Alex called Martin Harris that evening and told him he was getting married, and so would be unable to continue in the porn business. I was with him at the time, and even though I only heard Alex’s side of the conversation, I could tell that Mr. Harris was happy for him and had wished him well. I was also surprised by how Alex openly declared our future marriage. Even though I was pretty convinced by that time that I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life, I would never have made such a declaration to anyone other than him. After all, we had really only known each other for a matter of hours, and so sex was really the only glue that was holding us together.
As the weeks passed Alex worked with me around the property. We dug in, leveled off, and built a retaining wall behind the chalet to form a level planting area for my mother. We cleaned out a stall in the garage for Alex’s car, and we widened a trail that went from the house down to where a creek passed through our property. I knew my parents would appreciate all the work we were doing, and the projects we chose to accomplish, yet I never told them about Alex, nor that he had moved in with me.
Alex and I were having sex two to three times a day through those weeks. And no matter what form that sex may have taken, it always started off with a good soapy enema, followed by a J-Lube enema for one or both of us. It wasn’t that either of us were concerned about finding stools in the other’s rectum, but we were instead drawn to the idea of taking control of the very inner core of other’s body while allowing the other to take control of ours. Actually, I was so drawn to Alex’s cute little hairless white boy ass by that time, that I couldn’t leave it alone. And so I understood when he told me that his mother had given him many enemas when he was a boy, because had he been my son I would have done the same. I know that I liked giving him J-Lube enemas to hold, not only before we had sex, but even just before we worked out in the yard. He was doing the same thing to me, only he liked giving me J Lube enemas, not with the enema bulb, but with the enema bag that he held high over my head while I sat naked to play my organ. And he made me take and hold those enemas while I played extra-long pieces, like Johann Sebastian Bach’s entire Toccata and Fugue in D minor, even if I had to fidget and squirm on the bench to get through it. As you might imagine, I often played it so up tempo that Bach would have turned over in his grave had he heard my rendition.
I have to admit that having sex had become an all but fulltime experience for us throughout the early weeks of our relationship. Alex stayed true to his words, and was constantly teaching me new ways to expand the range of our sexual experiences, and new ways we could show our love for each other. At first I was concerned with how fast things were developing between us. But as the weeks passed and our relationship built, those concerns melted away. I had never felt so loved, and I had never felt so in love as I felt during the remaining weeks of that summer. It was as if I realized how real our feelings were for each other, and the only thing I wanted to feel was more of what I was already feeling.
Alex never did look for another job, but instead spent most of the time we weren’t having sex on the internet looking through and cataloging varying types of available Tahoe area properties. He also surfed through and collected detailed information on all gay friendly businesses in the greater Lake Tahoe area. I didn’t fully understand what he was doing until after our second month together. It was then that he told me that he wanted to drive down to San Francisco to meet my parents. I had been wanting to tell my parents about Alex, but at the same time feared how they might react to the man who they would know was sodomizing their only son on a daily basis.
Still, we made the trip in Alex’s car, and almost upon my introducing him to my parents, he told them that he wanted to marry me. I was afraid they might be shocked or upset because he was the epitome of what they would think of as an Arian/Anglo, or white boy. But when they realized that I truly loved him, they seemed more accepting of him than I thought they would be.
But that wasn’t enough for Alex, because he took matters even further the second day of our visit by asking to meet privately with my father. I had no idea as to what they had found so interesting to talking about, but Alex and my father spent over two hours behind the closed door of my father’s study. In fact, I began to worry, and so did my mother. But in the end I learned that it was all about real estate, and that after Alex showed my father a video presentation of his business plan, they came to a hand shake agreement where Alex would work under my father’s brokerage license, and open a Tahoe office that would have physical presence in Tahoe, and an on line presence that particularly targeted the successful San Francisco and Los Angeles’ gay communities. Alex had sold my father on the idea, that with a little financial backing he could sell both year round and vacation properties in the Tahoe area to the so far untapped gay community. And he had worked up a web campaign depicting the greater Tahoe area as a gay mecca getaway for the affluent city based gays, for which he claimed were many. My father, who I always considered a very astute businessman, was more than sold on Alex’s plan.
Alex was so excited and charged over the fact that he had been so successful at convincing my father to join and bankroll his business plan that he began to drop what I’m sure he thought were subtle hints to me that he needed, or perhaps deserved, an enema. Of course I immediately understood that he meant one of our usual sex enemas. But my mother, who is normally a very reserved person, a person who had not even hinted that she should give me an enema in years, picked up on Alex’s little hints, and suggested that maybe she should give Alex an enema. I was so embarrassed, and so was Alex, to the point that I thought he might run from the house never to return. But instead, I immediately went to my mother and hugged her. And while holding her tight, I told her that she was right, but now that Alex and I were together, if anyone was going to give him an enema, it was going to be me.
My mother immediately understood, and began to blush with embarrassment. But then Alex came over and also hugged her, as he said, “You know what? If I didn’t have Kix to take care of me, I’d take you up on that offer.”
My mother was still all but paralyzed with embarrassment, but she seemed to get over it by the time we left San Francisco to return to the Chalet. In fact, both of my parents were treating Alex as if he was their second son by the time we left. Alex was very excited about working with my father, and began to put his business plan into effect the instant we got back to the Chalet. He also began to all but smother me with sex and other outward demonstrations of the love he felt for me. Yet it seemed that no matter what kind of sex we had, we seldom had sex of any kind that one or both of us weren’t holding a soap water or J-Lube enema up our butts when orgasm finally came. And that is saying something, because we were still having sex two and three times a day.
As time passed, Alex’s business model proved to be quite successful, and he and my father were getting along as if he were my brother rather than my lover. And as soon as Alex was comfortable with his success, he insisted that I give up my organ playing at The Old Wagon Saloon. He not only wanted, but needed to be the sole breadwinner for our family, and he felt that I was such a turn-on when I played the organ that he didn’t want anyone to see or hear me play unless he was there to protect me. I loved playing publically, but I truly loved Alex more, so because he was willing to work hard at selling Tahoe real estate, I gave up my gig at the Old Wagon.
In February of that following year Alex made a deal on a beautiful mountain home that he offered to me as wedding present. Of course I accepted, and we were married that March. What surprised me about all of that, was that when my father asked Alex what he would like for a wedding present. Without hesitation he asked for the organ in my parent’s chalet to be moved to what we were then calling our chalet. My father immediately called professional movers to move the organ and its speaker system into our new home, and then he gave us both new cars. Mine was a sports car, while Alex’s was an SUV as my father thought that was best for taking clients out to view properties.
I was always a happy kid, but I never imagined being so happy in life as I’ve been since meeting and marrying Alex Mayer. I truly feel we have a perfect marriage, both as relationship partners, as well as sexual partners. And all of that is only possible because we are both into administering a good sexy enema to the other, as well as submitting to the same at the demand of the other. All I can say, is that I feel loved beyond belief. And I love Alex more than I imagined I would ever love another human being. And in a big way, I know that we have an out of vogue medical appliance to thank for bringing us to where we are today.
* The End *