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Thanks giving

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 27 Apr 2003 0 comments
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Thanks giving by This past Thanksgiving, my sister went to visit her husband's family in northern Maine. They invited me to join them, mostly because their oldest son is a junior at Harvard and since I live in Cambridge, they figured I could give him a ride. Even though we live in the same town, I hadn't really spent any time with John. He's a tall, goodlooking 20-year-old majoring in Amercian Studies, whatever that means. He's always been extremely polite and quiet. But I never know what to say to him. We drove up in one day, but it took over 7 hours. He slept most of the way and was no help with the driving since he can't drive a standard transmission. We were there for four days and everyone got along pretty well. The more time I spent with John, the more I liked him and, to be honest, I developed a bit of a crush on him even though I knew it was inappropriate. He's one of these guys with dark hair and pale skin. A soccer player, and from the looks of the way he filled out his clothes, a nice solid body with a big hard ass. But believe me, I wasn't going to make a fool of myself by coming on to him or anything like that. On the way home, he started complaining that he didn't feel very well, so we stopped for some aspirin and coffee. About halfway, he told me again that he was having stomach cramps. It was late anyway, so I suggested we stop at a motel. I really began to get worried about him because he was spending so long in the bathroom while I tried to watch TV. Finally, he admitted he was constipated and been since we left Cambridge. I told him I'd go to the drugstore in nearby mall and get him some Milk of Magnesia. Well, what I ended up getting was an enema bag, figuring that would be quicker and also (for the sake of honesty) because the idea of it kind of turned me on. "I don't think so" was his first reaction. I told him it was up to him, but he'd feel better in a few minutes if he used it. I guess he was feeling bad enough that he finally gave in. He'd never had an enema before, so--as I'd hoped--I had to help him. I made him lie down on the bed in his boxers with his head down and his butt up while I filled the bag with warm water. Then I came out and told him to pull down his shorts. As expected, he had an incredible ass, big, solid, hairless white mounds. From where I was standing, I could also see a pair of huge furry balls swinging below. I could barely stop myself from reaching down, slapping his ass and grabbing the nuts. I put some soap on the nozzle and asked him to open his cheeks and smeared a little soap down his hairy crack. That hole was so tight, I couldn't get the little nozzle in at first. "Bear down," I told him, and finally, it slipped in. He was so tight, no water would go in, but after telling him to relax for a couple of minutes, he was able to take it. I emptied as much water into his butt as possible, then I told him to stay with his butt up for a few minutes. "I have to go right now," he told me. "It really hurts." "It's better if you wait a minute." He made little whimpering sounds, but stuck it out and finally ran to the bathroom. He spent about half an hour in there. "Did it work?" I asked him. "It sure did," he said. "It was like gallons came pouring out of me." I told him he should do one more just to finish it and make sure he was cleaned out. He wasn't even hesitant this time. I had him lie in the same position and this time I could see the head of his long fat cock hanging below that big fucking nut sack. When he pulled his ass open, his hole was red and irritated looking--probably from the nozzle and also because he'd washed up really good. It was a LOT looser than before. This time, when I ran my hand down there, I could feel the heat coming off his hole and some pink skin was exposed. The nozzle slid in easily this time. I didn't say anything, but my cock was hard, sticking straight up in my pants and and the head was about to poke out the waist. I pretended I was having a problem and slid the nozzle in and out a few times. I would have given anything to finger that beautiful jock hole. As I was putting in the nozzle, I let my hand go down and "accidentally" brush against his egg-sized balls, feeling the weight of them against my fingers. I wanted to suck that bag so bad, my knees were shaking. After I filled him up, he ran to the bathroom again. I was so excited, I didn't give a fuck, just whipped out my cock and started beating my meat thinking about putting that nozzle up his clean, loose ass and seeing his equipment swinging between his legs. I stood in the middle of the room giving myself one frenzied jack-off with my pants around my knees. I knew I was going to shoot a monster load (I hadn't drained my balls in days) and held one hand over the piss slit while I worked on the shaft so I didn't make too much of a mess. Even so, I wasn't prepared for the way the cum shot out of me, so hard I couldn't catch it all and such a big load it was leaking out of my fingers. I heard him finishing up in there just in time to stuff my big leaking hose back into my pants and wipe my hands on a towel as best I could. When he opened the door, my cock was still throbbing and dribbling in my pants, sending spasms through my whole body. He was grinning with relief and thanked me and told me he felt better than he'd felt in days. "It was worth the embarrassment," he said. I woke up in the middle of the night and watched him sleeping, a huge fucking hard-on tenting his sheets. It was jumping like it had a life of its own. I watched for about an hour then blew another load big load of smelly cum all over my stomach. I went back to sleep soaked and woke up in the morning with the sheets glued to my belly..