By: SCS

This is a continuation of two previous stories "Abrupt Introductions" an account of my early life in the Army and meeting my college roommate and his family "Bonded Buddies" about a visit to a Northwestern football game and a quiet weekend on our campus

After the short thanksgiving break and football season over, things settled down to a normal routine, not boring by any means, just routine. We still found plenty of reasons to drink beer at Kam's and pull panty raids at the sororities and women's dorms. Halloween costume parties and dances were annual affairs that also helped keep the routine interesting. Mike seemed to be acclimating quite well, he only had a couple of digestive episodes, once during midterms and another just prior to a twenty minute monologue in speech class. Neither Mike or I made a big deal out of the enemas and so even those episodes became routine

Until one night about 1:30 or 2:00 AM George came bounding into our room and shook me awake and said come on quick, Dan is real sick, got a bad stomach ache, he may need an enema. I pulled on a pair of shorts and went next door. Dan was lying on his back in bed with his knees up and kind of a strained expression on his face. I asked him to straighten out and put his knees down, but he said that made it hurt worse. I asked him where it hurt and he said it moved around a little, but mostly on the lower right side of his belly. I felt his forehead and he obviously had a fever. I told George to get some clothes on him while I called for an ambulance. I stepped out into the hall and phoned the desk clerk and told him to get an ambulance as quickly as possible, we had a guy in 326 that had a hot appendix.

When I got back in the room Dan had a pair of pants on and George was helping him into a shirt. A jacket and a pair of slippers and he was ready.

Dan said, "do you really think I have to go to the hospital?"

I affirmed, "yup, and as quick as possible, if we can get that appendix taken care of before it bursts it will be a couple day affair, however, if it bursts it could mess up the rest of the semester." I told him I had appendicitis when I was 10 years old and l had the same routine, knees up and moving pain mostly in the lower right, except my grandmother decided it was just gas and gave me an enema and the appendix burst. It was a big operation and my recuperation shot my whole summer vacation.

The ambulance attendants arrived and I explained the symptoms and they didn't hesitate a minute. They got him on a stretcher and down the service elevator and into the waiting ambulance without hesitation. George rode along in the ambulance to give the hospital all Dan's information. The ambulance pulled away with it's lights flashing and we went back up to our room and went back to bed. We didn't hear any more until George caught up with us at breakfast and told us that Dan had emergency surgery and they got his appendix out in time. They did congratulate us for our fast action. They said if we had waited until morning it would have ruptured for sure. They said he would be sleeping most of the day, but we could see him during visiting hours tonight.

Visiting hours were only until 8:00 PM so after dinner we skipped our showers and rub downs and went directly to the hospital. Dan was in a double room, but there was nobody in the other bed so they let all three of us up go up to see him. He was still a little groggy, but he was complaining that he was on a liquid diet for 24 hours so juice and soup was all he could have. He was hungry so I guess he was feeling better.

The doctor just checked in on him while we were there and was satisfied that everything was OK. The doctor said he was lucky to have friends that were knowledgeable enough to recognize the problem and get him to the hospital promptly. He asked which one of us was the local "doctor". Everyone immediately pointed to me so the doctor told me he wanted to see me about follow up before he would discharge Dan. The hour passed quickly and the bell rang for visitors to leave, so we told Dan we would see him the following night. We told him to leave the nurses alone and he just grumbled, "the nurses are all guys on this floor."

The walk back to the room took us right by Kam's so, of course, we had to stop for a quick beer. We revisited the whole incident from last night on and thanked god that Dan was OK. They asked what kind of follow up he would need after he got out of the hospital. I was pretty sure I knew, but I didn't speculate, I just said we would have to wait and see. Back at Lungren we put a note on the bulletin board about Dan's condition and that he was hoping to be back by the weekend.

The next couple evenings when we went to visit him, it was obvious he was getting better. The first day he was griping about the soft food diet, oatmeal, mashed potatoes and pudding yuck!! The next day was better, but he was still griping, now about the light diet, eggs, fruit, meat loaf, spaghetti and meat balls, yuck!!! The next day, no griping, he was getting out.

The night before he was to be released Dan said the doctor wanted to talk about the follow up. I told the others to go on to Kam's without me and I would see them back at the room. The doctor said that until the first week was up and the stitches were removed, he didn't want Dan straining at all. He could walk around a little and even have a shower, but no stairs. The doctor said he would call Lungren and arrange for his meals to be set up so they could be taken to his room to eat. No weight lifting or exercising!! He also said that while he was in the hospital they had been giving him enemas morning and night because they wanted his intestines clean and no straining on the toilet. He said this could be cut back to one a day and they could send a visiting nurse over, but Dan preferred to have me take care of that.. He said quietly that Dan was a little sensitive about enemas so to be discrete to avoid embarrassment. He said all his medication instructions and necessary accessories would be sent home with him along with a telephone number for questions. The doctor asked me to stay around for a few minutes, the orderly would be in to change his dressings and give him an enema and would show me how to do it.

The orderly was a personable young premed student, Kevin. The dressing was a 4" x 6" gauze patch with peal-and-stick adhesive around the edges and he showed how to remove it without pain. He said to take it off before a shower, then replace it with a clean dry one afterwards or without a shower the incision should be washed with warm soap and water. The enema bag and hose, they were sending, were natural latex color and very pliable so they could be folded and stored unobtrusively in the packet. Instead of a nozzle there was a 24" yellow colon tube about the same diameter as the hose, but very smooth and pliable. Also in the packet were a tube of lubricant and a bottle of antiseptic. Kevin didn't demonstrate with the packet materials, but with his regular equipment on the cart. He said not a full bag, just use about a quart of warm water and add a capful of antiseptic. He slipped on a rubber glove, lifted Dan's balls out of the way and applied lubricant to his anus. He then lubricated the full length of the colon tube generously and slipped it in about two inches. He said at this point the water should be started as it helped to guide the tube through the colon. He released the clamp and proceeded to inch the tube in a little at a time until it was fully inserted. Dan said it didn't hurt, but he could feel it moving around in him. After just a minute or two the water was gone and Kevin closed the clamp and holding a tissue around the tube slowly withdrew it cleanly, full length. Kevin then said, "that's about it, he can go and relieve himself any time he's ready. Any questions?" I didn't have any. He went on, "I guess he's going to be released tomorrow afternoon and all this will be done before he leaves, so all you will have to do is take care or him on Saturday, Sunday and Monday that will be the week and he will be coming back on Tuesday to have his stitches out."

As I left I hollered into the bathroom, "bye Dan, see you tomorrow."

He answered, "OK, see ya."

Friday afternoon a university station wagon delivered Dan back to Lungren, they put him in a wheel chair and brought him up to the third floor in the service elevator. He was glad to be back and had a lot of visitors right away all wishing him well. George brought up a tray with his dinner and he ate every scrap without a complaint. Later in the evening we all gathered around and played pinochle until after midnight.

Saturday morning George got up and brought Dan his breakfast, then we all went our own ways, running errands, research at the library, working out in the gym or just studying in the room. Saturday evening there was a foreign art (nudie) film festival at Lincoln Hall and, of course, Kam's afterwards. I opted to stay back with Dan. After everyone was gone for the evening, I asked Dan if he wanted some help to shower. He said he thought he could manage, but wouldn't mind having some company incase. I suggested he have his enema before the shower, just in case, he agreed.

He got undressed while I assembled the contents of the packet, filled and lubricated it. I made use of the similar robe hook on his closet door. I turned to him and jokingly said, "oh you're Dan Burkhart, I recognize the balls."

He laughingly said, "after the next few days you will have something else to recognize me by."

I pushed the button and locked the door and said, "don't want to forget that, George walked in on Mike and I one evening and got quite a show."

Dan said, "I know he told me."

I responded, "that little blabber mouth."

Dan added, "I think I'm the only one he told."

I retorted, "better be, if he spread it around, we'll just have to give him one and invite the whole floor to watch."

He raised his knees and spread them and I raised his cock and balls out of the way and plunged a lubed finger up in him. I worked it around then pulled out and inserted the tube a couple of inches. Before I released his balls I said, "I feel some stirring there, evidently they weren't desensitized by that crab deal after all."

He responded, "nope, it still springs to life pretty regular, whether I want it to or not."

I released the hose clamp and said , "I'm glad you still are in a good humor with a hose up your butt" and I proceeded to work it in farther and farther until it was all the way in him.

While the bag was emptying it became very obvious that that horse sized member of his was not desensitized, it was up to full size and length and raised up off his belly and aimed menacingly at his face. I observed, "I hope you got the safety on, that thing looks like it is about to go off."

He answered, "I wish it would, it needs relief more than my guts do."

About that time the bag gurgled as the last of the water went down the hose. I said, "that gurgle just announced that you've been hosed." I wrapped a tissue around the tube and slowly pulled it out. It was hard to believe that that whole length had been up in him. I said, "OK go when you are ready."

He answered quickly, "I'm ready now!" He bumped his nose on the door forgetting it was locked, then made straight away across the hall. I cleaned up the rubber goods, folded and packed them away in the packet and put it back in the drawer where he had it.

Dan came back in the room, with his hardon still pointing a little north of horizontal. He said, "Kevin had another little trick he didn't show you."

"Oh, what's that?" I asked carefully.

"He would take a hot wash cloth and wrap it around my dick and give it a few quick pulls and relieved all the pressure in my balls" he explained.

I responded, "can't you do that yourself?"

He answered, "big boys don't do that to themselves."

I responded, "big boys don't do that to other big boys either. I helped you get crabs off your balls, because you couldn't do it yourself. I'm giving you enemas because you can't do it yourself. I'm not a homo and I don't get jollys from messing with your private parts He begged, "I know you're not a homo, but I'm asking you, please, I know I can do it, but I feel like a jerk confessing that."

I said, "Oh OK, but I'm warning you it will cost you someday." So we proceeded like he described and he came like a stallion and I could see why he was desperate."

I took off his dressing and we both went to the showers. He very carefully washed his incision. It was only a couple inches long, seemed like his enemas were a bigger deal than his surgery. After our showers, we went back to his room and I patted the incision area dry and put on a new dressing. My follow up job was complete for tonight.

Dan commented, "George says that you and Mike give each other rubdowns every night."

I answered, "Yeah, we do. Are you trying to tell me that you want a rub down now?"

He responded, "I'm not asking, but it sure would be nice, would you?"

I said, "I guess, but I don't think it would be too much strain to have you give me one too".

He answered, "I'll give you one, I give good rubdowns, my brother and I give each other rub downs all the time."

I asked, "You got a brother?"

He answered, "Yeah, a twin, Don, we're identical twins."

I responded, "not any more, you now have an appendicitis scar"

He chuckled, "Yup, with our pants off you will be able to tell us apart."

I quipped, "I got a pair of twin cousins, but it's no problem telling them apart, she has a bigger butt than he does. Let's go over to our room for our rub downs, we got the lotion and all the stuff over there."

We got the stuff out, he stretched out on my bed and I used Billy's technique straddling him as I massaged his neck and shoulders. He said kind of jokingly, "you've got good strong fingers and that feels great, but your dick dragging up and down the crack of my butt with each move worries me a little."

I quipped back, "you've got nothing to worry about as long as it's hanging down dragging, it's when it stops hanging down that you better start worrying, you're still lubed up you know."

He quickly came back, "I know, that's what worries me."

I quipped, "well, don't worry, if anything happens, I'll be very gentle." Leaving him with that comforting thought, I slid down and began working on his back. His work outs had given him well developed, firm muscles that were well defined for massaging. When I worked my way down to his butt, it was hard as granite, I gave it a flick and said, "are you still worrying?" He answered that he wasn't and immediately relaxed. I massaged and kneaded his glutes and worked on down his thighs and calves.

When I was massaging the bottoms of his feet and between his toes, he said, "you know that you are making me purrr don't you?"

I responded, "as long as that's all, that's good". I gave his butt a flick and told him to flip over. He did and I again straddled him to work on his neck and shoulders, putting me in a vulnerable position. I joked, "now I'm the one that ought to be worrying, keep that horse cock for fillies in heat."

He quipped, "relax, we defanged that thing earlier, remember?"

I chuckled at his terminology. I massaged his pecks and abs, but steered clear of his incision area. Then I plugged in the vibrator and went from his forehead to his toe tips being careful not to wake that defanged one. Just as I was finishing, the guys returned and were griping about the movie nudity. Italian movie nudity wasn't half as good a French movie nudity.

"French movies have lots of big bare breasted girls flopping their tits around in nice long scenes. Italian movies you are lucky to get a quick glimpse of a bare tit on a girl galloping by on a race horse at night", everyone agreed. no more Italian movies, not worth the buck. We then started a game of pinochle that lasted until the wee hours of Sunday morning. Dan and I cleaned them good, their beer kind of fogged their playing. Sunday morning we all slept in, and joined the group walking over to Newman for 11:00 o'clock mass. It was a high mass with all the extras it took until almost 12.30. We did manage to get back in time for Sunday dinner at Lungren. Someone had brought Dan's dinner up to him and he had already finished eating.

Sunday afternoon was just lazy, some studying, some napping, some chatting. Father Cooney dropped in to see Dan for a few minutes, but that was about it. Since there was no food service on Sunday evening George and Mike joined a group going to Kam's for burgers. I stayed back with Dan so they said they would bring us something.

While they were away, we took the opportunity to quickly get his enema, shower and fresh dressing over with so when they returned we were all done and ready for the chow they brought back. Most of the group had gone on down town to a movie, but George and Mike came back and we listened to a football game on the radio and played some more pinochle. Tomorrow was a regular class day so we packed it in about 11:00. The guys got ready for their showers and were surprised to find that we already had ours and Dan's routine was over. Just one more day to go and Dan will get his stitches out and become a regular student again.

Monday was a routine day, Dan had to stay in the room one more day. He was feeling much stronger and wishing he could go to classes, but we brought him his meals and he studied most of the day so he wouldn't be behind when he was able to go back.

In the evening after dinner, we had all gathered in Dan's room and I suggested that George and Mike go next door to our room to study and leave Dan and I alone to take care of his routine one last time. They didn't comment and just left quietly. I told Dan to strip down and spread the towel out on the bed while I got the bag ready. I had the bag filled and hung up on the closet hook and Dan was stretched out on the towel when there was a knock at the door.

It was George, he needed his accounting notebook. I told him to come on in and get it. He came in, glancing around taking everything in, and got his notebook from his desk. He said "how you guys doing?"

I told him, "we haven't got started yet, but we are about ready as soon as you leave." He got the idea and left without comment, and I closed and latched the door.

When George went back next door, Mike asked, "well, did you get to see anything?"

George snapped back, "I didn't go over there to peek, I needed my accounting notebook."

Mike answered, "Oh yeah, I know."

George snapped, "Well, I did, and anyway they weren't doing anything, they were still getting ready. I did see something though, they had an enema bag hung up on the closet and it was all filled up and ready. It was different, it didn't have a plastic nozzle, instead it had a long yellow tube, kinda rounded on the end."

Mike responded, "that's a colon tube, mom has one of those, she got it when Rob had his appendix out. She's never used it on me, but she used it on Rob several times. Was it pretty long?"

George answered, "I don't know how long, but it was coiled up in three or four coils and hanging on the hook."

Mike added, "Mom's was almost a yard long and she put the full length of it up into Rob."

George with a shiver, "Gives me the willies to think about it. That whole thing up in…"

Mike went on, "Rob didn't seem to mind, he said it wasn't as bad as that big old knobby black plastic nozzle that she usually used."

George answered, "I don't think I would like that one either, but let's stop talking about it, I'm getting all ‘goose pimply' ."

Mike told me later that they studied for awhile and George was all restless.

George asked, "I wonder how much of that is up in him now?"

Mike answered, "Beats me, your guess is as good as mine. Why are you sweatin it so?"

George answered, "We're roommates and I feel for him, aren't you and Dave buddies. I would just like to be over there holding his hand or helping him someway. He's a big macho athlete, with a hard muscular body and having anything stuck up his ass would be degrading and humiliating."

Mike sneered, "Maybe if you held that horse cock of his he would feel better, it's probably all big and hard right now."

George snapped, "You bastard, I've never touched him, what kind of homo do you think I am? Just because I sympathize with his feelings."

Mike said apologetically, "I apologize, George, I didn't mean anything by that, you're a good guy, it was a mean thing to say, I'm sorry. I was just trying to make a joke to change your mood. By the way, did you feel bad for me when you saw me getting an enema the other day?"

George responded quickly, "I sure did feel bad that I embarrassed and humiliated you by seeing that. I should have closed the door and left the moment I saw what was happening."

Mike asked, "The moment you saw what was happening, you had seen the whole thing, whether you stayed or not after that, made no difference. Like I told you, we've both had enemas and know what they are, why should I be humiliated?"

George came back with, "Then why did Dave kick us out when Dan was going to have one?"

Mike answered, "Oh boy, I guess if you don't witness it, you are never sure it really happened, so he wouldn't be embarrassed."

George speculated, "It's probably all the way up in him now and the water is probably running into him."

Mike out of patience, "If you feel so bad for him, why don't you go next door and hold his cock for him, I'm sure that would make him feel better."

George said angrily, "Oh shut up!"

Mike responded, "I feel bad for him too, we can sympathize with him later, worrying about him minute to minute isn't going to help."

George said, "Listen! I just heard the door shut. It must be over and it's out of him. Oh, that's great, let's get ready to shower with them."

They set aside their studying, got ready and went in to the showers. Dan was just coming out of the toilet stall. George was overcome and grabbed him and hugged him. Dan acted surprised, I understood his feelings but I was glad there was nobody around seeing them hugging naked.

George asked, "You OK buddy?"

"Yeah, I just got one problem.". Dan answered, looking down at his cock pointing straight out. He added, "Dave has a little trick I'll have to tell you." We all chuckled and went into the showers.

In the shower George said, "Is that little cut, your operation? Dave you didn't need those great big dressings, a band aid would have taken care of that!"

Dan quipped, "it's not very big, but it's got 4 stitches and caused me to have about a dozen enemas, so don't make fun of it, I'm real glad it isn't any bigger."

George said, "Well, at least it isn't going to mess up your washboard abs."

The next day at the hospital they took out those 4 stitches and gave Dan a clean bill of health. Now he's back eating in the dining room, lifting weights, climbing stairs and straining all he wants to on the toilet.