Doug finished washing up at the sink and approached his young friend, still ensconced on the commode. He rubbed Robert’s shoulders and upper back, then his belly, noting that it had returned to its usual flatness. “How’s my enema boy doing?” he asked.

Robert tore off a length of toilet tissue and, lifting his bottom from the seat a little, wiped thoroughly. “I think I’ve got rid of most of it,” he responded, “but it feels like some of the water won’t come out.” He rose and paced around the bathroom, rubbing his abdomen with both hands. Doug looked into the W.C. and noted that its contents were only mildly discolored water. He flushed it, and turned to Robert. “Well, there are several ways to deal with that.”

“The first,” he continued, “is just to wait, and let time and gravity take its course. Either the water will come out your rectum, or your colon will absorb it, and eventually you’ll piss it out. The second is for you to have a cup of strong coffee. That’s usually enough to stimulate peristalsis.”

“Coffee?” he responded. “You mean as an enema?”

“No, the ordinary way. Doesn’t just about everyone have to take a shit after breakfast?”

“I don’t really feel like coffee just now. It’s pretty late already, and I’ll never get to sleep if I drink coffee now.”

“The third,” Doug went on, “is to insert a colon tube until it reaches wherever the water is, and then you can siphon it out. We could try that colon snake you were eyeing in the nozzle drawer. Of course, it could take some time, and we’d have to do it in the shower so that any mess that came out would go down the floor drain. You could bend over and hold onto the towel bar while I worked it in.”

“Finally, I read something on one of the enema forums a few years ago. A guy said that you could sometimes get trapped water to come down by sticking a long narrow dildo or vibrator up the ass until you dilated the internal sphincter at the upper end of the rectum. He said it encouraged a peristaltic reflex and would usually cause the water to release.”

Robert pondered the options and finally said, “That last way sounds like the best one for now. Even if it doesn’t work, at least it might be fun.”

Doug went back into the bedroom and looked in the nozzle drawer. Then he opened the drawer below it and found a slender vibrator, about 10” long and no more than an inch in diameter. He picked up the lube bottle he had used for Robert’s double balloon rectal catheter enema, brought both items over to the bed, and sat down on the edge of the mattress.

“Robbie, c’mon over here. Everything’s ready.”

Robert walked over to Doug, and the older man said, “Why don’t you get over my lap, just like we did for your rectal temp.” Robert assumed the position, and Doug slathered the vibrator with lube. Grasping Robert’s left cheek, he pulled it to one side, exposing the boy’s anus, and in one long smooth push, inserted the vibrator for more than half its length. “How’s that feel?” Robert didn’t respond verbally, but rotated his hips and pushed back on the vibrator as Doug held it in place. Doug pushed the button, and the toy began to hum.

Placing his other hand firmly on the small of Robert’s back, Doug proceeded to wiggle and move the vibrator in and out of the accommodating rectum. Robert didn’t even try to hold still, as he had for the thermometer; glass might break, but the vibrator wouldn’t. He twisted and wriggled, bucking his bottom against the invading device, and flutter-kicked his legs as if he were swimming. Doug relished the display, and responded by stirring the vibrator around in an exaggerated circular motion. Then he gave it another push, and it went into Robert’s hole farther, until only a stub of the end long enough for Doug to grip remained outside it. Doug pushed the on-off button several times to give Robert several distinct pulses. Then Robert felt, and Doug heard, a soft gurgling.

Robert jumped up from the older man’s lap, saying, “’Scuse me,” as he dashed to the toilet, vibrator still implanted in his rectum. Just as he got to the stool, he withdrew it, still humming, sat down, and voided about a pint. When he was sure the urge had passed completely, he wiped, and strode over to the tray by the sink where the equipment they had used that night was put for later washing-up. He switched the vibrator off and placed it in the tray.

“What did you expel?” asked Doug. Robert looked into the toilet and replied, “Just some more water – nothing much in it.” Doug told him, “Might as well flush it. When you’re done washing up, come back in here. I’ve got a treat for you.”

When Robert returned to the bedroom, he saw that Doug held the 20cm Kelly proctoscope from their collection, and had a small frosted jar that looked unfamiliar. “Get up on the bed in the knee-chest position. I’m going to examine your rectum.” As Robert knelt, then brought his chest and face down onto the bed, Doug said, “Push your ass up a little higher.” He was now in a very extreme and exposed position, one of abject submission. Doug feasted his eyes on the splendid rear view.

First lubricating his partner’s opening, then smearing first Vaseline, then KY, onto the shaft of the scope, Doug began the careful insertion of the scope, moving it from side to side as he applied steady forward pressure. In a short while, Robert felt the cold stainless steel handle of the proctoscope pressing against his perineum. Doug removed the obturator and shone a small flashlight down the hollow shaft. As the gastroenterology textbooks taught, he then proceeded to withdraw the instrument slowly, moving the inserted end of the scope in circular fashion as he did, observing the rectal lining. Finally, when only about two inches remained inserted, he commented, “Everything looks very healthy up there. Now, here’s your treat.” To Robert’s surprise, he replaced the obturator and again inserted the scope to its full length. “What’re you doing?” asked Robert.

Unscrewing the cap of the frosted jar, Doug announced, “These are some emollient suppositories. I made them myself from cocoa butter. They don’t have any laxative effect, but they will soothe your bottom hole. It’s had quite a workout today.” Doug removed the obturator from the scope, and slipped two of the hand-made suppos into the tube. Each was about half an inch in diameter by two inches long. He then reinserted the obturator, pushing the suppos out of the scope’s tube and into the upper reaches of Robert’s rectum.

“Oooh, cold!” exclaimed the young man. Doug replied, “I have to store them in the fridge to keep them from melting or deforming. They’ll warm up soon enough. Cocoa butter melts from body heat, and, last I checked, your rectal temp was 99.6º It will coat the inside of your rectum and will feel great.” Doug pulled the scope out of Robert’s butt in one smooth motion, and as he walked to the bathroom to set the scope amongst the paraphernalia to be cleaned, called out, “Make yourself comfortable on the bed. I’ll join you in a minute.”

The two men half-sat, half-lay together towards the head of the bed for several minutes after that. Their interaction was playful, grabbing at each other’s cocks and asses, hugging and rubbing against each other’s bodies. Doug loved to see Robert in such a mood, so different from the normal tightly-controlled personality that he displayed towards the rest of the world. Robert suddenly spoke up, “I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you fuck me?”

“Now?” asked Doug.

“Yes, fast and hard. Have your way with me. I’d love it.”

Doug was surprised, because the younger man had already experienced a rather exhausting session, both in the volume of his enemas and the thoroughness with which his rectum had been stretched. Doug hadn’t had any release so far, and all he had done earlier was for the pleasure of his enema-boy Robbie. He realized that Robert was thinking of his pleasure, too, and was happy to agree.

“How do you want me?” Robert asked.

“You know how – doggy style,” Doug responded, “it’s always the best for a deep buttfucking.”

Robert positioned himself on his knees and elbows and grabbed a pillow in case he needed it to cushion his face. Doug knelt behind him and kissed both of Robert’s cheeks, then spread them wide and briefly but voraciously rimmed the young man’s fresh clean hole. Robert felt Doug’s mustache rubbing against his crack, and said, “It tickles!”

Doug lubed Robert’s hole and his thick cock. He grasped Robert’s buttocks with his hands, his thumbs thrust deeply into the young man’s cleft on either side of his anus. Spreading Robert’s cheeks as widely as he could, until the boy’s rectum gaped slightly, Doug nestled the mushroom head of his penis between those perfect nates.

“Here we go,” he announced, as he shoved it in with one strong push until he was balls-deep in the boy’s bubble butt. The thickness of Doug’s member would ordinarily have been enough to make this impossible without eliciting certain protest and possibly even causing physical injury to Robert’s anatomy, but the evening’s previous activities had stretched his anus enough that it accommodated the intrusion without difficulty. Doug continued to piston his stiff cock in and out, varying the angle of attack each time to give his partner added sensation, and grinding his pelvis each time he achieved full penetration. The slipperiness of the melted cocoa butter added to their mutual pleasure. For his part, Robert tried bearing down, then clenching his buttocks, rotating his hips, and tightening his sphincter to tease and arouse Doug to even greater heights.

With one particularly hard thrust, Doug knocked Robert off his elbows and onto his chest. Robert held onto the pillow and even bit down on one of its corners; then with another even more forceful push, Robert collapsed flat. He pushed the pillow under his hips to keep his bottom raised at least a little bit. The next thrust hit some sort of switch, and Robert began pulsating with what could only be called a rectal-prostate orgasm. He cried out – “Oh, oh, oh, OOOH!”

His cock, although hard throughout the time they had been fucking, had really received no direct stimulus. Yet the creamy emission that now poured from it in forceful spurts was the most voluminous he could ever remember experiencing. The spasms from his climax caused his rectum to clamp down on Doug’s stiff cock, while his anus constricted, then opened, then constricted again on the root of the older man’s deeply implanted member with the same rhythm that the semen shot from Robert’s penis. The exquisite sensations as Robert’s asshole massaged Doug’s cock in turn triggered his explosion deep in Robert’s bottom.

The two men lay there, Doug atop Robert, in a state of acute post-coital exhaustion. It seemed like minutes had passed, even though in fact it was only about thirty seconds until the circulation that had seemingly been diverted to their sex organs returned to their brains. Doug’s softened cock slid from Robert’s hole, and he lifted himself from the boy’s back, his crotch and lower abdomen wet with lubricant and come. Robert rose from his prone position, even wetter – he was covered in lube on his crack and balls, and with semen on his belly from his cock to his sternum. Doug’s load leaked from the lad’s well-dilated rectum down his thigh.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come like that before,” Robert exclaimed. “I must have shot half-a-cupfull!” It probably wasn’t that much, but as both men had observed on several occasions, the warmth and pressure of enemas, and the protracted stimulation of the prostate from lengthy assplay, had a way of markedly increasing seminal flow.

Robert looked down at this point and said, “Oh - look what I’ve done to your pillow!” The pillowcase was absolutely sodden.

Doug stripped it off, deposited it in the bedroom hamper, and said, “That’s what washing machines are for. Let’s take a shower and go to bed.”

The two took a leisurely warm shower in the large walk-in facility Doug had in his spacious bathroom. Doug paid special attention to Robert’s elegant buttocks and the wonderful hole between them that had both received and given so much pleasure that evening. They joked about “dropping the soap,” but the truth was that both were just about sexed-out for the day. They dried off with more of the large and absorbent Turkish towels Doug had in abundance in the bathroom cabinet, and retired to the bedroom.

Doug rolled back the rubber sheet that had protected his bedspread from the mess of their sex play, and put a fresh pillowcase on the pillow that Robert had drenched with his earth-shaking orgasm. As Doug turned down the sheet and blanket, he looked at Robert and said, “I’m about ready to call it a night. How ‘bout you?” Robert readily assented and crawled under the covers with Doug.

When the lights were out, they chatted for a bit about how much they had enjoyed their lengthy session, and what they might do for an encore.

Robert remarked to Doug that he was curious to try the rectal dilators he had seen earlier in the nozzle drawer. Doug responded that he’d enjoy sticking them into Robert’s bottom, and allowed that he thought after tonight that Robert might even be able to take the two-incher.

“Who said you were going to stick them in me?” Robert reacted. “I want to try sticking them in your bottom. I hear that older men like you need regular procto exams and prostate massages to make sure their plumbing is in good order!”

“OLDER MEN!!?” Doug returned, with mock indignation, as he cupped and squeezed one of Robert’s buttocks. “Go to sleep, enema boy!”

And so they did, their arms and legs entangled….

* * *

Robert’s reverie about that night was dispelled by the jangling of his office telephone. He answered it, and the call turned out to be inconsequential. His thoughts returned to the plans he and Doug had made for their next visit. The long Labor Day weekend was coming up, and both had arranged to have nothing else to do but to enjoy each other’s company.

It wouldn’t all be spend in the bedroom, of course. There would be several good meals at the off-the-beaten track restaurants that Doug had a knack for finding, or perhaps steaks on the grill at Doug’s place. Doug had a pool in his secluded back yard where they could swim – skinny-dipping, of course, with obligatory horseplay. Doug had a classic Jaguar two-seater for drives through the countryside, and a playful golden retriever with whom Robert enjoyed games of Frisbee.

Still and all, the thing they both most looked forward to was further adventures with bag and hose, and all the fun accessories in the nozzle drawer. Onward and upward with enemas, thought Robert.