Storytime: My First Douche
The narrative about my first clean out
Even though... I'd lost my virginity years prior, and...
Even though... I'd had sex with a half-dozen guys, and...
Even though... I'd had a live-in boyfriend for several years...
I had never heard of cleaning out. This all changed in Metarie, LA with a guy named Evan. Evan and I met on Manhunt™ several weeks prior to our first physical encounter. The delay in hooking up was due to a couple of things:
- The 70 mile trek between Baton Rouge and New Orleans, and...
- My general inexperience in the gay universe—I was still very young and curious, and most of my sexual encounters to that point had been with guys that were 'New to this thing' (like me).
Once I arrived at his house, we exchanged small talk, made out, and then he asked if I had prepared.
'Prepared? Sure, I guess, I mean, I think so.' I stuttered.
'I mean, have you cleaned out?'
He must have noticed the puzzled look on my face, so he continued.
'By that, I mean douching, so your ass is clean—cause I'm going to fuck the hell out of you.'
'I don't know what that means. I've never douched.' I said, slightly embarrassed.
'No worries, I'll show you the ropes.'
Instead of throwing me out the door, he grabbed me by the hand, led me to the bathroom, got down on his knees, and rooted around beneath the sink: out came a box of Fleet enemas.
Sensing my uneasiness, he introduced some foreplay into the routine. He pulled me down, and we made out for a bit before stripping each other naked. Then he had me roll over. Before I knew it, I was laying on my left side with a disposable enema being emptied into my ass. He refilled the enema and emptied it two more times before I needed to expel the water. Fortunately, I was clean.
He asked, 'Are you always that way?'
Without even thinking, I replied: 'Usually. About 90% of the time, I suppose.'
'Your hole must be tight and talented!' he quipped back.
And even though... I hadn't learned sexual vocabulary such as 'hole' and 'tight', nor did I understand the implications of what he was saying, I responded.
'I guess we'll find that out shortly!'
We then fucked like dogs. If there was any Hell inside me, he fucked every last bit of it out.