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{ASSGM} He Remembers Me 2/2 {S Lilith} (MM MTg 1st Cons WS Enema Oral Anal)
  Copyright 2006 Simon Lilith
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        Tom let himself be led by the hand into the office bathroom.  Bob 
flipped on the lights and the room was bathed in the blue white glow of 
the fluorescent lights.  The bathroom was stark white tile with silver 
plumbing fixtures.  There was an expensive looking array of shower nozzles 
projecting from the wall, a toilet, a bidet, and a pedestal sink with a 
chrome medicine cabinet above it.
        The center of the room sloped down from all four corners.  Their was 
a gleaming silver drain in the white tile floor.
        Bob shut the door behind Tom, drew him close and kissed him.  “Like 
the bathroom?”
        “This is really nice,” A short wall in front of the toilet formed a 
tile bench of sorts.
        Bob pushed Tom onto the bench, and then turned toward the toilet.  
Piss began to jet from from his half hard cock and into the bowl.
        Tom watched, eyes wide.  He had never watched another man piss.
        Bob was smiling, “You’ll never see urinals the same will you?”
        Tom shook his head and laughed.  He had never imagined watching 
another man piss could be so erotic, but the proof was in his rapidly 
inflating cock.
        Bob stopped pissing after a long time, then turned toward Tom.  A 
drop of golden piss clung to the tip of Bob’s cock.  Bob caught the drop 
on the end of his finger, then licked it off.  Another drop formed, “You 
want some?”
        Tom was as pale as a ghost.  He felt like he was dreaming as he 
nodded his head.
        Another golden drop formed on Bob’s piss slit.  He wiped it off with 
his middle finger, then held it to Tom’s lips.  The smaller man opened his 
mouth, and Bob gently ran his middle finger down the center of his tongue.
        So salty, like the ocean, Tom thought.  On impulse, he closed his 
lips on Bob’s finger, sucking it in.
        Bob smiled, and let his long thick finger slide back along Tom’s hot 
tongue.
        The fingertip reached the back of Tom’s throat and he gagged 
slightly.
        Bob pulled back, and then let it slide in again.  Tom gagged again, 
but this time he had taken the digit an inch deeper.
        “It takes time to get rid of that gag reflex.  You’ll get the hang 
of it, lover,“ Bob said pulling his finger out.
        Tom kissed his fingertip as Bob withdrew it.  He was absolutely 
beaming.  I’m falling in love, Tom thought.  And, why not?  Everybody fell 
in love with their first sex partner.
        Bob lowered the seat of the toilet, and sat down on it.  He pulled 
Tom to his feet, “Piss on me, boy.”
        “Wh… What?” Tom whispered.
        Bob smiled up at him and grasped Tom’s cock, jacking it gently, 
“It’s called a golden shower, boy.  I want you to piss on me.”
        “I don’t know if I can,” Tom said.
        Bob took three fingers and pressed in hard just below Tom’s navel.
        “Oww!” Tom cried.  He felt a single drop of piss form on the tip of 
his cock.
        Bob’s tongue darted out and snatched the droplet, “More, Tom.  Now.”
        Tom closed his eyes and concentrated.  He opened his eyes as the 
piss began to flow.
        Golden liquid splashed across Bob’s face.  He opened his mouth and 
drank from Tom’s piss fountain, filling his mouth.  He let it spray across 
his chest, down his stomach.  It drenched his stiffening cock and big 
balls.
        The strong flow became a trickle, then stopped all together.
        Bob stood up, dripping with piss.  He pulled Tom tight against him, 
their hardening cocks pushing along each other.  He put his lips against 
Tom’s and let the man’s own piss flow into his open mouth.
        I’m drinking my own piss, Tom thought.  And, I love it.
        He gulped it down, letting it leak out of the corners of his mouth.  
They kissed deeply, sucking at each other’s salty lips.
        Tom felt something warm trickling down his stomach.
        Bob was pissing again, a yellow stream arcing out against Tom’s 
stomach.
        Tom dropped to his knees and held his lover’s beautiful cockhead 
against his lips, letting the hot piss pour into his mouth and down his 
gulping throat.
        “Oh, fucking yes!” Bob cried as he watched Tom gulp.
        After Bob stopped leaking, Tom stood up and kissed him hard.  The 
combined smell and taste of their piss was intoxicating.
                      .               .                .
        The shower nozzles sprayed the room with hot mist as the two lovers’ 
bodies entwined together.  Bob held Tom tightly, pressing his thin body 
against the smooth white tile.  The smaller man moaned into Bob’s mouth, 
their kissing becoming more ardent with each passing second.
        Tom couldn’t think clearly, didn’t want to.  This beautiful man was 
holding him six inches off the ground, pressing his lean body into the 
tile wall with his meaty hands.  Tom wanted him, wanted to please him.
        This is how a woman feels, Tom thought.  This is how a woman feels 
when the man of her dreams is making love to her.
        Tom reveled in the feelings, the emotions.  He had never felt so 
feminine, so wanted.  He reached down and jacked Bob’s thick cock.  It was 
his cock now, and soon it was going to fill him.
        Bob moaned and set Tom down on his feet, “You’re so hot.  You’ll 
make me cum too soon.  I want this to be perfect, okay?”
        Tom nodded and smiled.
        Bob walked over to the medicine cabinet and opened it.  He pulled 
out two plastic bags, some tubing, and another bottle of lube.  He turned to Tom and smiled.
        All Tom’s apprehension was gone.  Nothing this man did would 
frighten him again.  Tom chewed a wet fingernail and smiled mischievously, 
“Is that what I think it is?”
        “You bet your ass it is,” Bob said.  He filled both enema bags from 
the pedestal sink, “Get on your knees and show me that hole, boy.”
        Tom laughed, smiled seductively and dropped to his knees.  He put 
his forehead against the tile and arched his back, presenting his asshole 
to Bob.
        Bob kneeled and traced gentle circles around Tom’s lovely pucker.  
It throbbed in anticipation.
        Bob coated his hands with lube and began to massage the slick goo 
inside Tom’s ass crack, across his hole, and finally into it.
        Tom moaned, feeling his tight hole stretched by one of Bob’s big 
fingertips.
        Bob squeezed lube directly into Tom’s open hole, then pressed the 
bulbous tip of the thin enema hose against his pucker.  “Bear down, like 
you’re trying to shit.”
        Tom squeezed his ass muscles and moaned loud as the fat tip of the 
hose pushed past his sphincter and deep into his bowels.  “Mmmm, so good,” 
he said, turning his face so he could look at Bob.
        Bob knelt beside him, his thick cock sticking straight out, “Not as 
good as it’s going to feel.”  He opened the pinch clamp on the hose.
        “Oh, yeah,” Tom breathed as a flood of warm water rushed into him.  
        Bob raised the bag high and clipped it onto a ring that hung from 
the ceiling.  He massaged Tom’s rapidly growing stomach.  Satisfied the 
smaller man had taken enough, he closed the clamp.
        Tom started to raise up, but Bob pushed him back down.  He moved his 
head between Tom’s legs from behind and began to lick the tip of the 
smaller man’s cock.
        “Oh, Jesus, what are you doing to me?” Tom screamed.  The pressure 
in his bowels combined with the sensation of having his cock licked was 
almost more than he could stand.
        Bob stopped licking his cock and grasped the enema hose, “When I 
pull this out, you’re going to want to shit.  Don’t.  Hold it the best you 
can.”
        “I don’t know if I can, lover,” Tom whined.
        Bob pulled the tube out slowly.
        Tom almost shit as the head popped free, but he managed to hold what 
felt like gallons of water inside him.  He felt some knew pressure at his 
anus.
        Bob was pushing something slowly into him.  Something much, much 
bigger than the enema tube.
        “Oh, oh, it hurts.  Pull it out, Bob, please,” Tom cried.
        “Trust me, boy, just relax,” Bob said.  The head of the object 
finally cleared Tom’s ass sphincter and it closed with an almost audible 
pop.
        “There, that’s got it,” Bob said.
        Tom reached around and felt the base of the thing that was
stretching his ass.
        Bob held up its twin to show Tom, “That butt plug will hold 
everything where I want it.  Now, do me.”
                   .               .                 .
        A half hour later, the lovers emerged showered and cleansed inside 
and out from the toilet.  They had repeated the enema process three times 
until only clear water ran out into the toilet when their butt plugs were 
removed.
        Tom collapsed onto the couch, and Bob fell into his outstretched 
arms.  They kissed passionately, their tongues exploring what was rapidly 
becoming charted territory for them both.  Bob rose up on his arms, “It’s 
time, darling.”
        “Mmmm, yes it is,” Tom said.
        Bob stood up, then sat down, his ass on the top of the back of the 
couch.  He leaned back against the wall, his legs spread wide.
        Tom faced him and knelt, his knees on the leather couch cushions.  
His smiling lips were inches away from Bob’s erect cock.
        “Suck my cock, boy,” Bob ordered.
        Tom smiled, and then leaned forward with his tongue stuck out.  His 
tongue brushed the tip of another man’s cock for the first time.  He 
licked a clear drop of pre-cum from the man’s piss slit.  He felt an 
electric charge go through him, his body trembled.
        Bob rubbed his shoulders and smiled down at him.
        Tom smiled back, and then sucked Bob’s cockhead into his greedy 
mouth.  He licked beneath the sensitive head as he sucked.
        “Oh, fuck yes!” Bob cried.
        Tom slowly fed an inch more into his mouth, and then began to piston 
up and down, taking more and more in.  The tip touched the back of his 
throat and he gagged.  He tried to pull off, but Bob pushed his head 
farther down.
        “Gag on it a little, it won’t hurt you,” Bob said, finally letting 
Tom pull back a little.
        Tom nodded, saliva spilling from his lips.
        “Use your hand to jack what you can’t take all the way in,” Bob 
said, his head thrown back, eyes closed.
        Tom continued to piston his head up and down, stabbing his throat 
with as much meat as he could.  He jacked the lower four inches of Bob’s 
nine inch dick with his right hand.
        “Oh, baby, yeah!” Bob screamed, and then pulled Tom away from his 
dick.  “Get down their and lick my cunt, boy.”
        Tom lowered his head farther and began to lick at Bob’s hairy butt 
pucker.
        “That’s right.  Tongue fuck my hole, lover,” Bob groaned.
        Tom pushed his thick tongue inside and began to explore.
        “Harder, baby.  Give me that sweet tongue!” Bob cried.
        Tom drilled his tongue in and out of Bob’s tight butthole, feeling 
the big man tremble as he was fucked.
        Suddenly, Bob pulled Tom away, turned him around and pushed him onto 
the coffee table.  Tom was on his hands and knees, “Fuck my ass, baby, 
please!”
        “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk, bitch,” Tom 
growled.  “Arch your fucking back!”
        Tom arched his back, pushing his ass high into the air.
        Bob grabbed the bottle of lube, pushed the top against Tom’s ass and 
filled his rectum with slick stuff.
        Tom screamed as Bob’s thick index finger pushed into him all the way 
to the third knuckle.
        Bob began to twist and squirm his finger inside Tom’s tight hole.  
Suddenly, he found a spot deep inside the younger man.
        Tom screamed out and bucked his hips, pre-cum flowed like piss from 
his dick onto the wooden coffee table, “Wh… What the f… fuck are you doing 
to m… me?”
        “I’m massaging you prostate, lover.  Feels nice, doesn’t it?”  Bob 
asked.
        “Y… yes, fucking Christ don’t stop,” Tom said, rolling his hips and 
grinding against Bob.
        “Never, baby.  I’ll give you this for the rest of your life,” Bob 
said.
        Tom almost wept with pure love.
        “Stop moving for a second,” Bob said, rubbing Tom’s lower back 
gently with his free hand.
        “I c… can’t,” Tom sobbed.  He strained against the big man’s hand as 
it closed on the small of his back, halting his gyrations.
        “I’m going to open you wider, baby.  As tight as you are, this might 
hurt,” Bob said, concern in his voice.
        “Please, Bob.  Stretch me open.  I want to be able to take your big 
cock in me,” Tom said.  Tears ran down his cheeks.
        Bob pulled his finger part way out, added his middle finger tip, and 
pushed slowly inside.
        Tom screamed so loud, Bob’s ears hurt.  “Stop, stop,” Tom finally 
said.  “J… just let me get my breath.”
        Bob massaged his lower back with his free hand and stopped the 
forward motion of his ass invading digits, “We’ll take as long as you 
need, boy.”
        Tom panted.  He had two of Bob’s thick fingers in his ass to the 
first knuckle.  Tom could literally feel the muscles in his sphincter 
beginning to stretch and reorient themselves, “Okay, just go slow.”
        Bob pushed in gently, feeling the smaller man’s pulse through his 
rectum wall.
        Tom braced himself for the pain, but it never arrived.
        Bob’s fingers slid in to the second knuckle, then to the third.  He 
began to spread his fingers apart, stretching Tom’s asshole like a rubber 
band.
        Tom began to moan and rotate his hips.
        Bob found the man’s prostate again and Tom pushed back hard, 
impaling himself on Bob’s fat fingers.
        The finger fuck had gone from excruciating pain to pleasure in the 
blink of an eye.  Tom fucked back against him, finding his rhythm.  He 
reached between his legs and began to masturbate, pushing thick droplets 
of pre-cum onto the floor.
        Tom cried out, not in pain this time, but from emptiness.  Bob had 
pulled his fingers out.  “Unnh, give them back, please, lover,” Tom 
whined.
        “Relax.  I wish you could see your asshole.  It’s stretched wide 
open,” Bob said, keeping the hole from closing with pressure from his 
thumbs.
        Tom sobbed, “Please fuck me.”
        Bob leaned forward, and drove his long hot tongue into Tom’s 
butthole.
        The younger man screamed and thrashed, “Yes!  That feels so… unnh.”  
Tom was jacking at his own cock now, ready to unleash a flood of white cum 
onto the coffee table, a flood that had been building all afternoon.  “I 
want your hard, fucking cock!” Tom screamed.
        Bob yanked his tongue away, and pushed his fat cockhead against the 
wide open boy twat.
        “Rip me open, split me you cocksucker!” Tom screamed.
        “Here it is, baby,” Bob said and slid balls deep into his boytoy’s 
hole.
        Tom screamed, arched his back and began a slow grinding fuck against 
the big man, “I want you to make me fucking bleed!”
        Bob began to pound Tom’s ass.  Tiny droplets of blood mixed with the 
pre-cum on the table.  Bob pushed Tom’s masturbating hand away and grasped 
his no longer virgin lover’s thick cock.  He pumped it in unison with 
their fevered coupling.
        Tom screamed and came, long streamers of cum pouring onto the table.
        Bob groaned as Tom’s ass muscles did their best to milk him dry.
        Tom’s ass spasmed for what seemed like minutes.  He cried as he 
came, finally whispering, “I love you, Bob.”
        “Prove it,” Bob said, pulling out of Tom’s gaping ass.  He spun Tom 
around, sliding him on his hands and knees through the spunk, lube, and 
blood on top of the coffee table.
        Tom didn’t need to be told what to do, he deep throated Bob’s fat 
prick – the cock that had just raped his virgin ass and made him feel 
completely fulfilled for the first time in his life.
        “God, baby, here it comes!” Bob screamed and poured what felt like 
gallons of thick cum down Tom’s throat.  He collapsed backward, pulling 
Tom after him onto the couch.
        Tom nursed at Bob’s beautiful dick, swallowing every steamy drop of 
his milky cum.  Then he crawled up Bob’s chest and laid his head on the 
man’s big shoulder.
        They fell asleep cradled in each other’s arms.
                             .            .           .
                               Two Years Later
        Tammi, the shemale who used to be called Tom in a different life 
long before, stretched upward on the six inch spike heels to reach a video 
on the top shelf behind the counter.  Her big double D tits strained 
against the latex dress, her pierced nipples threatening to rip the thin 
rubber, “Are you sure you want this one, sweetie?” she asked.
        The kid, a muscle boy queer from Venice Beach gulped and laughed, 
“Absolutely.”
        Tammi’s thick cock, pierced and studded with rhinestones and steel 
barbells hung down from her crotchless panties.  The dress hem was high, 
and boy stud was getting an excellent view of all the beauty’s assets.
        Tammi spun around when she heard the shutter click of a camera.  She 
wagged a manicured red nailed index finger at boy stud.  “Now, you know 
better than to take my picture without permission.  She laid the video on 
the counter: “Tammi Does Tacoma”.  “That’ll be forty dollars for the DVD 
and another ten for the beaver shot, stud,” she said with a smile.
        “Would you sign it for me, please?” muscle stud asked as he handed 
her fifty dollars.
        “What’s your name, loverboy?”
        “Skip,” he said.
        “’To Skip, I wish I’d seen your dick the way you saw mine, suck and 
fuck, Tammi’ – there, how’s that?” she said arching a thin waxed eyebrow 
and tossing her long curly blonde hair back.
        Stud boy grinned, and then pulled down the front of his tight biker 
shorts.  His dick was as enormous as the rest of him.
        Tammi slid forward on the counter, grabbed his cock with her free 
hand, and signed ‘Tammi’ along the top of his shaft.
        Muscle stud groaned and then beamed ear to ear, “Th… Thanks, Thank 
you.”
        “You’re welcome, baby.  Now get out of here, it’s time for me to
lock up,” she said, vaulting over the counter and ushering him out the 
front door of their Castro Street, San Francisco store.
        Muscle stud stumbled, star struck onto the pavement.
        Tammi locked the door behind him and changed the window sign from 
‘open’ to ‘closed’.
        Tammi’s face stared back at her from posters all over the store 
walls.  After her first fuck with Bob, she had never gone back to her 
apartment.  She’d never seen her wife, Tina, again.
        Bob had a friend in Budapest.  They mailed a letter to Tina from Tom 
inside a letter to Budapest, and Bob’s friend had mailed it to Tina from 
there.
        In the letter, Tom had said he could no longer live a lie.  He was 
gay, and he had run off with his lover to live in Hungary.  Goodbye.
        He had never spoken to her again.
        Becoming a shemale had been Tom’s idea.  After several surgeries, a 
lot of Mexican black market hormones, and some creative body piercings, 
Tammi had been born.
        A skinny man with a six inch dick might have trouble being noticed, 
but a blonde bombshell with a pierced, jeweled dick and an asshole that 
could accommodate a porn star’s cock was a money maker.  She’d made forty 
films in two years, all shot, directed, and marketed by her beautiful 
lover, Bob.
        He was in the office editing as she walked in.
        “All closed down?” Bob asked.  He was reviewing a new video.  Tammi 
lay on her back, sucking one long black cock as another was being crammed 
up her ass.  She smiled and winked at the camera.
        “Yep.  How does it look?” Tammi said as she pulled off the skin 
tight dress.  Her barbell pierced nipples and fat jugs bobbed free.  She 
straddled his office chair, brushing her nipples across his lips.
        “How does what look?  The film or you?” Bob asked as Tammi reached 
between them and undid his fly.
        “Either,” Tammi said, feeling his thick cockhead nudge against her 
asshole.
        “Both you and the film are perfect,” Bob said and slid his cock deep 
inside her.

			
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