My Little Boy

Chapter 4

Matt wasn’t kidding. His excitement was evident as we got dressed and drove to the medical supply house I had told him about. I shouldn’t have been surprised as he had just told me that he wanted to be the little boy in our relationship, because he plainly went wild and acted like a little boy in a candy store the instant we entered the medical supply house. He literally wanted, and even begged for at least one of every kind of enema vessel, catheter, nozzle, lubricant, and chemical additive that that medical supply house had to offer. In fact, he wanted one of everything that was designed to be anally inserted, from a simple rectal thermometer to a colonoscope. I had to explain to him that it took a special license to buy a colonoscope, so he switched to wanting an IV pole that rolled on casters so we would always have a place to hang our enema bags, cans, or jugs. We really weren’t prepared to make such purchases, because we had driven to the medical supply house in Matt’s little roadster. In fact, we were lucky that the IV pole had come unassembled, or we definitely couldn’t have gotten it in Matt’s little car.

As it turned out, Matt stripped out of his clothes and jumped in bed the instant we got home. He laid on his tummy with his naked butt looking so sexy and ready to have an enema hose thrust up his behind. I remained fully dressed, and approached the bed to sit beside him so I could caress his naked buttocks. Then I bent so I would be close to his ear, as I asked, “What’s the matter Baby? Are you not feeling so good?”

And he said, “No, my tummy hurts and I feel stuffed.” And then he surprised me by actually beginning to cry.

I shifted my hand on his buttocks so that my middle finger was resting in his anal cleft. Then I pressed it between his butt cheeks until it was in contact with his anus where I began to massage the clutched orifice while saying, “Well don’t cry, Baby. You know I can fix that with a nice warm enema. Would you like for me to fix one up for you now?”

And then he surprised me again, by saying, “No, Daddy. They make me feel all funny inside, and they make my pee-pee get all big and hard.”

I truly didn’t expect him to call me “Daddy”, nor his cock his “pee-pee” but I played his game and said, “Well that doesn’t hurt, and you’ll feel much better once we get all of the nasty potties flushed out of your tummy.”

And then he began to cry even more, as he said, “Please hurry, Daddy. I want to feel good again.”

I rubbed my open hand over his warm butt cheeks again while telling him that I was only leaving him long enough to make him a nice warm soapy enema, and that he shouldn’t worry about his “pee-pee” getting all big and hard as I would suck all of the creamy white stuff out of it so it could settle down and get small again. To which he answered in a muffled voice as he had turned his face into his pillow, “Thanks, Daddy, I’d really like that. I get so embarrassed when my pee-pee gets all big like that. And if you don’t suck all of that white stuff out, it stays that way for a long time.”

I then stood and walked to our shopping bag where I extracted a standard red rubber open top enema bag. I then took it to Matt’s master bedroom’s bathroom where I got undressed before making up his enema. I only filled the bag half full before adding a packet of Fleet enema soap and taking it to Matt’s bedside. As we hadn’t had time to assemble our new IV pole, I opened Matt’s top dresser drawer and hung the enema bag from its front panel. Then I sat beside Matt once again, and drug my right middle finger through his butt cleft to once again pull it across his clutched anus. He turned his head and looked at the waiting enema bag, and said, “That doesn’t look very big. Are you sure it’s big enough to get all of my pottys out?”

I smiled, and while stroking my hand over his muscular butt cheeks, I said, “Don’t worry son, Daddy is going to agitate your enema real good, so I’m sure it will do a very good job of cleaning you out.”

Matt asked no further questions, so I applied Vaseline to my index finger and then slowly worked it fully up into his rectum to lubricate and stimulate him until I sensed by his internal muscular contractions, his breathing, and his guttural moaning that he was ready to proceed. Only then did I withdraw and insert the enema’s nozzle. I worked it all around within him as the soapy solution began to fill and expand his rectum and colon. And when the flow slowed, I took ahold of the enema bag and raised it to the maximum of my reach while continuing Matt’s internal massage with the deeply implanted enema nozzle. When the bag ran dry, I closed its pinch valve and laid the enema bag on Matt’s bed while I withdrew the slim plastic nozzle from his anus. And then without explanation, I told him to pull his legs together. That somehow caused his sexy ass cheeks to bunch up and look even sexier as he laid prone while clutching his anus to keep his enema within the confines of his colon. Then I sat straddle on the backs of his thighs as I rolled a condom on my cock, and then lubed it with Vaseline. And then I leaned forward while guiding my cock between his meaty butt cheeks and fully up into his enema filled rectum. I was pretty sure that Matt wasn’t expecting to have my cock up his fully ballooned rectum, but when I began to pump in and out, he began to moan in utter sexual ecstasy. I pumped and pumped and soon began to feel rectal contractions on my cock which immediately caused me begin pumping a full load of boy jiz into my condom his clutching rectum massaged my cock to the most wonderful orgasm of my life.

Matt was breathless, but he managed to turn beneath me until he could take me in his arms and kiss me. And when he pulled from that kiss, he said, “I knew you were perfect for me. I knew it the instant you gave me that first enema when I was in the hospital. And when I didn’t see you again that next day I thought I might never see you again. So when I saw you in “Clancy’s” I knew I couldn’t ever let you get away. And now that I’ve experienced the unadulterated you, you have to move in and marry me. I mean right now, Elgin. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you. I need a loving Daddy, and I need for that Daddy to be you.”

Even though I was quite happy working as a nurse, I immediately gave notice at San Francisco General, and told my parents that I would be moving out. Matt and one of his employees helped me move into Matt’s house that very next day, which was when I came out to my parents. Matt followed my lead and came out to his parents that same night, and so the way was clear for us to marry that following month. Both of our families, as well as four of the RN’s who had worked with me at San Francisco General, plus all six of Matt’s employees, as well as the four members of his band, attended our wedding.

Six years have passed since our wedding day. Matt is still the “big shot” at his I.T. company, which now boasts of fourteen I.T. Engineers and technicians, and an office staff of three. But in the privacy of our home he is my little boy, and I love and appreciate how he loves in the most innocent ways that are his true nature. He loves surrendering to me like an innocent little boy who needs love and comforting through his nightly enemas. A little boy who needs to be sucked to orgasm on a daily basis, and a little boy who sometimes even needs a good bare bottom spanking to go with his enema. What I’ve learned in these past six years, is that Matt truly is a little boy deep down inside. A little boy who desperately needs to be loved and cherished. And a little boy with a big heart who desperately needs to love and please his daddy/husband.

The End