My cousin and I were born only weeks apart. When we were three, my Aunt and Uncle died in an auto crash and my, now adopted, cousin became a Brother.
We grew up during the Golden Age of Enema (1935-1960). Mom was the giver/enema-nurse for both of us until World War II took ‘our’ Dad into the military. When we were Nine, Mom (who was working in an aircraft factory) bought each of us a bag and taught us how to self-administer. We occasionally watched each other take our enemas but had no significant physical interaction.
As the end of the war approached Dad had a 30-day Furlough and spent 3 weeks at home en-route to a new outfit. During that leave he gave us our weekly enemas and introduced us to enemas larger than the “kids enemas” we had been taking. Along with the increase in volume he massaged our bellies to move the enema higher in our colons. Dad left for his new outfit and we started trading belly massages. This physical interaction spawned a strong male bond which we have shared for over 60 years. As we now reflect on those experiences happened as the pleasure and male pride began for both of us. Enema had become a ‘guy-thing.’
We grew up str8 and our school mates sometimes took us as Fraternal twins. We played different Varsity sports avoided school schedules that would place us in the same classroom and found our way into different fields of life work. We now live in different states.
Both of us are straight. My bro prefers women with a Dominant streak. I’m more mainstream in my choice of females.