Brad's Recantation
It had been some time since I told Brad about my interest in enemas. I'm not really sure why I told him. Perhaps it was the sum of his traits. He had started working at our company a little after I did and was assigned to a cubicle near mine. He was boyishly young looking for his 28 years of age. Easily six foot tall, he was thin with dark hair. Personable, with a great sense of humor, it was probably his coy seductiveness that grabbed me. I could easily imagine cuddling up next to him in bed.
You can imagine then how excited I was when our boss wanted to send Brad and me to a conference across the country. Apologetically, the boss asked if we would mind sharing a hotel room, as finances at the company were tight. This, of course was like a bonus for me. I sensed for Brad, too there was a feeling of anticipation and eagerness.
Time went by quickly and before I knew it the date of the conference arrived. The hotel had average accommodations. The conference was quite good with many dynamic speakers. It provided many topics for conversation for Brad and me through dinner. We thought about how we could utilize many of the strategies presented in our daily work.
After dinner, we stopped at the bar for a nightcap, and then headed up to our room. I relaxed with the local newspaper in the chair. I wasn't quite sure what Brad was doing. It wasn't very long until he came over to me with a package and said, "I brought something for us to play with."
"Oh," I said taking the package from him and opening it up. Inside I found a box from a local pharmacy containing a 'Combination Douche/fountain Syringe for Travel Use.' "Oh," I said again being totally taken by surprise.
"After you told me about your interest in enemas, I just kept thinking about them and thought I would like to try them. This time away with you seemed to be a good opportunity."
"Not a problem," I said. "You look ready now, are you?"
"Yeah," he said. I could see the eager, anxious anticipation on his face, not to mention feel a certain stirring in my pants. Needless to say, Brad had frequently crossed my mind many an evening or weekend when I found an enema nozzle inside me filling me up with a well needed and deserved enema.
I took the parts out of the box and started to put them together. Connecting the yellow collapsible two-quart bag to the tubing first, and then sliding the stopcock onto the tubing. Of the nozzles, it was an easy choice, the larger douche nozzle always felt better than those meager little rectal pipes. Voile! One enema bag assembled and ready for use.
While I pulled the enema bag together, Brad looked on like an eager adolescent boy, excited with his new toy, but, not sure what to make of it. Getting up from my chair, I said displaying the readied enema bag, "here we go." I could tell the reality of the moment was upon us. "Why don't you get undressed and I'll get your enema ready." As I headed to the bathroom, I let my hand touch his shoulder almost as a pat of encouragement.
Once in the bathroom, I turned the hot water on to warm it up. Admiring the enema bag for all it has brought me, I shut the stopcock, and then went looking for the tube of K-Y jelly I kept in my toilet kit for just these types of situations. I also got a package of castile soap for use in enemas to add to Brad's enema. With the water now hot, I adjusted with the cold to mix the perfect warmth for an enema, not too hot to burn, but warm enough to clean Brad's colon. I filled the bag about a third full, and then hung it on the towel rack while I opened the soap package and poured it in. I gave the enema bag a shake to dissolve the soap and noted the warm milky, sudsy water-the key to a good cleaning out. I noted the aroma of the castile soap which in my mind was linked to a good cleaning out. It was easy then to fill the bag the rest of the way to its two-quart capacity. I was reminded of the saying, 'high, hot, and a helluva lot' and thought that in a few moments Brad would be the recipient of what had come to be a major turn on for me. In fact, that stirring in my pants was becoming a much more defined erection. Part of the fun in enemas was the preparation and anticipation of giving or getting one.
The enema bag was hanging on the towel rack above the toilet with its tube and tip swaying below. I picked up the nozzle, aimed it at the toilet and opened the clamp clearing the air out of the tubing, then placed the nozzle in the open bag top, almost like a gun in its holster. Enema now ready, I picked up a bath towel, tube of KY jelly and the bulging enema bag and headed back into our room.
Brad was sitting on the edge of one of the beds, naked, except for his white jockey shorts. His six feet of tallness was somewhat dwarfed by his hunching over. He looked up as I walked in and I could see his eyes opened a bit and he was a bit shocked. "Is that all for me?" he wanted to know.
"Yep," I remarked, "a standard two quart soapy enema.
"Soapy," he questioned.
"Half of the fun of the enema is getting a good cleaning out, and this is the way to do it." I could tell Brad, as anxious as he was to take an enema was also nervous. "Don't worry, I'll walk you through it. When done, I think you'll be quite pleased with the results."
Our room was well equipped for the giving and taking of enemas. In front of the beds was a five foot walkway then an armoire that housed the TV.
There were two doors that hid the TV each with a pull handle properly set about four feet above the floor, a perfect place to hang Brad's enema. I spread the towel down on the floor for him, and set the tube of KY on the towel.
"OK young man, it's time for your enema," I announced. Brad stood up. To say that he was gorgeous is an understatement. Beauty, of course, is in the eye of the beholder, but, for me, Brad's tall, dark, and handsome body was a turn-on. His nearly hairless body was the perfect balance of adolescent shyness and the maturity of a young man. He rubbed his chest and alternated looking at me and the bulging enema that he knew would soon be entering him. He looked ready for direction. I started, "what I want you to do is drop your shorts, then kneel down on the towel." He complied and slid both hands down the back of his white shorts and pushed them down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Now completely naked, he placed his shorts on the bed and kneeled down on the towel I had spread out on the floor.
"Now, bend forward on your forearms all the way until your chest is resting on the towel. This is called the knee-chest position and works especially well for taking an enema." As I gave him these instructions, I let my hand gently guide his back down. Once down, I let my hand work its way down to the small of his back, down his thigh and gently underneath to his genitals. As I expected he was starting to get full' down there. "Remember," I told Brad, "this is supposed to be fun, and I'm going to help you enjoy it." "Okay," came a shy voice looking up at me. Brad knew that the moment of truth was coming.
Ready with a generous dollop of KY jelly on my finger, I told Brad, "First, I'm going to lubricate you so the nozzle goes in easily. Spread your knees apart a little for me." Brad remained quiet and did as I told him. Then I spread his cheeks and placed my finger on his virgin hole. "Now bear down like you’re going to the bathroom." As he did so I began my invasion. Though tight, his muscles couldn't stop my forwarding finger. Once inside, I moved my finger around certain to massage his prostate gland to help ensure that 'good feeling.' "How's that feel?" I asked.
"Nice" he commented, still unsure. I had seen him look up from his vulnerable position at the bulging enema bag and know his day of reckoning was coming.
I now took the nozzle from the bag, and added some KY jelly to it. With one hand holding Brad's ass cheeks apart and the other placing the nozzle ready for insertion, I told him, "bear down again, now I'm going to insert the nozzle." With that, in went the nozzle. The tubing swayed freely between the full bag of hot sudsy enema water and its anchor point inside Brad's rectum. Taking hold of the clamp I told Brad, "I'm going to start your enema now." The dull click signaled the start. It was quickly followed by the sound the enema water makes when it first starts going. I held the nozzle in place with one hand and moved my other hand to the small of Brad's back. Occasionally, I would run my hand up his back and down. I also started to focus on his genitals.
I reached underneath him and gently rubbed his belly, then let my hand go down to his penis and balls. Brad's body was a pleasure to caress. He was toned, but by no means a bodybuilder. He liked to run and swim for exercise and his muscles reflected that. There was little fat present and I knew as he got distended from the enema both he and I would be able to detect it.
His penis was three-quarters hard. I took it in my hand and jerked it off a few times. As expected, it grew to its full length. Intermittently I gently caressed his perineum and jerked off his penis. Brad would respond contracting his anal muscles which I could feel in my hand that held the nozzle. My response would be to gently move the nozzle in and out of his rectum. These alternating movements only served to make a large erection grow larger, and I thought I even heard a moan of pleasure come from Brad's mouth.
"I'm going to stop the enema for a minute and let you get used to the water," I announced to Brad early on.
"Oh, it feels so good. 1 want to take all of the enema. Please make me take it all." Brad responded.
"Not a problem, besides you're a big boy and I know you'll be able to take it all." Then with my hand reaching underneath him to gently jerk his now rock hard cock off, I added, "and you seem to be enjoying it."
"I am. Please fill me up. I want the enema badly."
"I'm going to start the water again," I announced and with that well-known dull click, the stopcock was released and the water flowing again. Brad's head just dropped back down from its held up position, resigned to finish his enema.
It wasn't much longer until Brad started to be more vocal. "This really feels good; I love the enema filling me up. Please give me more." I continued to caress his back, thighs and reach underneath to keep his cock hard, although it was doing fine on its own.
"You're doing fine. You've gotten about half of the enema now. Just relax and let the water fill you up," I encouraged.
Then something interesting happened. It took me by complete surprise (not like the whole scene hadn't). Brad seemed to become even more sexually stimulated. Almost like he came to life and was really getting more into the scene.
"Fill me up! Give it to me! I promise, I'll take it."
"Yes you will, and all of it," was my initial response, not completely sure how to handle what Brad had just said.
"I promise I'll be good," was next to come from Brad's mouth.
"That's what you said last time," was my response.
"No, I promise, please stop the enema, I feel full." Brad pleaded
I shut off the flow but was quick to tell him, "You're going to need to take the whole enema to clean yourself out. We'll take a break, but you're going to get and take it all, like a big boy."
"No, please stop, I promise I'll be good. I don't want any more enema."
"No deal, you're a big boy and you're going to take a big boy's enema. Besides you should have thought about that before."
"Please give me more. I need it. Fill me up. I promise, I'll take it all. I'll be a good boy. I want the enema, please give it to me." Brad was really into it. 1, of course complied, and turned the water back on. He was quite excited and he would tense his leg and groin muscles every so often, almost in a thrusting motion, perhaps to better feel the nozzle or maybe to push the enema further up his colon. My job seemed to be orchestrating the stopcock, nozzle and my hand, ensuring he had a full spectrum of sensations for his enema trip.
Brad went on, "Oh, it feels so good. I feel like I'm going to come."
"Relax, I want you to take it all, before you come."
Brad got quiet for a period then started again, "Please stop the enema. I promise I'll be good. I don't want any more." These pleadings were alternated by, "Fill me up. I want the enema badly. Please give me more." Despite all of his pleading, he was taking the enema quite well, and shortly the final gurgle was heard signaling the end of his enema. The bag, too, was flat as could be, swaying with Brad's motions. For a moment, I thought about refilling the bag and giving him more.
I reached under him and took hold of his rock hard penis and gently stroked it. "That feels so good. I want to come."
"Just relax and let it happen." I intermittently stroked him and moved the nozzle in and out.
It wasn't long before this young, strapping man was tensing his muscles, arching his back, and thrusting forward. "Ohhh," was all he could muster as a generous load of cum came streaming from his penis. "Oh God, that feels so good," he said as he returned himself to the knee-chest position having shot his load on the towel below him and in my hand.
"You did really well."
"I think I better go to the bathroom?
"Just hang tight and let the enema work. It's best to hold it as long as you can."
"O.K."
As Brad rested, I gently stroked his back and shoulders, every so often reaching underneath to rub his belly. It wasn't long before the urgency came to his face and we mutually decided that it was time for him to expel the enema. I removed the nozzle, placing it in the open top of the bag. Brad got up and made way to the toilet, his penis half flaccid with drops of semen.
I could hear Brad on the toilet letting gush after gush of soapy water be expelled. I picked up the enema bag and carried it to the bathroom. Brad smiled when I entered, quickly followed by a grimace on his face, a rub to his belly and yet another gush of water coming out. I hung the now collapsed enema bag on the shower curtain rod in front of Brad. It swung freely and seemed to serve like a merit badge for Brad of a job well done.
I stayed there with him. As he rested his elbows on his knees and head held down, I rubbed my hand through his hair, across his shoulder and down his back. "You did well," I said as a way of encouragement.
"Thanks, it felt great," he said with another gush of water.
After about fifteen minutes or twenty minutes, Brad wiped himself and flushed the toilet. As he stood up, I again couldn't help notice his beauty. His body, anointed with just traces of body hair, a thin belly (now a little thinner since his enema), and squeaky-clean looks was a definite turn-on for me. His cock was still slightly erect, but swung freely between his smooth thighs. It had a drop of come at its tip, a telltale sign of the pleasure Brad had just experienced. He had an innocent, yet devilish smile on his face. As he looked me straight in the eye, he said, "Now, it's your turn."