Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2008 15:48:50 -0800
From: II
Subject: The Longest Weedend {anonymous}(bb ped)[1!1]

Folks, I'd love to hear feedback on this, my first story online but,
unfortunately, various factors require me to remain anonymous.  I hope you
enjoy it.

LD

THE LONGEST WEEKEND

Part 1 -- The Recovery

This week had thoroughly sucked.  For days I had alternated between the
heat of fever and the iciness of chills.  My stomach churned constantly and
I vomited frequently, leaving me sore, dehydrated and dead tired.  I had
finally gotten over the most horrible flu bug in the history of mankind
after missing an entire week of school.  All I wanted to do was lie in bed
and sleep for the whole weekend, catch up on the sleep I missed while
struggling with illness.  But I was startled our of my most comfortable
semi-nap, that twilight zone between sleep and awake by my Aunt, Jeannie,
who came into the bedroom saying "Jared, you really do need to start
getting up and around.  Now that you're over being sick, you just need
something to get you started again and make you feel better."

I was ten years old and my Mom was gone, having been killed in a car
accident before I could remember her.  My Dad never remarried and now he
was in Germany for business, had been for a month and would be for several
more weeks.  This happened somewhat frequently and although I missed him
when he was gone, we had a good life with many things that only a high
income can buy.  As was also typical, I was staying with my Aunt Jeannie
and Uncle Jim, and my ten year old cousin, Andy.  We lived only a few
blocks apart and I had known all of them since I was born.  Andy and I were
in the same classes I school, and I had stayed there before when my Dad was
gone on business, so it wasn't normally an uncomfortable situation.  What
made this particular stay uncomfortable was the horrible flu bug, complete
with a trip to the doctor and the requisite shot in the butt that was all
too common in the days of my youth.

But just as I was finally getting the hang of feeling alive again, there
was Jeannie, with Andy at her side, standing in the doorway with several
towels draped around her arms.  As she approached, she pulled up the bed
covers, allowing a sudden chill to overtake the toasty warm bed that was so
comfortable.  She started spreading one of the towels out on the middle
edge of the bed and I saw that under the towels she had what appeared to be
a hot-water bottle with a long, thin hose attached.  As she set it down and
finished adjusting the towel I kept looking curiously at the bottle,
wondering what that was for.  Jeannie saw me eying the bottle and said,
"hon, I think a warm enema will get you going again" as Andy edged closer
and smirked slightly.

Now I was really confused.  I had never heard the word "enema" but I
gathered, from Andy's smirk, it was something I would not soon forget.
Having finished with the towel, Jeannie picked up the bottle and left for
the bathroom that connected to the bedroom Andy and I shared during my
stay.  I heard the faucet turn on and wondered even more what was going to
happen.  As the water was running Andy moved to the other side of the bed
and sat down on the edge facing me.  He leaned down close to my face and
whispered "you've never had an enema before, have you?" I started to ask
him just what that was but before I could say much, he said "just relax, if
you're good, Mom will go slowly and it actually feels okay.  Then, if you
want, I can show you how to make it feel much better."

At just that time Jeannie returned with the bag now filled with water and
hung it on a hook on the top of the bunk bed.  She sat down on the other
edge of the bed and said, "Jared, have you ever had an enema before?"  When
I answered `no' she started explaining the process to me.  Holding up the
bag and directing the end of the hose towards me, she said "think of it as
giving your insides a bath.  I'm going to slip the end of the hose into
your bottom a little ways and let the water run into you.  When it's done
you can head to the bathroom and the water and all the leftover poop and
stuff in you will come out."

I froze for a second.  "She's going to put that in my butt" I thought!  I'd
never heard of such a thing.  Yeah, when I had the high fever a few days
earlier, I remember something about her wanting to take my temperature in
my bottom but I don't think she ever did.  I didn't think anything ever
went into your butt.  It was almost as if she could read my mind as she
said "there's really nothing to it.  It doesn't hurt and since the water's
warm, it gives you a warm fuzzy feeling inside.  I'm sure Andy can tell you
there's nothing to worry about."  I turned my head and looked up at Andy
but he just smiled and nodded slightly.

"Okay, over you go" Jeannie said as she turned me from my back to my side.
She slipped her fingers into my pajama bottoms and tighty whities,
struggling somewhat as I was lying now with my hips on the bed.  When she
could only pull down the top, she asked "Jared, lift your hips a bit so I
get these down."  Despite my fear, I did as she asked and a second later I
felt the cool air hit my now exposed bottom.  "Jared, bend your knees up to
your tummy for me" she said as she took my legs and pushed them forward at
the knee.  She continue moving me until I was curled up almost into a ball,
then she tucked the towel under the edge of my butt.  As I looked over my
shoulder back at her she squirting a tube of clear gel onto a wad of toilet
paper.  She saw me looking and said "it's just some slippery stuff so the
tube goes into your bottom easy.

	She put the tube down and wiped the end of the hose with it, then
reached down and spread my butt cheeks.  A second later I felt the coldness
of the gel as she vigorously wiped the wad on my butt hole.  Andy leaned
close and whispered "just relax and enjoy it" as Jeannie again separated my
cheeks and slid the hose end into my bottom.  I guess I jumped a little,
but it felt like I jumped out of my skin.  The feeling of the tube going
into my butt was like nothing I ever felt before.  Jeannie put her hand on
the top of my butt to push me back down and said "just hold still Jared,
you can't jump around with the tube in your bottom."  As I settled down she
relaxed as well and I heard a "click" followed soon thereafter by a never
before known feeling of warmth in my bottom.  "Can you feel the warm water"
Andy said.  When I nodded yes, Jeannie said "I told you it didn't hurt.
Just relax and you'll get that warm toasty feeling in your tummy. This will
take a few minutes to go in.  If it starts making your tummy hurt, just say
something and I'll stop the water until it stops."

	Apparently Jeannie gave me the enema very slowly because it never
did hurt.  Surprisingly, it did make my tummy feel toasty and it did feel
really good.  It felt really good in my butt!  I started wiggling my butt
around to make the tub rub on my bottom because it felt so good.  Jeannie
must have thought I was trying to get away, as she held my hips down and
said just be still and it will be over in a few minutes.  After another
minute, Jeannie said "I've got to get dinner out of the oven, Jared, just
stay still.  Andy, stay with him and make sure."  With that she covered up
my butt with the blanket and quickly left the room.

	I turned to Andy and quietly asked "have you ever had this?"
"Sure" he replied, "every time I get sick.  You really haven't had an enema
before?" Without giving me a chance to answer, he said "I'll show you what
I do when I get an enema."  He quickly snuck around to the nightstand table
and retrieved the tube of gel and squeezed some on his fingers.  Coming
back around, he lifted the bed covers in front of me and thrust his hand
under to my unclothed front.  "I always love this" he said as he began
spreading gel on my hairless 3" half hard penis.

	For the second time in a many minutes, I was stunned by a wonderful
new feeling.  The warmth of the enema and the feeling of the hose in my
butt had started to make my penis go hard, an occurrence that was becoming
all the more frequent.  How with Andy's hand massaging gel onto my penis,
it want rock hard in a matter of seconds.  I let out a loud moan and Andy
leaned over and whispered "Not so loud.  If Mom hears it she'll think it's
hurting you and we'll get busted."  When I whispered "okay" back Andy
smiled and continued massaging my now slick and slippery 4" hard-on with
his fingers, caressing the head of my penis and squeezing.

	It was almost too much to take and remain quiet.  The feeling of
his fingers massaging my penis head seemed to blend beautifully with the
warmth in my butt.  I laid there muttering "don't stop."  He didn't and a
minute or two later I was hit with the third wondrous new feeling.  My body
felt like it was melting in the middle and erupting like a volcano.  A warm
and marvelous feeling started at my penis and worked its way through my
body, through the warmth in my butt and up my chest and arms and down my
legs and feet, leaving me shaking and kicking my legs.  Unfortunately, as
soon as it started it ended, with Andy still fingering the head of my
penis.  Andy felt it too as he leaned over and said "how did that feel?"  I
looked up at him, tears in my eyes and said "did you know that would
happen?"  He just grinned and said "I love it when Mom starts my enemas and
then leaves.  I dry cum like that every time."

	Before I could inquire further, however, we both heard approaching
footsteps and Andy had just enough time to get his hands out and get the
tube of lubricant back on the nightstand.  Jeannie came back in and
inspected the enema bag.  Finding it empty, she stated "see, that wasn't so
bad.  All the water's in. I'm going to slide the end out of your bottom so
try not to let any of the water out here.  She lifted my top butt cheek and
I cold feel the hose sliding out of my butt hole.  As it was removed she
pushed down on my butt and kept pushing.  "Can you make it to the bathroom
okay?" she asked.  When I said I thought I could, she got up off the bed,
told me to hold up my pajama bottoms so I wouldn't trip and high-tail it to
the bathroom.  I grabbed my PJs and swung out of bed as fast as I could, my
little white butt and now soft penis exposed for all to see.

Part 2 -- The Bath

	It took 15 minutes before I finally expelled the enema and
seemingly everything else I had eaten in the last month from my backside.
Sweating from the warmth of the enema and tension of reliving everything
that had happened, I wiped as best I could with trembling hands and made my
way back to the bedroom.  Jeannie apparently heard the flushing of the
toilet and she and Andy came back into the bedroom.  "You know," she said,
"it's usually best to have s second enema half a day later.  Would you mind
if I gave you another one when you wake up in the morning?"  Andy just
smiled as I advised that that would be fine.  Jeannie praised me for being
so good about getting my enema and suggested that a hot bath would make me
feel as good outside as the enema did inside.

	Now, being ten at the time, I was positively allergic to baths, but
in this case I said it sounded like a good idea.  What I really wanted was
to lie back in the warm water and massage my penis again in hopes of
achieving the wonderful feeling I experienced earlier.  I was snapped out
of my thoughts, however, by Andy whining "Mom, I was going to take a bath
as soon as Jared was finished pooping his brains out," a blatant lie if
ever there was one as Andy also seemed allergic to bathing.  Jeannie
immediately gave him a look that should have turned him to stone, but after
a second said "Jared needs a bath first to get cleaned up.  You will have
to wait for him to get done."  She started walking out of the room but
stopped and turned around and said, "I suppose you can bath together if
it's okay with Jared."

	This was a interesting dilemma.  I was very self conscious about my
body and never let anyone see me naked.  This was several years before
junior high showers solved that problem once and for all and, for the time
I had been there, I even changed into my pajamas in the bathroom, not even
letting Andy see me in my undies.  Andy seemed to have no such fear,
routinely pulling off his pajamas in front of me and running around in his
undies and even whipping out his dick to pee while I was brushing my teeth
at night.  On the other hand, Andy's touch on my penis felt so good and the
smile on his face suggested he had more in mind.  The desire for more
pleasure got the best of modesty and I weakly said "I guess that would be
okay."  "Don't stay in too long and don't you dare slosh water onto the
floor" was all she said as she headed for the bedroom door.

	Alone again with Andy, I saw the same smile and he said "I think
this will be fun."  He began shedding his clothes right then and there with
me watching intently.  As he stepped out of his pants and stood there in
his tighty whities, he said "well, are you going to undress or what?"  I
said "yeah, I guess I should" and for the first time I got undressed in
front of someone else.  I could feel my penis stiffening as I stripped to
my whities and as we headed to the bathroom I could see the outline of
Andy's hard penis in his undies as well.

	Once I the bathroom Andy immediately dropped his undies.  They
caught onto his 4" erect penis and I chuckled when it slapped back onto his
belly with a splat.  He said "so you think that's funny?' and pulled it
back to slap it against his belly several more times and then hung his
underwear on it.  Laughing seemed to break the tension for me and it was
much easier for me to strip the rest of the way.  I closed my eyes and
mentally said "here goes nothing" and quickly pulled my underwear to my
ankles and stepped out of them, showing off my rock hard erection to Andy.
Andy turned to start the water and I got my first look at his butt.  I
remember thinking how cute it looked, so white and creamy and, well,
bubbly.  For reasons I'll never understand but that seemed to absolutely
appropriate at the time, I reached out and spanked him once with a hard
slap.  He yelped in surprise and laughingly said "you spank like a girl."
The usual boyish argument ensued, with Andy saying "you don't know what a
spanking is until my Dad spanks you.  His hand is so hard he doesn't even
need a belt."  That made my penis get even harder and I wondered what a
spanking felt like as my Dad never spanked me.  After the usual "oh yeahs"
and boyish challenges, Andy sat down on the edge of the bathtub and
motioning to his naked lap, offered to show me what a real spanking was
like.

This was turning out to be a day of unforgettable firsts -- first enema,
first hand job, first bath with another boy and now, for some reason I've
never figured out, first spanking as I immediately laid down over Andy's
lap with my little butt, so recently cleaned out, pushing high in the air.
If he was surprised he didn't show it as he immediately hooked my legs with
his and pushed my back down so my head was hanging and my hands on the
ground.  Immediately I heard a whoosh and felt his had smack my butt.
Although there was some sting I laughed out loud at the thought that I was
laying naked over my naked cousin's lap getting a spanking from him.  As he
continued to whack my butt I dug my rigid penis harder into his lap, making
contact with his own penis in a most electric fashion.  There was a pause
for a few seconds and then another "whap" that caused me to grimace in
genuine pain.  Andy had grabbed a flat headed back scrubber brush and
brought it down hard on my bottom.  My hands shot up to protect my butt but
he ordered me to put them down and gave me three more hard smacks.  Despite
the fact that tears were starting to well up in my eyes, I just couldn't
help continuing to push down and rub my stiff penis on his, turning the
unpleasantness of a spanking into great pleasure.

	As I got up, rubbing my now red rear-end, the tub neared being
full.  With me rubbing and Andy laughing his head off amidst "I told you
so" remarks, we stepped in and settled down into the hot bath water.  The
tub was too small to sit side by side, so I sat at one end and Andy sat at
the other, our feet and legs stretched across and intertwined with each
other.  It took only a few seconds before I felt the Andy's hand caressing
my penis.  I laid back and moaned in delight for a bit then sat up a bit
and reached my hand out for Andy's penis.  Again the feeling was shocking.
Andy's hard rod was so warm, almost hot and throbbed in my hand.  Mimicking
Andy, I played with the head of his uncut penis with my fingertips.  Soon
both of us were cooing and moaning softly.  Breaking off momentarily, Andy
reached for a bottle of conditioner and spread someone his hand, then
handed it to me.  I did the same and we continued caressing each other with
our now slippery hands, grabbing each other in our fists until we both
erupted in body shaking orgasms.  We recovered by just laying back in the
warm water, rubbing each other's legs and muttering "that was awesome."

	Having spent ourselves in the tub we got up and Andy turned on the
shower.  We washed each other's hair with shampoo and each other's backs
with soapy washcloths.  Realizing my hand was slick with soap, I sliced it
like a knife between Andy's cheeks and, somewhat to my surprise, he bent
forward at the waist to allow me better access to his butt.  Taking the
hint I continued caressing between his cheeks with my slick, soapy hand as
he pushed back at me.  Finally, I again soaped my hand and poked my finger
at his butt hole.  To my surprise it went in with little problem, causing
Andy to twist and wiggle.  I kept it in, feeling and probing, then sliding
it in and out as Andy wiggled, shook and softly moaned what sounded like
"keep doing it."  After a minute or two Andy's whole body shook in what I
realized was another orgasm.  After another minute listening to Andy pant
and gasp for air, I turned around and wiggled my but at him.  Just as I
felt the beginning caresses of Andy's hand at my hole, however, we heard to
booming voice of Andy's Dad calling us to dinner.  With great regret we
finished washing off the soap, wrapped ourselves in towels to hid our still
rigid penises and made our way to the bedroom to dress.

Part 3 -- The Spanking

	The enema and bath had brought me back to normal and dinner went
fine.  In fact, for the first time in a week I actually felt like eating.
But I was tired, probably from the aftermath of the flu and the sex play
with Andy.  By 9:00 I couldn't keep my eyes open and I was soon asleep in
my bunk.


	I woke up Sunday morning, feeling rested and alive and noticed the
snow falling and snow on the ground.  Apparently it had snowed overnight
and the roads were a mess.  Jeannie came in and administered my second
enema in as many days.  Andy had apparently been up late and, much to my
chagrin, slept right through it.  I did, however, manage to get my hands on
the tube of lubricant and enjoyed another jerk-off while my butt filled
with warm water, and still another while I drained myself on the toilet.  I
immediately jumped in the shower and Andy was finally stirring as I made my
way to my bunk to get dressed.  He smiled when he saw me nude (the events
of the day before seemed to break me of my modesty, at least around Andy),
even through my penis was as soft as could be.

Due to the snow we skipped the usual Sunday morning Church ritual, and
settled in for a leisurely breakfast and watching television. Boredom soon
set in and we wanted to play outside in the snow.  Jeannie, however, would
have one of that.  "You just got over the flu, do you want a relapse?" I
was specifically forbidden from stepping foot outside.  Andy, however, was
not and trudged outside alone.  As you can imagine, two boys playing in the
snow is great fun for both, one playing alone is only cold and boring, and
Andy was back inside rather soon.  All the begging and pleading would not
cause a change of mind and we were stuck inside watching stupid shows on
TV.

Eventually the snow let up and the television news reported the clearing of
the roadways.  Jeannie and her husband, Jim, decided to brave the elements
and head out for some shopping.  Now shopping was not something that
enthused Andy and me and we begged and pleaded to be dropped off at a
friend's home and picked up later.  Again, however, Jeannie would have no
part of it.  Due to the fear of relapse I was expected to stay indoors all
day and Andy was expected to keep me company.  The threat of appropriate
punishment was enough to both infuriate and mollify Andy, however.

In due course Jeannie and Jim headed out, leaving us to our own devices.
Now anyone who has ever raised boys realizes that pushing the limits is par
for the course.  Andy was, however, appropriately respectful of his
father's iron-hard hand and didn't wish to have it applied to his bottom at
this time.  I, on the other hand, had never had the experience and had no
such ingrained fear.  On the contrary, I found the previous night's
spanking from Andy to be rather stimulating in a weird way and got a tingly
feeling thinking about the vague possibility of being over Jim's knee.  It
was with my lack of fear that I pushed and pushed, and finally Andy agreed
to sneak out of the house to a friend's home several blocks away.  It was
expected that Jennie and Jim would be gone for several hours and we could
get out and get back and they would be none the wiser.  So we bundled up in
warm clothes and out we went.

While we were enjoying ourselves playing Atari (yes, this was way before
the day of X-Boxes and other modern conveniences) with our friend Paul we
did notice the snowfall had began again and was, in fact, getting much
harder.  We decided to cut off our visit and head for home before it got
too bad.  It took longer than expected trudging through the snow and we
sighed a joint sigh of relief when we finally made it to the back kitchen
door and into the warmth of the kitchen.

That is, until we came face to face with Jeannie and Jim sitting at the
kitchen table awaiting our return.  It seems they also through better of
their trip due to the increasing snowfall and headed home early.  Imagine
their surprise at their return half an hour earlier to find us missing.
Yes, we heard these words several time, along with numerous other words
along the lines of "disobedience", "worried sick", "calling the police",
"thought we could trust you" and, most significantly, "blister your butts."
And we heard them at increasing volume. And with increasing emotion.
Finally we were banished to our room pending further deliberation.

	Lunch came and went with no discussion of our transgressions.
Apparently Andy's parents had a habit of venting their displeasure and then
dropping the subject until the matter of punishment came up.  Andy felt
this was a bad sign as usually more minor punishments were meted out more
quickly.  Finally, after waiting for what seemed like hours, Andy's Dad,
Jim, came into our room and delivered the sentence.  Skipping a recitation
of the typical cliché laden explanation, our crime was of more than
sufficient seriousness to warrant a spanking.  At least for Andy.  Jim
believed that this disobedience was all Andy's idea and, in my recovering
state, I was "led down the wrong road" by Andy.

	Perhaps surprisingly to all present, I did not let it lie.
Instead, I interrupted and explained how it really was my idea that we skip
out and that I was bored after being shut in all week long.  Now, my act of
verbal heroism wasn't exactly based on true altruism.  As I said, the
though of being over Jim's lap sent shivers down my spine, as did the
thought of seeing Andy in the same position.  After a long pause, Jim
thanked me for my honesty and advised that Andy still knew better.  Then
came the magic words that I had been dreading (or perhaps hoping) to hear:
"when you came to our home you and your father agreed you'd live by our
rules.  That includes the same punishments for breaking the rules.  So I
think you're due a spanking also."  I looked towards Andy and his
expression of dread was slowly replaced by a slight smile and a nod.

Apparently Jim's rule was that punishment was delivered as soon as it was
pronounced with no opportunity for appeal.  Andy recognized this rule and
asked who was first.  Jim suggested Andy should go first so that I could
see what a spanking entailed and he pulled out a chair from the desk and
sat down facing us.  Andy immediately stood, undid his belt and jeans, and
in one motion, pulled down his jeans and undies and sprawled out on his
Dad's lap.  In much the same way that Andy tied up my legs yesterday his
Dad did the same to him and easily pushed his head down until he was laying
with his middle over his lap with is legs and head hanging down.  I watched
intently as Jim scooted Andy's shirt up his back, fully exposing his snow
white bottom.  Jim's hand deliberately and forcefully whacked Andy's white
little butt.  I noted the palm prints that suddenly appeared in vivid
crimson, and noted Andy's cries and wails.  After ten swats it was over.
Andy stood, wiped the tears from his eyes with one hand as he rubbed his
cherry red butt with the other.  Holding his pants with one hand he then
walked to the far corner where he stood, facing the wall with his pants
still down and his crimson butt free to all in the room to see.  As he got
up from his father's lap he had his hand holding his pants up covering his
crotch.  As he walked away he dropped his hand just enough so I could see,
but that his Dad couldn't, that he had the remnants of a hard-on still
showing.

Now it was my turn.  Oddly enough, part of me was very much looking forward
to the bare butt spanking, my first ever, and there was an electric tension
in my body.  My fear was not of the anticipated pain on my butt, but that
Jim would see the throbbing hard on I was sporting.  I stood up, undid my
belt and jeans and walked to Jim, keeping my pants up and hands over my
crotch.  I turned way slightly as I pulled down my pants and underwear in
one motion and dropped over Jim's lap.  I felt Jim's hand as he lifted my
shirt and his legs as he crossed my legs.  I thought my penis was going to
burst as he pushed my shoulders down so I would hang over his lap.  He was
saying something but I didn't hear what as I was so engrossed with what was
about to happen.  After a pause I said "okay" as it seemed like he was
waiting for a response, and then a moment later it his.

	The first whack on my butt sent a shiver of pain coated with
pleasure up my back and down my legs.  It was a feeling I'd never before
experienced and haven't experienced since.  As I wiggled and squirmed my
hard on into his leg another jolt hit me.  With the third jolt a few
seconds later it happened.  Right then and there, as his had continued
making contact with my butt, I had the orgasm that was building inside me.
If Jim knew what was happening he didn't let on and I'm thankful that the
squirming and wiggling was expected with the hard bare butt spanking as it
covered up my pleasure.  As the orgasm subsided I became aware of the very
acute pain on my butt, which really did hurt, and I counted three more
strokes at 5 second intervals.

	Finally the spankings stopped and Jim pronounced it completed.  I
got up off his lap again turned away to hide my boner, my eyes full of
tears from the pain in my butt and the intense orgasm I experienced.
Without being told I went and joined Andy in the corner, like him, my pants
still down and bright red butt sticking out for Jim to see.  I'm sure he
made the usual remarks that parent say after spanking their kids, but I
didn't hear it.  I was still way too wound up with the emotions of the
spanking and accompanying orgasm.

	When we heard the door close, signifying that Jim had left us
alone, Andy turned and put his arm around my back.  We turned and faced
each other and he whispered "that was something.  I never had a spanking
like that before.  It looked like you liked it a lot.  Maybe we should get
in trouble more ... "  He didn't have a chance to finish as I pulled him
tight into me, pressed my lips to his and we engaged I a long drawn out
kiss.  When we finally separated all he said was "wait til tonight."  I
tried to pull him in again but he gently pushed me away, again saying "wait
til tonight."  With that we turned away and compared the degree of color on
our respective buttocks before finally pulling up our jeans, rather
tenderly I might add, and heading out to watch television.

Part 4 -- The Longest Night

	It seems that when Jim gave a punishment and the punishment was
over, all record of the incident was also over.  When we emerged from the
bedroom all was forgotten.  We watched television, ate dinner and generally
acted like ten year olds in a family setting on a Sunday night during the
school year.  With school the next day our bedtimes were 9:00 p.m.;
however, for one reason or another, probably due to the extreme emotions of
the spanking and the accompanying sexual overtones, we both retired at
about 8:30.  We had bathed earlier, to my dismay, separately, as we cold
not find away to bathe together without Jeanette knowing.  After changing
into our pajamas, we crawled in bed, Andy on the top bunk and me on the
bottom bunk, and Jeanette treated us to an old-fashioned "tucking-in."

	As soon as the lights were off Andy said "are you really sleepy?"
When I replied "not really" he immediately slid down from the top bunk and
crawled under the covers with me.  We embraced in a long hug and Andy
whispered "we have to be quiet or she'll her."  We engaged in a long kiss
and both of us ground our hips together, essentially rubbing our now
rock-hard penises together.  We whispered between us and decided that we
would take our pajama bottoms and undies off and we each stripped the
other, rubbing our hands over the other's bottom and penis as we did so.

	It was absolutely wonderful.  The feel of Andy's hand on my penis
was electric, and the feeling of his throbbing penis in my hand was
sensational.  His butt was so smooth and firm I couldn't get enough of it,
squeezing and kneading it mercilessly.  After what seemed like hours Andy
broke free and reached down under the bunk bed and pulled out a tube, the
same tube Jeannie had used to lubricate the enema nozzle.  He whispered
"Mom forgot it this morning so I kicked it under the bed, I thought it
might be useful" he said as he squirted a glob on his fingers.  Rubbing his
now slippery fingers over my dick was definitely putting it to good use and
as he rubbed faster and faster I cold feel the tension building until my
dick and my whole body jerked spasmodically in anther orgasm.  After doing
the same to Andy we continued hugging and kissing, stroking each other's
penises and scrotums and licking each other's nipples (I can't remember how
that started, but it sure felt good).  Andy whispered in my ear "you said
you liked the feel of your enemas, right" and when I whispered "yeah," he
retrieved the tube of lubricant and rolled over the top of me to my back
side.  I felt his hand go between my cheeks and then the coldness of the
lubricant on my crack and hole.  He rubbed his fingers up my crack and then
suddenly thrust one into my butt hole.

	I must have sucked in a breath hard enough to rattle the blinds on
the windows.  My God, what a feeling.  Andy thrusted his finger in and out
as far as he could reach and each time it seemed to straighten my legs out
and curl them back up in rhythm.  I rolled off my side onto all fours as
Andy kept pummeling my butt, gradually sinking my chest to the bed and
thrusting my butt up and out in time with his finger.  Andy reached around
with his other hand, stroking my penis and nuts as he worked away.  Now I
experienced many firsts that weekend, the most desirable of which was one
shattering organism after another, but this one beat them all.  When I
finally came, it was with such intensity and rocking and rolling of my hips
that the bunk bed almost moved and Andy used his head to push mine face
first into the pillow to keep me from moaning loud enough to draw the
attention of his parents.

	When it finally subsided I simply collapsed for a few minutes.
Eventually Andy, who was cuddled up with me, licked my ear and whispered
"my turn, Jarod."  We exchanged places and he handed me the tube of
lubricant, and I began softly stroking his cheeks, gradually moving my hand
between his crack and tickling his hole.  I squirted some lubricant on my
finger and I felt him shudder under the coldness then arch his back sharply
as my finger entered him.  I rubbed my face on his smooth butt cheeks and
alternately massaged the head of his penis and his nuts.  Just as I suppose
I did, as I picked up speed with the stroking and fingering, he picked up
speed until his bottom was moving imperfect cadence with my finger, leading
to another explosive dry cum that left him literally shaking all over.

We collapsed together and just held each other for what seemed like an
hour.  After awhile Andy began fingering the head of my penis while licking
my lips and ear.  I began doing the same and for several minutes we had a
feel and lick spectacular.  Andy abruptly stopped and said "want to try
something new in your butt?"  Given how good it felt earlier I was
certainly up for that.  I crawled to my knees, laid a pillow under my chest
and laid my elbows and chest down.  Andy crawled behind me on his knees and
I immediately felt his finger driving in my bottom again.  I rocked with
him in rhythm until he abruptly stopped after only a minute or so.  I
looked back to see why and saw him on his knees sitting back on his hips,
rubbing lubricant on his still hard penis.  Leaning forward he rubbed his
penis between my crack a couple of time, then stopped and aimed the head of
his penis on my hole.  He whispered to me "here goes" as he grabbed my hips
and pushed forward as he pulled me back and I felt the incredible feeling
of his dick entering my butt.

	Now we were a couple of dry-cuming ten year olds, with not a hair
on us except for our heads.  Both of us had penises about 4" stiff and not
much more around than a man's finger.  When Andy pushed into me he pushed
all the way in to me, none of the pop in the head and slowly work the rest
in stuff.  Almost immediately I felt the heat of his crotch and belly on my
butt cheeks.  With dicks that small still and with the anal play that had
gone on, he slid completely in with no pain whatsoever.  The only thing I
felt was the hot full feeling of a beautiful penis in my rectum.  I think
Andy was shocked at first as he laid there without moving.  Finally he said
"wow" and slowly began pumping into me.  Each pump brought a new burst of
warmth and pleasure in my bottom and I quickly got into the rhythm and
pumped with him.  He kept picking up speed and I kept picking up speed,
both of us moaning and wiggling.  When he came a few minutes later he came
with such force his feet and knees came up off the bed and my back and butt
was supporting is entire weight.  The pleasure in my rectum was so intense
I was literally crying with pleasure.

	When he stopped it was definitely my turn and I couldn't wait.  He
willingly assumed the same position I had as I crawled behind him.  I
grabbed handfuls of his butt and squeezed as I slid my dick up and down his
crack.  I stopped, lubed up my dick and got my aim right.  Using one hand I
lined it up and circled is hole with the tip of my dick, then gave one good
push and I was in.  Andy gasped, and I froze to the most warm and tight
feeling I ever imagined on my penis.  I slowly got into the rhythm of
pumping Andy as he did to me, rocking faster and faster, enjoying every
single sensation of the in and outs of his rectum.  Each stroke seemed to
build on the pleasure until my penis felt like it was gong to explode in a
ball of sparks until I finally came with such force that though I was gong
to be pulled apart.  The result was pure ecstasy; bright lights flashed in
my head, my limbs quivered and shook and I thought my dick would melt in
Andy's butt like metals welded together.  All to soon, however, the lights
stopped flashing, my limbs stopped shaking and, with my arms still wrapped
around Andy, I squeezed him in as hard a hug as my ten year arms could
muster.  He turned his head and we rubbed noses and touched tongues and
cuddled, my penis still in his rectum, riding his now flattened body until
both of us drifted off to an impenetratable sleep.

	The next found us still uncovered by blankets, keeping each other
warm, naked from the waste down, my little bare butt up in the air, and my
penis still hanging on inside Andy's bottom.  And that is how we were found
by Jeannie, who came to get us up for school when we didn't respond to her
calls for breakfast.

But that's another story.