When did you realize enemas turned you on?

Many years have passed, but the memories are still here.

It was the summer of 1959, and I was ten years of age; my parents noticed a small lump showing on my back; a visit to the hospital where my brother had been treated for clubbed feet revealed it to be a shoulder blade, and my parents were told that if something wasn't done, I'd end up in a wheelchair and referred to as Quasimodo.

So I went into hospital two days after Christmas, and into a body cast from the top of my head to just above the knees (with a small wooden bar between the thighs for traction) the next day. Ten days later, six vertebrae were fused surgically, Almost needless to say, my digestive system slowed up due to the antibiotics and inactivity, despite laxatives and several disposable enemas, sommetimes administered by a nervous young male nurse.

But on the third night after the surgery, two mature female nurses came into the pediatric ward (which I had to myself that night; it was a Sunday) and brought with them what I was too young to recognize as an irrigating can. They explained that a little warm water and soap might work better than the squeeze-bottles, and propped me up on two hassocks, on my back with a bedpan underneath.

The ladies appeared to be enjoying their job, but there was no "inappropriate touching", such as lubing my little "rosebud" with a finger, and I don't recall any arousal in my "water works" which wouldn't sprout any hair for nearly five more years -- I was very much a "late bloomer" sexually. And since I'd experienced very little penetration -- not even rectal temps -- it wasn't until one of the ladies prodded in the hole cut to allow my stomach to expand after eating and commented "Better stop; he's getting pretty full." that I realized I had been taking on water for a couple of minutes.

After I had expelled, and with better effect than the disposables, the two ladies left and spent quite a while kibitzing at the desk. But the irrigator and nozzle had been left in plain sight, and I began to wonder how this penetration of an intimate part of my body could leave me feeling a lot better.

A few years later, as Mother Nature finally made up for lost time, I found an unused combination-type bag in a cabinet, and began to experiment with myself. And by the time I finished college and began a job which would keep me moving around for a few years, I had my own equipment, usually stored in the trunk of my car.

It was the beginning of a long and satisfying arrangement.

I was around 16 (Im 18 now) when I "realized" enemas turned me on.

When I was around 8 or 9, and my best friend would tell me about enemas he received when he was sick or constipated!!!

Even though I hated my early childhood enemas, there was always some excitement combined with the dread of having the syringe used on me. This fascination and curiosity led me to get out the bulb syringe and use it on myself when left alone in the house when I was about 13. While squirting the soapy water up my butt I got an erection and realized that the enema could create very pleasurable feelings. From then on I was hooked. My enemas from mom had stopped by then, but I gave myself enemas whenever I had the house to myself. I found it amazing that something I hated and dreaded as a child would turn into something I would willingly do to myself later. When I was little I would do anything to try to avoid a syringing from my mom, but just a few years later I would use the syringe on myself at every opportunity. Looking back now on those early enemas I realize that I had a certain fascination with the syringe and the Ivory soapsuds because when it was announced that I would be getting an enema I would experience butterflies in my stomach along with the sense of dread. It's so strange that something I hated became something I enjoyed. Did anyone else have this type of experience?

When I went into puberty, and I realized that anal stimulation was very pleasurable and enhanced my masterbation enjoyment. Because I received enemas for health reasons as a child (enemas were the cure-all for whatever ailed us as children in our house), it was only natural that I would experiment with what a good enema felt like while I was bringing myself to a climax years later. Yes....the enema felt wonderful, and I've continued to use them over 60 years later.

I was eleven. It was my second enema. When I was four or five I watched my younger brother get one from my mom, he was naked on his back with his legs up kicking, screaming and crying. While was fascinated, I was also scared of having that happen to me.

When I was six and my brother was in the hospital having his tonsils out I got really constipated the doctor prescribed an enema. My grandmother tried to give it too me with me sitting on the toilet. It really hurt when she shoved the bulb in but nothing much happened and she gave up after a couple of tries. The next night the doctor prescribed another one with the bag and but I managed to before I got so I managed to aviod getting it.

But when I was eleven my luck finally ran out. I was home from school and my parents wanted to give my a suppository. I was negotiating / arguing when dad proposed we call the doctor and ask to come over and prescribed a suppository I would let them do it. Well, to my shock and dismay, he said, "He can have a small enema." I was mortified, embarrassed, and very scared. I pulled the comforter over my face and just lay there. The adults continued talking and the doctor asked me what I was doing, and I said I was thinking. I am sure there were smiles, but I didn't see them.

When my mom called me into her bed room, there was towel on the bed a pan of soapy water and the bulb syringe glistening with Vaseline on the nightstand. It looked really ominous. She said, "Allright son. Take off your pants an get up on the bed." Off came the pjs and I crawled up on the bed. I wasn't particularly embarrassed at being naked from the waist down even though I had entered puberty a few months before and started growing some pubic hair. She sat down next me on the bed, filled the syringe and told me to hold my legs up. I did but I was very scared, expecting pain. She inserted the bulb, and it felt really good. It felt great. When bulb went flush against the spot b/w my balls and anus I started to erect. When she squeezed it in the water that felt great to. She gave me four more bulbs and my balls pulled up and I got harder with each insertion and squeeze. When she was through I picked my pj pants and walked to the bathroom.

It would be a few months before I learned what to with that erection, but spent the rest of my adolescence fascinated with enemas. I wanted to talk about them with my classmates I wanted to give them to other kids, and gave them to myself as often as I could.

I was hooked.

I am a little different than most. I found out at a later age (maybe at about 27 or 2😎, I was in a relationship with a very open and kinky woman and we were experimenting with anal, both me giving and receiving. And she was very concerned about being clean back there. So we did some research and found out about enemas. We started out with a cheap bag from walmart and we both found out that the act of cleaning each other out was very pleasurable. So we progressed from there. Now although we are no longer sexually active together we still have a decent online conversation about our kinks. And we both take enemas quite often.

Enemas have always been linked with sexual excitement for me. My first enema was as a very young child, prescribed by the doctor to bring down a high fever. I didn't know what to expect, but I remember that I got an erection.

The idea of an enema turned me on when I first read about them at around 15. That’s why I got into them, using improvised equipment at first. Later on the thrill became a less specifically sexual one — they’re a pleasure distinct from sex.

I was 14 yrs old. I have been turned on by anything inserted in my ass since the age of 5, always had feelings but didn't know what they were. My mother would always yell at me when I was caught by her she called it guttling I even got excited when sticking a crayon up my ass pretending that it was a suppository. But at 14 my girlfriend next door to me showed me that while having an enema you could masterbate and have a orgasm while filling up with water up you're but, we use to practice on each when our parents weren't home.

I have been turned on by anal play since i was young ,over the years i have always used enemas as part of arse play and i feel that i prepares your body for stretching and big toy play .

These days my girlfriend pounds me with her strap on and stretches my hole ,I love it

I think my first one was around 9 years old I was hooked

I had an enema from an RN prior to a surgery for a hernia. The nurse was attractive and when she put lube in my rear with her finger and followed with the enema, I had a super erection. Age 20 at the time. Since the 2 wives of mine showed NO INTEREST in enemas and couldn’t understand this fetish of mine!! Still looking for an enema female (any age over 1😎 play friend 4 Enema Guy

At about age 11 I found several boxes of fleet enemas in a bathroom cabinet. I was turned on by the illustrated directions thinking that it must feel good and looked like fun. I pulled out those boxes only to study the instructions on at least 3 more occasions, noticing my increasing arousal each time. After cross referencing some other material on the subject of enemas, including the Wold Book Encyclopedia entry, I decided it would be safe for me to administer one to myself if I followed the directions closely.

The nervous arousal from the anticipation in planning my first enema endeavor was exquisite. I used Vaseline as the lube, taking a daube from the jar reserved for rectal temperatures that mother kept in her bottom dresser drawer. I took the whole fleet bottle in the Simms position on the first go. I was erect and played with my erection while I waited to expel, but it would be several years before my first productive ejaculation. That expulsion resulted in mixed emotions.

I hid the box and bottle in my sock drawer not wanting to leave it in the bathroom trash and risk discovery by a family member. I planned to dispose of it discreetly when I would have the chore of taking the household garbage to the curb later in the week. Before that time came I found myself filling the empty fleet bottle with tap water to repeat the virgin flight. This time with my butt raised in knee-chest. Wow! I had discovered a new naughty hobby.

For many month I refilled that bottle over and over, eventually discovering that I could squirt the contents of at least 3 bottles into my rectum before needing to expel. I wore bottles out, needing to wait for appropriate interval to take another from the family supply that was periodically restocked. I think it was my grandmother for whom the supply was primarily intended.

It was after puberty, perhaps age 13 or 14 that I discovered my mothers combo bag. That discovery elevated my fetish into a whole new realm.

In all honesty I did not like the idea of getting an enema when growing up. I was happy that I managed to get thru my high school years getting only one. When I went away to college some months I started getting bad PMS symptoms and had started taking Correctal for relief. It generally worked but one month I was out and sought out other girls in the sorority house in hopes of borrowing some, but to no avail. One of the older sisters told me to do what she did, namely do an enema. While I had a folding syringe for feminine hygiene, I was still put off by the idea, but eventually gave in and tried it. It worked, but the enema also left me with a good feeling so I continued doing one each month. Eventually I starting doing an occasional enema even if I wasn't approaching that time of the month. In short, I was hooked.

For me it is not a TURN on or a TURN off.It is just a way of life for me,and I hope for the rest of my life.I have been getting both enemas and suppositories since true infancy for on-going constipation problems.I never mind when my mommy or older sister sister tell me that IT IS TIME for a helper(as they call them).

Only one year ago. I was very constipated and afraid.

But during feeling the water coming into me: I got very excited.

Must have been about 5, a pediatrician with huge hands slipped his finger WAY up my rectum and felt all around inside, it was an incredible sensation. I probably was anal erotic before that, but after I couldn't get it out of my mind. It wasn't until I was old enough to be left home alone that I was really able to indulge.

Jon

Though I found the red bag interesting at an age of 7, I wasn't sexually mature until 11 and didn't have the nerve to try giving an enema to myself until I was 13. Then it was completely in control of me. It got me through school, the military, family events and today relationships helping others share the joy. All I needed was some privacy because my need was never understood. Then with the internet I was able to feel accomplished.

By age 7

Receiving enemas as a young child I was like most, scared, probably around 9 or 10 I realized I liked the process. I can remember the butterflies in my stomach when mom would say "you a need a little enema" even the word would get me excited. It was also around this time I would really like putting most any thing I could find up my ass. It was also around this time that a neighbor friend taught me how to masturbate. That was a lot of years ago and I am still doing the same, masturbating and putting most anything I can find in my ass especially an enema nozzel

As a teen I discovered that taking them increased the intensity of the sexual experience. Took me awhile yo accept

My first enema was at age 10 and I was sold from then on. After the first doctor prescribed enemas my mom started giving me an enema every week or two. These continued until I was 13 when mom had dad start giving me the enemas, but he quickly showed me what to do (like I didn't already know) and I did them myself. Of course, these 'official' enemas were supplemented with many others when I was home alone.

It was during this time when I was emptying the household trashcans (a chore of mine) that I discovered a used Fleet enema in its box in the guest room trashcan. A friend of my mom who had visited must have used it. I squirreled that away in my room until I had some alone time. At first I studied the box and the pictures and the enema bottle itself. I smelled the tip and confirmed it had been used. The next time I had the house to myself I washed it thoroughly and even boiled the nozzle in a sauce pan on the stove. Convinced it was now clean I declared it mine. Initially I would lie naked on my stomach on my bed, insert the nozzle and read the box repeatedly. Or lie on my back with it inserted as I read before going to sleep. Several times mom or dad came in to say good night when I had it inserted but under the covers. I even tried sleeping with it still inserted, but it usually slipped out overnight.

I'd squeeze the empty bottle and give myself an air enema, remove it and fart out the air. Eventually I would fill it with water and give myself a series of quick enemas. Several years later when I finally threw it away, the printing on the bottle had long ago disappeared. Good bye old friend.

I was like six or seven when my doctor stuck his finger up my hiney and felt around because I was impacted. He told my mother to take me home and give me an enema and I would be fine. His finger felt strange but yet good as he moved it around and then slowly pulled it out. From that time on I received an enema either a one quart bag or a few bulbs put into my rose bud hole. every time I got a tummy ache. By the time I reached age 9 I got the connection of the nozzle going into my hole and my penis getting hard.

I went and bought my first eight ounce bulb and waited till my mom and dad went out . Then I got undressed and went into the bathroom and gave myself an enema.

The rest as they say is History.... I was hooked.

I was five years old when I heard the doctor say I needed an enema. My mom had a 2 quart bag. I was on a rug on the floor and she greased the nozzle and inserted it and I heard the "click" and felt the surge of water. I certainly felt better when it was over, in fact it was wonderful. From then on when my mom thought I needed an enema and said she was going to give me one, my heart began to pound fast. I never resisted. later when I was alone in the house as a 12 year old, I found the bag hanging in my parent's closet and went in for a quick, insert of the nozzle. Later when I had time alone I began using the bag filled with water, and what pleasure it brought to me! Even the thought of having time alone for an enema made my penis hard. Now 52 years later, I have met a guy from this site and we meet a couple of times a year for a week of enemas and fun intimate naked times. Having another man who enjoys giving and receiving enemas is wonderful!

It was sort of gradual.

Around eight or so, I decided enemas were "not so bad" and not to be disliked and avoided when mom suggested I needed one.

At ten, I realized I liked getting an enema. I got a "good" feeling from them. I had not yet discovered masturbation or had an orgasm yet but I recognized some good sensations that I did not understand.

By twelve I got to the point of wanting a small enema for those good feelings it gave me. I started giving myself enemas when I was home alone. I also discovered masturbation about the same time. It didn't take long to put the two together and off we go!

I have been fond of administering enemas for quite some years. I first experimented on my self when I was a teenager and found my mothers enema equipment.

I was married to a dazzling nurse who, during nursing school, worked on weekends for a quite-kinky gynecologist. He would have selected patients attend "Saturday clinics" where he would do vaginal dialations with various dildoes -- always ending in orgasms -- repeated enemas and volume douches (quite painful, I am told.) She adored giving me a enemas every Saturday morning where she would fill me to almost three quarts and then milk me until she "got what she wanted." I have adored enemas ever since! What I wouldn't give to have another woman like that in my life ...

I attended a Catholic school, so first thing each morning we went next door to the church for Mass. Somewhere around 7th or 8th grade, I noticed that every time I thought about enemas, I got an erection. Not cool at Mass, but it was almost imoissible to think it down. That's when I made the connection between enemas and arousal.

Just a quick aside here--large volume douches are a very bad idea. Refluxing the fluid into the uterus will cause endometritis. It's an inflammation of the uterine lining. It might require a antibiotics to treat it. Beware. Forcing air into the vagina has caused an air embolus and death.