Where does it stem from? - Anal Play

Excellent thread and very interesting reading all the different perspectives of those who shared their views.

Personally I do not have a definite answer but would like to share something not sexual in nature. When I was a kid my dad liked listening to records of classical music that back then I found boring. However there wasa notable exception: every time he played some music of Bach I immediately loved it. There’s no explanation I can give. My feeling was that that music somehow chose me, rather than the other way around.

Coming to anal sex, something similar could be happening. It is nothing that we choose to love, it just happens.

Bach was a very religious man so he would probably disapprove the comparison, but in a way I like putting his music and my being anal erotic together, as both have provided me with lots of fantastic moments in my life.

@ enemaRoma -- on the religion and Bach question, my best guess is that God finds issue with a whole lot less than some religious folks do. After all, God created both you and your sexuality. I think there may be some folks very surprised to find God's list of offensive things is quite different than their own. Beyond that observation I appreciate your answer very much. There need not be any specific "cause" for that which speaks to our spirits. It is enough to know that it does.

I've posted before concerning orgasmic sensations that originated in my anal area as a young boy. I was having these dry orgasms from the age of 5 or 6. Enemas and the insertion of the nozzle stimulated this even though I disliked getting an enema or RT from mom or grandma. Erections were occurring quite often, but I was too naive to associate them with a sexual response. It wasn't until my first real ejaculation around age 9 that I learned about sexuality. I began inserting the enema and douche nozzles very young. They felt great, especially when I was self administering enemas. Once I understood the ejaculation aspect, I was hooked and explored to discover what was occurring.

As I grew, I was able to trace all of those wonderful sensations from the tip of my penis, all the way down the shaft and into my anus, and ultimately to my prostate. I was amazed that the connection was so much more than the length of my penis. From the base and perineum to the prostate, the stimulation was often more pronounced than penile stimulation. The fact that those numerous enemas and RT's enlightened me, I can associate my anal enjoyment clear back to childhood. While I may have had some feelings of guilt in those early anal activities, I certainly overcame them as I engaged in what would be considered as "normal" sexuality. The anal aspect is merely another area that enhances those wonderful "normal" responses. It's too bad that some view that as abnormal, deviant, or perverted.

I was a soph in college, had the cutest little boyfriend, when one night he asked me if he could stick his finger up my ass.. I said yes, grease up and be gentle. He was. Damn.

I think mine started from the time I used to get heavily constipated or impacted as a child. To try to prevent it happening I was subjected to what were called 'load checks', my tummy would be pushed and felt for tell tale signs of poo inside me and it would always be followed by a Vaseline greased up finger being inserted deep inside me and moved around for a check that seemed to go on forever. I'd be over my parents lap in the diaper change position squirming & kicking around and no doubt crying and it could and would happen at any time out of the blue. I hated these checks when a youngster but now I find them so erotic to play over in my mind. That is undoubtably where my anal play stems from.

I never knew that assholes, and rectums, could be used for pleasurable sex. However, more and more pornographic stories, and videos, showed men and women " enjoying " anal sex. About 2 years ago, I discovered that my rectum could be cleaned with an enema. Experimenting during a shower, I found that I could clean the first 2 inches of my asshole, using soap, water, and my fingers. My fingers smelled clean, and tasted clean, so I bought a dildo, and anal syringe.The syringe cleaned my rectum, and inserting the dildo for 6 inches, came out smelling and looking clean. At the same time, the dildo felt very nice stroking it in my ass for its full length! Since I could clean my ass to my satisfaction, and take a 7 inch dildo with pleasure, I am now ready to lose my anal virginity. Wow!!!

My neighbor, an 11 years old girl, who liked to let me see her butt, unexpectedly, one day asked me to put a small pen (I still remember: it was a red pen) inside her butt-hole. For some years we kept having fun with her butt

@Tillie you remind me my neighbor C....a !!! 😃 what a nice memories !!!!!

Well lubricated rectal thermometers inserted by mom as a child and enemas given first by bulb syringe with soapy water filled and emptied several times later with a Higgenson syringe and finally a fountain syringe. I didn't like the potato starch enemas which I was not allowed to expel but the short children's nozzle entering my anus felt good and the warm thick enema flowing through my anus as mom squeezed the bulb syringe started to give me erections even as I felt violated as. I hated not being allowed to expel the starch enemas.

I didn't like the potato starch enemas which I was not allowed to expel

What were potato starch enemas intended for? I've never heard of this. I would think they would cause constipation, but surely that can't be the reason for giving them?

They were given to cure diarrhea caused by too many antibiotics.

For me,, probably a result of way to many suppositories for all the time I was sick plus rectal temperature taking was the norm in the 60’s

So I’ll guess that is what caused mine

Interesting question!

I think that there is a curiosity that develops at an early age. Perhaps from the rectal thermometer.

I hated having my temp taken. But I was curious to see a bag hanging on the bathtub faucet. It took a while but I began to insert the nozzle. It felt good. And it took more time (college) until I filled the bag and did it. Wow! What an eye opener!!!

I’ve been anally erotic since as early as I can remember. With few exceptions (others touching me there), I’ve always enjoyed things in/around my anus. I don’t believe any childhood experiences (or lack thereof) caused me to be this way. I believe I was born wired this way. And I’m thankful for it. I sometimes feel sorry for the normies who don’t enjoy the incredible pleasure we experience from playing with our bottoms.

@Iris1858 perhaps it is we anally wired folk who are the normal ones? What a pleasure to enjoy this special blessing!! Maybe we just go where others feel ashamed to venture??

Perhaps it is we anally wired folk who are the normal ones? What a pleasure to enjoy this special blessing!! Maybe we just go where others feel ashamed to venture??

@Thursdays_child and Iris1858 I agree with you.

In my case, I suspect it was due to receiving the thermometer in my behind (then being made to insert it myself), as well as suppositories and digital rectal exams when I was a kid. I recall playing with my anus as a child and teen.

I like to think that I know, but it seems we often concoct explanations about our pasts that are appealing to us and reinforce what we want to believe. Anyway— I have always thought that it arose for me from the countless times I was anally penetrated in childhood (mostly thermometers) and also the fair number of enemas and endoscopies I received. That many were done at the hands of pretty nurses likely added to it. So that’s my theory. Suppositories and rectal thermometers from my mother may have factored in.

What little kid hasn’t stuck his finger in his butt hole while in the bathtub and thought, why does that feel so good? I remember mom giving me enemas with a red bulb from about 5 or 6 years old, and liking it. After seeing mom take my little brother’s temperature one day, I went to my bedroom and peeled the paper off of a crayon and pretended to take my temperature. Why does that feel so good? By time I was 8 or 9, I had learned to give myself small enemas with the bulb, as well as sticking things like hairbrush handles in my butt. Why did I do that? Why did I ignore those who said that the anus is dirty, and other than wiping after a poop, it is off limits?

Probably too many suppositories as a kid

Seemed like every time I got sick Dr was sending mom home with them

Both for fever and vomiting

Getting enemas from my mother at and early age to relieve the constipation i suffered from due to oral meds I had to take for an anemic condition were probably what tuned me into the delights of anal play was exhilarating fun. I began exploring that little orifice with my fingers and later with any smooth thing I could find around the house. Later at age eleven, I rediscovered the wonderful sensations of enemas using a douche syringe I found in the bathroom cabinet. That first orgasm with that syringe buried as deep as it would go was enough to hook me from that moment on to the delights of anal play and enemas.

For me I didn’t have any moments with enemas, suppositories, or thermometers. I just remember being curious about it shortly after I discovered and began to get comfortable with masturbation. Maybe as a girl the context is a bit different. I really wanted to explore and see parts of my body that I normally couldn’t, so when laying on my back with my legs up and spread in front of my mirror, my pussy wasn’t the only thing I saw. I also like the feeling of being bent over and pulling my cheeks apart. Feeling the air on my anus was nice, and I liked the feeling of rubbing around it and touching it and just being exposed. Once I got brave enough to insert something, I realized that if I did certain movements I could feel it on the other side of my vaginal wall which was awesome.

I wish I could understand where my anal erotocism comes from, but I don't remember any early experiences, positive or negative, that started it. I've been interested in playing with anal activities since early grade school. Until I found Zity and like sites, I was embarrassed and believed there was something wrong with me. At least now I realize that I am not the only one who Iives with this blessing/curse.

When my sister and I took baths together, I was 4 and she was 6, she taught me the fun of pushing small objects into our bottom holes. We weren't always successful, mostly because we didn't understand the need for lubrication, but it was loads of fun trying.

I have never gotten over the fun of playing with my bum and my wife's bum and having my wife play with my bum with her fingers, her fist, and a plethora of toys.

It never gets old or boring for me.

Thank you, Sis, for introducing me to a lifetime of pleasuring my bum!

Honestly I think I was born an anal erotic. I received many a rectal temp, enema, and suppository in my youth did it contribute to my love of all things anal? Probably. As I grew older I was lucky to find like minded friends both male and female. Playing Dr, and finding various objects to insert into each other. Of course genital stimulation was included and many of us enjoyed our first orgasms while being anally penetrated. I had a few friends who stayed close as we entered high school and was happy to explore anal sex giving and receiving with them. And even initiated quite a few were not into anal, but loved it after my gentle ministrations. I’ve been blessed with quite a few partners who we into anal exploration as much as I, and honestly believe I will enjoy anal as long as I continue to breathe and spread my cheeks.

I’ve been anally inclined as long as I can remember. In my case, I think it all started like this…. As a very young kid, I was the frequent recipient of enemas from my grandmother and suppositories from my mother. Why? I was chronically constipated. So much so, my bowel movements were always HUGE, FIRM AND somewhat (satisfyingly) painful as they really stretched my hiney hole to its limit. My stools were so large, they often plugged up the toilet….all this while being a 5 or 6 year old kid! After a while, I came to LOVE sitting on the toilet passing my HUGE turds which took several minutes to completely pass. Back in the 1950’s, at my elementary school, the toilets were “open door” and you could see everyone having BMs and vice-versa. I had a friend who became an almost daily toilet buddy during our lunch break. We really enjoyed each other’s company, sitting on opposite (Yes, facing!) toilets spreading our legs apart — revealing to each other our “progress”. We were both really slow shitters — Each often taking 10-15 minutes — savoring the nice anal sensations as things gradually moved through our stretched sphincters! By the time I was 9 or 10, I started having errections with BMs…. Today, I still enjoy a nice, relaxing BM and love all the pleasurable anal feelings obtained by putting toys in my hiney hole.

The interest was initially shameful as a pre-teen, though undeniable. My parents’ discomfort with nudity and bodily functions didn’t help.

I think the slight shift happened when exploring with my bff, around age 14. She was very sweet and comfortable with both our bodies. The first time I saw her bottom hole, I know I was nervous and hesitant, but tbh it was to my eyes so pretty and adorable and tender… I just loved it and that she allowed me to see her like that. And she was explicit in telling me how beautiful mine was.

I owe her a lot, looking back 😃😇

I was seven when it started. Mom had taught me to relax and just let my enema fill my tummy for her. Hhmm, an opportunity to please her. I had seen dad be comical with an enema belly, and so i reasoned, if it could be fun for him, the condition had to be in there somewhere. And i asked her to show me how. (i have been zity warned not to color in this kind of kiddie stuff here too graphically. 🤷‍♂️) Mom helped me to pay attention and discover sensations that were there, but that i was just not tuning in on them, like we do when playing the radio, she said, to get the different signals [years before Television]. That if i felt a little static in there, i should stop and see if i could notice what it was saying or whispering and listen quietly to whatever it might be. She started giving me little clues, starting with a chilled rectal thermometer. I picked up the signals, (but not that she was triggering them). Just that this was supposed to be a real good thing, like fun even. I learned to be played, but not to play. Learning to play, i discovered, was a whole other realm. When i reported the discovery to one of my older cousins, he suggested i let him put a finger in my butt. Yes, OK, of course. People do this. I turned at his instructions and opened my fanny for him to go for it. 🤷‍♂️Always the wise guy, he crooks his finger in there and pulls me around a little bit, like, "I got ya!"

I was always too busy to drink enough water and even thought going without water showed masculine strength. So a couple years later i reported that i was turning inside out and showed it to him. I could push some inner parts out my butt. Right away, believe it or not, {i think he must have had some older neighbor boys playing with him} he wanted to stick his pecker into it. Farm kids are exposed to all kinds of animal husbandry. So i took it in as the way to discover a more mature experience. We were growing up. 🤷‍♂️

I went through a year or more of being sick. First with Scarlet fever, and then Rheumatic fever, missing the 7th grade and some of the 8th. Then, summer before starting highschool, I started exercising mom and dad's red bag and hose set, learning to like it more and more as I was recuperating. When bro and sis felt sickly, I offered and they partook as well. I did all I could to make it a happy time for each one of them. Then one of my sisters brought a friend that was feeling to need it. I was asked to show them the way by letting them watch me. After I got myself cleaned up, they were giggly about getting the water treatment. They had drawn straws for who took it first. The friend was very nervous over her fate. So, I asked my sis if we could just do like we had done before, only let the other one take off her panties while helping do things with us. The friend insisted i take off my pants as well, to be fair. I encouraged them to take this serious. More giggling and finally my sister took her place while her friend assisted in a bottomless- Next! Arrangement. Me filling myself is far different than what was about to be revealed. I turned this into an affectionate health demonstration, loving my sister, not just putting water up her fanny.

They were in the 6th grade, zity liabilities require that we stay with historical black and white. All tummies were treated and mine twice,, as they did it on me again, before the friend put herself under our care, demonstrating stuff I had not done to myself, especially pertaining to proper and very necessary lubricant selection and application. Each constantly talking with descriptions of both procedures and things felt, . Enough said. A delightful "school Field Trip" that would bring in more students wanting to go with us.

Doubt that it started with your first RT or enema, just your first exposure to anal pleaure. What you love others who experienced the same with no further interest

.Some of his us are just wired! I don’t think it stems from any early experiences. It’s there or it’s not

My wonderful neighbour, retired RN, has been my muse and councillor for a very long time. There is nothing she doesn't know about me. I once asked her what the source of my anal fixation might be and suggested a couple of theories. Typical Sue she smiled and said "why worry, just feel free to enjoy what is special to you and play carefully"..