Sneaking Enemas as a Kid

When I was a smaller child I was put in the hospital and had to recieve a enema and absolutely hated it and from that experience I learned to enjoy enemas and get turned on by them😃

I was hooked on enemas that I a took an enema bag to college with me. That was in the days of shared bathrooms. I would wait till late at night and then go and fill the bag and take it one of the stalls.... never got caught

I too didn't have to be sneaky. It was a regular thing in my home. You said sick you got the bag. Not a big deal. I didn't discover that I loved them until my twenties. I went to the store and bought my own. Been hooked ever since.

Amazing the memories that come flying back as I read thru the posts and the suspicions also. Must admit I am anally oriented and have been since I was four or five. Can't recall that my mother gave me many enemas however I vividly recall seeing her with my your brother laying across her lap with his little butt sticking up in the air. She was administering that good ole glycerin supository with all due dilligence making sure nothing came out before she ready. I can still see her finger of his little rose bud gentky pulsing up and down to make sure it didn't pop out. Is it any wonder that I have such a fond attachment to my anius and the pleasurable feelings it generates even today.

I remember when my youngest brother was a baby I saw mom slip a suppository into his butt while changing his diaper. I asked her why she put ice in his butt. She laughed and said it is a suppository and it will make him poop. I wondered why he didn't get water with the red bulb like I did. Looking back I figure that it was suppositories until we were old enough to sit on the toilet, then it was enemas with the bulb. If anybody complained of a tummy ache, it was a squirt ot two of warm water with the bulb.

I was about 10 at the time and that is about when I started to find those enemas exciting and I would play with the bulb in the bathtub and started giving myself small enemas while taking my bath. When I got old enough to be left home alone when mom and dad went somewhere, being alone with the bulb became my favorite past time. Once one of my brothers complained that I took too much time in the bathroom when he was waiting to use it. She didn't say anything at the time but I think mom figured out what was going on because she stopped offering me enemas if I complained of a stomach ache.

Mom had left to go shopping. It was a cold, rainy day and I was bored out of my mind. After some time laying around the house I decided an enema is what I needed. I had a fair amount in me when I heard mom come home, much earlier than I expected. I emptied the syringe and stuffed it under the sink and sat on the toilet. But as sometimes happens, only some of it came out. By then mom was calling for me. I wiped and pulled up my panties and jeans and went out to the kitchen. She started showing me what she bought and after a few minutes my stomach started gurgling. I couldn't wait and took off for the bathroom on a trot. When I came out, she just smiled and said something like, "I hope everything came out OK."

She knew what had happenned while she was gone.

I sneaked a few enemas when I was young. Since I had never been given an enema, these were the first enemas I received. When I was 12 or 13 I was home alone for a few hours. I got my mother's yellow folding syringe out of the hall closet noteing carefully how it was laying. The hose was soft yellow rubber. I found the white rectal nozzle and put it on the end of the hose. The hanging ring was almost ripped out, so I had to hold the bag in one hand while sitting on the toilet to give myself the enema. Since I couldn't hang the bag and had to hold it by the top, I couldn't get much more that a quart in the bag. I used a lot of ivory dish-washing soap, which caused a lot of cramping. The first time I tried this I probably didn't get more than a quart in me before I couldn't hold it anymore. Some time later I tried it again and took the first quart and filled the bag again at the sink next to the toilet. I held most of the second quart before I couldn't hold it anymore. I guess I didn't have enough patience expelling the enema or the soap was too irritating, because I had to return to the toilet several times. It would take a day or so until I felt normal again down there!

When I was nine or ten I took a few with my mother's infant bulb. Now

I am an adult, I sneak colon irrigations while my wife watches television. The colonics are so much better than that little bulb.

Started about 10 years of age. Tried using the bag while I was taking a bath. Started with small amounts and it progressed to two and a half quarts. This went on for about half a year. It was great.

I'd been getting regular enemas since I was 5. I began sneaking them a lot when I was 10.

Our bag was always haning from either the shower curtain rod or a towel bar, so I never had to worry about getting it out and putting away just so. Being an only child whose parents both worked gave me undisturbed time after school before they got home. Many days I took 2 or 3 very pleasant enemas. On school holidays and during summer vacation always I gave the bag a really good workout. I never got caught.

One time at my grand[arents, when I was 7 or 8, I snuck an enema using her closed top bag. The adults wondered why I was spending so long in the bathroom. They didn't catch me taking or expelling the enema, but I do recall one of them coming out of the bathroom after I had vacated it saying, "I think he took an enema." But, nothing further was said about it.

I bought my first enema bag when I was around 14. We would go to the next larger town to us to grocery shop and go different places, and back then, the 1970's, it was fairly safe for kids to roam the mall. I would have my allowance money for records and books, and on Saturday decided that I wanted an enema bag so I could give myself enemas. I didn't receive enemas growing up but my 2 best male friends did and would tell me about them. It turned me on so I bought an enema bag and hid it in my room. My mom wasn't the type to snoop so it stayed well hidden in the back of my closet. Both parents worked long hours so I had lots of time to self administer enemas and jack off!!! Barry

Yes my buddy and I would give each other enemas when we were about 8. WOuld depend on which mom was home we would use the open top enema bag that we both had.

Started when I was 11 or 12 after hearing a friend of my mom's telling her about giving enemas to her younger daughters. She was very attractive and the thought of her giving me an enema was fascinating. I had received one when I was about 2. We had a small bulb syringe my mother kept unused in a bathroom drawer. I began using it regularly when my parents were out. Never got caught.

My first experience was sneaking an enema as an early teen. I saw my moms enema kit on the to shelf of her bathroom closet. One day when home alone I decided to try it and had a huge orgasm. I was hooked and did that whenever I could sneak one.

Anyway, it has been thirty some years since then and since I have had an enema. I found this site by accident and it brought back memories. Last week I bought a kit and really enjoyed myself, the full feelings and of course the inevitable orgasms. I do feel healthier too!

I did the same thing you did dragon. Although my enema's didn't really stop, I couldn't get enough, so when my parents went out for the night, my heart would start to race, I woould bring my enema bulb out of hideing, fill the sink with warm ivory soapy water and then, get naked and start giving myself several 8 ounce bulbs full. I'd hold it for as long as I could then sit on the pot and expell it. The sensations were fantastic.

I never hated getting enemas except for one I got in the hospital at about 6 years old from 2 nurses that seemed to be trying to blow me up. My mother introduced me to enemas and I, at some point, began to sneak them on my own and have been doing enemas ever since.

Bill

Like many folks here, sneaking an enema when my parents and sister weren't home was something i did quite often. Sometimes the bag would be drying out in the shower and then it was easy to sneak an enema. but when I had to get it out of the hall closet, use it and get it completely dry before putting it back, that was a little more challenging. Luckily it was an open top type bag so I would stuff a small towel in to dry it out. But getting the hose dry was another matter. I would drape it over the towel rack and take the hair drier, set it on low heat and run it up and down the length of the hose. I was always worried i would melt it or damage it but luckily never did.Probably did shorten it's life though lol. also sneaking a peak in friends and relatives bathroom closet or cabinets was a real turn on. When I would find the enema or douche equipment I would then fantasize about the people living there (mostly the girls) getting enemas with the stuff I found,

A question for all of you sneaky guys (and girls) out there - Did you do a full volume enema, or just a little?

For me, I rarely got byeyond a bulb or two. The main thrill was the anticipation when I knew mom and dad planned to leave me home alone, the preparation, the insertion and feel of the water going in, followed by masturbation. I rarely gave myself an enema with the intent of making me shit, much less achieve a real cleanout. Large volume enemas didn't come until I was an adult.

My favorite medical text of the day suggested using a pint of warm water. I took that pint sized enema most anytime I took a shower. The amber latex bag was always hanging there in front of my nose. I couldn't resist. The long black douche nozzle produced wonderful feelings.

I could use it in the shower without causing suspicion. It got wet anyway. If my mom were to question me regarding it being wet, I could always say it fell down. I could also retain that pint until I was done. I then went to the toilet and masked the expulsion by flushing.

I did take a number of large volume enemas and pushed myself to take a full two quarts quite often. I usually did this when home alone. The red enema bag had been relegated to the linen closet and it took a little more effort to sneak an enema with it.

I had some close calls with getting caught or discovered and had to do some substantial planning.

When I was a kid, my mom and my nanny gave me bulb enemas and suppositories very often. I acted as if I hated them, criyng and so on....but I started to love them. At the age of 12 (around), I asked my nanny for an enema, because I was constipated. When se was giving me the red hot bulb with soapy water, I started to tell her "more please, give me the whole bulb....and give me another one when it's finished...". My nanny knew quickly wath was happening, and enemas given by mom and nanny were stopped.

Right now I feel sad of being so stupid that day....

I feel like I missed out on this when I was growing up. I didn't start enemas until after a motorcycle accident when I was in my 20's.

Oh yes, the curiousity of seeing "that" equipment definitely had me wondering what it was like, knowing that others in the family had them. Sheesh, a person has to experiment, right?

We didn't have, to my understanding, a bag enema setup, only the bulb syringe, and to this day it's an erotic memory of its own kind. Yes, I played with the small nozzle, but at some point I was curious about that douche nozzle, and when I vaselined (is that a word) that long black nozzle, and finally got it in, that feeling against my young prostate was too intense, I didn't think I could get that hard. lol Oh, and yes, and cum like a stallion at that.

Enemas were a rarity at our house. I had learned what an enema was and had given myself several before I was 12. When the bag disappeared there was a long period before I had another enema. All that changed when I was 17 and we moved into a new house. The entire upstairs was one room, and it had an accompanying bath. It was my room. It didn't take too long before I had the courage to buy my own bag, and only minutes after I got it home until it was in use. There were plenty of places to hide the bag so that was no problem. From then on,it was only a matter of deciding when I could no longer withstand the desire to feel that warm soapy water filling my rectum. I was seldom bothered when I was in my room(and I always kept the bathroom door closed and locked when I was giving myself an enema anyway).

I was never given enemas as a child. Although I can remember discovering a brown paper bag in a cupboard underneath the bathroom sink that contained corrugated plastic tubes, which I know think was a home colonic kit. My first enema was self administered in the bathroom while sitting on the toilet at the age of 22.

Sneaking enemas was a favorite pastime in my early teens. Discovering that I could achieve an intense, prolonged orgasm from combining the enema with masturbation led to almost daily sessions for quite awhile. While running the water for a long hot bath I'd fill the family fountain syringe (that was kept in the cabinet under the sink) to the hilt and hang it from the towel bar. All the while I'd be telling myself that I needed a really good enema and would have to take the whole bag. I'd get into the warm water and with one hand holding the nozzle in place and the other stroking my erection I'd play out numerous enema scenarios in my mind, using a number of different positions, while the pressure was building. I spent many evenings filling myself to the hilt and enjoying every minute of it.

As a teen it was a normal ritual for me to sneak enemas. For me masturbation would not be the same without them.

I was also an early enema sneaker. The thrill of waiting for those specials times when no one was home was amazing. I am sure mom knew something was up when she would find her bag coiled back up wet under the sink. It took me a while to get the courage up to go to Walgreens on my bike and buy my own bag. Just think some teens were smoking or other not so healthy bad habits and here we are with the enema bag. What fun it was to sneak a good enema never forget the thrill of those early enemas.

Have to admit it.....I too was an enema "sneaker" when I was home alone. Sometimes I even faked sickness so that I could stay home from school and enjoy several enemas for the whole day by myself.

When I had the house to myself I loved to get out the bag and play. I never had to worry to much about being found out as my parents used that bag almost daily, so it was almost always wet.

The first enema I got was when I was about five and a half. It was given by a neighbor boy who was a bit older than I was. Extremely erotic! I received many enemas from him over the next few years, and became firmly addicted.