Owen’s hypnotizing words distracted me enough that he inflated both balloons before I could react.
“How does it feel?”
“A little strange. I feel very full.”
“Just wait. I haven’t even started the water flowing yet.”
There was some rustling, and the bed bowed. He spooned into me, and his arms surrounded me.
“We can do this one of two ways. I can let you control the flow of water. You can stop it anytime and start when you can take more, or I can control it. I will know by your body when to start, slow down, stop, and start again.” He kissed my shoulder tenderly.
“You…please,” I whispered.
A moment later, I felt the slightest trickle of fluid entering me. Owen was massaging my back, telling me to relax. The flow picked up a little, and for the first time, I could feel the bite of the enema. Only it didn’t burn like the ones Cyndi administered.
“I used a very mild soap. It’s called Castile Soap. Unlike the enemas Cyndi gave you, you’ll still get some cramping, just not as severe.” He reached his arms around me and started a light kneading above my pelvic area. Whatever cramping I had ceased while the water continued to flow.
“You are doing wonderfully. You’ve almost taken half the bag,” his hands were still kneading me, “Oh, here comes a cramp. I’m going to ride it out with you. That’s it; take deep breaths, relax…center on my hands and try and relax right there…ahhh…the cramp is gone…” He kissed my shoulder again and told me I was doing great. This man could tell just by his light touch everything I was feeling. It was so amazing.
I was starting to feel full and felt myself pushing back against the inflated bulb. It was such an odd feeling to be able to do that and know I wouldn’t leak. Owen slowed down the flow to almost a trickle and then, a moment later, stopped it altogether.
“That’s it,” he said. He held me for a few minutes and then moved from the bed. “How do you feel?”
“Great, it’s not painful at all.”
“Do you feel the urge to evacuate, or can you hold it longer?”
“I’m okay for now.”
“When we get to the point, we aren’t like two teenagers letting our cocks rule us. I’m going to fill you like this one night, then suck you until you shoot your lovely load in my mouth. Oh, what an orgasm that’s going to be.”
He helped me roll over to my back, which increased the pressure and the cramping, but his nimble fingers massaged them away. I was surprised my cock wasn’t harder, but Owen explained I was relaxed enough that sex wasn’t foremost in my head. I wanted to laugh and even tried to, but I couldn’t. Sex, especially with Owen, was most definitely foremost on my mind.
“I remember during my time with John, I had to hold an enema for close to fifteen minutes. It was a rather caustic one at that. I thought I was going to explode. When John pulled the nozzle from me, and I discharged, I had the strongest orgasm I’d ever had.”
Owen could feel the cramping increasing and knew it was time. “Okay, my brave man, it’s time to get you up.” He helped me to the edge of the bed, swung my feet over, and stood me up.
“Oh my,” I said, feeling the bulging water pooling downwards. My stomach was distended, making me look like I was pregnant, and when I took a small step, I felt like everything inside of me was sloshing around. The desire to evacuate was becoming primary. He guided me to the toilet and helped me sit, telling me to spread my legs widely.
I was mortified that he would stay with me while I released the enema. I wanted to beg him to leave me and give me privacy, but Owen knelt before I could.
“Austin,” he whispered. “I know what you are thinking and feeling. This is a natural part of life. Don’t be shy or embarrassed. At some point, you will be standing where I am. I will feel the same momentarily, and most possibly, you will say the same thing to me.” He released the screws on the pump, put his hand between my legs, and pulled the nozzle gently from my bottom. Within a half second, the first gush of water exploded from my bowels. I let out a loud ‘Ahhh,’ repeating it as wave after wave evacuated.
Owen held me, kissed my forehead, and rubbed my shoulders to ward off my shaking. It wasn’t that I was cold. It was more of I was being overwhelmed by such a private and yet such an erotic moment. The deluges finally began to subside. Owen stood up and walked over to turn on the shower, making sure the water was warm, giving me a moment to flush and wipe, evacuate some more, and flush and wipe.
After a soothing shower and another brief internal rinse with a shower hose and stainless steel wand attachment, something Owen installed earlier while I was out, we returned to the guest room. He waited until I was facing him on my side before he put something on the nightstand and lay down beside me.
“We might have to run to Great Falls next week to get a bigger bed. This bed isn’t big enough for the two of us. I can’t imagine trying to put three people in it.”
He kissed me before I could say anything. We hadn’t set foot in what was once my bedroom since his arrival. It gave off bad vibes as far as we were concerned. I didn’t tell him about the gruesome threesome sleeping in there and that I hadn’t slept there since.
“What are you thinking?” We were on our sides facing each other, only our fingertips touching.
“Oh, just the usual insecurities. Maybe I won’t be able to please you because I’m so inexperienced, things like that.”
“Austin, we are just starting. I have enough confidence in you to know we’ll find a way.” He pulled me into his arms and held me tightly against him. “That first night, when you took me in your mouth. Oh lordy, no one and I’m totally honest, no one had ever done that to me before. I have such vivid dreams of your teeth grazing my cock again like that.”
He started kissing me. The long, sweet kisses were reminiscent of the first night we met. He held my head gently between his hands and rolled me on my back. Slowly, he pushed his weight on top of me. Instinctively, I spread my legs to allow him to get closer. He raised his body, holding his full weight with his arms, and stared at me. The smile in his eyes stared down at me, making me feel safe and wanted.
There were no spoken words. Our thoughts and desires guided us. He knew what I wanted, and I trusted him enough to give it to me. He spread my legs and leaned in, kissing me from my balls down to my ass. My moans guided him on. His fingers touched me gently. With his tongue and his finger, he slowly opened me up. Feeling him slipping his finger deeper into my ass was pure heaven. I wanted to shout to the moon and the stars, and I most likely did at some point.
He knew the moment I was ready for him. His cock was lubricated, his smile beaming. I felt him at me, a light pressure. He held himself there, patiently waiting for me to invite him in. A whispered breath told me to relax. I let out my held breath, and a moment later, he was slipping into me. He didn’t move; he wanted me to take him in my time when I was comfortable. I pushed against him, taking a few more inches. He leaned over and kissed my forehead, eyes, and down my face, giving little kisses from my ear to my lips.