I had been reusing a plastic enema that came with a solution in it because I didn't know where to find a good enema bag. The plastic container only held a small amount of water and since it wasn't mixed with anything now, I had to use four or five applications. It wasn't very satisfactory but it did help me get rid of blockages from time to time.

Then I decided to put "enema bag" in the search engine on my computer and VOILA! there were all kinds of wonderful bags from which to choose. I spent a good afternoon looking at each one and reading what they offered. Some were cheap and looked as if they wouldn't last long and some were expensive and looked more like what the medical profession might use. But most were exactly what I had been wanting for a long time. I narrowed the search down to the two that offered the most of what I wanted and then clicked on one and it would have to be back-ordered. That is how I made the final decision. I clicked on the other one and it was available and I could feel a twitch in my briefs with the thought of having that available when I needed or wanted it. It came with several nozzles from which to choose, and had a long tube so I could hang it high and the water would flush me better. I ordered it and realized that I was smiling in anticipation.

The next day, I noticed in my email that they company had accepted my order and was getting it ready to send. I felt the twitch again and reached down and rubbed the front of my shorts and felt a great excitement as my cock was also looking forward to the arrival of my new enema bag.

The next day, when I checked my email, I was astounded to see that it was "out-for-delivery". Wow! That was fast. It must be coming from some place near by. I knew there was a warehouse house in the next county but never dreamed I'd be so lucky. I felt a smile of anticipation and my heart beating a little faster. I rubbed the front of my shorts and enjoyed the fullness that had suddenly filled my briefs. I stood up and paced through the apartment and caught the reflection of a very excited old man. I laughed at my reflection showing my excitement and the whole world felt like a much better place.

I was too excited to eat much lunch so I nibbled on a few chips and drank a prepared protein drink. The excitement was more than I'd felt in a long time.

As I was musing about what it would feel like as a full bag was filling me, my phone alerted me that I had a message.

"Package delivered" it said and I grabbed the phone and nearly ran through the apartment to get to the hall. I live a long way from the office and usually enjoy the long walk as it makes my heart beat faster and my breathing much deeper, but today, I was too anxious to get down the hall and get my package and get back to enjoy it. I couldn't remember being so excited about anything like this in many years. A new enema bag with several nozzles!! I nearly ran down the hall as my excitement grew.

I signed for the package and was handed a plain-wrapped box. I gladly took it and turned to leave with a quick 'thank you' muttered as I was thinking of the joy that was waiting me. Although I don't get as rock hard as I used to, I felt as if my cock was leading the way and I was doing a great example of the Cheshire cat's smile.

I stepped in the door of my apartment and began ripping the package open. I didn't wait to find the best way to open it. I simply ripped and tore until it was open. And there was the silicone bag with the long tube and the small package with the nozzles. It looked even better than it had in the advertisement and I could feel my heart beating rapidly. I laughed out loud as I realized how excited I was.

I stepped in the bathroom, turned on the faucet to get the water to the correct warmth, and quickly stepped out of my clothes. Who wants anything on when they're taking a warm enema? I filled the bag and added the recommended amount of salt, stirred it a bit and hung it on the wall. I got the lube and made sure my tingling anus was well lubed. I pushed in my middle finger and twisted it around to make sure the lube was applied. Then I reached for the nozzle to attach and realized that I'd made a mistake to get lube on my hands because I couldn't apply the nozzle to the end of the long hose with slippery hands. I laughed again at my excitement and washed my hands, quickly dabbed them with a towel and applied the nozzle. It being new, it gave me a bit of a problem but I kept after it and got it attached. I could hardly believe it was time.

I put a towel down, knelt and bent over with my butt in the air. I rubbed the nozzle against my tight opening and shivered at the wonderful feeling. I was so excited that I didn't wait any longer and slowly pushed the nozzle a little way in. I waited a few moments to adjust to it and then pushed a bit more. I felt another shiver of delight as the nozzle slipped past the nerve endings just inside and then pulled it back almost out just to enjoy the sensation. However, as wonderful as this felt, I couldn't wait to feel the warm salty water flooding into me and I pushed the nozzle all the way in and released the valve that controlled the flow. The first warm water entering sent a shiver all over my whole body and felt so wonderful that I became a bit emotional with the pleasure. I could feel it filling me and just as the joy was building, I had to turn off the water before a cramp hit. I felt some gurgling movement inside and then the pressure was relieved and I could add some more water. I could feel the water going up inside me farther than it ever had with the little plastic applicator and then the bag gurgled and the last of the water was in me and I was content. I wanted to remain in that position but I began to feel a throbbing in my head and had to lift it just a bit. That put pressure on my stomach and thought I'd have to rush to the toilet. I remained motionless for a few moments and the urgency passed. I reached between my legs and began to give loving strokes to my semi-hard on and that very familiar feeling flooded my being with extra pleasure I hadn't felt in a long time. I slowly started to get up from the kneeling position and very slowly stood up. I caught my reflection as I was jacking and loved to see the old man in the mirror with a hose coming out of his butt enjoying a good jack off. Yes, we advanced seniors do still have a strong sex urge and we do enjoy taking care of it. Most of us have only masturbation for relief but I've always enjoyed it and I have never complained because it's such a wonderful feeling and the release is wonderful pleasure.

I could tell I need to let the water out but I was at a point that I didn't want to stop jacking. I tightened my anal sphincter and that seemed to turn me on even more and I felt the beginning of an orgasm building much faster than usual. My hand was flying back and forth and I was breathing hard and fast as the pleasure kept building and building and then suddenly, the orgasm swept through my whole body and I had to grab the sink to keep my balance. The circles of pleasure kept flooding my being until I couldn't stand the tenderness of my hand stroking my cock any more and I had to stop jacking. That was when I felt the enema demand to be released.

I quickly stepped to the toilet, managed to sit as the water began to flow. Oh my - what a great feeling that was as the warm water rushed out, taking with it bits of solid mass and then the relief of an extended belly. With a few more grunts, I was able to release all the water and felt the cleanest I could ever remember. It was wonderful. I was still reeling from the powerful orgasm and didn't try to get up.

I looked over at the new enema bag and thought to myself that the pleasure had just begun and I would have many more times to enjoy my wonderful new present to myself. Life was good.