Early Stirrings of Anal Eroticism

Like JimmyL55 I discovered my anal eroticism early and suppose my mother's introduction of the rectal thermometer was the catalyst. My earliest memories of my playing with my butt, inserting my fingers and slim objects, take me back to around age 5. I graduated rather quickly to larger circumference objects, especially once I recognized the value of lube. I suspect that my discovery and progression would have been made at some point even without mother's thermometers and suppositories given my adventurous nature.

When she caught me playing analy with objects she cautioned and warned me that I could hurt myself, but never realy scolded or chastised me for it. I'm so glad for that. My anal eroticism and the pleasure I derive from indulging always was a natural part of my personhood. Society and my peers raised plenty of shame in my mind as an adolescent. My mother's sensible attitude served in my equipping myself to weather the storm of insecurity that the common Midwest mindset brewed up for me in the late '70s and '80s.

I'm guessing that it is a combination of things that have resulted in my enjoyment of anal activity ... both giving and receiving. I have vivid memories of being over mom's lap in early childhood (maybe ages 4 - 6) getting an enema from a 4oz infant syringe and screaming and kicking all the while. Those events were followed by "playing doctor" with my cousins during sleep-overs. We would use the thermometer from the toy doctor kit to take each others rectal temperatures. I also remember using fingers to penetrate each others butts. I would guess that we were all in the 6 - 7 year old range. When I was about age 12, mom decided that it was time I graduated from an 8 oz adult bulb syringe enema administered by her to self administered enemas using the enema bag. After a training session or two, I was on my own and found then that enemas could actually be enjoyable in a sexual sort of way. I found myself administering solo enemas whether I really needed them or not. I vividly remember taking the rectal thermometer from the medicine chest and using it before most of my enemas. There were a couple of times in my early teens that I would claim to feel so weak from being sick that I would ask mom to help me with the enema. I did need the enemas and I was feeling miserable but believe that I certainly could have self administered but missed having mom do it for me.

As an adult, the enjoyment of anal stimulation has done nothing but increase. I very much enjoy having a well lubed finger being slid between my cheeks and into my bottom, but find that I get more pleasure from being the giver instead of the receiver. As a result, my childhood enemas and rectal temps and puberty related anal activity have evolved into a med fet that allows me, as the doc to let my fingers not only penetrate my patient's anus and rectum, but any other openings that need medical examination.

"Skoot on down and let's have a look."

I don't know how unusual this is, but I can remember discovering the joys of my bottom from a young age. I can have been no more than 7, and taking my cue from a young friend I would stick small sticks and stones up my bum, enjoying the sensation and noticing and marvelling at the effect it had on my penis! I don't remember anything such play for a few years after that (is this the latent period?) but I do recall rediscovering my hole around puberty. I would stick pens up me, leading on one occasion to a (dry) orgasm without touching my cock. I had no idea what had happened to me, and it took a while to work out how to make it happen again!

Can anyone else recall similar early experiences, or am I more weird than I thought? It's not the sort of thing topic that comes up round the water cooler so I'd welcome your thoughts.

I often wonder if my first memory of anal insertion is what prompted my curiosity and eventual desire. I was 5 or 6 and a gave me a small tube and told me to put it in my bottom. I don't know why I did, other than to be accepted or because I didn't know better. I don't remember ever staying over there again but I remember the room and the utem, rather vividly. Through the years, I remember trying pencils and other various items. Never fully understanding the desire or satisfaction. I remember the first time I had analysis sex, as a way to "not" have sex. It was the first time I felt fully satisfied from analysis activity and have enjoyed all types, ever since.

In my case, those earliest stirrings were definitely related to enemas and rectal temperatures. I have pretty vivid recollections from my days as a toddler, and even toilet training. While the sensations weren't known to be related to my sexuality until several years later, in hindsight, I may have enjoyed foreplay for many years before my first actual ejaculation. The thermometer, and enema/douche nozzles, might have been my favorite toys of the times. The only other toys of similar significance in that timeframe, were made of rubber and held various solutions for injection.

I know my anal erotic feelings started from my mom giving me enemas from an early age. AT the time the enemas hurt because of her technique, but at the same time it stirred something inside me to explore my anus and rectum. I would insert crayons and other items every chance I got. Eventually sneaking insertions from the enema nozzle and enemas when left alone with the bag.

I got into Anal stuff at an early age, I enjoyed getting enemas and suppositories from my mom and aunt as a kid and I still enjoy anal play.

Fingers around 4 and candles around 5-6 years of age. It was a long time ago. I don't recall the exact ages.

Age 12, puberty, pediatrician visit, the doctor spread my cheeks for a look at my anus. That night I went home and looked at my open bottom in the mirror for the first time. Soon after I was putting my finger and my hairbrush handle in my anus. Eventually when parents and brothers were not home I fucked my ass with that hairbrush and vaseline. Wasn't until college though that a woman put her finger in my anus. My girlfriend did using her hand lotion with me on all 4's.

I was about 13 when i started using the shower head to masturbate. One day while getting it the shower head into position it sprayed a strong stream right onto my butt. It felt strange but it's all I could think of for the next could days. After that while in the shower I would stick fingers and then graduated to a hair brush handle. Since those shower sessions I have been interested with anal stimulation.

Started for me around 12. A friend and I started masturbating which lead to us sticking our cocks in each other’s butt! Felt really good when we would squeeze each other. Tried with other guys but they couldn’t stay hard and couldn’t put it in. So stated experimenting with objects and have been hooked ever since!

RN mom may have given me very few enemas from age ~6-10, but I barely recall how many of the memories were real. I recall enjoying at least one of them, as well as a few rectal temps around then, too. Her amber latex enema bag hung in her bathroom forever, and I liked the rubber smell and texture. Age 15 first orgasm in my tub one night. The next week I started putting her enema and douche nozzles up my rear and added small enemas right after that and loved it for itself and for having orgasms. I was hooked. Now age 67, still have serious rubber, anal and enema kinks.

Eric

I do t remember exactly when but must have been before I was 10 when I would try stimulating my hole, at first just touching or using cold water on my bottom. Worked up to putting my fingers and other small objects in my ass.

I guess I was about 5 when I got constipated and received an enema from my mother who was an RN. I realized right then that it felt good when that part of my body was touched. When I was about 9 or 10 I kept an old toothbrush in the shower (to clean my fingernails, you understand) and would stick it up my butt every time I took a shower. I've never lost the desire and I'm sitting here right now with a toy in my ass.

I was also in my single digits when I discovered both my penis and my anus - I was still sharing a room with bunk beds with my brother. I used to put stuffed animals or toys against my anus in bed because it just felt nice. I was playing with my finger, toys, and anus before I knew it was even sexual if that makes sense.

I also started masturbating very young - sticking my penis in finger puppets, between furry stuffed animal limbs, etc. for pleasure - I didn't even know what a naked girl looked like or what an orgasm was ... until later 😉

I'm still extremely pleasured by attention to my anus and regularly play with and penetrate it with fingers, toys, dildos, massagers, etc. I am getting very close to having my wife peg me which makes my legs weak just thinking about it. We bought a strapon but haven't used it yet - she likes to play with my anus, especially when sucking or jerking me - but we haven't taken that step quite yet.

I think for many of us the anal stage of sexual development (apparently from 18 months to 3 years old) perhaps continues to play a strong role even once we enter the phallic stage.

I’ve noticed that a lot of people here grew up receiving enemas/suppositories/thermometers from parents. I NEVER had an enema or a suppository in my entire life. I had no idea such practices were so common! Go figure...

Mom gave me a rectal thermometer once and I didn’t like it at all. It just felt wrong, like this little stick stuck where it didn’t belong.

When Id go to the pediatrician, I despised it when he made me stand there and then he spread my cheeks to stare at my anus. Why did he have to do that?? It made me very uncomfortable EVERY TIME.

Now we get to the point where things change. (I mentioned this incident in another discussion but it bears repeating here) I was 7 and this 13 year old kid with mental deficits across the street lured me into his house. He took me to his basement and then ordered me to pull my pants down which got me very scared, but I did as i was told. Then he made me lie face down on a cot and proceeded to spread my cheeks apart and lick and smell my anus. I had no sexual identity yet, I didn’t know what was going on, I think I remember thinking that it was some kind of touchy-feely game like “Doctor” or something. Either way, I was scared of him so I just laid there staring at the wall, especially since he kept telling me not to look.

Then he pulled away and my anus felt wet and cool, and it was at that point when my “switch” for appreciating anal stimulation got turned on because his tongue felt warm and pleasant and the puffs of air coming from his nose against my cheeks also felt warm and comforting. A warm submissive sense of surrender grew in the pit of my stomach for the first time.

Eventually he straddled me and I remember feeling the fat head of his penis pressing against my anus but I was just too tight. If he had used real lube instead of saliva, he might have been more successful. He settled on just sliding his penis up and down my ass crack until he came and I was confused because I heard him grunting and I thought his cum was urine and that he was peeing all over my anus and cheeks. Then he got off me and told me to pull up my pants, go home, and not tell anyone. Once again, I did as I was told and by a miracle nobody ever found out.

Ever since then, my anus was a focal point for pleasuring myself. Hair brush handles, toothbrush handles, bananas, cucumbers, even a golf ball all found their way up my ass.

Anal sex became an absolute requirement in all my (straight) porn, and I just HAD to indulge in some anal play with the woman that I was having sex with. If she submitted to anal sex, that was the ultimate prize.

It took me decades to make peace with what happened to me (it only happened once), and as fucked up as it was, I can’t help but be kind of happy that I’m in touch with my body in a way that so many people just aren’t. Unfortunately it came as a result of molestation, but I think I’ve done ok for myself in spite of it, and I know that many other people have gone through similar experiences that have contributed to their preferences for anal stimulation.

Always nice to find one isn't alone, in even (or especially) the weirdest, most unsuspected ways! For example, that's how l feel after finding another Zity-er whose medfet arose, like mine, from having his tonsils out as a kid. And now, browsing this thread, and lighting on post #4, l'm happy to learn that someone else in their childhood (though it may have been adolescence in my case) found the same novel use for a Vicks inhaler - which wasn't exactly a matter of pushing it up one's nostril! Rather, it was far from that, if you follow me. 😁

- Ken

I remember my first experience. I was 5. It wasn't sexual. I don't really "appreciate" that experience, although I do believe it was innocent play and possibly why I'm also attracted to women. I remember many experiences after that, which included pencils, (I quickly learned the erasure end was much preferred over the other) fingers, really anything that seemed safe and small enough. I was 17 or 18 the first time a penis finally filled me and nothing is as satisfying as that but a plug sure comes close.

I’ve always liked bums. I don’t know why but when I was a kid that seemed like the most intimate or ‘private’ part. I had a cousin (girl) I played doctor with starting around 7 or 8ish. We had a great hiding spot so we could do a lot without getting caught. We would give each other ‘shots’ in the bum and I enjoyed doing it and getting it done to me. My cousin had a Nurse’s Kit with the toy instruments and one was a fake thermometer – it was thin and plastic – and one time she told me that she was going to take my temperature in my bum. I went along but it hurt as she just jammed it in there and I said no after that until one time when she actually snuck a jar of Vaseline out of the bathroom and talked me into trying it again, this time not dry. VERY different result and that’s when I learned that things in my bum could feel squirmy delicious.

I've told this story before, but it is very appropriate for this discussion... At the tender age of about 5, I and the girl next door - "Suzie", who was the same age as I was, started playing together. We invented a game we called "puppy dog" where one of us was the puppy and the other was the puppy-owner. Well we played with a pretend leash for a while (probably a discarded clothes line) with the puppy barking and wanting to be petted and the other walking the puppy around on the leash.

We had both seen real puppies and noticed what they did in the grass, so it didn't take long before our puppy game became quite realistic. I think I was the one who was the puppy when the suggestion was made that I poop like a real puppy for Suzie. I remember vividly the cool air on my naked bottom when I pulled my pants down, and how deliciously naughty it felt as I strained to poop for Suzie. I eventually did, and our game took on a whole new dimension. Sadly for me, Suzie refused to poop for me, but she did pull her pants down and let me look and touch. As five year old I had no understanding of what that slit between her legs were for, but we knew what our bottoms did and felt like.

Suzie would slide small sticks in and out of my bottom and once pinched the tip of my young penis so hard that I had a black and blue pinch mark that lasted for several years on the glans.

But alas, the woman two doors down was an elementary school principal, and no doubt was very familiar with the games children play. While I doubt she saw anything (we played under a blanket for most of our naughtiest adventures) - she did clue our parents in on what she suspected was happening, and, well, our parents from that point on directed us to play with our boy friends or girl friends of the same gender and not with each other.

But to this day, having my bottom exposed, touched, penetrated, or enema'ed by my beautiful wife Diana (who is also known here as Sirensong), is a huge turn-on for me. I guess I have Suzie to thank for my anal-eroticism. In fact, because Suzie never pooped for me, I thought for several years, that only boys pooped, not girls. I remember the shock I experienced several years later when I saw my aunt changing her young daughter's dirty diapers. That, was a huge revelation to me.

Treehouses, barns, basements. That's where the youthful fun can take place. It began in one of these places with the girl across the the road who was a year older than me. About 9 years old or so. She intiated the idea of taking our pants dointo wn. No problem! She would insert sticks and other small items into me. She allowed me to do the same to her. Happened numerous times. We had fun.

Almost got caught one time in the barn by the old man next door neighbor. At that age I didn't know what the slit between her legs was about.

A few years later my parents invited friends for Thanksgiving. They had a daughter my age and we attended the same school. Some time after dinner she and I were playing in the basement, simple kid fun stuff then somehow it became to her taking her pants down and spreading her legs. Oh yes! Then the call came that it was time for them to leave. Damn!

Penny was my girl friend from 6th grade through H. S. We use to have sleep overs all the time and we would "play" with each other at night. She was very aggressive and many times she would "play" The Boy and lay between my open legs. We practiced kissing and constantly talked about sex. She never penetrated my vaginally but she did insert her fingers into my rectum on many occasions. I loved the feeling. Our little play times were probably more curiosity and experimentation then actually sex. Some when in the 7th grad she discovered real boys and out play times stopped but even now we are still friends.

Given our early introduction to enemas and suppositories, both Sis and I came to appreciate the pleasures of anal eroticism.We played with Mom's red bulb in the bathtub. That started with filling the bulb with air and squirting it into each other, then giggling as we farted underwater, which caused a bubbly froth if we let the bathwater get very soapy. Before long, we started sucking the bathwater into the bulb and actually giving each other enemas. We would see who could take the most bulbs, and sometimes led to a messy bath. As we got older, especially in summer when we had all day home alone, we started giving each other "real" enemas, which eventually reached 3 qts in our later teens. Since Mom and Aunt Ruth were adamant about colon cleanliness, We got plenty of laxatives, suppositories and enemas from both of them. Since we loved our ass play, we rarely had a natural BM. Of course, we quickly graduated from enema play to inserting things into each other. When I was about 16, Sis bought a strap on with a penis dildo. It became a frequent visitor in my poop chute. We were enjoying it one summer afternoon when Aunt Ruth came home early. We didn't even hear her come in, and she found us enjoying each other. Sis was wearing only the strapon harness, and I was 'hosting' the dildo. All she said was that she didn't want to find me actually in her vagina...EVER!

Aunt Ruth was a spinster, although she was only 21 when this all started. Her betrothed was killed in WW II, and she never really got past it. She sort of "adopted" me as her favorite anal player, and I loved getting her attention. She had long slender fingers that could poke a suppository halfway to my diaphragm, LOL! She was the one who finally admitted that our nightly dose of Fletcher's Castoria was intended to make us need the enemas and suppositories. By then, our colons were totally dependent on medication. Grandma had done the same to her and Mom. Ruth gave the very best enemas, and when I was 18, she surrendered herself to me for sharing. We shared everything: castor oil, suppositories, and enemas, from then until her death at 87. I still have dreams with her taking care of my anal "needs".

Similar to a lot of you guys that grew up in the 60's, my mom gave me enemas and rectal temperatures. It wasn't an erotic fascination though, until I stayed over at an older friend's house one night and he had anal sex with me. From then on, it was anything that I could find, Anytime I could get a little privacy, and anywhere that I thought I wouldn't get caught. This has made for a lot of crazy stories over the years. Oh, and the story about the older friend is somewhere here on Zity in the first time anal discussion.

As for me..........when I was 5 years old I realized that I liked the feeling of things in my ass.

I don't remember enemas or rectal temperature being done when I was little but some reason I discovered anal play at probably 5 or 6 started with a finger then started seeing objects as something to slide inside me.

I liked the feel of the rectal thermometer sliding in at the Dr.'s office and starting using slim items in my rectum at home around age 6. This graduated to giving myself enemas as my mom gave them to me.

I do not remember ever getting a rectal temp. Couple of enemas from my mom as a kid - but I don't think that had anything to do with my anal eroticism. I started playing with anal insertions around 6-8 years old. I believe I was just wired that way - nothing my parents did groomed me for it.

The first memory that comes to mind is of

getting enemas from my mother in our hallway bathroom. I am pretty sure

I hated it at the time. I also know that I had to have had my temperature taken text ally but I can’t remember and around the same time that I was getting those enemas I was given suppositories by my mother. I was

Probably around 7 or 8. Shortly after that I started putting my finger in my ass when in the shower, which led to whatever else

I could get to fit in me that was either in the shower or in the bathroom cabinet. Then I would see objects shaped a certain way and usually think about how it would feel inside me and then I would plan a time to see.

I’m sure that receiving rectal thermometers as early as infancy triggered my lifelong fascination of almost anything anal. I definitely remember the fine details of getting my temperature taken rectally as a toddler and preschooler. At age three I would shove M&Ms in my butt during nap time. Mom’s bobby-pins also tickled quite nicely when dipped and stirred. The burn of Vics Vapor Rub sometimes found a home on my finger and into my hiney hole. If any object looked at all ‘anal friendly’, it would end up inserted into mine. A simple triangular glass and mercury thermometer is still by far my favorite tool. I recall laying on exam tables as a toddler while clenching one in my throbbing butthole many times. The throbbing only started towards the last half of the procedure. My rectum would begin to throb along with my heartbeat, so would the pulsating lump in my throat and involuntary pump-like clenching and relaxing of my penis. The entire symphony experience of my rectal temp would crescendo upon the thermometer’s withdrawal. The nurse wiping the jelly from my bottom felt like applause for a job well done. While it was a disturbingly awkward and often embarrassing experience for me, I could hardly wait for my dread of going to the doctor to start all over again. My brain was definitely wired to my anus at an early age. As not to be selfish, I also appreciate ones not attached to myself, and the stories about them.