And it goes well

After getting home I lied to my parents about having seen Mr. Smith, and I lied about getting help with my math homework. They were so happy I was getting help. They didn’t question my lies one bit. Later, after dinner, I was able to have some alone time and I used my computer find out how to douche. I found lots of useful tips and tricks for cleaning my ass, and I now knew exactly what to look for the next time I was in the local pharmacy.

On Saturday, I helped my mom run some errands around town, and I was able to buy an enema bottle at the pharmacy while she was doing other things. My homework assignment was half finished at that point.

After we got home, I took a shower and douched for the first time. Then I did a “taste test”. It was something Mr. Johnson taught me after I had sucked his dick on Friday. I needed to do a “taste test” after douching to make sure I was clean. He told me to try sticking a finger in my bum hole and then tasting it. If there was no taste, he said, then I was clean.

I practiced douching on Sunday as well and decided I would need to come home after school on Monday and douche before going over to Mr. Smith’s house. I needed to be clean inside and out, ready for more tutoring.

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Monday came around, and eventually I found myself in math class with Mr. Johnson. After the bell rang and other students started to leave, I went up to Mr. Johnson’s desk. He was erasing the chalkboard, so I patiently waited at his desk, hungrily looking at the outline of his cock in his pants.

He eventually noticed me and offhandedly asked, “Did you finish your homework assignment over the weekend?” My “assignment” being that I learn how to douche.

“Yes sir. I finished the assignment. I practiced on Saturday and Sunday.”

“Good boy. Remember to practice again before your tutoring session this afternoon.”

“Yes sir. I’ll make sure to practice extra well.” I smiled to myself, but Mr. Johnson didn’t acknowledge me.

I felt so giddy. Secretly talking about douching with my math teacher in the open like that! I felt like I was a spy with information no one else had access to. My heart fluttered as I thought about my “tutoring session” with Mr. Smith later that afternoon.