As soon as we got back to my apartment, which we then considered our apartment, we opened our books and began our study sessions. Aaron paid close attention, but fidgeted in his seat. I knew he was anxious to try out one of our new enemas, but I made him wait, and I made sure that he understood everything we had covered in class that day as well as I did. So only after two hours of focused study did I finally look at Aaron and tell him that he seemed fidgety and pensive. He looked to me with a questioning expression on his face as I went on to tell him that I felt a nice relaxing enema might calm him down. He jumped from his chair and kissed me. Then he sat back down and tried to look frightened as he feigned resistance to the idea. I insisted that he go to our bedroom to get undressed, and then to go to the bathroom and wait for me.
I followed him to our bedroom where I unpacked our purchases while Aaron disrobed. I selected the fountain syringe and took it to our bathroom where I began to wash and rinse it out. I was in the midst of filling it when Aaron entered. I was glad to see that he was naked and fully erect. I started to speak to him in an authoritarian voice, much like those I heard during my military X-ray enema as I ordered him down on his hands and knees. Arron started to comply, but I immediately stopped him. I just couldn’t be that way with him. Instead, I took him in my arms, kissed him, and told him how much I loved him. After kissing him two more times, I said, “I can’t play a role with you. I can’t order you around like you’re some kind of stranger. I simply love you so much that I want to make this enema the most wonderful experience of your life. I want you to enjoy it so much that you will want me to do this to you over and over again.”
While standing face to face with only his erect penis between us, he said, “Don’t worry, I’ll enjoy this any way you want to do it. When I was a kid and needed an enema, because my father was the doctor in our house, he was always the one to administer them. And he was always loving and nice no matter how big the enema was that he wanted me to take. That’s probably why I love him so much to this day. He’s really a great guy, so I can’t wait for you to meet him.”
While looking directly into his eyes, I asked, “Then you wouldn’t mind if I loved all over your body while I’m giving you this enema?”
“No, I’d love that.” He said before kissing me again.
I hung our new enema bag from the top of our shower door with a hook that came in its kit. Then I closed the toilet lid so I would have a place to sit. I smiled at Aaron, and said, “I know you aren’t a baby, but I’d really like it if you would lay across my lap for your first enema.” And then I patted my thighs to indicate that I was ready for him to take his position. When he didn’t move, I went on to say, “Come on Baby, I want to help you relax so you can feel all of the love that I want to share with you.”
Aaron positioned himself over my lap as if he had done it a thousand times before. Then he adjusted his erection between my legs so he would be comfortable for the procedure. I told him that I loved his butt, and his cute little asshole that was tucked deep between his humpy butt cheeks. I could feel Aaron’s cock harden and push between my thighs as he said, “This was one of my father’s favorite positions, even when I was older.”
I squeezed some Vaseline onto my left index finger before gently spreading his butt cheeks so I could see his anus as I apply it. And then while telling him how badly I wanted my finger fully up his butt, I slowly eased it through his anus. I only pushed in about an inch at first, and when he didn’t complain, I teased it around in his anal pucker before I withdrew it so I could collect more grease from his anal ring. Then I eased my finger back in and advanced it until its full length was within the clutch of his anus and rectum. His rectum was surprisingly full of feces, something I immediately let him know about. He apologized, but I stopped him, saying, “No, Baby, don’t apologize. It’s all part of you, and it just means that you really need this enema.”
Then to my great surprise, he began to moan, so I stopped my internal finger movements, and asked, “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” he said, “You just remind me so much of my father, and how much I miss the enemas he used to give me.” Then he stopped himself, and in an apologetic tone, he said, “I sorry. It’s just that I always felt so loved when he was filling me with a nice warm enema. I never thought I would ever feel that way again, and then here you are. The problem is, that I’m afraid you might get tired of doing this to me. My dad hasn’t given me an enema in years, and he’s never told me why.”
I withdrew my finger, and while massaging his buttocks with both of my hands, I said, “I can’t imagine myself ever getting tired of doing this to you. I love you far too much, and I really love doing this to your cute little butt so much that I promise you that I’ll always want to give you enemas for the rest of my life.”
And then I pushed two fingers between his legs so I could massage the area between his anus and scrotum while watching the erotic movements of his sexy butt cheeks. I continued that intimate message while going on to say “If you’ll let me, I promise to give you an enema every day for the rest of your life, and I’ll make you hold each and every one of them until you cum. How does that sound?”
Aaron relaxed his buttocks, and said, “I never thought I would ever find someone to love me like this. In fact, I thought it was too crazy to ever even tell anyone about, so I feel like I need to thank you for loving me this way. All I can say, is that I’ll repay you by doing anything you want as long as you let me do the same things to you for the rest of your life.”
Good” I said, as I pried his buttocks open enough to visualize his anus as I slowly inserted the enema nozzle while saying, “Now it’s time for your enema, Baby. Are you ready for some nice warm soapy water?”
Once the enema nozzle was fully inserted, I opened the pinch clip to begin the flow of warm soapy water. I let the enema fill his bowel as I massaged his butt cheeks with one hand, and manipulated the enema hose just outside of his anus with my other hand. Aaron had the most well rounded butt cheeks I had ever seen, so I told him how sexy his ass looked as his colon filled. Although he had some difficulty, he managed to take all of the enema solution I had prepared. And as soon as the bag emptied, I had him stand as I continued to sit on the toilet lid. Instead of getting up to let him relieve himself, I took his erection in my mouth and sucked him to orgasm while holding his flexing butt cheeks in my hands. Only after sucking every last drop of cum he had to offer did I finally allow him to sit and expel.
Aaron didn’t speak as he relieved himself in spurt after spurt of enema and stools. But when he finally felt empty, he looked up at me while wiping his bottom, and said, “My father never did anything like that to me. I know he loves me, and that he used to like giving me enemas, but he never even got close to doing anything like that.” Then he stood and flushed the toilet, and as the contents of his colon swirled down the drain, he said, “I don’t think I have to tell you this, but that was the best enema I’ve ever been given.”
I began to clean and put our new purchase away, but Aaron put his hand out to stop me, saying, “But now it’s my turn to do you.”
I looked at him, kissed him, and then said, “Not tonight, Baby. I promise you can do anything you want to me tomorrow, but right now I just want you to come to bed so I can hold and hug you, and show you how much I love you.”
In a surprised tone, Aaron asked, “But I thought you just did that?” Then he surprised me by jumping back on the toilet to expel a few more jets of enema solution that must have been lurking high in his bowel. After that we left the bathroom with my arm around his torso, holding his naked body close as we made our way to our bed. Aaron slid under the covers, and then watched as I undressed. As soon as I was naked, I climbed in our bed to lay next to him so we could snuggle, hug, kiss, and lick, as we loved all over each other’s bodies. As it turned out that night, Aaron didn’t give me an enema, but his love making didn’t stop as he wiggled his finger deep in my rectum to massage my prostate until I too had an awesome orgasm while he sucked on my cock.
The next day we just happened to have a class on “Air contrast” X-rays. That class turned out to be an adjunct to our barium enema class, and because it involved the filling of a patient’s bowels with air immediately after a barium enema had been expelled, I noted that that class had the same effect on Aaron’s penis as did the barium enema class. As a result, I wasn’t surprised to see how turned on Aaron was when we got back to our apartment that afternoon. Still, I made him wait until we had completed our studies before I told him it was “enema time”. Aaron jumped from his chair, and said, “Don’t forget, it’s my turn to give you an enema. You promised, so get those scrubs off. You’re getting an air contrast enema.”
After getting naked, Aaron instructed me to lay on our bed and wait for him. Soon he entered the room with the same enema bag that I had used for his enema the night before, as well as the adult bulb syringe that he had purchased at the medical supply house. He hung the bag from the top curtain rod of the window next to our headboard, and then positioned me in the standard “Sims” position. Then he said, “Oh God, I love your ass. I could just eat your whole butt.” Then he told me to relax while he lubricated my anus. He took his time, spreading far more grease around and in my anus than necessary, something I enjoyed, and judging from the state of Aaron’s penis, so did he. Then I felt him raising my right butt cheek, and then the enema nozzle sliding through my anus. Arron popped the clip, and my first love enema began. It filled me with warmer water than I expected, but it still occupied my colon with a soothing presence. Even when my colon was stretched full, I loved the fact that I was holding Aaron’s enema.
Once I had taken the entire contents of the enema bag, Aaron withdrew the enema nozzle and replaced it with his finger. And then he began to wiggle his finger within my anus as he began to kiss and suck all over my butt cheeks. Finally he stopped long enough to say, “Thanks for letting me do this. I really love doing this to you, and even though I’ve dreamt of giving some hot guy an enema someday, I never really believed I’d actually get to do it to someone I loved.” Then while rubbing his open hand over my butt cheeks, he said, “You don’t need to hold this, Randall. I want you to go let it out right now, because what I really want to do is fuck your asshole. Hurry, I want to fuck you right now.”
I rose from the bed, causing Aaron’s finger to pull from my anus. Then I turned and kissed him. He kiss me back while massaging my buttocks, and then he all but begged me to go empty my colon so he could fuck me. I told him I would, but that I really liked holding the enema he had just given me because I felt it was an expression of his love. He kissed me and smiled, and then said, “Don’t worry, you will soon be holding even more of my love up your butt once I get my cock in you.”
I all but ran to the bathroom and did my best to completely empty my colon before returning to our bed. What I hadn’t realized, was that Aaron was waiting for me with his adult sized squeeze bulb syringe in hand. He smiled as I entered the room, and said, “Okay, Baby, now it’s time for your ‘air contrast’ enema. And you have to hold all of the air I inject up your ass the whole time I’m fucking you. Can you do that for me?”
Instead of answering, I climbed on the bed, and assumed an ass up, knee chest position. Aaron re-lubed my anus, and then inserted the squeeze bulb’s nozzle. He squeezed the bulb, withdrew it, let it refill with more air, and then reinserted it for another squeeze, filling my rectum and colon to what felt like full expansion. After withdrawing the adult syringe a second time, I felt the head of his penis push up against my anus. I couldn’t relax my anus for fear of allowing some of the injected air to escape. But that didn’t stop Aaron’s penis from entering. And once his penis was fully inserted, he began to plunge it in and out of my asshole faster and faster. Soon the air in my rectum was pushed further up my gut, allowing my rectum to fully grip his plunging member. Aaron climaxed in a fit of jetting sperm, and then fell upon my back while continuing to fuck my asshole until I came.
We both collapsed in a heap of sexual sweat while I gasped for air with Aaron’s penis still fully in my rectal clutch. Once Aaron was able to speak, all he could say was that he loved me. Finally I said that I had to go to the bathroom to let the air in my gut escape. Aaron kissed me one last time, then lifted from my body and moved aside so I could climb from the bed.
I was afraid to release so much as a fart on the way to the bathroom as I feared I might also release more enema solution from the enema that Aaron had given me only minutes before. That turned out to be wise thinking, because once on the toilet I release a whole lot of air, as well as more soapy water than I thought possible. Aaron soon joined me in the bathroom and suggested that we shower together as soon as I was through on the toilet. He then started the shower, and I joined him as soon as I felt empty. We showered for the longest time, all the time loving all over each other’s bodies. Sex still wasn’t over, because after our shower we returned to our bed where we once again sucked each other to yet another mutual climax.
Our love for each other grew at an amazing pace from that day forward, especially our love for each other’s assholes, and our need to give each other enemas of every kind. You may find this hard to believe, but by the time we graduated as Certified X-ray Technicians, I’m sure that we had administered more than a hundred enemas to each other.
I don’t know what Aaron had shared with his parents about our feelings for each other, but they flew in for our graduation ceremony. His parents were much older than I expected, but there love for their only son was exactly what I expected. After the observance his father introduced himself and shook my hand. Aaron’s father was a handsome man with a definite look of distinction. Yet his most distinguishing characteristic was a wonderful smile that rivaled Aaron’s as he told me that he appreciated all I had done for his son, and that he felt that I had helped Aaron grow into a fine man.
I thanked him for the complement, and then for the first time in my life I was totally honest with someone other than Aaron as I told his father that I helped Aaron because I loved him, and that I hoped my feelings for Aaron weren’t upsetting to him. I could tell that Aaron was surprised by my boldness, but after a short hesitation, Aaron chimed in, and said, “That’s right, Mom and Dad, I want you to know that I love Randall and that I want to spend the rest of my life with him.”
Aaron’s mother, also a very distinguished looking woman, smiled graciously but didn’t speak. But his father smiled broadly and took Aaron in a hug. And before I could take another breath, his mother hugged me.
Aaron and I both worked as X-ray technologist for our first twenty years together. But in 1989 Aaron’s mother died, and his father soon after, leaving Aaron with a sizable estate. Aaron then went back to school to train as a counselor for “at risk” gay youths. And just after gaining his state certification, he bought us a mansion of a home that he has turned into a refuge for young gay boys who have been rejected by their families. Aaron not only loves his new career, but I love him even more while he works day and night helping gay youth to find love and respect for themselves, and reason and purpose in their lives. I still love my work in x-ray, but Aaron’s work seems to have filled a gap in our lives that I didn’t know existed before Aaron started our lives down this new path.
Unfortunately gay marriage wasn’t a thing in the early days of our relationship. So with the exception of our parents, and a few gay friends, Aaron and I lived in the “closet” until 1990. We came out when Aaron opened our home to “at risk” gay youth, and we have lived openly ever since. And then in 2010, not long after gay marriage was legalized in our state, we got married with several of our friends in attendance, along with almost two dozed of Aaron’s “adopted” gay sons in attendance, making our wedding one of the most wonderful experiences of our lives.