In my cousins' family my uncle was the one most concerned abot regularity and enemas. This uncle was my mother's brother. He would tell one of my cousins to get the jar. That meant go to the fridge and get the jar of suppositories. Then that cousin would drop his pants and underwear and bend across a circular ottoman that my uncle used and my uncle would push a suppository up his ass. My uncle would ask, "Can you feel it working yet?" When the answer was no my uncle would say to my aunt, "You better mix an enema. The suppository doesn't seem to be doing Ray any good." He would tell my cousin to get the bag. My cousin would get the bag and an oil cloth sheet and a pillow. The sheet was stretched on the powder room floor and the pillow was rolled so my cousin would fall back on it and have his ass raised so my uncle could easily push the nozzle into his ass.
One time I was there and my uncle told me to get out of my clothes. I asked, "What for?" He said so I can get an enema up your ass. (Of course I knew, why otherwise I would never be told to undress) Your mother told me you were having a problem moving your bowels. I was. Every day from 2 to 22 my mother asked if my bowels had moved. From the time I was 12 until I was 16 she kept a record of my answers. After three days with no action it was enema time. Both of our families had an open top enema bag that was hung from a hook in a hall closet.
This day I was 15 and my oldest cousin around 17 hung in the doorway and watched me strip. Naturally I sprung a boner and my cousin laughed and said are you going to massage your dick. My uncle said and what happens when you get an enema. You grow one, don't you. The enema made me do what I needed to do. I always felt hungry after an enema cleaned me out.
When I came out of the bathroom my uncle said to my cousin I have enough enema left over to give you one. Get out of your clothes so I can fill you. My cousin said I'm okay. I don't need one. My uncle said we'll see. Get our clothes off. My cousin got out of his clothes and his dick was a board. He got on the floor and my uncle greased his crack and hole and pushed the nozzle in him and filled him. My cousin said let me up. I have to go. My uncle said you have to hold it longer, but it started to seep out of my cousin's hole so my uncle told him to get on the commode.