Sneaking Enemas as a Kid

I had posted before that I liked the small bulb enemas I got from mom and when I was about 12 I got caught giving myself another one after she had given me one and I was supposed to be finishing up on the toilet. She stopped giving them to me after that but the red bulb remained in the cabinet under the bathroom sink where I used it whenever I had the chance. Then a couple of years later it disappeared. I thought she had thrown it out to keep me and my brother from using it on ourselves. One day while snooping around I found it stashed away in the spare bedroom with some other baby stuff no longer needed. So now, even though it was not as convenient as when it was under the sink it was still available for me to retrieve whenever I was left home alone. I just had to make sure it was dried off well and put back exactly as I found it.

When I was about 9 my mother told me that, if I ever felt like I wanted an enema all I needed to do was ask, so I never felt the need to use one on my own. Then, when I was 13, my parents went out one night and left me at home to take care of my self. I just happened to find my mothers enema hanging in the shower. I knew what it was and what to do with it and just couldn't resist.

Enemas from mom stopped at about 12. In my teens I would sneek them when nobody was home . I would use mom's davol Comfy if I had the time. I set everything up as mom had . Rubber pad on the bed etc. had on just PJ bottoms. Used soapsuds , Ivory. The anticipation befor the enema was a big part of it for me. Butterflies in tummy.

I found it easy to "sneak" my enemas as a child since both parents worked and our bag hung in the lone bathroom's closet on a hook in the wall. Since we were on "half-days' in school due to over-crowding, we got home about 2:45PM which left a good two hours to indulge myself before having to worry about adult interventions in my erotic play events. I ran many a quart of plain or soapy solutions into and out of my rectum in those early days and enjoyed it all immensely!

Question to 'davcom': why, when you're home alone, would you put on pj bottoms to self-administer or sneak an enema.

When my sister and I would do enemas at home, we were nude well in advance of the e-time because we got home from school several hours before mom and dad got home from work ... and mom had taught us how to self-administer, so there was no need to sneak them .... we just did them.

Most of the fun was the different positions we'd try ... my sister took one standing on her head, while my favorite was to be on my back and then to into that upside down bicycle position we would do in gym class.

That was the additional fun part of doing enemas in our younger days.

All the time after I was in junior high school. I often had the house to myself while I took and afternoon shower and enema.

In 1946, I started "sneaking enemas" about age 8. When my parents found out (telltale wet bags etc), they were so upset they sent me to a child psychologist. She dismissed the habit as non pathological and harmless. Only when I was 14 or so and had my first ejaculation induced by a bag enema with a douche nozzle did I really get into large enemas (or should I say they got into me).

I turned out to be a clinical psychologist teaching and practicing at a well known research university. In 40 years or so of practice, I was able to help several patients understand that their enemarotic desires were not pathological if not common.

Oh yea, very guilty of this. Not only did I sneak them at home, I also managed to try out every one of my friends mother's enema equipment and of course, all relatives. Never got caught!

Oh yea, very guilty of this. Not only did I sneak them at home, I also managed to try out every one of my friends mother's enema equipment and of course, all relatives. Never got caught!

I did this too. One of my habits was to head into the bathroom of a friend or relative and see if they had any enemas. If they did, I usually made use of them. I often wonder of I ever got anyone else blamed for using the gear. Hope not.

After about age 12 I,d take any opportunity my Mom was gone to break out her bag and give myself 3 or 4 enemas if I had the time. Usually jacked off a couple times too.Sometimes I,d get to wanting a enema so bad I,d wish she,d go to the store and I,d make up some excuse to stay home. Oh yeah! Jim.

Yes I snuck them as a kid. First with the bulb syringe when taking a bath. Then later when I was home from school before mom got home from work I would take a nice bagful. Mom figured out that I took them from the wet bag in the bathroom when she or dad had not used it. One time she found a nozzle where it should not have been. She just mentioned she had been cleaning out a drawer. So she knew for sure.

Guilty of everything @faultless50 is. Never got caught either.

Of course I did, and never did get caught. One of the nicest ones I discovered was at my aunt an uncles house whom we used to visit periodically. I found their enema bag-kit on the top shelf in the bathroom, and inside was a nice slender, approximately 18" long red rubber colon tube. Boy, did I ever enjoy feeding that rascal up my butt and giving myself a nice enema whenever I had the opportunity, when no one else was home. Sometimes I'd climax just feeding that well lubed tube up my behind. Often thought years later that it sure would be nice to have a nice female enemate who would do that for me.

Absolutely. I started using my mothers pumpkin style bag at around 7 years old. Both my Aunt and my mother shared the same habits, so when we visited, I used her big old red faultless bag...Never did get caught, because I always dried out the bags before putting back. It was a lot of fun in those days.

By the time I was about 9 my mother worked, and I would be home alone after school for a couple of hours.

Because I had been given enemas, and I loved them, I knew where the Davol open top bag was kept. So a couple of afternoons a week I would give myself enemas. I just kept doing them until it was getting close to when my parents came home, so I would take as many as time would permit.

Usually, by the last enema what came out was clear water.

My norm was to need to have a BM when I got home from school, and I already knew enemas felt best if I already had to go. Most days I could take the entire two quarts no matter how strong the urge had been. In fact to feel a strong urge to poop made the enema even better, that struggle to get it all in.

There were probably days I did as many as 8 or 10 enemas, but the feeling was never as good as when the chunks were flying. Being an adventurous type I learned to make balls of toilet paper and shove as many as a dozen or more inside, do an enema, catch them on the way out and do it again. Even with the enema they would pick up a nice coating of mucous, so I could slide them in easily.

I never got caught, but did get some comments about using so much toilet paper, I think one time when I was really into seeing how many I could get inside me I used an entire roll.

So to this day, toys or enemas, I love things shoved deep inside, and some of the silicone nozzles available today are a big turn on. I find it really erotic and exotic to get one all the way across the transverse colon and either use an enema while sliding it in, or better still filling to capacity while it is all the way across to my cecum.

Creates a super orgasm, and fun deciding to hold it in while expelling or letting it come out and enjoying the sensation of reinserting it.

What is even better, even though she would never admit to it being sexual, I have found a colon therapist willing to do the colon tube insertion and enema. I was open and honest about my feelings, and she is fine with doing the insertions. No, I still have to do my own happy endings, but the insertions are awesome.... always better when someone else is doing It!

When I was in the 6th grade a friend whose dad was a Dr told me about. We gave each other enemas when we could through the 8th grade and than we moved. We got naked when we gave each other enemas. We used a bulb

Yes, like some others here I snuck enemas as a child. I knew enemas had a legitimate reason at times, and I knew some of my friends and neighbors were also getting them, but we were not supposed to enjoy them. So even though mom never came right out and said, "Do not do this yourself", it was somehow assumed she would not be pleased to find out I was giving myself enemas in between those she gave me.

It started early with the bulb in the bathtub, giving myself small enemas just because it felt good. Once I was old enough to stay home alone when mom and dad went out shopping, or to friends, it was frequently enema time. By time I was a teenager mom knew I was giving myself occasional enemas but I don't think she knew how often I really did it.

Oh yes, my sneak time was methodically planed out. My older sister had a job after school, and my parents went grocery shopping on Thursday evenings. I found a Whirly Spray Bulb Syringe which had a long black nozzle with a large red bulb. This model syringe had a rubber cone shield which felt so good squeezing between my butt. The Whirly Spray had a 360 tip, it felt just wonderful feeling the warm soapy water spraying on my adolescent prostate. At the age of 12, I was hooked, big time on enemas and masturbation.

~Jules~

Certainly the ease and frequency of those exciting snuck enemas depended in part on the availability of enema equipment. Some of you had to get it from storage or hiding, assemble a bag and hose, and then clean and replace everything. Our red bulb syringe was kept under the sink in the bathroom. Very quick and easy to give myself a squirt or two even if I only had a few minutes. Sometimes I gave myself just one bulb, and just hold it. Being only a few ounces it was easy to hold. Quite pleasant and eventually it was absorbed and just went away without going to the toilet. Keep in mind that most of these enemas were not intended to clean me out but just because I wanted to do it.

I got enemas as a kid. I enjoyed having something stuck in my bottom, but my mother gave them too fast to be very pleasurable. I never used my parents' equipment. However, my grandfather stayed with us several months each year. He and I had bedrooms on the top floor and we had our own bathroom. He often left his enema bag there, and I used it when he was away. I would wait until my folks went out for the evening, and go upstairs to fill myself up. Usually I took only one enema, but sometimes two if I thought I had time. I always cleaned up everything, and made sure things were dried off before quitting for the evening. I don't know if my parents ever knew of my enemas, but nothing was ever said. This continued through high school By the time I went off to college, I was definitely hooked on enemas - and I still am!

Used to sneak the bulb and when I had time for it I'd get the bag out (I had to snoop to find it) and help myself to a really good clean out.

My family lived in the country, and I always had extra things to occupy my time. My brothers liked going to the grocery store on Saturday with my parents, I stayed home to work on one of my "projects". Often as soon as they were leaving the driveway, I was getting out the enema equipment for some fun. At age 14, when I knew my mom was going to be gone all day to visit one of her sisters, I would stay home from school saying I wasn't feeling good. I was a smart kid and usually ahead of my classmates. Missing school was ok so long as you didn't get behind. I had the whole day to myself and often took one enema after another for as long as I wanted. It was wonderful to be alone and have time to fill and fill again. Of course my youthful penis was enjoying special attention as well. I often was able to cum 4 or 5 times during the enema sessions. I was careful to put everything away again, and was usually waking from a nap, when my mom returned. I always felt much better the next day.

50+ years later, I still enjoy a day alone, when I can enjoy that magic red bag and one fill after another, until all I want to do is nap. What a great feeling.

All the time. The bulb when I was young, the bag as a teenager.

Started w air bulbs as early as age 6.

Yes, got caught a bunch of times. Punishment, spanking and, you guessed it, punishment enema, "I'll teach you to use this right !!...."

Never got caught, but had to plan when and where. Also was afraid if it sounded like I had the runs, splashing in the toilet, someone would know I had done an enema on myself. I almost got caught as I had not discharged it yet and my Mom walked in the house. I quickly made an exit and headed for the tree line behind our property holding it all in. I lost a little on the way and stained my BVD's but made it to privacy for my relief. I think it was when I was around 13 or maybe 14yo.-----better planning after that.

I got caught once by my mom when I was 18. I had my bag in the downstairs bathroom she came down nocked and said she wanted a shower. I resorted to hiding it between the towels on the shelf apparently she removed the middle towels and found it. I blamed it on my girlfriend and said it was her douche bag after sex. She bought it. But about 4 years later i confessed to her it was mine. And all she said is. There worse habits to have out there and never nothing after it. So It’s all good

My first solo enema was one that I sneaked when I was about 11 or 12 years old and I can still recall it as vividly as if I did it yesterday. Before that day, I had always received them from my mother and I HATED them. However I hadn't been given one for 2 or 3 years and the hormones started raging, so I would play with myself fantasizing about taking one myself. Well, the problem was that we had one bathroom and 5 people in the house, so scheduling the event became somewhat of a problem. I waited two weeks until everyone else would be out of the house, and that day finally arrived on a Thursday. During the previous night I don't think I got much sleep and on the following morning I was up at 7:30. My older brother was the last person to leave and when I heard his car leave I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom and stripped naked. I had an anxious moment when I couldn't find the enema bag in the linen closet, but I finally found the box buried beneath some blankets and took it into the bathroom. I was trembling like a leaf as I opened the box and assembled the tubing and nozzles. There were two nozzles in the box and not being adventurous yet, opted to use the smaller one. So after filling the bag I was ready to break my enema cherry. I was sure the insertion would be painful so I put plenty of Vaseline on the nozzle and tensed up and SURPRISE! It felt good! So I continued the enema and took probably a quart. With my confidence bolstered, I decided to try using the big nozzle, and that produced my second surprise when I took it in my virgin hole. It felt wonderful! By then I was feeling drunk with power and decided to try to take the entire 2-quart bag.. which I did. I took two more 2-quart enemas after that, and the rest is history!

I would get so excited when the school bus dropped me off at my house. If mom's car was not in the driveway, that meant she was working and I had a few hours to take enemas with her red Davol bag. I usually used Ivory soap, until one day I experimented with Prell shampoo. Remember Kelly green Prell in the plastic tube ? It would give me super strong cramps and clean me out faster and better than Ivory. I recently read that the original Prell is coming back on the market. Can't wait !

H2eMale

For me sneaking enemas was kinda tough. I’d have to wait till everyone was gone and I would have to take a stop watch or a clock with a second hand and time how long it took for the nozzle on the sink to fill up a gallon jug. And that’s how I did my enemas as a kid in the sink with the nozzle sprayer.

My sister and I played with the enema bulb in the bathtub and ended up giving ourselves and each other small enemas for fun. I don't think mom knew, but maybe. That led to others outside of the tub when circumstances permitted. I was twelve when it became obvious to mom.

Mom said she was going shopping. Dad was at work and my sister was at a friend's house for the day. Sometime after mom left I decided I wanted an enema. I had about a quart in me when mom came home earlier than expected. I quickly got on the toilet but only part of it came out. Mom was calling for me so I wiped, put the syringe away, and went to the kitchen where mom started showing me what she had gotten. My stomach started rumbling and cramping. The rest of the enema wanted out, now! I took off for the bathroom in a hurry. When I came out, mom just smiled and asked if everything came out OK. She knew exactly what had just happened. After that she never offered to give me an enema.

One time after I had complained I did not feel well, and mom said, "Why don't you give yourself an enema." "You know how, don't you?" So after that, the sneaking was just because I didn't want her to know how often I was actually doing it. I think she maybe thought I gave myself an enema once a month or so, but it was quite a bit more.

As I have said in previous posts, I snuck quite a few enemas when I was a kid and teenager. Even, though, I did, I know Mom knew most of the time. It wasn't until I was an adult that I got up the nerve to actually let Mom know I would be taking one. I had been staying at Mom's house for several weeks while my wife was away at school and I was on vacation. Mom needed the company and I sure did. After about a week and a half of eating Mom's cooking I became terribly constipated. I felt absolutely miserable. Mom gave me several of her laxative pills, but they did not help. So, I went to the local pharmacy and picked me up a combination hot water bottle / syringe. I thought I would have a few hours one afternoon when Mom was out shopping. Well, she never went. Finally, I just told Mom I needed an enema. She just shook her head and said "Mike, I don't have an enema bag in the house any more." I told her that was ok, I got one at the pharmacy down the road. A few minutes later I went to my room and opened the syringe box and took out the bag, tubing, shut-off and nozzles. The bag did not come with a hook. I went into the bathroom that was connected to my room and looked around to see if I could find a place to hang the bottle. I didn''t find a place. So, I put together the tubing and shut-off and attached the douche nozzle to the tubing. Then, I walked into Mom's living room and told her that I could not find a place to hang up the bottle because it came without a hook. She,didn't say a word. but watched me as I went into the kitchen and turn on the water in her sink. I stood thee filling the bag and when it was full I attached the tubing. Then I turned to her and asked "Mom, do you have any cord or any zip tabs. She come with me, which I did. She went into another room and stopped at a shelf that contained several drawers. She pulled out one and handed me a spool of twine. I took it and Mom took the full hot water bottle and tubing from my hands. I peeled off about a foot or so of the twine and then reached into the drawer and took out a small pocket knife and but the cord. I, then, took a loop of the cord and attached it to the bottom tab of the water bottle Mom was holding for me. When it was secure, Mom handed me the enema bag and I took it to my bathroom where I took my enema, knowing Mom was in the other room knowing what I was doing. I enjoyed that feeling and when I had completed my expulsion of the enema I got dressed and went back into the kitchen where I found Mom. She smiled up at me and asked me if the enema helped. I told her "yep, but I couldn't have taken it without her help." She grinned up at me and said "Mike, I was glad to help, but tell me, what do you want for supper."