By: SCS

After the weekend of visitors the realization that the end of our semester was approaching began to hit us. Extra review for finals and concentration on semester projects occupied most of the time. It was Friday afternoon and Mic had just left for his last weekend ROTC camp and Dan had gone home for the weekend so that left George and I “batchin it”.

George hung pretty close, we went to dinner together and he seemed to be kind of down. I figured it was because he was alone for the weekend so I made it a point to buddy up with him. I suggested since Mic was gone I needed somebody to double up with for rub downs, “how about it?” He agreed, but said he had to call home first.

After his call home, he came to the room and really seemed down. I asked him if there was something wrong. He said, “Mom’s coming down here tomorrow.”

I commented, “That’s nice, what’s the occasion?”

He answered angrily, “No it’s not nice. I’ve been bound up for a few days, so she is coming down to give me an enema. I hate that, it was one thing when I was a little kid for her to give me enemas, but now I’m full grown. I hate stripping down and being naked in front of her and what’s more enemas give me a hardon and it is embarrassing to have her see that and it would be even more embarrassing if I were to cum all over the place in front of her.”

I was somewhat taken aback with this answer and tried to calm him, “I’m sure your mother doesn’t mean to embarrass you, she just has a mother’s concern for her only son and she loves you.”

He hesitated a little then he stammered, “But, I just… I don’t know how to say it, I don’t mean to, but I… do you suppose…”

I suddenly realized what he was trying to say, so I said, “George, you know, I’ve been bound up for a coupla days myself and been thinking about an enema, why don’t we help each other out with one. That wouldn’t be embarrassing would it? Then you could call your mother and tell her she doesn’t have to come.”

Very relieved, he answered, “I didn’t know how to ask, I didn’t want to put you on the spot, but if we are both gonna... I’ll call her back right now.”

I asked, “Do you think you ought to wait until after?”

He said, “Nooo, I want to call her off right now before she gets too many plans made. When are we going to do it?”

I answered, “the sooner the better, how about right away before our shower?”

Very relieved he answered, OK and went off again to call his mother.

While he was away I got the box down out of the closet, it was getting to be kind of shop worn, but still gave it’s ominous presence. I got the bag out, assembled the outfit and spread out a towel on the bed. George came bounding in and announced, “she bought it, but I’ve got to call her back afterwards and assure her it happened and that it worked.”

I said, “Great, I’ve got everything ready, just waiting for us.”

I sat down and started taking off my shoes and socks and George started unbuttoning his shirt and asked, “who’s going to be first, we gonna flip a coin or what?”

I chuckled and said, “we are both going to be getting it for about the next hour, so who starts it doesn’t really matter much. You can start on me first if you want to, I don’t care.”

He answered, “I’ve had a bunch of enemas, but I’ve never given one. I’ve wanted to ever since I saw you giving one to Mike. I think I know how though.”

I said, “well, don’t worry about it, I can coach you if you need it”. I finished undressing and stretched out on the towel.

George stripped down to his skivvies, went over to the bag and took down the hose and nozzle, “never thought I’d get a chance to use this on you”.

“What’s so special about me?”, I asked.

“Being an army guy and all, kinda macho”, he answered.

I wanted to come back with him being a special good lookin rich boy, but I decided not to. He started toward me with the nozzle in hand and I said, “Whoa, gotta do some lubin before you go on with that!”

He said, “oops”, draped the hose over the doorknob and scooped a big dollop of Vaseline on his middle finger. The next thing I felt was my butt being spread and his finger gingerly spreading lube around my anus. “OK, it’s goin in” and I felt it slowly and carefully entering. When he was all the way in, he spread my butt a little more so he had room to twist around and move in and out easily. During this routine he hit my hot spot a few times and I responded with a raging hardon. “Think that’s enough?”, he asked.

“Yeah! Any more and I’m gonna cum all over you”, I answered.

He quickly withdrew his finger, wiped it off on the towel and retrieved the nozzle from the doorknob. The next thing I felt the cold nozzle pressing dead center against my anus. “You’ll have to press a little harder to get it in past the muscle”, I told him. He pushed harder and I could feel the bulbous end of the nozzle ease it’s way in and once past the muscle it slipped quickly in full length right up to where it connected to the hose.

“Oops! Did I push too hard?”, he asked hastily.

“Nahh, it’s OK, but you will have to hold it in there until it is all done you know”, I added, “you can turn it on any time now, you don’t have to wait.” He reached up to the hose shut off, there was the telltale click and shortly I felt a surge of warmth spread around inside. He used his free hand to lightly rub my back, buttocks and thighs. After a few minutes the pressure began to build and I began to wiggle my toes and asked him to pinch the hose until the wave passed. He complied quickly and after a few deep breaths I told him to let it go again. After a couple more minutes as gravity pulled the last of the water out of the bag there was a sucking sound as it went down the hose. George reached up and clamped off the hose. That signaled the end of the enema, but I told him to hold off a little before withdrawing the nozzle, to let the water work a little.

George asked, “Did that strain you bad?”

I answered, “No, that warm feeling inside felt kind of good”.

He rambled on, “Slipping that nozzle in and out is the fun part, waiting for the water to run in just kinda makes me feel bad for you.”

I observed, “By the look of that bulge in your skivvies, you don’t feel too bad about it.”

“I’m just looking forward to watching that nozzle while I pull it out of you”, he candidly admitted.

I said, “Well go ahead, have your fun, but ease it out slowly or it will dribble.” He spread my butt and pulled the nozzle slowly then gently eased it out passed the muscle and on out without the first drop escaping. The first bag full was over and I quickly grabbed the towel and dashed across the hall.

I was a little surprised at George’s candor describing how he felt about giving me an enema. I suppose there is a certain vicarious thrill about someone submitting to having their most private area probed and penetrated, but I guess I just never had the same feelings about it.

After a few relieving minutes I finished up, tucked the towel around me and went back to the room. George had everything set up and ready and was reading the instruction card from the box.

“How’d it go?”, he asked..

“Fine, I’m beginning to feel better already”, I said.

He went on, “I see by your towel, your hardon is gone, what did you do?”

“Nuthun, it just went away, what did you think”, I answered.

He came back with, “I wish mine would… I’ve been reading the instruction card and it looks like we’ve been doing everything right.”

I agreed, “Yup, right by the book… Are you ready?”

He said, “I’ve been looking at that nozzle, that’s a pretty wicked looking puppy. The one my mother uses on me is a little straight thing just a couple inches long.”

I answered, “That’s all we got, except for that tube on Dan’s… or we could have your mother come down with her’s.”

He quickly said, “Oh, forget that, let’s get on with what we got.”

I smiled and said, “OK then, spread out your towel and get ready.” He complied and crawled up, face down on the bed. I had seen him naked many times, but had never paid much attention to him. He was not very tall, maybe 5’-7”or 8”, nicely proportioned, weighing about 150 lbs. good solid muscular legs and a little round “bubble butt”. He had strong, angular, Greek features and a fine, clear complexion that gave him a handsome almost “pretty boy” look. Spreading his little bubble butt revealed his little pink puckered anus. I spread a little lube around on the surface then gently slipped my finger on through that tight little muscle and worked the lube around devilishly rubbing the prostate hot spot on each pass. I finally withdrew and prepared to insert that dreaded, wicked nozzle.

I asked, “Are you ready?” I placed the bulbous end against the little pink pucker and told him, “Relax and breathe deep here it comes.”

As it entered past the muscle he let out a high pitched, “Yiiieeee!!!”. It slipped on in partway and stopped, verifying that he was pretty bound up.

I said, “Did that hurt you, I tried to be as gentle as I possibly could?”

He answered, somewhat strained, “A little, but it’s OK now.”

I added, “That’s as far in as it is going to go this time, it’s run into some interference in there, You must be bound up pretty good.” He said it had been a few days, so his mother was right about him needing a cleaning out. I reached up and clicked the hose clamp open and the water began to flow.

He commented, “That warm water, does give you a nice warm feeling inside doesn’t it?”

I responded, “Yeah, but you are pretty full in there, you will probably be getting some pressure pretty quick. You may not be able to take the whole bag full this time. Let me know when you get pressure and I’ll shut it off, then if it doesn’t pass, we’ll quit there and let you go and get rid of it. We may not able to count this first bag.”

He acknowledged saying, “That’s OK, I’m not getting very much pressure yet. Oh, yes I am now!!! Shut it off!!!”

I quickly clamped off the hose and asked, “Is the pressure passing?” he shook his head “no” so I gently began to ease the nozzle out. It came out with just a small squirt, and he hastily grabbed the towel and went across the hall.

Shortly he came back and flopped down on the bed. I apologized saying, “I’m sorry, I’m afraid that didn’t go too well.”

He answered, “Oh yes it did, it brought out a pretty good load.”

I asked, “More than just water?”

He said, “Yeah, a lot more!”

I said, “That’s good, why don’t we let you rest a little before we go on?”

He responded, “Nahh, I wanna get going on you.”

I had already refilled the bag and got everything set up, so I crawled up on the bed and laid down on my back, with my hands behind my neck and said, “OK, go to it.”

He said, “Oh, that’s right this one is on your back.”

I joshed, “Yup, this is the time you get to play with my cock and balls.”

He was kind of offended and answered, “I’m not gonna play with them, just lift them up out of the way, like you do.”

I had already raised my knees up and spread my legs. He got a finger full of Vaseline, and shyly cupped my cock and balls with his left hand while he inserted his lubed finger and worked it around inside. I don’t think he knew about the prostate hot spot from the way he was rubbing around it.

He pulled his finger out and slowly lowered his handful, carefully let go, took his hand away and said kind of angrily, “There, was that playin?”

I answered genially, “You don’t need to get huffy about it, I was just teasing you, I wouldn’t care, if you did play with ‘em a little. I give guys a playful flip once in awhile.” In the mean time he had retrieved the hose and nozzle, lubed it and again cupped my balls and raised them up out of the way. He eased the nozzle tip in then slipped it on in full length, released his handful and clicked the hose clamp on.

He said in a hurt tone, “Do you think I’m a homo or something?”

I quickly answered, “Heck no, I wouldn’t even let you near me naked if I thought that. I’m sorry if it sounded that way, I apologize.”

He said, “It’s OK, I do like you a lot, but not that way.”

“I like you too, so let’s just drop it.” I answered. A couple minutes passed and the telltale gurgle announced the end, I raised my knees and he very properly eased the nozzle out, gave me a hand to sit up then I went across the hall.

When I returned he had the bag refilled and ready and he was lying on his back on the bed, knees up and spread. I said, ”Boy, you’re all ready and waiting.”

He answered, “Yeah, and it’s your turn to play with mine this time.”

I said sarcastically, “What do you think I am, a homo?”

He answered, ”No, but you said that sometimes you gave your buddies a flip, aren’t I a buddy?”

I said jokingly, “Of course you are, but it’s spontaneous and playful, not taking turns.”

He answered in a kind of disappointed tone,”Oh.”

I recognized his feelings, and playfully reached over, grabbed his hardon and shook it a few times.

He said, “You know, I’ve always wanted somebody to feel relaxed enough with me to do that.”

Smiling, I came back with, “Well, it’s gonna cost ya. Now let’s get on with your enema.” With this I went on with the lube routine and got the nozzle set and warned, “OK relax, here it comes.”

This time he just gave a kind of a quiet “Yike!” as it entered.

I asked quickly, ”Did that hurt?”

He answered, “Only for a second, it’s OK.”

I let go of his jewels and let them rest on the back of my other hand holding the nozzle in place and told him he could let his knees down. He said he was OK, so I released the hose clamp with its classic “Click” and the enema was under way.

While it was running, he asked, “Did any of your buddies ever give you an enema?”

I answered, “Only Mic, and that was because I had given him so many, I kinda needed to let him get even a little bit.”

He asked, “You mean you didn’t really need them, you just let him do it?”

I said, “Well, it’s like my old grandmother used to say, ‘needed or not a good flushing out never hurt anybody’.”

He asked again, “That’s not why you are having them now is it?”

I answered, “Not exactly, but I did want to help you out of your problem with your mother. I may not have had them otherwise, but enemas aren’t really that bad, and I don’t really have to sweat with you doin it.”

“You’re comfortable with me too then, right?”, he asked.

I answered, “Well, in the past hour, I’ve let you give me a couple of enemas, about the most personal thing I can think of, do you think I would have let you do that if I wasn’t? Stop worrying about it, just relax, hang loose.”

That sucking sound that signals the end of water running down the drain in the bathtub also signaled the end of the enema. I clicked the hose clamp closed and left the nozzle in for a coupla more minutes then withdrew it and gave him the nod to go.

I rinsed and refilled the bag, washed off and relubed the nozzle and hung it up. It just then dawned on me that I had just packed my own parachute. The third bagful was getting repetitive and almost boring, but it was also the most effective with the first two clearing the way for it to reach the higher levels, so I heaved a bored sigh and sat back to wait.

George came bounding back into the room, full of energy and saying how good he was feeling. I told him if he was setting up a campaign to skip his last one, to forget it. He said, “Oh no, I’m ready to go another round.”. I began to get the feeling that he was especially ready to go another round on me, and looking forward to some “jollys” out of it. But, I guess what ever it takes to get him through the enemas… “I see you have everything all set up and ready… Well, I’m ready, are you?”, and he dipped a finger full of lube from the jar, and waved it around almost like an obscene gesture. Without comment I crawled up on the bed and stretched out face down on the towel. I couldn’t help noticing his rigid hardon, but recognized that he might be embarrassed if I mentioned it. I spread my legs slightly and he spread my butt with his free hand and in one motion slipped his lubed finger full length into my anus. Then vigorously twisted it and worked it in and out. George was usually quiet and reserved, almost apologetic, but this sudden burst of action revealed the un-denied upbringing of a little rich boy. He continued his vigorous lubing until I was on the verge of a full orgasm and suggested that maybe that was enough. He said he was sorry, he kinda liked doing that and got a little carried away. He then took the nozzle, held it up kind of menacingly and said, “you ready?”

I nodded, “Go ahead.”

He asked, “Is it OK for me to practice putting this thing in and out a few times before I turn it on?”

I cautioned him, “If you really think you need practice, OK, but remember that I’ll be counting and I get one more turn at you next.”

He said sheepishly, “I really don’t need practice, I just like seeing that thing go up in you, could I just do it one extra time or two, please!”

I said, “Oh, go ahead, if you want to, I won’t count.” I don’t know why I agreed, just felt sorry for him I guess, or I just respected his candor in asking. I guess all rich boys have to do to get things is just ask. He plunged the nozzle fully in and out a few times, then after inserting it the last time he pumped in and out a few times and said, “here goes” and turned it on. Then he added a little contritely, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, getting my jollys at your expense. isn’t the way to treat a buddy I guess I was afraid I might never get another chance.”

I punched him playfully and said, “It’s OK, but you’ve got me so horny now that I’m considering putting something bigger, longer and harder up in you a few times.”

He responded, “I guess I’d have to let you--.”

I playfully punched him a couple of times and said, “You know I wouldn’t do that, don’t you?”

He was gently rubbing my back with his free hand and then he stopped and put his head down with his forehead on the small of my back and said in a broken voice almost crying, “you got that big old nozzle up in you right now filling you up with water and stressing you out, when you don’t really need it, all because of me.”

I fired back, “Knock it off, what do you want me to do, beat up on you?”

“I’d deserve it”, he agreed.

I snapped, ”Oh, cut the crap, don’t you know anything about being a buddy? Besides that thing gurgled empty a couple of minutes ago, and I am really gonna beat up on you if you don’t let me get across the hall, pronto!!!”

He said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” He hurriedly pulled the nozzle out without closing the hose clamp and it sprinkled the water left in the hose around on the towel. I quickly got up, put the towel around me, gave him a couple of quick playful jabs and dashed across the hall.

When I returned he had everything ready for his last round and said, “You’re not mad at me?”

I said, “Heck no, not if you get up there and stretch out on that towel and let me get some revenge”, and I gave his bare balls a quick flip as he went by.

He gave me a sly smile and said, “OK, I’m ready.”

I routinely lubed him, slipped the nozzle in and opened the hose clamp.

“Aren’t ya gonna practice on me?” he asked.

I responded, “Do you want me to?”

He quickly answered, “Nooo!!”

I answered, “I don’t really need any practice, can’t you tell, I’ve had that nozzle up in about everybody but you, up until now? That big dude kinda hurts a little goin in doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, but it’s kind of a good kinda hurt.”, he observed.

About that time he got a strained look and I pinched the hose until he relaxed, “is it about done”, he asked?

“Yeah, enough that we can call it done” and I reached over and snapped the hose clamp closed. “turn over, you’re going to hold it for a coupla minutes more.” I let go of the nozzle and it immediately slipped out to the muscle, then I went to the sink and ran the hot water over a wash cloth until I could hardly hold it, then I wrung it out a little and brought it over and dropped it over his hardon and held it around his balls and squeezed it around his dick, gave it a couple of quick pulls and with that nozzle pressing against his hot spot it unloaded big time. He gasped and then gave a big sigh of relief. I held it up while I wiped off the head then let it drop onto his balls all spent and soft.

He said quietly, “Nobody has ever been close enough to handle me like that before, I guess I got a real buddy.”

I quipped, “I can show your mother how to do that if you like?”

“Oh, shut up”, he snapped.

I eased the end of the nozzle out and gave him a little flick to take off across the hall. He grabbed the towel, but there was no hardon to cover up so he just tossed it onto the bed and went out the door.

I rinsed out the bag and hose and hung them up to dry, and about that time George came bursting back into the room. Inquiring, “you still got a hardon?”

I answered, “Heck yes, after all your practicing, it’s not going to go away by itself this time.”

He announced, “I’ve never handled another guys dick before, so yours is going to be my first, lie down on the bed.”. I did as he asked and he took a hot wash cloth and proceeded to gently relieve my balls of their load. Then without hesitation held the head of my cock up, squeezed it off and wiped it clean. He did this with the same casualness that Dan handled his twin in the shower the other day, and showed me that we had bonded with each other.

He said, “Before we shower, I want to call mom and tell her that it is all over and I am all fine again”, he went out into the hall to the phone and was gone for some time. When he returned he was all smiles and came bursting in and rushed at me and gave me a hug and said, “have I got news!”

I didn’t know what had got into him, but I sat down to listen to his “news”.

“Mom was so happy she didn’t know how to thank you enough, but before I got off the phone she and Dad figured out a way. During the Christmas holidays Dad is going to have the plane take you and me and any others we want, out to Pasadena when Illinois plays in the Rose Bowl. Dad has a connection out there that will take care of us, get the tickets and hotel rooms and supply a limo to take us around. We’ll go to the Rose Parade and all the celebrations, we’ll meet the team and go to their victory dinner, Dad knows the sponsor….”

I asked, “are your mother and dad going?”

He went on, “Mom won’t fly and she and Dad have other plans for New Years. But we’ll have a blast, and the plane will drop us off here at school on the way back.”

I asked, “won’t the pilots object to missing New Years?”

He dismissed that with, “that’s what they get paid for, but Dad will probably get them tickets to the game and they’ll have a rental car to get around, they won’t mind.”

He invited his roommate Dan and Dan’s twin, Don and my roommate, Mike. I won’t go into detail about the trip, but the five of us had the most spectacular New Years we have ever spent before or since. A posh hotel suite with all the food we could eat, great seats for the game, we even went to a party for the team on a 120 ft private yacht over to Avalon on Catalina Island and back.

We all benefited from the magnificent show of gratitude of his mother for my small friendly sacrifice for her son’s well-being and peace of mind. I guess it further proves my old grandmother’s saying, “needed or not, a good flushing out never hurt anybody.”

Epilogue[/b]

Dan flunked out at the end of his Freshman year. George moved into a single room by himself, but he still buddied around with Mike and I. My junior and senior years went fast and when I graduated, George moved into my place in our room with Mike for their senior year..

When I graduated I took a job with a multi-national company and traveled widely for several years. Mike married his high school sweetheart and they had two daughters. I eventually got married and had two sons. George‘s father retired and his business and mantle was passed down to George. It is hard to imagine quiet, peaceful little George in that role.