Part 2 : Joey 's detention - Day 1

Friday

The 3 o'clock bell rang as Joey waited anxiously in the shop class schoolroom for Mr. Brennan to come along for Joey 's fist detainment. As a aged, Joey was dismissed everyday at 11 am on a workstudy program. He had taken that chance to aim home and get himself prepped for later that afternoon.

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Earlier, Joey 's theatre

He showered, making sure to wash his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his meter to caress and poke into every offer and opening with gentle, soapy fingers. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the shower wall, spreading his round, house ass cheeks and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his small cock responding to the ministrations and rising to it 's full 4.5 '' length, his tumid ballock making it look even smaller than it was.

Knowing that it would need more than a single finger's breadth to get himself off, Joey forced himself to discontinue masturbating and rinsed the liquid ecstasy from his milky torso, his gumshoe remaining hard as he turned off the cascade, stepped out, and walked naked to his bedroom.

His parents were n't home yet, and his small brother was still in shoal, so Joey remained defenseless as he brought his CD 's out to the living way and put in a pop mix, sashaying back to his own room as the first Federal Reserve note of 'Barbie Girl'by Aqua started playing.

'' I 'm a barbie female child, in a barbie woo-oorld ! '' he sang as he opened his water closet and grabbed a pre-packaged enema 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 floor, calculating how much money he had spent trying to score Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the loo. `` $ 300, easy, '' he says aloud, and at the thought of his teacher, his human knee grow weak and his asshole flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' pecker filling him to the hilt. Shaking his nous, Joey murmur, `` Worth every penny, '' and walk to the living room.

Getting on his knees, he removes the protective cover, extends the tip, and inserts the enema into his anus. deflexion 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 facilitate the cleansing process.

After respective minutes, and secretly hoping that a pitch man would see him and decide he needed a piece of that blanched ass, Joey reluctantly stood up and walked swiftly to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet and emptying himself of any nasty surprises.

Standing and inspecting his ass in the full-length mirror his mom had installed in the bath, he smiled, satisfied with his handiwork. turning, Joey ran his hands down his smooth chest of drawers and matt breadbasket, his pubic pitcher just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his pelvic girdle and further to the round, wide globes of his ass, Joey smacks each earth and smile wolfishly.

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

Sashaying to his parents elbow room as David Bowie 's 'Boys keep Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his mother 's dresser and removes a pair of bikini-cut underwear from the top drawer. Gold ties with a green triangle that barely covered his mom 's pussy when they went to the beach finish summer. It was his favorite from her collection, and today he was gon na wear it to be intimate his teacher again. He put it in home and tied the side of meat, then adjusted the fabric so that his lilliputian cock was covered while leaving his ballsack bisected and hanging obscenely from between his legs.

'' When you 're a boy, other boy stop you out, '' he sings under his breath as he lifts himself off of the ground with the testicle 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 shoulder strap that goes over the neck, and then placed it over his head, making trusted to turn over his farsighted blond hair over the golden strap before catching and tying the hindquarters strings together and adjusting the unripened triangular nipple covers so that his were also covered.

looking in the mirror over his female parent 's vanity, joey nodded in atonement as he turned to the left field and then the right, each time protruding his butt out to admire the effect.

'' perfect tense. ``

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 closet, Joey removes a purple foresighted sleeve shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's crude bobby pin still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a black puritanical T-shirt over top of the long sleeved shirt, followed by a pair of stringent capris over his red-hot deriere.

Again preening, this meter in the mirror behind his own threshold, Joey again walks with confidence to his mother 's way, this time sitting down at her make-up table.

Queen 's 'Do n't discontinue Me Now'Menachem Begin to wreak as Joey carefully selects a base and puts a low-cal coating on, just enough to soften his features and get to them a bit more feminine. Making a pouty kissy face at the mirror, Joey then selects a lipstick with a slightly darker tone than his own backtalk 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 dark, applying some to his eyelash. As he admires his now very pretty face in the mirror, the sound of an early 2000 's mobile phone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his sleeping room and removes his candybar flair cell from his backpack to see to it the caller ID.

school day flashbulb across the screen.

His heart skips a beat and his belly flutters with a million fuzzed extension as he hits the transport button to answer.

Nervous, `` hi ? ``

A strong virile representative from the early line of descent, Mr. Brennan 's, `` Hello, Mr. Joey Stevens ? ``

'' Yes, this is he. ``

'' I 'm just calling to prompt you of your custody at 3:15 today, in the shop room, '' a husky note entered Mr. Brennan 's part as his breathing could be heard over the telephone. Was he masturbating ? The thought made Joey 's stopcock jump to attention and caused his asshole to flex.

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

Mr. Brennan 's breath quickened as Joey said sir, and soon he was grunting into the embouchure quietly as Joey planted a candy kiss on the liquidator and hang up up the phone.

'' Later, Teach. ``

Joey grabs a yoke of Converse high gear bounder and puts them in his bag along with his mobile phone, then puts on his lawn tennis shoe, grabs his CD and the CD case, and heads out of his business firm, ready for school.

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School, The Now

As the minute hand moves over the fifteen on the wall clock in the shop class room, Mr. Brennan walks through the threshold. He stops as he catches sight of Joey, in his mother 's green and atomic number 79 bikini and standing in the center of attention of the shop, the woodpress directly behind him and strewn with his clothes.

He was wearing the bounder, so he stood as tall as Mr. Brennan now. His long blonde hair was pulled into two pom-pom like pigtails at the top of his head, and his Lucille Ball were protruding from his thighs again, the outline of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the textile of the too-small viridity bikini bottom, rock hard with a wet spot at the tip.

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

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

Joey takes his clip walking to the desk as Mr. Brennan disrobes, choosing to love the heap of his husky shop instructor giving him a private, albeit brief, strip show. His muscular upper berth consistence was covered in hair, only the sides of his body, coxa, and the undersides of his forearms being dislodge from the fuzz. His rooster was half heavy and growing by the minute of arc between his muscular second joint, the weight pulling it downward.

Mr. Brennan reaches down into his desk and pulls out a jar of vasoline as Joey last walking up to the desk, sliding his ass onto the nook and crossing his legs as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade sheet and circles him, extending his arm to run his mitt over Joey 's thighs, ass and genital organ, each slide of his finger eliciting a slight shake from him.

Gripping the back of Joey 's neck, the shop teacher forces his cheek to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his clapper deep into his mouth as his paw explore Joey 's bikini-clad course. Joey grips his teacher 's dead body with all of his limbs, his stage straddling Brennan around the waist as his hands grope the sinewy shoulder and back of the burly man, his naked and haired shape tight beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his arms, grasping each pert ass impertinence in his palms as he turns and sits on his desk, placing Joey on his lap facing him, Brennan 's set up peter wedged between the daily round Earth of Joey 's rear end. By now Joey 's bikini bed were scrunched into his ass nerve and rubbing painfully on the tip of his cock. Squirming from the soreness, Joey reaches down and unties the left side of meat, the material falling away as his hips grind into the ogre prick underneath him.

Feeling the cloth sliding off of his young fucktoy 's body, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one deal, causing Joey to squeal in surprisal and wonderment, and positions his cock head teacher 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 tries to untwist it with one hand, cursing as he keeps flubbing his grip on the matter. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his clenched fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The words exit his throat without seeming to match his sass, audible as a subdued purr as Joey spoons a bighearted amount of greasy-yellow lube from the container onto two digits and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's gumshoe with his right on hired man, his left gripping his teacher 's shoulder to truelove himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the base of his cock with his free hand and slides his fist up and down his scape a few meter before moving it up to Joey 's dickhead and sliding two finger's breadth deep into his beloved tunnel, making Joey oink and push down hard onto the invader. 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, FUCK ! '' screams Joey, causing Mr. Brennan to slap his hand hard across his lip, the auditory sensation of it reverberating around the shop elbow room as Joey 's now tense body slowly slips down Mr. Brennan 's fuckstick inch by glorious inch.

'' Mmhhff, '' Joey exhales as the base of Mr. Brennan 's cock makes touch with the pillowy cushions of his ass, the Teacher 's script still gripped firmly over Joey 's mouth.

Hands 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 process, Joey begins to fuck his teacher slowly.

As he picks up his yard, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's hand leave his sassing for a moment and hears the audio of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the skirt of his cheerleader rig is rudely shoved into his mouth. The normal taste sensation and odor of cotton fabric permeates Joey 's sens, as well as the familiar spirit but new essence of Mr. Brennan 's come.

'Oh my God, He was jacking off into my skirt while he was on the phone earlier !'The thought sends Joey over the edge and he starts to arrive, his orchis tightening and his cock flaring as the first spurt of come flack up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's chin, impertinence, and thorax. Shaking and sweating as the next explosion hits his teacher on the breast, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the full length of cock, his ass muscles squeezing his colon in rhythmical wafture as his consistence rests, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The side by side one-half dozen spurts of come shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy stomach and Joey 's heave thorax. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtail head, he lefts the seniors 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 unbendable, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his prominent fuckstick into Joey 's bowel to the hilt with every knife thrust as Joey 's legs wrapped themselves around his hips and tightened. Whimpers came from around the edges of the cheerleader bird still shoved into Joey 's sass as the slap-slap-slap of flesh on pulp echoed around the shopclass, Mr. Brennan 's grunts softly making a counterpoint to each mewl and squeal.

As the wooden leg of the woodpress began to rock ever so slightly from the violence of the shop teacher 's fucking, Joey 's toes curled and his back arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to set ashore on his own nerve, hot and viscid. grunt and half-muffled screams sounded from the skirt-stuffed lip of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom.

The muscle contraction from Joey 's dickhead were too lots for Mr. Brennan, whose tool suddenly swelled and erupted, sending millions of spermatozoan deep into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their pelvis together, leaned down, and began to buss and fellate Joey 's boldness, slurping up the boy come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their body with even Sir Thomas More of the sticky Edward White substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an timelessness but was actually confining to several arcminute before pulling apart, the indulgent -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's cock as it slid out of Joey 's asshole sounding like a phellem going off. They both looked at each other and then laughed at the absurdity of the dissonance and their position, Mr. Brennan moving towards the cleanup station and throwing Joey a washcloth before cleaning himself up with another, then moving to the woodpress and using a impertinent 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 elevator car, Joey hoping behind the 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 route home, his cell rang again, the 8-bit strait barely audible over Portishead 's Glory Box playing over the sound system.

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

A rough vocalization came from the earpiece, distorted somewhat, `` I saw you and Mr. Brennan today. If you do n't want anyone to live about you and he, come to the Oyster Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your cheer outfit. ``

The mystic man hung up, leaving Joey breathless.

'Who was this guy ? What did he bear him to do ? And the huitre Bar ? Was n't that the local gay clubhouse ?'A smiling played across Joey 's sass as the thought process of what was in shop for him tomorrow night sent a thrill of pleasure down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...