The Madison Dornan Story
The next morning, Bradly was the first to wake. I don’t know how long he had been awake before he kissed me, but he seemed totally awake and alert when I first opened my eyes. I have to say that I awoke with a smile, and immediately took Bradly in an embrace so I could kiss him back. Then I said, “I’m really glad you decided to sleep with me last night. Waking up with you in my bed is really wonderful.”
I stretch my body out, and then said, “So, we have the whole day to ourselves. What would you like to do?”
Bradly smiled, and said, “What I’d like to do, is what I dreamt about last night.”
“Oh yea, what’s that?”
“Well, I’m kind of afraid to tell you. It’s kind of embarrassing.”
“Why? I feel that after last night we could be pretty open with each other.”
“Yea, I can see how you’d think that, but...”
“But I do think that.” I said, “After last night I think you could trust me with your innermost thoughts and feelings.”
“Yea, well it’s still kind of embarrassing, and you might think I’m dumb. But if you really want to know, even though I’m not a doctor, or nurse, or a mother for that matter, Because I’ve been given so many enemas, I often dream of giving enemas to really cute guys, and last night all I dreamt about was giving one to you, a real sexy one that really turned you on.”
I took him in my arms, and said, “I don’t think you know just how cute you are.”
Bradly smiled, and while ignoring my comment, said, “Well, I was thinking that because I let you give me one last night, it would only be fair if you’d let me give you one today. You can’t be shy about it, because I’ve already seen and fucked your asshole. Besides, you already told me that you had a boner while you were giving me my enema, so I know you think they’re sexy. So what do you say? I really want to do this, Greg. It would mean a lot to me.”
I smiled at him, and said, “God I love you. I never thought I’d ever say this to anyone, but I love you so much that I’d let you do anything you want to me. And you’re right about me getting a boner while I was giving you your enema last night. But the truth is, I seem to get a boner every time I just look at you. So if you want to give me an enema, or do anything else you think would turn us on, all you have to do is ask.” And after a short pause, I added, “Speaking of enemas, how is your tummy feeling since your Pepto-Bismol enema?”
Bradly kissed me, and said, “I’ve felt great ever since that enema. I haven’t had a single symptom, and absolutely no diarrhea.”
“Then you won’t mind if I take another look with my anoscope?”
“No, you could even give me another Pepto enema if you want. That was the first enema I ever enjoyed, and the first enema that felt good once it was in me.”
“Good, another Pepto enema couldn’t hurt, and it could do you some good, so I’d like to take you up on that and give you another one sometime today. I want you to be well and happy, but I really want you to get over your anal/rectal rash so I could fuck you, and the only thing you’d feel would be the same kind of pleasure I felt last night when I had that sexy cock of yours up my butt.”
“God,” Bradly said in a low breathy voice, “Everything about you is so hot. I know you could have anybody you want, so I’m still having a hard time understanding why you would choose me.”
I looked into his eyes and said, “Yea, well I think you are the hot one, but more than anything I love your sweet innocent personality. It’s you, the person that lives in here,” I said as I tapped on Bradly’s forehead with the knuckle of my middle finger, before going on to say, “The real you is who I love.”[/color]
[color=black]After several minutes of cuddling we got up and showered together while loving and caressing all over each other’s bodies. Then while we were dressed only in our underpants, Bradly made pancakes for our breakfast while I made bacon and eggs, and put together small fruit bowls for each of us. Over breakfast I suggested that we hop in my Porsha, and go for a drive. I really wanted to show Bradly my Porsha, but all he wanted to do was stay home and be with me.
Needless to say, Bradly’s suggestion won out. So right after breakfast I had another look at Bradly’s anus and rectum with my anoscope. And even though the rash I had seen earlier was all but totally gone, I administered another Pepto-Bismol enema, and then took Bradly to my bed to distract him from its presence in his bowel by kissing and hugging him while he held it. He had such a boner that I couldn’t resist sucking on it until he orgasmed. And only after he had settled down from that, did I let him get up to expel.
The instant Bradly finished on the toilet he stood and said, “Now it’s my turn. Please let me give you an enema, Greg.”
After having to take so many enemas because of his IBS, I understood where Bradley was coming from, and so set about to teach him the important elements of making a proper enema. He watched with great interest, and because he was nude, it was easy to see that his erection not only persisted throughout his lesson, but all the while it took him to administer that enema to me. And I was happy to see that his boner even persisted all the while he helped me hold the soapy solution within my colon by keeping his busy finger fully implanted in my rectum while he sucked my penis to another orgasm.
While taking our second shower of the day, Bradly told me that he had never felt so good in all of his life. So that was when I told him that such a quick recovery most likely meant that I had been right about his I.B.S. being caused by psychological pressures he had been putting on himself in effort to hide his homosexual feelings from his parents and friends. And then I clarified that statement by stating, that by saying that maybe all he needed to do to stay well, was to allow himself to freely express his sexuality without guilt or shame from now on.
That was when he looked at me though the shower spray, and said, “That’s why you have to let me stay with you. You are the only person I can be honest with. Otherwise I know I’ll get all wound up in guilt again, and could possibly die.”
I laughed until I realized Bradly was serious, and so I hugged his wet body to mine and told him that I would never let him die.
As it turned out, all of that weekend revolved sex. Bradly seldom wore any clothes, and when he did, he only wore a pair of short shorts that he had bought with him. Bradly’s colon continued to be symptom free. And more important, Bradly himself was relishing in the guilt free choice of being his true self while in my presence. All of that showed outwardly in his face, his actions, and in his bowel function.
When Monday came around, Bradly was in no way ready to return to his demanding mother. In fact, I had a hard time even getting him to agree to call her to let her know that he was okay, and that he wanted to stay with me longer than originally planned. I even told him he could tell his parents that I had a few choirs around my property that needed attention, and that I was willing to pay him for his work. Even though that did little to ease Bradly’s tensions, he finally promised to call his parents before I left for my office.
That Monday, as Mondays often are at doctor’s offices that have been closed for a three day weekend, was very busy. But I worked hard, and even skipped lunch in order to get away on time. But before I left my office I checked on my desk’s computer to see if Bradly’s anal/rectal culture results had been posted. I was not only happy to find the report, but delighted to read that no abnormal pathologies were found.
On my way home, I stopped and picked up a bucket of KFC as I didn’t want to spend a lot of time in the kitchen. But upon my arrival I found Bradly at the kitchen table with his head laying on his folded arms. He looked up upon my entry allowing me to see that his eyes were red. Seeing that he was obviously troubled, I asked him what was upsetting him, and he didn’t hesitate to tell me that his parents wanted him home, and that they weren’t taking no for an answer. Then he said that he could already feel his guts tying themselves in knots while he just thought about returning to his parent’s home. I put the chicken down as I sat next to him, and said, “Remember, you’re an adult now, and so you have the right to control your own life.”
“Yea, well I’m afraid my dad will find out where you live, and try to come get me. That’s just the way he is.”
I reached over, took Bradly in my arms, and pulled his face to mine, as I said, “I don’t want you to worry and get your bowel all upset again. By the way, I got the lab results back from that rectal swab I took last Thursday, and I’m more convinced than ever that your digestive problems are a result of the emotional pressures you and your parents were putting on you, because no other pathology was found. I want you to love your parents. In fact, I hope you can always love them. But you must demand that they love you back, the real you, the beautiful gay boy that you are. Anything less could be detrimental to your health. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, but you don’t know them. They already have your phone number from their caller-ID, and they wanted me home hours ago.”
While still holding him close, I said, “I know it’s going to be tough, but I want you to stop worrying about this, mainly because I’m sure your bowel will become inflamed again if you allow your parents to keep putting such pressures on you. You need to stop trying to be someone you’re not, and your parents need to stop demanding that you be who they want you to be. I mean it Brad, you really need to move beyond all of this bullshit. It’s what’s causing your gut problems, and it needs to stop.”
Bradly hugged me tight, and said, “I can’t fight them by myself. I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of baby, but I need your help.”
“Then you’ve got it.” I said, “It’s that simple. And I think the sooner we face them, the sooner you’ll be able to relax and let you bowels calm down.”
“But how?” Bradly asked.
I put the chicken in the refrigerator, and after discussing it with Bradly, I called our city’s police department to explain Bradly’s problem, and arranged to have an officer meet us at Bradly’s parent’s home. Fortunately, and probably only because our town is so small, I was able to make that appointment in one hour’s time so we could have an officer present while Bradly returned home to retrieve some of his belongings. I chose my SUV to make that trip as I had no idea as to how much stuff Bradly needed to retrieve. Bradly was so apprehensive over the upcoming encounter that he fidgeted the whole way to his parent’s house. But he did understand that having the police accompany him into his parent’s home was the best way to show them that he had actual legal rights.
As it turned out, not one, but two police officers arrived on time. They listened to Bradly’s story and checked his driver’s license to confirm his age. Then Bradly entered his parent’s home with one of the two responding officers to pick up his belongings. As it turned out, his parents were most cooperative in the presence of law enforcement. His father even stopped Bradly to remind him that he had forgotten his video games. That seemed like a nice gesture to me, but I was even more impressing when Bradly responded by saying. “No, that’s okay Dad. I don’t need them anymore, I have a real life now.” And just before we pulled away from the curb, Bradley’s mother also made a positive gesture by coming to the passenger side window to tell Bradley to please call them once in a while, because they really loved him.
Bradly was all over me all the way home. He was so relieved and happy that he simply couldn’t keep his hands off of me, or out of my pants. When I told him he couldn’t suck my cock while I was driving, he finally relented and said, “Then I’m going to fuck you as soon as we get home.”
I told him “no”, that now that his lab report showed him to be free of disease, that it was my turn to fuck him.
“Oh God,” he said, “I’ve been dreaming of that too. I’ve been dreaming of how your cock would feel up my ass. I enjoyed fucking you so much last night that I know you’re going to love it. I’ll be the best fuck I can possibly be, so maybe you’ll love me enough to want to fuck me every day.” He paused, and then added, “Thanks for being gay, Greg. I can’t tell you how much you mean to me, and that’s only true because you’re gay, and because you accept me the way I am. So thanks.” And then he sat back in his seat, and began to cry.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“Nothing, I’m just afraid that for some reason this could all come tumbling down. For the first time in my life I know that I’m not just gay, but that I need you and only you. I didn’t even know what love meant until I met you. And now that I know, I can’t imagine being without it, or being without you.”
Just as I turned onto my private driveway, I said, “In case you don’t know it, I feel the same way about you. I both love and need you as much as you love and need me, so you need to stop worrying about our relationship coming to an end. From now on, all you need to think about is enjoying the love we feel for each other. And all you need to do, is be the real you and everything else will work itself out. From now on I want you to know that you are my life. And even though we’ve only known each other a few days, I know that I love you, and that I’ll never stop loving you.”
Bradly had calmed down a great deal by the time we got out of my SUV. We walked with our arms around each other’s waists into the house. I went straight to the refrigerator to get the chicken out, and selected two pieces for each of us. As I was putting them in the microwave, Bradly returned to the SUV to begin bringing his belongings into what I then considered, our house. Facing his parents, even if it was with the aid of two police officers had a very positive effect on Bradly. There was a new confidence about him. He even felt he could face his parents alone if he needed to, and the relief that brought him seemed to have a remarkable effect on his entire personality.
After our chicken and cold slaw, we went up to my room where I finally got undressed and got into bed with Bradly at my side. We embraced, kissed, and even sucked each other’s cocks before I had him turn over to give me access to his succulently cute boy hole. I massaged his butt cheeks and anus while telling him how beautiful he was. Then I began to lick and softly bite the globes of his butt cheeks. And for the first time for me to even consider such a thing, I licked and kissed Bradly’s anus, and was surprised at what a delightful experience that was. It wasn’t long before I centered my tongue and began pushing and probing for entrance into Bradly’s most sexually sensitive orifice. Bradly cooperated by relaxing his sphincter, allowing my tongue the deepest possible entry. Bradly’s body seemed to relish that penetration, so I opened my mouth wide enough to encompass his anus, a maneuver that allowed me to suck his entire sphincter into my mouth while still pushing my tongue through its puckered closure. Everything about Bradly tasted and felt wonderful, probably because I felt that my every touch to his body turned him on beyond both of our wildest dreams. And when I felt that his anus was turned on to the point that I could feel it pulsing in my mouth, I withdrew and inserted a lubricated finger fully up into his rectal canal until my fist was buried in his anal cleft.
I maneuvered my finger into the depth of his rectum, causing me to become highly aware of just how turned on his deepest insides were, and how ready they were for my penis. Bradly seemed wild with sexual desires as I spread KY over my erection before poising it at his anal entrance. He recognized its touch and was able to allow his sphincter to relax to the point that it seemed to swallow my cock up with great ease. I pushed in until my pubis was tightly seated against his buttocks, and then in a whispered voice, I said, “My penis feels no rash, even deep inside, but let me know if I hurt you in any way, and I’ll stop.”
Bradly quickly answered, “Oh God, no. Please don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop. I love having your cock up my butt. My asshole loves it more than anything I’ve ever had in it, and I have to tell you that over the years I’ve stuck a lot of thing up my butt.”
I smiled at his honesty and began to slowly pump in and out of his gripping rectum. Soon he was working in an oppositional rhythm, and our combined motion caused me to uncontrollably climax in the depth of his rectum. Bradly was highly aware of when that happened, and said, “Oh God. You just gave me the best enema of my life. I love it Greg. I really love it, and I love you.” And then I felt spasmodic anal/rectal contractions, and knew he was in rectal orgasm.
That was the only sex we had that night, but it was surly enough. The next morning Bradly had made a list of chores he wanted to accomplish while I was at my office. I asked him to call his parents sometime that day, just to tell them that he loved them. I explained that they might have their problems, but I was sure that they loved him.
Over the next three months Bradly and I built a utility barn on the other side of the driveway from our home. It was forty feet by forty feet, big enough for my tractor, a snow plow, a snow blower, my general tools, a wide open work space, and Bradly’s car. I enjoyed that project, but it was really important to Bradly as it provided him with a great sense of accomplishment. He was beginning to feel like my home was his home, and that we both knew that we belonged to each other. His bowel symptoms completely disappeared, to the point that he never had another I.B.S. attack of any kind. Part of Bradley’s recovery may have been the result of the many enemas I continued to give him. Of course he also gave me a few along the way, but mostly I administered to him, and he loved every enema I gave him.
So in the middle of that following winter, Bradly asked if I would marry him. He didn’t want to invite any of his friends, but he did want to invite his parents. That was when I came out to my parents, and invited them and my sister and brother to also attend. I considered, and prepared for any number of disastrous reactions that could have happened. But as it turned out, all was good, and our wedding day turned out to be one of the happiest days of our lives.