"Hello, Ed? Is this the Ed who grew up on a farm and used to invite his friend Jim to visit?" The voice on the phone explained to my surprise.

"Ye-e-es," I began wondering if I had heard the message correctly.

"This is Jim Newell. Remember me? I found your name and phone number on my search engine and thought I'd call and see if you're the same Ed I used to visit."

"Well, Hello, my friend," I said in disbelief. It had been at least sixty years since I'd heard from him. "I can't believe you found me. How great!"

"I'm going to be in your area tomorrow and wondered if we could meet for coffee or something?" he asked, sounding exactly as he had many years ago.

"For sure, we can meet. Come to my apartment and I'll have the coffee ready," I said, thinking of what a joy it would be to see my best boyhood friend again.

The next day I got up early, showered and got ready to meet Jim, wondering if he'd remember all the fun we used to have when he'd visit me on the farm. I cleaned the apartment and spent the day thinking about us riding my horse, playing Tarzan or Cowboys. Or jacking off - - - -A knock on the door broke into my thoughts and I walked quickly to the door anxious to meet my friend.

"Hello, old buddy," he said as he opened his arms for a hug. We embraced for a short moment and then stood back and looked each other over. He looked the same but with wrinkles and no hair.

"Come in and I'll get the coffee ready. Still drink it black?"

We visited with the ease that we'd had back when we were very young and it seemed as if no years had passed between then and now.

"I've been wondering if you remember all the fun we had when you'd visit to ride my horse and play in the trees and …." I began.

"I've been wondering the same thing." he said and raised one eyebrow like he did when young. "And going to the canyon?" he added.

"Yes, the canyon and the naked fun," I mentioned. It was strange but I felt as comfortable with him now as I did many years ago.

"I've missed that a lot," he said. "I've never felt comfortable jacking off with anybody else and have really missed it, now that I live alone again.

"Same here," I agreed. "Why don't we just admit that we both want to get naked again and enjoy ourselves?"

We were naked as quickly as two old men can get naked and suddenly we burst into a laughing fit and fell back on the sofa.

"Like old times," he said as he began to stroke his big cock. "I've got a big one and you have a little one and we enjoy them the same."

After we had stroked for a while, both enjoying the friendship and compatibility, he asked, "Do you ever do anything else to add to the pleasure?"

"Yes, I often get a lubed finger and use it on my ass as I'm jacking. I love the added pleasure. What about you?"

"I do the same thing and I find things to slip in my butt," he admitted.

"You like enemas?" I asked.

"I've only had a few when in the hospital but I didn't particularly enjoy them. You like enemas?"

"Very much. I have a new nozzle that makes the enemas feel extra special. Want to try?"

I got up and walked naked to the bathroom, got the nozzle and walked back in to show it to him.

"Oh my gosh! That is scary. You put all of that up your butt?" he asked.

"It's ten inches Jim, and the size of my thumb. There are many nozzles bigger and longer," I explained.

"Yes, I want to try but promise you'll go easy," he said and stood up beside me, reaching over and taking the nozzle in his hand. "I can certainly take the size but I never had anything this long before."

I prepared the warm water and added the soda to it, got the lube and told Jim to get on his knees and bend over. I rubbed the lube on his anus and he moaned with pleasure.

"Like that?" I asked and kept rubbing around the tight hole. Then I slipped one knuckle in and found it slid in easily. I pushed my whole finger in and he rewarded me with another moan. Then the moment came to insert the nozzle. I pressed the end against his opening and circled it and slid it up and down his butt crack. He kept moaning with delight so I knew he was enjoying it as much as I do when I do that to myself. I slipped just a bit of it in his tight opening and let him adjust to it. I slowly slid it in some more until I felt it reach the end. I turned on the water and let it start slowly filling him up. As the water flowed in, I twisted the nozzle a bit and slowly pushed it and was rewarded by it slipping past the bend and entering the large intestine. I was then able to insert it to the hilt.

"Oh my God!" he moaned. "That is wonderful."

He reached between his legs and grasped his throbbing cock in his hand and slowly stroked it as the water filled him. I stopped it when he reached his limit and let him rest for a bit. Then I let some more water flow in. By now he was moaning and pinching his nipples and I could tell that he was reaching the point of no return much sooner than one would expect of an older guy. I lubed my cock and began to stroke it. I was enjoying watching my old friend jacking and enjoying the enema. He moved his fist on his long cock a little faster and slipped it over the head and almost off before he slid back to the base and up and down again. With one quick gasp and a loud groan, he reached his climax and his cum shot out and dripped on the towel below. He was firing load after load until it dried up and he was firing blanks. That was all the inspiration I needed and exploded with a surge of pleasure flowing all over me. I pumped hard and fast until I couldn't stand the glory of masturbation any longer.

"I need to go," he said, and began to get up. I quickly slipped the long nozzle out and he sat on the toilet as the first flow rushed out. After a pause, he had another rush of water and a few plops and then another. After a moment or two, he flushed the toilet, cleaned himself and stood up.

"Man, I'm glad I found you again, old buddy," he said and hugged me tight against him. "That was a whole new pleasure for me."

I wondered what our children would think if they knew their "dear old dads" had just had exciting sexual pleasure again? Two granddads together. I'm not going to be the first to tell them and neither is he.