LOADS MAGAZINE/May 1987 -- From Super Stud BBB =======================
DUNCAN
A few years ago, I was a young US Air Force physician assigned to a small detachment of men at the international airport in Bermuda. Also on the island was a unit of the British Black Watch Regiment assigned as a ceremonial guard to the island's governor. It too had a medical officer assigned, and he and I covered for each other during days off and vacations back to our respective countries. It was a great assignment with much free time and a constantly changing population of interesting men who came as tourists.
One Friday morning I was conducting the usual light sick call by myself as I had given my corpsman a long weekend. As the British doctor was away, I had been seeing his soldiers as well as mine. The first patient I called in to my office was Corporal Duncan MacIver from the Black Watch. He was 23 years old, about 6'2", well-built with broad shoulders, auburn hair, and a bushy red moustache. He was in summer uniform consisting of a khaki shirt with its sleeves rolled up, his Black Watch tartan kilt, and knee-length socks. He was well-tanned and his exposed arms and legs were richly covered with dark red hair. I had never seen this handsome hunk before, but instantly decided that I wanted to see him again. He took a seat beside my desk, and I asked him what brought him in this morning. He embarrassedly replied that he was constipated and in a great deal of discomfort, not having been to the toilet for three days. I went to the cabinet, laid out a large cotton sponge, on which I placed two glycerine suppositories and a healthy dollop of surgical lubricant. This I placed before the corporal, instructing him to go into the john, lubricate both the suppositories and his finger, and insert them as far into his rectum as he could reach; and return to the waiting room and wait for the suppository to take effect, retaining them as long as possible. He shifted uncomfortably in the chair and said, "Sir, I've never done that before--can't you just give me some medicine instead?" I responded with a firm "No," placed the sponge in his big hand, and directed him to the bathroom.
The next two patients were uninteresting with minor complaints and used up about half an hour. I then called Corporal MacIver back into the office and asked what effect the suppositories had had. He replied that it had caused a lot of discomfort and that he had expelled them, but that he had had no bowel movement. While feigning disappointment, I was secretly pleased as I anticipated his next course of treatment. I have a real thing for men's asses, and this one held particular promise. I directed him to kneel on the end of the examining table with his chest on the table and his hands gripping its sides and went to the cabinet for an examining glove and the lubricant. Once I had secured these items, I turned and saw that he had done as I had instructed. He was perfectly positioned with his butt raised high in the air, but his modesty still protected by the pleated kilt. He had turned his head toward me, and watched nervously as I slowly slipped my right hand into the glove, savoring his uncomfortable anticipation. I stepped behind him and quickly raised the kilt, turning it back across his waist. As Black Watch members take particular pride in wearing nothing under their kilts, especially in the warm Bermuda climate, I was immediately greeted by a sight that would send any ass man into ecstasy. His two beautifully proportioned muscular cheeks, white in comparison with his beach-tanned legs, were covered with an ample covering of soft fur. Between them was an open crevice whose delights were completely obscured by a thick growth of dark red hair, and below was suspended a pair of balls whose size matched the size of the man. Plainly visible below the sack was the head of his thick penis, barely covered by a snug foreskin.
"Just relax. This will not hurt as long you do as I tell you," I said and proceeded to separate the anal hair with my gloved hand, revealing his tightly puckered opening, pink and inviting. After stopping to generously lubricate my middle finger, I gently massaged the opening until I felt him partially relax. Inserting the tip of my finger, I told him to push it out, and as he did so, my finger easily slipped past his sphincter causing him to catch his breath and then let let out a little groan. I continued to slide my finger into him but soon encountered the very firm fecal barrier which was the source of his problem. Trying to break up the mass, I probed still deeper into the soldier's ass causing him to grunt in discomfort. "Relax, I'm nearly through," I said, and soon slid my finger out of his ass. "You've got quite a problem there, but I can have you as good as new in a couple of hours." He visibly relaxed as I turned to the sink to wash my hands, thinking, I suppose, that the worst was over, but not suspecting what lay ahead. I went back to the cabinet, found a Fleet mineral oil enema, and returned to the examining table where that beautiful ass waited.
"I'm going to inject a little oil to break up the mass, so just bear with me for a couple more minutes and I'll have you off the table."
After relubricating my finger, I once again massaged his hole, meeting less resistance this time. I snapped the protective cap off the Fleet and eased it up his ass as far as it would reach, squeezed its contents into his bowels, and removed the tube, tossing it into the trash can with a loud thud.
"Just a little more and I'll be through." Before he could acknowledge my words, I once again buried my finger in his upturned hole, probing about to help the oil do its job. Probing downward, I felt the hard lump of the man's prostate which I dallied over, massaging and feeling for abnormalities.
"Does that hurt?" I asked.
"No," he answered, "But it makes me feel like I have to piss." I assured him that that was normal and slid my finger out.
"Done!" I said, "Now let me get you cleaned up a bit." I stripped off the examining glove and gently wiped away the lube from his ass. As if by accident, I let my hand graze his ball sack wishing I could do more. Was it my imagination, or was his cock a little more swollen than when I had first noticed it? I pulled the kilt down over his butt and invited him to get down from the table, leading him to the door of an adjoining room which contained a bunk.
"I want you to lay on your stomach and retain the oil for about an hour, so get comfortable, and I'll see you again a little later." I closed the door and returned to my desk and other patients.
An hour or so later, I opened the door to the adjoining room and found Corporal MacIver sleeping on his stomach as I had instructed. I walked in and gently shook him awake.
"How do you feel?" I asked him.
"All right, but not any better than before." was his response. I directed him to the bathroom once again to try to move his bowels, and told him to return to my office when he had finished. Meanwhile I got an enema can and equipment from the cabinet and set about preparing two quarts of warm castile soap solution, poured it into the can, loaded everything on a table next to the examining table and covered it with a cloth. In a couple minutes, there was a knock on the door as Corporal MacIver returned from the bathroom.
"Any luck?" I asked.
"Yes, I managed to pass a little, but I still don't feel good." Knowing that the now hidden soapy enema that awaited him would solve the problem, I said "I'll have you fixed up in no time."
"Take off your clothes and have a seat on this end of the examining table," I said pointing to the place where he had earlier kneeled. With little embarrassment, he was soon wearing only his khaki shirt and stockings. I couldn't help sneaking a quick peek as he stood folding the kilt and placing it on the chair. Below the front of the shirt was a thick bush of the same dark red hair that warmed his asshole, and hanging from that bush was about nine inches of fat uncut cock. What I had only seen a hint of earlier was now on full display, and magnificent it was! His balls hanging behind it appeared fuller from the front and served to push his cock out in an arch downward from his belly. I thought of several things that I'd like to do with that cock, but right now I had other things that needed doing. He slipped off his shirt revealing a thick solid mat of dark red-brown hair from neck to pubes, interrupted only by his long masculine nipples peeking through the fur. He folded the shirt on top of the kilt, remove his stockings, and walked over to the table and sat down. He had a body to be proud of, and he was clearly not ashamed to show it off.
"Corporal, have you ever had an enema?"
"No, sir, but last year when I was in hospital with pneumonia, I saw the lad in the next bed get one," he answered. "He told me it hurt."
"Well, I'm about to give you one now and, while it may be a little uncomfortable, it will eliminated your constipation." He did not offer any objection, although he looked like he wished there was some other way. As he sat there, I uncovered the enema can and hung it from an IV pole at the foot of the examining table.
I directed him to lie back on the table and to bring his knees to his chest while I arranged a towel under his buttocks. Then once again donning an examining glove, I lubricated my middle finger and began working the lubricant inside him. Entry was much easier this time, and it appeared that the oil had softened the stool somewhat. I removed my finger, grasped the enema nozzle, slowly lubricated it as the soldier watched, and slipped it gently up his ass. With the other hand, I opened the clamp and, with a gurgle, the water started to flow. Knowing that his capacity would be limited due to the impacted shit inside him, I soon stopped the flow.
"I want you to relax as much as you can and to tell me if you have severe cramping," I told him. He nodded his head and said he was okay. I opened the clamp again and let the water flow until he groaned.
"Take deep breaths through your mouth, and the pain will pass," I instructed him. I also began massaging his lower abdomen until I felt the muscles relax. Then I restarted the flow. I continued the starting, stopping, and massaging until he had taken about two-thirds of the can, and was unable to calm the cramps. He lay on the table groaning with pain and thrashing his head back and forth as the soapy water did its work. I removed the tube and told him to bring his legs down and try to relax, but it was clear that he was in a great deal of discomfort.
"Breath through your mouth and relax, soldier... I want you to hold that enema as long as possible."
"Oh sir, I can't hold it any longer. I've got to shit!" was his response. I quickly but gently raised his left leg and once again massaged his asshole, more vigorously this time.
"Sir, I can't hold it..... Please, sir, let me shit!" Realizing now that I would not be able to calm the storm in his belly, I lowered his leg, took his hand and helped him off the table and through the open door to where the commode awaited him. He sat down hard, and with a gush and stifled cry, unloaded in the toilet. After ascertaining that he was okay, I told him to stay there until he felt better but not to flush the commode or attempt to clean himself until I had examined that which he had expelled. As I was closing the door to afford him some privacy, I heard the second wave gush forth from his labored ass.
After about ten minutes, he pushed the door open and informed me that he had finished. I had him stand and looked down to see a bowl completely filled with the fecal material that had been plaguing him for these three days. I told him to clean up, flush, and return to the office. Meanwhile I busied myself readying a second enema of plain water to wash out the soap and any remaining impaction. On reentering the room he walked over to the chair holding his clothes and picked up his shirt.
"Not yet," I said. "You still have some treatment to go... I want you back on the table on your knees and chest." He replaced the shirt, walked to the examining table and did as I had instructed. I finishing preparing his second enema at the sink, and started toward him with the full can. He watched my approach and said "Do you have to give me another enema--I feel quite well now." I explained that it was necessary to rinse out any remaining soap to prevent irritating his colon and to dislodge any remaining feces. I assured him that it would not be nearly as uncomfortable as the first enema, and told him to relax and it would soon be over. His response was a whispered but distinct "Yes, sir."
Now that the enema can was suspended from the IV pole once more, I went to the cabinet and returned with a fresh examination glove and a thick two-foot rectal tube.
"Now that you're pretty well cleaned out, I need to get this water in deeper than before, so I'll use this longer tube." Seeing a quick look of panic cross his face, I quickly added "Don't worry, it's not painful." I once again donned the glove, squeezed a heavy glob of lube into my hand and approached the young soldier's upturned butt. Trying to lighten the atmosphere a bit, I said, "I'm ready when you are." He chuckled slightly and answered, "Your move!" I started the slow massage of his anal area, gradually working my finger through the forest of hair and into the entrance to his waiting hole. I gently circled the tight opening several times and made a couple of trial probes inside. Meeting little resistance, I pushed my finger steadily in until the second knuckle had disappeared and continued the circling motion inside his rectum, preparing it for the intrusion of the larger tube. Sliding my finger out, I picked up the soft red tube, squeezed out more lubricant, and proceeded to slide my hand up and around the length of the tube to make certain that it was well-coated. He watched as I did this, but his expression remained unchanged. I gently eased the red tube into his waiting anus, and continued to thread it slowly into his bowel. "Let me know if there's any discomfort," I said. He responded with a murmured, "Okay." After having introduced about eight inches, I clicked open the clamp and started the water flowing. I soon reclosed the clamp and withdrew the tube slightly before inserting a couple more inches into him. Then more water. I kept alternating water and tube until only three of four inches of red rubber was visible. I was surprised at the ease in which I was able to get the tube into his bowels, and on several occasions thought I noted him moving his hips slightly as if to urge me on. I now opened the clamp and let the water flow at a medium rate as I didn't want to bring on cramps before he had completely emptied the can. After ten minutes I heard a gurgle from the can indicating that it was indeed empty.
"That's it... I'll take the tube out," I said and slowly brought the tube back into daylight until the invader had left his body.
"Now I'd like you to lie on your right side."
"But sir," he protested, "I'm comfortable as I am."
"That's part of the procedure," I assured him, "so please get on your right side." He hesitated, but moved as instructed, and I then realized the reason for his reluctance--he had a roaring hard-on! Now, I've seen a lot of men's penises, both in a professional setting and in bed, but this hot man had one of the longest, thickest, and prettiest cocks I had ever seen. It was well over twelve inches long and between two and three inches across the shaft, with a slight upward curve pressing the glans against the hair above his navel. His foreskin had slipped about a third of the way back over the bulbous head which glistened with wetness.
"Don't be embarrassed... many men get erections when they're having an enema," I said as I reached across him and massaged his lower belly. After a few minutes, I rolled him onto his back and continued the massage, after moving his cock out of my way. He had lost some of his erection, but by no means all of it. I decided to violate my professionalism by seeing if I could get him to full stiffness again. I had him bring his knees to his chest again, swiftly reinserted my gloved right thumb and began a tantalizing massage of his prostate. He was almost immediately hard again, and I saw a drop of clear viscous liquid drip from the opening of his cock onto the hair in which it was nested. He groaned a little, and I asked him if I was hurting him.
"No," he said, a slight smile crossing his lips. I knew now that I had gone too far, and that if I didn't stop, all pretense of professionalism would be lost, and he could get me into more trouble than I cared think about. I removed my thumb, turned away, removed the glove, and went to the sink to wash my hands.
"You can get up now, and go into the bathroom and get rid of the water." I didn't want to turn to face him, lest he see the outline of my own hard cock. I dried my hands, pulled the screen around the examining table, and went back to my desk to annotate his file. After a few minutes, I heard the toilet flush and he soon strode back into my office. I turned and told him he could put his clothes back on and then have a seat. His erection was gone, but he was still swollen handsomely, and I idly wondered whether or not his kilt would hide it. He dressed quickly as I finished the paperwork, and sat in the chair beside my desk. As I talked with him about modifying his eating habits to prevent recurrence of the constipation, he made me a little uneasy by staring into my eyes with a slight smile on his lips. He was onto my game and was cruising! My mind ran a mile a minute. On the one hand I would have loved to bed this hunk, and on the other, I stood to lose a lot if I made a move on him and he decided to report me. I decided to play it straight, and soon he was on his way back to the barracks, his problem resolved, and having had an obviously erotic experience. I busied myself with other patients and the ever-present paperwork for the rest of the day to keep from thinking about the hot session I had had that morning with Corporal Duncan MacIver.
The next day was Saturday and my day for running all of the errands that I had not had a chance to do during the week. I got back to my white cottage at about three, changed into a swim-suit, and strolled down to the deserted beach behind the cottage for a swim. After fifteen or twenty minutes, I came back, dried off, made myself a gin and tonic, and plopped into the lounge on the patio. I finished my drink and soon dozed off in the warm late-afternoon Spring sun.
I was awakened by loud knocking at my front door. I got up, walked into the house, and opened the door. There stood Corporal MacIver wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.
"Come in," I said. He walked in and I closed the door behind him and turned to face him. "What can I do for you?"
"I want an enema," was his response.
"Are you feeling bad again?" I asked.
"No, I feel great--and I want an enema, and I want you to give it to me," he said with an open grin on his face. I stepped up close to him, took a healthy handful of his crotch, and said in a low growl, "with pleasure!"
He followed me back into the bedroom where I went into the back of my closet to retrieve my stash of enema gear. As I emerged, he said "Let me see what you've got there."
"You'll see it soon enough... How about getting an armload of towels out of the linen closet, and stripping back the bed." I went into the adjoining bathroom, selected a standard red rubber enema bag, and proceeded to fill it with very warm water to which I added a generous amount of liquid soap. As I hung the now-bulging bag from the shower rod, he joined me saying "Looks like we're all set. By the way, my name's Dunc, what's yours?"
"Steve--and we're not all set as long as those shorts are covering your beautiful ass!" I grabbed the waistband, undid the button, slid open the zipper, and pulled down the shorts letting them fall to the floor. "The cock ain't bad either." I laughed as I slid his foreskin over the tip of his dick, pinching and pulling on it. I turned him around, picked up the waiting tube of surgical gel and said "bend over." He complied as I squeezed some of the lube into my hand. I spread his cheeks with my left hand, and covered the area around his asshole with the lube before pressing my finger up into him. Quickly removing the finger, I grasped the enema nozzle, a soft plastic one with a bulbous head, greased it, and placed it against the waiting pucker. "Push," I said, and as he did, I forced the device up his ass, and reached over and opened the clamp. "Stand up, Dunc, and keep your asshole squeezed tight around the tube so it'll stay in." I turned him around again, and started exploring his body. I ran my hands over his hairy chest and down the hard belly, fondled his cock and balls, stole a kiss, tweaked his nipples, and back for another squeeze of his cock. He pushed his thumbs inside the waistband of my swim-suit, forcing it over my hips and onto the floor where I stepped out and kicked it aside. His hands didn't stop there, but matched on my body the moves my hands were making on his.
"You've got a nice cock, Steve... and your ass feels great," he added as he squeezed my cheeks and fingered the crevice between them.
"How's the enema doing?" I whispered.
"Ayah, it feels wonderful!" he responded.
Soon we were both hard and he pulled me close to him rubbing our cocks together between hairy bellies while fondling my ass with both hands. I was getting close to orgasm, but it was much too early for that, so I pushed away saying "later." About then I heard the slurp of the last of the soapy water leaving the bag, so closed the clamp and eased the tube out of his tightly-clenched hole. After leading him back to the bedroom and laying him on his back, I crawled between his legs and sat there massaging his lower belly. Next I raised his legs to my shoulders, and while continuing the massage with one hand, went to work on his asshole with the other. Circling, exploring, probing, and now fully inside. Circling, playing with his prostate, finger-fucking, and now out. Circling, probing, and now plunging back in with two fingers.
"Mmm," and then, "I've got a bad cramp," as I felt his sphincter tighten on my fingers.
"Take deep breaths through your mouth and relax," I said, and soon the cramp had passed. I continued the massage and assplay until the cramps came more and more frequently and he finally said that he couldn't hold it any longer. I helped him off the bed and onto the commode, and rubbed his shoulders, back, and front while he expelled the offending fluid.
"Oh God, that was good. I've been fantasizing about it since I left your office yesterday."
"I'm glad you liked it, Dunc--there's more and better to come."
"I hope so, Steve," he smiled.
As he was cleaning himself, I went into the bedroom and took one of the large pictures from the wall near the head of the bed, revealing a hook much larger than needed to hold the picture. About then, Dunc walked into the room, put his arms around me from behind and asked what I was doing.
"Getting ready to give you a real enema," I said grinding my bare butt against his limp but still swollen cock and then breaking free from his encircling arms. "Why don't you lie down and get comfortable while I get everything ready." I returned to the bathroom, refilled the bag with cool water and laid it aside. I then filled a big gallon bag with warm water and joined the two hoses with a Y-connector and an additional length of hose. Picking these up, I walked back into the bedroom and hung them from the hook under the watchful eye of my hunky enema buddy.
"The big one is the main course, and the other is dessert," I said, "...and here's your appetizer." From the folded towel I had laid out on the bedside table, I lifted a double enema nozzle and a tube of KY.
"Have you ever seen one of these?" I asked.
"No--what is it."
"It's wonderful." I pumped a couple of times on one of the bulbs, and the first latex ball started to inflate.
"This goes inside... and this stays out." I said, pumping the other bulb.
"If you'll turn around so that your head is at the foot of the bed, I'll show you how it works."
"Do you want me on my knees?"
"No, on your back. I want you to be able to watch the bags." While he moved, I crawled up on the bed so I was again between his legs, and started to liberally grease up the enema tube.
"Okay, stud, pull up your knees." The tip slipped easily into his hole and by gently pushing and twisting, I soon had the first balloon in his rectum. With the other hand, I slowly squeezed air into the hidden ball, making certain it was properly seated inside as I went. After six bulbs full of air, I stopped and filled the other balloon to the same capacity.
"How does it feel?" I asked.
"I feel like I have to shit real bad, and like I have to piss."
"That's just the pressure--you'll get used to it." I connected the hose from the bags to the enema tube, and said "You'll be more comfortable if you put your legs down." He moved so that his soles were flat on the bed on either side of me and playfully squeezed my flanks with his knees.
I spent the next few minutes rubbing my hands over his chest and abdomen while he became accustomed to the his rectal invader. He lay there with closed eyes and mumbled a soft "Mmm" when I asked him if he was comfortable. I rolled his balls around in one hand while gently squeezing and pulling on his cock with the other. As I did so, I felt it start to stiffen and he opened his eyes and smiled. I gave him a firm tug and silently clicked open the clamp on the hose starting the flow from the bigger of the bags, after which I continued to rub him and toy with his cock for some minutes.
"Hey, I thought I had become used to the balloon, but now I feel like I have to shit again."
"That's the water." I said, pointing to the half-empty bag. "I turned it on while you weren't looking."
"You don't have to worry about any leaking, so relax and enjoy it" He grinned and once again closed his eyes while I gently massaged his swelling belly.
He had soon taken the whole bag, so I shut the clamp and asked him how he felt.
"Great, but full," he answered.
"Dessert is next," I said as I crawled out from between his legs and moved to the foot of the bed. He reached over his head and grabbed my waist as I knelt straddling his head. Taking my half-hard cock in one hand, I roughly brushed the head back and forth along the bottom of his thick red moustache. He responded by greeting it with his tongue, replaced my hand with his and held it still while he explored the head of my cock with his tongue, first circling, then probing the opening, and again circling. I was almost instantly hard, and he brought his lips up to take it into his mouth. As he did, I reached under the back of his neck and leaned forward, working my cock into his mouth and down his throat. He took it easily and soon I was slowly fucking his hot mouth. Bending down, I started the flow from the second bag and turned my attention to his stiff rod. With my lips, I pushed his foreskin back and tried to get my tongue underneath it. It was too tight, so I just held it in my lips while I slid it back and forth over the glans. I had dreamed of having this marvelous piece in my mouth from the first time I had seen it, and eagerly moved to take as much of it as I could. It's size gagged me, but with a little effort I was able to get most of it deep into me. While the water flowed, we continued to work each others cocks. He really gave good head, and soon I knew I couldn't hold off much longer. I grabbed his cock, roughly jerking him off as I sucked. I felt him tighten and then explode a hot load of cum into me just as I shot into his soft warm mouth.
After the spasms had subsided, I sat up and moved so that our lips met for a series of quick hot darting kisses. He moaned and said "I really have to get rid of this water." I quickly moved to the head of the bed, shut off the now empty second bag, clamped off the enema tube, and helped Duncan into the bathroom. Once he was on the commode, I released the air from the inner balloon, and with a gush, the pent up water forced the nozzle out of his ass giving him the relief he needed. I wrapped the tube in a towel, tossed it on the vanity, and stepped into the shower to get cleaned up. The stinging hot water felt wonderful, and I could have stayed there all night, but I had other things to do. I dried off while he was still getting rid of the water from deep inside, grabbed one of two robes hanging on the back of the door, and giving Duncan a quick kiss, headed for the kitchen.
"I'll fix us something to eat while you get cleaned up"
I busied myself getting a light meal and was nearly finished when I felt his big hands on the cloth covering my butt. I grinned over my shoulder and said, "Have a seat--it's just about ready." We ate while making small talk and laughing over exchanged experiences. As we relaxed over a second bottle of wine, his feet were playing with mine under the table, and I could feel myself getting hard.
"Christ, you're making me horny," I said. "My dick is getting stiff again."
"Good, because my ass is ready for some more play."
"Clear the table and I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom," I said and left the room.
I filled the red bag and carried it back to the bedroom, hanging it on the hook. In the towel on the bedside table, I laid a long, thick dildo nozzle beside the tube of KY and folded the towel so that the contents were not visible. Duncan walked in to the bedroom and met me standing beside the bed. He untied the belt of my robe, letting it fall open, and grabbed my cock.
"I thought you said it was hard again," he laughed.
"Don't worry, it soon will be." I untied his robe and pushed it off his shoulders so that it fell to the floor.
"Get on your back just like before," I ordered.
He got on the bed and pulled his knees up to his chest, saying "It's here waiting for you." I joined him on the bed and started to gently massage his anus.
"Your tight little asshole is a little redder than it was when we started...I hope I haven't made it sore."
"No, it's just blushing with innocence," he laughed. "You may not believe this, but you're the first guy who's ever really played with my ass."
"You mean you've never been fucked," I asked.
"No. I'm kind of new at this. I've only been to bed with a couple other guys and I've always been the one who did the fucking. One guy tried to screw me, but he was rough and it hurt so I made him stop. I've played with my own ass, and gotten off on it, but never let anyone else do it. Yesterday in your office I really got turned on after I had overcome the initial fear and embarrassment. I almost shot my wad when you had your finger up my ass after that last enema."
"Yes, I was playing with your prostate, and when I saw you were starting to drip precum, I knew if I didn't stop, you would lose it." By now I had lubed him and was finger-fucking him deeply but gently with two fingers. His cock was hard and he was playing with it, sliding the foreskin back and forth over the big head.
"Let it alone, I don't want you to get too hot," I said, pushing a third finger into his wet hole.
"Mmm, that feels good. Got anything bigger?" he grinned as he reached into my crotch grabbing my hard cock. I moved his hand away and got the dildo nozzle from under the towel.
"Sure, I answered."
I greased the dildo liberally, and pressed it against his hole sliding the head just inside the opening. He grimaced sucked his breath in between his teeth at the pain of initial intrusion. I slipped it out but kept it pressed against his hole, massaging it by twisting the dildo so that the head explored and probed.
"I don't want to hurt you, so relax and when you're ready to try it again, just push out against it." I continued to tease his hole with the nozzle until I noticed it open and move back over the waiting head. With my free hand I delivered a hard slap to his furry ass cheek, and with the other, slid the dildo home. He let out a sharp groan, but I held the intruder still and softly rubbed his chest and belly.
"You're doing fine, Dunc... just relax." I quickly connected the enema hose to the fat nozzle, opened the clamp, and began sliding the dildo slowly in and out of his ass. Soon I noticed that he was starting to move in response to the dildo, so I began moving it deeper and faster.
"God, that feels good," he whispered. "Ohh yaaa."
Before long, I heard the last of the water drain from the bag, so clamped it off but continued to slide the nozzle full-length in and out of his ass while greasing and stroking my own cock until it was ready for what was to come next. I slipped the nozzle out of him, letting it drop to the floor, and moved up onto my knees, reaching up and pressing my tongue into his mouth while guiding my cock to his asshole. Once I felt the outer ring slip around the end of my dick, I pushed forward and felt my ten inches slip into the warm water inside him. He was tight so I fucked him gently at first, but as his tongue fought its way in and out of my mouth in rhythm to what my cock was doing to his ass, I started to thrust more strongly and deeply. His hands were all over my back and ass as he bucked his strong body under my attack. He may have been a beginner, but he was the best fuck I had had in a long time. Suddenly, he held me tightly and groaned. I felt his asshole tighten around my cock, and a shot of hot semen spurted between our hairy bellies as he came. That was all I needed, and my cock exploded and I collapsed on top of him. As the waves of orgasm died down, we laid there savoring the moment and the maleness of each other's hot mouths. I tried to resume stroking with my still-hard cock, but it was so sensitive that I soon stopped. He had brought me off with a higher level off passion than I had ever before experienced. My cock finally softened and I rolled us onto our sides allowing it to slip out of his ass, and we laid there kissing, playing, enjoying each others bodies, but saying nothing. He broke the silence eventually.
"Your hot load is fighting to get out."
"Okay, lets go."
He followed me into the bathroom and started to sit on the commode.
"Not this time... come in the shower with me." I threw back the curtain, stepped in, and reached to pull him in. I turned on a warm, easy shower, turned him so it was running down his back, and said "Let it go." I took him in my arms, pulled him close, and ran my hands up and down his ass, spreading the muscular cheeks as the water poured out of him. I moved one hand to my own cock and brought it up, pulling him closer to me and pressing my cock between our bellies. With great relief, I pissed long and hot, soaking the front of both of us and causing the warm yellow fluid to drip off our balls.
"My turn," he said, and did to me what I had just done to him. As he was taller and his dick longer, I felt his piss all the way up on my chest. He then took the soap and washed me off, giving particular service to my crotch and succeeding in getting me half hard again, all the while continuing to expel the enema. he turned me around and washed my back, ass and legs. He spread my cheeks.
"Bend over."
He pushed the soapy end of a thick finger repeatedly in and out of my hole.
"Nice ass!" I stood up and turned to see a look of disappointment on his face.
"It's late and we need some sleep. I washed him off, shut off the water; and we both stepped out of the shower. I handed him a towel, but before I could get one for myself, he started drying me off. I stood there luxuriating in the attentions of this strong man which I returned with brief kisses on various parts of his body, ending with quick attention to both nipples. I then took a fresh towel and started in on him. As I dried him, his cock once again stiffened and soon was jutting proudly out and upward from his body. He grinned, took the towel out of my hands and threw it on the vanity. Grabbing me roughly, he turned me around and forced his hard cock between my cheeks, pressing the big head tightly against my hole, but making no attempt to enter.
"In the morning, I'm going to fuck you," he whispered into my ear. I reached back and grabbed his cheeks, holding him against me, and pushed my asshole out to meet his cock. When I did, the puckered hole gripped his foreskin and his naked glans slipped into the outer portal of my opening. I immediately tightened my ass, pushing him back out and said, "I hope so, but you're going to have to give me an enema first."