My Little Boy

Chapter 3

Matt and I dated for about three months, seeing each other almost every day. And during that time I had been able to transition from being a student to landing a job as an RN at San Francisco General, and so had a ridged schedule. Fortunately, because Matt owned his I.T. company, he was always able to work around my schedule. His company really wasn’t all that big, but it was successful enough to support him in a nice Marina District home with a full time housekeeper and a fancy sports car, as well as 6 highly paid full time employees. He had several contracts at the time, two of the biggest being all branches of Bank Of America on the San Francisco side of the bay, and The Port of Oakland on the Eastern side of the bay, as well as Maersk Shipping Lines.

Our relationship had become quite predictable over those 3 months. That is until one night while we were just kind of kicking back at Matt’s house, when all of a sudden he got all serious and told me that he loved me. He made that statement, not as he usually spoke those words when we were sexually involved, but while we were watching television. He then paused the TV and clarified his declaration by stating that he really loved me, and that he had loved me for a much longer than I might guess. I asked what he meant by that, and then for the first time in our relationship he alluded to our earlier experience at San Francisco General, by telling me that he met long before we met at the bar where he sang. But instead of going into how that could be, he said that he wanted us to become exclusive.

I told him that I thought we were exclusive, to which he agreed. But then he said that he wanted to make it official. As I didn’t know how he was defining ‘official’, I asked him what he meant, and it was then that he told me that he had secrets that he could only share with an exclusively committed lover that he could trust with his life.

I was intrigued, and so asked for details. And for the first time in our relationship, he became shy and evasive. Finally he asked me while casting his eyes to the floor, if I would still love him if he wasn’t the big shot that he purported to be.

I didn’t know where he was going with that statement as I knew he truly was a “big shot”, at least in his little I.T. company, as well as in his band. So once again I asked for clarification. And once again he hesitated while looking to the floor as he said, “Well this is kind of hard to explain, but even though I own my company, when I’m with you I want to be a little boy. When I’m with you I need to be treated like a five year old, not in a role playing way, but in the reality of our relationship.”

I looked to his profile as he continued to look to the floor, all the time wanting to all but eat him up. And then I took him in my arms and kissed him. As I had treated him like a little boy when he was a patient at San Francisco General, I had a pretty good idea as to what he was getting at. Yet once again I asked him to clarify. So while still acting extremely shy, he manage to tell me that he both wanted and needed for me to be the adult in our relationship, that in the privacy of our home, and especially in our bedroom, he needed to be treated like a little boy who needed love, care, and even discipline.

I leaned over and kissed him, and then told him that that was okay with me, and that I didn’t see that as something he should be ashamed of. That in fact I found the idea to be such a turn-on that I would love being the adult counterpart that he was telling me he needed. He seemed relieved, and then he thanked me for understanding his needs, and then he stated that he had known for a long time that I was the perfect mate for him, and that he knew that because we had met before when he had been a patient at San Francisco General while suffering from a bad case of influenza, and that I had given him an enema, a kind loving enema that turned out to be the most erotic experience of his life, an experience that he regularly dreamt about almost every night since.

I smiled, and for the first time was honest enough to tell him that I already knew that, but that I never mentioned that encounter to him as I was afraid that he might not want to be reminded of such an intimate and vulnerable time. At first he just looked at me, and then he grabbed and kissed me while rubbing his body against mine until we were both obviously erect. And when we broke from that kiss, he told me that he remembered that encounter as if it had just happened, and that he got a hard-on every time he thought about it. He told me that he remembered how loving I was as I administered his enemas, and how sensitive and sexual I was while he was too sick to show me how much he appreciated my attentions.

I kiss him again, and told him I was glad he felt that way as I really loved treating him the way I did that night, and that I too often dreamt of that night. Then after kissing me again, he said that he really loved everything about that night, especially all of the enemas I gave him, and how I loved and encouraged him as he took them. Then after a short pause, he told me that I would never know how relieved and fortunate he felt when he saw me in Clancy’s (The Bar where I saw him on my 21st birthday). I wanted to tell him that I felt the same way, but before I could speak, he kissed and hugged me again, and then while looking back to the floor, he asked if I might ever consider giving him another enema.

My erect penis was throbbing in my shorts when I told him that I would not only consider it, but that I would love to give him an enema any time he wanted one. In fact, because of the encounter we had at San Francisco General, I had dreamt of doing that very thing to him almost every night since. He turned and smiled at me, and then he kissed me again before asking if I would love him while I was doing it. I put my hand to his crotch and felt his erect cock through his shorts while telling him that was the only way I could do it. Then he pushed both of his hands down the back of my shorts, and asked if I might like to do that to him, not when he wanted it, but when I was in control of him when he was in his 5 year old state of mind. And when I told him that I would love to do that to him every day for the rest of his life, he smiled, and asked, “Will you marry me?”

I took him in a hug, and after biting and sucking on his right nipple, I told him that I’d love to marry him.

Matt asked me to move into his house that very day. And when I agreed, he then asked if I would quit my nursing job. I had worked hard to earn my RN certification, and so I asked him why. And when he explained that he wanted me to quit because he didn’t want me giving enemas to anyone but him ever again because he was afraid that some handsome patient might try to steel me away from him, and that he just couldn’t take that chance. And then he told me that his I.T. business had become so successful, that if I married him there would be no need for me to ever work again.

Even though I really enjoyed being a nurse, I told him that I would quit if he would also quit his band, because I didn’t want the whole world seeing how cute and sexy he was when he was performing. Matt didn’t hesitate to give into my demand, but he stipulated that he would only quit singing if he could also give me an occasional enema. The instant I said yes to that, we began to kiss and make out again like love struck teenagers. I thought we were going to have a full blown sexual encounter, but then Matt got up and pulled on a pair of slacks. I asked him where he was going, and he said, “To a drug store. I want to buy an enema bag.”

I jumped up and told him that I wanted to go with him, and that he should take me because I knew of a medical supply house where we could buy more enema equipment than he knew existed.