I see that too Cheryl. Like, "Hey ya'll, see if this ain't some kind of happy?"
Our bag, hose and red colon tube was simply in a box under the towels, in the bath room cabinet. As a naturally curious kid anyway, I studied everything in depth, including myself. Some reason, I thought it was a girl's thing, so I asked my neighbor girl friend that was lots of fun, what she knew about it. Not wanting me to get too personal, she simply said it was for putting soapy water inside you body sometimes and wash it that way, too. Having had my mouth washed with soap a few times, I said, Eew uh. Well, it is, she said and added that her parents seemed to like it. Maybe a week later, we were outside kissing in the dark and holding each other tightly.. Taking a breather and wanting some conversation, she asked me if I had investigated the contents of the box under the towels. I told her just exactly about the dimensions of everything in it. But did you put any water in it? Was her seemingly innocent question. I had a raging boner and just wanted to somehow blend with her. Me, "soapy water? Nnaww." Her, Well just plain warm water then,,, (hint),, But me Thinking a cold drink would be better, I asked why would I want to drink warm, you mean Hot water? Her, "No, just try some barely warm." My boner was gone and I was getting up into my mind, squinting my eyes. She asks me for a kiss and does not just take one. Our lips meet and she slides he tongue in too. Then we hear the signal for us to come inside, for the night. And that was it. I struggled to complete my home work. Overwhelmed with lust that I interpreted as love, all I thought of was her. That thing in the box had even less chance than my home work in my mind. But maybe two days later, because of her prompting, my curiosity was allowed to take another look at things and even put water into it, making a mess by not clamping it off. Now I saw the need to fix it onto the towel bar at the end of the tub. Still i'm a keeping her, the picture of innocents. Believe it or not, I put the tube in my mouth and learned to let it run into my stomach without drinking and felt accomplished. But the idea of washing with soap slipped into my thoughts too. And I put it all away. With that I realized my butt was next.
Eventually, I nervously made soapy warm water and bulged the bag with it. Now With this, I will wash my insides, I thought. So, with its promise hanging on the towel bar, I worked the tip of the tube into my butt and turned the water loose to wash me inside. I thought of my little lamb, encouraging me to discover, and with all my senses on high alert. The squirt was amazing and I sprung a mighty boner. The delight overwhelmed me, and I realized she was the rinse causing this indescribable goodness inside me. Leaning back against the wall, soaking her up, I began to get heavy and moaned for her.