Where does it stem from? - Anal Play

I think some people are just wired differently, since I remember liking the way it felt when I was a little child in the tub (I liked playing with my penis too), though I remember internalizing a degree of shame around it (I think a lot of us have emotional baggage around that area), and I'd kind of blocked it for awhile. I never seemed to internalize any shame around my penis when I was in the tub or the shower later on, so the first time I had an orgasm that's what I was doing (I thnk I was in 6th grade).

It wasn't long after that point though, that the taboo sensations that had previously inhibited the pleasure ended up enhancing it like you wouldn't believe and I just got so into it that I came with a soapy finger working around the rim. I didn't understand about how the pelvic nerves worked, but my cock felt like it was buzzing with pleasure after all that, so I jerked off a bunch of times to get it all out of me.

No trauma here. Discovered it playing doctor with a cousin doing rectal temps then other things. It just felt good.

I too cannot site any trauma that made me the anal-centric kinkster that I am. I grew up with a regiment of rectal thermometers being used when I was either sick and even for well visits at my pediatrician. Those occasions had all the trimmings that we all here recognize - baring a very private place, a level of embarrassment and of course.... it felt sooo good!

Those real life situations led to playing a lot of Doctor with the neighborhood girls. We KNEW that our lil game was naughty and that made it all the more arousing. The girls were most willing and anxious to be the patients and I the doc, which is my preferred role to this day. I love being the patient too.

Sorry this is so long but it was a progression of things that led to my anal stuffing and obsession. It started when I was about 6-7. The neighbor boy, about 11-12 took me into the loft of our garage and he said he liked to sit on the cold desk with his bare butt, so I did the same. He "introduced" me to "George" and told me to shake his hand. Over time, his little brother and I would play in the tree fort and touch each other. He always wanted em to put his dick in my mouth. When I was about 11, one night the older brother shared my bed with me and pulled my pants down and dry humped me for a long time. no penetration. I really like the feeling of him rubbing in my butt crack. when I was about 16 yrs old, one night we went swimming and he sneaked up behind me and pulled off my trunks. He then pulled me onto his lap and stuck it in me. It hurt pretty bad but I couldn't quite get away. Then he jerked my off while he was inside me and I really liked that. I started putting things in my butt after that to stretch it out so it didn't hurt next time, kinda in self defense and it also felt good. I started with the small end of a pool cue, moved up to the large end of a pool cue, then a baseball bat, small end first then the large end.

At 20 years old, his younger brother was dating my sister and I liked his female cousin. My sis and I went to his house for the weekend, about 50 miles away. We slept on the floor in the living room while the girls slept upstairs. He started rubbing me, he sucked me off then started dry humping me just like his older brother did. I figured I could take it so I pushed back against him a bit. He then said he couldn't do it on his side and told me to roll over on my belly. He got on top of me and after it was lined up, he stopped. I pushed up just a little bit and he rammed it all the way in. OMG did that hurt. He was way bigger around and much longer than his brother and he kept slowly pulling out and sliding back in as deep as he could go. He was on top of me kinda holding me down. I took it for as long as I could then managed to roll him off me. I went upstairs to the bathroom and got hard thinking about the whole evening. I masturbated till I came for the second time that night. I didn't lose my erection so I jacked off and came again. I vowed that if I ever encountered him or another guy of that size, I would be able to take it without pain, so I kept stuffing things in my ass. I would just look at things and wonder if I could get it to fit. I am 65 years old, was married for 10 years, until she passed away, 23 years ago, and I have been stuffing things in my ass to stretch it out, make it hurt, and just to see if it would fit. I have a zucchini that I whittled down to a good size, cut it to about 11 " and have it stuffed in there right now. I managed to get it all the way in and clench my butt cheeks tight to hold it in and get it further inside me.

I have no idea where the anal desire comes from. I was raised during the '50s, when RTs, supps, and enemas were the order of the day. My mom was an RN, and made good use of all the above. I don't recall any specific time or event that triggered my love for all things anal, but I don't recall ever not liking any of the procedures. I guess I was about 5 or 6 when I started finding little things to insert into my ass. At about 8 or 9, I 'borrowed' the family enema bag and started treating myself to those delights when the rest of the family was gone. I discovered a liking for things inserted into my urethra at about 14 and thus began a lifetime of catheter and sound play.

Moving out on my own at 18 was like a license to play . . . and I did. I got a decent collection of anal toys and have enjoyed the fetish until the present day. Initially, I was devoted to stretching my anus, and got up to a consistent 3" or so. Been fisted many times and a couple of the gal's hands may have slightly exceeded the 3" I was used to, or it could just be the unevenness of the hand that made it feel larger.

Over time, the urge to stretch has moderated. I feel no need to go any larger than I've already achieved. These days, I'm more turned on by depth play. I have tubes and snakes up to 50" and 2" diameter. (Not the same one) I've learned that you can't get 'em all the way in every day, but the days that you can are wonderful. So, about 70 years after I first noticed that I liked the sensation, I continue to play with my ass every chance I get. I don't know what made me like this, but I'm sure glad it did.

ldb

Very well said! Although, I think that a man's brain works In a way that if he encounters a hole, it needs something stuck in it.

Very well said! Although, I think that a man's brain works In a way that if he encounters a hole, it needs something stuck in it.

Guys don't need a reason to have sex, just a place!

My family didn't give enemas or suppositories that I can remember, but I can trace my interest to a hospital stay when I had to be seven.

I'd had a stomach ache that wouldn't go away, and I was admitted to the hospital. I remember my mom telling me to cooperate and promising she'd come to see me every day. (I had siblings at home, so she couldn't stay.) Almost as soon as she left they started in with the butt stuff--a rectal temp, a suppository that burned, an enema, then another enema, then one that was probably barium and really hard to hold, but I had to.

Finally it was over and I was in a ward with other kids of similar age. Rectal temps and suppositories were done in plain view, which was both scary and exciting in a way I didn't understand. In the morning they woke me up to make me drink castor oil, which I vomited, and I got more enemas throughout the day--and throughout the entire hospital stay.

There was no official diagnosis that I was ever told, and no enemas given at home, but I was hooked and found ways to self-administer when there was any privacy.

While Mr. PinotNoir has no interest, if anything were to happen to him, I would certainly consider seeking an enema partner near my own age.

I was about 3-4 when I had a high fever in the kindergarten. The way it was measured by using a rectal thermometer and a suppository to bring the fever down. I remember trying to resist at first, but when they had me lying on my stomach and slid in that cold glass thermometer, something changed inside me. I still remember the feeling of being held down and having it pushed in. That’s where I count the beginning of my story.

Difficult to say, but I think its from I was young in the 70:s and my mom took my temp rectal with that old glass thermometer when I was sick.

And I was laying down and she put some vaselin first and then got the thermometer inside and it needed to stay in for a while.

My mum used to take my temperature with a rectal thermometer but not very often so I'm not sure that was it. I didn't really indulge in anal play until I met my husband.

We people that are into anal activity..... or sounding or catheterization....... electronic stimulation...... heterosexual..... homosexual... bisexual.......... whatever it is................. We are explorers We are curious We are willing to try things the way I see it.........

Society has a lot to do with how in the way we think........... but you got to take society for just exactly what it is.........

I don't put too much love trust and faith within what other people say within society.......

they tell you what you do is........ nasty.......... immoral......... corrupt............. filthy........ dirty........... and sick

Then they accuse you of being different........ Then they tell you you're going to be burning in internal damnation because you're doing something that you enjoy doing as a human being........

there's a lot of saints out there.......... they do no wrong........... they know everything........ society

my father told me something a long time ago........... holds true to this day............ take a good long look at who screams the loudest................. what are they doing behind closed doors?

Quite honestly............. I don't really give a good healthy crap what society thinks of me or what I do.............

all you good people out there you shouldn't care either.......................

you got one life to live.............. if it feels good do it............... by yourself or with a partner........... or other friends😉

For myself it was from finding porn mags & medical books in the house, & started with me sticking my thumb in there. They were way ahead of their time the mags I found & they blew my little mind. Cue a lifetime of me playing with my hole. Of course there were breaks between my obsession over the years. The medical books & a dictionary helped my understanding of anatomy.