Outdoor enemas

I've done outdoor enemas many times behind my house. It is so nice and relaxing, quiet, watching the stars. And there's a certain kinda naughtiness to it. 😉

I have often dreamed of an outdoor enema but never lived in an area where it was possible. In my dreams, I would use the garden hose set on low pressure. On a warm, clear summer night with a full moon, I would insert the nozzle and lay back and wait for a slow filling. When the pressure gets too intense, just relax and expell. Then refill as many times as desired. I am sure this would lead to a few intense orgasms. A partner would just inhanse the intense pleasures of the evening. Two garden hoses would be handy to have. How about an enema garden party?

Possible to use a Camelbag connected to a in line pump . . . with a large olive nozzle. Imagine all possible combinations . . .

Susie--While it is true that you would be injecting unknown millions of micro-organisms, they are adapted to the salinity of the ocean which is not the same as the salinity of the human body. Our ancestors evolved and left the ocean so many billions of years ago when the ocean's salinity was a lot less. I doubt that today's oceanic organisms would survive long in our gut.

hankb

^^^^ That's not something I want to find out on myself.

You are making a big assumption regarding the pathogenicity of unknown organisms in an enema.

When camping, I have taken enema using lake or stream water. I use water purification tablets, and boil it to kill anything that might harm me.

I have a few opportunities. I have a yard with a wood fence and trees that shield me from direct view of the neighbors, but somehow it still makes my heart pound to expose myself in the yard. (Yes - Hubby was not around. He would not understand).

1) I have used the garden hose several times. It made me feel "slutty", but was an interesting experience. I have no idea how much water I actually took. Adjusted for a slow flow and quit when I felt full, then hobbled to the inside bathroom to expel.

2) I took a bag outside with a bit of soap. Hung it from a nail on the fence, put it all in and trotted inside to expel hoping I would not leak and make a mess on the way.

3) I took a full bag in the house, then expelled on the lawn, just to say I did it. Had to get rid of a few lumps. Just like picking up after a dog.

4) While on vacation in Hawaii, feeling like I needed an enema, After dark I took an empty water bottle with me as I waded out to about boob deep . Pulled aside my suit bottom and squeezed in just one bottle of salt water. I held it till I got back to the condo and had a nice BM. Probably the most risky thing I have done, but no after-effects.

I love outdoor enemas and have several pictures in my Gallery pictures out by the pool.

Outdoor settings and enemas don't appeal to me! I much prefer bathroom enemas!

. . . .3) I took a full bag in the house, then expelled on the lawn, just to say I did it. Had to get rid of a few lumps. Just like picking up after a dog. . . . .

Next time expel in the garden! It's great fertilizer.

On my bucket list!

Susie--While I now live maybe 1500 miles from the nearest salt water, I grew up in Hawaii and swam in the ocean. Countless billions over the so many million years of Man's existence have, too, and we all have swallowed ocean water, thereby taking in its micro-organisms. I do not doubt that many of these organism made it into the large intestine, and somehow, we all survived the experience. I doubt that taking ocean water in from the other end will cause any trouble, but because of where I live, I am unable to test the hypothesis.

hankb

To add to the question ... What was the most enjoyable part of your outdoor enema?

I have posted before about beach enemas using crushable old 2-litre milk jugs that the tide often washes up. Just rinsed them with coarse sand, and took a long walk away from the nearest people at dusk on a deserted beach. Stroll down to a rock pool, fill the jug, stroll up out of the waves, slide the speedos to one side and squat over the mouth of the jug, positioning it against my anus. Then simply sink down on to the jug, which duly crumples, sending a delicious jet of cool, clean sea water into me. When my bum touches the sand, get up and stroll back to the rocks. By then I have about 1,5 litres of water inside me. Rinse the jug well (in case there is any shot on the mouth of it). Restore its shape by blowing into it. Refill with sea water.

Refill self as above - perhaps twice more. Now set off home. See how far I can go before I can't hold it any more with 4,5 litres on board! Sea water is hypertonic, and draws water into the bowel! I never made it beyond about 200 meters.!

Susie, I have done this well over 200 times. Perhaps I was lucky; perhaps the nasties where I lived then (I've moved) were not nearly as hostile to me as my gut was to them; perhaps there weren't that many. I don't know.

Sometimes I would go fill a 6 litre water dispenser with sea water and take it home and just do a regular enema with it. Never a problem.

But I take your point. I do not advocate that anyone else do this, unless they PM me to get the details of place to do what I did. Even then I would caution that what was OK for me might not be for someone else.

Johnny

Elutheros--Thanks for telling us your story.

hankb

I love outdoor enemas. However, I live in the northern part of the country so the season for that is not long. Also, the mosquitoes can be a problem early in the summer. July and August are the prime time for outdoor enemas. I probably get only one or two chances each year.

I am very fortunate to own a farm close to the small town where I live. There is an area screened from the rest of the countryside by trees but on higher ground so I can see anyone approaching on the road from either direction. Another option is the corn field in late summer when the corn is eight feet tall.

I get naked from the waist down, hang my two quart bag, and take the enema. Then I like to walk around, holding the enema for as long as it is comfortable. When I need to expel, I just let it go with abandon between my legs and splatter all over. I make sure I have a jug with plenty of warm water to clean up.

Yes, outdoor enemas are exciting! My house is somewhat secluded. The house next to me is about 75 yards away with some trees between us. Several years ago my neighbors were having a cook out party one night. Just before dark I stripped and prepared a two quart enema, inserted my large butt plug enema nozzle and walked around inside my house, carrying the bulging enema bag, until it was dark. When I was sure it was dark enough I turned off all the lights, went out my back door and slowly walked about 40 yards for my house, hung the bag from a low hanging tree limb, got down on my elbows and knees with my butt turned up toward my neighbor's house and then opened the flow clamp just one click so it would take longer for me to take all of the enema. I could clearly hear the conversations going on next door and thought about how my butt had to be "shining" as the enema slowly flowed into me. I stopped the flow several times to make it last longer and wondered what it would be like if I got caught. I was rock hard and throbbing as I finally made my way back inside.

When the weather is warm again I think I will have my lady tie me, nude over a saw horse in my back yard one night. leave me there while she comes back inside to prepare my enema and then give it to me slowly using our inflatable butt plug nozzle. I am sure the anticipation will be very exciting...

I have yet to fill outdoors, but I enjoyed expelling outside a number of times this fall.

We live in 10 mostly wooded acres. I have little difficulty retaining 2 qts so long as the solution is mild. Coffee is my favorite solution for one of these "enema treks." I take my enema in the bathroom fully clothed with just my pants down. As soon as I empty the bag I pull up my pants, stash the equipment, and hightail it out toward the tree line.

The excitement is such a charge. The fluid sloshing in my gut. The occasional cramp. The increasing peristaltic waves. On a few occasions I've managed to do a few chores while holding, but in short order I start a determined hike into the woods.

Once I find a pleasing spot, I brush back the duff to reveal some earth. Sometimes mossy, sometimes grassy, often raw soil. I drop my trousers. Sometimes I remove them and my boots, sometimes I leave them around my ankles. I lay down on my back and stare up and around at Mother Nature. I feel so dreamy lying partially filled and partially clothed.

When the time is right I let loose. I'm careful to raise my feet up, sometimes knees to chest, if I've left my boots and pants on. If I'm nude from the waste down im much more free in choosing my position.

Voiding on the soft earth is a wonderful feeling. The aromas of the expulsion mixed with the musky, mushroomy arboreal scents relaxes me further. The sensation of bits of forest floor stuck to my naked skin is titilating. I find myself moaning and sighing as the fluid is released.

If I am of the mood, sensual erotic massage of my manhood and ejaculation can be part of the process.

Temps here are now often in the single digits, so outdoor sessions will likely wait until spring, or at least for temps closer to freezing. I'm planning the logistics for an outdoor fill, but I must incorporate some stealth in hauling the gear out of the house. Reading through this great thread has helped immensely as I formulate and fantasize about my plans.

I had an enema outdoors once. We lived in the country on about 10 acres of land, most of it in woods. I took my combo bag and a blanket out into the woods and hug the bag on a tree branch. After I had filled, I expelled the enema into a shallow hole and covered it over. I never did that again because I had heard there were snakes in those woods.

Some snakes are so good in the ass , but not all of them !

Right there Arthur--Though ya wouldn't like our snakes--they pack a nasty punch...not the good kind either.

Never done an outdoor. Never taken one indoors and gone out to expel either.

However, when I was in my teens I had a fantasy of digging a hole out behind the storage shed and going out there to expel after dark. Never did it, but thought about it many times.

I've done many out behind the house on a warm summer night. I lie a towel down and hook bag on faucet, open the clamp for a slow fill and gaze at the stars. Very quiet and relaxing, and a certain naughtiness to it. 😉

I discovered enemas before I was even a teen. That was a long time ago (I'm 70 now). I remember once, I was playing in the garden of the house where I lived, and I took a garden hose, which had a nozzle on it, and used it to squirt water up my butt. And, once when I was a teen, I actually did do what Quincy said he was fantasizing about -- I took an enema and then went outside to expel it in the dark.

Many years later, I hooked up with a friend who had a cabin in the woods. Very private. He gave me several outdoor enemas.

I did enemas outdoors many times in the woods and when camping. This all started after accidentally sitting on a two way garden sprinkler, and later a garden hose in my back yard. Years later I did it in the woods using a rubber squeezable bulb, filling it with water from a stream. Sometime after that I took the hanging bag with nozzle and hose from our bathroom placed it into my back pack, went into the woods, and filled it with water from the stream. Expelling was exciting because I did it standing up, shooting a stream out my rear. Afterward I cleaned myself in the stream.

My wife used to give me enemas when we used to go camping

Took a few out in the woods while camping....very cool experience. just let the stuff go naturally on the ground......not have to worry about it. refill.repeat.

I have not done an enema out in the woods and doubt that I ever will, for I am not a camping type. Having said that, though, be sure when you squat that you do not get into poison ivy. My daughter somehow got it in her crack and it was misery. I one time got it on my genitals and it was an itch I could not scratch. So, just be careful.

hankb

I expected I would wait for warmer spring weather to expel outdoors again, but I just couldn't resist the call of the wild.

A few days ago, despite temps in the high teens (F), I dressed warmly wearing sweatpants and jeans with no underwear. I took 2 quarts of warm coffee into my colon, hiked up my britches, and went for a stroll in the woods. At about the 15 minute mark I lowered my pants to my knees and grabbed hold of a stout sapling. I leaned back into a semi-squatting position and let loose. Looking over my shoulder I could see the black stream making a hole in the snow, little whisps of steam rising.

A little more hiking and three more stops for release encores had me in a delightful mood enjoying nature and it's call.

I went indoors and started promptly on doing a load of laundry.

I love having them outside, and this has usually been at night time in the summer. Sometimes this has been while camping bt occasionally I have just driven to a nice spot somewhere. I'll find myself a nice tree somewhere remote, hang the bag up and get under it with a blanket or something. Being out in nature is amazing and the the added thrill of being outside and being caught is all the more exciting. It also makes it easy to expel as the world is a bathroom when you're outside near bushes.....