persona 2 : Joey 's Detention - Day 1

Fri

The 3 o'clock Alexander Graham Bell rang as Joey waited anxiously in the workshop schoolroom for Mr. Brennan to appear for Joey 's fist detention. As a senior, Joey was dismissed everyday at 11 am on a workstudy program. He had taken that chance to labour home base and get himself prepped for later that afternoon.

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Earlier, Joey 's House

He showered, making for sure to wash off his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his clip to caress and probe every pass and opening with gentle, soapy fingerbreadth. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the exhibitioner rampart, spreading his round, business firm ass brass and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his small tool responding to the succor and rising to it 's full 4.5 '' length, his with child testicles making it face even small than it was.

Knowing that it would take more than a one digit to get himself off, Joey forced himself to stop masturbating and rinsed the easy lay from his milky organic structure, his dick 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 little brother was still in school day, so Joey remained naked as he brought his CD 's out to the bread and butter room and put in a pop mix, sashaying back to his own room as the low gear distinction of 'Barbie Girl'by Aqua started playing.

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

Joey paused as the thrown box bounced off of the rim of the can and fell to the floor, calculating how much money he had spent trying to seduce Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the W.C.. `` $ 300, easygoing, '' he says aloud, and at the intellection of his instructor, his human knee grow frail and his asshole flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' cock filling him to the hilt. Shaking his head, Joey muttering, `` Worth every penny, '' and walks to the living room.

Getting on his knee, he removes the protective cover song, extends the tip, and inserts the clyster into his anus. Bending over so that his well-built ass is pointed skyward, he pumps the saline solution into his bruised fuckhole and waits, wiggling his ass back and forth as he does so to alleviate the cleansing process.

After several min, and secretly hoping that a bringing man would see him and decide he needed a objet d'art of that livid ass, Joey reluctantly stood up and walked swiftly to the bathroom, sitting on the potty and emptying himself of any nasty surprises.

Standing and inspecting his ass in the full-length mirror his mom had installed in the bathroom, he smiled, satisfied with his handiwork. turn, Joey ran his hands down his smooth dresser and two-dimensional stomach, his pubic mound just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his rosehip and further to the round, full moon orb of his ass, Joey smacks each ball and grin wolfishly.

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

Sashaying to his parents room as St. David Bowie 's 'Boys keep Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his mother 's dresser and removes a twain of bikini-cut underwear from the top drawer. atomic number 79 ties with a green triangle that barely covered his mom 's kitty when they went to the beach last summer. It was his favorite from her aggregation, and today he was gon na hold out it to fuck his instructor again. He put it in plaza and tied the slope, then adjusted the fabric so that his tiny stopcock was covered while leaving his ballsack bisected and hanging obscenely from between his legs.

'' When you 're a boy, other boy condition you out, '' he sings under his breather as he lifts himself off of the earth with the clod of each foot to test the fit of the bikini bottom.

Satisfied, Joey next removed a matching top from the same drawer, tied the top strap that goes over the cervix, and then placed it over his mind, making sure to turn over his tenacious blonde pilus over the golden strap before catching and tying the rear train together and adjusting the green triangular pap covers so that his were also covered.

looking for in the mirror over his mother 's bureau, joey nodded in satisfaction as he turned to the left and then the right, each fourth dimension protruding his butt out to look up to the effect.

'' perfect. ``

He purrs as he runs his hands once more over his hair, then turns out of his mother 's room and take the air down the hallway into his own. Opening his water closet, Joey removes a purple prospicient arm shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's rough in bag still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a dark blue air jersey over top of the long sleeved shirt, followed by a twain of tight capris over his buxom deriere.

Again preening, this clock time in the mirror behind his own door, Joey again walks with self-confidence to his mother 's room, this metre sitting down at her makeup table.

faggot 's 'Do n't turn back Me Now'Menachem Begin to bring as Joey carefully selects a base and puts a light finishing on, just enough to soften his features and get them a bit more than feminine. Making a pouty kissy expression at the mirror, Joey then selects a lipstick with a slightly darker shade than his own rim 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 shadow, applying some to his whip. As he admires his now very pretty typeface in the mirror, the strait of an ahead of time 2000 's cellphone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his bedroom and removes his candybar expressive style cell from his backpack to check the caller-up ID.

school flashes across the screen.

His heart skips a cadence and his belly hoo-hah with a million fuzzy wing as he hits the send off button to answer.

Nervous, `` hullo ? ``

A inviolable male voice from the early line, Mr. Brennan 's, `` hello, Mr. Joey George Stevens ? ``

'' Yes, this is he. ``

'' I 'm just calling to remind you of your detainment at 3:15 today, in the store room, '' a husky note entered Mr. Brennan 's voice as his breathing could be heard over the phone. Was he masturbating ? The cerebration made Joey 's rooster jump to aid and caused his asshole to flex.

'' I remember, sir, '' now it was Joey 's turn 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 receiver and give ear up the phone.

'' Later, Edward Teach. ``

Joey grabs a duad of Converse senior high school dog and puts them in his bag along with his cellphone, then puts on his tennis shoes, grab his CD and the CD pillow slip, and heads out of his sign of the zodiac, ready for school.

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School, The Now

As the minute hand moves over the 15 on the wall clock in the workshop elbow room, Mr. Brennan walks through the threshold. He stops as he catches sight of Joey, in his female parent 's green and atomic number 79 bikini and standing in the nerve center of the store, the woodpress directly behind him and strewn with his clothes.

He was wearing the dog, so he stood as tall as Mr. Brennan now. His long blond hair was pulled into two ack-ack gun like pigtails at the top of his principal, and his clump were protruding from his thighs again, the synopsis of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the fabric of the too-small cat valium two-piece fanny, rock hard with a wet speckle at the tip.

'' Sir, I 'm gear up for my punishment. ``

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

Joey takes his sentence walking to the desk as Mr. Brennan disrobes, choosing to relish the vision of his husky workshop teacher giving him a private, albeit brief, funnies show. His muscular upper berth body was covered in hair, only the incline of his trunk, pelvic girdle, and the undersides of his forearms being free from the fuzz. His cock was half hard and growing by the minute between his muscular thighs, the free weight pulling it downward.

Mr. Brennan reaches down into his desk and pulls out a jar of vasoline as Joey finishes walking up to the desk, sliding his ass onto the box and crossing his legs as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade sheets and dress circle him, extending his arm to run his hand over Joey 's second joint, ass and crotch, each slide of his finger eliciting a slim shake from him.

Gripping the back of Joey 's neck, the shop teacher forces his fount to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his clapper oceanic abyss into his mouth as his hands explore Joey 's bikini-clad form. Joey grips his instructor 's body with all of his limbs, his peg straddling Brennan around the waistline as his hands grope the muscular shoulder joint and vertebral column of the burly man, his au naturel and hairy form blind drunk beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his blazon, 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 cock wedged between the troll globe of Joey 's posterior. By now Joey 's bikini rump were scrunched into his ass cheeks and rubbing painfully on the tip of his stopcock. Squirming from the discomfort, Joey reaches down and unties the left side, the fabric falling away as his rosehip grind into the behemoth incision underneath him.

Feeling the framework sliding off of his new fucktoy 's eubstance, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one hand, causing Joey to squeal in surprise and esteem, and positions his cock top dog directly at the entrance to the well-used fuckhole so very recently exposed to the free air. Keeping Joey suspended, Mr. Brennan grabs the vasoline jar and tries to untwist it with one deal, cursing as he keeps flubbing his hairgrip on the thing. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The words decease his throat without seeming to allude his lip, audible as a voiced purr as Joey spoons a handsome measure of greasy-yellow lubricant from the container onto two digits and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's gumshoe with his right on hand, his left gripping his teacher 's shoulder to steady himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the base of operations of his shaft with his free helping hand and slides his fist up and down his slam a few clock time before moving it up to Joey 's asshole and sliding two fingerbreadth deep into his sexual love burrow, making Joey oink and labor down hard onto the invaders. Satisfied that he was properly prepped for the afternoon 's fun, he lowers Joey back onto his lap while simultaneously repositioning and inserting his dick head into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

'' Oohh, piece of ass ! '' screams Joey, causing Mr. Brennan to slap his script hard across his sass, the sound of it reverberating around the shop way as Joey 's now tense trunk slowly slips down Mr. Brennan 's fuckstick column inch by brilliant inch.

'' Mmhhff, '' Joey exhales as the bag of Mr. Brennan 's prick makes inter-group communication with the pillowy cushions of his ass, the instructor 's hand still gripped firmly over Joey 's mouth.

work force reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's stifle, Joey begins to push himself upward a few inches as his bowels clench over and over around the thick cock inside him. Once his ass no longer rests on thigh, Joey allows himself to fall back down hard, the lovestick poking his insides rubbing his prostate and causing him to shudder involuntarily as he groans loudly. Repeating the operation, Joey begins to fuck his teacher slowly.

As he picks up his tread, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's mitt impart his mouth for a instant and hears the audio of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the wench of his cheerleader outfit is rudely shoved into his back talk. The normal taste and smell of cotton fabric permeates Joey 's smoke, as well as the familiar but new essence of Mr. Brennan 's come.

'Oh my God, He was jacking off into my skirt while he was on the headphone earlier !'The thought sends Joey over the edge and he starts to fall, his balls tightening and his cock flaring as the first spurt of cum fires up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's Kuki-Chin, impudence, and chest. Shaking and sweating as the next fusillade hits his teacher on the bureau, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the good length of cock, his ass muscles squeezing his colon in rhythmic waves as his body eternal rest, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The next half dozen spurts of come shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy stomach and Joey 's heaving chest. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtailed head word, he lefts the elder limp anatomy and moves him onto the woodpress, his 8.5 '' cock wedged firmly in Joey 's still flexing asshole.

Satisfied that his fuckboi is calm, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his large fuckstick into Joey 's bowels to the hilt with every thrust as Joey 's legs wrapped themselves around his hips and tightened. Whimpers came from around the sharpness of the cheerleader skirt still shoved into Joey 's sassing as the slap-slap-slap of chassis on flesh 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 rock ever so slightly from the force of the shop teacher 's fucking, Joey 's toes curled and his backrest arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to land on his own look, hot and sticky. oink and half-muffled sidesplitter sounded from the skirt-stuffed mouth of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom.

The contractions from Joey 's asshole were too much for Mr. Brennan, whose cock suddenly swelled and erupted, sending million of sperm cell thick into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their hips together, leaned down, and began to kiss and draw Joey 's font, slurping up the boys come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their torsos with even more of the mucilaginous white substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an infinity but was actually closer to several minutes before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's hammer as it slid out of Joey 's asshole sounding like a bob going off. They both looked at each other and then laughed at the absurdity of the noise and their position, Mr. Brennan moving towards the cleanup station and throwing Joey a washrag before cleaning himself up with another, then moving to the woodpress and using a refreshful handtowel to wipe it down.

Getting dressed, Mr. Brennan handed Joey his cheerleader uniform and escorted him out of the edifice and to their various cars, 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 sounds barely audible over Portishead 's Glory Box playing over the sound system.

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

A rough voice came from the phone, distorted somewhat, `` I saw you and Mr. Brennan today. If you do n't require anyone to know about you and he, come to the oyster Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your cheer getup. ``

The mysterious 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 cerebration of what was in store for him tomorrow dark sent a tingle of joy down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...