Playing with equipment as a kid.

LOL. That reminds me of a story that happened when I was growing up I will have to share in a different thread because it doesn't exactly fit here. And it's one of those that I haven't thought about in umteen years, lol

Mashie

Oh yes! Biggest challenge was putting it back in a way that didn't make it look like I had used it. My mom never asked if I had, but I always wondered if she might have and just kept quiet. Or, did I just feel guilty?

Enemas from a red bag were given to me at a very early age. Then the bag vanished. In my early teens I was finding creative ways to give myself an enema. With no one home I would use the spray attachment from the kitchen sink adjusting the flow. Back and forth from hot and cold water. Expelling into a 5 gallon bucket. My legs and whole body would tremble at the intensity of the feelings I would receive. I was also into air enemas from an aquarium pump, often prior to going to sleep in the evening.

In my early teens i use to find some smoove items that were over a foot long and stick them up my as. iIt felt great and moving it around gave me that much more pleasure.it wasn't till later in life that i rediscovered enemas. I don't get real hard but have this pleasant sensation.i usually use soapy water but have tried a wine enema but it burned to much.i have read a lot of the ideas people have written about wine etc enemas and I think i'll give it a try again.

I started to play solo, as a young boy, 8 or so, with a red bulb squeese. The same red one I got my first enemas from my moteher, 5-6 years earlier.

I took it with me to the bath-room in secret, and played, triing to fill me up a gain and again. I did this funny thing for many years and was never catched.

"How many here used to play around with the family enema equipment before getting the nerve to try the real thing on your own. I remember growing up we had a fountain type bag hanging on the inside of our bathroom closet door. If the door was open I would stick the nozzle in my rear to pretend I was giving myself an enema"

This sounds so much like me. I began playing with the equipment when I was very young. My early attempts at self administration weren't successful though. I received my one and only 'real' enema from my parents when I was about 7. I recall dreading it trying to talk them out of it and finally resigning my self to the watery fate. The only thing I really recall about it was I didn't see what the big fuss was about it. It didnt' feel that bad to me..

at age 12 I began to do them for real on my own at first then by friends.

I loved to see the yellow latex Sojourn folding fountain syringe hanging in my mom's closet. It always smelled of either ivory soap or Massengle douche powder or a heady mix of both and it usually had the small enema on it. My mom always packed it in her cosmetic bag when she travelled and frequently she used it on me during our travels.

When I went to my grandmother's, she often let me have a bath in her tub and she would bring in the red enema bag with the black nozzle and encourage me to play with it because she knew how much I enjoyed it, but I do not remember her giving me any enemas........just allowing he to play with her gear, which included a huge box of old and unique black and also rubber nozzles.

After my first enema, I knew where the enema equipment was stored (It had always been there, I just hadn't discovered it before.) For months when I knew I'd be alone for a while I would get out the equipment. I'd stroke the nozzles and sometimes hold them against my anus but never dared insert them because of the clean-up that would be required.

Then one day I was doing my chore of emptying the trash cans and discovered a used Fleets enema in the guest room trash. I hid that in my room.

I had that for years and would use it when I had a chance. But most often I'd just slide it into my butt dry while I read comic books in bed before turning out the lights. One time, my dad came into my room while I had it inserted in my butt under the covers. We probably talked for 15 minutes as I lied there trying to look cool. In hindsight (ha) I think dad would have just laughed it off if he had found out, but I probably would have lost the enema.

As a 4 yr. old, I had been on the receiving end of our black BF Goodrich bulb many times. I took it outside one day and squeezed it many times, squirting air out of it, marveling at the power of the instrument. My mom caught me and said, "Oh, so you want an enema do you--well you're gonna get one you won't forget." She mixed up hot water and strong Ivory Flakes and pumped I don't know how many bulbs into me. That left me howling and crying. I was VERY careful after that!

I never did!!

My father raised me as a single parent.

He had to sneak every enema he took until he got his own place strictly behind his parent's back It went beyond that, because he had a much younger brother, so he didn't get away with much!!

He always wanted me to be comfortable with my own mind, and desires, and with my own mind To the point of letting me ask the questions.When ye gave me that first enema, I was only 4. He used the same bulb he had played with, and kept, when he was 7. He sat it on the table we were sitting at talking. Went through the whole description, and explained what was going to happen. It was OK to play with the bulb, and ask any questions I had then. He told me several times in the discussion, and again after the enema was over, "You are too young to take an enema by yourself!! It CAN be dangerous it it is not done the right way! If you ever feel like you need an enema, TALK TO ME!! Let me know what you are feeling. We can then talk about whether an enema is an option. You probably Will get enemas occasionally, but neither of us really knows for sure right now."

Once I was old enough to stay home alone, I used the family bag to do enemas. It wasn't very often so I made the most out of each opportunity and did as many enemas as the time would permit.

The part where you mention:

"Oh, so you want an enema do you--well you're gonna get one you won't forget." She mixed up hot water and strong Ivory Flakes and pumped I don't know how many bulbs into me. That left me howling and crying. I was VERY careful after that!

Like you, I received bulb fills of a strong mixture of Ivory Snow Flakes - and wow! the cramps were unforgettable; so much so I became addicted to enema cramping!

Mom kept her Rexall Victoria Combination syringe in her bathroom in the white steel cabinet next to her bathroom. It was always put on the 3rd shelf in a small box. The bottle in the middle with the tubing wrapped around the outside in a clockwise formation. A small Rexall red enema bulb along with Mom's white douche bulb was stored on the top cabinet along with Mom's douche powder. I liked to take the white bulb and play with it in the bathtub. Its nozzle was much larger than the slender rectal nozzle on the red bulb. One day Mom came in while I had the white douche nozzle up my rear in the bathtub. Mom sat down on the toilet and watched for a minute or so, then, she walked over to the white cabinet, took out her Rexall Victoria syringe, proceeded over to the sink, turned on the hot water and proceeded to fill the bag completely full of water. Then she screwed the adapter plug into the bag, walked over to the hook that hung next to the toilet, hung the bottle by its bottom tab, and waited for me to get out of the tub. When I did, she told me to kneel down on my knees and take this enema since I wanted one so bad. Mom did not disappoint, but I wasn't very careful about using her douche bulb any more. I always hoped that she would catch me again.

Between using it on me and on herself so much, our BF Goodrich combination bag hug in the tub-shower much of the time drying. It was easily in my reach most of the time growing up. When I was small I would just insert the nozzle and pretend I was getting an enema. As I got older and was left home alone, I was filling up as soon as I knew they were out of the driveway. As I reached my teens I discovered masturbation and quickly combined the two. I was then officially in heaven.

I remember playing with the family enema equipment when I was very young, probably 6 years old. I was given an enema with a small bulb syringe by my mom and after that I began experimenting with the bulb syringe myself. I regularly planed activities so I could be home alone, and I always gave myself enemas when I got that chance. By the time I was 11 or 12 I had graduated to the big 2 quart bag and I also used my mom's douche bulb syringe with the nice big black nozzle. That big slick black shaft felt so much better than the small enema nozzle. I liked to inject air with it too. One time mom came back sooner than expected. I had just finished taking a full 2 quart bag when I heard the back door open. In a total panic, I had to hurry and slip on my clothes and hide the enema equipment while holding that huge load. ( I was 12 at the time) I was totally mortified and actually had to face and talk to my mom while holding that big enema. That was my closest call ever.

As young kids growing up, we are often times so ignorant of what is going on around us. To my brother and I, the day we discovered the rubber goods in the purple Miller syringe box was like finding a new toy. The top was removed off of the box and the nozzles were soon deployed as some sort of toy which when placed under the sink faucet, caused the water to shoot out in strange new shapes and directions. This was all new to us until mom came along and let us know that equipment was not to be played with. We were removed from the bathroom and later investigations found that our new toy had vanished to places unknown for many years. At that time we had no clue what it was really meant for.

We had the "equipment" on the back of the bathroom closet door, always ready to use. I started to "play" when I was 12, and it's been In my life since then

Every chance I got. Even did it at a neighbors house while babysitting after the kids were asleep.

With mostly home made stuff to play with, the enema was automatic. It was snatched away, because it was not a toy and then protected. After that we'd put a finger in and wave a red rag while make grunting sounds. When all was forgotten and we got older, I don't remember who, but it was discovered and played with again, making up for lost time.

I am not sure how old I was when I discovered the enema in my parents bathroom. It was under their vanity sink in cardboard box. It was a red bag and had the anal and douche nozzle inside with the box. Once I saw it I was fascinated by it and it wasn't too long after I gave it a try when I was the only one home. I am not sure how old I was but I think it was probably about 13. I have been into enemas ever since.

Growing up the enema bag was kept in its box in the linen closet directly across the hall from the main bathroom. I had had enough enemas growing up and did not really enjoy getting one. Consequently tried to stay as far from the bag as I could get.

As a kid, my enemas came from the classic red bulb with a black bat shaped nozzle. It seemed big to me at the time. I'm not sure how old I was, but I used to sneak it out of the downstairs bathroom and take it upstairs where I was fascinated with inserting the nozzle in my butt. Sometimes I'd fill it with warm water - other times I'd just pump air up my butt. I didn't see it as sexual at that time, but there was something deliciously naughty about it and the sensations of the nozzle were very exciting.

It wasn't until I was around 13 or so when I discovered a large white rubber douche bulb hidden away in a drawer in our upstairs bathroom. My first thought was it must have been an enema bulb for when you were really constipated. I was able to deduce later on - it's intended purpose. I couldn't wait to smear the long, fat, curved nozzle with vaseline and slide it up my ass. I had discovered masturbation by now and had already figured out that sticking things like my finger or the smaller black nozzle in my butt caused instant erections. Just going to retrieve the vaseline from downstairs gave me a brittle hard on in anticipation of putting this new toy up my butt.

After the nozzle was greased up, I grasped the bulb (empty) and worked the fat curved nozzle past my sphincter then steadily slid the length of it in my ass. My cock was so hard it was turning purple! I held the nozzle there for a moment then slowly withdrew it. My immediate thought was to fill it with warm water. As I stood at the sink waiting for the water to warm up - I was physically trembling with anticipation. I resumed my position on the cool linoleum floor and in one smooth push, lodge the thick nozzle deep in my ass. This bulb was much larger than the old red bulb - and a firm two handed squeeze rushed the contents into my bowels. It took me a second to realize i needed to get the nozzle out or I was going to have a mess. I puckered my ass tight and slid the nozzle out and tossed the bulb in the sink - rushing to get on the toilet to expel. i repeated the process three or four times before I couldn't stand it any more and scooped up a palm full of vaseline and jacked off furiously. Clean up was a task - but for some reason I would repeat the occurrence exactly the same many many times in the coming years.

By age 11 I was anally erotic inserting various items. I was never given enemas but did a lot of personal research. At some point I found mother's equipment, an amber latex bag and latex tubing, screw in nozzles ( much better than most modern equipment). Around 12 or 13 started using anytime parents were gone.

I had my first well explained enema when I was 3 1/2. After that I was sticking things in my rear because it felt good. When I was about 8 Mom gave me the usual 3 enema series and after the last Mom put the can on the edge of the bath tub with the nozzle and hose stretched out to dry. This put the nozzle within reach while I was on the toilet. I looked at if for a while and thought as Mom was now coming back right away I got off the toilet refilled the can and gave my self another enema. I put the can back on the bathtub and stretched the hose out and when Mom did come back she saw every the way she left it and never knew what I had done.

I envy Bruce for that first "well explained" enema, unlike the early cleaning-out sessions with Mom's irrigator can I endured. This did not keep me from being curious enough in later years to take out the can and handle it a bit but not use it. Had I been caught using it, I suspect that Mom, like others here, would have told me in so many words that she was in charge of that department..

Yep I did Loved to see and play with that enema bag

Why does it seem that it is the guys that played with the enema equipment? I certainly knew what it was and what it was used for, so I never had the vaguest interest in it. Actually I hoped that mom would somehow lose the enema bag so that I never would be at the receiving end of it again.

'Didn't have to "play" with it!! It (The Jones can with "her" Douche nozzle on it to be replaced with "THE" enema nozzle for enemas) was always hanging on its' hook in the bathroom waiting to be used!! It got "used" often enough on me by "mom" that I really didn't want to "play" with it!! Like "Emom" said,"Actually I hoped that mom would lose the enema bag (Jones can in my case) so that I would never be on the receiving end again."

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I had to go next door to my Aunts & Grandmothers house were the Sears Syringe was borrowed when a enema was needed . Got caught and said I needed to use it.Later that week my mother brought home a Crest Combination Syringe and I still have the box and the original nozzles ,tubing & bottle cracked and useless except for the memories.