The follow story is a true account of enema play with a neighbor boy ‘Rob' (3 doors down from my house) some time between 1955 and 1958. Growing up in the late 40's and 50's in the southwest, enemas, as many others have written were a fact of life…. If you sneezed to many times you MUST be coming down with something, so it was out with the bag or bulb.
Everyone's bathroom had a least one or two hook to hang the bag from and seeing a bag drying on the shower rod or towel rod was not unusual or even thought of. I recall this story now as a 56 Y/O male. Rob visited his grandmothers (know to me as Aunt Ellen) most days, and throughout the summer for his mother worked full time. His grandfather was an engineer and worked out of an large office behind the garage. He wasn't a very friendly type and was always working when we were playing there. You didn't dare go into his office unless he took you there. Now that the background is over on to the story.
This started on one hot summer afternoon in the bathroom, at Aunt Ellen's house. There was always a white enema can hanging from the hook above and beside the commode. It had a black bulbous enema tip hanging down on the amber tubing and it always had fluid in it, plain water I think.
Rob said, "Do you want to see my big squirt gun that grandma lets me play with?"
He then picked up the tip and aimed it at me as if it was a water gun. He couldn't get the tube latch undone so he couldn't squirt me. Later in the afternoon we were in there again and I guess making to much noise for Aunt Ellen came in. I was on the commode and playing with the tip at that time. She asked what we were doing and we told her playing with the big water gun. She ask if we knew what it was for and of course we both said enemas. She said we shouldn't be playing with it for it was not a toy and she left the room. Five minutes later we were finally able to open the clip and water was squirted all over the place. She came back and was VERY upset. She said we should both get on the Business end of the water gun if that's what we wanted. Rob's grandmother (Aunt Ellen to me) was in her 50's at this time very skinny accept for her breasts which must have been at least 38-40 Ds.
I was told to standup and leave my shorts on the floor, Rob was told to remove his shorts also and we had to stand in the tub while she took down the white water gun. She then preceded to fill it and float the bar of Ivory in it. Once full and milky she hung it back on the hook. She then told us to stay there and she would be back in a moment. When she return she had a robe on and had removed her house dress of the day. It was not buttoned all the way up and you could see the top of her boobs.
Aunt Ellen turned to me and questioned me about the enemas that I had received at home. My mom was not a good enema giver as I was about to find out. Mom's version was for you to sit on the commode and she would put her hand between you legs, lube you ass and put the tube in. She would turn the water on till you insisted that you couldn't take anymore. She'd then give you more till you really fought and then removed the tube, put the bag in the sink and left the room as you let it rip. Aunt Ellen said that HER enemas would not be that way and that I would like the slow way that she gave them.
She then had Rob get out of the tub and she sat on the closed commode, Rob was told to lay over her legs, he instantly got into position (I later learned that everyone in their family had at least one enema a week.. More if you needed them.) On the commode tank was a jar of petroleum jelly that she reached back and got quite a bit on her fingers. Rob then spread his legs apart and she put some on a finger and lubed his rosebud, and then she pushed her finger all the way in his ass… he squirmed a bit and she ask him how it felt? He said, "fine".
She ask him if his peepee was getting hard. He said, "Yes and it felt good." She must have moved her finger in and out at least ten times and you could see Rob relax on her. As I stood naked in the tub I could see down the top of her robe and saw my first set of erect nipples on her boobs. She saw me looking and just smile at me. I swear that she moved so I could see the big round brown rings around her nipples. At that time she removed her finger from Rob's rosebud and lubed the enema tube, and slowly inserted it into Rob. She reached for the clamp and opened the flow. She then pinched the tube to slow the flow down and ask him if the flow was ok. He said yes, as she held the tube in place. Eventually she remove her hand from pinching the tube and placed her hand between his legs rubbing his lower tummy.
He said, "Oh...grandma that feels good."
About that time the can gurgled and startled me, for I had never heard that before. She told Rob that he was a very good boy but needed to hold the enema a few minutes. I didn't know how that was possible from my previous experience. She removed the tube and instantly replaced it with her finger, into his rosebud at full length, and continued to rub his tummy with the other hand, every once in a while I saw her put her rubbing hand on his peter. After a few minutes he said he had to go so she helped him up (with her finger still in him), opened the commode and he sat down and she removed her finger, removed the lube on a towel and gave him a hug saying that he was a very good grandson. When she hugged him, her big boobs were right in his face, partially covered.
When Rob was finished letting it out she prepared another plain water enema for a rinse and explained to me that it was not good to have soap residue in you bowels. I had never heard of a rinse in my life at that time. The rinse was much faster, just a short lube and tube insertion and the about half the can of plain water. This time she didn't take the tube out till he was on the pot.
She then took me to her bedroom after giving me a towel to cover up with, and set me down on the bed while she stood and talked to me. She asked me if I wanted an enema like Rob got? (You got to be kidding)
I said, "I would like to try it, for it was different than anything I had ever received" At that time I was eleven or twelve and had enemas at least once a month from my mom for as long as I could remember. Then I got the story that I could not tell anyone about this or we would both get into trouble. I accepted it since I spent a lot of the summer with Rob. I was also sent to their house when mom had to go somewhere and had previously stayed there overnight many times. From Rob's previous comments I knew that he had enemas all the time and enjoyed them.
Rob then came into Aunt Ellen's bedroom with his underwear on and said he was finished. She gave me a hug and asked if I wanted mine now or later? I said I would like to try one now, so off to the bathroom we went. As she prepared the soapy water it was explained to me that she would go slow and I was to tell her if I got a cramp or felt like I couldn't take anymore. She said it would take a few times for me to take as much as Rob did for he had two quart enemas all the time from her and also his mom. She then told Rob that since this was the first time I should be alone with her. He could be with me later, so he was off to the TV and cartoons.
Aunt Ellen then told me to drop the towel and gave me a hug before we got started. I could feel her stiff nipples when she hugged me, I wanted to grab them but knew I shouldn't. First she ask me if I had any questions? "No," I said. Then she reminded that no one should know about this and I agreed.
She sat down on the commode and had me lay over her legs, then massaged my butt for a moment and told me to relax and spread my legs. At first she put her hand around my penis and said my little peepee would feel better in a while and removed her hand. I then heard the jar being opened and she got the jelly out, spreading my legs she put a large glob on my rosebud. I knew it was more than she put on Rob and she slowly rubbed it on my crack and ass.
VERY SLOWLY she started to push her finger up my ass and it felt GREAT… this was my first finger penetration. She then started to tell me about a prostrate and how it helped make you feel good, about that time she was on top of mine, I didn't know what happened but it felt sooo good and she continued to rub her finger in an out of my ass…. I thought I had gone to heaven. She asked if I was ok and at the same time took a hold of my peter and squeezed it lightly, I was harder than ever and I had even forgot that I was to get an enema. I then felt the bulb of the enema tip at my rosebud and it swirling around with slight pressure. It felt VERY large not like mom's enema tip. And then slowly she inserted the tube all the way in, I figure it must have been about five inches long and the bulb (head) a little larger than a nickel. She then massaged my but for a moment and asked if I was ready to start my enema. Before I could answer I heard the click of the clamp and felt the slow warmth entering my ass……… it just kept flowing very slowly without a single cramp. I must of laid on her lap for at least ten to fifteen minutes as the soapy water entered and she massaged my lower stomach and touched my penis numerous times. I could not believe that one could get an enema without cramps and that you could take more that part of a bag from the way mom gave them, it was a total different experience.
All of a sudden I heard the gurgle from the enema can, I had the entire can in me and had NO urgency to get up. She said my what a big boy you are, did you know you took the entire can? Now I was starting to feel very full, it hit me. She said that she still wanted me to hold it for a while but would help me. Very slowly she removed the tube and inserted her thumb in my ass while grabbing my still very hard penis with her fingers. While I laid there she massaged me and I had my first assisted organism, I squirted all over her hand and robe. She asked me if that felt good, it sure did. At that time she had me get up and she put me on the pot and removed her thumb and instantly the flow from my but started, I wasn't constipated but I sure was full of shit. When I was finished she reminded me that I still had a rinse coming, my answer was I could take a couple from her…….she smiled and laughed. At that time she hugged me again and said I was sweet, I put my head on the top of her boob and she lifted it up where her tit popped up right in from of me…. She said go ahead and I took the stiff nipple in my mouth and sucked on it for a moment, she then stated we shouldn't have done that, it wasn't part of the procedure.
It was now time for the rinse and she stated that she was going to do it different than Rob's. She then opened a cabinet next to the sink and there must have been at least twenty different enema tips ranging from one that looked like a huge penis to numerous brown and tan tubes and tubes with round balloons on them. She took a reddish brown tube that was about a foot long and the size of my little finger. Then there was a knock on the door and it was Rob saying how much longer did I have for he wanted to play. Aunt Ellen stated that my rinse was soon to start and then we could play.
She took some towels out of the linen closet and placed them on the floor and had me get on my knees with my head towards the floor. She had a small tube with a rectal applicator on it (much like a prep H tube or KY which I don't think was available then) she put it in my rosebud and squeezed it out, it just felt like something going in. Then she lubed the long tube, removed the bulbous one from the hose and connected the new one. She then reinserted her finger and rubbed it around inside. Open the clamp and let it drain into the commode, closing the clamp and then started to put the long tube in my ass. After a very short entry (felt like the other tube) I felt the warm flow start very slowly again. As the flow continued she kept pushing the tube in and all of a sudden I felt the connector against my rosebud….. she ask me if it felt strange of if I had any cramps… It felt great!! At that time I saw her take a large measuring cup out of the sink and put more water in the enema can…. Saying I'm sure you can take more, I did but I sure had a raging young hardon to go with it. She took some of the goop from the tube with the rectal applicator on it and covered the palm of her hand, after that she massaged my balls and penis for a short time before I was blowing a load again. At that time she stated that I had taken two and a half quarts and was a very good enema patient. Slapped me on the butt and said it was time to get the snake out of my ass. With the tube still in me she had me stand and then get over the commode with sitting down as she pulled the tube out. I wanted to show how big I was so I sat there and held the water for a few minutes while she cleaned up……. She stated that anytime I wanted an enema to come and see her, just be sure that there wasn't any company there (Rob was ok) and also stated that anytime I stayed overnight it would be enema night for Rob and I.
After expelling the rinse water she had a warm wash rag with soap on it, she cleaned my butt, washed my penis and again put her finger up my rosebud for a moment. Rinsed me off and said it was finished. I hugged her again and said thanks that I had never felt anything that great, I then hugged her from behind and squeezed her nipples for a moment….. she sighed and reminded me that NO ONE was to know. And if mom was to give me an enema to take it and NOT say a thing and that I could come to her for a rinse.
This is the first account and Aunt Ellen and enemas that went on from that day till I was off to the west coast for college. As they say only the names have been changed. I will write additional accounts when I have time about Aunt Ellen, Jan the older girl next door and her sister, hospital stays and my adult enema life if desired.
