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I untapped the drain and helped him up. “I am dizzy!” he muttered. No doubt the enema made him lose a lot of his electrolytes and had to make up. “Let me clean you, boy, and I promise I will take the best care of you!” I answered. I used a sponge to give him a great rub all over his body. I washed his face, his hair, his chest all the way down to his cock and balls, his back and crack. I felt how sensitive his butthole was after our little play, I was very gentle cleaning him with my finger. At the same time, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the bathtub and shower door that was spritzed with his waste. During the cleaning process, I used encouraging language like, “Squeaky clean, gorgeous, you smell like a million, man!” He was rather silent but nodded and said a couple of thank yous. After all the cleaning was done, I helped him out of the bathtub as he was feeling weak and we walked to the bedroom holding hands. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to bring him a banana and a sports drink, these would make him feel better. We spent the rest of the day in bed hugging and talking about our experience. He acknowledged he loved what anal I did to him and made me promise we will do it again. I assured him this was my plan as well. The next few weeks I trained him how to give an enema, how to insert a rectal catheter and how to prepare an enema solution depending on what he wants to achieve. We practiced a few times and when we went to the beach on Labor day, we managed to get some time away from my wife and indian found a little deserted spot where we had a wonderful time. By the water, I was the master again but also the receiver of the enema. Greg masterfully managed to insert the cath deep inside me and inject me with seawater, the perfect solution for a clean colon. We did it many times, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled clean water. The last time he filled me up, I ordered him to lay down and I squatted a few inches above his face, then I let go on his face and in his open mouth. I am sure he could only gulp a few ounces but that is better than nothing. He thanked me many times for using him as my potty. I trained him well. Dismissing these thoughts forcibly from his mind, for now at least, Jem took his coffee outside, set it on the table by the pool and peeled off his shorts. He dove cleanly into the pool, swimming hard for a good half an hour, the cool water finally having the effect of reducing his hard-on. Although now soft, his cock hadn’t reduced that much in size – all the men in his family were ‘show-ers’ rather than ‘grow-ers’. He hauled himself out of the water his 9” of thick uncircumcised cock meat dripping pool water and flopped onto the sun lounger to drink his now-cold coffee. He lay there in the hot sun, pearls of water glistening on his dark sun-tanned skin, his eyes closed. His thoughts drifted back to his wife. His and Fallon’s parents owned one of the biggest trucking companies in LA together and had been able to acquire a tract of property in the foothills where they had built their family homes. Growing up together had been nothing short of a magical experience, both children spending lots of time outdoors, often Cumshots travelling abroad, across the US or simply running with their parents around the pool at home. When he was 5, Jem’s mom, Celia, gave birth to the twins, the same year that Daisy, Fallon’s mom had Dean. Two years later, Leila came along and all the kids had then just grown up together as one big family. Both families were very open, relaxed and affectionate with one another and in the privacy of their own homes would cook out, clothing always seemed to be optional for the parents and kids alike. As they became teenagers however, both Fallon and Jem had gone through a shy phase and although their parents still often went naked with the other kids they had started covering up more as Jem was conscious about the size of his burgeoning manhood which seemed to be longer and thicker than his friends’ on the soccer team at school. Fallon too felt uncomfortable that, as all the other girls in class started sprouting large racks, the rounded handfuls of her A cup tits only just grew perkier. As they matured into young adults and started having relationships at school, Fallon and Jem realised that they were more comfortable in each other’s company than with either their current boy or girl friend or even their peer group at school. Both started to confide in the other whenever they went out on dates - comparing notes and generally finding that their experiences weren’t great or that particularly fulfilling for either of them. 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