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Name: RAEDOM From: reporter@poncacity.net Title: ST:" Swim Team, The" (t/t HS, oral, anal, enema Story: [The following story is fiction, and any resemblance to actual persons is completely unintentional. This story contains explicit descriptions of sex between teenaged boys. Anyone under the age of 18, or anyone offended by the subject matter of this story -- what are you doing at this site, anyway? Get lost -- now!]
THE SWIM TEAM
by RAEDOM
The swim team of our school had an excellent practice, especially for a Friday afternoon. My name is Justin Wheeler, I'm sixteen, a junior, and I've been the star diver for the team for two years. People have told me I'm handsome -- I don't know about that, but I do know I have off-blonde hair, worn short like all swimmers, blue eyes, and the slim, athletic build of most competitive divers.
A new kid had joined the team just yesterday, but was fitting right in. His name was Kenny Diamont and I had been assigned to show him the ropes, so when we got out of the pool, Coach Clancy called me over, and said, "Don't forget it's 'flush' day today. See that Kenny gets issued his equipment."
"What's 'flush' day?" Kenny wanted to know.
"It's a special routine Coach has set-up. He thinks it helps to improve our overall good health, and that's supposed to make us better swimmers. C'mon in the dressing room, and we'll get you outfitted."
Kenny was, fifteen, a sophomore who had just moved to town. He was slightly built, almost as small as the team member we called Little Paul, and because of this looked younger than than his actual age. He had dark brown hair, short of course, and the biggest, roundest, darkest brown eyes I had ever seen.
We went into the locker room, where the other male team members were already gathered, There was the usual noise and horseplay, but, contrary to normal, everyone still had their swim briefs on, and no one was yet in the showers. Sitting in the middle of the room was a special table on wheels. At one end of the table, two sturdy metal rods extended upward about eighteen inches from each corner, with shallow padded troughs about a foot long fastened to the tops of these rods. Also on one corner was a second rod, extending about three feet above the surface of the table, with a hook on the top end. The table itself was padded like a massage table, with a padded headrest at the end opposite the rods.
I led Kenny over to the supply cabinet. "You'll need one of these," I told him and took out a box of small round plastic pipes. These pipes were about four inches long and reverse tapered, so that one end bulged slightly. It was rounded, but squarish, with four sides, and there were two small holes in each side.
"Take one," I told Kenny, "it'll be for your use alone. Coach says it's more sanitary that way."
"But what's it for?" he asked as he chose one.
"I'll explain in a minute," I said, "but right now I need to get mine ouf of my locker." And I went back to the locker area.
Meanwhile, our team captain was getting things organized. As Kenny watched, Charlie told Frank to get the box out of the supply closet. Frank did and carried it over to the sinks along the sidewall. From the box he took a large rubber bag and started filling it with water. I returned just as Charlie, our team captain, said, "All right, who's going to be first?"
"I will," said Little Paul, "I need to get home as quick as I can." We had nicknamed him "Little Paul" because he was a freshman, but he still had the talent to make the varsity team.
"OK," assented Charlie, and with that, Paul stripped off his tiny swim suit and lay down on the table on his back. Meanwhile, Frank had finished filling the rubber bag. He screwed a stopper into it, attached a hose to the stopper, drained some of the water out through the hose, and closed a clamp near the end. "All right, Paul," said Frank coming over to the table, the bag in one hand and a jar of vaseline in the other,"where's your nozzle?"
"Here you go," said Paul, handing Frank one of the plastic pipes. Frank hung the bag on the hooked rod at the end of the table and attached the nozzle to the end of the hose, then coated it with lubricant. Kenny looked around and saw that each boy, including himself, was holding one of these things called "nozzles".
"What's going on?" Kenny asked me, slightly apprehensively.
"Just watch," I replied, "You'll see."
Little Paul raised his legs up and rested his calves in the shallow troughs on the end of the table. This spread his legs and exposed his little butt. Frank approached Paul's ass, pulled his buttocks apart and spread some vaseline on his asshole. Then he brought the nozzle to Paul's wrinkled little sphincter and inserted it in his asshole. He opened the clamp, and we could see the bag begin to deflate as water drained out of it..
"This is what 'flush' day is," I spoke to Kenny without turning my head. "Coach believes enemas are a health aid, so we each get one twice a week. The boys are on Tuesdays and Fridays, and the girls on Mondays and Thursdays." I glanced casually at Kenny and saw that his face was white as a sheet. "What's the matter?" I asked solicitously.
"I've never had anything like that done to me," Kenny said fearfully. "Is Paul actually getting water run into his butt?"
"Well, yeah," I told him, "that's what an enema is. You've really never had one before?"
"No," Kenny groaned, "and I'm not having one now!"
"But Kenny," I told him soothingly, "it's a requirement of being on the team. Your parents signed a slip giving the school permission to exercise all reasonable health precautions. This is just what Coach thinks is a reasonable precaution."
"I don't care, I'm not gonna do it!" Kenny was getting a little hysterical by now, and some of the boys were turning to look at us.
"Tell you what," I offered, "you and I can go last, and that way no one else will see you getting an enema this first time."
"Well, all right," Kenny said. I could see the calculating look in his eyes, and knew he figured that once we were alone he would be able to talk me into skipping it.
Meanwhile, all the water had run out of the bag and into Paul's belly. Frank pulled the nozzle out of him and handed it to him. Paul got up, clenching his butt-cheeks together, and went to one of the sinks by the end wall, quickly washing off his nozzle, then dashed for one of the toilet stalls and stepped inside. We all could plainly hear the gush of water from his rectum, with an occasional solid "plop" mixed in. While all this had been going on, another boy had filled a second enema bag. Frank now pulled off his briefs, and the next boy took the first bag down and handed it to the next guy in line, hung the second bag on the hook, attached the nozzle Frank gave him, lubed up the nozzle and Frank's anus, inserted the nozzle, then opened the clamp. Another boy took the first bag and started to refill it with water, getting it ready for the next treatment. Meanwhile Paul came out of the stall, picked up his briefs and towel and disappeared into the shower room.
This routine continued, until only Charlie, Kenny, Sammy, and I were left to be treated. Most of the others had emptied their bowels of their enemas, showered, dressed, and left for the weekend. Sammy was the one who had done the enema for the previous boy (now on the toilet) and he would be next.
Charlie motioned for me to fill the empty bag, scowling a little because he thought I should have done this already, but I took him aside and explained the situation with Kenny.
"OK," Charlie said sympathically, "I'll go next so I can leave you two alone. I remember the first time we all got treated, and I sure wouldn't want to walk into the middle of this as the new kid."
"Thanks," I told him, and he grabbed the bag and filled it. By now Sammy was naked on the table, and the boy he had treated came out of a toilet and went to shower. Charlie went to the table and greased up Sammy's nozzle and asshole, stuck the nozzle in him, and opened the clamp. I went over to the sink and got the empty bag. I motioned Kenny over with a jerk of my head, and when he came up beside me, I told him, "You need to learn how to do this, because you'll be expected to help out next Tuesday."
I showed him how to gauge the water temperature, neither too hot nor too cold, and filled up the bag. "Now," I instructed, "see, this stopper screws in the mouth of the bag. It's got a hollow tip on it, and this hose fastens onto that." I put end of the hose in the sink and upended the bag so some water drained out, then clamped it off. "That's to get all the air out of the hose. If you didn't do that, you'd be attacked by a case of the farts." Kenny smiled wanly at my bathroom humor.
By now, Charlie was up on the table, with his legs resting in the supports. This spread his legs open as well as elevating them, and allowed easy access to his butt. I attached his nozzle to the hose and lubed it, then opened his butt-cheeks and smeared some vaseline on his anus. Bringing the nozzle up to his asshole, I gently pushed it in, and opened the clamp. When the water started flowing, Charlie's cock started squirming, and he quickly got a full erection.
Kenny gasped when he saw this, but I said, "That happens to most of us. You must not have seen the hard-ons some of the other guys had. Coach says it's normal. Some of the guys even jack off while the water is draining out of them; you can hear their heavy breathing in the toilet stall. Coach says that's normal, too."
"Like you've never done that," Charlie teased. I just smiled somewhat sheepishly. Charlie gently fondled his hard dick as the water drained into him until he soon was full. I pulled his nozzle out, detached it from the hose and handed it to him. While he headed for the sink and then the toilet, I handed the bag to Kenny. "All right guy," I told him, "get this ready for me."
He gulped but took the bag and stepped over to the row of sinks. I watched him as he worked, to see if he would have any trouble. The only time he fumbled was when he tried to clamp the hose. I helped him there, showing him how he could pinch the hose with his finger and thumb until he got the clamp closed.
I went over to the table, stripped off my swimsuit and lay down. "OK, Kenny, I instructed, "fix me up."
Just then Charlie came out of the toilet stall and headed for the shower room, not bothering to look at us. He must have heard what we were saying to each other, but probably figured things would work out best if he stayed out of it and let me handle it.
Kenny hung the bag on the hook and attached the nozzle I handed him without any problems. I told him to make sure he didn't get any vaseline in the eight little holes in the sides of the nozzle, because they would stop up and make it hard for the water to drain out. He greased up the nozzle, being careful as I had instructed, then hesitated and got a funny look on his face.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Well,:" he replied in a voice not much above a whisper, "I just don't think I can put my finger on your asshole," he saiid plaintively.
"Oh, heck," I kidded him, "It won't hurt either of us. We all do it, so it's no big deal."
"But I've never done anything like this," he wailed.
"Sure, I know," I soothed him, "I remember the first time I did it. I was really weird, but you get used to it. Now come on and get with the program so we can go home."
"Well, if I gotta," Kenny said reluctantly. I felt him open my asscheeks, apply the lube, then -- nothing.
"Now what's wrong," I asked peevishly.
"Gee, Justin," he said miserably, "I just don't see how I can stick this thing in you."
I was beginning to lose my patience. "Oh, for goodness sake," I snapped, "it's been done many times before and hasn't hurt me yet. That's what the lubrication is for. Now come on and let's get this over with."
Kenny screwed up his face in an agony of concentration. He pulled my buttocks apart, peered closely in between them, and brought the tip of the nozzle to my anus. I pushed down with my abdomen so that my asshole pooched out, and said, "Now push it in." I felt a pressure on my slit, then something cold and hard slipped past the ring of muscle and into my rectum. "Now turn the water on," I reminded him.
I heard the click of the clamp and warm water gushed into my bowels. Charlie came out of the showers and went to the lockers,
When the warm water started flowing into me, my prick sprang to attention as it usually did. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kenny staring at it in fascination. He didn't say anything, so I didn't, either. Soon enough the bag was empty and my belly was full. "Now close the clamp so any leftover water won't run out," I reminded Kenny, "then pull the nozzle out of me, take it off the hose, and give it to me."
He did so, and I got up, clenching my butt-cheeks tightly together to keep the water in my ass. My engorged penis swayed back and forth as I stepped to the end-wall sinks and washed my nozzle, then went into the nearest toilet stall. I sat down and relaxed my sphincter, and water and solids gushed out of me. After my conversation with Charlie, I thought it better that I didn't jack off, so I left my hard prick alone. I was soon drained, wiped myself off, and stepped out in the main room, my prick still half-hard but continuing to deflate.
Kenny was standing there with a stricken look on his face. "I just can't do it," he said piteously, "I just can't let you stick something in my ass and squirt water in me."
"Kenny," I said patiently, "for the last time, you've got to get this done, or coach won't let you stay on the team. "Look," I continued, "I told you the girls do it, too. Don't tell me you're too chicken to do something even a girl can do."
"But you could just tell Coach --- "
"Kenny I'm not going to lie to Coach, he catches a guy in a lie too easily. You'll just have to get it done."
"Yeah, but -- " then he surrendered. "Oh, hell, come on and let's get this over with."
"Attaboy," I cheered him on, and went to the sink to fill up the bag. When I had connected and drained the hose, I turned around. Kenny had slipped his tiny swimsuit off, but was still standing by the table with a look of fear on his face.
"Come on, Kenny boy, don't funk out after you've come this far. Get on up on the table." Looking hang-dog, he boosted himself onto the table and lay down. Without being told, he put his legs in the supports, exposing his little round butt. I hung the bag, connected the nozzle he handed me without looking at me, greased it up, then pulled his asscheeks apart, and lubed his little hole. He drew his breath in sharply when my finger smeared vaseline on his anus, but didn't say anything. I brought the nozzle to his little opening, and gently eased it in. Another sharp breath. I opened the clamp and saw the bag start to collapse in on itself. Charlie came out of the locker area and said he'd see us Monday.
As the water started flowing, Kenny sucked his breath in between his teeth again. I glanced at his penis and saw it flop around and then inflate. I don't remember ever seeing a guy's hard-on before we started this program, and now I saw about a dozen twice a week. Kenny's compared favorably with most of the guys. It was not as long as mine, but was as long or longer than most others. Charlie, for instance, had a dong as thick as I did, but not as long. Little Paul, surprisingly had a really thick, long dick. Kenny's, instead of being thick like nearly all the others, was slender, which made it look longer still. For some reason as I looked at it, was reminded of an enema nozzle. Then I thought, "If his prick could be used to give an enema, then mine -- " but no! that was perverted. I'd fucked three girls from school and knew I wasn't gay, so why should I be thinking of shoving my prick in another guy's asshole! I was getting another hard-on just thinking about it, and as I looked at Kenny's long slender prick, I suddenly wondered how it would taste.
"Now this is really going too far!" I scolded myself, but I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. Surely it wouldn't hurt anything if I just held it for a moment! Seemingly of it's own volition, my hand reached out and took gentle hold of Kenny's dong. He jumped when I did this but didn't way anything. I looked his circumcised prick over for a moment, then seemed to be watching from outside myself as I bent over and took it into my mouth. As the head passed my lips, Kenny gave a little grunt of surprise, but had no other reaction. I lowered my mouth down the entire lengh of his prick, and started sucking, at the same time beginning to move my head up and down. Soon Kenny was moving his hips up to meet me, fucking hard into my mouth. After quite a bit of this, I felt the shaft swell up suddenly and my mouth was filled with salty-tasting cum.
I wanted to bolt from the room, but for one thing I was totally naked, and for another I suddenly realized I had another erection! Kenny was still laying still with his eyes closed, so I clamped the hose, pulled the nozzle from his butt, and said thickly, "Better empty out, now."
He got up and ran to a stall. I didn't have the nerve to remind him that he was supposed to clean his nozzle first, (Coach required us to do it this way so the enema water would have more time to do it's work) so I detached it and washed it for him. All this time my head was whirling. How could I ever face the kid again? What could I say, what could I do? What would happen to me if he told Coach?
And all the time, I still had a hard-on.
I became aware that the sound of water gushing out of someone's rectum had stopped, and just then I heard the toilet flushing. Kenny opened the stall door, and I couldn't look at him. But he came over and laid a hand on my arm, saying, "Wow, Justin, why didn't you tell me it would feel like that? Having that hard thing up my butt was the most incredible thing I ever felt! And then when you -- you know -- I thought I'd died and gone to heaven! You gotta be one cool guy to think of my feelings like that. I'll never be afraid of an enema again!"
I sucked him off and he thought I was cool? I couldn't believe my luck -- as least I wouldn't be getting in trouble with Coach. But what if he told some of the other guys? "You've got to keep this between us," I pleaded. "I doubt if the others would understand."
"Gotcha," he agreed conspiratorily. Then his eyes dropped to my prick. "But you're hard again!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah," I said, "well I've gotta admit that sucking your cock did kinda turn me on."
"Gee," he said, "I'd like to return the favor, but I don't think I'm ready to be a cocksucker yet. Hey, I know,": he continued excitedly, "I just found out I like having something hard up my ass. You could stick your prick in there. I wouldn't mind. In fact, I t;hink I'd like it."
The kid was asking me to fuck his ass! My hard-on was so stiff by now it was beginning to hurt, so I didn't have to consider his offer for long. "Bend over the enema table," I said, and when he had done so, I took some vaseline and greased up both his asshole and my prick. Bringing the head to his little slit, I pushed forward gently but firmly. I felt my foreskin peel back as the head of my penis popped inside him. Another sharp intake of breath from him.
"Did I hurt you," I asked anxiously.
"Lord, no," he exulted, "it feels wonderful ! Push it in the rest of the way."
I didn't need to be told that twice and with one lunge, I went in up to the hilt. I drew back and plunged in again, and he worked his buttocks in counterpoint to my thrusts. I picked up the tempo, going faster and faster, but Kenny matched me with his butt stroke for stroke. A knot of pure ecstacy gathered at the base of my balls, my nuts bunched up against it, my prick swelled even more, and wad after wad of cum tore through my prick and into his rectum.
As my breathing began to slow down to normal, I saw that he was jacking himself off, and I felt his anus grab hold of my cock as he pumped semen on the floor under the enema table. I pulled out and sat down weakly on the table, and he crawled up to collapse against my shoulder.
"Wow, that was fantastic!" he crowed.
"You bet it was," I agreed. Suddenly sanity returned. "Kenny we've got to shower and get out of here! They'll be locking up soon." We jumped off the table, trotted to the shower room and washed up quickly.
As he turned around and around, rinsing himself off, I kept staring at his cute little butt, wondering what I had done, and what was going to happen next. I liked sex with girls a lot, but what Kenny and I had done was pretty great, too.
We went to the locker area and dressed in silence, then drained and stored the enema bags, but as we left the building and prepared to go our separate ways, Kenny said, "Thanks, Justin, I've never been treated so well by anyone. Suppose we might be able to do it again sometime?"
"Maybe," I said noncommittally, "but we don't dare do anything more at school. We could get expelled, maybe even arrested."
"Yeah, I see," he said thoughtfully. "Well, anyway, thanks for all you did for me." and he turned around and headed for his home.
"Amazing," I thought, "the guy thanked me for fucking him in the asshole!"
The most surprising thing about this incident for me was the fact that I had already had several heterosexual experiences and had never been attracted to male-male sex before this. Kenny and I had sex on a regular basis until I graduated, but I never had a homosexual encounter with anyone else. Kenny also dated several girls, and had his share of sex with them. As a matter of fact, we were on a double date when Kenny lost his heterosexual virginity, breaking the cherry of his date in the front seat of the car after listening to me fucking my girlfriend in the back seat.
I still like to use enemas as part of my sex play, mainly as a masturbation device.
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