The New Boy In School, Chapter 3

Seeing Jimmy at school after that weekend was a whole new experience. I saw other kids, both boys and girls fawn over him. But even though I didn’t know why, I knew it was me that Jimmy really cared about, mainly because every time he got me to a secluded place he would push his hands down the back of my Levis, and while messaging my buns and anus, he would tell me again how he really loved me and want to give me an enema. I have to tell you, that by that time I was really turned on to the idea, but I knew there was simply no right time or place, at least before we graduated high school.

Even though we had both just come to Fort Hood’s high school, we both had all of our credits in order, and so we both graduated with our class with no trouble at all. But instead of going out with the rest of our classmates to celebrate, Jimmy had wrangled from his parents as a graduation present, money to go to Florida’s Disney World. I told my parents that I wanted money to go with Jimmy to Disney World, and was surprised when they readily agreed that I deserved such a trip.

At first Jimmy wanted to take his truck, but in the end we decided the Challenger was a better choice as we could more easily lock our belongings up in its trunk. So two days after graduation we left Fort Hood heading east. We only got as far as Louisiana that first day, where we stopped at an air-conditioned motel. It probably wasn’t the world’s greatest motel, but to us it was like a king’s palace. It offered everything we wanted as it had cable TV, a great swimming pool, a spa and hot tub, and a free continental breakfast. I truly thought we were going to go on to Orlando, but Jimmy said that he just wanted to stay there so he could spend all of his time loving on me. I couldn’t say no to that, and so staying in Louisiana soon became our plan. And that was when Jimmy opened his suitcase and took out a red rubber enema bag. I knew exactly what it was at first glance, even though it was quite different from the enema bulb that my mother had used for my childhood enemas. I couldn’t keep my anus from puckering as Jimmy held the bag up in his left hand, and a red rubber enema hose that was attach to the regular enema hose in his right hand. He pointed the attached red rubber hose at me and said, “I guess you know where this is going?”

Even though my mother’s enema bulb had a white plastic nozzle, I had no doubt as to where that rounded tipped red rubber hose was going to go. So I smiled, and in shy coy voice said more as a question, “Up my butt?”

And Jimmy said while also smiling, “At least three times a day if I get my way, starting right now.”

I didn’t know what to think. I well remember the enemas I was given as a sick child, and I really didn’t like them. In fact, for reason I didn’t fully understand, I hated them and all of the embarrassment that went with them. I remembered them as being painful, and making me feel like I had to go to the bathroom in the worst way, and I mean in the very worst way, like I could have pooped all over the bathroom floor had my mother not gotten me on the toilet as fast as she did. I also remembered the humiliation I felt while my mother poked her enema bulb’s nozzle up my butt several times before she felt I had been given a sufficient amount of soapy water to fully flush my bowels. It was all so humiliating and embarrassing that I didn’t know how Jimmy could like having such a procedure performed on him, or why he wanted to do such a thing to me. But because I loved him, I knew I would let him do anything he wanted to me just so I could continue to be his best friend.

Jimmy suggested that we begin by taking a shower together, only he wanted to be fully in charge of washing my body, and I mean every part of my body. And while he was doing so I recalled overhearing all of the details of his enema the night I stayed overnight at his house. And it was those memories that caused me to remember how much I wanted to be in that room with him. How much I wanted to be the one who pushed that rubber enema hose up his butt. How much I wanted to be in command of how much water he would take and how long he would hold it in. And it was those thoughts that caused me to finally understand why Jimmy wanted to do those same things to me.

So I followed Jimmy’s every command. I let him wash my body, including my cock, balls, and anus. And I let him dry and inspect my body as if I was his helpless baby, which was when I first felt his finger go up my butt while it was fully lubricated. I didn’t realize what a difference lubrication would make, but his lubricated finger wiggling around in my butt felt more wonderful than I had imagined anything could ever feel. In fact it felt so good that I didn’t complain when Jimmy kept his finger up my butt for a good ten minutes while he sucked on my cock and balls. And then after he had me watch him make up my warm soapy enema, I followed his every command to lay on my back on the motel’s bed, pull both of my knees up to my chest so he could push what felt like three feet of hose up my ass, but was probably more like a foot or foot and a half.

Jimmy kept his eyes on my butt and butthole any time they weren’t on my cock. He watched my cock go from totally flaccid to rigidly erect, but didn’t offer to suck on it until his enema bag had run dry. And when he finally began to suck on my cock, instead of withdrawing the long enema hose, he continued to move it in and out of my clutching anus, literally fucking my asshole until I came.

That turned out to be the best cum of my life, and so I finally knew why Jimmy like his enemas, and so I was more anxious than ever to return the favor. That was also when I finally got around to asking Jimmy why his mother regularly gave him enemas, and he explained that he had Crohn’s Disease, and regular enemas helped keep his bowel calm.

Jimmy and I never made it to Orlando, much less to Disney World. Instead we stayed at that Louisiana motel and administered enemas to each other while we fucked and sucked each other’s cocks and assholes to our heart’s content.

Jimmy and I had planned for most of our lives to join the army and carry on in our father‘s footsteps. But when we returned to Fort Hood, because we both always wanted to be together, we both decided to take advantage of the army scholarships that both of our fathers had earned, and so instead of joining the army we both chose to attend the California University Teacher’s College at Hayward California. And because of our desire to be together, we were always able to pool our money so we could rent a small one bedroom apartment, rather than reside in state sponsored student dorms, a situation that allowed us to continue to administer enemas to each other all through our four and a half years of college for our degrees and teaching credentials.

We got married two days after completing our university studies. Both sets of our parents had flown in for our graduation, so they both stayed for our wedding ceremony. And even though we only had a few other close friends attend, everyone seemed to have a good time.

Three years have passed since our marriage, and we now both teach at Berkley’s School for the Blind. Although we both love that job, I’ll be quitting at the end of this school year as we are in the process of adopting a twelve year old blind boy whom we have both fallen in love with. Matthew has lived with us for over a year, but his adoption won’t become final for another two months. And just so you’ll know, Matthew is gay, and he know that Jimmy and I give each other enemas and have wild gay sex. But Mathew has never needed an enema, nor has he ever asked for one. He just wants to find a boy to love and be loved by. A boy who can accept his blindness, something that his birth parents were never able to do.

The end