I had a friend, Joe, on the east coast I used to visit several times a year for some male-to-male enema sessions. We often experimented with different things. This is one of the true things we did.
One morning while visiting, he woke me up early with a rectal temp taking. This was followed by several good cleansing enemas. Afterwards, I put on some shorts and joined him at the breakfast table for a light breakfast. We read the paper and chatted for a few hours, and then out of the blue, he said he wanted to do a "clean poop test" on me. I didn't know what he meant and he said I would find out. He led me back to my bedroom and had me strip off my shorts and briefs while he went back to the kitchen. I laid on the bed curious about what he had on his mind. He came back carrying a bowl with three regular hot dogs (uncooked), Vaseline, and a glycerin suppository. He had me assume position face down and he lubricated the hot dogs and inserted them one by one all the way into my rectum. He had washed the hot dogs with Dawn and cold water first. They were cold but still firm when he inserted them. It was a little bit of an undertaking to get them inserted without breaking or mashing but he got them inside me. He then inserted his finger in my rectum to make sure all three "dogs" were well inside the rectal vault. Then he took the suppository and inserted that into my rectum, pushing it in as far as it would go with his finger and then holding it in place for a minute or two. After wiping my anus, he had me put on my shorts and follow him to the breakfast table where he had me sit and wait. The longer the dogs and suppository stayed in my rectum, the stronger the urge got. Finally I told him I had to let it out. He took me back to the bedroom, had me strip off my shorts and assume a knee-chest position face down. He put an old plastic dishpan between my legs and told me to have a bowel movement. He didn't have to tell me twice. All three dogs came out fairly quickly and into the pan. Of course, they came out clean since having had the enemas earlier that morning.
Then he said he had one more test to do and told me to remain on the bed. He took the pan away and came back a short time later with the pan, a bowl with three more hot dogs (he had discarded the first ones), and a vintage enema bag filled with 2 quarts of hot, soapy water. Again, he lubed the cold hot dogs and inserted them one by one into my rectum. Then he inserted the black bat-shaped nozzle and proceeded to give me the soapsuds enema. I recall having a dickens of a time trying to hold the enema with the hot dogs filling my rectum. By the time the bag was empty, I told Joe I was going to lose it. He quickly had me assume the knee-chest, face down position, pulled the nozzle out and placed the pan between my legs. Immediately I let go with a blast, the hot dogs shooting out like torpedoes and the enema water following after, with Joe observing the spectacle. Afterwards, he talked about the comparison between hot dogs coming out with a suppository vs them coming out with an enema. It was a no-brainer figuring which method worked faster, but it was kinky fun. We enjoyed additional enemas that evening and the next morning and then I returned home.
What was your favorite kinky fun enema remembered?