by Tom
When you are a small kid, people try to protect you from the knowledge of bad things. There's a problem with that - sometimes you don't know what is happening until it is too late.
When I was seven, it did not strike me as strange that mommy took medicine every night and every morning. She poured it out from a bottle of clear liquid and swallowed it in one gulp, then pulled a face as it went down her throat. Sometimes she would cry a lot and then she took more medicine until she had to lie down and go to sleep.
Her tummy was poorly too. When it got real bad and she had to throw up, I would open a can of chicken soup and heat it up for her, then help her to drink it down - sometimes she couldn't even hold the spoon herself.
Then it got real, real bad. Mommy couldn't go to work and I stayed away from school while she took more and more of her medicine. Eventually she fell down and she couldn't move at all. I knew what to do - I called 911.
The doctors came and loaded her on to a sort of trolley, and one of them collected up all of the empty bottles of medicine from the high cupboard and showed them to the others and then they took mommy to the hospital.
They were real kind to me. They found me a place to sleep that night and they called my Aunt Martha. Next day they put me on a plane and the ladies in funny hats gave me milk and cookies and they even took me to look at the pilot and all of the complicated things he had to do to drive the plane.
Aunt Martha was a nurse. She had two children - Jane, who was fifteen and thirteen year old Sue. It was a real nice place - all clean and tidy - and the first thing Aunt Martha did was to give me a nice warm bath in the biggest bathtub that I had ever seen. That was fun - mommy just left me to wash when I felt like it, and it felt great to have someone to wash my hair and scrub my back. Jane and Sue helped as well and then Aunt Martha told them to get me dry while she made supper for us. Aunt Martha had taken all of my clothes away to wash them and we all had a good laugh when Sue gave me one of her tee shirts to wear - she said that I looked real cute in it.
I reckon my eyes just about fell out of my head when I saw all that food. They had made all of it themselves, and it tasted just fine - I had gotten pretty sick of all the canned stuff I ate at home. I was just about asleep by the time I had finished and Jane carried me upstairs and tucked me into one of the beds in Sue's room.
I woke up in the middle of the night. I didn't know where I was at first, and it was pretty scary being in a strange house, so I crawled in beside Sue, just like I did at home with mom when I got lonesome. She cuddled me up close to her and I went back to sleep feeling warm and secure.
Aunt Martha worked nights. She said that it paid better and it gave her more time with her daughters now that they were old enough to be left at night. Next day, she made our supper and put it to one side, gave us all a kiss and told me to be a good boy, then she went to the hospital.
The girls decided that I needed another bath, so they took me up to the bathroom, undressed me and popped me back in the tub and then took turns washing me. That was when it got real interesting, because they paid particular attention to my little willy. It hurt a bit when they pulled the skin back and it was incredibly sensitive underneath so they didn't do that for long. Instead they covered their hands with soap and set out to give me the cleanest willy in the world.
It stood up straightaway, and that set them both to giggling and flicking it to make it bounce up and down. I played with it myself sometimes, but it never felt as good as when they did it - they kept on soaping and rubbing until it felt so good that I thought I was going to die, then it jumped around for a while, then I just couldn't bear for them to touch it - the slightest contact made it tingle and jump unbearably.
Then they went into the corner of the bathroom while I soaked in the hot water and whispered to each other. Jane looked at me kinda funny and told me that I needed a special sort of wash to make me completely clean.
I didn't know what was going on. They got a strange rubber thing out of a closet, filled it up with warm water from the tub, then lifted me out and dried me. They were both talking at the same time, trying to tell me what they were going to do. Even when they made me lie on my back on the floor and Sue held my legs in the air, I still didn't understand.
Then Jane got hold of the tube and pushed it against my little hole. WOW! She had a bit of trouble getting it in, but I didn't care. As she pushed and wiggled the tube I got the nice feeling again - it was different but had the same result - my willy pointed to the ceiling, they both giggled, then it slid right inside.
My memories from that point on are a blur. They took turns running the water into my butt, they stroked my willy while they did it, they tickled my balls and rubbed my tummy. I was in little boy heaven - nothing had ever felt that good. Then they watched and giggled again as I sat on the commode and the water squirted out again, carrying lumps of stuff and bubbles of gas with it.
They started whispering and giggling again, and next thing I knew they took all of their clothes off. Jane had big boobies and lots of hair just like mommy, Sue had little ones and not much hair at all. Then they filled up the bag again, Jane got on her hands and knees on the floor and Sue poked the tube into her butt hole - it looked real funny, like she had grown a long red tail. Then Sue undid a clip thing, and I realized just how the thing worked.
Jane made all sorts of funny noises while the water ran in - she seemed to be enjoying it quite a lot, and I could understand that, but the noises were strange - she kept shouting "Oh God", faster and faster until the bag was empty.
When it cam to Sue's turn, I stood closer so I could see what was going on. Then Jane giggled again and handed me the tube, then she asked me if I would like to do it. I was a bit scared at first, but she told me that it was real simple, so I got hold of the tube and gave it a try.
It wasn't *that* simple! Sue wouldn't keep still - every time I poked the tube against her, she started to laugh and she squirmed around so that I couldn't get it in. Finally, Jane stood over her, one leg on each side of Sue's butt, and held her open so that I could get it in.
I thought Sue was going to die. She shouted and screamed and she said all sorts of rude words, then she started to pant like a dog that was too hot. Actually, I was glad when it was finished - it got a bit scary.
Then we went to bed. Sue waited a while, then she climbed in beside me and gave me a real big hug. I felt her hand rub against my tummy and I held my breath until it slid inside my pyjama pants and started to fiddle around with me. She got a bit cross with me then, and she grabbed my hand and put it against her thing.
I didn't know what to do. I didn't really know anything about girls - at least not about *those* bits - but she got hold of my hand and showed me where to rub. She made me do it for ages - my arm and hand were aching before she went all stiff and made those noises again.
I stayed there for a month and I had four enemas, one every week. It was the same each time - they did me first, then I got to do it to Sue after Jane had hers. And when we went to bed, it was always the same - I had to rub Sue for ages and ages until it happened. That bit wasn't much fun, but it was worth it for the bath and enema. Somehow I instinctively knew that what we were doing was just between us kids - there was never any question of letting Aunt Martha know about it. It fell into the same category as swearing, farting and peeing up the wall - it was fun, but not for adults to know about.
When they sent me home, mom was already there. She looked thin and pale
and she told me that she had been in a sort of hospital and that she was
all dried out now. Actually, I knew quite a bit about what had happened
- Aunt Martha told me before I left that mom's medicine was actually
alcohol and that if she started again I was to call collect and let her
know.
Mom looked all pale and thin when I got home, but I was sure glad to see her. We hugged real tight, then she kissed me and told me that everything was going to be alright.
And so it was. As time went on, the memories of my visit to Aunt Martha slowly faded although any mention of enemas made my little butt hole twinge and send out funny feelings like it remembered all by itself. Mom got another job and things got better - we even cleaned the house up and painted my room so that I could invite my friends round without being ashamed.
I suppose that I should have realized what was going on when mom left her job and we went back on welfare, but the year between seven and eight is long - long enough for a kid to forget.
My friend Bobby was visiting and we were messing about in my room when there was an awful crash and I heard mom screaming - she had fallen downstairs and she was lying with her leg bent all funny.
I called 911 again, then Bobby called his mom. By the time the ambulance arrived she had taken charge of everything - including me. They took mom away in the ambulance, then Bobby's mom packed some of my clothes in a bag and took me to stay at her house.
I had been living on beans for months, and that had produced in me the ability to produce spectacular and malodorous farts - a valuable talent for an eight year old boy. Bobby grew more and more annoyed the first night I shared his room - he complained that the noise was keeping him awake and the smell was choking him.
He must have told his mom, because the second night she came into our room and sat on my bed.
"I hear you're having a lot of trouble with your bowels."
I wasn't all that sure what or where my bowels were, so I made a noncommittal noise.
"You should have told me, honey. There's no need to be shy. We'll soon get you well again."
She left the room for a while - Bobby was grinning all over his face. I was puzzled - something was going on that I didn't understand. He just giggled when I asked him.
"Mom will fix you up good! No more farting!"
I suddenly understood what he meant when his mother returned, carrying an enema bag with the tube coiled up in her hand. She hung it on a hook in the wall, then pulled back the sheets.
"Just hop out of bed, Andrew, and take your PJ pants off. I'm sure you know what this is."
I nodded. It was bringing back a lot of memories. She spread a big towel over the side of the bed and then made me lie on it with my butt towards her.
"Just curl into a little ball, honey."
I jumped a bit when I felt something cold hit my asshole, then I realized it was just some Vaseline. She rubbed it into my asshole gently - I could feel it melting and spreading around as the tip of her finger poked at the opening.
I felt myself relaxing and enjoying the strange massage - my cousins had just poked the tube straight in and it hadn't felt nearly as nice as the slow dilation. Then her finger departed and I braced myself for the pipe.
Gee - it felt good. She didn't hurry, just sort of pushed it sideways then wiggled it gently into place. It was kinda like when you get hit on the knee and your legs jerks all by itself - I could feel myself twitching and my willy was going frantic, not that I dared do anything about that, of course.
She was an artist with an enema bag! I lay there, remembering my cousins, their teasing fingers and their excitement during our bathroom sessions, while my entire body became filled with the most incredible sensations. I never got the slightest cramp - in fact it was quite a surprise when she pulled the tube out and told me to go to the bathroom. I was halfway through the most incredible shit when she came in and asked me if I was OK, then started to fill the bag up again.
I thought that maybe I was going to get two enemas, but when I had finished she washed my ass gently and spread some cream over it. By this time my willy could have been hammered through a plank of wood - I couldn't remember it ever being that hard before. She looked at it with a funny expression on her face.
"That looks a bit sore as well, honey."
Then she spread some of the cream on her hand and she rubbed it slowly into my willy and my balls. It felt like I had died and gone to heaven. My cousins had been a bit rough with me, but this lady knew exactly how to handle an erection. She kept going until something strange happened to me - my willy kinda jumped about, then it got so sensitive that I pulled back - I couldn't bear the slightest touch.
It was when she followed me back to the bedroom with the enema bag in her hand that I realized her son was due for the same treatment. As soon as he saw it, the grin vanished from his face.
"Aw, mom, I don't need an enema."
"Don't be silly. Boys always benefit from having their bowels cleaned out. Off with those pants and on to the bed with you."
I was quite surprised to see that he was apparently not enjoying the process. When it was done he jumped up and ran to the bathroom and I heard the door slam and the bolt click behind him. His mother smiled at me.
"Bobby is getting shy - he won't let his mommy in the bathroom with him any more."
Bobby returned after a while and sullenly put his pants back on before climbing into bed. When his mother had left, he started to grumble.
"That wasn't fair! You were the only one who should have had an enema."
"So what? Enemas are nice."
He was silent for a while, then replied grudgingly.
"OK - I suppose they are. But they are sure hellish embarrassing."
"But she's your *mother* - it doesn't matter what she sees."
This time he was quiet for so long that I thought he must be asleep. Finally he spoke again.
"I don't know how you had the nerve to walk around with a hard on in front of mom. Weren't you ashamed to let her see you like that?"
"Huh? Why should I?"
"Well - you know - babies and things.... Sex!"
"I don't know what you mean."
"You don't know why it gets hard?"
"No. It just does."
He sat up in bed and switched on the light, then got a slim book from his closet. I read it with Bobby sitting beside me.
I could hardly believe what I was seeing. It was a children's sex book, very tame and illustrated with drawings instead of pictures, but it contained all of the details in simple language. Suddenly, a lot of things made sense!
Bobby was very excited and very hard as he sat fingering his erection while he looked at the book. Then I realized that he didn't know what to do to make it feel real nice. He looked a bit astonished when I reached over and grabbed it, but once I started to rub it properly he soon got the hang of it and took over with obvious enjoyment.
I stayed there for a week, then I was told that my mother was coning out of hospital the following day. I felt pretty sad - Bobby and I had gotten into a nightly routine of playing with each other and I would miss that, but most of all I knew that there was no way I was going to get any enemas once I was home. I had searched every inch of my house, and there was nothing that even remotely resembled an enema bag in the place. Maybe I could get one last go before I left.
Bobby's mother smiled happily when I told her that my stomach was upset again.
"Well, now, perhaps it would be best if I sent you back to your mother all clean and shining, wouldn't it?"
Somehow she got rid of Bobby, then it was just the two of us. She let me watch while she prepared the enema, telling me how she got the soap into it, how it needed to be warm but not hot and so on. I took the opportunity to ask the question that had been at the back of my mind ever since I first realized that she gave enemas.
"Does Bobby often need an enema?"
She pulled a face.
"Of course he does, but he's getting very difficult about it. I really don't know what's come over him recently. He's just so bashful nowadays."
I had a fair idea, but there were no words I could use to explain it to an adult. Instead I just sat and watched as she finished her preparations. It made me feel all shivery looking at the length of tubing that was soon going to be embedded in my little asshole and the milky liquid that would then bloat my bowels with the bitter-sweet feeling of wanting to go and at the same time wanting more and more. It was the smell that really made an impression. The warm, soapy smell of the water mixed with the faint but unmistakable aroma of red rubber was to haunt me for the rest of my life.
"All ready for you. Why don't you leave your things here?"
I knew why my thing went hard, I knew that Bobby was embarrassed about it, but I wasn't. It gave me a sort of thrill to walk to the bedroom with my dick leading the way, if only by a couple of inches.
She took a lot of time about the enema. First she made me squirm as her finger rubbed the grease into my asshole until I felt like I was going to explode with the sheer pleasure of the exercise. Then she took forever with the enema, prolonging the exquisite pleasure it gave me until, to my surprise, my dick started to jump about just like it was getting rubbed. She noticed what was happening, and rubbed my back gently, making soothing noises as I gasped with the intensity of the sensations that were shooting through my body.
They took me home the next day. Mom was there, with her leg in a cast.
And a stern looking lady from social services. Until then, I never
realized that adults could get just as scared as kids, but mom sure was
terrified of that lady.
For a long time, things went real smooth. The lady from social services visited us once a month, preceded by mom cleaning the house from top to bottom and making me take a real hot bath with lots of soap and scrubbing. By the time I was ten, her visits had petered out, and there was a new person around - mom had a boyfriend!
He was called Bill Smiles, and I got to call him Bill, just like I was grown up. He was fun - he took us places, he bought things for mom and me and he even helped me with my homework. He wasn't always around - mom said that he had to work away from home a lot - and I really hoped that he would marry mom and stay with us for always.
One night the phone rang and, as usual, I rushed to pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Is your mommy there?"
I knew the drill for this.
"Yes. Who's calling?"
"Mrs. Smiles."
I didn't connect her with Bill, of course. Mom gave me a strange look when I said who was calling, then she talked and listened for a short while before she slammed the phone down and started screaming awful words - the kind that would have gotten me a sore butt if I had said them.
"The BASTARD! MARRIED! And I fell for it!"
I was scared. When mom started smashing things up I ran to my room, pulled the sheets over my hear and stuck my fingers in my ears to shut out the terror of her rage.
She seemed to be better next morning, although the place looked like a bomb had hit it and mom's eyes were red - she must have been crying all night.
I went off to school still a bit worried, and when I got back home there was no sign of mom at all - not even a note saying that she would be late. I raided the icebox for food, then sat around watching TV, waiting for her to get back.
I must have dozed off in the chair, because when I woke up it was dark outside and the TV was showing a horror movie - and mom wasn't there. Nothing can get quite so scared as a ten year old who finds himself alone in the dark with Freddie Kruger on TV. I panicked, of course - I ran to the phone and called 911, then screamed my terror to the lady who answered.
This time it was the cops who came. I had the usual boy caution of them, but a real nice lady cop managed to calm me down before taking me to the police station. There they fed me on warm milk and cookies, the traditional remedy for distressed children, before putting me into a bunk for the rest of the night.
Actually, that was pretty interesting too, because I was still young enough to be classed in their minds as a little kid, so they put me in the locker room that the lady cops used. An educational experience - I never realized that they *had* underwear before, let alone the variety that was casually revealed as they changed into their street clothes.
Next morning, the lady from social services made an appearance and told me that they had found mom and that she was sick again. I knew what that meant, of course, and my misery deepened into despair at the news that mom had been taken to a special hospital upstate and that I would be able to see her "later" - the word that meant "not for a long while" to a kid.
I tagged along with her for most of the day. I had to answer a lot of questions, then we went to see a man in a big room - only much later did I realize that he must have been a judge. He smiled at me in that grownup way that strikes terror into a kids because it means that something bad is going to happen and they are just pretending that everything is fine.
"Well now, young man, what are we going to do with you?"
No reply was required, of course.
"This lady is going to take you to a nice place with lots of other boys until things settle down."
"You're putting me in a home?"
"It's not a home, it's a children's refuge. They will look after you until your mother gets better."
There were two of us - me and a boy called Steve - in the back of the lady's car as she drove us miles and miles until we ended up at a large house way out of town. Steve was a big boy - much older than me - who scowled a lot and didn't say much. The lady there didn't seem to be pleased to see us.
"Another two? You realize that makes us completely full?"
"I know, but they have to go somewhere. This is Andrew - he's ten - and Steve, fifteen. Goodbye, boys, I'm sure you'll find it very pleasant here."
The housemother sighed.
"Well, come along with me. I'm sorry there's no choice of rooms - you are taking the very last beds we have."
She showed us into a small room containing four bunks and indicated that the two lower ones were ours and unpacked our bags - I was surprised to find that the social worker must have been to my house and packed things for me.
She sat us down in a room full of tables and chairs and gave each of us a can of soda, then went out for a while. When she returned, she told us that the nurse was ready for us now, and took us to the usual sort of room where a lady in a white dress was waiting.
I didn't see much of her. My eyes were drawn to the side of the room. Two large enema bags, obviously full, were hanging there. My tummy started to do somersaults - it had been two years since my last experience.
"Take your clothes off."
Steve looked around in a hunted way, staring first at her, then at me. He looked embarrassed.
"All of them?"
"Oh, for heaven's sake! Yes - all of them."
I didn't mind - I was only ten after all - but Steve was obviously bashful. He slowly got undressed, his face turning redder and redder as his shorts finally fell to the floor.
Now I was surprised. I had seen several girls naked, and plenty of boys my own age, but it came as a shock to see a big boy with no clothes on. To my untutored gaze, his dick looked absolutely enormous, poking out from a huge bush of hair and hanging down for what seemed like a foot at least.
The nurse paid no attention. She measured our height and weight, told me that I was small for my age and then did the usual looking at hair, eyes ears and mouth.
"Now, one last thing, then you can take a shower. You first, Steve."
She unhooked the length of tubing from one of the enema bags and sort of pointed to the couch. I suddenly realized that Steve had no idea what the thing was - he just looked blank.
"Come on, boy. Up on the couch. We haven't got all day."
"What are you going to do?"
"You have to have an enema. Standard practice - everyone gets one when they arrive."
"What's an enema?"
She looked surprised.
"Don't you know?"
"No."
She held up the nozzle so that he could see it.
"It's nothing really - I'm just going to wash you out with warm water. It doesn't hurt."
"Wash me out? What does that mean? What are you going to wash?"
She sighed.
"Wash your insides, Steve. Just get on the couch and lie on your side with your back to me."
I saw an expression of total horror develop on his face.
"You want to shove that thing up my ass? No thanks."
"I'm sorry - you don't have a choice in the matter - like I say, it's standard practice. Just get on the couch - the sooner you do, the sooner we'll get it over with."
I watched as Steve climbed, slowly and unwillingly, on to the couch. The nurse got hold of the nozzle again and spread some sort of clear stuff over it while Steve craned his neck, looking back at her with an expression of panic.
"Just lie quietly. Look straight at the wall."
I heard him groan as he did what she said, then the nurse got hold of one of his butt cheeks and pulled it up to expose his asshole. That's when I got my next surprise. Not only was he hairy on the front, he was covered back there in thick curls! I watched with interest as the nozzle disappeared into his ass while he yelled his disapproval of the indignity of the proceedings.
I felt the tension rise in me as I watched the bag slowly shrivel as it discharged its contents into Steve's ass, knowing that I was next, puzzled that I could feel both fear and desire at the same time. Eventually she clipped the tube and pulled the nozzle out, then gave him a slap on the rump and pointed him at a door in the corner of the room. I stood up to the sounds of rushing water and groans as he emptied his bowels, and that made my dick stand up like a soldier as it brought back memories of previous episodes.
The nurse got hold of the other nozzle, then turned to me. She looked at my erection and smiled.
"I see you've had one of these before, young man. Well - let's have you on the couch."
I suppose it was because I was getting older or maybe because it had been so long since my last enema, but the sensation as she slowly eased the tube into my asshole was much stronger than ever before. My erection seemed to swell and I felt like I needed to take a piss - I had never experienced that desire before. There was nothing special about the enema - just a slow infusion of warm water - but my whole body was reacting strangely to it. I wanted to do something, but I didn't know what it was, just that I had a great need to do it.
I'll say this for that nurse. When she gave an enema, you really knew about it. Even though the bag she used on me was not nearly as full as the one she had administered to Steve, I felt like I was bursting in front and behind by the time she was finished. Steve was still in the toilet, but that made no difference - I burst into the place as he was wiping himself with a wad of toilet paper - except it wasn't his ass he was wiping! I just pushed him to one side and sat down barely in time - a jet of water shot from my asshole and just about lifted me off the seat.
I didn't care that he was there - my dick felt like it was going to burst and no amount of effort could restrain my hand from pumping furiously until I gasped and shuddered in a pre- pubescent orgasm. I had to giggle afterwards - the look on his face!
We didn't say anything afterwards - once I had relieved myself and calmed down I got a bit embarrassed that I hadn't been able to control myself. Nothing was said until bedtime.
We were sharing with Chuck and Randy - both fifteen like Steve - and I felt a bit awkward because all of them had big dicks and loads of hair. We lay around on our bunks, and Chuck finally got round to acknowledging our presence with a question to Steve - it was beneath his dignity to carry on a conversation with a ten year old.
"See the nurse?"
"Yeah."
"Get an enema?"
"Fucking yes. I still don't know why she did that to me."
Chuck laughed.
"It's their way of showing you who is boss. Just be grateful that you're a boy - the girls next door get it up both holes!"
I saw Steve's jaw drop and the idea intrigued me. BOTH holes? I couldn't stop myself from expressing surprise.
"I didn't know they could do that!"
"Hey - maggot dick can talk! Just shut up, kid - you're too young to know about things like that."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Listen, kid, you don't know from shit. I just wish you were somewhere else - you're cramping my style."
Steve burst out laughing.
"Hey - he's not as innocent as he looks. You should have seen him after his enema - jerking off and didn't care who saw him."
Chuck and Randy both started at me.
"You jerked off?"
I pushed out my chest.
"Sure I did. And I know about girls' holes as well - I used to finger up my cousin."
Chuck grinned - it seemed to me that he was relieved.
"OK, kid. Welcome to the club. Now let's get down to it."
He pushed his pants down, revealing what looked to me like a deformity - an incredibly huge erection that he started to lovingly stroke, joined quickly by the rest of us. It was shortly afterwards that I learned about semen.
Actually, I quite liked it in the home. I didn't miss mom very much this time - another sign of advancing years, I suppose - and I was flattered by the fact that the big boys were prepared to accept me as one of themselves, even if they did refer to my dick as "Andrew's maggot". The only major problem was the food. It was terrible.
I disliked liver at the best of times, but they could transform it from being merely unappetizing to the most disgusting substance that I had ever been expected to eat. It turned up at dinner several days after I had settled in, and nothing would have induced me to put it in my mouth. I pushed my plate away with a grimace, and the housemother saw it.
"What's the matter, Andrew? Don't like good food?"
I made the mistake of dissembling.
"No - it's fine. I just don't feel like eating."
"Don't be silly - eat it up. It will do you good."
"No - I feel a bit sick. I don't want anything."
Then I suddenly realized what I had done. The nurse was sitting at the table with the houseparents, and she beckoned me over to her.
"Just go up to my office and wait for me, Andrew. I'll be there presently."
I left the room to a chorus of jibes and a few glances of sympathy - they all knew why she was sending me there.
I don't know whether they intended it as a punishment or as genuine treatment, but either way they were wrong. The nurse arrived and ushered me into her office, then proceeded to fill an enema bag with warm water as usual. Then she sort of smiled.
"Well now, Andrew, maybe we left some stuff inside you last time. Let's make a proper job of this enema, shall we?"
She opened a drawer and pulled out what looked like a yard of tubing. I thought at first that it was just ordinary stuff, but when she pushed it over the ordinary nozzle and started to coat it with gel I saw that it had a rounded end with holes at the side. Its destination was obvious and, for the first time, I felt apprehensive at the thought of an enema.
In fact, it opened up a whole new area of sensuality. I did not understand at the time how adding drama and a frisson of fear could intensify a situation - but I soon found out.
I was tense at first as the blunt end of the tube explored my asshole, pushing gently as it sought admission. Fear gave way to a thrill as my anus responded and relaxed of its own accord, then tightened again as the object pushed inside, larger than a normal nozzle, not painful but making even the fillings in my teeth tingle as it stimulated sensitive areas that I had not realized I had.
It wormed its way deep into me, striking psychic sparks as it poked and probed, breathing its warm exhalation into my hypersensitive innards. I lost track of time and space, caught up in the web of pleasure that it was weaving around me.
I came, of course. Twice. The first time caught me unawares and felt good. The second had me screaming just on the edge as I strove for release but kept slipping back until one final push from the nurse reduced me to a wobbling lump of Jell-O as I completely lost control and squirmed on the couch.
When I finally reached the end of a series of gushes of the returned liquid - it seemed that every time I stood up another installment would appear from some hidden cranny of my intestines - I walked, slowly and carefully, to my room. I did not dare move quickly because my dick was so sensitive that any friction from my underwear sent it into yet another set of frantic contractions. The other three looked on as I cautiously stripped to my shorts and lay back on my bunk to recover from my experience.
Chuck was concerned.
"She used the long tube?"
I simply nodded. His voice took on a sympathetic tone.
"Bad?"
"Hell, no! I never felt anything so good. It was amazing. I thought I was going to die and go straight to heaven."
Something unspoken passed between Chuck and Randy, then they transferred their attention to Steve.
"What about you Steve? Do enemas turn you on as well?"
I could feel the heat of Steve's blushes as he finally managed to mutter the words.
"Yeah - I guess so."
Randy was becoming quite agitated.
"Come on, Chuck - these guys are OK. I'm getting pretty desperate."
"Yeah - OK. But if either of you two breathe a word about this, you're dead. Understand?"
Steve and I nodded our agreement, then Chuck went out and came back with a large pitcher full of water. He stood upright on his bunk, pushed up one of the ceiling tiles and pulled out a strange object.
It had started life as a quart container of distilled water for topping up batteries - fitted with several inches of clear plastic tubing which had undergone minor surgery - the end was now smoothed and rounded off by gentle heating. It gurgled and bubbled as he plunged the tube into the pitcher and squeezed and released the bottle to fill it to the brim with warm water.
Randy was, by now, in a state of excited anticipation. He stripped off, then knelt down on the floor with his butt in the air. Chuck produced a tube of the gel that he had filched from the nurse's office, lubricated the tube then positioned it carefully. Randy gave a long, quivering moan as Chuck slowly and carefully inserted the tube - all of it - into his asshole, then reached for his dick and slowly brought himself to a climax as Steve injected the entire quart of liquid as slowly as he could manage.
He pulled on his shorts and departed at high velocity towards the bathroom as Chuck repeated the procedure of filling the bottle.
"How about it, Steve? You want one?"
Steve nodded slowly, his eyes focused on the device, a look of sheer lust on his face. He shed his clothing and revealed that he was already erect before he adopted the kneeling position. Chuck had to work the tube around and put more gel on it before he finally got it inserted, and then Steve came in massive quantities as the bottle was slowly compressed, sending its contents swirling into his ass.
Apparently Randy squirted Chuck later on, but by then the fatigue of my
experience had overwhelmed me and I was fast asleep, dreaming of nothing
at all.
I only stayed there for a week - the bottle made another appearance and I wanted to try it, but the older guys said that I was too young and that it might hurt me, so I was reduced to the less satisfactory pastime of watching and wanting while they gleefully filled themselves up.
Then the lady arrived with another big guy - and told me to pack my things. He was going to take my place, and she had found me a bed in a home that had kids of my own age in it.
It was like going from the varsity back to kindergarten. The new place was filled with little kids, both boys and girls. It was humiliating. The first thing was that they unpacked my things for me, discovered that I didn't have a teddy bear, and provided me with a furry purple crocodile to take to bed with me - and bedtime was eight o'clock! I didn't get a physical, they didn't even have a nurse and, worst of all, when we took a shower, the housemother took a huge soapy sponge and scrubbed all of us in turn. I mean, that sort of thing was OK for the babies, but I was ten years old - well capable of washing myself.
I spent a whole month in there, eating the sort of crud that they serve up for little kids, being tucked up with my crocodile every night, surrounded by pukers and bedwetters. I was never so glad as when they finally let me go home.
It was great to see mom again - she was a lot thinner, and she seemed very strange - years later I found out that she had been given electric shock treatment, blackmailed into it because that was the only way she would get me back. The one good thing was that she went to AA meetings - at first she didn't want to but after a while she made a lot of friends there and I reckon that's what kept her off the booze.
Pre-pubescent children, or at least this one, don't spend their time thinking about sex - if you don't come across it, you don't worry about it. I reverted to type, back to being a scruffy little boy in a gang of like-minded kids, getting into trouble but having a great deal of fun.
I'm sure I read somewhere that between twelve and fourteen, the rate of testosterone production in the male increases by 8000%. By the time I got to twelve, I was beginning to spread my wings - junior high was only a few months away and would confer a much more adult status on me.
My best friend at that age was Robbie Bright - we were both in the early stages of puberty, at the point where we could compare the numbers of pubic hairs and the rapid growth of our sexual organs. We were beginning to see that adults were not the all-knowing, all-powerful beings that they had always appeared to be, and Robbie in particular was kicking against the authority of his mother, questioning her orders and demanding reasons for everything.
It came to a head one evening when I called at his house and asked if he was coming out to the drugstore for an ice cream. His mother said no, Robbie objected violently and I was the embarrassed witness of a major row between them. Eventually Mrs. Bright resorted to simple dictatorship.
"You can't go out because I say so, and that's an end to it. There's ice cream here, and you and Andrew can have some without going out. Honestly, Robbie, sometimes I think that I should just put you in a home."
I grinned nervously, wanting the row to end.
"Believe me, Robbie, you wouldn't like it - it's pretty bad in those places. Come on - let's eat."
Mrs. Bright gave me a strange look. She always picked Robbie up from school, and a few days later I was due to have tea with him and then work on a report afterwards. He was getting into more and more trouble at school, and so I met his mother outside without him.
"Where's Robbie?"
"Mrs. Schumaker is making him finish his work. I don't think he'll be very long."
"That boy! Well, you might as well sit in here while we wait for him."
We sat in silence for a while, then she sort of blurted out her question.
"Andrew - just say if you don't want to answer - but you seemed to know a lot about children's homes?"
"Aw, heck, just about everybody knows what happened. Mom got ill, and they dumped me in one of those places until she got out of hospital."
She seemed to be relieved by my answer - it didn't dawn on me then that she was worried in case I was some sort of delinquent.
"Was it very bad?"
I liked Mrs. Bright, and she was real easy to talk to. Before I knew what was happening, I had told her about the reception at the home and how every boy got an enema as soon as he arrived. She was real surprised.
"An enema? How dreadful! Why on earth would they do something like that?"
"Aw, it wasn't all that bad - everyone got it so it was no big deal. It kinda got your full attention, though - showed you that you were still only a kid."
I could see that she was thinking about it. Then she really shocked me.
"My mother was always giving us enemas when we were little. Even when I was in my teens...."
I made encouraging noises. I wanted to hear more about this. She paused, then continued.
"You know, I think maybe you're right. Perhaps it did assert her authority. She didn't give them for no reason, but she seemed to use them for an awful lot of things."
At that point Robbie appeared, and the conversation ended. It gave me some interesting thoughts afterwards, though.
I had to keep a solemn expression a week later. Robbie took me to one side, a look of outrage on his face.
"You know what mom did to me last night?"
"No. What did she do?"
"Stuck a pipe into my asshole and filled me up with soapy water! That's what she did."
"Oh."
"Is that all you can say?"
"So she gave you an enema. Big deal. Why?"
"I told her that I was feeling sick and so I couldn't do my assignment. All I wanted was for her to write me a note so that I could get an extension. The next thing I knew, she got all my clothes off and just pushed this thing into my asshole - said it was very good for curing sick boys."
I started to giggle. Robbie made a habit of turning up with notes from his mother and then copying his work from other kids who had slaved over it.
"Were you *really* sick, Robbie? Or were you just putting it on?"
"I was faking, of course, but that's no excuse for what she did. Hell - I've never been so embarrassed in my entire life - I don't let her see me naked any more, but that made no difference last night."
"You shouldn't have faked it then."
"I wouldn't have if I knew what was going to happen. Now she says that any time I can't go to school or do an assignment, I'm going to get it again."
I was trying hard not to laugh - his indignation was verging on the comical - but if he ever found out where his mother had gotten the idea he would probably kill me. At the same time, I felt that I wanted to know more - his experience had kindled both my interest and a hard on.
"What exactly happened, Robbie?"
"Well, I did my usual thing - you know - rubbing my tummy, moaning and saying that I felt like throwing up. It always worked before, but this time she just told me to sit quiet and vanished. When she came back, she told me that she had something that would fix me up real good, and just hauled me into the bathroom.
"There was this big red bag hanging up there, and a long pipe hanging out of it, but she didn't say anything about that - just told me to take my clothes off. Then she stuck a thinner pipe on the end of the other one and started to coat it with grease - that's when I kinda guessed what she was aiming to do."
That piqued my curiosity.
"What sort of thin pipe?"
"It was made of rubber - sort of brownish red - and it came to a point and it had a hole in the side. Then mom told me that she was going to put it up my asshole! I kinds freaked out - I didn't know they could do that sort of thing - but she didn't let me off the hook. She made me kneel down with my ass stuck up in the air, and then she started to push it in.
"At first it just tickled, but then it felt....I don't know how to say it."
I grinned.
"Sexy?"
He looked at me with astonishment.
"How did you know? Have you had it?"
Even my best friend was not getting to know about my two cousins.
"Yeah. When they put me in the home that was the first thing they did to me."
"Jeez - and it felt sexy?"
Robbie looked at me. I could see he was embarrassed and contemplating whether he should say something. Eventually he blushed and looked down at the ground.
"Trouble was, it felt so sexy that it gave me a hard on. Right there in front of my mother. I thought I was going to die of shame.
"And? What did she say?"
"Nothing! Like it never happened. She just got on with filling me up with soapy water."
"Don't worry about it. Kids always get a hard on when somebody gives them an enema. You should have seen the big kids at the home - their pricks got as big as telegraph poles."
He looked at me with astonishment.
"You mean they let you watch?"
"Well - not exactly. I arrived with a boy who was fifteen, and the nurse did us both together."
No way was I going to tell him about the unofficial enemas!
It was getting near the end of the semester, and we seemed to be doing tests just about every day. The most dreaded of all was math - the teacher was lousy at teaching, but he gave real mean tests! I spent a whole week working late every night to prepare for it.
Robbie wasn't very good at math, and I suppose he just slipped back into his old habits. I was looking for him before school, but there was no sign - until at the very last moment his mom drove up and he shot out of the car and ran into the school.
I followed him and saw him rush into the boys' toilets - he frantically locked himself in a stall, and when I heard the unforgettable sound of water squirting from his asshole, I suddenly realized what had happened. I leaned against the door and laughed.
"She got you again?"
"Didn't she just! I thought it was worth the risk - I'm going to flunk math - so I pretended to be sick again. I reckoned that even if I got an enema, it would be worth it to stay home."
"So what went wrong?"
"She just let me stay in bed - I thought I had gotten away with it. Then she arrived with the thing and just sprung it on me - she didn't even let me get out of bed - just pulled the sheets back, hauled my pants down and filled me up! Jeez - it just went on and on - she must have used a gallon of water."
There was the sound of another spurt, then a more rhythmic noise - I realized that he was jerking off. I stayed on guard for him - if you got caught jerking by some of the kids they would burst in, shove your head down the toilet and then flush it.
The noise got more and more frantic - he was having one hell of a session! Finally I heard him gasp and grunt, then eventually he emerged, looking worn out, bug-eyed and pale.
"Thanks for watching out for me, Andrew - I just had to have a jerk. Now I really feel ill."
Actually, the cunning bastard came up smelling like roses. He went to
the school nurse and told her that he felt faint on account of staying
up all night to study for his test. Not only did she let him sleep all
morning, she somehow persuaded the math teacher not to give Robbie a
make up test - he was offered the option of just taking a C, and grabbed
it straightaway.
To my delight, Mrs. Bright invited me to go on vacation with Robbie and her. Mom was a bit embarrassed at the invitation, and for one awful moment I thought she was going to get into one of her 'no charity' moods, but Mrs. Bright explained that they were going to share a rented house by the sea with friends, she was driving there anyway, and the amount of food that I would eat was not worth bothering about - and I would keep Robbie company and out of her hair.
I was excited. I'd never had a real vacation, and I'd never even seen the sea for real - the prospect of a whole month of swimming and maybe even sailing had me raised to a pitch of near hysteria before the great day came and I was collected at the crack of dawn and driven into the unknown.
Robbie and I got bored, of course. The early rising gradually caught up with us and we eventually slumped down drowsily in the back seat. That gave Robbie his opportunity. He placed his lips close to my ear and whispered.
"Mom's brought the enema bag! I saw her put it in her case. I reckon she's going to give it to us sooner or later!"
His agitation surprised me.
"I thought you didn't like getting the bag."
"Well...at first I didn't. I've had four enemas so far and they're not so bad, really."
He wriggled around a bit, and then I saw the bump in the front of his pants. I jabbed it playfully and he creased up in a fit of giggles.
"Just not so bad, eh?"
"Okay, okay. I've gotten to like them. I don't know why - they just make me feel real funny. What about you?"
"Oh, I like them fine."
Then it was my turn to curl up and giggle as he poked at my erection.
It was evening before we arrived at a large house, standing on its own on top of a low cliff over the most incredible amount of water stretching away to the horizon. I was in no mood to appreciate it - I felt tired, crabby and cramped.
There was nobody else there. Mrs. Bright explained that Uncle Mike and Aunt Pam would be arriving the following day and unpacked our things in the room we were to share - to my amazement it had its own bathroom, shared with the next bedroom. Then she started to cook some supper.
Robbie and I just stared at the burgers when she put them in front of us. I felt a wave of nausea, and I could hear him groan at the thought of eating anything, let alone something fried. Mrs. Bright looked concerned - she felt our foreheads.
"My goodness - you two have got a case of triple-O"
"Huh? What's that?"
"My mother gave it the name. It stands for over-heated, over-tired and over-eaten."
She opened a cupboard in the kitchen and searched around until she found a white package.
"Oh good. Now - you two go to your room, strip to your shorts and lie quietly with the window open - that will help you cool down."
We did as we were told - there was a cooling breeze and it made me feel a little better. Then Mrs. Bright bustled into the room.
"Mother's patent triple-O remedy, boys. A nice cool bicarbonate of soda enema. Now where can I hang this bag?"
She hunted around, failed to find anything, then went out and returned with the bag taped to the end of a mop handle. She wedged it between the wall and the head of my bed.
"You first, Andrew. Lie flat on your tummy please."
I rolled over and groaned as the movement increased my nausea. Then I felt her tug at the waist of my shorts.
"Lift up a little."
I raised myself a couple of inches, and she tugged them down, exposing my butt to the breeze.
"Good boy. This will make you feel much better."
I turned my head to see her greasing a length of rubber tube. Robbie had been right - it was real thin, maybe only an eighth of an inch wide. Then I buried my face in the pillow and bit into it as I felt her fingers poke between the cheeks of my butt. She did it different to the others - pushed hard until her finger and thumb dug in either side of my asshole, then she pulled them apart, opening me up and holding me open.
I just about chewed off a lump of the pillow then. She pushed the thin tip of the tube right into the very center of my asshole and twiddled it round as she sort of screwed it into position in my ass. It was strange - I could feel the thin rubber much better that the monster tube that the nurse had used on me.
I got a shock when the first liquid entered me. It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold either - just tepid - and I felt myself relax as it slowly built up an area of coolness inside of me, kinda drawing the heat from my body and making me feel better by the minute. Then she flipped the tube out and I felt her hands hauling my shorts back into position over my half-erection.
"Just lie quietly and let it do its work, Andrew."
I turned my head and saw her carrying the equipment to Robbie's bed. She wiped the tube with a tissue, then re-greased it and repeated the insertion on his butt - I could see his muscles twitching as she fed it in and then let some liquid flow. It made me go fully hard as well - there was something special about watching another kid get it done to him.
When she had finished with Robbie, Mrs. Bright sat and talked to us for a while. I was surprised that I didn't feel that I needed to go - maybe she hadn't used enough water. Then she went into the bathroom, there was the sound of running water and she returned with the bag bulging to its fullest extent.
"Now you get the other half!"
Jeez. I was expecting the funny feeling from the tube, but it seemed more intense than I had ever experienced before. My erection was sandwiched between me and the sheet and even the slightest movement produced an almost unbearable surge of pleasure from it. Mrs. Bright had used warm water this time, and the contrast made me almost hit the roof as she allowed it to seep inside my bowels until I could stand no more - I pushed my face hard into the pillow to stifle the noise as I came - fortunately at that age I just produced a small amount of clear liquid.
Released, I pulled my shorts up, then hauled myself upright before I staggered into the bathroom - she had used an incredible volume of liquid without causing me any great discomfort.
I was still producing small spurts of liquid when Robbie crashed into the room and I had to jump clear as he backed up with his shorts round his knees, obviously needing to go so much that he didn't much care who was in the way. I heard Mrs. Bright call out that she was going downstairs.
That was the signal. Robbie and I both grabbed our dicks and started to pump like crazy until we were reduced to a panting, exhausted state.
The treatment sure worked! Both of us were ravenous, and the burgers disappeared quickly as we wolfed them down.
I normally did not sleep well in a strange bed, but that night was an exception. As soon as I got back to bed, I went out like a light into a dreamless sleep.
Well - almost dreamless. I woke in the a confused state where there seemed to be some sort of police siren going off. As my eyes began to focus I realized that we were not alone - Robbie was yelling as a girl jumped up and down on his writhing body.
"Stop it! You're hurting me!"
"Come on, wake up Robbie. It's late and the sun is shining."
I slowly realized that there were two girls in the room. The one who was apparently bent on raping Robbie, and another one who stood shyly by the door. Eventually Robbie threw off his tormentor and made for the bathroom, where the sound of rushing pee made my bladder reach bursting point in seconds. I followed him in and stood the other side of the commode as we both moaned in relief.
"Who the heck is that?"
"THAT is Maria. She's Uncle Mike and Aunt Sandy's daughter."
"Who's the other girl?"
"I don't know. Let's get our robes on and then find out."
Maria grabbed Robbie as soon as he emerged and gave him a huge hug.
"Hi, Robbie. Who's that?"
"My friend Andrew. Who's that?"
"Jennie. She's my best friend. Say hello, Jennie."
Things calmed down. I hadn't realized that the family we were sharing with had a daughter, much less one the same age as us. And Jennie was real pretty - slim, fair haired and cutely shy. I was quite happy to make do with her - Maria was a bit too fierce for my taste.
We eventually ejected the girls, showered and joined them for breakfast. Uncle Mike was huge - a tall, well built guy who was a paramedic - and Aunt Sandy was brown and athletic looking. I was relieved to find that they were friendly - grumpy adults can spoil a vacation.
Mike was gigantic. When we got to the beach, I stared at him - he obviously worked out a lot, and even his eyelashes probably had muscles. He was strong too - my favorite was when he cupped his hands under the water and we stepped into them and he effortlessly threw us high in the air. It was incredible - I seemed to be flying as I screamed and tumbled before splashing back into the sea.
I had never been on friendly relations with a man before and I got an immediate crush on Mike - he personified everything that I wanted to be. Robbie liked him too - looking back, the guy must have had a lot of patience to put up with two kids like us following him around like a pair of pet dogs. The girls went back to the house first and left us three males together. That's when I noticed the scar - starting on Mike's back and winding round his side before disappearing into his shorts.
"What's that scar, Uncle Mike?"
He twisted round to look at it, then grinned.
"Oh - I got that when I was a kid. Something was wrong with my plumbing inside there, so they opened me up and put it right. Take my advice, Andrew, never get anything wrong with your kidneys - they put you in hospital and do awful things to you."
The words just tumbled out of me.
"What? Like enemas and things?"
He laughed at that.
"Sure - plenty of enemas. I ended up wondering who owned my asshole, me or the nurses. But they put a tube in the other place as well."
His finger indicated just where the 'other place' was. I shuddered at the very idea.
"They put a tube up your....penis?"
He detected my hesitation.
"I call it a dick as well, Andrew. But yes - they did that. The real bad thing was the pain from my kidneys though - it sure hurt like hell."
The conversation drifted to other things. When we went to bed, after navigating the problem of taking turns in the bathroom with the girls, Robbie wanted to talk.
"I didn't think they ever put a tube in your dick!"
We each examined the orifice carefully - it was much bigger now that we were growing up. Robbie just could not get over the idea of something going in there. He had prepared for this - he produced two plastic drinking straws and handed one to me.
"Let's try it!"
I wasn't too keen, but he was already fingering his knob to open up the hole. I copied what he was doing and gingerly inserted half an inch of the straw before pain made me stop and pull it back out. Robbie and I looked at each other with a sort of awe.
"Hell - it must have killed to have something pushed all the way in there!"
Our folly surfaced the following morning when we took our pisses. It hurt. We both yelped and grimaced at the pain as we expelled our pee past the red and inflamed heads of our organs.
The pain subsided a bit as we swam around, but when Mike threw me in the air and I belly- flopped I could not contain the cry of agony that forced itself from me.
As soon as the girls departed to shower the salt from their hair and smother themselves with cream, Mike looked hard at the pair of us.
"Just what have you two been up to?"
We stood there shamefaced while he dragged out from us the facts of our experimentation.
"Okay. Let's go."
He marched us back to the house and took us into the bathroom that the adults shared.
"The ladies are busy with lunch. Drop them and let me see the damage."
We both winced and yelped as he gently and mercifully briefly examined the inflamed tissues. He shook his head in frustration.
"Do you two have any sense in those heads? Let's have lunch, then we're going down town."
The girls looked a little surprised after lunch when they were not invited to accompany us. Mike drove to a pharmacy, disappeared inside, then took a different route home and parked up in a deserted lane.
"Okay boys - I assume you don't want the women to know about this, so we'll do it here. Drop them."
God only knows what an observer would have imagined. Mike pulled out a tube of ointment and fitted it with a short nozzle, then grabbed the end of my dick and, as gently as he could, inserted the nozzle into my pee hole and squeezed the tube. I felt an inch of liquid fire squirt into me and screamed in terror, then subsided as the pain vanished as fast as it had arrived and was replaced by a blissful numbness. Robbie yelled in turn, then we both sat, chastened, on the back seat of the car while we got the expected lecture.
Finally, after he had scared the wits out of us by describing just what an infection in that area could accomplish, he asked the obvious question - why on earth had we done it in the first place? Robbie's face was a blazing red, so it fell to me to try to answer.
"We thought it might feel nice."
"And why would you think that, for pity's sake?"
I was blushing now.
"Well...I had an enema, and *that* felt...sort of...so I thought..."
I trailed into a miserable silence. Mike shook his head in despair.
"I think it's time the three of us went off on a hike. We'll go tomorrow - there's a lot you need to know."
He came to see us that night, repeated the thing with the ointment and then left us to shower, saying that we needed to get some hot water on the area. We spent a long while in the shower while the girls pounded on the door and demanded to use the bathroom, holding the shower head over each damaged penis in turn until they turned lobster red and looked like they ought to be served up inside a bun.
The girls were furious the following day, only slightly mollified by the promise of a shopping expedition, their curiosity aroused as to why the three of us were going off on our own. Mike drove us inland, then we walked a while until we reached a cool lake. He sat us down on a log and took a stick, then sketched the external and internal male anatomy in the sand.
We had done reproduction in school, but nothing like this - a couple of lessons with a red faced female teacher trying to hold down the ribald laughter of a class had not actually imparted much knowledge. Mike held us captivated for ages while he gave us a complete tour of the male genitalia and their associated glands.
The difference between Mike and the teacher was that when we learned about it in school, the one thing they never mentioned was pleasure - we had received a plug and socket explanation of how it all worked and that had not really taught us much. Mike told us about the erotic side of sex in an unerotic way - we didn't get all of it, of course, but we sure learned a lot. I sure never realized how important a girl's clitoris was before then, or how their engines took a fair bit of starting sometimes.
Then he paused.
"You mentioned that you got an enema, Andrew, and that it turned you on."
I hadn't quite been that explicit, but I nodded anyway. Then both Robbie and I sat riveted in place while he told us about prostate glands and anal sensitivity. Wow!
His final piece de resistance was to produce a pack of rubbers.
"I know you guys aren't into this stuff yet, but you have to know how to use one of these. They prevent pregnancy, and they might just save your life by stopping you from getting AIDS."
He demonstrated on a smooth piece of wood and showed us just how to put them on properly. I exchanged glances with Robbie, then asked Mike the obvious question.
"What sizes do these come in?"
He burst out laughing.
"Yes - I know they're far too big for you, but you're only twelve - you'll grow into them before you know it. There's four left - take two each - you can experiment with them when you're on your own. Just don't flash them around, eh?"
That was one fantastic day. By the time we got back home, we had dropped
the 'Uncle' title - we were all buddies now, united in male camaraderie.
And the soreness had gone!
Next day, the girls were consumed with curiosity. They waited until after lunch, when the adults were out of the way and we were lazing on the beach before tackling us about it. We told them the truth - that we had talked - but we refused to tell them the subject. Maria just sniffed.
"All about the birds and the bees, I reckon. Mom and me talked about that ages ago."
"I bet she left some things out. We got to know everything! And we can call him Mike - so we're real grown up now."
"No you aren't. You're still kids."
"We're young men now, not kids."
Maria was getting more and more angry - I suppose she was mainly annoyed that we were taking up her father's time - maybe she had a bit of a crush on him herself. Whatever the reason, she was determined to put us down. She glared at both of us.
"Well, how come *young men* get enemas from their mother? We heard all about it yesterday."
There was an awful silence. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow us, Robbie was red with anger and Maria exultant in her victory. Things were getting close to violence when Jennie broke in.
"It wasn't like that at all. We were eavesdropping - they didn't *tell* us."
Robbie calmed down a bit, but he was still awful angry.
"Mom always does that - tells people embarrassing things about me. Come on, tell me what she said."
"Aw, not much really - at least not about you two. She just said that she'd had to give you both an enema because you got ill on the journey here. Then they got on talking about when they were girls and what used to happen to them."
"Such as?"
"Oh - my mom said that it was a pity that enemas were out of fashion nowadays, because they always fixed her and her brother up real good when they got sick. Then your mom said that she had resurrected it because you were getting sick before math tests, and then they both burst out laughing."
I could see Robbie's ears - they looked like they were going to catch fire. Then Maria cocked her head on one side.
"What's a rectal tube?"
We both looked blankly at her. I shook my head.
"I don't know."
"You must know. Mrs. Bright said that's what she used."
Robbie suddenly caught on.
"It must be that thin tube she pushed over the nozzle..."
Something very strange was happening to me while I listened to Robbie describing the equipment. Until that point I had regarded girls as being more or less boys without willies - they were just something that was around most of the time with their major characteristics being a tendency to burst into tears and a desire for the entire universe to be color- coordinated. I was lying on my stomach at the time and Jennie was sitting up in her one- piece swimsuit, hugging her knees.
My gaze was suddenly drawn to the strip of blue fabric between her legs. It was wrapped tightly round her genitals, adopting their conformation, except in the very center where it was dead flat at the point where the flesh fell away into her slit. Then a small, oval dark patch appeared and enlarged somewhat. My first thought was that she had peed, then I recalled Mike's description of the juices that flowed from a girl who was sexually aroused.
At that point, Jennie became aware that I was staring straight at her crotch. She turned red and looked sort of flustered, then jumped up and ran straight into the sea where she threshed about furiously for a while before rejoining us and wrapping a towel firmly round her waist.
Robbie listened to me that night without understanding while I tried to explain my new-found feelings for Jennie. He shook his head sadly.
"I've seen it happen to other boys, but I never thought you would go all sloppy over a girl."
"She's not just a girl. I'm in love."
"Aw, c'mon, you can't be in love. You only met her a couple of days ago."
"I am in love. I want to make mad, passionate sex with her."
He giggled.
"Not a chance! Anyway, jerking is quicker and you never get your face slapped."
My crush on Mike was over. No way could he compete with Jennie. Even if I had suddenly become unable to speak to her.
Maria and Robbie encouraged the new romance - I think they were amused by the sight of me reduced to clumsy incoherence - and Jennie and I slowly grew closer together under the tolerant gaze of the adults. In those days it didn't worry me that our budding romance was conducted more or less in public, and sly comments from the grown-ups produced grins from us rather than anger - it was all very new, all very exciting and from their point of view it must have looked pretty cute to watch a pre-teen couple playing at a relationship.
The advantage was that they didn't feel it necessary to watch us in the way they would have done if we were a couple of years older. The disadvantage was that they were right - we were still climbing the mountain towards the distant goal of first kiss.
To our disappointment, Mike left after two weeks to go back to work. That left us boys considerably outnumbered by females!
Maria was particularly miserable one night. The adults were out for the evening and they had left us together with no more than a gentle set of exhortations to behave ourselves. All four of us gathered in our bedroom while we ganged up to extract the cause. Eventually she looked at Robbie and me.
"It's all your fault!"
"What is? What have we done?"
"They were talking about enemas again. And your mother told my mother that she really recommended them for kids our age. You realize that I'm probably going to end up getting one, don't you?"
"That's not *my* fault!"
"Is too. I don't want to have an enema. It's a scary thing."
"You don't need to be scared - it doesn't hurt or anything and it does make you feel better afterwards."
I decided to change the subject, because Jennie was looking at me in that funny way that made me go all woozy.
"Let's play cards, shall we?"
"What game."
Jennie jumped to her feet.
"STRIP POKER! Let's play strip poker."
After a moment of dead silence, we all agreed, giggling at the sheer wickedness of what we were doing. We were only twelve, of course, and we simply weren't ready for proper sex. The whole thing turned into a riot of laughter as one by one we imitated the gyrations of strippers until we were all totally naked.
It turned into a chase after that - we played nude tag around the house and even made short forays into the open air before collapsing in a laughing heap. There was no sex - not even an erection at the time - although both Robbie and I jerked ourselves into gasping oblivion when we were alone in bed.
The one thing that the strip poker game did was to break down all inhibitions between us. I will never forget the look on Aunt Sandy's face when she came into the bathroom from the girls' side with an armful of clean towels and found the four of us in various states of undress going through our morning washing. It was funny - her jaw dropped, and she actually apologized for intruding before she shot back out of the room! Mrs. Bright looked in on us shortly afterwards and we got that sort of soft look that you get from adults when you do something cute - I reckon they decided that we were just being children, so they didn't say anything or lecture us.
The final week of the vacation arrived - all four of us kids were the best of best friends by then - and it suddenly dawned on us that in a few days time we would all be going to our separate homes. Gloom descended. There is no such thing as a minor tragedy when you are twelve years old - this was the end of everything.
The adults didn't understand, of course. Things went their usual way - first they told us to cheer up, then they just got frustrated and cross when we didn't.
Maria was wide eyed when the females returned from a shopping trip.
"My mother bought one of those enema things! They got us an ice cream, and they thought we wouldn't notice when they disappeared into a drugstore. I saw them through the shop window - just holding them up one after the other until they found the right one. I'm going to get an enema - I just know I am."
Robbie tried to console her.
"Hey, even if you do, it's no sweat. Honest - just a sort of tickle when she puts the tube in, then a nice warm feeling from the water."
"I don't care. I'm scared. Maybe my mom doesn't know how to do it properly."
"Don't be silly. Mothers know all about that sort of thing. Didn't you say that she used to get them when she was a girl?"
"Yes - but that doesn't mean she knows how to do it to someone else. It hurts when you put something in there."
"How do you know?"
Maria stopped talking and blushed bright red. Robbie wouldn't let her off the hook.
"Come on - when did you have something up there?"
"When I was little."
"I thought you said you never had an enema?"
"I didn't. I used to play doctors with some other kids, and one of the boys played about with my butt hole - he shoved the handle of a paintbrush into it. It hurt like hell."
We all made sympathetic noises. I could imagine just how it had happened.
"So what happened then?"
"I ran home crying and told mom and dad. They had a good look, and dad said that it had cut me. He got these white tablet things and I had to have one of them inserted two times a day for ages. It hurt every time I went to the toilet - I remember crying with the pain - and then afterwards I had to get another thing. Daddy tried to be gentle, but it still hurt."
"But they don't use a paintbrush to give you an enema. Just a thin tube and lots of grease. It really doesn't hurt."
Maria shook her head - she obviously didn't believe him.
All hell broke loose that evening. We could hear Maria screaming at her mother, and we rushed into the girls' room to find Maria cowering in a corner while her mother tried to coax her out and persuade her to take an enema. Jennie had her arms round Maria, trying to calm her down, but without any success.
Robbie was quite masterful. He took Maria's arm and led her out of the corner, then made her sit down on the bed beside him. I sat with Jennie, while the two adults looked incredibly frustrated. Aunt Sandy tried again.
"Maria - you need one. I know the signs - you're constipated again."
"Just give me some medicine, then."
"An enema is easier and quicker. You know how you hate having the runs when you get a laxative."
"It's better than an enema."
Aunt Sandy threw her hands in the air - I could see she was about to give in. Robbie hugged Maria close.
"She's right, you know. Once you try it you'll wonder why you ever used anything else."
He got an approving look from both adults. I could feel Jennie next to me - she was sort of hot and pushing against me. Robbie looked at his mother.
"Actually, mom, I reckon I'm stuffed as well. Maybe Maria wouldn't be so scared if I took an enema first."
Jennie was getting quite agitated - I could feel her shifting around on the bed and she seemed to be hotter than ever. Then she spoke.
"Why don't we all have one?"
The adults looked at each other. Then Aunt Sandy grinned.
"A family enema! When I was a kid, if one of us got something infectious or if there was flu going around, my mother would set to and give all of us kids a good flushing. We had an outside privy, so she used to do it in front of the big log fire in the living room - I remember how coy and warm it was - until we had to run outside to the privy."
It was quite a while later before I realized that administering an enema can be a very sensual experience - almost as good as getting one, so I didn't understand then why the two ladies seemed to be becoming almost as excited as I was at Jennie's suggestion. Mrs. Bright looked around the four of us.
"Are you all happy with that suggestion?"
Only Maria looked doubtful, but even she nodded - things are never so bad for a kid when you're one of a group. Aunt Sandy beamed.
"Well, we have two bags, so you can go two at a time."
There was a period of confusion while the adults filled up the bags, then Robbie and I were sent to our bedroom while the girls trooped into the bathroom.
We didn't stay put, of course. As soon as we reckoned things had gotten underway, we opened the door and peeked in. The girls were crouching side by side, a length of red tubing protruding from each butt, while the ladies manipulated bags and clips to the sound of girlish squeals as each installment of liquid made them jump around.
We tensed as our presence was detected. The girls went into fits of giggles, the adults looked at each other. Then Aunt Sandy shrugged.
"What the heck - they've been running around together naked for long enough."
Actually, we hadn't - after our initial session, we had mainly kept our underwear on. And I certainly hadn't seen the view of Jennie that I was enjoying at that moment - my mind went back to Mike's instruction and I realized that what I was seeing coincided exactly with the picture he had drawn. Wow!
We were chased out again as the enemas concluded and the room descended into chaos with the girls fighting for the commode while the adults started washing, cleaning and refilling the bags. My stomach did pleasurable somersaults until we were called in.
It turned out that Robbie's mom was treating him, leaving me with Aunt Sandy. My erection had subsided, but in any case I had gotten pretty used to the fact that mothers didn't seem to pay it much attention anyway. Aunt Sandy was a lot clumsier than any previous lady - she sort of stabbed gently a few times before she found the right place, a process that had me on the verge of exploding right there and then.
Then I heard giggles. The girls were back! And a new realization - that sometimes an audience can increase the intensity of something just because you know they are watching. I could imagine Jennie seeing as much of me as I had seen of her, and that made me all woozy inside, adding to the pleasure that the presence of the thin tube in my anus and the slowly increasing pressure of water was producing. I could hear Robbie groaning through clenched teeth - I knew just how he felt!
Aunt Sandy was faster that Mrs. Bright as well. It made me really want to go because she did it so fast. As soon as she finished, I had to rush to the commode as the water threatened to overcome all my efforts to retain it - nothing else mattered at that precise moment.
The girls both squealed and shot back to their own rooms, and I hastily covered myself up as I saw Aunt Sandy staring at my erection. Mrs. Bright leaned over to her and whispered something in her ear that made her eyebrows rise.
"Really?"
"Every time."
She looked at the tube which was still in her hand, and a sort of thoughtful expression came over her face.
Things calmed down, and all four of us were tucked into bed before the adults departed. We didn't stay there, of course.
The girls crept in to our room - they looked a bit like a couple of cats watching a wounded bird - it made me start to feel funny again to see the expression on Jennie's face. We all froze at the sound of a squeal from somewhere.
Robbie jumped out of bed and opened the door a fraction - we could hear more clearly now. Yells and laughter were coming from somewhere. Robbie turned back with a look of total astonishment on his face.
"It's coming from their bathroom. I reckon they're not finished with the enema stuff yet!"
He closed the door quietly. It was dark, sort of hot and tense. Then Jennie suddenly grabbed me and pulled my pants down. She looked at the shriveled worm, then grabbed it and started to rub - there was more pain than pleasure, but it responded manfully and rose to the occasion. She pushed me on to my bed and we started to kiss - my very first one!
All four of us were excited, our inhibitions removed by the lingering stimulation of our enemas. Jennie felt like she had peed herself - she was wet and slippery as I searched with my fingers for the elusive organ that Mike had described.
We couldn't stop. I threw caution to the winds and dug out the condoms that Mike had left. Jennie looked momentarily scared, then nodded.
It wasn't one of the great screws. Neither of us really knew what we were doing and I suppose it was just as well that we were too young to be fertile, because the rubber got lost fairly early on. The sounds from the other bed spurred me on - we all eventually subsided into a damp, sweaty but incredibly satisfied heap.
The farewells were tearful. Despite promises to write, I was certain that I would never see Jennie again. Still, I was pretty certain that Robbie and I were the only two kids who would be starting at junior high who weren't virgins.
Aunt Sandy and Mrs. Bright hugged each other tight, then Sandy held up her bag.
"Just wait till I get home! That guy isn't going to know what hit him."
Then they started to giggle like two little kids. It was only when we
were halfway home that I managed to puzzle it out.
