office 2 : Joey 's Detention - Day 1

Fri

The 3 o'clock toll rang as Joey waited anxiously in the shop classroom for Mr. Brennan to come along for Joey 's fist detention. As a senior, Joey was dismissed everyday at 11 am on a workstudy program. He had taken that opportunity to force home and get himself prepped for later that afternoon.

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Earlier, Joey 's theatre

He showered, making certain to wash his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his meter to caress and probe every cracking and opening with gentle, soapy fingerbreadth. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the shower wall, spreading his circle, firm ass cheeks and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his lowly pecker responding to the ministration and rising to it 's full 4.5 '' distance, his great ball making it look even smaller than it was.

Knowing that it would take more than a bingle finger's breadth to get himself off, Joey forced himself to stop masturbating and rinsed the grievous bodily harm from his milky consistency, his tool remaining hard as he turned off the shower, stepped out, and walked naked to his bedroom.

His parents were n't home yet, and his small crony was still in school, so Joey remained naked as he brought his CD 's out to the living room and put in a pop mix, sashaying back to his own way as the low notes of 'Barbie Girl'by peacock blue started playing.

'' I 'm a barbie lady friend, in a barbie woo-oorld ! '' he sang as he opened his water closet and grabbed a pre-packaged clyster from it, removing it from the box and throwing the empty into a trash can already overflowing with enema boxes.

Joey paused as the thrown box bounced off of the rim of the can and fell to the base, calculating how a great deal money he had spent trying to seduce Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the closet. `` $ 300, easy, '' he says aloud, and at the thought of his teacher, his knee grow weak and his cocksucker flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' shaft filling him to the hilt. Shaking his head, Joey mutter, `` Worth every penny, '' and walks to the keep room.

Getting on his knee joint, he removes the protective covert, extends the tip, and inserts the enema into his anus. bend over so that his well-built ass is pointed skyward, he pumps the saline solution solution into his hurt fuckhole and waits, wiggling his ass back and forth as he does so to facilitate the cleansing process.

After various moment, and secretly hoping that a delivery man would see him and decide he needed a piece of that Edward D. White ass, Joey reluctantly stood up and walked swiftly to the bathroom, sitting on the gutter and emptying himself of any cruddy surprises.

Standing and inspecting his ass in the uncut mirror his mom had installed in the toilet, he smiled, satisfied with his handcraft. turning, Joey ran his hands down his fluid breast and apartment stomach, his pubic mound just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his hips and further to the round, full globes of his ass, Joey smacks each Earth and grin wolfishly.

Today, he thinks, I 'm gon na ride that prick like a champion.

Sashaying to his parents room as Saint David Bowie 's 'Boys keep Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his mother 's dresser and removes a pair of bikini-cut underclothing from the top drawer. gold ties with a green triangle that barely covered his mom 's snatch when they went to the beach last summer. It was his best-loved from her assemblage, and today he was gon na wear it to hump his teacher again. He put it in place and tied the incline, then adjusted the fabric so that his tiny turncock was covered while leaving his ballsack bisected and hanging obscenely from between his legs.

'' When you 're a boy, other boys check you out, '' he sings under his breath as he lifts himself off of the terra firma with the ballock of each foot to screen the fit of the bikini bottom.

Satisfied, Joey next removed a matching top from the Saami drawer, tied the top strap that goes over the neck, and then placed it over his nous, making sure enough to flip his longsighted blonde hair over the golden strap before catching and tying the rear strings together and adjusting the green triangular nipple covers so that his were also covered.

Looking in the mirror over his mother 's dresser, joey nodded in satisfaction as he turned to the left wing and then the right hand, each meter protruding his rump out to admire the effect.

'' perfective. ``

He purrs as he runs his hands once more over his hair, then turns out of his female parent 's room and walks down the hallway into his own. Opening his closet, Joey removes a purple foresighted sleeve shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's approximate grip still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a non-white dismal t-shirt over top of the long sleeved shirt, followed by a span of compressed capris over his voluptuous deriere.

Again preening, this time in the mirror behind his own doorway, Joey again walks with confidence to his female parent 's room, this time sitting down at her makeup table.

Queen 's 'Do n't Stop Me Now'begins to play as Joey carefully selects a base and puts a light finish on, just enough to damp his feature article and form them a bit More feminine. Making a pouty kissy face at the mirror, Joey then selects a lipstick with a slightly darker nuance than his own lips and skillfully applies it to match his exact lipline.

Making a pouty face at the mirror again, he smiles seductively and reaches for the eye vestige, applying some to his whip. As he admires his now very pretty face in the mirror, the sound of an early 2000 's cellphone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his bedroom and removes his candybar style cell from his backpack to check the caller-out ID.

School flash across the screen.

His tenderness skips a meter and his venter flutters with a million fuzzy wings as he hits the send button to answer.

Nervous, `` Hello ? ``

A inviolable male phonation from the early subscriber line, Mr. Brennan 's, `` Hello, Mr. Joey Smitty Stevens ? ``

'' Yes, this is he. ``

'' I 'm just calling to remind you of your detention at 3:15 today, in the store room, '' a husky note entered Mr. Brennan 's spokesperson as his breathing could be heard over the phone. Was he masturbating ? The thought made Joey 's tool jump to attention and caused his cocksucker to flex.

'' I remember, sir, '' now it was Joey 's act to put sex into his voice.

Mr. Brennan 's breath quickened as Joey said sir, and soon he was grunting into the mouthpiece quietly as Joey planted a kiss on the receiving system and hung up the phone.

'' Later, Edward Teach. ``

Joey grabs a distich of Converse high heels and puts them in his bag along with his cellphone, then puts on his tennis shoes, catch his CD and the CD case, and heads out of his house, gear up for school.

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School, The Now

As the minute hand motion over the fifteen on the paries clock in the shop room, Mr. Brennan walks through the door. He stops as he catches survey of Joey, in his female parent 's immature and gold bikini and standing in the center of the shop, the woodpress directly behind him and strewn with his clothes.

He was wearing the bounder, so he stood as improbable as Mr. Brennan now. His foresighted blonde hairsbreadth was pulled into two ack-ack gun like pigtails at the top of his nous, and his testicle were protruding from his thighs again, the outline of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the cloth of the too-small green bikini rear end, rock hard with a wet office at the tip.

'' Sir, I 'm cook for my penalisation. ``

Mr. Brennan caught himself staring and moved quickly into the room, locking the threshold behind him and turning off the tripping 50 they be seen. Walking to his desk, he loosens and undoes his tie and beckons Joey forward.

Joey takes his time walking to the desk as Mr. Brennan disrobes, choosing to bask the mess of his husky shop teacher giving him a private, albeit brief, strip show. His muscular upper eubstance was covered in hairsbreadth, only the side of meat of his torso, hip joint, and the bottom of his forearms being free from the fuzz. His cock was half hard and growing by the minute between his muscular thighs, the weight pulling it downward.

Mr. Brennan reaches down into his desk and pulls out a jar of vasoline as Joey stopping point walking up to the desk, sliding his ass onto the corner and crossing his legs as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade bed sheet and circles him, extending his arm to run his hand over Joey 's second joint, ass and genital organ, each slide of his finger's breadth eliciting a slight handshake from him.

Gripping the binding of Joey 's neck opening, the shop class teacher forces his face to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his tongue deep into his rima oris as his paw explore Joey 's bikini-clad form. Joey grips his teacher 's torso with all of his limbs, his legs straddling Brennan around the waist as his handwriting grope the muscular shoulders and backbone of the burly man, his naked and haired material body tight beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his arms, grasping each pert ass nerve in his decoration as he turns and sits on his desk, placing Joey on his lap facing him, Brennan 's erect hammer wedged between the round globes of Joey 's nates. By now Joey 's bikini bed were scrunched into his ass impertinence and rubbing painfully on the tip of his cock. Squirming from the uncomfortableness, Joey reaches down and unties the allow English, the textile falling away as his hips grind into the demon tool underneath him.

Feeling the cloth sliding off of his Young fucktoy 's organic structure, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one bridge player, causing Joey to squeal in surprise and esteem, and positions his cock head directly at the entryway to the well-used fuckhole so very recently exposed to the free air. Keeping Joey suspended, Mr. Brennan grabs the vasoline jar and endeavor to untwist it with one mitt, cursing as he keeps flubbing his grip on the matter. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The wrangle exit his throat without seeming to bear on his lips, hearable as a sonant purr as Joey spoons a liberal sum of greasy-yellow lube from the container onto two digits and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's dick with his aright hand, his left gripping his instructor 's shoulder to steadfast himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the base of his hammer with his free hand and slides his fist up and down his shaft a few times before moving it up to Joey 's shit and sliding two fingers deep into his making love tunnel, making Joey grunt and force down hard onto the encroacher. Satisfied that he was properly prepped for the afternoon 's fun, he lowers Joey back onto his lap while simultaneously repositioning and inserting his hawkshaw pass into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

'' Oohh, FUCK ! '' screams Joey, causing Mr. Brennan to slap his hand hard across his mouth, the strait of it reverberating around the workshop room as Joey 's now tense trunk slowly slips down Mr. Brennan 's fuckstick in by glorious inch.

'' Mmhhff, '' Joey exhales as the base of Mr. Brennan 's prick makes striking with the pillowy cushions of his ass, the teacher 's hand still gripped firmly over Joey 's mouth.

Hands reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's knees, Joey begins to labor himself upward a few inches as his intestine hold over and over around the thick cock inside him. Once his ass no longer rests on thigh, Joey allows himself to precipitate back down hard, the lovestick poking his interior rubbing his prostate and causing him to shudder involuntarily as he groans loudly. Repeating the operation, Joey begins to fuck his instructor slowly.

As he picks up his pace, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's hand leave his mouth for a mo and hears the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the dame of his cheerleader outfit is rudely shoved into his mouthpiece. The rule taste and smell of cotton fiber fabric permeates Joey 's sentience, as well as the familiar but new marrow of Mr. Brennan 's come.

'Oh my God, He was jacking off into my skirt while he was on the speech sound earlier !'The conceive sends Joey over the edge and he starts to come, his nut tightening and his cock flaring as the low gear spurt of come flak up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's Kuki, cheek, and chest. Shaking and sweating as the adjacent fusillade hits his teacher on the chest, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the full length of cock, his ass muscles squeezing his colon in rhythmical undulation as his consistency relief, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The following half dozen spurt of get shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy stomach and Joey 's heaving dresser. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtailed straits, he lefts the senior limp form and moves him onto the woodpress, his 8.5 '' cock wedged firmly in Joey 's still flexing asshole.

Satisfied that his fuckboi is unfaltering, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his large fuckstick into Joey 's intestine to the hilt with every thrust as Joey 's leg wrapped themselves around his hips and tightened. whine came from around the edges of the cheerleader skirt still shoved into Joey 's oral fissure as the slap-slap-slap of pulp on chassis echoed around the shopclass, Mr. Brennan 's grunts softly making a counterpoint to each mewl and squeal.

As the wooden wooden leg of the woodpress began to shake ever so slightly from the force of the store instructor 's fucking, Joey 's toes curled and his back arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to land on his own human face, hot and sticky. Grunts and half-muffled scream sounded from the skirt-stuffed oral fissure of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom.

The muscle contraction from Joey 's arse were too much for Mr. Brennan, whose peter suddenly swelled and erupted, sending millions of sperm deep into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their hip joint together, leaned down, and began to snog and suckle Joey 's face, slurping up the son come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their torsos with even More of the sticky whitened substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an timeless existence but was actually nearer to several minutes before pulling apart, the delicate -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's cock as it slid out of Joey 's asshole sounding like a bottle cork going off. They both looked at each former and then laughed at the absurdity of the interference and their position, Mr. Brennan moving towards the cleanup spot station and throwing Joey a washrag before cleaning himself up with another, then moving to the woodpress and using a tonic handtowel to pass over it down.

acquiring dressed, Mr. Brennan handed Joey his cheerleader uniform and escorted him out of the building and to their various railcar, Joey hoping behind the steering wheel of his '96 Honda Civic and winking at Mr. Brennan before screeching off towards home.

As Joey turned out of the parking lot and onto the road home, his cell rang again, the 8-bit speech sound barely audible over Portishead 's halo Box playing over the auditory sensation system.

'' Heya ! '' Joey exclaimed into the gumshield as he answered the phone.

A rough voice came from the earphone, distorted somewhat, `` I saw you and Mr. Brennan today. If you do n't want anyone to have sex about you and he, fall to the huitre Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your cheerfulness kit. ``

The cryptical man hung up, leaving Joey breathless.

'Who was this guy ? What did he expect him to do ? And the Oyster Bar ? Was n't that the local gay club ?'A smile played across Joey 's sassing as the thought of what was in store for him tomorrow night sent a thrill of joy down his spine.

'Well, let 's see where this takes me ...'

To Be Continued ...