When did you realize enemas turned you on?

I was nine or ten when I walked in on my friend's mom in the bathroom at their house. She was giving herself an enema, and was nude and lying on her back on the floor. She was much younger than my mom and definitely a milf. There she was in all her glory, with her legs in the air and that tube sticking out of her ass. She had one hand touching her crotch. I stood there for a moment in disbelief at what I was seeing, and she quickly (and politely, under the circumstances) told me I needed to leave. I never told anyone except her daughter what I had seen. But the scene has stuck in my mind since then, and still gives me a tingle.

First time I realized the enema causes erection when I was 11 y.o. And at 13 y.o. I started using an enema during masturbating.

I started to get erections about 8 or 9 while getting enemas. I had my first orgasm that produced sperm over my mom's lap during a series of bulb enemas at age 12. I had no idea what had happened and was scared that something was wrong. My mother laughed, sat me up on her lap and explained what had happened. She said it was time to switch me to the bag. After i was on the bag, she would tell me to hold my penis and point it away from her, in case I had another "accident". Truthfully, it is very difficult to lay there getting enemas, holding your erection without moving your hand, lol. I did have frequent "accidents" during enemas. My mom said it was normal for boys.

I was 12 and i used japanese style enema and i loved it. later on i found i loved it and made me horny!

When i stumbled upon an old group about military exams. It was an awesome read about how the intrance exams used to be and how the recruits were treated. There was one post that really got me. A girl was bent over for her rectal exam and the dr did a DRE and found that she was in need of a througough clensing... I then had something new to search. When that group folded i found you guys!

I was about 5 or 6 when I realized that the tingley feeling between my legs was directly connected to the feeling created by the nozzle going into my bottom. No matter how much of a fuss I put up, as soon as I felt the nozzle go in I went still so I wouldn't miss any of that sensation.

Enemas for me was a progression from suppositories, as a child I only ever got suppositories. One night I started to muck around with the shower hose in the bath, holding it against my bottom which gave me very strange but addictive sensations.

I would do this most times when having a bath. As I got older, I had the nerve to insert the hose completely, The warm water shooting up my bum gave me a real buzz.Then in my teens I made a primitive enema and used that until I was able to buy my first real red bag job.

Thinking back now, that early bath play was when I was hooked.

The fist time I had a douche nozzle slid in me

I think it probably occurred when my mother finally relented and gave me my first bag enema that I had been literally begging for for at least 3 months. My neighbor friend, a girl, had told me that her Mother had started giving them to her one day and that she really enjoyed the warm feeling of the water filling her. Mom, at that point, had stopped giving me bulb enemas and had switched primarily to castoria to help me with my bathroom problem. It took me enlisting her mother's help to convince her to give me one and that my friend was not easy in its self. I even begged Mam Maw to help me out and she tried one time. It didn't work. Seems Mom didn't want to even talk about it. But, like the old saying goes, if one does not succeed at first, try, try again. And Mam Maw did! When she left the house, Mam Maw came and sat on the porch swing beside me and told me that Mom had relented and was willing to give me one. But, there was a problem. She did not have an enema bag in the house and she told me that she was going to the drug store to get one. When she returned she had a Rexall Victoria combination syringe with her. She sat down again beside me on the swing and showed me the new enema bag. I hugged her neck and se went in with the new bag, . I thought my Mom would call me in and give it to me right then, but she didn't. In fact, Mom surprised me one Saturday morning with that enema. She had prepared it for me in my bathroom, before she came to my bedside to wake me up. I guess it was the entire process, from begging, to convincing her mother to hep my quest, to granny buying Mom a syringe, to Mom waking me up and taking me into the bathroom where I saw that lovely red combination syringe hanging beside the commode waiting for me that hooked me.

I liked to have things put into my rectum. As a child I had dreams of that. Then I discovered that one reason for doing so was to have an enema, I have enjoyed them ever since I was able to sneak one by myself. Our family never did them so I had to learn by myself. I also had a lesson from the woman who gives me colonics to make sure I had done it right and also to have someone else give me an enema. It felt great! My wife thinks enemas are filthy, s none there.

I was 8 and given on e in the hospital ad I loved it. That nurse helped me out of the bed while holding it in. She walked me up and down the hall twice before I was allowed to let it go. then she stood in the doorway and watched. humiliating and i was so turned on. I loved it

It started when I was 7 or 8; my mother administered my first enema per the doctors orders to help me get over a stomach "flu" that had hung on longer than the typical day.

Just the feel of that enema nozzle (long black rectal nozzle common in the '50's) sliding into my rectum and stimulating all those anal nerve endings was all it took to make me a believer and hooked for life.

I was hooked and experimented from then onward when I was home alone; I'd grab the enema set and enjoy all the stimulation from self administering a set of enemas.

The very first one I ever got at the age of 4.

I guess around the time of puberty it all came together. I remember as far back as eight years old or so that while most of my friends and cousins complained about how nasty enemas were, I secretly enjoyed the ones I got, and by ten or eleven was giving myself enemas because it was fun. But at that time it was not sexual, just a good feeling. Then about thirteen or so while giving myself an enema I masturbated and for the first time I made the connection. And the rest, as they say, is history.

I was a kid. I had some kind of cold and my mother gave me my first enema. It was in the bathroom. She had hung some strange red rubber bag from the curtain rod that had a long rubber tube hanging from it. She placed me over her lap, pulled my panties down, spread my tushy cheeks and inserted a lubricated childs enema nozzle up my anus. After opening the hose clamp, I can still remember her holding my cheeks together with her hand to prevent any leeks. To this day, if I see an enema bag hanging from the shower rod, I get aroused.

I was around 12 -- usually I have used bulb syringe, performing a few shots and then expel (masturbation was done afterwords naturally...). I think those were mainly about the anal pleasure, however, I have realized very early that the bigger volume of water makes the excitement stronger. Thus, I have made some trials with enema can without any success.

This lasted for many years but I had kept the trying on. Unfortunately the internet did not exist that time, so information on enemas was fairly poor, though I had access to many medical books.

Finally I have found out that the sraight enema nozzle does not work to me so that I gathered a rectal tube. As I remember I was twenty when I could have been able to give a real high enema to myself; it was a real turn on.

At about 7 I started playing with the enema set my parents kept in the bathroom. I would fill the hose with water, tried all of the nozzles. Never got hard until I was about 11 when I started playing with myself and using the bag. Did not get my first orgasm until later. sometimes it was a lot of enjoyment sometimes just plain unpleasant. I still had not learned to get the water temp. right.

One night I was masturbating in bed when I got an orgasm. I could not wait to try this with an enema. I WAS HOOKED FOR LIFE111

I guess around 8 or 9, I finally realied the pleasure of bing over moms lap and the tingling as she gave bulb after buld of hot ivory soap watder been hooked since!

I think I was 9 or 10 when I first realized I really enjoyed the sensations of receiving an enema. At first I was so timid going across her lap for the treatment, then over time it was incredible anticipation of the nozzle penetrating my sphincter and entering my rectum. Unfortunately I never enjoyed the type of relationship with my mom that allowed me the bravery to admit to her how much I enjoyed this. Needless to say, I do what I can now to let my daughter understand that pleasurable sensations are normal.

When I was in the first or second grade I had to have my tonsils taken out. Back then it involved about 3 days in hospital. My mother told me that I had to have an enema (I was clueless as to what it was) and that if she didn't give me one the nurse at the hospital would and it would hurt more there than at home. I remember my mom preparing the bag, and sitting on the toilet and put me across her lap. She lubed me up and used the small nozzle with the red bag hanging in the shower curtain. I remember complaining and whining that it hurt but all the while I was fascinated as to what was happening. when I was admitted to the hospital a nurse gave me a suppository. Between these two events my anal eroticism was born. When i got home i was fascinated with my butt and began to put my fingers and other things up it. When I hit 10-11 years old I would sneak enemas when I could. I have been an off again, on again klysmo, and glad I found this site and that I'm not alone in my interest.

I was a teen and my mom took me into the bathroom and asked why the bag, bulb, nozzle were damp. I made up some silly sounding reason. My asked of I knew what it was for, I said NO. Of courese mom did. She showed me by giving me 3 enemas.

While a patient in a childrens hospital in Boston during the 40s era for twelve years ,I received my first enema for surgery prep at age seven.The nurses use a funnel and red colon tube to give me the enema.I never felt so good before.The warm green soap solution ovverwhelmed me with pleasure and got me hooked forever and I never looked back.At age 78,I can't wait for the next enema.

At about 10 I filled my mom douche syringe that was hanging in the bathtub and gave myself a quick enema while the babysitter was watching TV.

I was in my forties when I discovered the pleasures of taking enemas and have never looked back and for many years collected many vintage and newer red rubber enema bags!

I was 'emotionally' charged towards enemas at a very young age- at least by third grade. by fifth grade I was sneaking enemas. In seventh grade I experienced my first orgasm following an enema....

About 8 or 9 they began to feel good. I would sneak one whenever i was alone with the bag for long enough. Did not masturbate until later but soon tied the two together and I was hooked for life!

As I began exploring my body I soon connected anal stimulation with a climax it has bee great

I was 11 on my back when mom inserted the bulb syringe and shield pushed up against my prostate. Based on watching my brother kicking and screaming when he got get one a few years before I was expecting pain. It felt great.

My mom gave me enemas from a young age and I liked them , her sister my aunt was the same age as my big sister started to give me enemas with my sister. I remember there cotton panties would be wet and there nipples would be hard. They taught me about sex and self pleasure both are gay and to this day are heavy into sexual enemas as I am.

Basically as soon as I was old enough to realize what a "Turn On" is.

The very first enema I ever got when I was 4 was a mixture of pleasure and pain. I didn't understand yet how something could be both pleasurable and painful at exactly the same time. Not even going back and forth, but at the same time!