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"Ill be back in just a minute. I need to fill the bag." I heard the unmistakable sounds of Janet filling our automatic coffee maker. We drink lots of coffee, and either one of us can prepare the pot and filter male gay twinks in about a minute. Despite the distracting sounds of Janet in the kitchen, the short time alone with Samantha seemed like it was going on for hours. Each sequence of moves pressed her finger against my prostate. The resulting pre-cum was running all the way down my cock and was leaking out. I didn care. I was beyond thinking what was proper. I had not felt better for weeks. It seemed like ages latter that Janet returned with the enema bag. "I need to connect the tubing like this," she said to no one in particular. She closed the clamp so that only male gay twinks a very small flow would exit the nozzle and let the air out of the tubing to prevent cramping and the need to expel early. "How is that small amount going to do anything," Sam asked. Change you male gay twinks glove Sam," was Janets reply. "When this drips in over time it will build up, but not so much that he can hold it in. We need to let the liquid work into him and do its job before it can come out. Push the nozzle in gently, remember, it is not soft like your finger." I thought to myself that her fingers were not so soft either, but mostly the experience was too intense for me to consider my responses. I just responded without thinking male gay twinks. Her fingers left my back hole and I exhaled strongly with relief from the constant sexual tension produced by her fingers in me. Her soiled glove was replaced in silence except for the snapping of latex upon flesh. Her fingers were replaced with the nozzle in my rectum. Surprisingly, Sam male gay twinks maintained the same in and out motion she had with her fingers, gently fucking me with the enema nozzle. It felt good. I was horny as a lonely toad, and my precum dripped all the way down to the towel on the floor.

"I think Andy looks good with his hair trimmed," offered Sam. I knew she was checking me out. Can say that I blame her, she just happened to walk in on all of this. She reached down with her other hand and cupped my balls. "I think it is so nice to see a male gay twinks mans nut sack smooth rather than see all that hair," Sam said as if replying to a survey in a magazine. "Andy can you feel the coffee going in? Janets concern was unfounded male gay twinks, because if anything, the flow was just a little bit too fast. I could understand her concern, this is the first time she had ever helped me with an enema. "Yeah I can feel it," was the only reply I could muster. "Sam let me go get our coffee." Janet hung the bag on the shower door and stood up. She stepped past Sam and was back with two fresh cups of coffee in almost no time flat. She put the cups down and returned to the only seat in the small bathroom, the lid to the toilet. The stimulation to my rectum was starting to get to me. I could feel the warm liquid in the first part of my colon, but not in the part that goes across my belly. I could smell the fresh brewed coffee and realized there was no way I could drink any of it. Then the cramps started. Janet sensed them male gay twinks right away. As I said, we knew each other pretty well. Andy, turn over on your back. Well massage male gay twinks your belly to make those cramps go away." "Are you sure you want me to turn over?" I knew my erection would be all too obvious and undeniable, especially in front of Sam, a woman half my age that was formerly my subordinate. "Yes, turn over. Well be extra careful." The assurances did not help me that much. I stretched out one leg, and male gay twinks pulled the other male gay twinks one up. I could roll over with some effort, and Sam did not let go of the nozzle the whole time. Janet adjusted the male gay twinks bag to keep everything flowing. Both women stared at my fully erect cock. "Sam male gay twinks reach over to his left side just above his hip bone. Push your fingers in his belly there and wiggle male gay twinks them a little. The motion will make what is normally a one-way valve in his intestine open enough for the solution to get by." Sam did not relinquish her hold on the nozzle, which was in her right hand. Her left hand, which was free, had to reach over my male gay twinks penis to target the right area. I think every time she touched my penis more precum leaked out. Her little massage got the fluid further into me. She stopped her massage. I suppose the intimate nature of what was going on broke down barriers for her too. The next thing male gay twinks I know, she has her hand wrapped around my penis. Not stroking, which would have been tremendously pleasurable, but just squeezing.