As a teen I got enemas whenever I sniffled or was seen listless. It was the family cure all. At about 10 they resulted in erections which my mother would only claim was caused by the enema doing its job, and that it would go away after I sat on the potty. It did, but I secretly liked the experience, so when the opportunity arose, out came the red rubber bulb and my self enemas. I discovered the more bulbs I took, the stronger and harder the erections. So I took as many as I could until the urge to go was impossible to ignore. Frequently at that same time I was experiencing pre cum oozing from the tip of my penis but no real orgasm. One day a visiting Aunt came to help my mom who was about to have a baby. My mom asked her to give me the enema as I had not poopooed in two days. So, being embarrassed that I would get an erection, I told my Aunt beforehand that my mom said it indicated the enema was doing its job. My Aunt smiled and said it also indicated that I was becoming a man and that she knew how to handle it. That she did, as her well lubricated palm grasped my stiffy and sent me into a violent spasm of squirt after squirt of thick semen. I was exhausted but hooked. I eventually was told that I had an extremely sensitive prostate but not to worry over it as it was the case with many pre pubescents boys like me. Then, much later I discovered my wife enjoyed giving enemas to her girlfriend Mable, more on that next time my time permits….