It was 11:43pm, on Tuesday. My cell phone rang. Caller ID showed it was David. He lives in my neighborhood: Out my door, make a left, cross 2 streets, make another left, and his basement apartment is about two-thirds of the way down the block, on the left.
Fuck! He and I have an understanding: Whenever he's horny, he'll call. IF I answer, it automatically means that I am horny too, and ready (or will get ready) to get sexed.
"Hello," I answered, my heart is already beating faster.
"There's a Cat Burglar in the area...," I heard David whisper.
He loved playing the part. Cat Burglar was our signal: My apartment door should be unlocked. All lights off. Everything, even all the lights on the TV cable box, charger light Everything off. The Cat Burglar liked to sneak in, get undressed at the front door, creep through the darkness, and find his victim in bed, sleeping heavily.
It had been about 3 months since I had heard from David, and I was horny as fuck for some of his freak sex. I needed to find out how much time I had to prepare: "When and where was he last seen?" I asked, my voice shaking from excitement.
"I heard he was walking in our area, about 15 minutes ago," he replied, letting me know I had 15 minutes to clean my ass, get showered, unlock my door, and get on my stomach, in bed.
"Lock your door, and be careful," he whispered, as he hung up.
My heart is racing. I sprint to the front door, UNLOCK it, then run to the bathroom, grab the empty enema bottle, fill it with some warm water, spit in my hand, pour my spit on the tip of the bottle, squirt the warm water in my ass to start the process. I tighten my hole to keep the water inside, as I leave the bathroom, and run around the apartment, getting naked at the same time. From my past experience with the Cat Burglar, I had learned to plug my TV cable box, and charger, both of which have lights, into a power surge protector; all I had to do was push one button, and all of the apartment lights are off.
The sensation to push the water out of my ass was pressing, so I ran back to the bathroom, and squatted to push out the water. Just a little dirty, so I squeezed one more bottle up my ass, brushed my teeth, then squatted and pushed the last water out. Clean. Cool, now I hit the shower.
David liked me clean, but nothing else. No soap as I showered, (just a good, hard rinse off), no deodorant, no cologne. I knelt down, squeezed hard one last time, pushing my guts out, to make sure no water was still in my hole. Clean.
Out of the shower, toweling off...I look and it's been about 13 minutes. Fuck! I CANNOT afford to be running around if the Cat Burglar comes in my apartment. That would fuck up the entire mood. I needed to be clean, in bed, covers up around my neck, before my door opened.
I throw the towel on the floor, close the bathroom door, and run to the bed. I get in bed, on my stomach, as I pull the covers over my body. My heart is RACING, because I know what's in store: David is a freak, and I never know what to expect, so every time is a true adventure. OK Tony, I tell myself, take 3 deep breaths. I inhale deeply, filling my lungs up, hold it for a brief moment, then slowly release it, emptying my lungs fully. I began my second inhale, and I hear my front door open quietly.
