Dave’s Motel Education

DAVE:

You might say my first time was a back door experience when I was fourteen. That same summer, 1954, Aunt Minnie was severely injured in a car accident. Since Uncle Cal and his brother Rod had just purchased a Motel, the accident was a major disaster. They had put their life savings into the venture, and had planned for all four of them to run the thirty six-unit motel until it became profitable enough to hire help. Cal had to stay with Minnie much of the time, and between them, Uncle Rod and Aunt Doris couldn’t keep up with the work. My cousin, Christie, helped as much as she was able, but there was a limit to what a fourteen-year-old girl could accomplish.

One evening, Uncle Rod called my parents asking if they could come to visit the next day and bring me along, he had a proposition for me. Early Saturday, we set out on the 75-mile trip to their new business. When we arrived, Rod was fixing some leaking pipes in one of the units and Aunt Doris and Christie were cleaning rooms in anticipation of the evening guests. I told Uncle Rod that I could fix the leak if he wanted to talk to Dad. In a few minutes it was repaired and ready for guests. Dad and Uncle Rod were discussing how handy I was with tools, then he said the reason he asked us to come by was that he wanted me to work for them until Aunt Minnie was able to come home. We talked about it for a few minutes and agreed that I could stay with them and help out for the summer.

Before long I had settled into the swing of things. I especially enjoyed repairing things, but doing the cleaning and laundry wasn’t all that much fun. Still, it was a job and although the pay wasn’t too much, it was better than sitting home looking for things to do. Besides, it let me work with Christie, who was a real knock out. As well as being good looking, she had a pleasant personality and was fun to be with even when we were working.

All went well for a few weeks until I came down with a terrible summer cold. Uncle Rod said he just couldn’t do without my help, so he took me to see their friend and family doctor. The Doctor looked me over and said I would just have to get over the cold but he could give me some new drugs called antihistamines that would make me more comfortable. I took the pills as directed, and before long the watery eyes and runny nose subsided.

After three or four days, I was feeling very lethargic. I just didn’t feel like doing anything, not even eating food. Aunt Doris called the doctor and asked if I could come over to see him. He said for me to come right over. He asked me a few questions, listened to my chest, and pronounced me fit. I insisted that I didn’t feel very fit. He pulled a pamphlet and read through it. When I asked what he was looking for, he said that it was a fairly new medicine, and he was checking for side affects. Then he smiled and asked when I had last had a bowel movement. I thought for a bit then said I couldn’t really remember, but it must have been three or four days.

He explained that constipation was one of the side affects of antihistamines but he thought he could take care of that. He asked me to wait outside for a minute while he made a phone call. He came out in a minute or two, and told me to go on home, that Aunt Doris had what was needed to correct the problem. I walked the two blocks home expecting to get a dose of Castor Oil. UGH, how I hated the thought of Castor Oil! I had almost decided to tell her that I was feeling much better in order to avoid having to take it.

When I got back, Aunt Doris was at the kitchen sink stirring a bar of Ivory soap in a pan of water, turning the water a milky white. I didn’t give it much thought, I assumed she was getting ready to do some kind of cleaning. A moment later she opened a box, pulled out a big red hot water bottle and began filling it with the mixture. What in the world was she doing? When she pulled a hose out and began screwing it into the hot water bottle, I began to get the idea of what she was going on. A moment later, my fears were realized when she told me to go to the bathroom and take my pants off, then lay on the blanket she had placed on the floor and cover up with a towel.

Reluctantly I did as I was told. A few moments later she tapped on the door and asked if I was ready, and she came in carrying the bulging hot water bottle.

“Have you ever had an enema?” she asked. I shook my head.

“Well, that makes us about even, I never gave anyone an enema either, but the doctor told me what to do, so let’s get on with it. Otherwise, he had suggested a dose of Castor Oil, and I didn’t think you would like that very much.”

That was about the only thing I agreed with at that point! She told me to roll up onto my left side and pull my right leg up. I complied with her instructions with my heart beating fast. I felt her lift the towel and put something cold on my hole. I guessed it was Vaseline. A moment later I felt the hard plastic tip press against my opening. I involuntarily clenched my muscles, but the invader kept moving until it slid in. Aunt Doris told me to clamp tight because she was going to start the water running. I heard a snap, but didn’t feel anything for a few seconds. I was just about to think that maybe an enema wasn’t a big deal when suddenly I felt the water start running in. When I looked over my shoulder to see what was happening, I could see the bulging bag high in the air.

At that same instant, I felt as if I was going to blow water all over the floor. Seconds later, I felt the tube slip out and water splashed over my legs. Doris gasped and reached for the hose. Once again she slid it in, and started the water flowing. Of course it came out again.

“Just a minute,” she said, “I’m gong to have to do something else.”

She got a piece of string and tied the bag to the towel bar. In a second, she had the tip back in my quivering behind and then I hear a snap. Instantly the water began flowing. I was instructed to take several deep breaths and try to relax. Relax! Here I was with my bare ass sticking out where my Aunt could see it! In addition, my cousin probably knew what was happening, and she was probably going to tell everyone in the world. After a minute or two, I thought I was going to explode and began to plead for her to stop, I had enough. Doris said that I hadn’t taken hardly any, and I would just have to keep breathing deep. It did seem to help, but I did as I was told.

After what seemed like an eternity, Doris told me that I was supposed to take the second half of the enema while lying on my back. I rolled gingerly onto my back, wondering how she was going to manage the hose as my leg came over on it. At the same time, I was trying to hold the towel over myself. The last thing I wanted was for Aunt Doris to see my pecker, which for some reason decided to start growing right in front of her. I arranged the towel as best I could to hide the growing menace.

Now, I was able to see everything that was going on. The bag was starting to go flat, and that made the water flow in more slowly. Doris was simply holding the hose so the tube wouldn’t slip out, but every once in a while I saw her sneak a peek at what was happening on the floor. One time I caught her looking and saw the bright red flush when she realized I had seen her. The water kept flowing, building pressure and becoming more and more uncomfortable.

Finally, I said I just couldn’t hold another drop and they had to stop or I was going to make a terrible mess. Doris remarked that I had taken almost all of it, so it probably was enough. She clicked the clamp shut and withdrew the tube. By now, I had to go so bad that I couldn’t wait for her to leave the room. I jumped to my feet and started backing toward the toilet. As I did, the towel slipped out of my hand, and about the same moment I sat down, my erect cock springing into full view. Aunt Doris had turned around to pick up the blanket and left. I sat there for about fifteen minutes until it felt as if everything inside me had finally come out. I stood up and had just taken the rest of my clothes off when Christie came in. She let out a little gasp, but just stood there staring at me. I had no where to go but into the shower, so I stepped in and closed the door.

Not wanting to face Christie, I decided to stall a bit more, so I took the hose out of the bottle and rinsed the soap out, then ran a little water through the hose to rinse the soap out of it as well. Then I cleaned the tube, dried everything, coiled the hose, and wrapped it in a towel. Leaving the room, I quietly took the equipment back to the kitchen and laid it on the counter. Obviously Aunt Doris didn’t know what had happened, and asked me to go help Christie finish the laundry. As I walked into the steamy room, Christie glanced up then quickly looked away. For several minutes, we went about our work, trying to pretend the other person wasn’t there.

Finally it was simply too awkward, so Christie broke the spell.

“Do you feel better?”

I nodded, feeling my face turning hot.

“I’m sorry I looked, I didn’t realize that you were still in the bathroom, and I really had to go!”

“It’s all right, I didn’t realize the door wasn’t locked. I never had an enema so I didn’t know what was going to happen,” I said apologetically.

“It must have been awful,” Christie said with a sympathetic voice.

“Now that it is over it wasn’t too bad,” I replied.

“Well one part didn’t look too bad,” she giggled.

“Gee thanks!” I replied as I punched her arm.

Christie glanced slyly at my pants, which by now were once again bulging, and gave me a kind of sly grin. We finished the laundry, and hurried to her parent’s apartment for dinner. Aunt Doris asked how I was feeling, and I replied that I was some better, but still wasn’t very hungry. We ate mostly in silence then went into the living room for the rest of the evening. I was reading a book, and Christie was listening to the radio. Uncle Rod had called saying that he wouldn’t get home until after ten.

About 8:30, Aunt Doris left the room, and I heard her moving around in the Kitchen. I didn’t think anything about it, because she often baked in the evenings. Shortly she returned, carrying the hot water bottle saying that the doctor had said I should have another enema just before bedtime. My heart sank. I wasn’t anxious to repeat the scene of that afternoon, but Aunt Doris said if I was going to get better, we needed to do it. I went to the bathroom and got ready, but by now, my cock was raging hard. When Aunt Doris came in, I was laying on the floor covered with the towel trying to hide my erection.

Aunt Doris repeated the procedure that had been accomplished in the afternoon, and shortly the water was flowing. This time it wasn’t nearly as bad as the first time. Aunt Doris had just told me to roll onto my back when the loud bell rang announcing that a weary traveler was looking for a room. Aunt Doris jumped up telling me I would have to hold the hose in. I grabbed it just before it slipped out. I was panting like a little puppy, and kind of whimpering to myself about how bad I had to go. After what seemed like an eternity, the bag was flat, and my swollen belly looked like it was stretched to the limit. I pulled the tube out and started backing toward the toilet. I showered again, then cleaned up the enema bag and tube, and then wrapped it in a towel. After I finished, I walked to the kitchen and laid it on the counter.

After Uncle Rod got home, we sat around watching TV for a while. He told us about the trouble he had trying to find the supplies at a reasonable price. After a while, Christie left. I sat there for a while longer then began to get thirsty. The doctor had told me to drink lots of water, so I walked toward the kitchen. I was bare foot, so my footsteps were not noticeable. Just as I came around the corner, I could see Christie examining the water bottle and the hose. She was so intent that she didn’t notice me watching. She had opened up the box that the equipment had been in and pulled out the other nozzle. It was a lot longer than the one I had poked up my behind. It was also curved and I could see that it had holes in the side instead of the end. I started to back away when Christie must have sensed my presence and whirled to face me. Her face turned bright red as she hurriedly stuffed the bag and nozzle into the box and laid it down.

By the next morning, I felt 100% better, and was as hungry as a horse. I ate a huge breakfast and hurried out to start cleaning the rooms of the early departures. I gathered enough sheets and towels to begin the first load of laundry. I just got it running when Christie came in with her first load. We sorted the towels and sheets into separate piles, and filled the other washer with towels.

“You aren’t even sorry about looking at me are you?”

“No more than you were at catching me with your enema bag,” she giggled and ran out the door.

I went to 118, the next room on the list. What a mess! It looked like a tornado had been through the place. There were towels everywhere, and the bed looked like someone had driven a herd of elephants over it. There were spots all over the sheets. I was trying to figure out what had happened when I spotted a little box lying on the floor. As I picked it up, I saw the brand name TROJANS. What in the world was this? As I looked it over, I suddenly realized that it was a box of rubbers. Hurriedly I opened it and discovered that there were seven sealed foil packets. I slipped them into my pocket and started in cleaning up the mess.

Before I could finish, Christie came by asking what was taking me so long. I told her the room was a complete mess, and I had to do a lot of extra work. She just sighed and said that she wasn’t surprised. When I asked her how she knew it would be a mess, she said that one of the guys from the rival high school across town would come here nearly every Saturday night with a girl. When I asked if it wasn’t illegal, she said it probably was, but his dad was the Chief of Police, and no one was about to complain to him about it.

About two days later, I just finished the antihistamines, and was feeling much better, except for being constipated again. I didn’t want to tell Aunt Doris that I needed another enema, but neither did I want to feel as bad as I did a few days ago. While we were getting the first load of laundry running, I told Christie that I needed another enema, but didn’t want to tell her mother.

“Hey, Dave, don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it for you.”

I assumed that she would tell Aunt Doris and sometime later in the day she would summon me to the bathroom again. We were down to the last few rooms when Christie said she needed help with room 207. I asked her what was the problem, but she said that she just needed help with that particular room and I should come there after I finished the next room. I finished the room I was cleaning then went to 207. Christie was in the bathroom splashing around, so I assumed she was cleaning. I opened the door then stopped dead in my tracks. She had filled the enema bag and had it hanging on a towel bar with the hose dangling on the towel padded floor.

“Well, don’t just stand there, get ready!” she commanded.

“You’re joking,” I haltingly said.

“Do I look like I am joking? She said sternly. “Come on, come on, let’s get going before someone begins to wonder where we are.”

I hesitated for a moment looking at her.

“I’m not leaving, so you better hurry up,” she said with the most wicked grin I had ever seen.

I unbuckled my belt and slid my pants off. The shorts followed right behind, and in an instant I was standing there with my cock rapidly rising to attention.

“Lie down and let’s get started,” she directed.

I quickly complied, looking for a towel.

“You don’t need a towel, just roll over.”

I turned up on my left side, with my cock quivering. I felt her apply the Vaseline, then slide the tube in. With the bag hanging on the towel rod, she had both hands free. I heard the clamp click open, and felt the water begin to flow. It actually felt rather good, and my throbbing cock swelled ever bigger. Long before the prescribed one half had flowed in, she instructed me to turn onto my back. By now, I was game for anything, so without hesitation, I rolled over. Without the restriction of the towel, my little beauty sprang into full attention. Christie slid her hand between my legs to hold the hose in place while gazing steadily at my cock. Her wrist was brushing my balls, which in turn made my cock rise higher still. It seemed like the water was flowing in without any discomfort, so I snuggled down a little so that her wrist was in even closer contact with my balls.

Christie was looking at me intently with a bit of a question mark on her face. I turned slightly toward her, putting my cock just a fraction of an inch from her left arm. She didn’t move, so I rolled even further touching her arm with the tip. As if on clue, she grasped my cock with her left hand and began to explore. Moments later she started to move the loose skin up and down over my throbbing pole. I glanced up just in time to see the bag go flat.

“You don’t have to hold the tube in any more, the bag is empty,” I grunted.

Christie pulled the tube out and began playing with my balls and at the same time stroking my cock. Suddenly, I exploded into the air, shooting my white sticky stuff all over her and myself. I kept pumping and pumping until a wave of profound relaxation flooded over me. Just then, I realized that I hadn’t been breathing, and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

Suddenly, I had to go with an urgency I had never felt. I jumped up, barely making it to the toilet when the water flooded out. Christie picked up the bag and cleaned it while I continued to empty myself. After several minutes, I felt as if I had finally rid myself of day’s worth of cramping pain. Christie turned the shower on and tossed me a towel. I shed my shirt and tee shirt, stepping into the shower.

By now, the realization of what we had done was sinking in, so I made quick work of showering. As I stepped out, Christie handed me a towel and told me she would see me in the laundry. Dressing quickly, I picked up all the towels and hurried to join her.