It started out as a fantasy when I was younger and then one day it became a reality. I met with an enema friend and told him about my fantasy of reliving a childhood situation where I was given an enema in the hospital early in the morning. As it was, he was into that sort of thing and we re-enacted the childhood event.
This was a real event that happened about 12 years ago. I was visiting Joe for some enema play and the second night I was at his house, it was getting late and bedtime, and so when I got ready for bed, he handed me a real hospital gown (the kind that's open in the back) and told me to put it on. He then told me to remove my briefs and climb into bed, which I did. He left the room and came back a few minutes later and had me roll on my side. He then proceeded to insert a rectal thermometer in my butt. After checking my temp, he told me to get a good nights sleep.
The next morning, early, I partially awoke to the feel of a thermometer being inserted in my bottom again. I then heard some noise and water running in the hall bathroom near my bedroom. I was sort of in and out of sleep as it was around 7am or so. Then Joe came back in the room (I didn't look to see what he was doing). He then slowly pulled the thermometer out of my bottom. A few minutes later and I felt him applying something cold and wet to my anus and that was followed shortly by the familiar feel of a nozzle being inserted in me. Still groggy, I felt the sensation of something very warm slowly flowing into me and realized Joe was giving me an enema. I was starting to get rock hard as my belly started to fill. Finally, it stopped (about 15 minutes or so) and he produced a pail. He had me rear back on my knees and empty my bowels into the pail. I could smell the familiar aroma of Ivory soap (and poop) as everything inside of me came out. When I was done, he took toilet tissues and wiped my bottom and had me lay back down. By this time I was mostly awake and prostate fluid was starting to drip from my stiff member.
Joe took the pail and enema bag away and about 10 minutes later he returned with another enema and clean pail. He had me get on my knees, legs spread, head and shoulders down, and proceeded to insert the nozzle and begin the second enema. He held the nozzle in with one hand and began lightly stroking my balls and stiffie with his other hand. He would occasionally move the nozzle back and forth slowly. I was getting more and more aroused as he continued stroking my penis and, finally, just as the bag emptied, I went into a massive orgasm and shot a thick load of semen onto the towel that he had put under me when he started the second enema. After expelling, I was totally spent. Then Joe brought me a good cup of coffee to enjoy while he continued to explore my exposed privates.
The next night, I reciprocated and this time it was Joe's turn to wear the hospital gown and get the early morning enemas along with rectal temps. He, too, came while getting the second enema. We repeated this scenario several more times in subsequent visits and it became our favorite enema activity - waking each other up from a sound sleep with filling our bellies with warm soapy water and making each other orgasm. It makes for a better alarm clock when someone else is on the other end of the hose doing the administering.
Joe and I don't get together anymore as he lives on the east coast and I now live on the west coast. I would love to find another partner who would enjoy that scenario. Nothing like waking up to a good cup of coffee...and a good enema!