John and Peter - Chapter 4

We watched a few short gay porn videos while Peter kind of explained the background of what was actually going on in them. I really didn’t need to see any of that, and so I eventually pulled his body to mine, and just hugged him. It felt so comfortable to hold him in my arms as he held me in his arms. It was as if his every breath, his every movement, no matter how subtle, let me know that I was holding the most important person in the world in my arms. All of that caused me to know that I was actually in love for the very first time in my life, a feeling I savored until we both fell asleep.

I didn’t awake until the next morning. Peter was setting up to administer my first morning enema at home, a treatment that I knew my doctor felt I no longer needed. Still, I watched Peter hang one of the hospital’s disposable enema bags from a wall mounted lamp that was above my headboard with great anticipation. The bag was only a little more than half full, but I could tell it was quite soapy by the cloudiness of its water. Then he sat on the edge of my bed, reached for my underpants, and said, “Lift your butt up, Baby. You won’t be needing these for a while.”

After allowing Peter to slip my underpants completely off, he surprised me by taking my erect cock in his mouth and sucking on it even more vigorously than he did the night before. I wanted to do the same to him, but he kept his cock out of my reach. And when I felt I was about to cum, he stopped and told me it was time for me to roll over on my tummy. That came as a bit of a surprise, as all of the enemas he had given me in the hospital were administered while I laid on my left side with my right knee drawn up. But what really surprised me, was once I was on my tummy he announced that he had to clean my anus, and so I needed to spread my legs.

The instant I followed his command, he moved to kneel between my legs. And then he opened my butt cheeks and began to lick, kiss, and even suck on my anus. That was one of the things we had seen in the gay porn videos the night before, and something he continued to do until I thought I was about to cum again. But as before, he stopped just as I was about to ejaculate, and began pushing the lubricated enema hose up my asshole. The flow was turned on, and I began to fill as Peter pushed more and more of the enema’s hose up my ass than he ever did at the hospital, an act that made me feel so subordinate, so out of control, and yet so loved, all at the same time.

All of that rectal stimulation turned out to be too much for me, and so I came and came while Peter fucked my asshole with the enema hose that he had several inches up my butt. All I can say, is that was the most wonderful enema I had ever experienced. Yet when I was able to catch my breath, I told Peter that I wouldn’t allow him to give me another enema until he allowed me give him one.

Peter’s response was to once again apologize, and pray he hadn’t caused me any harm. And then he told me again that my doctor would want to shoot him if he ever found out that he had made me cum, not once, but twice before I was fully recovered.

The strange thing was that I couldn’t believe how good I felt while holding that enema up my butt. And it wasn’t just the enema that was making me feel so good, but the fact that I felt loved by Peter. So once again I told Peter that it was my turn to give him an enema, and that I was sure my doctor wouldn’t disapprove.

Peter must have agreed, because that night he fixed an enema for himself, and hung it from the same wall lamp that he had hung mine on. And then he got in bed with me while warning me to take it easy because he didn’t want me to rupture my surgical wound. He also said, that because he wasn’t sure that I had recovered enough to safely give him an enema, he was only going to let me do it if I agreed not to get too rambunctious. I didn’t see the logic in that, but I agreed, and promised that I wouldn’t stress or strain while I administered the first enema of my life.

I have to tell you that I felt totally in love with Peter and his cute little skinny fanny the instant I first saw his puckered anus. I particularly loved having my finger fully inserted in his rectum, where for the first time I felt how erotically Peter’s insides reacted to my finger’s every movement. And because Peter seemed to enjoy my inserted finger as much as I had been enjoying his, I wasn’t surprised when he orgasmed, even before I inserted the enema hose. Still, I pushed that clear plastic enema hose several inches up is butt before turning on its flow. And like he had done with my last enema, I pushed more and more of that hose up his ass as I watched him wither on my bed until he came a second time.

All of that was such a wonderful experience for us both that I told Peter he could give me an enema any time he wanted, as long as I could do the same to him. He didn’t wait until that next morning, but insisted on giving me another enema the instant he had expelled his. That time I came while he was lubricating my asshole with a fully inserted finger, which was of course before the enema hose was ever inserted. Still, he administered that enema while I jacked on my cock for the first time since my appendix had ruptured. And I didn’t just cum again, but I came and came and came.

I can’t say how all of that sex effected my recovery, but after that day I felt all but totally recovered. And after that day Peter and I began to have what I considered “normal gay sex”, as well as “gay enema sex”, at least twice a day until the day Peter had to return to work, a fact that slowed us to once a day for sure, but still sometimes twice a day if circumstances allowed.

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A week after Peter had to return to work I returned to light duty. As I wasn’t yet able to climb the 212 feet of ladder so I could perform my usual maintenance duties, I was instead assigned to our regional headquarters in Redding California. But once there I wasn’t given any particular duty or choir. So on my own volition, while using one of Wind Source’s office computers, I decided to develop a rescue plan should any future emergencies arise in one of our generator’s towers, no matter at what level. I didn’t think anyone in that office was paying much attention as I typed away formulating my rescue plan. In fact, I was only thinking my efforts were a way to keep busy. But when I was eventually released back to full duty, I decided to bring my emergency rescue plan to life by having my crew drill with our local fire department.

Someone at corporate must have been paying a lot more attention to me and what I was doing than I thought, because before I had been with Wind Source for a full year, I was promoted again, amazingly that time to vice president in charge of logistic, and safety and training, a position I still hold to this day.

No one was more surprised by that promotion than me, and I must tell you that it came with a phenomenal pay raise. Besides not having to climb up into the nacelles any more, I was making a whole lot more money than I ever thought I would.

By that point in my life I was so in love with Peter that I had a real need to have him close to me at all times, and I didn’t mind him knowing that. I hate to admit this, but by that time I also didn’t want Peter giving enemas to anyone but me, no matter the reason, and so I asked him to quit his job at the hospital and move with me to San Jose, California where Wind Source was headquartered.

I thought I loved Peter when he first moved into my apartment, but the love I feel for him now is so much more that I’ve since married him to insure that I will always have him all to myself until death do us part.

And just as a point of interest, I’ve also discovered that I’m naturally a top, a top who loves giving Peter’s cute little skinny but muscular butt daily enemas, sexual enemas that he has to hold until he comes. All I can say, is that I’m just glad that Peter has adjusted to being my bottom, a loving bottom, a sexy bottom, a subordinate bottom who still likes giving his top a sexy enema whenever I feel the need.

** The end **