My parents were still at work when I was returning from school, and for a while I was in the apartment all alone. After I returned home from college, I had to cook dinner, eat, wash dishes, sometimes clean up, and then go to school. And then, in the evening, you could watch TV or relax in a different way. But I almost never fulfilled my plan completely and on time. I was a big bummer.

In the bathroom in the closet was the same enema syringe with which I was so well acquainted. I made enemas from her as a child. She had been lying there for a long time without use, and in fact it would have been best to throw her away, but everyone had forgotten about her long ago, and she just lay there.

One day, when I returned a little earlier than usual, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. My thoughts were about sex. Then I remembered the enema in the locker, and I wanted to get it to look more closely. I opened the door of the locker and got an enema. The plastic tip on a rubber bag was the same as on an enema with a hose that lay on another shelf in the same cupboard. I never got an enema through a hose, but I know that my mom once gave an enema.

I have long considered the syringe and especially - the tip. The tip was white and smooth with a small hole at the top through which water was supposed to flow. It was divided into two parts, unequal in thickness - at the end it was thinner, and to the base - more advanced. The very base of the tip was bordered by a plastic circle that rested against the rubber of the pear itself.

I looked at this tip and it was scary to imagine that such a thing was inserted into patients in the ass, although I once inserted it. And I began to realize that I wanted to do it myself. I suddenly wanted to lower my pants, go to the room to lie on my side, as I lay when I did an enema in childhood and put it in my ass. I do not know why I wanted this, but I wanted to amuse myself in this way and thoughts about it excited me. I imagined going now and doing it. I was all alone at home, someone should not have come home in about 3 hours. And I decided to do something that I had so passionately fantasized about.

I let my pants down with my underpants and lay down on the sofa on my side, then I put an enema tip in my ass. The tip entering my anus gave me a very unexpected, new and pleasant feeling. I lay on my side, bending my knees and putting them under my stomach. In this position, my buttocks slightly parted and access to my hole in the pope was ajar. I slowly injected my tip into the anus and listened to all my feelings that I had at that moment. I felt like the thinner upper part of the tip slips into my hole first, as it goes deeper and deeper in my hole and I even wondered how long my anus feels it compared to how I estimated its length when I looked it seems to him that when it is inserted into the anus, it seems much longer than it actually is.

I continued to gradually introduce the tip further. It was just pure bliss. I felt like excitement swept my anus, my entire crotch, as well as my genitals: my scrotum all just cringed, and my penis was just like never before iron. All this area of ​​my erogenous zones was covered with goose bumps, on which sweat appeared. My heart pounded with all its might, and my breathing became deep and heavy. I felt that my mind was almost completely darkened, and I was going away from this mortal world of inconvenience and suffering somewhere in heaven to heaven. I wanted to put my legs apart to feel the bliss to the fullest, and I pushed the leg bent at the knee up so that my genitals were free.

I began to feel that the thinner upper part of the tip had already completely entered my rear opening and the lower, more extended part of it began to enter. The difference in the thickness of the different parts of the enema tip was very acutely felt by my gentle excited anus. Then I realized that I had already stuck it all to myself and that it had already ended and was no longer included. The plastic ring pressed against my skin around the anus. I didn’t stand still for long in this position - with an enema inserted in the ass lying on its side on the couch with legs spread, knees bent and tucked under the stomach. And I was scared that now someone will enter the room and see me like that. It was some kind of groundless fear, because there was no one, and I knew for sure that no one should have come anytime soon. In addition, the door was locked from the inside out, therefore, even if someone came, it wouldn’t have made him knock on the door first.

I gently pulled the tip from his priests back. Pulling it off was not so pleasant, and even vice versa - not pleasant. The enema tip extended from the anus was wet and some of this moisture was smeared outside my anus, which I did not like. After it was removed, I felt a certain discomfort in the rectum. I brought the enema to my face for a closer look at the elongated tip. It smelled like the contents of my rectum and its opening was clogged with a brown piece of excrement. It was also seen that the tip elongated from my priests was covered with some moisture. I brought the tip to my nose and sniffed it. I know this may seem very strange, but I liked this smell, despite all my understanding and recognition of what that smell was.

And I wanted to insert myself an enema again. I pressed on the pear several times to blow a clogged tip - a gray lump shot from it on the floor. Then I put in an enema for myself again, exactly the same as for the first time, but now I was not so pleased - after the first penetration, the tip somehow affected the walls of my rectum. Now I had a certain discomfort there and the second penetration was not the same as the first one. Thus, the first invasion was the most pleasant, or at least the one that was the first after a long absence of external influences.

I got up from the couch, put on my pants and went to the bathroom to wash the enema tip. I washed it and sniffed it thoroughly again to make sure it did not smell. After I put the enema in place in exactly the same position in which it lay before.

Then I started to masturbate, as I usually did after school. After I finished satisfying myself, I went to another room to carry out my working draft.

But the task of a mental nature for some reason did not advance at all ... I was still thinking about enema. However, that day I did nothing more with the enema. Mom came in the evening as usual and cooked dinner. She did not even suspect what had happened to me when I was at home myself. And I was very worried that my mother would find that the enema was wet and would suspect something, although these were also vain fears, because I had carefully wiped out the enema, and in general, they didn’t even look at that bathroom cabinet. When I was taking a shower that evening, I opened that cupboard to make sure that the enema was dry and that it was lying on the shelf in the same position as before. I did it quietly so that my mother (who entered the kitchen at that moment) did not accidentally hear anything and did not understand that I was opening this cupboard - again in vain worries.

When I came out of the bathroom, I began to worry that my mother, through the wall of the bathroom, still heard me open the door of the locker, where the syringe was lying, and that she would be interested in why I went there.I was lying in bed, the light in the room was turned off, and the door of my room was closed. Mom did something else in the kitchen. I lay there and was afraid that now mom would still look in the closet and realize that today I still took an enema from there. But my experiences were in vain. In fact, she didn’t even think about what I was doing today.

God forbid, about my classes that were today, there will be any rumors! Probably, if they find out, they will think that I am some kind of pervert or mentally retarded. Yeah, there are such guys like me who would have thought of stuffing their enemas in the ass, probably, there is not a lot of it. But, after all, thank God, no one knows! Hopefully nobody else will know about it anymore. I promised myself that I did it for the first and last time today, although I myself could not keep my promise to myself in the future.

I still did not have a girlfriend, I was still a virgin. This thought always worried me and made me feel inferior. But it was a little distracted my mind from the experiences of exposing. In principle, in fact, I was not particularly steamed about the fact that I still had no sexual experience, and soon the thoughts left my head, and I fell asleep.