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Like Mom Gave Me
Joey and I had connected on an internet website. At first, he seemed hesitant. I persisted and we were able to create conversation, well, as much as a Gen-Z person usually does. It was starts and stops. He always responded, sometimes with longer lag times that caused me to wonder if he had lost interest. With time, I could tell he was really into it. The 'it' was enemas. As our on-line relationship evolved, I discovered what he wanted was for an older man to give him an enema like his mother had done growing up. It seemed simple enough. Joey had come to the big city to attend college. Now 21 and free of his parent's supervision, he was able to start exploring. As we chatted on the website, I learned about the different things he was exploring: college majors, clubs, city activities, possible careers. I guess he was like any other college kid. The difference was that Joey wanted something else. He was exploring a niche of his sexuality. As he felt comfortable with me, he shared his secret interest. As a child, he had become obsessed with enemas. He had gotten a few as a kid, not that many in reality. They were always the same. He would strip naked, then head into the bathroom where his mom sat on the closed toilet seat with a towel on her lap. He would go over her lap. Then, with his head at the floor looking up at the bulging bag and his legs dangling, she would insert the greased nozzle, open the clamp, and fill his bowels with hot, soapy water until either the bag emptied, or he begged so hard for her to take it out that he was in tears. She would encourage him to hold it as long as he could then he would jump up and hit the toilet seat only to unleash everything in his colon. He noted how thoroughly they cleaned him out. The other thing he noted was how much they had taken on a life of their own. They were sexually stimulating. As he grew older and his parents felt more comfortable leaving him home by himself when they went out, Joey started to discover the enema bag on his own and the powerful sexual gratification it gave him. The mere thought of enemas resulted in an erection; actually, taking one culminated in jerking off and an amazing orgasm. Joey also began to realize his sexual desire for boys. Admitting he was gay was much easier than his secret love of enemas. As our chats progressed, he acknowledged how happy he was on finding the website and finally being able to connect with other like-minded guys. I felt lucky to have connected with him and was willing to share my experiences and help him as he further explored the world of klismaphilia, something which I was a devotee. Joey wanted more than just an on-line mentoring though. It came in a chat one day.
"So, do you give guys enemas?" I was ready.
"Of course." What else would I respond because, of course, I did.
"Would you give me an enema?"
"Of course." Definitely not going to turn that opportunity down. "Would you like a guy like me to give you an enema?" I had to ask because, being old enough to be his father, I had to ask. This fact not uncommonly, stopped younger guys dead in their tracks and ended any further conversation. This was my worry with Joey.
It did not though, and I got the response, "Yes" and a big smiley emoji. There was a pause. "I want one like my mother gave me." I pondered that. We had had enough conversation, and I had asked enough questions to know exactly what Joey wanted. He wanted to be that boy again, stripped naked, and over his mother's lap being given his enema. Though now, Joey wanted a guy, an older guy, to give it to him.
"I would love to give you an enema." [Smiley emoji] - I too, could be tech savvy.
"Really?" He seemed surprised.
"Absolutely."
I could go through the rest of the conversation but really it is not necessary. Joey and I had chatted enough over time that we knew each other. The talk was not just about enemas, though, we did talk a lot about them. We had gotten to know each other a bit. As we felt more comfortable, bits and pieces about our lives, families, and growing up came out. A relationship had formed albeit, an on-line one. His desire now out in the open, we were only left the actual planning of the meeting. Having done it before, I arranged to meet him Saturday afternoon at a local coffee house in the gayborhood for a meet and greet with no obligation. I wanted him to be comfortable with me. In fact, I insisted. I think Joey really wanted the enema and would have taken an Uber as soon as I agreed and stripped for me. But, I wanted no regrets. I told him he had the right of refusal when we met. He understood and agreed.
We met. Conversation moved smoothly though anyone could read the anxious anticipation on his face. He was a handsome young man. Despite his age, he did not look more than about 14. He was mature though, carried himself well, spoke intelligently (he was in the college's Honor's Program) though I did wonder if he used his boyish looks seductively. It certainly worked on me. After a bit of conversation, it was time. I asked him, "Well, what do you think?"
"I want it." And, it was clear he did. We left and walked back to my apartment. Once there, I showed hm around to help him feel comfortable. He loved the view which I must say also sold me on the unit. As we stood next to each other admiring the view of the city from my high floor condo, I let my hand move to his bubble butt and gave it a gentle rub. I tuned to look at him, "Joey, it's time for your enema. Now be a really big boy for me."
"Yes dad." While a bit taken back, I was not shocked. The scene was set. I knew he needed to be that boy and be taken care of by dad, and that is what I was going to do. This would be Joey's first man-man enema and I would make sure it would not be his last. We went into the bedroom, and I told Joey to strip down. He understood. His erection could hardly be contained by his pants or underpants. Oh, to be his age again. We went into the bathroom where I prepared his hot, soapy enema. My bathroom was large, and it permitted me bringing a chair in and placing the towel on it. I hung the bag. I sat down, put the towel on my lap. "Hand me the nozzle" I directed. Joey complied. I patted my lap, "Underpants off and over my lap son." He pushed the underpants over his bulging erection, and they fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them and put them off to the side. His body was smooth but thankfully had all of his pubic hair and he had not shaved there. Reflexively, he stroked himself a few times. His cock stood at attention. He came close to me and lowered himself onto me. His body was warm as he laid across my lap. I adjusted a bit, so his bubble butt was in full view. I rubbed it as well as his back and legs. Then, I spread his cheeks and got a whiff of his boy smell and the sight of his pink rosebud. I rubbed his back, "Are you going to be a really big boy for me?"
"Yes sir" he responded.
"That a boy." I took the greased nozzle and touched his rosebud, then with firm gentle pressure let it invade him. Reflexively his anus tightened. I waited and then pushed. The nozzle slipped and seated itself. I rubbed his back and legs. "Good boy." I paused to let him adjust to the nozzle in him. "You ready?"
"Yes." came his response as he rested his head on his crossed arms at the floor. I could see him look up at the bag every so often. He knew he would be getting the whole bag. I knew he wanted it. But I also knew his trepidation about whether he would be able to take the whole bag and whether it would cramp or hurt. In our conversations we joined on the love-hate of the enema, wanting it so much but also being scared of it. I rubbed his back and tousled his hair, "Good boy."
Finally ready, I announced, "Here we go." Then came the unmistakable CLICK. I moved the nozzle in and out a bit and rubbed his back and legs. After a pause I asked, "Is it going in?"
""Yes. I can feel it."
"Good boy. Take your enema for me."
"Yes dad."
"That a boy." Joey was pretty quiet. He would every so often look at the bag. I continued to rub his back and play with the nozzle. "You doing OK?"
"Yeah"
"Getting full? Any cramps?"
"No, I'm doing OK."
"Good boy." Joey knew how to take an enema. His mom had taught him well, and he was a very obedient son., but he had also given himself plenty of them. It felt so good to have this handsome boy over my lap with a nozzle in his ass filling him with a big, hot, and soapy enema. The sensations were overwhelming. The mix of the rubber smell of the enema bag, the Ivory soap, and his all-boy body scents. He had also adorned himself with a very seductive cologne though maybe it was really his cute body and not the cologne that was seducing me, or the fact that I was filling him with a good enema. In retrospect, I am sure it was the sum of it all.
He did well taking his enema. There were occasional moans, but he stayed pretty silent as the enema filled him. I continued to play with the nozzle and rub his body providing silent encouragement.
Then he broke the silence. "Um, I'm getting kinda full."
"You're OK. Take some short quick breathes, pant like a doggy." Joey followed and I could hear him panting. "Good boy. It's almost all in. Take the whole bag and make me proud."
"Is it all in yet. I'm really feeling it."
"Almost all there. Just a little more. You can do it." and with that we both heard the gurgle. I reached for the clamp and shut it off. "All in. Now try to hold it a bit so it can work."
"I don't know if I can."
"Really try Joey. I know you can."
"I'm really full. I really gotta go."
"OK." I took the nozzle out and set it in the shower stall. Joey got up. Because he was thin, I could see his now pregnant belly full of enema water. He scurried over to the toilet and sat down. As quickly as he did, the first rush of water came out as a torrent. He took a breath and looked at me. His puppy dog eyes were adorable. "You were a really good boy." There was another gush and then a smile came to his face.
"Thank you." Another gush came out. "God, that was amazing."
"You liked your enema?"
"Oh yeah. It felt so good." He finished expelling, and wiped himself, flushed the toilet, and washed his hands.
"Shall we go chill a bit?" I suggested.
"Yeah"
"Put your undies on and we can chill on my bed."
"Great."
We did. Joey cuddled up next to me. From his cuddled-up position, I heard again, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." I rubbed his back, and he closed his eyes. I pulled the blanket up over us.
Well, anyone reding this tale knows it did not end there. But, alas, after all that excitement, we need to take a break. Perhaps I will let your imagination fill in what happened next.