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Shawn: Enema Boy
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Shawn
I was sitting around my living room one evening, just relaxing after a
hard day's work, when my doorbell rang. Getting up from my chair, I wondered
who it might be as I was not expecting any visitors. Upon opening the door,
I discovered a young boy of about nine or ten wearing a blue T-shirt and
shorts. I recognized him as one of the children I had seen playing around
the neighborhood. I had often admired his young body and small rounded rear
end as he ran around the street with his friends. As he stood in the
doorway, I glanced down between his legs and noticed the slight bulge that
his small penis created in the front of his tight shorts. Pulling my eyes
away with some difficulty, I said:
"Can I help you"
"Mrs. Taylor says you fix TV's and stuff. I was wonder'in if you could fix
my tape recorder?" The child explained.
Always eager to help out a neighbor, (especially a cute little boy), I
said "Well, I can take a look at it I suppose. Where is it?"
"Right here!" He exclaimed, producing a small unit from his pocket.
"Well come on in and we'll have a quick look at it." I said, opening the
door for him.
"Gee, thanks mister!" The lad said as he entered my house.
"You can call me John." I said, taking the initiative for introductions.
"I'm Shawn." He responded in kind.
"Glad to meet you Shawn, Do you live on this street?"
"Yep. About four houses down on the other side. It's the white house with
the green shutters."
"Oh yes, I know the one." I said, leading the way to the second floor
where I have my electronics shop. "I have my equipment up here." I said as
we climbed the steps.
Upon entering the room, Shawn's face lit up as he saw my collection of
electronic paraphernalia. "Wow, you sure got some neat stuff!" He exclaimed.
"Thank you." I said, "I have managed to collect a few things over the
years. Now let's see that tape player."
Shawn handed the unit to me and I started my preliminary inspection. "WHat
does it seem to be doing?" I inquired.
"The sound's not very loud, and it's too slow." Shawn explained.
"Well, it probably just needs a good cleaning." I explained, reaching for
my tools.
After a few minutes of work, I had the device apart and proceeded to clean
the heads. Unfortunately I discovered that I was out of head cleaning
solution. Well, alcohol works pretty well, so Shawn and I went downstairs to
the closet to get some.
Upon opening the closet, my heart skipped a beat. I had forgotten to hide
my three enema syringes that I had used the day before during one of my
fantasies! Hoping that Shawn either would not notice, or that he would not
even know what they were, I quickly grabbed the alcohol bottle and started
to close the door.
When I looked at Shawn, I noticed that he was staring right at the enemas.
Well, I figured he was only a kid, and probably too shy to say anything
about them even though it was now obvious that he knew what they were. But I
was wrong, because right then he said:
"Do you have kids, John?"
"No," I replied, "why do you ask?"
"I saw the enemas in your closet, I thought they were just for kids."
"Well, " I said trying to think quickly, "I have a young nephew who visits
me sometimes, and once in a while he needs one, so I keep them around."
"Oh." the boys said. I couldn't tell if he believed me or not.
"I take it you've had an enema before?" I asked turning to head back
upstairs.
"My mother used to give me 'um. But not so much any more."
"Oh, I see." I said. I noticed that Shawn sounded just a little
disappointed about that fact. I figured it could be that he, like myself,
might have enjoyed the enemas his mother gave him. I decided to find out.
"When I was your age, I used to get an occasional enema myself." I
volunteered.
"Really?" Shawn said, definitely interested.
"Yep, " I continued, "usually she would use one of those refillable white
bulbs like I have in the closet there. What kind does your mother use?"
"Well," Shawn said reluctantly, "she uses both that kind and then
sometimes those ones she buys at the store. I don't like those ones though,
because they hurt."
"Does she put you across her lap?"
"Yep, and after she's done, she holds my butt together for a couple of
minutes before she lets me go.
"Yea," I said, "that's normally how it's done." I noticed that Shawn's
face was a little flushed. Obviously he was still a little embarrassed
talking about this subject. I was surprised that he would talk about it at
all - especially to a stranger!
While we were talking, I finished cleaning the tape recorder and now
putting the last screws into the back. "There!" I said triumphantly, "That
should do it."
"Does it work now?" Shawn asked.
"It should, let's put a tape in and find out."
The unit worked perfectly and Shawn was delighted. "How much do I owe you
for fixing it?" he asked.
"Don't sweat it." I replied. "It didn't cost me anything except a little
alcohol, and I enjoyed your company."
"Gee, thanks John!" The child said.
"No problem." I replied. "Glad to do it. Let me know if it gives you any
more trouble."
"Sure. Hey, can I stay here for a while? There's no one around outside to
play with, and I don't want to go home right now."
"I don't mind." I said, happy that I would have this cute boy for company.
"Let's go downstairs and get something to drink."
"Great!" Shawn said heading towards the stairs.
We went to the kitchen where I poured two glasses of Coke, then went and
sat down in the living room.
"How often does your nephew come to visit?" Shawn asked after a few sips
of his drink.
"A couple of times a month." I replied.
"Oh. How old is he?"
"Seven." I said, wondering how far I was going to have to go with this
story. My real nephew was only a couple months old, and had never visited me
once!
"Does he like it when you give him an enema?" Shawn asked.
It was starting to seem that Shawn did indeed have a very strong interest
in enemas. This could be an interesting evening!
"Not really," I said, "he usually cries a little bit. How about you, do
you like it when your mother gives you an enema?"
"Well, .... I didn't at first, but after a while, I didn't mind it as
much, it kinda feels neat. Ya know?"
"Yes, I suppose it does. When was the last time your mother gave you one?"
"A couple of weeks ago. I told her I had a tummy ache, and she finally
used it on me."
"Did you really have a tummy ache?" I inquired.
"Yea, " Shawn said, a little nervously, "it hurt real bad."
"I see. You don't have a tummy ache now, do you?" I asked.
"Well, actually, it does hurt a little." Shawn responded, looking at the
floor.
"Where does it hurt?" I asked him.
"Right here." he said, pointing to an area around his stomach. "It kinda
feels like it did that time."
"Maybe you had better go home and tell your mother about it. She should be
able to take care of you."
"Naw, she won't do anything about it for a while until she says she's sure
that I need an enema."
"Do you think an enema would help?" I asked, barely able to contain my
excitement.
"Yea!" Shawn said with conviction, "I know it will."
"well, I suppose I could give you one, ... but you can't tell anyone, it
wouldn't seem right, you know."
"I wouldn't tell anyone. Nobody but you even knows I get enemas."
"Ok then," I said, getting up. "Come with me, and we'll fix you right up."
I lead the way to the closet, opened it up and retrieved the 3oz enema
bulb and a jar of Vaseline. My penis was already almost fully erect as we
entered the bathroom. I had never given an enema to a young boy before, this
was going to be a treat!
Shawn watched me as I started to draw water into the basin. After checking
to see that I had the right temperature, I picked up a bar of soap and
started to mix it around in the water.
"Does your mom generally use soap in your enema? I inquired.
"Yup," came the reply, "and sometimes she puts a little salt in too for
some reason."
"Well, we'll leave the salt out for this one I think. The soap should work
just fine."
When I was satisfied with the soapiness of the water, I rinsed my hands
and reached for the enema bulb. After rinsing it out a few times, I filled
it full of the soapy liquid and placed it on the edge of the bathtub.
"It looks like we're about ready." I said, turning to Shawn.
The boy was staring at the loaded bulb syringe that was awaiting him. I
took hold of his shoulders and gently guided him over to the tub. Then,
placing a towel on my lap, I said: "In order to do this right, you have to
pull your pants down, you know."
"Uh-huh." Shawn said, still eyeing the enema. I noticed now that one of
his hands was busy rubbing at the front of his shorts. It was obvious that
he had more on his mind than just relief of his "tummy ache".
"Let me help you." I said, taking his T-shirt and pushing it up around his
chest. Shawn made no move to lower his shorts, so I took it upon myself to
undress the lad. As I inserted my fingers into the waistband of his shorts,
I felt the smooth white skin of his young body. Slowly I worked them down
his legs to the floor. Shawn was now standing there with only his white
cotton briefs covering his young body. He was still slightly rubbing his
penis through his underpants, and obviously very much enjoying the
sensation.
"Are you ready Shawn?" I asked him.
Shawn just nodded his head and I saw that he was beginning to breath very
heavily. I reached for his underpants and started to slide them down his
body. As Shawn's pubic area slowly came into view, I noticed that his small
penis was fully erect, sticking out from his body like a miniature soldier
at attention. It was about 2 1/2 inches in length, and about as big around as
my thumb. His small testicles were in a tight, pink little ball held close
in between his legs. He had no hair at all around his young cock and balls
and, even though he had not yet reached puberty, he had definitely enjoyed
the rubbing that he had been doing. Tentatively, I reached out my hand and
started stroking his young erection with my fingers. His young boyhood
throbbed as I stroked the skin up and down. With my other hand, I started to
tickle his little testicles. Shawn stood there enjoying the feelings between
his legs as I fondled him.
"I'll bet this feels pretty good to you doesn't it? I said.
"Uh-huh" Shawn said, standing there now totally exposed to me.
"Well, let's get this enema into you, them maybe we can take care of
this." I said giving his penis a gentle squeeze.
"Come on now, and lie across my lap." I said, removing my hands from
between his legs.
Shawn pulled his underpants down all the way to his ankles, then stepped
entirely out of them and his shorts. Completely naked now from the waist
down, the boy bent forward and placed himself face down across my knees. I
put my hand on his soft bottom to help scoot up and get him into position.
I could feel his rock hard penis against my leg as he lay there on my lap
awaiting his enema. I moved my leg back and forth to stimulate him even
more, and was rewarded with a slight moan of pleasure from the boy.
I then reached for the enema that was sitting on the edge of the tub, put
a small dab of Vaseline on the tip, and got ready for the initial insertion.
Putting my hand gently on Shawn's smooth buttocks, I worked my fingers into
the crack between the two white globes and spread them apart to expose his
pink puckered anus.
"Here we go." I said as I placed the tip of the enema syringe against the
entrance to the boy's rectum. I saw Shawn look back over his shoulder as I
gently pushed the tip of the enema bulb deep into him. He stiffened a little
as it entered his tight little hole, but he offered no verbal complaints. I
heard him take a sharp breath as I started squeezing the enema, sending the
water into his bowels. When the bulb was empty, I withdrew it and refilled
it with more soapy water. I noticed a small bit of water start to escape
from him and said,
"Concentrate Shawn. Remember, you have to hold the water in!"
"I am, but I'm feeling real funny down there!" He said as I felt his rear
end tighten up to hold the water in.
"I know, " I said reassuringly, "It won't take very long. How much does
your mother usually give you?" I asked.
"She usually sticks it in at least two or three times." Shawn replied. I
saw his buttocks twitch just a bit as I re-inserted the enema tip.
"Let me know when you seem full." I said to him.
I emptied the bulb twice more into the boy before he indicated that he had
had enough. I kept him lying across my lap for a couple minutes, while
holding his small rump. I was able to hold his cheeks together tightly and
still work a couple of my fingers down between his legs to tickle his
scrotum while we were waiting. Soon, I let him stand up, but kept my hand on
his rear end to help him hold the water.
His penis was still fully erect, its small purple head throbbing with each
breath that the boy took. I again placed my fingers around it and started to
stroke it up and down. Between trying to hold the enema water and the
feelings between his legs, Shawn was starting to tremble a little. I figured
that he was going to reach orgasm soon, (as much of an orgasm as a ten year
old can experience anyway), so I decided to let him go to the bathroom
rather than have him loose his water all over the floor. I guided him over
to the toilet and let him sit down. I was immediately rewarded with the
sound of the enema water splashing from him into the bowel. When he was done
and wiped clean, I had him come over to me. I then pulled off his shirt and
had him sit on my lap.
"How do you feel now, Shawn?" I asked, starting to stroke his still erect
penis.
"Much better." He said, sounding rather tired.
"That's good. Now I'm going to make you feel real good. Just relax." I
started to stroke him harder now and as I continued, I noticed that he was
breathing harder that ever.
"Do you rub yourself between your legs a lot?" I asked him.
"Usually only when I'm by myself" he managed to say. "My mother doesn't
like me to do it, but it feels real good."
"I know it does." I said. "Have you ever heard of a 'blow job'?" I asked
him.
"sure, that's when someone sucks on your dick, right?"
"Yes," I said, "Has anyone ever sucked on you before?"
"Me and my friend Tommy suck each other some times." Shawn said, starting
to move his hips around as he was growing closer to orgasm.
"Would you like me to suck your penis?" I asked him.
"Sure! That'd be neat, Then I'll do you!"
So saying, I stood him up, and the knelt down between his legs, facing his
now pulsating cock. I leaned forward and licked around his hairless pubic
area, then I gently sucked on his tight little scrotal sack. His little
penis jumped each time my tongue made contact with his warm flesh. I thn
put my mouth over the head of his cock and began to suck on him. After only
a minute or so of this, I heard Shawn sigh deeply, and felt his penis jump
inside my mouth. His whole body then went limp, and I had to almost hold him
up as he stood there panting after his orgasm.
"I never felt like that before" He was saying.
"You never had an orgasm before?" I asked surprised.
"I don't know, it always used to tickle like that around my dik and y
stomac, but it nver et THAT god" He id.
"Don't worry, it's normal. You'll be feeling that more and more often as
you get older. Come on now, we have to get you dressed. It wouldn't be good
for anyone to find me with a naked ten year old boy in my house."
So saying, I took his underpants and held them out for him. Shawn stepped
into them and I pulled them up his body. Next, his shorts, and finally, his
T-shirt.
When he was fully dressed, I placed my hand between his legs and rubbed
his now soft little boy's penis saying, "Well, you know, if you ever need
another enema, just come on over and I'm sure we can fix you up. Would you
like that?"
Shawn just smiled and gave me a big hug.
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