Ever since I can first remember, I've always had a severe constipation
problem. Since I was a little kid, I got enemas every Saturday morning
from my Mom, to clean me out, plus enemas during the week, when she felt
I needed one. When I was very young, she'd use a squeeze bulb type, with
a regular enema nozzle. Shed have me lie down on my belly, on a towel
which she'd put on my bed, and she'd fill the bulb from a pitcher of hot
water with Ivory soap in it. Shed keep refilling the bulb, and me, until
I couldn't take anymore, at which point she'd usually coax me into
taking another bulb or two. Then, I'd lie there holding it in as long as
I could. After the first enema, I always had to take at least one more
enema, of clear water, unless she thought I needed another soap enema,
or I asked for one. I enjoyed the feeling of being penetrated, and loved
the way the water felt going into me, so sometimes I asked for another
one, even if I didn't think I needed it.
She was always very open about giving me enemas, and had no compunction
about relatives, neighbors, friends, or anyone knowing that I needed
one, was going to get one, or was getting one. Frequently, she'd just
tell whoever was with her to come into my room while she gave me an
enema, so they could keep talking. While I was always embarrassed about
my enemas, I remember kind of liking that feeling, so I never protested.
My sister, who was several years older than I, was a frequent viewer in
When I was young, I remember taking my usual soap suds enema from the
bulb, and that day it was a particularly large one. I was very plugged
up, so I needed it, and Mom kept coaxing me to take another bulb every
time I told her I was full. She had me hold it in longer than I ever
had, before she let me go to the bathroom. When I came back, she told me
I needed another one with soap, which I was glad to hear. She then told
me that I was big enough to use adult equipment, so I'd be getting it
from the bag. At first, I didn't know what that meant, but I didn't mind
trying something new. So, I laid down on the bed, and she left to get
the equipment ready. When she came back she was holding an open topped
red bag, with a large, black, douche nozzle on the end of the tubing,
which was shiny with Vaseline. I knew I wanted all that water in me, and
didn't mind the idea of a larger nozzle, either.
As soon as I felt the nozzle pressing against my ass, I instinctively
lifted my hips up to meet it. She told me I was a very good boy about
taking my enemas, and how much she appreciated that. I was in Heaven as
she slid the nozzle deeper into me than anything had ever penetrated,
and I loved the snug fit when it was all the way in. A minute later, I
heard, for the first time, the most wonderful sound in the world: an
enema clamp snapping open. I really enjoyed the way the water just
flowed into my ass, pouring inside me, without the stop and start of the
bulb. I took the entire bag without once asking her to stop, which got
me a lot more praise from her. When I heard the bag gurgle, and saw that
it was empty, as she shut the clamp, I told her I liked this way of
taking enemas much better, and asked if I could take all my enemas this
way from now on. She smiled, and told me of course. I lay on the bed
holding it in and feeling wonderful, especially when I realized I still
had to take a plain water enema after this one!
Over the next few weeks, I made sure that I got lots of enemas, and even
started asking for them when certain people were in the house, in
particular some cousins of mine who were grown women. I was always very
embarrassed about having them see me take my enemas, but I found I
couldn't resist having them see me take them. Also, I noticed my sister,
who was well into puberty by this time, rarely missed one. In fact,
after a few weeks, my mother told her that if she was always going to be
there, she should make herself useful, and hold the bag up. She always
held it up very high, and would sometimes stand on the bed and have the
tubing going straight up, if I was plugged up badly, and the water
wouldn't go in. She loved to see me get my enemas, and was always
telling Mom that she thought I needed one, which was fine with me.
When I hit puberty, my enema experiences changed radically: I noticed
that my cock always got hard from two things, pretty girls and enemas. I
had no idea why, at first, but I realized that I always got hard as soon
as Mom slipped the nozzle into my ass, and while it felt great, I didn't
know what to do with it. The first time I got up to go to the bathroom
with a hard on, I remember my sister giggling at me, and my mother
telling her to stop. After a week or two of this, Mom made a change.
Years later, my sister told me that Mom had always gotten turned on by
giving me enemas, but felt wrong doing it once I hit puberty. So, she
finally convinced Dad to let her give him enemas, and, according to Sis,
they still do that frequently, and they both enjoy it. So one day, Mom
told me I was too old to get enemas from her anymore, so my sister would
give them to me from then on. She said I had to take them whenever my
sister said to, just as if it came from her.
The first time Sis gave me one by herself, without Mom watching, she got
the bag ready, then came into my room and told me to undress. I was hard
by the time I got stripped, and she looked at it, shaking her head.
"Don't you know what to do with that yet," she asked. I asked what she
meant, and she pointed at my cock.
"Not really," I told her. She said to lie down and she'd show me
something I'd like. When I was on my belly, she slid in the nozzle and
told me to start rubbing it against the towel. Of course, as soon as I
started I knew I was onto something great. She opened the clamp, and as
the water started filling my ass, my cock felt better and better. Shed
been holding the nozzle fully inserted, but then she started fucking my
ass with it, slipping it in and out as I wiggled up and down. At that
age, it only took a few strokes before I came for the first time, with a
scream. Of course, I still had most of the bag to take, and take it I
did. Lying there, in a puddle of cum, with the nozzle pouring water into
me, made the warmth of the orgasm seem to go on forever. When I had the
whole bag in me, my sister told me that whenever I got hard, I should
tell her, and she'd give me an enema to take care of it. From that day
on, I got 3 or more enemas daily.
One day, I came home from school with a throbbing erection, unable to
think of anything but getting an enema. I walked into my sister's room
to ask for one, but she had a girlfriend over. She asked what I wanted,
but I couldn't bring myself to ask in front of her friend. She told me
she knew what I wanted, and I shouldn't hesitate to mention it, just
because she had company. I still couldn't say anything, so I just told
her it was nothing, and started to leave.
"Wait a minute, I know that look. You need an enema, don't you?" she
gloated. I could only nod my head. "Well, why didn't you say so? All my
friends know about your problem, she won't mind moving into your room
while I give it to you. Go get ready."
By this point, I was usually able to keep from cumming until I'd taken
the entire enema, so my sister would have me roll over onto my back, and
jerk off so she could watch me shoot. That was fortunate, since that's
what she wanted me to do in front of her friend. In fact, that's what
she made me do in front of most of her friends, over the next few
months. On my next birthday, she bought me a three quart hospital style
clear bag, with a larger, inflatable nozzle nozzle, and "christened my
ass" with it in front of three of her friends.
By the time I went to my senior prom, I knew enough about sex to realize
what I'd been doing all these years, and to keep my mouth shut about
liking to take enemas. I got them every day from my sister, and once in
a while she'd have one of her friends give me one. I had a few
girlfriends, but I never discussed enemas with them, until prom night.
The girl I went with stayed the night at my house, more or less with her
parents' knowledge, and I had regular sex for the first time. When we
woke up, it was Saturday morning, and I was nervous about my sister
coming in with the enema bag, since I didn't know how my girlfriend
She quickly put me at ease, by telling me that she envied her older
sister, who was one of my sister's friends. When I asked why, she told
me that her sister had seen me take my enemas, whereas she hadn't.
Before I could express my joy at this, in came my sister with the
bulging three quart bag, nozzle greased up and ready to go. I asked if
they'd arranged this, and was told of course they had. My sister told me
she hoped I hadn't planned on the beach or anything, because she had to
teach my girlfriend how to give me enemas, and she figured it would take
I rolled over and told them I hoped it took all week.