Even though many years have passed since my childhood, I can still
remember in vivid detail the first time that I was given an enema by my
mom with the infamous "Little Red Squeeze Bulb". Other events seem to
have faded into history, but that event I can recall with the same
clarity as if it happened yesterday.
I know that some people wretch at the mere thought of their childhood
memory of being given an enema, but for me, other than the initial shock
and embarrassment of it, I didn't find the experience unpleasant at all.
As a matter of fact, after that initial introduction, I sort of looked
forward to it for some reason. I just didn't know why...
My first remembrance had taken place the summer I turned nine years old.
I was out in the backyard playing when I heard my mom call me into the
house. Being a typical kid, she usually had to call me a few times. She
wasn't a stern mother or anything like that, its just that I knew better
than to push her limits. Looking back, I couldn't ask for a better
mother. She was (still is) a loving, gentle, God fearing no nonsense
mom. I think the mom's of the 50's & 60's were a lot different than they
are today. Back then, they were like the "Rock of Gibraltar", the only
real constant in a world of ever changing variables.
Anyway, after going into the house, I found her in the kitchen. She was
in the process of cleaning a few pan's in the sink. I remember staring
at the big bow on the back of her flowered apron that she use to wear
when working in the kitchen.
"Yes...mom, you called me?" I asked.
"Oh, there you are!" she chimed, with a little smile, as if somehow I
just appeared out of nowhere.
After a momentary silence, she said, "I want you to come inside for
awhile, I have something that I want to give you."
"What's that Mom?" I asked, immediately wracking my little brain trying
to figure out what she had for me.
"I want to give you a little cleaning out." she replied, in her soft
motherly tone. "It should only take a few minutes honey, then you can go
right back outside and play."
"A cleaning out!" I stammered. "What kind of cleaning out mom?" I asked,
with a puzzling concerned look on my face.
Detecting my sudden nervousness, she looked at me and smiled. "Oh don't
worry." she said, in a soft tone. "It's just a little enema to clean you
out, that's all."
"An ene-a-what, what's that?" I asked, inquisitively.
Smiling again, she let out a little laugh at my apparent adolescent
inquiry. "It's just a little warm water in your butt, that's all." she
said, trying to explain it in words that a nine year old would better
"In my butt!" I blurted. "Will it hurt?" I added, stammering a little.
"Of course not, dear." she said, smiling again. "You know I wouldn't do
anything to hurt you. I'm just going to squirt a little warm water in
your bottom, and that's all there is to it." she explained.
I was still somewhat hesitant, but her warm smile and reassuring tone
did seem to put me a little more at ease. Knowing that I could go back
outside afterwards, did give me a reassuring feeling that she didn't
think there was anything to worry about. You know how parent's can be
sometimes, especially through the eyes of a kid. They tell you that
something is wrong, then..."Boom", the next thing you know, your
picturing yourself either dead or laid out in a coffin somewhere. Holy
shit! It's enough to scare the hell out of you. Kind of like the time I
got hit in the head with a rock. When I went into the house, there was a
little blood running down my hair line. Upon seeing this, she screamed
"Oh my God!, your head is split WIDE open". I started dancing around the
kitchen freaking out, wondering if I was going to "live" or not!
Actually, I needed four stitches and a band aid. See what I mean...
Anyway, getting back to the story at hand.
"I'm going up to the bathroom." she said, drying her hands on the
kitchen towel as she spoke. "I'll call you when I'm ready."
"Okay mom." I stammered.
Nervously, I sat there in the kitchen waiting for her to call me. I
could hear the sound of the bathroom medicine cabinet being opened and
closed a few times, followed by the sound of the water running. I
couldn't help but wonder what she was doing up there. Her words that she
was going to "squirt a little warm water in my bottom" kept running
through my mind. I just couldn't visualize how she was going to do this.
At that point, all I knew for sure, was that I probably wouldn't have to
wait very long to find out...
Suddenly, the sound of my Mom's voice rang out from upstairs. "Tommy,
you can come up here now, I'm ready for you!" Instantly, I glanced
towards the stairway. I was a little nervous, but the tone of her voice
pretty much gave me the feeling that there was nothing to "really" worry
Moments later, I found myself stepping into the doorway of the upstairs
bathroom. The distinct smell of ivory soap lingered in the air. My mom
glanced at me with a smile as I went into the bathroom. She was sitting
on the closed lid of the toilet straightening out a large fluffy blue
towel that was draped over her lap. She was still wearing the flowered
kitchen apron that protected her dress.
Glancing at the sink, my sense of smell was verified when I noticed a
bar of ivory soap floating among the bubbles in the half-filled basin.
Almost immediately, my attention was also drawn to something else that
was on the sink, something that seemed to mesmerize not only my
thoughts, but my imagination as well. Something inside told me that
"that" was the instrument She was going to use to "clean me out".
There on the top edge of the sink counter, apparently balanced on it's
base, sat this formidable looking object. It was a little smaller than a
baseball, but not quite as round. It was an off-red color, and had this
rounded black tube that was about three inches long sticking out of it.
It even "looked" like something that you would squirt water with. I
noticed a box with its top flap still opened sitting a little further
behind it. The picture on the box told me that it was the container that
it came in. The box read "Squeeze Bulb Enema Syringe". It didn't take a
rocket scientist to figure out just where that little black tube was
meant to be stuck.
"See, there's nothing to worry about." she said, softly. "It's just warm
water and a little soap." she added, gently swishing her finger tips
through the bubbly water. "Now pull your pants down, honey." she said,
taking my arm and gently pulling me towards her as she spoke.
Standing next to her, I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall down
around my ankles. Being shorts, it was easy to step out of them without
taking my sneakers off. Once my shorts were completely off, she reached
for my arm and told me to lay across her lap, explaining that it would
be easier that way. My t-shirt was long enough that I don't think she
noticed that I hadn't taken my underwear down yet.
Awkwardly, half kneeling, I leaned forward and began to push myself
across her lap. For support, I extended arms and clutched the top part
of her opposite leg, then pulled myself the rest of the way over,
falling snugly in place. It was almost as if her lap was meant for this.
Holding my arm, she sort of guided me into place. I remember the funny
sort of feeling it gave me to lay over her lap like that. I know this
must sound silly, but it actually felt quite comfortable.
Apparently, I wasn't in the right position, because no sooner was I over
her lap, when I suddenly felt her hands grab hold of both sides of my
hips. "Up you go!" she said, with a slight grunt, hoisting me up a
little higher on her lap. I felt like a bag of potatoes being shifted
around. I was still in a comfortable position, but I was high enough on
her lap that my lower section dangled freely. I was just about balanced
in the center of her lap. I remember looking down and seeing her shoes.
She was wearing a pair of those open-toe summer shoes that had a little
strap that buckled around her ankle.
"What's this?" she exclaimed, laughingly, pinching the fabric on the
back of my underpants, amused by my adolescent attempt at modesty.
"I, umm..., forgot them." I stammered, childishly thinking that somehow
it "might" have been okay to leave them on.
Becoming aware of my adolescent shyness, she tried to put me a little
more at ease by making light of the whole thing. "Oh, don't worry." she
said, in her reassuring motherly tone. "I've seen that little butt of
yours plenty of times, and there is absolutely nothing to be shy or
embarrassed about." she added, jokingly. "A lot of people get them, and
probably at lot of your friends do also." she laughed.
No sooner were those words out of her mouth, when suddenly, I felt the
fingers of her right hand clutch the elastic waistband of my underwear.
She began to pull them down with a side to side pulling motion, working
them down over my hips and rear. I could feel her left hand across my
back holding my hip while she worked them down. Once they were below my
knees, they sort of fell the rest of the way down, landing loosely
around my ankles. I gasped at the sudden bareness when I felt the room
air engulf my entire midsection, especially when she pulled the back of
my t-shirt up. Even though she was my mom, I felt embarrassed knowing
that she was looking right down at my bare rear.
Once I was over the initial shock of being bared, a funny sort of
feeling started to come over me. It was an unusual sort of feeling that
I had never experienced before. I found myself secretly enjoying the
little tingly sensations that I was getting from being bare bottomed
over her lap like that. It was more than just being bare, it was the
whole combination of sensations that produced this new found euphoric
feeling. The position, the soft towel under my tummy, the way I was
draped over her lap, the way my arms were crooked over her opposite leg.
All these things together, seemed to produce a peculiar sort of
sensation that was unlike any other that I had ever felt. Maybe it was
just the adolescent newness of discovering my body for the first time.
I'm not sure just exactly what it was, all I knew for sure, was that I
was thoroughly enjoying this new found euphoria. Little did I know, that
these sensations were nothing compared to the what I would feel in a few
Waiting for what was to happen next, I felt her turn and reach for
something on the back of the toilet. For a second, I thought that it was
that little bulb she was reaching for. I turned my head back to see what
was going on. She had retrieved a small jar of vaseline, and was in the
process of opening the lid. I watched as she dipped her index finger
into the jar and extracted a thick glob of the translucent goo. Still
looking back, I couldn't help but notice the shape and curve of my own
rear-end as it extended up over her lap. I could see little goose bumps
on the upper curve of my bottom cheek. My head was down to low to see
anything else, not that I really wanted to anyway. I turned my head
down, waiting for the inevitable...
"Now just relax, honey." she said, in a gentle voice. "I'm just going to
put a little vaseline around your opening."
As I laid there with my eyes closed, I felt her hand gently clasp the
inside of my thigh and tug it towards her. "Open you legs a little." she
said, alternately tugging one leg, then pushing on the other.
"There's the problem!" she exclaimed. "Your underpants! Bend you legs
back a little." she said, reaching back and pulling them off my ankles
when my feet were within arms reach.
"There, that's better." she said.
Immediately, my legs splayed open and free. I felt that strange tingly
sort of feeling again, as the cool room air went all up between my legs
and thighs. I remember it giving me one of those twitching shivers for a
second. I know this must really sound weird, but for some reason, I
remember having this sudden desire to just do all sorts of movements
with my legs. I wanted to open and close them, bring my legs back, kick
them around a bit while opening them real wide, just do all sorts of
stuff like that. I didn't dare though, fearing that my mom would think
that there was something wrong with me. It was just a nice feeling, to
feel yourself bare like that from the waist down.
Suddenly, I felt the fingers of her left hand touch my bottom crack,
then began to spread my cheeks open. As my bottom opened up, I could
feel a rush of cool air go right up the middle of my butt, causing a
tickling sensation all around my back hole. At just about the same time,
I felt her vaseline coated finger suddenly touch the outer opening. I
gasped at the suddenness of it, involuntarily clenching my bottom cheeks
around her finger.
"Just relax." she said, softly, detecting my sudden tensing.
Relaxing a little, I felt her finger begin to make little circular
motions all around the opening, then start push in a little at the same
time. It wasn't so bad I though, relaxing a little more as I got use to
this new intrusion. Of course, her reassuring tone had a lot to do with
it. As I relaxed, I could feel my bottom cheeks slowly unclench, then
spread open by themselves. That in itself, gave me a funny sort of
feeling. It was like your insides were opening up or something.
"That's...it hon, ju..st relax." she said, softly, almost whispering.
With my bottom relaxed, I suddenly felt her circling finger sink right
down into my hole. Letting out a gasp, I squirmed as her finger started
to move slowly in and out with sort of a twisting motion. I could feel
my little hole involuntarily tighten right around her moving finger. I
was totally unprepared for this! I never had anything touch me there
before. It didn't hurt or anything like that, it was mostly just a
sudden intense tingle that seemed go all up through me.
"Well, that should do it!" she exclaimed, slowly withdrawing her
slippery finger from my bottom.
"Now, that didn't hurt, did it?" she asked, with a pleasant laugh.
Still overwhelmed, I managed to mumble that it hadn't...
I was relieved that it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I only
hoped that the rest of it would be that way! I was still a little
worried about this enema business though...
Turning my head back again, my eyes widened as I watched her pick up the
little squeeze bulb. After moving it to her left hand, she dipped her
right index finger into that jar of vaseline again. Only this time, it
was sitting on the counter. Withdrawing her finger from the jar, I
watched as her finger applied the lubricant up an down the little black
shaft, hooking her finger and moving it around the nozzle until it
glistened with a thick coating. I was mesmerized at the sight of the
little black tube, knowing that that very tube was going to be put right
up my bottom in a few moments.
Wiping her fingers off, she took the bulb in her right hand, clasping it
with her fingers positioned vertically around the rubber bulb part. I
could hear it make a funny sort of sound as she gently squeezed it a few
times, apparently testing it.
Turning slightly, she extended her arm towards the sink. Squeezing the
bulb again, she dipped the nozzle into the soapy water. I could hear a
faint gurgling sound as the water was apparently being sucked up into
the rubber bulb. I thought to myself what a good squirt-gun it would
A few moments later, she withdrew the nozzle from the water, quickly
turning it upwards. I felt my stomach flutter as I watched her hand move
back from the sink. My eyes were fixed on the slightly dripping nozzle
as she moved it towards my rear end. I just turned my head down and
closed my eyes.
I jerked a little when I suddenly felt the fingers of her left hand
begin to separate and open my cheeks again. I knew that she could feel
my cheeks clench.
"It's okay, just relax." she said, in her soft voice, reassuring me
again that it wouldn't hurt a bit. "Your just going to feel a little
tingle when I put the nozzle in, that's all." she said. "It won't be any
more than what it felt like when I put the vaseline on you." she added,
in a quiet reassuring tone.
"Now, relax your bottom a little." she said, softly.
Gradually, my lower portion began to relax. I could feel the cheeks of
my bottom open again as the muscles released. Almost immediately, that
funny sort of euphoric feeling came over me again, like when she had
pulled my underpants down. It was sort of a warm fuzzy feeling that
seemed to emanate right in the middle of my bottom and travel right up
through me. I had no idea what it was, but I knew I liked it...
At that age, I knew enough to know that I wasn't supposed to "like"
things like that...at least I thought so at the time. Religious
upbringing I suppose.
Suddenly, I felt the tip of the nozzle touch my rear opening. My eyes
shot open when I felt the coolness of it's tip begin to slip into my
hole. A moment later, I let out a gasp as she slipped the nozzle all the
way in, right up to the base of the bulb. I felt tiny little prickly
sensations suddenly shoot out from all around my rear opening. She
released her left hand, causing my buttocks to close in around the
nozzle and part of the bulb. I could feel her left hand cup the fleshy
part of my outer hip while she held the bulb in place.
A moment later, she gently squeezed the bulb. Instantly! I felt a warm
tingly sensation shoot all the way to my tummy. My whole bottom seemed
to flood with the warmness of the soapy water. I could feel the warm
tingly feeling slowly spread throughout my entire midsection. I could
even feel it in the lower part of my tummy underneath me. It was such an
indescribable sensation that it immediately made me squirm and bend my
legs back. I could feel my feet and toes curl involuntarily.
"Are you all right down there?" she asked.
"I'm, umm...okay, mom." I stammered. "It just surprised me", still
feeling it squirt in as she asked.
"Just making sure." she said. "You just let me know if it feels like it
"I will mom." I muttered, emitting little guttural sounds as the warm
fluid pulsed in each time she squeezed the bulb a little more.
Almost involuntarily, I could feel my muscles around my rear hole
expanding and contracting, as if trying to milk the slippery little
nozzle. It was definitely a weird feeling.
"I'm just going to give you a few more bulbs full." she said. "That
should be enough to give you a good cleaning out."
Turning my head back, I could see the top part of her hand holding the
red bulb in place. I watched as she started to slowly pull the nozzle
back out of me. It gave me a strange feeling to see the nozzle come into
view, and feel it at the same time. It still glistened with vaseline and
water. I heard it make a sucking sound as she released her grip.
Once she took the nozzle out, I felt myself relax back down a little. At
least now, I knew what it felt like, and, what to expect...
She repeated the whole process four more times, and each time, I felt
that same strange tingly sensation go all through me. She was right, at
no time did I ever feel that it "hurt", like I expected. Although, I
have to admit, after four more bulbs full, I did feel a little cramp and
fullness in my midsection, but it was not unbearable or painful at all.
After the last bulb full, she kept me over her lap for a few minutes.
She said that she wanted to give the water a chance to "work". Even
though I felt a little full, I was getting a little thrill from being
bare butt over her lap like that. At the time, I didn't understand just
why it felt nice, I just knew that it did...
After helping me up from her lap, she told me to sit on the toilet for
awhile until all the water came out. As I sat there, she picked up the
squeeze bulb and box, then went back downstairs.
It seemed like it took forever for all the water to come out of me, but
it finally did, after about 15 minutes. Cleaning myself up, I went back
downstairs. My mom was sitting in the front room reading the newspaper.
"There you are." she said, with a smile, lowering her paper as she
looked towards me. "Is everything okay?" she asked.
"Oh yah, I feel okay Mom." I said, smiling back.
"That's good." she replied, still smiling. "A good cleaning out once in
awhile is healthy for your system." she added, further explaining the
importance of a proper diet, and of course an enema once in awhile to
clean you out.
A few minutes later I headed back outside to play. I remember being
acutely aware of a refreshed sort of feeling in my lower section.
Even though it gave me a thrill to be bare ass over her lap, I didn't
really think much about it at that point. I hadn't made a connection yet
between those tingly feelings and eroticism. It wasn't until about a
year later that I actually started to associate the sensations that I
had experienced during the enema, with other sensations that I was just
starting to discover, ie., the adolescent joys of masturbation.
That connection came one afternoon while I was helping my mom around the
house. I had been putting away some towels in the upstairs hall closet,
when I suddenly noticed something that captured my immediate attention.
There, sitting behind some towels, quite hidden from direct view, was
the box that the little red squeeze bulb came in. I stared at it for a
second, almost like I was hypnotized. I remember it having sort of a
medicinal look to it. Just seeing it sitting there like that made my
stomach flutter. My heart began to beat faster as I slowly reached out
to touch the oblong little box. It was like I was touching a "forbidden"
object or something. Gently clasping it, I could feel the round shape of
the rubber bulb inside of it. I wanted to take it out and look at it,
but I was worried that my mom might catch me.
My overwhelming curiosity was getting the best of me. I Quickly glanced
down the hallway to see if anyone was coming. Satisfied that I was
alone, I took the box out from behind the towels. Nervously, I pried
open the top of the box. After moving the side flaps out of the way, I
peered down into the container. A flushed feeling came over me when I
saw the little black nozzle sticking up, resting against the side of the
box. I stared at it for a moment, as images and feelings from the enema
flashed in my mind. Wanting to feel it, I stuck my fingers into the box
and felt around, exploring its contents. I was mesmerized by the texture
and feel of the rubber bulb and nozzle. As I gently touched the black
plastic tube, I was reminded of the fact that it was the same one my mom
had used on me last summer! My curiosity temporarily sedated, coupled
with fact that I didn't want to get caught, I quickly closed the box and
placed it back behind the towels.
Over the next few days, I kept thinking about the little squeeze bulb
that lay hidden in the closet, and remembering all the tingly feelings
that it had produced the previous summer. I started to wonder what it
would feel like to be given an enema again. As I had mentioned, it was
at a time when I was just starting to discover my body, so it didn't
take very much for me to make a connection between the enema that my mom
had given me and the new feelings I was experiencing. I started to think
of ways that I could somehow take the bulb out of the closet. I wanted
to see it again, feel it, play with it!
The final connection came one afternoon while I was home alone. I knew
everyone would be gone for a few hours, so I decided that this would be
a perfect time to play one of my "exploring myself" games. Until now, my
activities had been limited to my bedroom at night. I definitely did
some exploring in that room, but that's another story in itself. Only
Now, I was going to expand my explorations beyond my bedroom.
I made sure the doors were locked and the curtains were drawn. I was
always a little paranoid that someone might see me. You know how it is
when your ten years old. All that morning I had been thinking about all
the stuff I could do. This might sound weird, but I would think about
things like, pulling my pants down, stripping, running around the house
bare naked, just all sorts of little things like that to get a thrill.
I've often wondered if other kids did that sort of stuff when they were
Anxious to experience that "bare" feeling, I started to undo my jeans
right there in the front room. Out of habit, I glanced around for a
second, then pushed my jeans and underwear down to my ankles. I could
feel the cool room air suddenly tickle my front and back at the same
time. Little prickly goose bumps began to form on my bare skin. To get
more of this delightful sensation, I pulled up my t-shirt and tucked it
up under my arms. It felt so wickedly naughty to be standing there like
that with my whole midsection bare. I gently ran my hands over my front
and back for a few moments, then stretched myself, delighting in the
fresh tingly sensation that it was giving me all over my body. I know it
must sound hilarious, but to me this was the awakening of a whole new
world of physical sensations. I noticed that it felt more bare like that
for some reason, than if I had my cloths completely off.
For the next hour or so, I did all sorts of things to heighten the
sensations I was getting. I finally found myself lying on the couch
enjoying the feeling of the fabric as it tickled my tummy and butt when
I squirmed around. Then something happened that started my imagination
working. While lying on my tummy, I had inadvertently let one of my
knees fall over the edge of the cushion. I began to notice that it gave
me a tingly sort of feeling all up between my legs when I would gently
rock against it. I especially noticed how nice if felt all around my
little cock. Wanting more freedom, I kicked my jeans and underwear off
from around my ankles, then let my left leg fall completely over the
edge of the cushion. The sensation was exquisite!
I suddenly became aware of an openness feeling all around my bottom and
up between my legs. The open sensation reminded me of the feeling I had
gotten when my mom had given me the enema. Wanting to explore this
unique sensation further, I reached back and gently touched the little
opening with the tip of my finger. I delighted in the little prickly
sensations that I began to feel. I'm not sure exactly why, but suddenly
I wanted to see this hidden place that had given me such nice tingly
I remembered the oval stand-up mirror that my mom had in her room. It
would be perfect for what I had in mind. I could turn the mirror down,
then lay on the floor in front of it, viewing myself in any position
that I wanted to. The thought of it excited me. It suddenly dawned on
me, "why don't I take that little squeeze bulb with me"! I felt my
stomach flutter in anticipation of what I was about to do. I couldn't do
a real enema, but at least I could put the nozzle in me.
I got up from the couch and headed for the upstairs hall closet. I
enjoyed the sensual feeling that it had given me to walk through the
house bare ass like that. I knew right then and there that I would be
doing this again real soon. I just loved the feeling of being bare like
that. Opening the closet, I reached in and took out the little box. My
heart began to beat faster as I pried open the top of the container and
took out the little squeeze bulb. I stared at the nozzle, mesmerized by
its medicinal look. Remembering back to the previous summer, I could
picture my mom holding the rubber bulb while it was in me. I ran my
fingers down the length of the black tube, fascinated by its smooth
shiny surface and rounded tip, and knowing where it had been...
Remembering that I would need to put some vaseline on the nozzle, I went
to the medicine cabinet before heading to my mom's room. I must have
looked quite a sight walking through the house bare ass carrying an
enema bulb and a jar of vaseline.
Once in my mom's room, I turned the stand-up oval mirror downwards,
angling it towards the floor. With my back facing the mirror, I laid
down on my stomach in front of it. Turning my head back, I could see my
reflection in the mirror. I was fascinated at the sight of my own bare
bottom. It was real smooth and almost milky white in color. I remember
it standing out from my tan legs and back. I had never seen my rear
quite like that before. Wanting to see more, I had to place my legs on
the outside of the mirror stand in order to spread them. I watched in
fascination as my rear hole and crotch started to come into view. I
scooted back a little so that I could get a closer look. Suddenly, there
it was, the pink wrinkled little opening that had given me such tingly
sensations. I kept visualizing what my bottom must have looked like over
my mom's lap.
Just like my mom had done, I picked up the enema bulb and held it with
my fingers. I squeezed it a few times, trying out the flexibility of the
rubber bulb. Reaching back, I teased myself with the nozzle, gently
trailing it over my cheeks, pretending that It was going to be stuck
right in me at any moment. It gave me a funny feeling to see the bulb
syringe and my bottom at the same time. It looked so formidable when
juxtaposed against the milky whiteness of my adolescents.
Unable to wait any longer, I brought my hand back so that I could put
some vaseline on the nozzle. Remembering how my mom had done it, I held
the bulb in one hand, while I applied the lubricant up and down the
length of the nozzle with my index finger. It gave me a little thrill to
know that in a few moments, that very nozzle would be sliding in me. I
could almost picture my little hole surrounding and clutching it's
Reaching back with the syringe in my hand, I gently angled the nozzle
between my cheeks. I felt my face flush, knowing that it was about to go
in me. Ever so gently, I began to insert the tip of the nozzle. It's
cool hardness tickled as it slipped past the opening just a little. I
found myself savoring the tingly little sensations that prickled all
around the wrinkled little hole. My eyes were transfixed on the scene
that was taking place in the mirror behind me. Suddenly, as if it had a
mind of its own, I watched the slick nozzle begin to glide effortlessly
into the hole. I emitted a moaning sound as I felt its length slip all
the way in, stopping at the base of the bulb. I could hear myself
emitting little "oohing" sounds, as the nozzle seated home.
I laid still for a few minutes, delighting in the sensation of the tube
that was lodged in my bottom. I could feel the muscles surrounding the
ring of my ass hole repeatedly contracting around the nozzle, as if
somehow trying to milk it. Wanting to experiment with my new found toy,
I Pulled back on the bulb, allowing the nozzle to slide out a little.
The movement seemed to heighten the tingly little sensations that were
building up throughout my whole crotch. I could see some of the black
nozzle start to come into view. Becoming confident that everything was
okay, I gently moved the nozzle in and out a few times. The movement was
so overwhelming, that it caused me to squirm my bottom. The soft carpet
underneath me only added to the tingly sensations.
I must have laid there for an hour playing with the enema bulb. The more
I played with it, the more innovative I became. I twisted myself into
all sorts of positions to see what it would feel like. I would
especially delight in the feeling it gave me when I would take it
completely out, change position, then reinsert it again.
Satisfied that I had experienced enough of the enema bulb for the
moment, I cleaned it off with soap and water, then put it back in the
closet. I made sure that everything was exactly as I had found it. I
couldn't imagine what my mom would say if she discovered that I had been
playing with it!
All the playing had left me with an unusual sort of sensual feeling that
I hadn't experienced before. It seemed to spread throughout my whole
crotch area. It was like an intense tingling itching sensation that I
couldn't quite scratch. I hadn't experienced an orgasm yet, so I had no
idea just what this new feeling was. All I knew for sure, was that it
seemed to intensify when my genitals rubbed against something soft, like
the sofa cushion or the carpet in my mom's room. I knew that it was
normal for my little cock to get hard sometimes, but I wasn't sure yet,
just exactly what the reason for it was.
I had a sudden urgency to feel more of this new sensation! It was like a
driving force teasing and beckoning me. My whole midsection seemed to be
alive with this fuzzy tickling feeling. I couldn't quite pinpoint the
exact location, but it seemed to concentrate somewhere deep inside the
lower part of my abdomen. The only thing that seemed to satisfy this new
itching sensation, was to rub myself like I had done earlier. Even then,
it seemed only temporary...
Suddenly, I got an idea!
Still bare ass, I walked down the hall to my bedroom. The gentle breeze
coming in through my window felt nice against my bare skin. I was glad
that I hadn't made my bed yet. Leaning over, I gathered up my sheets and
pillows, putting them into a big pile in the center of the bed. I
thought it would feel nice to lay over something soft like that.
Once my pile was formed just the way I wanted it, I got up on my bed and
crawled over it, straddling it with my legs. The coolness of the sheets
felt nice all up between my legs and thighs. Leaning forward, I laid
down on the pile, relaxing my body against the soft coolness of the
crumpled up sheets. Drawing my knees up along the sides seemed to
elevate my bottom up a little. The light breeze coming in through my
window felt nice going right up my rear and back. In that position, I
was acutely aware of how open I was back there. If Someone looked in my
window, they sure would have gotten an eye full! Like a little baby, I
ran my arms up under the pile, hugging the coolness of the sheets to my
body. I was delighted with my new idea, and it's sensations...
As if by instinct, I began to rub myself against the pile of sheets in a
slow rhythmic rocking motion. It was almost overwhelming to feel the
sheets caressing my stomach, thighs, and all up between my legs at the
same time. I could feel that familiar tingly sensation start to build up
between my legs again. I just closed my eyes and kept gently rocking
against the sheets. The sensations seemed to be building up around my
cock area. I could feel it sliding back-n-forth between the folds of the
sheets that bundled up around it. It started to feel so tingly that I
found myself letting out little gasps and moans. The more I squirmed and
moved around, the more intense the tingles seemed to become. I knew
something was happening, but it felt so good that I didn't care. I was
in my own little euphoric world.
Suddenly, I found myself hugging tightly to the pile of sheets. An
intense tingly sensation seemed to suddenly build up in my loins. It was
like all the sensations that I had experienced so far, had suddenly
burst forth all at one time. My whole crotch seemed to light up with
intensely pleasurable spasms. Involuntarily, I began to squirm and moan,
bucking my hips against the pile underneath me. My crotch exploded with
spontaneous electric tingles. Hunching tightly in my leapfrog position,
I felt my cock begin to jerk and spasm convulsively, as a wave of the
tingles suddenly shot through my twitching cock. I let out a volley of
boyish moans and squeals. Instantly, I felt a wet warmness surround my
pulsing cock as squirt after squirt came out of me, flooding the folds
of the sheets underneath my tummy.
A moment later, I fell limply against the pile of sheets that I was
hugging tightly. I didn't move at all. I just laid there with my eyes
close, totally sedated. I was acutely aware of the wet warmness that
surrounded me, which seemed to add to my already high euphoric state.
From that point on, a whole new world had opened up to me. Now I knew
for sure, just what that "scratch" I couldn't itch was....