Angel on the Bathroom Floor
By B. Love

So there he was, lying on my bathroom floor. Drained and sweaty, covered in sweat, piss and lube, and looking a little stunned. His hair was disheveled; he was naked except for a cock ring. He looked like an angel. Well, the kind of angel you can fuck the shit out of on the bathroom floor. Breathing deeply he asked, “Have you ever done this before?”

I just laughed and looked at him as if to say, “Are you kidding me?”

An hour ago we had met in a local leather bar. As soon as he walked in, our eyes met. I thought to myself, “If I was the bartender I would definitely ID that one.” Hot, tall, young … yum. I took the drink I had just ordered and went outside to have a smoke. I quickly realized he was following me with his beer. He was standing nonchalantly near me trying to get the nerve up to talk to me. An advantage of being the older one in this game is having the confidence to hit on guys and not really take it too seriously.

I caught his eye and said, “Hey, what’s your name?” He blushed and came over.

“Johnny” he said hesitantly, like he had to remember the name he is using tonight. I don’t care; he can lie if he needs to. Lord knows I used to when I was his age.

“What brings you here Johnny?” I asked.

“Just wanted a beer and maybe more,” he smiles coyly with a shrug and another little blush.

We chat for a moment, just checking each other out. Quickly I decided if I wanted to see if this was going to be worth it or a waste of time. I grabbed his hand and said, “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

I didn’t wait to see his reaction; I just held his hand and kept walking. Once we got in the bathroom I locked the door and without a word we started to kiss, long and hard. As we kissed, I undid his pants and pushed them down around his ankles. I took a step back to see what I was working with. Nice … very nice. He was getting hard fast. Nice cock, nice balls. I spun him around for a view of his ass. Even better than his cock. Wow. The kid is beautiful. He clearly works out and he is not ignoring his gluteus maximus! I drop to my knees for a closer inspection of the goods. The ripe smell of balls makes me a little delirious as I spread his cheeks for a look at his puckered hole. Oh man, this kid is fucking smoking hot! His hole is perfect: Brown and sweet with a delicate trail of hair surrounding it.

At this point I know I want more than I can do in a public restroom so I pull up his pants and say “let’s go to my place”. Conveniently I live right up the street so there’s not a long walk, not much time for awkward and unnecessary conversation.

I get him to my place and push him onto the bed. “Strip”, I tell him as I gather up some lube.

I stay fully clothed.

Naked he is a delight: Smooth, barely any hair except for his bush. Surprisingly chiseled for such a skinny kid, he is absolutely stunning.

I jump on him and start kissing him. Right off the bat I’ve got his ass spread and my dick rubbing against his crack. And he likes it. He wants to get fucked and he wants it bad. Lying on his back with his legs in the air, he begs for my dick. I quickly enter him. He winces, but takes the whole thing much more quickly than I expected.

He moans and shakes as I lay still, giving him a chance to get used to my throbbing cock in his ass.

We kiss for a moment while we started to fuck in earnest, trying to find the rhythm of each other’s body. Suddenly the acrid odor of shit assails my nostrils. “Oh Dude, I can smell shit. That’s not good. You need some attention down there.”

I can tell from the look on his face that he is embarrassed, but I actually like this. He will be even more embarrassed, probably even humiliated by the time he leaves my apartment tonight and I will have successfully executed one of my kinky scat fantasies.

“Let’s go in the bathroom and get that fixed up.”

Again I am leading him by the hand into another bathroom. He sits on the toilet obediently as I light a cigarette and lean against the sink, watching him. He says,” OK give me a minute. I’ll be right out.”

“No, I’m not going anywhere. Just go ahead and shit in front of me.”

I could see the train of thoughts darting across his face. Here he is in a complete stranger’s place being asked to do something completely private in front of someone he doesn’t know at all.

I get down on my knees in-between his legs and hug him. “It’s OK kiddo, I’m right here for you. Just go. The sooner you finish shitting, the sooner we can get back to getting you fucked.” I grab a pair of bondage restraints and put them on his wrist with his hands behind his back.

I hold him for a moment longer and I can feel him relax. A minute later he is doing exactly as told, emptying his bowels. “Good boy”, I tell him.

After he is done, I instruct him to lie on the bathroom floor. He obediently follows my command.

“Lay on your side, boy”, I tell him. He does. Before he can say anything else I proceed to set things up for him to receive his first enema. “First things first”, I say “let’s put this blindfold on you. I want you to relax and really feel everything that is about to happen to you.”

After I have the blindfold in place I insert the nozzle of the enema into his tight hole. “Have you ever had an enema before?” I ask. He just mutely shakes his head, a silent no. The whole time the water is filling him up; I hold him in my arms and talk to him, “It’s OK, I’ll be gentle. Don’t worry, the last thing I want to do is hurt your beautiful asshole.“

Finally he is full. I rub his stomach for a while and keep talking to him, “How you doing, boy? Are you OK? Good, good. Ready to get rid of that water?”

I help guide him to the toilet and with a relief he releases the enema into the toilet. I reach in between his legs and play with his asshole. “Push boy. I want to make sure you’ve got the whole thing out.”

I can feel the lips of his sphincter straining to make sure he is completely empty. We do this for a moment and then I guide him back to the floor. Again I put him on his side and insert the nozzle of the enema for round two. I slowly fill him up with water again, talking and soothing him as I rub his stomach and finger his asshole around the nozzle.

Again he is full and ready to jump up and empty himself, but this time I make him wait a couple of moments before he can drain his ass of all the water I have put in him. Finally I relent.

“Are you ready to sit back on the toilet again? You gonna be a good boy? Empty yourself out for me?”

He nods and starts to get up, aiming for the toilet. Gently I grab him and push him back down to the bathroom floor. “Not just yet, I’ve got something else in mind”. I reach for a dildo and gently start to work it into his hole. As I push, I can see him straining between wanting to let it in, but afraid of the water contained in his bowels. As he relaxes and takes it, a stream of water dribbles out of his hole.

This is why I do this kind of stuff in the bathroom and not in my bed.

I keep fucking him with the dildo for a moment before I finally let him void the water. I lift him from the ground and place him on the toilet. Again I kneel in front of him as he sits on the toilet and I keep my hand cupping his anus as the water drains out of him.

At this point the water is clear, nothing solid, but I still think he might just need one more enema. But this time I think he will enjoy a different kind of enema.

Before he gets off of the toilet, I place a collar around his neck and attach his wrist restraints to the collar on either side of his neck. I lift him off the toilet and push him back down to the floor, this time on his elbows and knees, with his ass in the air. “Look how cute you look like that. Do you like having your asshole on display like that?” I ask.

“Yes Sir” he replies. Charming! He even called me Sir! “What a good boy you are,” I tell him.

With his newly cleaned ass up in the air, and both of us sporting raging hard-ons, it seems like the perfect time for us to resume fucking. I grab some lube and start to gently massage it into his asshole.

He moans and spreads his cheeks a little farther apart for me. Kneeling behind him, I start to push the head of my dick into his waiting hole. The head pops right in, but I’m still taking my time. Slowly I let it slip in, inch by inch. He is moaning and thanking me the whole time. Finally I am fully inside of him. I light a cigarette and hold still. He starts to back up against me, but I stop him. “Hold on just one minute Boy. I’m just gonna smoke this cigarette and then we will get right to the fucking.” I start making some idle chit chat at this point, waiting for my erection to subside enough for me to give him the final enema I plan on giving him.

I put out the cigarette and tell him, “I’m gonna give you one last enema for tonight. Are you ready for it?” He looks over his shoulder at me and says “yes, do it sir.” I give him one final chance to refuse, “are you sure?” He nods. I start to pee inside of him. At this point I ask him, “Has anyone ever peed inside you before?” He says “No, sir. But I can feel it happening right now inside me, Sir.”

I start thrusting in and out of his asshole again, bringing my hard on back to life as the urine drains out of me and into him. The fluid in his ass makes the whole experience much noisier than a regular fuck, lots of splashing sounds coming from inside his rectum. As we fuck, the urine is seeping out of his hole and down his legs creating a puddle on the floor, but neither of us minds. I’m so turned on, I can’t take it and apparently he is too. He starts to moan and quiver as his orgasm starts to take him over. As he cums he shoots ropy streams of ejaculate all over the floor beneath him. His cumming sets me off and I start to cum too. I pull out my dick with a splash and cum all over his back. He got up just long enough to release his final golden enema into the toilet and then he sank back to my bathroom floor.

5 minutes later my beautiful piggy angel was out the door and on his way to some other adventure.

We didn’t exchange numbers, I never believed his name was Johnny & I’ll probably never see him again, but I wish the best of luck wherever life leads him.