I go inside Mr. Smith's house

I went straight home after school. Thankfully no one was home but me, so I could clean myself in peace. I made sure to clean extra well to be ready for anything Mr. Smith had in mind.

When I finished, I grabbed my school stuff, and headed over to see Mr. Smith. Not that I'm going to do any actually studying, I thought.

I came to the gate leading into Mr. Smith’s backyard. I paused. My heart was fluttering with anticipation. The feeling of having douched still lingered and my little penis was getting hard thinking about what might happen today.

I collected myself and pushed open the gate, looking around for Mr. Smith. I didn’t see him, but my hopes were still high. I set my backpack down, stripped off my clothes, and folded them in a neat pile.

I turned to go swim in the pool when I heard the sliding glass door behind me. I looked to see Mr. Smith standing there in a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. His black muscles popped under the white t-shirt, and the outline of his big black cock was obvious under his sweatpants.

“Sir!” I smiled.

“I heard you had a good tutoring session with Mr. Johnson on Friday,” he mused. He flashed me a playful smile, and his white teeth popped against his dark features.

“I did. I got to taste his cock and we talked some of your research.”

“He told me. He also told me about your homework assignment.”

“Yes sir! He told me to practice cleaning myself inside and out.”

“I’m happy to hear that. Why don’t you come inside boy, and we can talk more.” He stepped to the side making a space in the doorway for me.

I reached to get my things, but he stopped me. “Leave it. All your things can stay outside,” he instructed firmly.

I did as I was told, and crossed over to him completely naked and exposed. I stopped at the threshold. Mr. Smith’s large muscles and imposing frame loomed over me. I paused, nervously shaking a bit I looked up at Mr. Smith's dark brown eyes. He stared back at my pale, naked body and raised an eyebrow. I felt a pang a shame, he is generously inviting you inside. What are you waiting for?

Then I squeezed past Mr. Smith, stepping into his house for the first time.