As a young boy, I had a lengthy stay in hospital. Every few days a young nurse gave me an enema. I was not allowed out of bed so she would put me on a bed pan and all the while I was trying to hide my tiny erection.
I must have been 12 or 13. I was complaining of stomach pain and my doctor ordered a lower GI x-rays. I went into the hospital overnight. In the evening an attractive nurse came into my room and announced that she needed to give me an enema to prepare me for the x-rays in the morning. She asked me to lay on my right side and pull my legs up toward my chest. She said she was going to lubricate my anal area. When she was applying the lubricant and her finger slipped inside me I know I moaned. I'm not sure if it was the stimulation of the nozzle or the warm water but I had the very first orgasm of my life.
Dr. Higginson: In the equipment part of the Gallery, there is a picture of a Jones can in the Cans subsection on page 4.
Jones, made in Ohio, was the most popular brand in the USA, though I grew up with a different brand for my enemas.
My hospital introduction was when I had my tonsils out when quite young. I remember it vividly, despite, my mother assures me, being as young as three or three-and-a-half. The table was a 3' square board which was placed over the end of the bath, and we had to lie on our sides while the nurse used a rubber Jacques catheter attached to a short length of tubing, and topped with a glass funnel. There were three of us, two boys, and a little girl a little older than me. I remember my acute embarrasment when my naked buttocks were exposed to her gaze, and my discomfiture was aggravated by her laughing at my predicament. Then her turn came, but I was too polite to watch the "rude thing" the nurse was doing to her. I have always regretted not having got my revenge there and then by spying on her, and returning her laugh with my smirk.
Despite being an aficianado for more than 50 years, until today I'd never heard of a "Jones can". I presume this is what is called a "douche can" in British nursing textbooks, and a "bock" in French.
European douche cans often have an outlet at the bottom, centrally located. The spout is thus L-shaped, tho' older ones were simply a straight glass nozzle from which the rubber tube hung vertically. To stop this spout getting damaged, for they were mostly of glass, the base was surrounded by a tin wall, with a half-moon cutout so the rubber tubing was not nipped when the can was placed on a table.
Other holders for the glass were of enamel, usually white, but sometimes pink, blue or even a floral design.
Modern European cans are of plastic - polythene or polypropylene usually, tho' in France this type of plastic is often incorrectly called "nylon".
An alternative design for British, French and German enamel douche cans had the spout, not at the center of the base, but on the side. This had the advantage of a larger can size, and with the flat base could be stood up on a table or desk.
The main disadvantage that there was always a quarter of an inch of fluid left in the can at the end of the administration, so the unwary could get an unexpected wetting.
French, German and British douche can design varied too in the presence or absence of a handle, and in the method of support if hung from a hook.
In the 1960s The standard British enamel can, prone to unsightly chipping was replaced with stainless steel.
I remember my first hospital enema. I was there with a burst appendix. The nurse came in with a rolling cart, with 'squeaky' wheels. She also had some newspapers. I saw some Sunday Funnies and said, "Gee you brought me some funnies."
She said, "No, you're going to get an enema." (I sure knew what that meant having many at home.)
The enema was administered from a Jones can with a 20" catheter...probably about 34 Fr. from memory and what I know now.
I got a few more before leaving the hospital. Lovely memories.
at 7 I was in the hospital and the nurse came in with a jones can and a pump. Turning me on my side she pumped me full and produced a raging hard on. At 12 or 13 I found a latex bag and tried it myself. I was hooked, I came just as the bag emptied.
It was many years ago.
I got to the hospital with food poisoning as 16 years old teenager.
During first two days in hospital I was left alone, I went back to normal. On the third day on the morning for me came a middle age nurse and said go for it. We entered the room; the nurse closed the door and asked me if I ever got enemas. I blushed with shame, but the nurse told me to undress and lie down on my left side with bent legs to the abdomen.
I lay red as a lobster. Then the nurse has prepared all for the whole procedure came to me and entered lubricated finger into my rectum. I felt like my cock immediately stood up to its full length! It was terrible to think that the nurse saw it all - certainly saw.
Then she inserted deeply into me a long nozzle-tube and began to enter the water. I remember that I felt a very strong stimulation, which I had never known before. A nurse talked to me all the time. When she manipulated with her hands, repeatedly touched my penis and testicles. During those 3-5 minutes I just could not breathe - I was choking.
I remember that the nurse was massaging my abdomen, buttocks and then touched my penis. I just shot sperm, as the gun ... Only several years later, I realized that a nurse helped me just by seeing and observing the "picture" of what happened to me I experienced.
After that in hospital I received an enema every day for a week. After three days of the first day of the first enema came the same nurse. When she gave me an enema the second time she just gave me a hand job. Here was my first experience!
I learned a lesson that there are not only beautiful women but also intelligent, sensitive and honest nurses.
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At age 40 I had a physical and part of the physical the doctor ordered a flex sig. When I entered the endoscopy dept a nurse escorped me to a room wen she told me to take my skirt and panties off and put on a hospital gown. A feew minutes later the nurse told me to lie on my left side. As i did I looked over my shoulder where she opened a cabinet and took out two fleet enemas and two rectal tubes. After removing the protective cap she wiped the enema tip with a piece of tissue and attached a rectal tube to the enema tip. The nurse then lubicated the 12 inch recatl tube the full length. The nurse then told me to take a deep breath. As I did she lifted mu cheek and I could feel the rectal tube slowly inserted. The tube felt really deep when she finally squeezed the Fleet enema into me. Once empty the nurse pulled the enema tube out and told me that another one was going to used. As repeated the second enema I started to cramp and told her I needed to go. As she slowly removed the rectal tube she told me I could go and use the toilet after I counted from one hundred to zero.
As I counted the cramping was getting worse. Finally I was done counting and ran to the toilet. After I was done the nurse inspected the results and told me that she needed to repeat the enemas. After the second series the nurse gave me a third series using three Fleet enemas. I thought I was going to die after she gave me the third enema. Finally she told me I was ready for the procedure.
I never got a Fleet enema in the hospital after that and AI am glad I haven't.
Years ago, I spent a few days in a ward for elective surgery. From an adjacent room would frequently come sounds of a woman crying, pleading, and sometimes cursing—all disturbingly loud. This went on each day. Curious as to what in the world was her problem, I finally asked one of the nurses and was told that, as a burn patient, her therapy involved frequent and regular saline enemas. Soon after, when able to get out on the floor for a walk-around, I noticed a wheeled cart parked by the door of the woman's room. It was stacked with a dozen or more one-time use, three-quart enema bags containing the saline mixture.
in 1960, when I was 10,I went to the hospital to have my appendix removed.I was placed in a ward with 7 or 8 other kids my age.the next morning, the Nurse came in the ward carying a bulging, red open-top enema bag,just like the one my mother had,and was headed in my direction.my heart was pounding!!!right behind her was another Nurse pushing an IV pole,and they came right to my bedside.I could barely ask"is that for me"?!there was no answer.. I was starting to panic.I was scared shitless(well, allmost).then they pulled the curtains around the kid's bed next to me!! It was for him!!!thank God!!he was fussing and carring on,and another Nurse joined them,and when the crying started,I knew he wasn't having much fun, and after a few minutes,the Nurses left with an empty enema bag.and since then,I've wished it was was Me instead of him!!
My first pleasurable enemas came in the hospital. I had received enemas before as a child from my parents, and really hated them. But in the hospital I got three enemas in the course of 10 days from young pretty nurses, and enjoyed them so much that I was hoping another could have been squeezed in before I was discharged.
This started a life-long addiction to enemas.
I'm hoping theres an experienced nurse on this site who can instruct me on the details of administering real old fashioned hospital enemas of the 3H SSE verity. volume,how high to hang the bag-can, how long to retain, and how many, would be real helpful.not looking for them to be pleasurable,but authentic.my lady gives me enemas, but theres mixed results.been told that the enemas nurses gave you in the hospital were real uncomfortable and embarassing,but cleaned you out like nothing else could.
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I was 9 years old and in the hospital because my appendix had burst. I had already been given two enemas and not liking them I had fought hard not to receive the first one but the nurse and two aids restrained me while it was given, A day later when it came time for the second enema I realized that I had no choice and didn't resist and discovered that the experience was not as bad as I expected it to be, not real good but not terrible. Two days later as I was being given the third of what would be six more enemas during my fourteen day stay. The nurse assisted by an aid, had put a colon tube into me which I realized felt very good going in and I could feel it warm up when the enema started flowing. She held the tube in and controlled the flow by pinching the hose, I could see the aid was raising and lowering the can as the nurse directed. I cramped several times, the enema was stopped, and the nurse told me to pant like a puppy and it would help the cramp go away and it did. When the enema restarted I could feel her pushing the tube into me further and heard her tell the aid that if the enema went higher it would be easier to take. As I was taking it I started feeling a tingling in my groin, something I had never felt before and as the enema progressed the tingling grew stronger and stronger. I began squirming and the nurse called for another aid to help hold me steady as she continued. I didn't know what was happening and suddenly I orgasm'd which was scary to me but felt good at the same time. As I did I think I made mewing sounds, my body stiffening, shaking and jerking, the orgasm was dry.[/b]
When it was over I heard the aid holding the can ask the nurse if what was happening was what she thought was happening. She replied yes and that she was surprised it was because of my young age. The other aid told her that quite a few of the older boys experienced them while receiving an enema. The enema continued and with the tingles gone I had a hard time doing so but with the nurses coaching and encouragement I took it all. Then as she slowly pulled the tube out of me I could feel the tingles slightly coming back. [/b]
During the enema I also realized that as I felt the tingles growing I was also having an erection. After that I looked forward to receiving enemas and was disappointed the days I didn't receive one. While receiving the remaining 6 I orgasm’d during four of them and they were also dry.[/b]
My first wet orgasm was when I was just past 11 and playing in the bathtub with a shower that slipped over the tub faucet. My mother used it to rinse hair with after shampooing. The spray head could be pulled off the hose and I was directing the stream of water onto my penis which had become erect as I washed it with a soapy hand. Then I lay back in the tub, brought my knees up and directed the flow against my anus holding the tip of the hose against it but not pushing it in, the strong stream of water gave me a mini enema and as it started I orgasm and stopped the injection. Later I would use it again to give myself mini enemas and usually experience an orgasm as I did. I would only hold it against my anus till I orgasm’d but not push it in. I never took much that way even though it felt really good because I didn’t want to have too much to expel and have to explain to my mother why I would have to take an extra long time in the bathroom.[/b]
When I was about 12 or 13 I had to have a barium enema. I checked in the afternoon before, and they gave me castor oil that evening. I spent a lot time on the toilet, and throwing up in the toilet, it really made me sick. The next morning a female nurse and a male orderly came and took me to an exam room with a bathroom attached, this was maybe 30 to 60 minutes before the barium enema. The nurse got me into a knee-chest position on an exam table and the male orderly gave me an enema using a round stainless steel water pitcher which had rubber tube connected on the side toward the bottom. I didn't feel anything at all while he was giving the enema, no doubt due to the fact I'd been completely cleaned out the night before. He only gave me part of the water and then he put the pitcher on top of a cabinet and left.
The nurse had me lie on my left side and wait a couple of minutes. She asked me if I felt like I needed to go to the bathroom, and, being an honest kid, I told her I didn't and mentioned the castor oil. She told me I still needed to have a bowel movement before getting the barium enema and got the enema pitcher off the cabinet. She told me to stay on my side, and started giving me the rest of the water. She stopped a couple of times when I told her I was feeling full, but she didn't quit until I had taken almost all the water. At the point where I told her I was feeling really, really full, she stopped and let me go to the bathroom. The barium enema wasn't fun at all. Afterwards the same nurse came in my room and told my parents most patients got another enema to clean out the barium residue, but she figured I'd had enough for one day.
I think I was between 3 and 4 , had double pneumonia, I was laying in bed, I watched 2 nurse walk into my room, one had a small cardboard package in her hand, she opened it and removed a clear plastic bag with a long hose coming from the bottom, I watched as she poured something into the top of the bag, and after adjusting the water temp, she put some in the bag, shook it up, I had never seen an enema bag like this and was not sure what was going on,while she was doing this the other nurse took my gown and panties off, she put a diaper under me, washed and lubed my butt, I sorta figured what was happening and tried to kick free, she had a good grip on my ankles, she just lifted my butt up, took the nozzle end of the hose that had been lubed, and inserted it, I screamed as she released the clamp,I tried to get away, I was too weak and too small for these 2 nurses, lol, I was diapered and left to throw my tantrum, which I did, lol, I got the same treatment 4 or 5 more times during my stay, not counting my children, I was in the hospital 3 more times and got enemas everytime, I did not hate all of them for sure.
When I was 13 back in the 1950s I was in hospital for elective surgery and admitted the day before the surgery.It was a four bed ward with the beds arranged in a row and no attached bathroom that was down the corridor. After dinner they others had some visitors but I didn't and all was going well when a nurse came with a trolley and drew the curtains dividing my bed from the others. She said the doctor had ordered an enema and since I had no visitors could she save time and do it now.
I had them before so I reluctantly agreed and got out of bed and slipped my pyjama bottoms off.As I was doing so one of the visitors from the other boys walked past going to the bathroom and saw me as the nurse hadn't closed off the end curtain because of the trolley. As I lay on the bed I heard a lot of low voices and several of the others walked past they seemed to need the bathroom a lot.The nurse made sure I took the lot which was making me feel very bloated and a little nauseous when she said I could sit on the pan which came as a great relief. After she left the visitors had all gone by this time the guy in the next bed asked if I was feeling better apparently I had been groaning a bit as I got the enema and I hadn't realised it.
At age 12 I was in the hospital with a head injury. Since I was bed ridden I became constipated because I was afraid to use a bed pan.One morning my mother then told me I was going to have be given an enema.I new what one was but did not know what to expect.
That afternoon the nurse came into the room with the enema equipment and explained the procedure.The enema felt good but I was always afraid to admit to friends.
I got my first enema from the hospital for a barinum when I was 28 a beuatifull women administer the enema and my butt was sticking out full view I had an erection the entire time. The first time getting double ballon enema. I want to do that experience again.
I was about 14 when I got my first enema I was in the hospital a black nurse came in and give it to me. It had 2 packs of castle soap in it and was very hard to take. She told me to pant like a dog and take it all in. The cramping was very bad and had to hold it while she cleaned the bag in the bath room. As she left the room she said if it did not do the gob I would be getting another. As I set down I though it would never stop coming out, I guess she know her business and did not need the second one. But after that it was a turn on to see a enema bag hanging up.
I had a hernia repaired back in 1968 at age 7. Standard procedure for abdominal surgery was that faithful enema and they also shaved my cock and balls. I remember saying to the male orderly that he's wasting his time...there isn't any hair there to shave! LOL. He was just grinning the whole time. But that enema was outstanding, and it was the first right-side enema I ever had.
I was in the hospial for over a month when I was 7. I didnt crap for weeks. They never gave me a enema, just a sapository. They would give me spong baths and one ugly nurse washed my rock hard wang really good. :-[
I have had a few, all of them asked for, before some procedure or other. Unfortunately they were always Fleets but somehow all of the nurses who administered to me appeared to enjoy what they were doing and didn't convey the "clinical" feeling.
Once, while waking up after a carotid cleanout operation I realized that a cute nurse was washing my genitals very thoroughly and when finished she went around behind me and really washed the entire caudal cleavage (crack of my ass)The rest of that stay I was waiting for her to return but no luck.
mine was one i asked for not cause i was constipated but wanted to see if i could talk a nurse into it well i started telling my night nurse that i had bowel problems and she told me she would get the am nurse to give me something stronger which was a pill which i kinda forgot to swallow well 4 hrs later i told her it did not work and about 20 mins later she told me she was waiting for my doctor to approve a enema well 30 mins later i was in the left side position with a nice fleet enema being given and that did work lol ;D
I received an enema in the hospital when I was 19. I remember the nurse was attractive with a shapely figure and red hair. She can into my room with a tray carrying a bulb syringe and jar. She told me to turn over on my left side. When she began to lubricate my anus I immediately felt the unmistakable sensation of Vicks Vapo-rub. Being in a hospital I know she must have had access to KY, so I could only assume she used the Vapo-rub on purpose. After I received the enema she came back to my room several times asking me if I needed another one. She seemed overly eager. To this day, I believed she actualy enjoyed giving me the enema.
I was in hospital as a teenager in the 1970's twice. The first time when I was 14 was quite excruciating because I got rectal temperatures all the time from a procession of nurses all women - and nearly all young. I didn't feel very ill but had a fever and wasn't eating much. Each day they asked if I had a bowel movement and I always said yes though that was usually not true.
Then I was asked to provide a sample - and of course couldn't perform. This went on for several days. Then one day around "temperature time" I was having a bath in a bathroom. Then there were knocks on the door and a tall brunette nurse asked me to come back to bed. But I said I was busy. Every so often the nurse knocked again.
Then to my amazement as I was getting dressed the nurse must have unlocked the door on the outside because she walked in carrying a tray of stuff. She said she had come to get a stool sample, and needed to give me an enema. I did not really know what that was - but I did not like the sound of it. I had to hop up on a trolley and face the wall, lying on my side. Then I was asked to remove my pyjama bottoms. Then just like I was getting my temperature taken, she said I was to pull my knees up.
Next I knew the nurse pulled up my dressing gown baring my bottom, and parting my cheeks with one hand slid something - a nozzle which felt more substantial than a thermometer - up my rear end. She said it wouldn't hurt but would feel a bit funny. There was a long pause and I looked round to see her holding a funnel attached to a tube. She poured liquid slowly into it. The feeling was intense as the water bubbled into me - there was no stopping it!
I was acutely embarrassed and hot and flushed - but worse was to come. I needed the toilet immediately she removed the nozzle. And there was one in the bathroom, but she said I was not to use that. Instead she put a cardboard bedpan on a stool and got me to sit on that. All that water just dropped out of me - with her in attendance! When I had done she got me to get up, covered up the pan, and asked me if I needed any help! No I certainly did not. So she left.
The experiences during that hospital stay were most puzzling. I recall feeling strange (very sexual I later realised) at night. And I got my first noticeable wet dreams in that ward.
I received my first enema at age 9. I was on a family vacation to Colorado and got altitude sickness. I woke up crying with a horrible stomach ache so parents took me to urgent care and I screamed when the dr. pushed on my lower abdomen. He asked if I had done a number two recently and I said I couldn't remember. I remember having an x-ray and the dr. pointing out the backed up poop in my belly. I laid in bed in agony for awhile (a curtain area with many other beds nearby) until the nurse came in and told me to lay on my left side. I had no idea what was happening and I saw her take a brown bottle with an orange cap from the cabinet. She told me it was going to go in my bottom and I needed to try to hold it for a little while so I could go to the bathroom. I rolled onto my side, she had me push my knees up to my chest, I don't remember her spreading my cheeks and lubing me up, just remember feeling a cold gooey sensation going into my bum, being held there for awhile then her pulling it back out again. I held it for about 5 minutes then had to go but only brown oily liquid came out. I went back to bed for a bit then remember taking a big poop on my own. I remember having to eat prunes for the rest of the trip. Since then I've been into r/t, lower GI exams and enemas.
Hi, I received my first hospital enema at around age 10. I really cute nurse who happened to live in the same small town gave it to me. We knew here from before so it was rather embarrassing but also comforting. My 2nd came at the age of 18 when I was away at college. This was different as I got quite stiff and hid it. I had to go down the hall wearing the gown to get to the potty which was embarrassing.
Many many years ago around age six I was in the hospital about a week for some surgery. As I recall, every other day two student nurses and instructor would come in to give me an enema. It was a different enema though. On the cart was a funnel with a long red rubber tube which they would insert deeply. Then I would be placed on a bed pan and one of the nurses would begin filling the funnel(and me)from a pitcher full of soapy water. It didn't feel like a regular enema because the was no sense cramping...just a warm 'filling' which continued until suddenly whoosh! It all came out into the bedpan. Since the tube stayed in, the nurse kept pouring and I kept taking until whoosh. I remember it as some kind of game and we all laughed as the enema came out. I loved it, it felt good, but alas it was not to happen after that.
I had one about 6 months ago. Was doing the colonoscopy affair, the night before drink kept coming out the wrong end. Drink throw up, after 10 glasses i decided it was enough. When I got to the hosp. the nurse asked me if i did the prep. I told her what happened. She talked to the doc and before i knew it she had a Fleets in my rear. Wasn't that great but it was better than nothing.
I had my first enema in hospital at the age of 14 while recovering from a car accident. I had 2 broken ankles and was constipated from the pain killers i had been given over a 2 week period. I also experienced my first ejaculation in the presence(and hands of so to speak!!!!)of a woman who wasn't in the pages of a magazine. Very reliving from both ends!
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