The Adventures of Enema-Boy: Ryan and Travis Reconnect, Part 1

(Ryan and Travis were friends growing up. They frequently hung out together. In a previous episode, we learned how Ryan introduced Travis to the enema. After that day, Travis started to give Ryan the cold shoulder and in fact avoided him. We pick up a few years after graduation when both boys are in college.)

It was summer vacation. Ryan should have been happy. He laid in bed on this beautiful day, the sun filling his room. He picked up his phone as was his custom. He opened Tumblr and scrolled through the entries. No real changes, lots of cute shirtless boys and buff speedo boys; Tumblr had really squashed the juicier pics of boys jerking off or having sex. Ryan reached under the covers and gently stroked his morning wood. He thought about jerking off, but then, he had done that every morning since getting out of school for the summer. He knew his parents were at work. He could get his enema bag out and take a good enema, but then again, he had done that many mornings also. Ryan knew he needed to do something different. One of the pictures was of a cute dude on his bicycle. The guy, of course, was ripped, but Ryan focused on the bicycle. That might be a good diversion, plus it would allow some exercise and maybe he could get as buff as the kid in the photo. He figured go for a bike ride then get the bag out. Plan made.

He got himself up and put on a pair of shorts, a tee, and his sneakers. He got a quick bite to eat though did not want to eat too much if he was going to exercise. He went out to the garage. Well, that was a bit overwhelming. Boxes, old toys, car supplies, and the worst, spiderwebs. But there in the corner was his bike. He had really liked it in the past. Luckily, the tire pump was right next to it; the tires would certainly need air. He maneuvered the stuff and before long he was in the driveway pumping the tires up. He got a cloth and dusted the bike off. Ryan was ready to go on his new adventure.

It really was a beautiful day. The low humidity and slight breeze helped him stay cool. While no jock, Ryan prided himself on a basically fit body. His college campus was spread out just enough that he had to walk from dorm to class which allowed for some exercise. He had even hit the school’s pool to help.

As he pedaled, he passed Mrs. Gordon’s house, his fifth-grade teacher. He waved to her. She waved back but probably did not really recognize Ryan. She had probably taught every kid in the neighborhood. Ryan kept going. He was approaching a traffic light which would turn red by the time he arrived.

As he did, he came to Travis’s house on the right. The garage was open and as he looked, Travis came out with an armful of boxes. Wow! Travis was as much of a hunk as Ryan had remembered. Sadly, the final years of high school were not that great. Travis, after their fateful day, had really turned against Ryan. They had not actually fought; it just was clear that they were on separate pages. Ryan always was curious if Travis’s responses were as much that he was not into the play or that he was really into it but just could not accept it about himself and retreated into the closet. As it turned out Ryan and Travis were going to intersect; Travis approached the curb as the light turned red.

“Hey Ryan.” Well, Travis was not shy.

“Hi”

“Looking good. I’ve thought of getting my bike out. But it’s been a while. Not sure I’d remember.”

“It comes back to you quickly.”

“How’s life? Are you at State?

“Yeah.”

You?”

“Barclay.”

“Oh, do you like it?” Ryan thought, wow, what a liberal place for a guy who seemed so conservative.

“Yeah, they gave me a lacrosse scholarship.”

“Nice! It’s petty liberal, isn’t it.”

“Oh yeah.” Travis paused and put his boxes down on the curb. “Hey, you look kind of hot. Want to take a break and get something cold to drink and catch up.”

Ryan was taken aback. Why was Travis so friendly? Generally, Ryan would have declined such an invitation, but looking at Travis was very pleasing. He clearly had worked out and had a very hot body. And he was downright nice and inviting. Ryan decided that today was going to be a day of new experiences. The bike was the first one, now, he thought he would try Travis. If nothing else, he was good scenery. Ryan parked the bike, and the boys went inside to the kitchen.

“What would you like. I’ve got most things. My parents are away, and my mom was scared I would starve, so she bought the store out.”

“Do you have any iced tea?”

“Sure do. It’s my favorite. I even have sweet and unsweet. Do you have a preference?”

“Sweet please.”

“Got you.” Travis was agile and got them both drinks. “Come on in.” They went into the family room and got comfortable. “So, what are you doing for the summer? Aside from riding your bike.”

“Not much. Couldn’t get an internship, so I decided to take an on-line course and free up some time in the semester and try again.”

“Hear you. Same thing. And may parents have me cleaning the house out. They say, it will give structure to my day.”

“Are you still playing lacrosse?”

Travis looked down, “It was good, then I messed up my knee and stopped. I like it, but more as a hobby.” The conversation died and there was silence. It was very awkward. Travis moved his legs around a bit, seemingly with something on his mind. Ryan too felt nervous. The two had been good friends but there was clearly a divide. Ryan was feeling less optimistic.

Tavis spoke up, “So Ryan.” He paused again; he had looked up at Ryan but then put his head down again. Ryan looked over to him and could see that Travis clearly had something on his mind. “We didn’t end high school all that well. I’m sorry about that.”

“Yeah.” That was all Ryan could get out.

“I’ve actually changed a lot.”

“Oh”

“Yeah. I learned things about myself that I probably should have known but wasn’t ready to see.”

“Oh.” Ryan at that point knew what was going to come out, or who was going to come out. And it did. Travis opened up and explained that it took a while and he needed to be away from his family and home to fully appreciate it, but that he has come to the acceptance that he is gay.

“Hey, thanks for sharing.” Ryan was always the kind one and it helped put a lot in perspective. When they had been together, while Travis protested that he was not into their enema play, his bodily reaction suggested otherwise. “So, it’s good that you’re at Barclay, kind of a liberal place.”

“Oh yeah, my parents wouldn’t have allowed it, were it not for the lacrosse scholarship, but it ended up being the exact right place for me.”

“So, are you out to them?”

“It’s a process. My mom knows, and she thinks my dad does too, but it hasn’t been discussed.”

“Well, I’m here if you want someone to talk to.”

“Thanks.” Travis continued, “I’m sorry I was such a jerk. I was really struggling with it.”

“Well, the thought went through my mind, but yeah, you were kind of a jerk.”

“Sorry man.”

“It’s OK. I’m happy we reconnected.”

“Me too.” There was another silence in the conversation. Travis again looked uncomfortable. Ryan thought, now what? For such a cool and collected guy, Travis certainly was struggling. As Ryan looked at Travis, he could not help but admire his toned body, pretty face, and the nice outline of a cock in Travis’s shorts. Travis had been a favorite fantasy many a night when Ryan was taking care of himself.

“I have something else.” Travis put his head down and would not look at Ryan. Ryan felt bad for him. Was he going to say he had HIV or something?

“It’s OK man.”

“It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“You’re OK.”

“So that last time when we played together, remember?”

“Yeah.” Ryan had a spark in his eye and a little flutter in his stomach because it was a hot scene.

“Ammm. Well, it was……” Travis trailed off. Ryan could see Travis was uncomfortable, he started to move his knees and feet a bit.

“You mean the enema?” Ryan decided to cut right to the core.

“Yeah.” More pause. “So, I, well, it kind of did something for me.” Clearly Travis was struggling.

“More than just get you to go to the bathroom?”

“Yeah.” Travis looked up at Ryan, “Yeah.”

“Something good?”

“Yeah.”

“Ahhhh. Cool.” Ryan was getting very interested now. That bike ride was definitely a good choice. “So, you are rethinking enemas?”

“Yeah, already have.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve kind of gotten into them.”

“Mmmm” Ryan was definitely liking this. “So, have you actually played since we did back then?”

“Yeah.” Travis was becoming more comfortable, probably seeing that Ryan did not run away.

“And to think, you were an enema virgin, and I was the lucky one to pop your cherry.” Ryan smiled.

Travis could not help but smile too. With a chuckle, he said. “Yes, you did.”

“So, what have you been doing?”

Travis began to recount his growing interest, overwhelming guilt, and struggle which ended with his actually purchasing an enema bag and starting to give himself enemas. The two discussed the whole process. As they spoke, both boys became animated. They had clearly hit on a topic of mutual interest. More than that, both boys could see their mutual level of interest. Both had to adjust themselves in their seats and their shorts due to their growing erections. It became a stalemate. Secretly, each boy wanted to give the other an enema and experience an enema from the other, but how could they broach the subject and cross that line? Ryan, the consummate enema-boy was not shy and stepped up.

“Well, buddy, it may be time for us to relive the past.” Travis blushed. “I can see our talking has gotten your attention.” Ryan looked at the bulge in Travis’s shorts.

“I’m not alone.” Travis was more direct and pointed to Ryan’s erection.

“No, you are not.” Ryan was rarely shy when it came to enemas. “So, you have the house to yourself?”

“Yeah.”

“It might be time then.”

“Yes, it might.” It was not a lot to say, but the boys knew exactly what they meant. The negotiation was complete. “Let’s go to my room.”

Both boys got up, each with a clearly defined bulge in the front of their shorts. They headed upstairs and into Travis’s room. There, Travis went into his closet, moved some things around and brought out an athletic bag. “I keep the stuff hidden in here.” He opened the bag and took the enema bag, soap, and lube out and put them on the bed.

Ryan watched, “Looks like you have everything. Do you want to give to me, or do you want me to give to you first?” Ryan was clearly comfortable taking charge.

“I’d love for you to give me one.”

“Let’s get undressed.”

Travis did not need any more direction. He kicked his shoes off and started to pull his shirt up from the back, easily over his head and off. Ryan looked at him. Just shorts and short sox. He was well defined and smooth. It only made Ryan harder. Ryan quickly followed, kicking his shoes off, pulling his shirt off and dropping his pants. Both boys stood there in their underpants and sox. And both boys had hard erections tenting their undies. Ryan went over to Travis and reached out. He gently cupped Travis’s dick and rubbed it. Travis just moaned. He reached to Ryan and started to rub Ryan, causing him to moan similarly. “Mmmm, someone wants an enema.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve wanted one for some time.”

“Then let’s go give you an enema.”

“Please.” Travis picked the enema bag and equipment off his bed and the two boys headed into the bathroom. Once there, Travis turned the water on to get the temperature right. He got a towel off the towel rack and placed it on the floor. Clearly, he had done this before. As he turned back, he got a glimpse of Ryan in his undies and sox with his erection peeking over the waistband. Travis reached out again and cupped it.

“God, you are hot.” Ryan reached out to Travis and rubbed his erection.

“And you are too.” There was a pause, “And soon, you are going to be a very well cleaned out hot stud.”

Travis felt the water and decided it was right and reached for the enema bag. He put the mouth of the bag under the faucet and let the water fill the bag. As the water reached the top, he shut the faucet off. He looked at Ryan, “Soap?”

“Yeah, definitely. Better to clean you out with.” He reached for the bottle of soap, opened the top, and added a few squirts of it into the enema bag. He twirled the bag around a bit to disperse it. He went over to the towel bar and hooked it on. As he came back, Ryan reached out to him and took him in his arms. He turned Travis around so he was facing the bulging enema bag. He held Travis close and moved his hand around to Travis’s front and slid his hand under the waistband to Travis’ cock encircling it and stroking it. He felt the warmth of Travis’s skin against his. Travis felt so good next to Ryan’s body. On Travis’s part, feeling Ryan next to him felt so good. Travis was still learning what it was like to be with another guy. Ryan’s warmth and touch only made him harder. Ryan put his mouth next to Travis’s ear, “You’re going to get an enema.” He stroked Travis as he said it. He could feel Travis tighten a bit. “A big, hot and soapy enema.” Travis let himself feel Ryan’s warmth and closeness. It felt amazing. His cock was throbbing and at this pint putting out pre-cum. “You want an enema, don’t you?”

Travis responded, “Yes, give me the enema.”

“Mmmm, a big enema to fill your belly and clean you out.” Ryan reached his other hand around and rubbed Travis’s belly while his other hand still edged him.

“Yes, yes, I want the enema. Give it to me.”

“I am and you’re going to take the whole bag.”

“Mmm, yes sir, even if I fuss, make me take it.”

“Absolutely. Now let’s get these undies off and give you what you need and want.” Ryan let go of Travis and Travis lowered his underpants and took them off. His erection stood straight forward. He pushed the undies away. “OK, down on knees and elbows.” Ryan directed Travis though he needed little direction.

Ryan admired Travis’s hot body. Travis got down with his head low and his ass high in the air. He spread his knees a bit bringing his pink boy rosebud in view. Ryan also noted that distinctive boy ass smell. He was so hot. Ryan kneeled behind Travis and put his hand on Travis’s back. He rubbed his friend’s back and then let his hand move to Travis’s bubble butt, his inner thigh and then once again grabbing and encircling Travis’s penis slowly stroked it. He heard Travis moan as he did it. “Good boy.” Ryan spread Travis’s cheeks to get a better look and a whiff. Soon the greased enema nozzle would be penetrating the hole.

Ryan reached for the enema nozzle. He aimed it into the tub and opened the clamp. After the air bled out, the stream of soapy water flowed. He closed the clamp and rested the nozzle over the tub edge. He reached for the tube of lube, opened it, and squeezed some on his finger and then greased the nozzle thoroughly. It was the douche nozzle. They certainly were not going to use the rectal one. He got a tissue and wiped his finger clean and took the nozzle in his hand. He spread Travis’s cheek again and aimed the nozzle for its target. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah” Travis announced with his head lowered. Ryan touched the nozzle to the rosebud.

“Open up.” Ryan exerted some pressure and pushed. Travis was tight but Ryan overcame any resistance, and the nozzle was swallowed up by Travis’s anus. Ryan played with it a bit, pushing it in and out and twisting it a bit to make sure it was seated as well as using it to pleasure Travis. Travis responded with moaning confirming it. Ryan reached up and rubbed his buddy’s back again and then reached under and stroked Travis a few more times. “How are you doing? Are you ready for your enema?”

“It feels so good. Yes. I’m ready. Give it to me.” With that Ryan reached for the clamp and opened it. There was the distinctive CLICK. Both boys waited in anticipation. After a pause, Travis felt the enema start to invade him. “It’s flowing. It feels really good.”

“At a boy. Open up and take your enema.” Ryan reached under and stroked Travis. “A good bag of hot, soapy water always feels so good.” Ryan could see Travis gyrating as the enema filled him. At times, his toes would curl, or he would make a thrusting motion, or move his head lower or higher.

“I’m beginning to feel full.”

“Do you want me to stop it?”

“Yeah, maybe for a minute.”

“OK.” Ryan reached for the clamp and shut it off. “Take some short quick breaths. My dad always told me to ‘pant like a doggy’.” Travis followed the instructions and started to pant. He looked so cute. Ryan knew exactly what he was experiencing having been in Travis’s position many times in the past. He rubbed Travis’s back. “How is it? Any cramps?”

“No, just feeling full.”

“OK, you can hold it. This is a standard 2-quart bag. Tell me when you want me to start it again.”

“OK. I think you can open it.” Ryan reached and opened the clamp. “Just a little more to go. You can do it. Remember to pant like a doggy.” Travis followed the recommendation. Ryan reached and stroked Travis to help distract him as well as fucking him with the nozzle.

“Is it over. I’m really getting full.” There was a bit more desperate quality to Travis’s question.

“Just a little more. Come on Travis, you can do it.”

“I want to, but I am full.” Ryan looked. There was a little bit left in the bag. He reached for the bag and took it off the hook and lifted it high in the air. “Let’s finish this off.” Travs looked at Ryan lifting the bag and got a bit scared. The bag emptied and there was a gurgle. Ryan reached for the clamp and closed it. He returned the bag to the hook. “It’s all in. Try to hold it a bit.”

“I’m full.”

“I know, but really try to hold it. It will work better. I’ll help you take your mind off it.” Ryan reached under. Travis had gotten a bit softer but with a couple of strokes, he was again hard. “Do you want to cum?”

“I may if you keep stroking me.”

“Do you want to?”

“Yeah”

“OK let yourself go then.” Ryan continued to stroke Travis. It did not take much to get the stud off. Travis began to moan. Ryan could not tell if it was because of the enema wanting out or Travis ready to shoot. Ryan learned quickly as he felt Travis’s penis get bigger and Travis start to thrust and moan more. Ryan moved the nozzle in and out to enhance the feeling.

“I’m going to cum.” Travis announced, though Ryan knew he was close. Ryan focused on stroking Travis but also took hold of the nozzle and moved it in and out of Travis’s ass. As he did, Travis started to moan louder and then there were the final cries, high pitched, and distinctive as Travis’s cock shot forth steams of white cum. He shot his load with force onto the towel under him. Ryan kept stroking to make sure to get all the cum out.

“Oh my God. That was amazing.” Travis moved his hand to Ryan’s hand to signal him to stop. Travis spoke through heavy breathing, now trying to return to a baseline. “Oh wow, that was amazing.”

“Wow, you definitely shot a good load.”

“Yeah, I felt the nozzle as you moved it, and it sent me through the roof. Probably one of the best orgasms I’ve had.” Travis paused. “But I do need to go. I’m really full and I think it wants out.”

“OK.” Ryan removed the nozzle and Travis got up, pivoted, and positioned himself on the toilet seat. It was not long before jets of enema water and shit came out. Travis was getting a very good clean out. He would breathe heavy, pause, and a gush would come out and then he would breathe again.

He looked at Ryan and smiled, “God, you give a good enema. It was better than the first time we did it.”

“You are a hot enema boy. The first time I think you were way more hesitant and didn’t know what to expect.” There was more expelling into the toilet.

“Yeah. This was amazing.”

“You doing OK?”

“Yeah, shitting my guts out, but it really feels good.”

“Yeah, enemas can be that way.”

“I’m sure you know; you’re more the expert.”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten my fair share.” Ryan sat on the tub edge. It was a moment of male-male bonding. Ryan liked having the intimate moments with Travis. He was happy they were able to reconnect. They had left off on a bad note. Ryan knew now that their relationship was repaired, and a new path was being forged.

After a bit, Travis reached for the toilet paper and cleaned himself. He got up and looked into the toilet, “Wow, that was a good clean out.” He reached for the handle and flushed the toilet. He got his underpants and put them back on and then washed his hands. He turned and looked at Ryan who was still sitting on the tub edge. “That was amazing. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

“Do you want to chill a bit?” Travis asked.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go to my room.” Travis led and Ryan followed, both boys in only undies and sox. Once in his room, Travis plopped on the bed on his back pulling the pillow under his head. “Come next to me.” Ryan had been hesitant. He welcomed the invitation. He got in bed and adjusted the pillows but kept a safe space between himself and Travis. Travis looked at Ryan, “No, come close to me, please. I want to feel you next to me.” Ryan was only too happy. He had initially been hesitant not knowing Travis’s level of comfort. “Your body feels so great.” Travis had a big smile on his face.

“Have you been with a guy before?” Ryan did not know Travis’s experience.

“Actually, no. I mean I’ve jerked a guy off at school and he jerked me off, but never like this. Besides after the enema, I really feel closer to you.” Travis curled up to Ryan and nestled his head on Ryan’s shoulder and his body tightly against Ryan’s and his arm across Ryan’s chest holding him close. Before Ryan knew it, Travis was fast asleep.

Ryan felt the warmth of Travis’s body next to his and could see his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath; he seemed so comfortable. Travis was quite the hunk and it felt really good with him next to Ryan. Ryan tried to process all that had happened from first seeing Travis at the corner on his bicycle to their conversation in the family room, and finally to giving Travis the enema and jerking him off to orgasm. It was a lot to take in and process. His eyes got heavy and soon Ryan, too was asleep. It was not the end of their play.