Enemas for many were a introduction to feelings from sensory stimulation of the groin and abdominal of the body and to some extent ones mind. At the younger ages 4 to 12 the sexual component was not pronounced ,but what was there ,was remembered. This experience predisposed us to either to investigate or start trying the enema we were exposed to earlier , out of curiosity or wanting, Obviously not everyone who was given an enema will want one later in life. Enemas are one of the gateways to all sex curiosity and fulfillment . One thing is for sure. You will always remember how you were given enemas as a kid and for many they also remember when they searched the bathroom and found the enema kit and gave one to themself for the first time. This also explains why the douce nozzles especially the curved ones are still viewed with a smile and reverence.
At 5 or 6 I remembered when I wasn't feeling good or home from school, that I WAS going to get the “ spritz ” by Mom. This turned out to be the Red squeeze bulb over her lap, even though I never saw it until exploring later in the bathroom, as she hid it probably not to frighten me.
I got called into the bathroom ( her seated on the closed toilet seat ) and made to strip out of my T-shirt and briefs, and climb over her lap face down. Believe me, it wasn't like a RT.
I couldn't see what was going on, but heard the sucking noise as she filled the bulb. Then her spreading my cheeks to the cool air and feeling the nozzle going up my behind. Then….. the warm water being pumped into my behind, the nozzle being withdrawn, the sucking sound again, then the nozzle going back in. This as a young kid, was scary but feeling good, then later started to enjoy them ( not telling Mom ). At even this age, I remember my small penis being hard that the water going in.
A few years later, I graduated to a bag with either over the lap, or the tub positions. Fully naked of course, and Mom standing by. By then I started having to hold my hard penis towards the bowl as I expelled.
After noticing MY reactions, feelings, and another boy down the street getting the same, I knew that I wasn't the only boy with these same feelings, as we not only traded enemas, but learned of my Bi interests.
Not a big deal. Unless you grew up in the 60's.