The Teachers, Chapter 4

You’re probably thinking that we spent the night in Monterey, but because Race had already filed his return flight plans we flew back to San Jose late that afternoon. But while we were driving back to my apartment, in a voice that I barely heard, Race casually asked, “Do you have one?”

“Have one, what?” I asked.

“An enema.” He said, “I’ve been wanting you to give me one ever since I first saw how you handled your students at recess. I really need one, Andy, not for any physical reason, but just because it would be you who was giving it to me. And to me that would be the most important reason to ever need one.”

“No, I don’t have one. Do you?”

“No, I don’t either, so we’ll have to stop and buy one if you really meant what you said earlier.” Then Race went silent. I waited for him to speak again, and when he didn’t I asked, “So what are you thinking?”

“I was just wondering if you still wanted to give me one?”

And then for the first time I ordered Race, as if he were an unruly student, by demanding that he look at me. And when he glanced over to focus his eyes on mine, I said, “I wasn’t kidding, Race. In fact, I would never kid about such a thing. I’ve never given anyone an enema before, but I want to give you one if you promise to mind me like a good little boy. And then I want to suck your cock again while you’re holding it up your butt, and I won’t let you release it until you give me all the cum your balls have to offer. And after you’ve released your enema, I just want to hold and hug you until you finally realize that I truly love you, and that I’ll keep loving you until the day I die.”

Race pulled to the side of the road, moved the transmission’s lever into Park, and then leaned across the center console so he could kiss me again. As the Mustang’s top was down every passing cars could see us, but that didn’t seem to matter to either of us.

Instead of driving me to my apartment, Race drove us to a drug store that was on the other side of town. There he bought a fountain syringe that he said was just like his mother’s. I had to silently laugh to myself as it was also just like the one my mother had used for my grade school enemas. Then he picked up a bottle of liquid soap, and a tube of Vaseline. He looked for an old fashioned glass thermometer, but ended up settling for one of the newer electronic models.

Just seeing the Vaseline caused my anus to pucker in memory of how my mother’s finger felt in my rectum as she prepared me for my enemas. I looked in Race’s eyes and knew he was recalling similar thoughts. Race then went through the checkout counter while I returned to the Mustang. I hate to admit this, but I was just too embarrassed to be part of paying some teenaged girl for our unusual, but unmistakable purchases.

At first I just sat pensively, but when I saw Race emerged from the store with his bag of goodies I didn’t see a teacher, or an airplane pilot, but rather an innocent boy who was in great need of being loved in his own special way. Race handed me the bag as he took his seat behind the Mustang’s wheel. I opened the bag and peered in to see the red rubber enema bag through its windowed box top. Just seeing it excited me, so I closed the bag and looked to Race as I said, “You have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, and he wanted me to completely flush your system before I take you in to see him. So I want you to get undressed as soon as we get to the apartment so we can get that done.”

Instead of starting the Mustang’s engine, Race leaned over and kissed me once again, and then said, “You are so hot. You can’t know how much I love you.” Only then did he finally start the Mustang’s engine so it was only seconds later that we were back on the road.

I don’t know why I assumed that we would be going to my apartment, but instead Race drove us to his apartment. And once there he immediately got undressed and into his bed. I didn’t know where anything was, so there was some fumbling around before I got everything to Race’s bedside. I moved a floor lamp that was between Race’s bed and desk closer to his bed so I could use it to hang the enema bag. Then I turned to Race and slid my hand under his covers where I quickly found his erect penis. I stroked it softly, and then took it in a firm grasp as I told Race that I needed him to turn over so I could take his temperature. He looked in my eyes with a sad little boy’s expression on his face as I continued to stroke and massage his erect phallus.

I know this may be hard to believe, but I immediately felt like I was stroking the penis of a 12 to 15 year old boy who was truly worried about all that might be done to him while at his pending doctor’s appointment.

Race turned onto his belly as I lowered his covers until I was treated to the sight of a perfect set of boy buns. I put my hand to his buttocks to grasp and cup his left butt cheek as I said, “I won’t lie to you, Baby, because the doctor is going to give you a really big and very special enema tomorrow. He might even pump you full of air that you’ll have to hold up your butt for a long time. But tonight I just need to clean you out, so I’ll only be giving you a couple of much smaller enemas. But because they are small I’ll need for you to hold them in for at least ten minutes. Do you think you could do that for me?”

Instead of answering, Race spread his legs, exposing his anus to my gaze. His clutched orifice was all but magically appealing, so I removed the lid to the Vaseline and squeezed a line out on my right index finger. Then I spread his butt cheeks with my left hand so I could apply a good amount of the grease to his tightly puckered anus. I massaged it until it seemed to relax, open, and all but suck my finger fully in. And once my index finger was fully inserted, Race’s anus and rectum tightened up to the point that it almost became one with my finger. I crooked my finger and then twisted it all around in Race’s rectum while feeling his rectal walls and prostate respond in total sensual pleasure. To me it all seemed so perfect that I had to ask, “How do you like having my finger in your butt?”

Without hesitation Race answered, “I love it. I hope you never take it out.”

“Sorry, Baby, but I have to so I can give you this enema. You have to be really clean inside for the doctor, otherwise he won’t be able to make much sense of your x-rays.”

Race rocked his butt back and forth as if to see if he could work his anus further onto my inserted finger while I continued to massage his prostate. Finally I withdrew and just watched as his anus alternately contracted and bloomed as it put on an erotic show that only it could perform. It was at that moment that I suddenly realized that the other teachers at school new how sexy Race was on the outside, while I was the only one to know how sexy he was in his inside. In fact, his anus was such a draw that I slowly reinserted my finger so I could massage his prostate again, as I said, “Now you need to remember that your doctor wants you to hold both your soap and rinse enemas for at least 10 minutes. So if for some reason you can’t do that, then we’ll have to start all over and repeat that enema until you can hold it in for the a full 10 minutes. So are you ready to give it a try?”

Race said he was ready. So I said, “Good, but I want you to show me how hard you are going to try to hold your enemas by squeezing down on my finger real tight.”

Race tightened his anus and rectum on my inserted finger as I manipulated the pad of my index finger against his prostate while telling him what a good boy he was being. And when he finally relaxed I withdrew and told him that I thought he was going to do real good at the doctor’s office that following morning.

Strangely, I forgot all about taking Race’s temperature, as the next thing I did was to slowly insert the enema’s white plastic douche nozzle while instructing Race to hold onto it real tight. And as soon as the nozzle’s hilt was up against Race’s anus, I turned on the enema’s flow while continuing to twist the nozzle in Race’s tightly contracted anus. Race spread his legs even further apart as I watched the muscles in his butt cheeks flex and work beneath his hairless unblemished white butt flesh. As beautiful a sight as that was, I then instructed Race to turn over so I could massage his tummy. At first he hesitated, but then he began to maneuver onto his back while I held the enema nozzle firmly in place. Only seconds later Races’ fully erect circumcised cock was on display before my eyes. It was a sight to behold in its fully erect state. I wanted to grab it and put it in my mouth, but instead I picked up the tube of Vaseline and squeezed out a line on the underside of his penis while telling him to jack on it as that would help him take and hold his enema.

Race didn’t have to be told twice. He immediately took a hold of his penis to begin spreading the Vaseline as he jacked his cock. I was amazed to see that his penis grew even more as I simultaneously worked the douche nozzle in his anus. Within minutes he was shooting cum all over his chest and tummy. I looked to the floor lamp and saw that he had taken the entire bag of warm soapy water. As my real goal was to have Race ejaculate under my control, I slowly withdrew the nozzle and told him he could make a run for the toilet where he could release the soapy water that was bloating his belly. Race didn’t have to be told twice. Within seconds he was running for the master bedroom’s bathroom with his butt cheeks bunched up tight like a little boy who was fearing explosive diarrhea.

I soon heard water gushing into the toilet as I got totally undressed. So I was naked and laying under the covers when Race returned to his bed. His penis had returned to its flaccid state, and Race had the look of an innocent child as I held the covers up so he could slide in next to me. I took him in my arms and drew his naked body to mine. We touched lips to lips, tongue to tongue, chest to chest, and penis to penis as we caressed and hugged. I truly just wanted to hold and hug Race, but he soon repositioned himself so that we were touching mouth to cock. A cock that was so irresistible that I took it in my mouth and sucked it to Race’s third orgasm of that day while he sucked me to my second, something we accomplished while we both had our fingers up each other’s butts.

So as you just read, our first try at enema sex didn’t come off as planned. But it was the most phenomenal sex either of us had ever experienced. Race eventually got his second enema, but not until early that Sunday morning. And immediately after I allowed him to expel it he insisted on moving me into his apartment.

It’s true that Race gives me one to two enemas a month before fucking me up my ass. But I give him 5 to 6 enemas a week, mostly with a colon tube as I soon learned that Race liked to have his whole colon fucked when he is being given an enema, something he never seems to tire of.

Race and I have lived together for seven years now, and we’ve been married for six of those years. I still teach third grade and Race still teaches sixth grade. And Julio Mendez keeps his mouth shut as he knows that it is me who won the love of the most beautiful man at Michael Scott Elementary School.

The End