The Retreat Chapter 4
Upon awakening that next day I went to the kitchen phone so I could call an employment agency. I explained that I was looking to hire a live-in utility person to perform houseboy, maid, cook, and shopper kinds of duties. I told the agent that I wanted someone over the age of 21, male, experienced, bondable, and if at all possible, gay. I could tell that my last prerequisite came as a surprise to the person on the other end of the line, but he took my request with a serious dignity. A week earlier I wouldn’t have had the courage to make such a request, but after Phillip I was actually comfortable being honest with strangers, especially stranger who were serving me. As I was making my needs known to the employment agent, I wondered to myself why I kept leaving Phillip alone to make such calls. After all, because of his deafness I wouldn’t have disturbed his sleep had I stayed in our bedroom.
A half hour later the agency called back, stating that they would like to set up four, thirty minute appointments at one hour intervals for me to interview potential candidates. The exact time frame was settled on and the call concluded. I went back to the bedroom so I could tell Phillip, and found him sitting at my desktop searching the web. I stepped behind him to see what interested him, and saw that he was on a website dedicated to the deaf. I tapped his shoulder to let him know of my presence. He turned and smiled, and then picked up his tablet, and wrote, “I need deaf service - I pay for it myself”.
I wrote, “No you won’t. I’ll take care of everything.” Then I Googled the telephone number for Santa Clara County Offices. I called the Social Service Office and explained my situation and Phillip’s disability. They were very helpful, and immediately set up an appointment for a county social worker to come to our apartment to interview and assess Phillip’s needs that following week. I wrote on Phillip’s tablet, “All taken care of. Lets go back to bed. I need to love you. Then we’ll go shopping for some new clothes for you”
We had great sex, but by then all sex with Phillip was great. After we brought each other to a resounding climax, we got up, showered, and then left my apartment to walk to my Lexus. The Lexus was my utility car, while my collector cars were only for special occasions. I had told Phillip of my other cars, but quickly realized that cars were of little interest to him. He simply saw them as a means of transportation, an appliance to help us carry out our day to day needs.
First we drove to my favorite breakfast restaurant, and after bacon, eggs, and hash browns, we drove to The Prune Yard shopping mall where we purchased boxer shorts, Docker slacks, Levis, dress and logo “T” shirts, and finally a leather jacket for Phillip. Then while we were leaving the mall, a pet store caught Phillip’s eye. Without giving the slightest signal, he turned away from me and entered the store. I followed as he walked straight to their puppy section. He knelt to pet several rambunctious puppies that were all vying for his attention. Then he stood and acted as if he were writing on his hand with his index finger. I got a tablet out of my vest pocket and handed it to him. He wrote, “Please - I really want dog”
My apartment didn’t allow pets but because we were about to move, I took the tablet back and wrote, “OK”.
I started to seek a sales person, but Phillip stopped me and wrote “No - Pound dog”.
I wrote, “Why?”
He wrote, “You rescued me – I want to rescue dog”
I took him in my arms and publicly kissed him right there in the middle of yelping puppies. That was something I would not have done just days before, but it felt was so right, and so for the first time in my life I felt it was okay to be gay in public. We then left the pet store and walked to the Lexus. There I search on the GPS for the county’s animal shelter, and then programed it to guide us there. We drove from the Prune Yard Mall straight to the animal shelter. Phillip took his time, but eventually picked out a small white curly haired mix breed dog. He signaled for the tablet, and wrote, “Can I have this one”
I nodded, “yes”, and then told the attendant that we had found a dog. The dog was approximately 2 years old, male, and incredibly friendly and loving, just like Phillip. Besides the dog, we purchased a collar, leash, dog food, two dog toys, and suitably sized food and water bowels. Phillip named the dog Rex, and he rode in Phillip’s lap all the way to a drug store near my apartment. I wrote on Phillip’s tablet that he should wait in the car with the dog while I went in to do a little shopping.
Now I have to tell you that I was once again fully nervous. I had never shared my sexual interests in enemas with anyone, and yet Phillip’s sexy butt was so inviting that I could no longer resist. So I purchased an old fashioned home styled enema kit, complete with a set of three nozzles and a plastic hook for hanging its red rubber bag. I also purchased a large jar of Vaseline, some liquid soap, and two large candy bars. I tossed the paper bag containing the enema in the back seat when I returned to the car. Phillip was happily playing with Rex, but mostly just loving him. I had only good feelings while taking in the spectacle of Phillip loving and playing with his dog. I took one of the candy bars, and handed the other to Phillip. Then we were off to Papa Murphy’s ‘you bake’ pizza restaurant for our lunch and dinner, and from there back to my apartment.
As soon as we arrived, Phillip put the dog on its leash and walked it to a tree. The dog raised its leg on cue and relieved itself. Then Phillip carried it up to my apartment while I gathered up our clothing purchases, the dog accessories, and the enema kit. As my hands were full I handed Phillip the keys. He unlocked the apartment door and took the dog back to our bedroom where he continued to play and love on it. I soon heard guttural moaning sounds that I was sure was Phillip showing the joy and love he felt for his dog. So I wasn’t surprised when I entered the bedroom to find him and Rex playing on our bed. I instantly understood that our new dog was definitely going to be a “bed dog”. That was okay with me as I had slept with a dog in my bed through most of my boyhood. I put the shopping bags on my desk, and then turned to Phillip. All of his attentions were on Rex, so I tapped his should to let him know I was there. He turned to me with a most beautiful smile. I bent to kiss him while wanting to cuddle him as if he were a baby, but instead I wrote on his tablet that I was going back down to the Lexus get our pizza.
After putting the pizza in the refrigerator, I returned to our bedroom to find Phillip still playing with Rex. Seeing only love in his heart boosted my confidence, so I decided that was my chance to tell Phillip of my desire to give him an enema. I picked up my tablet, and wrote, “Can I give you an enema?”, and then I held the tablet in front of him. He read the note while tickling the dog’s tummy, and I was saddened to see his smile fade and turn to a look of puzzlement. He left Rex on his back with all four of his paws in the air, and took the pad from me so he could write, “What is enema”
While being so nervous that I could hardly write, I wrote, “A medical device that squirts warm water up your butt.”
He wrote, “Oh - My mom did that to me a long time ago when I was sick”
I wrote, “Did you feel loved?”
Phillip wrote, “I felt scared - embarrassed”
I wrote, “Why embarrassed?
Phillip wrote, “It felt strange - I got boner”. He started to hand me the tablet, but then took it back and wrote, “I did feel loved – My mom was always nice”
Then I wrote, “Then can I give you one to night?”
His look of puzzlement suddenly turned to a look of sadness as he wrote, “Is my hole dirty?”
I took the pad and wrote, “No – It’s just a new and different way for me to show you how much I love you.”
He took the tablet, read my note, I’m sure more than once before he wrote, “Yes – If it makes you happy - I think I like it”.
I wrote, “Good, because you have such a sexy butt that I really want to love you in this special way.”
He read my note, smiled, and then wrote, “Thanks for dog – I love him”
I wrote “Good, because I love you.”
He read my last note while I held the pad in front of him while he continued to play with Rex. I watched them play for a minute or two, and then wrote, “Rex can sleep with us, but not while we’re having sex.” I held the tablet so Phillip could read it. He looked at it, nodded in agreement, and then continued to play with Rex.
I left Phillip and Rex to return to the kitchen where I put out dog food and water in the dog’s new bowls. Then I put our pizza in the oven to bake for 15 minutes at the store’s recommended 425 degrees. While setting our table I continued to hear the odd moaning sounds coming from Phillip. It was the sound of a child, but it was Phillip’s sound. So I realized right then and there that I was totally in love with every sound Phillip made. His sounds didn’t need to be words for me to love them, as there seemed to be nothing Phillip could do that I wouldn’t love.
When the timer went off for the pizza, instead of putting it on the table, I put two pieces on two plates and took them to our bedroom. Phillip was lying beside the dog with the dog’s tail being the only thing moving. I returned to the kitchen to get two glasses of milk and then returned to the bedroom. Phillip got up and hugged me. He didn’t want to write anything. The hug was his only message. We ate our pizza with Phillip occasionally sharing tidbits with Rex. And that brought me to realize that for the first time since moving out of my parent’s home, I felt like I had a family.
When I finished my pizza I went to the desk, picked up the tablet, and wrote, “Will you marry me?”
Phillip looked at me, took the ballpoint pen, and wrote, “Yes”, and then hugged and kissed me while making more of his guttural sounds. When we parted from that kiss I saw tears coming from his eyes, but then he quickly took me in another hug for more kisses.
After lunch Phillip hooked the dog’s leash to its collar and took it out to the front of the apartment building so it could do its business. I gave Phillip a plastic baggie and showed him how to use it to pick up dog droppings should that occur. But still the property manager spotted Phillip and Rex, and followed them back to my apartment. He was irate at first, but I explained that if he felt Phillip had ignored him, it was only because Phillip was deaf, and so didn’t hear him. I further explained that Phillip was my guest, and that he would be living with me until I moved out of my apartment, which I figured would be in 30 to 60 days. That came as a surprise to the manager, and before he could respond I went on to explain that I would be happy to cover any additional charges brought on by Phillip or the dog. Surprisingly, that seemed to satisfy him enough that he switched to a far more friendly mood before he left.
Rex occupied almost all of Phillip’s time for the rest of that day. I didn’t mind in the slightest as it showed what a loving person Phillip was. But that night I wrote a note on my tablet and handed it to Phillip. It read. “I think you need a nice warm soapy enema to help you calm down, so get undressed and I’ll be in with it in a few minutes.”
Phillip read my words, petted Rex, and then let Rex lick his face as he wrote, “I love and trust that you know what’s best for me”.
I went to the bathroom and made up an enema for Phillip. I only made it half full as I wanted it to be a totally enjoyable experience for him. When I got back to our bedroom, Phillip was naked except for a pair of Bat Man boxers. He was on the floor with Rex, and was pointing to the bed and shaking his head to signal “no”. Using the hook that came in enema’s kit, I hung the enema bag from the curtain rod of the closer of two windows that bordered the headboard of my bed. I got the Vaseline out and placed it on top of the bedside stand that was under the enema bag, and then I got undressed. Once nude, I helped Phillip to his feet, and then knelt to lower his boxers. As soon as his penis came into view, without using my hands, I took it in my mouth. It was only semi erect, but having it in my mouth was a total turn-on. I massaged the smooth rounds of his buttocks with both of my hands as I massaged his cock with my tongue until it was fully erect. Then I let it fall from my mouth as I didn’t want him to cum until I had him full of soapy water.
Phillip climbed on the bed as I stood, and laid on his back. But he quickly turned onto his tummy when I urged him with my hands. As soon as he presented his meaty buttocks to me, I reached over and picked up the enema nozzle and Vaseline before climbing on the bed to settle between his legs. I greased my right index finger, opened his butt cheeks with the thumb and forefinger of my left hand, and then massaged his anus with my greased index finger until Phillip began to moan. It was a heavenly experience that only got more erotic as I slowly eased my finger all the way up into his rectum. He moaned audibly as I worked my finger deep in the grip of his rectal passage where I was totally taken by the erotic contractions caused by my internal massage. It was easy to see that my actions were turning Phillip on, so I continued to stimulate his inner being until he was in an obvious profound state of arousal.
Only after several minutes of erotic stimulation did I withdraw so I could insert the enema nozzle. I turned on its flow, and then raised Phillip’s hips until he was kneeling on all fours. Then I turned to lay on my back so I could slip between his knees where I once again took his erection in my mouth as I worked the flowing enema nozzle within the hold of his anus. Again I heard him moan, something he continued until he came. And when he came, he turned, repositioned himself so that we were in a 69 position, and then he took my cock in his mouth. Then it was my turn to moan as he sucked me to orgasm while he struggled to contain his enema. I continued to hold and caress him, but still he broke away so he could turn and kiss me, allowing us both to share our cum with each other.
All of that only lasted a short time before Phillip got up and ran for the bathroom. I went in to be with him while he expelled, and Rex followed. Phillip mumbled something, but I just hugged him to me while he sat on the toilet. Rex on the other hand sniffed around the floor until Phillip finished expelling. When we returned to the bedroom Phillip picked up the tablet from the desk, flipped to a new page, and wrote, “Thanks - I loved it – Next time I give you enema”.
I kissed him and we climbed back into our bed. Rex yelped from the floor, so Phillip got back up, picked him up, and placed him on our bed. I wanted to hug and cuddle Phillip to my body, but Rex immediately squirmed his way under the covers between us and settled in for the night.