The Ex-cons

Chapter 2

At first sex between Andy and I was limited to kissing, hugging, and rubbing our erect cock all over each other’s bodies until we climaxed, so we didn’t experience any kind of penetrating sex for the first few days. Yet several times that weekend Andy and I ended up in bed so we could experience those intimacies two and three times a day for our first weekend together. I had to work that following Monday’s midnight to 8:00 AM shift, but as soon as I arrived at D facility, I learned that my two week vacation request had been approved. And because I had requested that it begin as soon as possible, it was set to begin immediately upon my completing that Monday morning’s shift. I truly felt lucky to have that vacation request approved as it was summer time, and I was low man on the totem pole when it came to the Sargent’s seniority list.

I was anxious to tell Andy that my vacation had been approved, as I had sensed that he wasn’t at all comfortable with being left alone while I was on shift, even if it was the midnight to 8 AM shift when most normal people would have been asleep. But because I knew he was anxious, I wasn’t surprised when I got home later that Monday morning and found that Andy had been awake all night, and had entertained himself in my absence by cleaning and organizing my apartment and everything in it. In fact, he was suffering his hyperactivity syndrome to a point that I found him pacing back and forth in my living room upon my returned. He all but ran to grab me in a hug the instant I opened our apartment door. And then he kissed me as if I had been gone for years. Then the crying began. He couldn’t seem to stop the whole time he clung to me. Instead he kept telling me how much he missed me, and how much he loved me all through his kissing. Finally I was able to tell him that he was eventually going to have to get used to my going to work, but that I had arranged for a two week vacation so he wouldn’t have to face being alone for the next two weeks.

Andy resumed his hugging and kissing, and only stopped long enough to say, “Will you fuck me. I know you want to. Your penis has been telling me it wanted to fuck me all last weekend. Please Wyatt, I’ll give myself an enema first so I’ll be nice and clean for you. You’ll like it, I promise. And if you don’t, you can spank me until I learn to do it just the way you want.”

It was then I sat Andy down at our kitchen table and told him in the clearest possible terms that I loved him; that he didn’t have to earn my love with sex; and that I would never spank him as that just wasn’t who I was. And before he could speak, I asked, “And for the record, just how would you give yourself an enema?”

He looked across the table at me and said, “I have one. The doctors at the prison gave it to me so I wouldn’t have to go to sick call every time I got stopped up.”

“You mean you’ve been giving yourself enemas all along?”

“Yea, all the time. I never got used to going to the bathroom in front of my cellie, so I got stopped up a lot. An enema will make me go, even if someone’s looking right at me when I’m sitting on the toilet.”

“And you brought it with you?” I asked.

“Yea, I gave myself one a couple of hours ago so I would be clean for you when you got home. And I’ll give myself another one if you don’t think that was good enough.”

I just looked at him for a second, and then said, “Go get it.”

“Right now?”

“Yes, I want to see it.”

“Okay, but I’m not used to showing it to people. When I used it in my cell, I’d wait until my cellie was asleep, and then I would do it under my covers so no one could see.”

I couldn’t help smiling as I said, “That’s sounds like a good way to do it. But I still want to see it, so go get it.”

Andy sprang from his chair in his usual hyperactive way and soon returned with an adult sized red rubber squeeze bulb enema syringe. He handed it to me and then sat back in his chair. I looked at it, and then unscrewed its nozzle so I could peer into its bulb. It was hard to see, but the interior of the bulb didn’t seem clean. Andy looked worried as I inspected it, and even more worried when I said, “I hope you don’t mind, but I’d really like to throw this away.”

“But why, Wyatt? I like it. It works good for me.”

“I’m sure it does, so I’ll buy you a new one, a better one, a cleaner one. But there is something you need to understand while you’re living with me.”

A sad look came over his face as he awaited my next words. So wanting to allay his fears as soon as possible, I immediately went on to say, “And that is, that from this day forward, if you think you need an enema, you come to me and I’ll give it to you. Do you understand?”

“Yea, but why?”

“Because I love you. And if someone is going to give your cute little butt an enema, it’s going to be me.”

“But I’ve been doing it myself for over a year.”

I smiled at Andy as I reached across the table to put my hands on his, while saying, “If you knew how much I love you, you wouldn’t question me on this. I love you, Andy, all of you, and that includes your sexy butt and asshole. So it’s not that I think you can’t take care of yourself, but rather the fact that I want to do it. I can promise you that giving you an enema will never be an imposition for me. It will always be a pleasure, a very sexy pleasure.”

Andy just looked at me for the longest time before saying, “You mean you actually want to squirt water up my butt?”

“Yes. In fact, if you’d let me I’d squirt water up your butt every day.”

Andy looked up, and while smiling, said, “Then can we go buy a new one right now?”

It was 9:15 by that point, so I knew our drug store would be open. Andy was so excited that I grabbed my keys and we immediately set out for Tehachapi’s CVS. There we bought a fountain enema kit, and an adult sized squeeze bulb syringe, much like the one we had just thrown away. Then we bought two bars of Ivory soap, and a large off brand tube of petroleum jelly from the baby section. The girl at the checkout counter didn’t bat an eye at our purchases, and checked us out as if we had purchased Band-Aids and aspirin. That amazed me, because Andy was looking so sexy, and when I looked to his crotch it was easy to see that he was fully erect in anticipation of what was about to happen to him. In fact, he was so excited when we got back to my car that he probably kissed me twenty times between the drug store’s parking lot and our apartment’s parking lot. And on top of all of his kisses, he also thanked me several times along the way for loving him enough to act as his father. All of that made it obvious to me that Andy had no idea as to how irresistibly attractive he was. And because he was so cute I didn’t have a choice but to love him with every fiber of my being.

As soon as we were safely locked into our apartment I removed both of our new enemas from CVS’s plastic bag and held them up for Andy to see as I asked him which type of enema would he prefer. Instead of answering, he pointed to the bulb syringe while smiling like an eight year old. I put the fountain syringe back in the bag and told him to get undressed and then to get himself ready for an enema.

I didn’t have to say another word as Andy began stripping right in our living room. I went to the kitchen and selected a large pot, which I filled with warm tap water. Then I floated one of the bars of Ivory soap in it before carrying it and the bulb syringe to our bathroom. Andy anxiously followed along, seeming unembarrassed by the fact that his penis was fully erect and announcing his sexual excitement. When we got to the bathroom, I had Andy kneel, and then lean over the edge of our bathtub. Then I knelt behind him and placed the pot of warm soapy water between his legs on the bathroom rug so I would have both hands free to massage his hairless buttocks. I told him how beautiful I thought he was as I pinched and massaged the muscular globes of his well-rounded buttocks for a good minute before I stopped so I could pick up and squeeze some of our newly purchased petroleum jelly onto my left index finger. Then I slid it between his butt cheeks so I could massage his anus. I could tell by the way it puckered at my touch that my anal massage was sexually exciting him.

Andy was acting very “puppy” like, so I immediately understood that he was enjoying my intimate attentions. So I bent so I could kiss both of his butt cheeks. I knew that surprised him, but before he could comment, I instructed him not to move as I separated his butt cheeks so I could take in the visual of his round raised anal ring as I slowly ease my grease finger through his anal closure and fully up into the warm grasp of his rectum.

Instead of showing any kind of discomfort, Andy giggled like a child as he gripped my finger within his rectum. He was so cute with his child like response that I continued to maneuver my finger all around in his rectal chamber. I found it empty but wet, a condition that didn’t surprise me as he had already admitted to having just given himself an enema in anticipation of my return from work. I continued my inner-rectal massage as I once again explained that he was never to administer another enema to himself as long as he lived with me. And when he didn’t answer, I forced the pad of my finger firmly down against his prostate, causing him to clench his anus, rectum, and buttocks up tight as I asked more firmly, “Do-you-understand, Baby?”

That was the first time I referred to him as Baby, but it felt so right that I knew it wouldn’t be my last. And then I felt Andy’s rectum contract on my finger again as he answered, “Yes, I promise, Wyatt. I won’t do it anymore. And I won’t even want to do it if you do it for me.”

I began to move my finger back and forth over his prostate, massaging it until his rectum began to contract in what I knew were waves of erotic pleasure. Only then did I stop and withdraw so I could pick up the bulb syringe. I squeezed it to exhaust the air that was within its rubber cavity. And then I submersed its nozzle in the warm soapy water to fill its bulb. I repeated that process a second time to make sure the syringe was fully charged with water before I separated Andy’s butt cheeks with the thumb and forefinger of my left hand so I could once again fully visualize his anus as I touched the enema’s nozzle to it. And then I slowly eased the full length of the enema’s nozzle through Andy’s anus until the neck of the syringe was firmly seated against his tightly puckered anus.

The atmosphere in our bathroom was so sexually charge that I couldn’t keep myself from twisting the enema bulb’s neck against Andy’s anus while I moved the nozzle within him so he would know I was in control. Only then did I squeeze the bulb to deliver a full dose of the enema’s warm soapy water into Andy’s rectum and colon. My penis hardened with the knowledge that I was filling and expanding the rectum of the boy I loved, and that doing so was causing him to erect even more. Only after fully collapsing the bulb did I withdraw its nozzle so I could refill the syringe for a second dose.

Andy seemed to enjoy the injections so much that I repeated the procedure two more times before I sensed he was feeling some distress. That caused me to ask, “Are you getting full, Baby?”

“Yes,” he said in a whispered voice. “Really full. In fact, so full that I don’t know if I can keep it all in.”

“Sure you can, Baby. But let me check you out before I give you any more solution.” I said while withdrawing the nozzle and reinserted my right index finger fully into Andy’s clutching rear portal. His rectum was so ballooned out with the warm soapy water that my finger tip could barely reach his rectal walls. So I kept twisting and wiggling my finger within him, stirring his enema until his rectal contractions had forced the enema solution that I had just injected further up his colon. But instead of injecting more solution, I just kept my finger fully implanted, fishing it all around to tease and stimulate Andy’s rectum. I was amazed at how sexually stimulating that was for me, and so I asked, “Can I fuck you as soon as I let you use the toilet?”

To which he answered in a breathy voice, “Yes, I’d love that. I’d love that a lot, so let me go squirt this out so you can fuck me right now.”

I teased my finger around in Andy’s rectum for several more seconds, and then withdrew it so I could ask, “Or I could suck you off while you are holding this enema? Maybe you would like that even more.”

Instead of answering, Andy struggled to turn his body so he could kiss me while his erect cock lay on my thighs. He forced his tongue all through my mouth, bringing our tongues together so they could lick and rub against each other. Finally he stopped long enough to say, “Let’s go to our bed so we can suck each other off at the same time, and we need to hurry because I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to hold this enema, and I want to have it in me while I suck you off better than you’ve ever been sucked off before.”

I smiled and I said while slipping my uniform slacks and shirt off, “That should be easy, because I’m a virgin, and so you’ll be the first and only person to ever suck me off.”

We got up and returned to our bedroom where we immediately got on our bed. Without hesitation I then took Andy’s cock in my hand, as I said, “You need to understand that you’re not only the first person to suck my dick, but you are also the only guy I’ve ever had any kind of sex with.” And then I put his cock in my mouth and sucked on it while taking in its delicious feel and taste. Andy’s cock seemed to come alive and cause him to moan in sexual splendor as I sensed its hardness with soft textures plunging in and out of my mouth. I sucked and sucked while feeling Andy handling my erect manhood, and then as he put it in his mouth so he could suck it fully in while he played his tongue all over its head.

Even though I felt it might be risky, I separated Andy’s muscular butt cheeks and inserted a finger. So while his cock was still feeling so magical in my mouth, I savored even more the struggle of his anus as he fought with all of his might to retain his enema while I knew I was bringing him close to orgasm. All of that was such a turn-on that I soon began to fill his mouth with jizz. And then a half second later Andy thrust his cock to the back of my throat, where he pumped his jizz until my mouth was full of creamy boy cum. All I can say, is that I was totally taken by all of those sensations and feelings, and so was disappointed when Andy had to jump from our bed to run back to the bathroom to evacuate his bowel.

When Andy was through on the toilet, he returned to our bed where he cuddled up next to me. I took him in my arms and just hugged and kissed his boyish body. It felt so wonderful to hold Andy that I told him that I didn’t love him so I could fuck him, but rather that I loved him so I could be with him, so I could make him feel good, and so I could make him feel loved.

I thought that would comfort Andy, but instead, he said, “But I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me every day.”

I kissed Andy again, and told him that nothing would make me happier. I don’t know how Andy felt at that moment, but I felt truly loved, and in love for the first time in my adult life. And then I held him even tighter until we eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms.