After school, John gets ready to "study"

John raced home as soon as school let out. He burst in the door and up the stairs, not even slowing down when his mother asked how his day went.

The first place we went was the shower; he had eight periods worth of spit, shit, jizz, and piss to wash off his junk before he'd let Gracie Lin anywhere near it. He took his time scrubbing every nook and cranny, even lifting his balls to clean his taint. He'd never paid this much attention to his genitals in his life when he wasn't trying to get off.

After cleaning the important stuff, John decided to clean his room. It didn't need to be spotless, but he looked for a nice balance between lived-in clutter and neatly arranged. Just as he was about to make his bed properly for the first time in years, someone knocked on his bedroom door.

"You have a visitor," his dad's voice called teasingly. "She's cute."

Exhilaratingly terrified, John opened the door to find his father standing there alone.

"Where's Gracie?" he demanded a little rudely as his dad pushed in past him and sat on the edge of his bed.

"She's downstairs, chatting with your mother. We told her you were still in the shower, but that just made her even more eager to get up here. You two have something... special planned?"

"N-no, dad!" John lied, "There's just this big test coming up in Biology, and both of our grades depend on us doing it-- I mean, doing well on it. We really need to study, is all."

"Right..." Dad nodded along, clearly not buying it. He patted the mattress next to him, "Sit down, John."

John sat, and his father wrapped a strong arm firmly around him.

"You're at an age where you've got to make some pretty big choices yourself, and deal with the consequences of them yourself. You know this Gracie girl far better than I do, and you probably know yourself better than I do, too. I'm not gonna tell you what you can or can't do in the privacy of your bedroom, but you're a smart kid, John." He took his son's hand, pressing a small packet of foil into it. "Be smart about it. Okay?"

"Okay, dad. I will."

His father stood to leave and, presumably, send Gracie up, but turned back at the door; "Y'know, son; you always did like Chinese."

"DAD!"

As his father laughed his way down the stairs, John tucked the condom away under his alarm clock and prayed he get the chance to use it. It was odd to even worry about contraceptives after creampieing teachers all day; the Fuck Pass seemed to shield him from the consequences of certain actions, but only in direct relation to teachers and the fucking thereof. John figured whatever happened with Gracie this afternoon was probably outside the Pass's influence. It never hurt to play it safe.