chuckled then after an slight pause, "Thanks Dick". That's more like it I thought then wondered if he'd take me up on my offer. As I turned to head to the check out feeling the swelling in my shorts and not wanting to "sport wood" for the bag boys to see. He abruptly said " My wife's playing in a ladies golf tournament tomorrow.Would it be OK if I came then?" Again feeling that anticipatory tingling down below. I said "I better stop in health and beauty to get more lotion". He then said in an hushed voice "Get unscented lube this time, I think my wife might have caught a whiff of that lotion before I could jump in the shower" I winked and shot a thumbs up signal "Same Time" I asked. "10 sharp" was his answer. Then I hurried to the Lube aisle, with a growing sense of urgency.

It was all I could do to keep from jerking off in the truck on my way home. I thought better of it and decided to wait and save it up. The truck sits up high so, since I never wear underwear and no one could see in. I just cupped my balls thru the open leg of my loose fitting gym shorts giving them a good fondling for the short trip home. My semi-rigid cock would have to wait. Well worth it too, I'd save it for the handsome shopper coming tomorrow.

When morning came I woke with a case of "morning wood" a situation that at my age is increasingly less seldom I must have been dreaming of Kenny. I stroked it a few times and told myself Quit It you'll wear it out before he even gets here. I rolled out of bed and started my morning routine. After putting the coffee on, I brushed my teeth then it was time for The three S's. Shave Shower Shit . Afterwards back into the shower for a little "power shower " . Since I live alone I keep my homemade "Rig" handy at all times. A six foot length of 7/16" diameter clear vinyl tubing connected to a diverter at the shower head. I eased the sharp edges off the tube with a Bic lighter. Softening and Smoothing it to avoid unpleasant tears or abrasions to my tender asshole. It easily switches the flow from Spray head to the dangling tube below and I forgot to mention it's a double shower with another shower head and controller at the opposite end with the exact same "Rig" except I keep the hose hidden on a hook behind the bathroom door until needed. There is a small shower bench, perfect for two people to have some serious shower fun. I start the shower back up warming it to just below max temp. I get some of the lube I purchased the day before and prepared my hole. Gently massaging the sphincter slowly sticking my finger tip in and pulling it back out then rubbing tight circles around my anus with my greasy finger. By now the water was just right, warm to the touch but not burning hot. I first turn it off at the controller. With my hole ready to receive. I slip the tube in a little way and let it flow. Just a couple of seconds at first then holding it in. Getting used to the warmth I let another short stream up into my waiting hole again pausing to let my guts adjust. Now I let a longer stream blast into my colon a full 5 or 6 seconds till I can't take anymore, I've put some old towels on the floor and kept the shower door open to allow easy access to the toilet located right next to the shower. I hurriedly move from shower to the toilet and sit. I force myself to hold it for as long as I possibly can. Then with a "Sploosh" a torrent of dirty warm water escapes from my bowels. Whew, I think, that was close almost had to mop the floor. After a wipe it's right back in the shower. This time I add some soap to the tube. draining it first to allow room for a generous squeeze of liquid soap. I again fill my ass this time not stopping and starting like at first. A long gut filling blast of warm soapy solution not stopping till it's beginning cramp way up inside. . Back onto the can and again holding until I can't take the cramping any longer I completely relax my sphincter and let it all go again "Whoosh" . I'm looking down inside the toilet satisfied at what I have Pumped and Dumped. Just about completely clean just a little "mud" remaining. So back to the shower for one more Extra Deep Cleansing. No need for more soap what I need now is length. I start the flow and begin to slip it in working it in and out till I reach the first level. With a little pushing I feel it break through to the transverse colon and the tube slides even deeper. "All the way to the top" as I say bouncing off the ceiling of my intestines. This time I expel with the hose still inside me and running full bore, it flows right into the floor drain taking the remnants of last night dinner with it. I keep the screws out the drain cover for easy removal for just this purpose. I rinse all of the remaining solids out of my guts with a continuous flow of water. I work the hose in and out till nothing but clear water comes out I finally turn off the water and slowly remove my "Power Shower Rig" from my squeaky clean Man Cunt. I squat over the drain hole and again begin to push. The last squirts are leaving my bowels. I then use a clean washcloth to wipe and inspect the results. Perfect no mud Just What I'm Looking For. A quick hose down of the shower floor any last stragglers and I'm almost done.

Time to use the old "Dip Stick" for the final check, my 18" x 1 1/2" Doc Johnson double header. Long and smooth, one of my favorites.. I lube it up and begin to work it in and out like a piston in a motor. Slow and Steady at first but steadily increasing the RPMs . I take it to the top of the first level then with some added pushing, just like the hose, wham the breakthrough now I'm Gut Fucking myself feverishly. I finally slow it back down then pull it slowly past the turn back into the basement and finally all the way out. Whew! What a glorious feeling. I inspect the "Dip Stick" Clean as a whistle. Not a speck of schmutz. to be seen. Ready for some serious working later this morning when Kenny Arrives. I have planned it all night long. My turn for A Happy Ending..... to be continued