The older man watched with a mixture of admiration and lust as Robert walked back toward the bed, naked as the day he was born. Doug’s eyes focused on the boy’s lovely bottom as it shifted seductively with each step. He was not hesitant or mincing as he approached what he knew would be a challenging enema. Neither was it exaggerated or effeminate swivel-hipped sashaying, intended deliberately to show off his best asset to his friend. Doug reflected that his Robbie was sauntering to the bed with the casual confidence that he might have done when approaching a sumptuous table in a fine restaurant.

Without prompting, Robert moved two of the three pillows he had straddled for his first enema to the head of the bed, bending over and giving Doug a stimulating glimpse of his crack, taint, and scrotum as he did. He got up onto the center of the bed on his knees, then lay face down, his head buried in the remaining pillow. He spread his legs wide, and reached back with his hands to spread his rounded cheeks apart, exposing his tight little hole. “I’m ready,” he announced.

As both men had found during their solo experiences, inserting a double balloon rectal catheter is rather different from using a deep stiff rectal nozzle like the one Doug had previously used on Robert. The “business end” with its internal balloon has no rigidity, and even though deflated, its folds are bulky and take some manipulation to introduce through a taut sphincter. It is much easier to have a buddy help with the process than to insert the nozzle into oneself. Plenty of lubrication, both inside and outside the anus, is necessary. The balloon nozzle that Doug and Robert were about to use was not an actual product of the C.W. Bard Co., but an improved version made out of silicone material and sold by a mail-order supplier who frankly catered to those who enjoyed enemas for sexual stimulation. Its internal balloon inflated to a capacity of 500cc’s, twice as large as the original double balloon rectal catheter, while its external balloon held 250cc’s. This made insertion of the internal balloon an even more time-consuming process.

Doug picked up a small, blunt-ended pump syringe made for the specific purpose of rectal lubrication – a “Lube Shooter.” This held perhaps 20cc’s of liquid lubricant. He dispensed some onto Robert’s wide-spread cleft and anus, distributing it with a gloved finger. He then inserted the syringe to a depth of perhaps 3”, and began pumping the lube in with its plunger as he carefully withdrew it, moving it from side to side as he did. He then dispensed some more lubricant from a pump bottle onto the folds of the double balloon rectal catheter’s internal balloon and spread it evenly over the instrument’s surface. Grasping the balloon, he began to wiggle and “worry” it into Robert’s anus. After a bit of this, and a few muffled gasps from Robert, the internal balloon popped through the sphincter as if it had been sucked into the young man’s rectum. “I’m inflating the inside balloon now,” Doug said as he tightened the non-return valve and began to squeeze the inflator bulb. After a few such squeezes, Robert felt a tightening fullness in his bottom. “Now I’m inflating the outside balloon.” Doug pumped the other inflator as he watched the external balloon swell to its full 250cc capacity. “You can relax now – you don’t have to hold your cheeks apart. The balloon will do it for you!” This was true - the boy’s buttocks were quite charmingly spread on either side of the balloon. Doug probed with his finger between the base of the balloon and Robert’s buttocks, teasing the edges of his anus. Robert gasped again.

“Let’s have you turn on your left side for the first third of the enema.” Robert complied. “Bring your knees up just short of your chest. I’m opening the clamp now.” The warm salt-and-soda solution began to flow at full volume. Robert gave a start, as if he had felt a shock of static electricity. Doug massaged Robert’s abdomen as the flow continued, aiding the water to move up the descending colon. In short order, the first third of the bag emptied.

“Now turn onto your back.” Robert did so, and as he did, Doug noted that he was again erect, though not to full blue-steel hardness. He marveled at the sexual stamina of the young. Doug continued a circular counter-clockwise massage of the lad’s abdomen, facilitating the passage of water into the transverse colon. Robert had so far made no complaint, and had taken two full quarts in a continuous flow, enduring if not positively enjoying the distension.

“We’re two-thirds done. Now, onto your right side.” Robert turned again. Now the bag began to drain more slowly, and though Doug continued the abdominal massage to help the water penetrate the ascending colon, the young man began to moan and said “I’m so full – I’m not sure I can finish this.”

Doug shot back, “Remember, you agreed to the double balloon rectal catheter rule. You really won’t have much trouble – bear with it. You’ve only got a pint left to go. In fact, you’ve done so well, I’m going to add this pitcher of warm water to the bag right now. We’ll see how close we can get to a gallon!”

Robert began to say, “That’s not fair…” but Doug interrupted, “Nonsense. Think of it as being like one of your college swim meets. It’s grueling as you get nearer the finish, but if you endure, you win.”

In truth, Doug didn’t expect Robert to finish the extra quart, and he didn’t. About a cupful was left in the bag when he finally closed the clamp. Robert rose tentatively from the bed and rubbed his distended abdomen with both hands. “It looks like I’m pregnant!”

“Yes, but that’s no bouncing baby boy in there. Come on, let’s go to the bathroom. We’ll leave the double balloon rectal catheter in, I’ll wheel the stand in after you, and we’ll deflate the balloon once you’re on the toilet.” Robert walked, as expediently as he could, to the stool, and collapsed on it, the hose between his legs. Doug slowly opened the valve on the internal balloon, and it shortly plopped out with a gush. Doug re-tightened the valve because he wanted to see the size to which the balloon remained inflated when Robert expelled it. Looking at the double balloon rectal catheter as he took it over to the sink to rinse it off, he noted that while it was far from fully inflated, it was still about the diameter of a good-sized apricot. We’re achieving some real dilation here, he thought. Doug disconnected the double balloon rectal catheter from the hose, and placed it in the tray with the big black nozzle from Robert’s first enema, to be given a thorough cleaning later.

“Don’t flush,” Doug instructed. “I want to see the results before you do.” Robert grunted his assent, as he continued to expel.