Anyone else have similar bulb stories?

I only had a few enemas as a child, but the red bulb syringe was always in the medicine cabinet and by the time I was about 11 or 12, I would sneak the bulb out when no one was home. At first I would just grease it up with some vaseline and lay on the bathroom floor and slide it in my tight hole and just leave it there while I played with my erection, which happened immediately at the thought of the enema, until I had an orgasm (at first dry, but later with ejaculations). I Did that whenever I was alone. After a while I would experiment with moving the nozzle around once it was all the way in, or sometimes moving it in and out. I loved the feeling of the nozzle sliding in my anus. Just the thought of it could make me pitch a tent in my pants! I didn't actually give myself an enema with water until I was on my own and I got the nerve up to go to the pharmacy and buy my own enema bulb. Then I started with just water and eventually did some soapy enemas.

I had a married buddy I knew from school. He wasn't totally satisfied at home so he would come by my place when he had the chance and we would have some play time with each other. I used to leave the enema bulb out on the bathroom sink in plain sight hoping he might take the hint and suggest we use it on each other. But he never did, so mostly it was just jo, bj, and anal when we were prepared with condoms. Otherwise we would just finger each other's hole. Had a great time with him but we haven't been in touch since the pandemic.

Would love to hear about anyone with similar experiencs.

I also found a big bulb syringe in the bathroom closet when I was 11 or 12. It had a big curved douche nozzle on it. I slathered it in vaseline and slowly slid it up my ass. It must have been 8 inches long with holes along the sides and felt wonderful. I liked to "wobble" it around in my ass. Pulling it slowly out felt almost as good as sliding it in. I know if I had been a little older I would have been shooting streams of cum. Wish I had one of those bulbs now and someone to slide it into me.

From as early as I can remember I got small enemas with a red bulb syringe. I didn’t mind them and when I was about 9 or 10 I started giving myself enemas with that bulb which was conveniently kept under the sink in the bathroom. A few years later I came across a larger white bulb syringe with a large nozzle in mom’s bedroom. From the pictures and description on the box I concluded it was a douche syringe. I never used it but years later as an adult I bought a Faultless bulb douche syringe to see what that big nozzle would feel like in my butt. Pretty good! After many different bulbs and bags over the years I still like giving myself an enema with a bulb from time to time for variety. It is a pleasant reminder of how it all started.

I remember those pears well. Ours were not pink, but orange. I had a lot of them, especially when I was 6 years old. I didn't mind, though I didn't like them, causing childish embarrassment at having to be without panties in front of young women and even girls. Most likely, most children at this age did not experience such emotions, some themselves quite calmly took off their panties and lay down for the procedure. Although this did not stop them from whimpering during its implementation. I also had an orange pear at home, I rarely used it. I don't know who used it, maybe my mother, or maybe my sisters.I remember taking it when no one was home and laying my feet on the mirror with my panties down or off, trying to replicate that childhood experience.I was more interested in how I was seen by those who were watching me from behind. For some reason, we hoped that we didn’t see much, but to my shame the review was excellent. When I lay on my stomach with legs apart without panties, the observers could see not only my anus, but also my scrotum and penis.

I think I was 7 or 8 years old when I played, older girls talked me into playing hospital so I could be a patient. I don't know how, despite my childish shyness, they convinced me to do it. First I had to strip down to my panties. And then, of course, their removal. It looks like they had a plan in advance. The orange pear was taken from the locker. The girls clearly knew what was being done and how. They tried to pump me with water and air. But when they inserted it not skillfully, then probably the plastic tip damaged my mucous membrane and I cried.