The Hydro Therapist
Even though it was almost eight pm when we finished my second lesson, Dr. Reynolds invited me to have dinner with him and his husband at their home. Even though I was a little uncomfortable with that invitation, I was also curious and anxious to meet the guy who had an anus like mine. So I accepted Dr. Reynold’s invitation and followed him in my mom’s SUV to his home. His house look huge. But on second glance I saw that it was actually a duplex, meaning that the building actually housed two homes. Still it had a very expensive look and was nicely landscaped.
Once I entered their home both doctors dispensed with all of the formal doctor stuff by having me address them by their given names. Dr. Reynold’s first name was Kurt, while Dr. Parker’s first name was James. All I can say, is that it was an amazing evening. It started out with them treating me as an equal. Or when I really think about it, maybe they treated me more like their little brother. Either way, I felt very welcomed and comfortable, and so we all enjoyed a wonderful dinner that in my mind ended all too soon.
I hadn’t realized I was so out of touch with my true feelings about myself until that evening. Because, after seeing James and Kurt being so happy together, I realized that I had been suspecting that I was gay for a long time. But because I didn’t want to be gay, I had always been able to put those thought out of my head before I came to any uncomfortable conclusions, at least until that night. Because the truth was, I truly wished James and Kurt would have invited me to their bed that night so they could both fuck my freshly cleansed asshole. And I had those thoughts, because for the first time in my life I not only wanted to be fucked, but my asshole wanted to be fucked by both of those beautiful men.
But alas, none of that happened. Instead, I returned home that night and followed Dr. Reynolds orders to give myself another enema while I conjured fantasies of that enema actually being given to me by James and Kurt while I jacked off to yet another powerful orgasm.
The next evening Kurt gave me a state licensing manual to study. He told me to take it home and read the first two chapters, and then to come to the office that next day at 3😜M so he could clarify anything I didn’t fully understand. That became our regular program for the next two weeks. And when I finished that book, Dr. Reynolds had me come to the office and take an on-line exam for my state certification on one of the office’s computers. Even though I was nervous, I passed that test with flying colors, and so James and Kurt took me out to dinner as a reward. But instead of being done with my training, Kurt informed me that my next training session would once again be at 6😜M that following evening. He said it was to go over some of their specific office protocols, and that I was to wear a pair of my blue scrubs for that lesson.
When I arrived at the office Dr. Reynolds invited me into his office and told me to relax, that I was almost finish with my training. Then he handed me a white coat that was identical to his, only it had my name monogramed over my left breast with the letters C H T after it. I asked him what they stood for, and he said, “Certified Hydro Therapist.” And then he told me that my first patient was waiting for me in the Hydrotherapy room.
I was excited and scared all at the same time, but Kurt put me at ease by telling me that he would be with me if I needed any help, otherwise he would remain absolutely silent and out of the way. Still, my anxieties continued until I open the Hydrotherapy room’s door and saw Dr. Parker sitting on the enema table in his street clothes. He smiled, and I suddenly knew everything was going to be okay.
Dr. Reynolds told me to act as if Dr. Parker was a stranger, and knew nothing about enemas or colonics, or what would be expected of him during his therapy. I immediately understood and introduced myself to Dr. Parker, and then told him to go into the patient changing room and get totally undressed, and then for him to put on the gown that I handed to him with its ties in the back. Then, while Dr. Parker smiled and followed my directions, Dr. Reynolds sat in a chair in the corner of the room. The only advice he gave me, was to take off my white coat and perform my task while wearing only my scrubs. Otherwise, he remained totally silent for the rest of that lesson.
Soon Dr. Parker re-entered the hydrotherapy room and just stood before me until I told him to lay face down on the enema table. And then I explained to Dr. Parker that I was first going to take his temperature. He smiled and asked, “Are you going to take it up my butt? I’m not a baby, you know.”
“I know,” I said, “But it’s the way we do it here because it’s the most accurate.”
He asked no further questions as he turned to lay prone with his legs slightly spread without my asking. I pulled on a pair of latex gloves, got a rectal thermometer from the alcohol canister, and a tube of Vaseline before I stepped back to the enema table to part Dr. Parker’s gown. And there before me were two of the most perfectly rounded, lightly haired butt globes I had ever seen. After shaking the thermometer down I separated Dr. Parker’s butt globes and applied some Vaseline to his anus. I massaged around his anal ring for a few seconds before I inserted my entire gloved finger. It seemed as if Dr. Parker tightened his anus and rectum up in rolling waves as I worked to spread the Vaseline deep inside him.
Of course I didn’t mention this to either of the doctors, but having my finger up Dr. Parker’s ass turned out to cause some of the most delicious feelings I had ever felt to take over my body. I continued to move my finger around in Dr. Parker’s rectum, slowly and sensuously while soaking in his erotic rectal contractions. I asked if I was hurting him when he moaned. And when he said, “No,” I asked if he was warm enough, or if he might be more comfortable with a blanket, an offer he declined.
I withdrew my finger and slowly twisted the thermometer as it slid through his lubricated anus. Now I know I was supposed to act professional, but I could feel my penis erecting as I watched the thermometer move of its own accord once it was inserted. I tried to leave the thermometer alone, but it was so incising that I couldn’t help twisting and repositioning it a couple of times as I waited for it to register. And when it was time to withdraw and read the instrument, I reported to Dr. Parker that his temperature was perfect as I turned away from the enema table so I could go to the sink to make up his prep enema. And while I was at the sink, I told Dr. Parker to just relax as this first enema was only to clean him out so his colonic could proceed without interruption. Then I told him that his prep enema wasn’t going to be too big, so I was sure he wouldn’t have any trouble taking and holding it in for our required five minutes.
I filled his enema bag about three quarters full with warm, almost hot water, and then I added 10ccs of Castile Enema Soap before hanging the bag from the enema hook that was above the enema table. Then I put my hand to Dr. Parker’s butt crack and parted his sexy buns even further then I did the first time, and so for the first time I had a clear view of his puckered anus. All I can say, is that it was as beautiful as Dr. Reynolds had described it. I’m embarrassed to admit this, but I wanted to lick and kiss it, but instead I told Dr. Parker that I was going to apply a little more Vaseline to insure that the insertion of the enema hose would be comfortable for him.
He thanked me as I coated my right index finger with more Vaseline, and then reinserted it for a good feel-around in Dr. Parker’s rectum. Only that time, instead of telling him to relax, I told him that he was holding a lot of tension in his anus and rectum, but that he shouldn’t worry about that because the enema I was about to administer would help him relax in all of the right places.
Once again I couldn’t help myself. I know I worked his rectum over longer than I should have, but doing so was such a turn-on that I couldn’t stop. His rectum was empty, warm, and seemed so alive, so sexually active, so utterly irresistible that I couldn’t help playing my finger over his prostate. And for the first time I felt a man’s prostate come alive in ways I can’t put into words.
Finally I withdrew and inserted the enema’s hose, and then began to slowly work it in and out of Dr. Parker’s anus, knowing all the time the tip of the hose was moving back and forth over his prostate all the time it took for the soapy water in the enema’s bag to flow into his rectum and colon. And when his five minute holding time was finally up, he stood so he could make a run to the hydrotherapy room’s toilet, allowing me to see for the first time that he was even more erect than I was.
I won’t bore you with all of the detail of Dr. Parker’s actual colonic, but I’ll tell you that he was an absolutely wonderful patient in every way, and so I was able to administer his colonic with no intervention or help from Dr. Reynolds. But because that procedure was performed while Dr. Parker laid on his back, it was easy for me to see that his erection kept his gown fully tented for the duration of his colonic, and by the time I finished the procedure there was a big wet spot at the top of that tent.
I truly didn’t know if my performance was satisfactory, or if I had perhaps rectally stimulated Dr. Parker more than I should have. But both Dr. Parker and Dr. Reynolds congratulated me on a job well done when I finished the procedure, an event that marked the end of my training.
The next day I administered a colonic to my first real patient. I only had one patient that day, but three the next day. That went on for about two weeks before my returning patient appointments began to kick in and I began to average five to six patients per shift, which meant that I was making about $1,000.00 per week, much more than I ever made at the Best Buy warehouse.
Both Doctors, Reynolds and Parker were soon very pleased with my returning patient rate, and so my cut of the clinic’s colonic fee was raised to the $50.00 rate per therapy session. So by the time my nineteenth birthday rolled around, I once again felt as if I was on top of the world with a professional certification and a professional job. None of my friends held such a position, nor even the hopes of holding such a position in the near future. And to top everything off, after only a month on the job I had enough money to make a down payment on an absolutely beautiful 2010 Mustang. It had been fully tricked out and had beautiful chrome wheels and oversized tires. It was painted a custom deep metallic red with shiny chrome everywhere. I truly loved that car. Even Dr. Parker was so impressed that he threatened me with a spanking on my bare fanny if he ever caught me hot-rodding it. I felt for sure he was kidding, but then not totally sure because both he and Dr. Reynolds were still treating me more like their little brother than a professional employee.
I loved everything about being a Hydro Therapist. I loved giving enemas and colonics. And I loved the fact that most of my patients seemed to enjoy the way I took care of them. Yet, beyond that, the next four months passed by rather uneventfully until one Thursday Dr. Parker wrote orders for one of his patients to undergo weekly colonics for a full month. Nothing was unusual about that as Dr. Parker and Dr. Reynolds were the source of all of my patients. What was unusual, was that particular patient was an eighteen year old boy whom I recognized from school. His name was Lucas McLean, and all I knew about him was that he was truly beautiful, and that his father owned the only GM car agency in our county. His problem was, that he had been diagnosed with crone’s disease that was complicated by IBS, or irritable bowel syndrome, and so was most likely going to become a regular client of mine.
My problem was, that Lucas McLean was a sexual sight to behold. As you might guess, most of my patients were in their 40’s and 50’s. There were a few in their 30’s, and some in their 70’s and 80’s. But this kid was my age, and if I wasn’t sure I was gay before I saw him in my office, I knew for sure by the time I had him on my enema table.
I didn’t actually know Lucas from school, as he was a year behind me. But I had seen him around the campus, and so hoped he didn’t recognize me. At first I treated him like any other patient. He was very cooperative and tried to follow all of my instructions. And like many of my other male patients, he developed a huge boner the instant I began to prepare him for his rectal thermometer. He tried to hide it, but his cock was so rigidly erect that hiding it was impossible. I couldn’t help myself. I twisted the inserted thermometer and sensuously worked it in his rectum until I sensed he was nearing orgasmic ecstasy. And when I withdrew the thermometer and to reinsert my gloved, Vaseline coated finger up his ass, I hardly moved it before I felt his prostate go into orgasmic contractions, allowing me to know he had just ejaculated while laying on my enema table.
I didn’t say anything, but I could tell that he knew I had felt him ejaculate, and so he apologized. I told him not to worry about it. That such things happened to a lot of guys. Yet his erection maintained all through his prep enema, as well as his colonic, to the extent that for the first time in my life I wanted to suck another boy’s cock to orgasm. I tried to ignore his rampant boner. I tried to ignore my own boner. But sucking his cock and fucking his most sexy asshole was all I could think about for the entire time he was on my enema table.
Even with all of that, I thought everything went off well, and so was expecting to see Lucas on that following Thursday. But that following Wednesday, while I was treating a woman in her 40s, and while I was intimately massaging her tummy under the guise of spreading her enema throughout her entire colon, while all the time knowing that I was really turning her on, I got a beep on my tablet computer.
I looked away from my patients so I could read the message on my tablet, and saw that Lucas had canceled his upcoming appointment. So as soon as I finished with that patient, instead of going to the front office to invite my next patient back to the hydrotherapy room, I messaged back on my tablet to enquire as to whether or not Lucas had re-scheduled. Within seconds I got a return message indicating that he had not.
After seeing my last patient of that day, I called Lucas at his home phone number to inquire as to why he had cancelled his colonic appointment. He was reticent to answer at first, but then told me that he would make another appointment soon. I checked with our appointment girl every day for the rest of that week and the next, and when I saw there were no new appointments for Lucas, I decided to drive to his home. I remember being quite nervous as I rang their doorbell, but was somewhat relieved when Lucas himself opened the door. He seemed surprised to see me, as he said, “Wow, I didn’t expect to see you here.”
I lied, and said, “Yea, well I’m worried about you, and I’m only here because I want to make sure that you continue to get all of the care you need.”
Lucas just stood there, so I nervously asked, “Is it because you don’t want me as your therapist?”
Instead of answering my question, he asked, “Can we go somewhere where we could talk privately?”
“Sure,” I said, “Anywhere you want to go.”
While looking over my shoulder, He asked, “Is that your Mustang out there?”
“Yea, and I’ll take you any place you want to go.”
Lucas turned his head back to the inside of their house and shouted, “Mom, I’ll be going out for a while. Don’t wait up for me.” And he stepped out of the house and followed me to my car. But before we got there he said, “Boy, what a beauty. I bet you really like it.”
“Yea, it’s my pride and joy,” I said, “but there is something I like even more.”
Luca opened the passenger door and got in as I walked around to the driver’s door so I slid behind the wheel. And it was then that he asked, “So what is it?”
I looked at him, and asked, “So what is what?”
“You know, what you like more than this car?”
I just looked at him, and finally said, “I want to tell you, but I can’t. Where would you like to go where we could talk privately?”
“Actually right here will be fine.”
“Okay then, why did you cancel your colonic appointment?”
He seemed to think for a moment before saying, “I think you already know the answer to that.”
“No I don’t,” I said, “so tell me.”
He just sat there looking out of my windshield, but I could tell his eyes weren’t actually focused on anything. I remained silent, and so did he, until he finally said, “Three weeks ago I had to go to the hospital to have a barium enema x-ray taken. I thought it was the most humiliating thing I would experience until I had to let you give me the most gigantic enema of my life. And when I saw that you saw that everything you were doing to me was making my cock get a hard, that was the last straw. I just can’t go through that again, at least not with you.”
Then it was my turn to be silent. So Lucas went on to say, “You don’t know how embarrassing it was for me to get a boner in front of you, especially while you had your finger up my ass. I knew then, that no matter how hard I was trying to keep the fact that I’m gay a secret from you, you knew, especially when I shot my wad right in front of you. I knew then that the cat was out of the bag, and there was nothing I could do about it.”
It was hard for me to put my thoughts into words, but I finally managed to say, “But I do know how embarrassing that was. I don’t know if you noticed, but I was also erect all through your treatment.”
“No, I didn’t notice.” He said, “That makes me feel a little better. But what made you hard. You didn’t have anything poking around in your ass.”
“No, but I had my finger up yours. Can I count on you to keep a secret?”
“Well you just asked me what I liked more that than this car, and the most honest answer I can give you, is you. And that’s why I got a hard-on.”
“You’re kidding. You like me?”
“Yea. Why does that surprise you?”
“You mean that you don’t think I’m fucked up because my guts are so screwed up?”
“No. In fact, I think you are perfect.”
Lucas just looked at me, but finally said, “Oh God! Does this mean that you actually liked giving me those enemas?”
“Well I shouldn’t admit this because I could lose my job. But yes, I loved giving you those enemas, and I loved that you had an erection all of the time I was doing it.”
Lucas went silent again while looking out of my windshield. Once again I could tell that his eyes weren’t focused on anything in particular, so I asked, “Is something wrong?”
“Yea,” he said, “I’ve spent my life trying not to be gay, but it’s hard when I’m around you. I really liked you back when you were still in school, but I could never tell you. Now you’re telling me that you like me.”
I didn’t know what to say, but then Lucas asked, “Could you please hold me?”
Instead of answering him, I took him in my arms. He snuggled his face into my chest while seeming to hang onto me for dear life. Then he pulled back and focused his eyes on mine for a second, actually maybe two seconds before he pulled my face to his for my first open mouthed kiss with a boy. A kiss that seemed to go on forever. A kiss that caused our tongues to play sensuously against each other. A kiss that made me know that I was holding the love of my life in my arms.
Finally, I asked, “So does this mean that you will make an appointment for another colonic?”
“I don’t know.” he said, “Do you have your own place, or do you still live with your parents?’
“I still live with my parents. Why do you ask?”
“Because I think I love you. And if you had your own place, I’d like to move in with you. That way you could give me as many enemas as you want, any time you want. My mother used to give me enemas at home, so why couldn’t you? I’d really like to take your enemas if I felt that you liked giving them to me. I’d be real good and take my enemas just like I was in your office, only I wouldn’t have to worry about someone barging in to see that I had a giant hard-on while you had your finger up my butt.”
I kissed Lucas again, and then said, “Okay, I’ll start looking for an apartment tomorrow.”
“No,” he said, “We’ll start looking tomorrow. I have money, so I can pay my fair share. Maybe we could even rent a house so we could have a dog.”
I smiled at Lucas. He seemed so utterly perfect. But then he added to his perfectness by saying, “I know you won’t believe this, but I’ve been dreaming of this since I was in the 7th grade. I think you were probably thirteen at that time, but I thought you were a real stud. I mean a really hot stud, Georgie. Why don’t you start this car so we could go somewhere where so I could suck your cock. I mean it, Georgie, I want to suck your cock right now.”
We drove out to the farm lands, and then turned onto a secluded dirt road that was meant to give tractor access to the adjacent fields. After driving about a quarter of a mile down that road, I turned the car around so that we were headed out, just in case we had to make a quick get-away. And then we got in the back seat of the Mustang, which turned out not to be nearly big enough for what we wanted to do. Yet we still managed to kiss, hug, and suck each other’s cocks to orgasm. I truly wanted to stick my finger up Lucas’s butt, but I was afraid to push my luck. That turned out to be an unfounded fear, because while we were pulling our trousers back on, Lucas told me that sticking my finger up his butt was exactly what he wanted.
I kissed Lucas, and asked him if he would like me to fuck him. He smiled a shy smile and said, “I think so. No, actually I know so, and I think I would like to fuck you back.”
I kissed Lucas again. And then again and again. Finally I just held him while telling him that I needed to go see my bosses. He asked why, and I really didn’t know how to answer that question until he pushed me, and I admitted that they had both been like big brothers to me, and that I just had to share the fact that I was in love with someone who loved me back. That seemed to puzzle Lucas, but then he surprised me again by saying, “Okay, but I want to go with you.”