The Augusta Trip, Chapter 2

I had purposefully arrived in Augusta a day early so I would have time to rest and acclimate after traveling down from New York. I had room service bring up a light lunch, and then I took a short nap to awake just after 3:00 PM. At that time I made a long distance call to my New York office to check to see how everything was going. After finishing that call I turned on the radio that the hotel had provided for my room. All I could find was mindless music and news reports. I chose the news. War was raging in both Europe and the Pacific, not to mention the Middle East and Africa. Then at precisely 6:00 PM there was a knock at my door. I figured it was Arthur, just in time to rescue me from the dismal war news. I invited him in, addressing him simply as Arthur, while he addressed me as Dr. Ridgeway. He smiled, and immediately asked, “So where would you like to go, and what would you like to see?”

“That all depends,” I said, “Where is a good place to go for dinner in this town?”

He smiled an all but magical smile, as he said, “Well that all depends, Sir, on what kind of dining you have in mind. This hotel has two fine restaurants, and we have many more in town that offer a variety of food and drink while also offering piano or other music for your entertainment. Or we have more simple dining that only serves food, mainly good southern cooking served with good southern hospitality. So what kind of dining experience are you looking for?”

“Well you live here, so you probably know what’s best. I’ll let you pick.”

“But I’m not the one eating, Sir.”

“Sure you are. You don’t think I’d leave you out in your car while I eat by myself, do you?”

“Yes Sir that was what I was thinking. And I can see by your dress that you’re probably thinking of a more formal restaurant than I’m dressed for. Besides, Sir, I really can’t afford to eat out, at least not until I find a new job.”

“Don’t be silly, Arthur, I’m paying. All you have to do is pick a restaurant that you’ll feel comfortable in, and I’ll be happy”

Arthur drove me to a small but wonderful restaurant, where upon finishing our meal I ask about his bout with rheumatic fever. I didn’t think that question was so personal that it would cause him to go silent and fidgeted in his seat, but I immediately noted that that question seemed to do just that. Finally, I said, “Look Author, I’m a doctor, so I’m a little curios about these things. You don’t have to answer, but because I am a stranger that you’ill probably never see again, it shouldn’t be difficult for you to answer such questions.”

“Yea, you would think that, Sir.” he said, “But I happen to know otherwise.” Then he looked back to me before saying, “Okay then. If you really want to know the truth, I’ll tell you that I’m all messed up, to the point that no one will ever want me.”

Knowing that I desperately wanted him, I didn’t see how that could be true. So I quickly injected, “I don’t believe that. I think lots of people would want to be your friend and even make a life with you.”

He lifted his gaze to my face. His eyes had suddenly become glistening with tears. It hurt me to see him that way, so I was sorry that I had put so much pressure on him to answer questions that I had no right to ask. So just as I was about to tell him to forget I ever asked, he said, while not allowing his eyes to focus on mine, “I had rheumatic fever, just like I told you. And it did weaken my heart to the point that I’m not fit for military service. But the real reason I was fired today was because I told my parents that I’m homosexual. So how is that for being messed up?”

I was shocked by that statement, and so remained silent while trying to put some thoughts together. Finally Arthur went on to say, “They kicked me out of their house, so I’m staying with a friend, and I don’t know how long that’s going to last because earlier today my father called my boss to inform him that I was a homosexual. And so that’s the real reason I was fired. My boss thinks I’m some kind of criminal who would rape little boys in his cab.”

Arthur’s was then casting his eyes toward other diners. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but instead I said, “Well we both know that’s crazy talk, don’t we?”

“Yea, but now I know that my father not only wants me out of his house, but he also wants me out of this town so I can’t bring even more shame to him. And because I don’t know who he might call next, I don’t know where I can go.”

I just sat looking into Arthur’s beautiful eyes as he went on to say, “And that’s not the only reason no one will have me. When I was four I got terribly sick. In fact, I got so constipated that I had to have major surgery. The doctors didn’t know if my gut had died, and so had caused my constipation, or if my constipation had caused my gut to die. Either way, they had to take part of my gut out, and now I have to do awful things to myself just so I can go to the bathroom.”

I started to ask for details, but he went on to say, “Do you know what an enema is, Sir?”

“Yes, of course, I am a doctor.”

“Then you know why no one would ever want me.”

“That’s not true, Arthur.”

“Oh yea, and just how do you know that?”

“I know that because I want to be your friend. And I don’t just mean while I’m here in Augusta, but I’d like to be your friend forever.

“You’re kidding.”

“No I’m not.”

Well what if I tell you that the reason I had to tell my parents that I’m homosexual, is because my mother walked in on me when I was giving myself an enema. Of course I’d been doing my own enemas since I was 16, and so that was no big deal. What was a big deal was that I was also masturbating to pictures of nude men.”

Even though I had done that very thing several times myself, I couldn’t bring myself to admit that to Author. So I let him go on to say, “Well that’s why all of my belongings are at my friend’s house. And because I have little privacy there I don’t know how I’m going to do my next enema unless I can rent a cheap hotel room. And that’s why I need the money you said you would pay me for tonight.”

I could tell that Arthur was really fighting tears, and when I tried to console him, all he did was to repeat that his father hated him and wanted him out of town so he wouldn’t bring anymore shame to his family.

I called our waiter over and asked for our check, and we were soon out of the restaurant and getting into Author’s car. That’s when he told me that he didn’t know how much longer he would even have a car, because he wasn’t going to be able to make his next car payment if he didn’t get a good paying job real soon.

I asked him how much he owed on his car, and he told me he had only made a single payment, and so owed around $380.00.

Instead of having Arthur show me the town, I had him drive me back to my hotel. When we got there I told him to leave his car for the valet to park. He quickly came back with the fact that he couldn’t afford such a service. I told him not to worry about it, that such parking would automatically be billed to my hotel bill. And then when I check in at the lobby desk I told the counterman that Author was my guest, and that he would be staying with me in my room.

Arthur seemed dumbfounded as we rode the elevator to the fifth floor, but neither of us spoke as we knew the elevator operator could hear our every word. But as soon as we stepped from the elevator and were alone in the central corridor, I asked Arthur, “So when was that last time you had a nice hot bath?”

He thought for a second, and then said, “Three days ago, Sir”

Instead of responding to his answer, I said, “You are going to have to stop calling me Sir or Doctor. My name is Maxwell, and my friends all call me Max, and I definitely consider you a friend.”

“Max. I like that.”

“Good,” I said, “And I suppose your friends call you Art?

“No, that’s my Dad’s name. My middle name is William, so my friends call me Billy. I prefer that because I don’t want to rain on my father’s parade any more than I have too. He is a big time pastor at one of Augusta’s largest Baptist Churches, and so his name is very important to him.”

I smiled and said, “That’s good, because I like Billy even better. It’s a good name for you.”

And then as soon as we entered my room, I asked, “So when was the last time you were able to irrigate your bowel?”

“It’s been two days, Sir. I just haven’t been able to bring myself to do it at my friend’s house. I don’t want him to know what I have to do to myself just to have a BM. And I was thinking I would maybe skip it again tonight. I’ve done that before and it didn’t really hurt me.”

“Well, Billy, you need to understand that I’m the doctor here, and you are not going to skip any such thing.”

Billy looked down while saying, “Well I don’t have an enema bag, Sir. And if I did you would have to promise to leave me to myself while I do it. It’s awfully embarrassing. That’s why I haven’t been able to do it at my friend’s house.”

I wanted to grab and hug him, but instead I said, “No, Billy. I want you to hop in the tub while I call the Bell Captain to have him send a boy to a drug store to buy us a new syringe.”

“But isn’t that kind of an embarrassing thing for you to order? Don’t you think people will wonder and talk?”

“Not when you’re a doctor. Doctors order such things all the time.”

“But the Bell Captain and his boy will know what’s going to happen to me, and that will be embarrassing for me.”

“Yea,” I said, “But if you’ll tell me that you’ll come with me to New York, I’ll call the convention organizers first thing in the morning and tell them that I have to get back to New York right away, and so you will never see any of these people ever again.”

I don’t know Sir, this is my home.”

“That may be, Billy, but you certainly don’t seem to feel at home here. Besides that, I need you in New York.”

“But why, Sir? You hardly know me.”

“I know you well enough to know that I love you.” Was all I said before pointing and saying, “Now you run along to the tub, and I’ll call the Bell Captain.”

It only took me a few seconds to tell the Bell Captain that I needed him to send someone for a fountain syringe, a jar of Vaseline, and a bar of Ivory soapy. So it was only moments later when I joined Billy in the bathroom. Except for his shoes and socks he was still fully dressed. He looked surprised when I entered the room, and I’m sure he was even more surprised when I took him in my arms and kissed him. Even though I took him by surprise he kissed me back like I had never been kissed before. Maybe it was because he was a boy, a beautiful boy, my first boy, that caused me to all but melt in his arms.

I had dated several woman by that point in my life. I had even considered trying to make a life with a couple of them. But in the flash of that moment Billy’s kiss put all such thoughts behind me. And so I not only undressed Billy, but myself as well, and we were soon both sitting in nice warm bath water while running small bars of hotel soap over each other’s bodies. I had Billy lean back and spread his legs so I had good access to his genitals and anus.

When I first took his penis in my hand, he seemed okay with my intimate touch. But when I took his testis in my hand he began to squirm and giggle like a shy little boy. Being a doctor, I was somewhat used to that, and so was able to calm him down while continuing to massage his penis and testis.

All went well until I finally got up the courage to insert a well soaped finger into Billy’s anus and rectum. Billy looked up with a start and began to giggle and squirm once again, which only seemed to help my finger slide even deeper into his rectum, to the point that I felt that having my finger fully inserted may have been his unconscious goal.

But then he suddenly tried to push my hand away while I continued to work my finger within his sensual rectal grasp. His penis was fully erect by that point, and that so embarrassed him that he continued to try to push my probing finger from his anus. I wanted to grab and hug him so he couldn’t pull free, but he was quite forceful and was soon sitting straight up causing his anus to be unavailable to me. Then he looked in my eyes as he said, “See, I told you I’m no good. Everything you just did to me felt real good. But I know it wasn’t right, and so I couldn’t let it continue.” After another short pause, he went on to say, “It always felt real good when my mother used to give me my enemas when I was younger, but because I also knew those feelings were bad, I always tried to put them out of my head. I told you at dinner that I was messed up to a point that no one would want to be with me. So now you know why it’s true. I tried, I really did. And even though I liked everything you just did to me, I can’t be part of it. It just feels wrong.”

I leaned my torso back against the reclining end of the tub and just looked into Billy’s eyes for a few seconds before saying, “I understand your feelings, Billy. I really do. But you still need an enema, and I’m going to give it to you whether you like it or not.”

He just looked at me for a second, and then asked, “Are you going to love me while you are doing it?”

“Of course I am. That’s something I can’t help.”

“I’m glad,” he said, “because I think I love you. I know I’m all screwed up, and so I also know that I’m hard to love, but I can’t help that either. Maybe I should just go so I won’t bother you anymore?”

While looking deep in his eyes, I said, “I could have said okay to that three hours ago. But now that I’ve gotten to know you, I feel like we have to find a way to make things work between us.”

“But why?” he asked.

“Because now I know that I love you. And whether you believe that or not, it’s true. I’ve honestly never said that to anyone else ever before.”

Just then we heard the Bell Boy knock, and then enter our room. Billy seemed startled and looked as if he might leap from the tub, probably because he was afraid the Bell Boy might enter our bathroom. But seconds later the Bell Boy shouted out that our drugstore order was on the entry table, and then we heard our room door close. Billy looked at me and said, "Boy that was easy. I had to drive to the other side of town when I needed to buy an enema. I never wanted anyone I knew, especially my friends, to know that I even knew what an enema was.”

I interrupted Billy, by saying, “And you’ll never need to worry about that ever again if you’ll just come with me to New York.”

Billy suddenly got a sad look on his face, and asked if I could please leave him alone so he could take his enema in private. He looked so cute and sexy that I had to say, “Not on your life. In fact, as long as you are with me you will never give yourself another enema. From now on that will be my job.”

Billy drew back, and said, “But don’t you think it’s kind of a nasty thing to have to do to another person?”

“No,” I said, “Especially if that other person is you. I can assure you that I’ll love every second I spend giving you enemas. So you need to understand that you, you’re cute little behind, and your even cuter little butthole belongs to me and only me from this moment on. Is that understood?”

Instead of answering he nodded his head, and said, “Okay, if you really think you love me, I’ll go to New York with you.

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That night I administered my first enema to Billy. Because of his shortened bowel it was really more like a half enema, but to me it was truly a sexual event. Unlike most people would think, doctors seldom get to administer enemas. Most medical professionals consider enemas to fall into the realm of nursing, and so even though a doctor might want to occasionally administer a nice hot soapy enema to an especially cute patient, they seldom do as they feel that other doctors might begin to question their motives.

So I gave Billy his enema that night while slowly and sensually working the enema nozzle in his anus and rectum while I insisted that he lay over my lap as I sat on the toilet, a position I well-remembered from my childhood. And then I made him hold his enema in while he stood. I also stood and took him in my arms while saying, “Now that was all very medical, so any good feelings either of us experience can’t be bad. And it’s not your fault that I also just happen to love you, so you can’t feel bad about any joy I may have brought you.” And then I kissed him as we pressed our erect penises together. I knew that I loved Billy, and after that moment I also knew that he loved me. All I needed to do was find a way for Billy to enjoy the love I felt for him.