(Editorial notes: This story happens before ‘Birthday Boy,’ and describes how Ryan and Paul met.  The term ‘boy’ refers to a fully consenting male aged 21 or older)

Ryan was really happy.  He had moved into the city to start graduate school and was in his first ‘real’ apartment.  He had just come from Target where he got some things to help complete his man-cave.  He opened the door of the apartment building, hit the elevator button and was wrapped up in his thoughts about how he wanted to set the apartment up.  The elevator door opened, he went in, and pushed the button.  As the door started to close, someone jumped in.  Ryan had to catch himself and get oriented.  Standing next to him was a very handsome young man, probably about Ryan’s age.  He really was quite handsome.  Ryan was struck.  The guy was well-groomed, had smooth skin and a squeaky-clean appearance.  He was casually dressed and had a relaxed flair about him.  He must have recognized that he startled Ryan ad said, “Sorry to have just jumped in like that.”

Ryan reconstituted, “No problems.”

“Well, it is a good way to say Hi.  My name is Paul.  I’m one of your upstairs neighbors.”

“Oh, hi, Ryan.”

“Did you just move in?”

“Yeah”

“How’s it going?” One could not help but be drawn in by his charm and welcoming spirit.

“Pretty well.”  Ryan said, holding up his Target bags.  “Getting some stuff to make it more like home.”

“Sounds good.  If I can be of help, I’m just upstairs in 510.  Are you from around here?”

“Not far, but it is all new to me.”

“I’m happy to help out, just come on up and knock.”  Ryan liked that idea, or maybe it was the idea of getting to know Paul better.

“Hey, thanks.”  Ryan paused and then said, “Well, if you have a minute, I have a couple of prints I want to hang and could use an additional hand.”  This seemed as good a way to better meet Paul, and he was someone Ryan did want to get to know better.

“No problem.  Just let me drop some stuff off and I’ll come down.  Which apartment are you?”

“310. Thanks.”  The elevator dang ‘3,’ the door opened, and Ryan left.  In his head he said, “God is he cute.  Seriously what are the chances….”  Ryan made it to his apartment, opened the door and put his things down.  It was a nice space, sparsely decorated as one might expect given his limited grad student budget.  There was his parent’s old sofa, a table that served as both dining and study functions and, well, not much else.  The posters and pictures were stacked up against the wall and he really could use a hand, so he was happy to have met Paul.

Ryan and Paul engaged in some small talk, and then went to the business of hanging the pictures.  Paul was very helpful and had a good eye for decorating.  In fact, Paul’s ideas on placement really made Ryan much happier than his original ideas.  Having finished the task, Ryan said, “Would you like something to drink?”

“That would be great.”

“Beer, wine, something else.”

“Thanks.  I don’t drink, so some soda, ice tea, water, juice.  Whatever you have.” Paul was easy to entertain.

“I have coke and ice tea.”

“Ice tea would be great.  But help yourself to something stronger if you like.”

“I get it.  I’m thinking this came from a well-intending relative to help,” pointing to the sofa.

“Bingo, actually, my parents.”

“It works.”

The two guys engaged in talk.  It seemed effortless for Paul to hold a conversation.  Ryan enjoyed it as well as the scenery. With time, it became increasingly clear; Ryan would be very surprised if Paul was not gay; there were too many signs. And that worked for Ryan.

After a bit, Paul asked, “Hey, do you mind if I use the bathroom?”

“No, go ahead. You know where it is?”

“Yep.”  Paul got up and went to the bathroom.  Ryan thought, “This guy is just so nice.  He learned that Paul had recently graduated from the University’s nursing school and had his first job at its hospital. He seemed to like the work and was still learning a lot.  Ryan was about to start graduate school at the same school so Paul was able to talk about it easily.  The conversation was fluid.  The two enjoyed many of the same things and there was even a little attraction that Ryan sensed; he certainly was attracted to Paul.  Given all of the signs, Ryan decided Paul was gay; there really didn’t need to be a specific discussion about it.  Ryan heard the toilet flush and the door open. Paul came back and sat on the sofa again.

With a smile on his face, perhaps even a twinkle in his eye, Paul remarked, “I like the way you’ve decorated the place, even the bathroom.” 

When he came back to the moment and looked up, Paul was looking straight into his eyes with a bit of a mischievous smile on his face.  It was confirmed.

“Oh.”  He tried to think of something, “Thanks. Yeah.”

”You know as a nurse, I’m trained to give enemas.”  Ryan turned a shade of red that would mirror the standard two-quart red enema bag.  He looked away, almost like he got caught in the act.

“Ah, ah, ah……” was all Ryan could get out.  Paul realized Ryan’s state.

“I saw your bag.  Do you like them?” 

Ryan was stuck.  “Ah, well, kind of, yes,” worried what Paul would think.

“That’s cool. I have to say, so do I.”  Paul was clearly more comfortable talking about the topic. 

“Really?” Ryan felt a bit of redemption.  Could it be that this guy was into them like he was?

“Yeah.  I got some growing up and, well, got hooked.  I’ve been doing them since I was a teen and would even sneak the bag when home alone.”

“Wow!”  Ryan had never really talked with anyone about taking enemas.  The whole scene was somewhat surreal, sitting with a handsome guy and talking about enemas.  He noticed he was starting to get hard; anything to do with enemas always did that to him.  He let his mind wander a bit.  The thought of giving and getting an enema with Paul was too much for him to handle.  They talked about their introduction to and experiences with enemas.  There were many similarities and joined moments as they spoke. 

Ryan grew up in a household where his stepfather believed in regular cleansings.  So, every Saturday morning from a young age, his step-dad would call him into the bathroom where he would have to strip and submit to hot and soapy enemas.  How many he got depended on Ryan’s behavior that week, his school performance, and, well, his stepfather’s whim.  At times, he wondered if the enemas were more for the stepfather or him.  As he got older, the enema time became erotic.  Ryan would get a hard on once he entered the bathroom and saw the bag, and then would try to hide it through his underpants and the procedure.  His stepfather must have seen his erections.  After the enema, Ryan would retire to his bedroom, shut the door, and jerk off, sometimes more than just once.  With time, he would long to have the house to himself to self-administer an enema.  The cramps and full feeling led to jerking off with some of the most amazing orgasms ever. 

For his part, Paul got enemas as a boy too, typically when he had a fever, though Paul’s mother also used the enema to punish Paul when he was bad.  It didn’t happen that often but the few times it did, it left an indelible mark on Paul’s memory.  Paul, too, waited for the house to be his and the ability to self-administer enemas which he did quite regularly.  Paul enjoyed the power trip he could get when making another guy take an enema. 

As they spoke, it was clear that both boys understood each other when it came to enemas. And, likewise, both were being turned on with bulges developing in their pants and repositioning to manage them.  Then it happened.

“Mmmmm.” Ryan looked away for a moment basking in the mental imagery and the great feeling and then looked back at Paul, “Is it that I need an enema, or that you want to give me an enema?” Ryan reached to Paul’s thigh and worked his way to Paul’s erection and rubbed it.  Both boys were definitely on the same page, and very erotically excited; one could cut the tension in the room with a knife. 

“I’m thinking it would work for both of us.”  Paul had this down.

“I’m down for it.”

“And it looks like you’re all set in the bathroom, too.” Paul smiled.

“Yeah, kind of.”  Ryan smiled back.

“Shall we go and get undressed?”

“Sure.”

Ryan was beside himself, but felt contained by Paul’s embrace; he felt Paul’s warmth and closeness.  His mouth was dry and heart beating fast.  He got out, “OK.”

“I’m serious.  If you need to stop, just tell me.”

“Yes sir.” Ryan said.  The scene was starting to unfold.

Paul moved his hand inside Ryan’s pants and inside the waistband of his underpants, now encircling Ryan’s cock.  “I’m going to need you to be a really big boy and take the whole enema. Understand?”

“Yes sir.”  Paul could feel Ryan starting to quiver a bit.  He liked being in control of a boy.

“I’m going to be right there with you.  I’m going to help you take it, but you need to take the whole bag. Understand?”  Ryan nodded.  “It’s going to be a hot, soapy enema, understand?”  He nodded again staring straight ahead.  “Good boy. Now, let’s get undressed.”

Both boys began to strip.  “Down to undies and sox, OK?” Paul said.  Was that a request or a command from Paul?  Either way, Ryan complied.  He enjoyed Paul’s gentle but firm control of the scene.  The shirts and pants were thrown on the bed.  Ryan stood there in his classic white briefs and short white sox.  Paul had on short dark sox and navy boxer briefs.  Both boys had prominent erections.  “Mmmm. Enema time for Ryan.”  They both smiled.   Paul opened his arms signaling an embrace.  Ryan didn’t need any encouragement.  He went to Paul and accepted the embrace.  They then started to kiss.  Initially it was a casual closed mouth, but simultaneously both boys opened their mouths and their tongues met.  Paul explored Ryan’s mouth and Ryan the same.  Both were very turned on and excited.  Their erections pressed against each other. 

Ryan pulled back and put his head in Paul’s shoulder.  “Is this your first guy-guy enema?” Paul asked.    Ryan just nodded in Paul’s arms.  “It’s going to be OK.  Remember, if you want or need me to stop, I’m going to. Understand?” 

“Yes.” 

Paul reached down and squeezed Ryan’s cock.  “Besides, you’re a pretty experienced enema-boy already, aren’t you?”  Ryan nodded again. 

From their discussion in the living room, Paul had learned that Ryan’s enemas growing up weren’t always pleasant, and while he loved enemas now, he had a tendency to regress to those earlier times and become very boyish and scared whenever it came to taking an enema.  This worked for Paul, who liked to be in charge, both forcing a boy to take an enema but also comforting him and helping him take it.  A better match for enema buddies could hardly been possible.   They headed into the bathroom.

“So what type of enema do you want?” Paul asked Ryan.

“I usually do about three quarts, hot and soapy.”

“Then a three quart hot and soapy you will get.  Do you use the J & J?” He pointed to the shampoo bottle.

“Yeah, about a tablespoon per quart.”

“Mmmm A big boy enema.”

Ryan turned the hot water on and got the enema bag down, closing the clamp.  Once hot, he adjusted the faucets to the right temperature and filled the bag.  Paul motioned to hold it and Ryan gave it to him and got the soap.  Ryan put the requisite amount in stirring it well.  The water became slightly cloudy and developed a head of suds.  The smell of the soap filled the bathroom.

“Over there?”  Paul motioned to the towel rack, asking if that was where to hang it. 

“Yeah.”

“Are we going to use this nozzle?”  Paul motioned to a large tulip shaped nozzle on the end of the tubing.

“Yeah, I like it. Just big enough to feel it go in, and then it stays in.”

“Sounds good.” Ryan grabbed a towel and put it on the floor.

Paul said, “OK,” and took Ryan by the shoulders and turned him to face the bulging enema bag and its nozzle ready to deliver Ryan’s enema.  “Look at the bag.” Ryan obeyed. “Now tell me you want an enema.”

Ryan weakly said, “I want an enema.”

“Tell me like you mean it.”

“I want an enema.”  Ryan was more convincing.

“Now ask me to give you the enema.”

“Please give me the enema.”

“Now beg me to give you the enema.”

“PLEASE give me the enema.” Ryan wanted the enema and Paul was happy to oblige.

“I am, and you’re going to take the whole bag, understand?”

“Yes sir.” 

“OK big boy, get those underpants off.  It’s time for your enema.”

“How do you want to take it?” Paul asked.

“Knee-chest.”

“OK, if it gets too much, you can flip on your back, OK?”

“Yeah”

“Yes sir.”

“That a boy.”

Paul reached for the KY and Kleenex and took a generous amount on his finger.  “Spread your knees a bit.”  Ryan complied.  Paul spread Ryan’s cheeks.  The sight was amazing, a tight pink rosebud with a little quiver too it. “I’m going to lube you.  Try not to clamp down and keep me out.  It won’t help.”

“Oooh.”  Ryan kept his head braced on his crossed arms at the floor.  Paul inserted his finger all the way and rotated it around. With his other hand he rubbed Ryan’s back, “At a boy, I’ll get you all lubed for the nozzle.  Take some breathes for me.”  Ryan complied.  “Good boy.” Paul removed his finger.

Paul took the nozzle, aimed it at the bathtub, opened the clamp and bled the air out.  He added lube to its tip.  “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”  Paul took the large nozzle and placed it at Ryan’ anus.  He gently pushed.  There was resistance, but it could not beat Paul’s insistence that it enter.  “Open up, don’t fight me.” Paul was gentle, knowing that the nozzle was a bigger one and one that needed some help to be inserted.  Ryan’s anus opened and then quickly swallowed the large tulip head. “Oooh, oooh.”  Ryan new it had arrived. 

“I know.” Paul said.  “I’m going to keep you hard, just don’t cum yet. OK?  Let me know if you’re close so I stop.”

Paul reached for the clamp.  “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Ryan said lifting his head from its buried rest in his crossed arms at the floor. He looked up at the bulging bag and knew he would have to take the whole thing.  He wanted to and hoped it wouldn’t be a tough one.

CLICK.  The enema was started.  Paul let the tubing drop to the floor making sure there were no kinks in it.  He put his hand on Ryan’s back and gently rubbed it.  “Do you feel it?”

There was a pause. “Yeah. It’s going in.” Ryan felt that unmistakable feeling.  It was a warmth that started from inside and then spread out.  It was the feeling of the hot, soapy enema water beginning to fill him. 

“OK, now, remember, the whole bag, right?”

“Yeah, I promise.” Paul reached under Ryan and again started to gently stroke him.

“Good boy, take you enema for me.”

“It feels so good.”

“Yeah, I know, nothing like it.”  Paul reached under, and this time, rubbed Ryan’s belly.  Ryan felt close to Paul.  Paul was directive yet very caring.  Ryan knew that Paul understood enemas and the power dynamics such a scene created.  And when he looked, he could also see the huge bulge in Paul’s underwear and the stain from the pre-cum.  This also made Ryan happy. He liked being a good boy and liked pleasing his giver.

Ryan started to breathe a little faster and appeared to tense up.  “You OK buddy?”

“Yeah, I’m getting full.”

“Any cramps?”

“No, just full.”  Ryan lifted his head and looked at the bag.  It was probably about three quarters empty.  He put his head back down.

“I’ll take it.  I promise.  I want the whole bag.”

“And you’re going to take it, just like all the other boys do.  Make me proud, the whole bag.”

Ryan was clearly getting almost full.  Luckily the bag was also just emptying.  Paul continued to rub his back, stroke his dick, and rub his belly.  There was a gurgle.  Paul reached and closed the clamp.

“Good boy.  You took the whole bag.  Now how about holding it for me?  Let’s make sure it works and cleans you out.”

Paul for his part was right there with Ryan.  Ryan was also very handsome.  Paul enjoyed the power he had over Ryan and that Ryan was submissive to him, but also liked the comforting he was able to provide.  Ryan was clearly into enemas as much as Paul was and Paul liked that.  Other guys passively agreed to enema play; Ryan really loved and wanted it.  Paul was going to make it worth Ryan’s efforts. He reached under him and started to stroke him.

“OK baby, are you going to show me how much you like enemas?”  Ryan was rock hard and Paul knew it wouldn’t take much.  “Are you ready for a happy ending?”

Paul could see Ryan struggling with the pain and pleasure.  “Hold that enema; no leaking.”  Paul had been there many times.  “OK now, make me proud baby, cum for me.”  He increased his stroking of Ryan. Ryan’s breathing picked up and he started to tense up.  Paul could see Ryan clamping down on the nozzle that as connected to the tubing and bag and inserted in his anus.  Paul knew it was going to happen.  “Let it happen Ryan, cum for me.”  It didn’t take much more.

Ryan arched his back, tensed his thighs and legs, and thrust himself as Paul jerked him off.  There were guttural sounds.  Paul kept stroking him and then Ryan shot his load.  It came in a few blasts hitting the towel under him.  He cried out as it did.  Finally relaxing and panting.  Paul continued to stroke him to get the last drops of cum out.  He rubbed Ryan’s back and legs.  “Such a good boy.  What a nice load.”  He leaned forward and kissed Ryan’s lower back.  It took a little for Ryan to regroup.  Paul just kept rubbing him.

When he seemed to reconstitute, Paul said, “OK trooper.  What do you think about expelling it?”

“Yeah, I am pretty full.”  Paul grabbed a Kleenex and said, “Here, let me wipe you.”  He then wiped the extra string of cum from Ryan’s semi-hard dick.  He threw it in the toilet. 

Being experienced, both boys knew of the logistical challenges of getting Ryan to the toilet.  “Do you want me to leave the nozzle in until you get on the seat, or take it out now?”

“Take it out now.  I think I’m OK.”

Paul removed the nozzle.  There were a few drops that came, but Ryan was good at holding his enema.  Paul could see him tightly clamping down.

“That a boy. Let it out.  You were a very good enema-boy.  You took the whole bag, all three quarts.”  When Ryan looked, Paul had a warm smile on his face.  Paul rubbed Ryan’s back and tousled his hair.  “You doing OK?”

“Yeah. It feels real good.”  More enema came out.

“I’m sure it does.’

Paul sat on the edge of the tub while Ryan finished expelling.  The two talked about different things, interestingly, unrelated to their enema fun.  Ryan finally said, “I think that’s all.”  He wiped and flushed the toilet.  “You want to go chill a bit?”

“Yeah.” 

Ryan put his underpants on and the two boys washed up.  “Let’s chill on the bed.”

“OK.”  They headed into the bedroom and climbed on the bed.  Ryan cuddled up to Paul.  He enjoyed the warmth and the slight scent of Paul’s cologne.  Paul rubbed Ryan’s back, “You were a trooper.” 

“Thanks. It felt real good.”

They rested a bit enjoying the closeness of their bodies, each reviewing the scene in their mind as it had unfolded.  Ryan then climbed up a bit and kissed Paul.  The initial kiss went on to a longer one and then finally the boys opened their mouths and let their tongues explore each other’s mouth.  Ryan climbed on top of Paul and held him as Paul held Ryan.  Ryan could feel Paul starting to get hard again. He moved a bit to the side and let his hand move to Paul’s cock.  He rubbed it through Paul’s underpants and it got harder.  “Mmmmm,” Paul muttered though the embraced kiss.

“You liked giving me the enema didn’t you?” Ryan whispered.

“Yes.”

Both boys were clearly attracted to and turned on by each other.

“Would you do something else for me?”

“What?”

Ryan looked into Paul’s eyes, “Would you fuck me?”  He paused, “Please.”

Paul stared right back into Ryan’s eyes, “You want me to fuck you?” 

“Yes, I do.” He rubbed Paul some more, and then got up on his knees and moved to the waistband of Paul’s underpants and worked them down.  Paul lifted up and Ryan was able to lower them to his ankles and then off, tossing them on the floor.  He brought his attention to Paul’s penis.  It was standing tall.  He took hold of it and then started to stroke, lick, suck, and ultimately take it all in his mouth.  Paul leaned back and let it happen, thoroughly enjoying the attention he was getting.  He gently rubbed Ryan’s head while Ryan pleasured him. 

“Do you have condoms?”

“Yes.”  And with that Ryan reached over to the nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out a condom and a tube of lube.  He placed them on the bed and then went back to Paul and resumed kissing him.  The two boys continued their deep kissing until Paul broke it off and held Ryan’s head, and staring him straight in the eyes said, “I’m going to fuck you.”

Paul started to move in and out more.  “Relax baby, you’re doing great.”

“Cum inside of me.  Give me a cum enema.” 

It was happening.  Paul buried his head in Ryan’s neck. “Oh baby, oh baby.”  He quickened the pace, thrusting himself into Ryan, and then Ryan knew it happened.  Paul was almost in tears.  He grabbed onto Ryan tightly.  Ryan could feel it deep inside of him.  He grabbed Paul.  The two boys held tightly until Paul collapsed onto Ryan.  Ryan rubbed Paul’s head.  They began kissing again.   To look at it, it appeared almost animalistic. 

Paul withdrew from Ryan and moved alongside of him.  His cock still hard but starting to detumess.  The condom held the generous amount of cum Paul had ejaculated.  Paul had beads of sweat on his body.  He was panting.  “Oh my God.  That was so great.”  He let his head fall, and closed his eyes. The boys laid next to each other and recovered.  Each knew that this was the start of a great relationship and there would be many more meetings and a lot of flowing water.