voice 2 : Joey 's Detention - Day 1

Fri

The 3 o'clock bell rang as Joey waited anxiously in the shop class schoolroom for Mr. Brennan to look for Joey 's clenched fist detention. As a elder, Joey was dismissed everyday at 11 am on a workstudy syllabus. He had taken that opportunity to drive nursing home and get himself prepped for later that afternoon.

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Earlier, Joey 's home

He showered, making sure to wash his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his time to caress and poke into every crack and opening with gentle, soapy fingers. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the shower paries, spreading his turn, firm ass face and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his lowly dick responding to the ministrations and rising to it 's full 4.5 '' length, his orotund testicle making it front even smaller than it was.

Knowing that it would take more than a I digit to get himself off, Joey forced himself to barricade masturbating and rinsed the max from his milky eubstance, 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 schoolhouse, so Joey remained naked as he brought his CD 's out to the keep room and put in a pop mix, sashaying back to his own elbow room as the 1st notes of 'Barbie Girl'by Aqua started playing.

'' I 'm a barbie young lady, in a barbie woo-oorld ! '' he sang as he opened his closet and grabbed a pre-packaged clyster from it, removing it from the box and throwing the empty into a applesauce 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 lots money he had spent trying to seduce Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the wardrobe. `` $ 300, easy, '' he says aloud, and at the thought of his instructor, his human knee grow rickety and his asshole flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' shaft filling him to the hilt. Shaking his head word, Joey grumble, `` deserving every cent, '' and walk of life to the living room.

Getting on his knees, he removes the protective screening, extends the tip, and inserts the clyster 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 several hour, and secretly hoping that a delivery man would see him and decide he needed a piece of that white ass, Joey reluctantly stood up and walked swiftly to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet and emptying himself of any awful 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 out chest and two-dimensional belly, his pubic mound just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his hips and further to the round of drinks, full orb of his ass, Joey smacks each Earth and grins wolfishly.

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

Sashaying to his parents way as David James Bowie 's 'Boys keep Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his mother 's chest and removes a brace of bikini-cut underclothes from the top drawer. Gold ties with a green Triangle that barely covered his mom 's pussy when they went to the beach last summer. It was his favorite from her collection, and today he was gon na fatigue it to fuck his instructor again. He put it in place and tied the incline, then adjusted the fabric so that his tiny cock 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 breathing spell as he lifts himself off of the reason with the orchis of each ft to test 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 head, making certainly to flip his farsighted blond hair over the golden strap before catching and tying the rear string together and adjusting the park triangular nipple masking so that his were also covered.

look in the mirror over his mother 's bureau, joey nodded in gratification as he turned to the left and then the right, each time protruding his rear out to admire the effect.

'' Perfect. ``

He purrs as he runs his hands once more over his fuzz, then turns out of his mother 's room and walk down the hall into his own. Opening his press, Joey removes a purple retentive arm shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's rough clasp still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a benighted blue sky t-shirt over top of the farseeing sleeved shirt, followed by a duo of tight capris over his sonsy deriere.

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

Queen 's 'Do n't Stop Me Now'Begin to represent as Joey carefully selects a foundation and puts a scant application on, just enough to dampen his feature film and make 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 oppose his exact lipline.

Making a pouty boldness at the mirror again, he smiles seductively and reaches for the eye dark, applying some to his lashes. As he admires his now very pretty boldness in the mirror, the audio of an early 2000 's cellphone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his chamber and removes his candybar style electric cell from his back pack to insure the caller-out ID.

schooling flashbulb across the screen.

His fondness skips a cadence and his belly fluttering with a million fuzzy flank as he hits the direct button to answer.

Nervous, `` Hello ? ``

A stiff male voice from the other bank line, Mr. Brennan 's, `` Hello, Mr. Joey Stevens ? ``

'' Yes, this is he. ``

'' I 'm just calling to remind you of your custody at 3:15 today, in the shop room, '' a Eskimo dog short letter entered Mr. Brennan 's representative as his breathing could be heard over the sound. Was he masturbating ? The thought made Joey 's cock parachuting to care and caused his bastard to flex.

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

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

'' Later, Teach. ``

Joey grabs a yoke of Converse eminent heel and puts them in his bag along with his cellphone, then puts on his lawn tennis shoes, grabs his CD and the CD case, and heads out of his house, prepare for school.

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School, The Now

As the bit hand moves over the fifteen on the wall clock in the shop room, Mr. Brennan walks through the threshold. He stops as he catches vision of Joey, in his mother 's green and gold bikini and standing in the eye of the shop, the woodpress directly behind him and strewn with his clothes.

He was wearing the blackguard, so he stood as marvelous as Mr. Brennan now. His long blonde whisker was pulled into two flak like pigtails at the top of his head, and his musket ball were protruding from his thighs again, the outline of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the fabric of the too-small green bikini buns, rock hard with a wet spot at the tip.

'' Sir, I 'm ready for my punishment. ``

Mr. Brennan caught himself staring and moved quickly into the elbow room, locking the door behind him and turning off the get down lest 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 delight the lot of his husky shop teacher giving him a buck private, albeit legal brief, strip show. His muscular upper berth body was covered in hair, only the sides of his torso, rosehip, and the undersides of his forearms being free from the hair. His shaft was half hard and growing by the instant between his powerful thigh, the 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 sheet and circuit him, extending his arm to run his mitt over Joey 's thigh, ass and crotch, each slide of his fingers eliciting a slight shake from him.

Gripping the dorsum of Joey 's cervix, the shop teacher forces his nerve to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his knife deep into his mouth as his custody explore Joey 's bikini-clad form. Joey grips his teacher 's consistence with all of his limbs, his legs straddling Brennan around the waist as his hands grope the hefty berm and cover of the beefy man, his raw and hairy soma fast 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 erect cock wedged between the unit of ammunition globes of Joey 's posterior. By now Joey 's Bikini bottoms were scrunched into his ass cheeks and rubbing painfully on the tip of his rooster. Squirming from the discomfort, Joey reaches down and unties the left wing side of meat, the fabric falling away as his hip pulverisation into the teras prick up underneath him.

Feeling the fabric sliding off of his young fucktoy 's torso, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one manus, causing Joey to squeal in surprise and admiration, and positions his cock point directly at the entrance to the well-used fuckhole so very recently exposed to the devoid air. Keeping Joey suspended, Mr. Brennan grabs the vasoline jar and effort to untwist it with one manus, cursing as he keeps flubbing his grip on the thing. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The wrangle drop dead his throat without seeming to disturb his backtalk, audible as a cushy purr as Joey spoons a freehanded amount of greasy-yellow lube from the container onto two fingerbreadth and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's dick with his the right way hand, his left gripping his teacher 's berm to steady himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the base of his cock with his free paw and slides his clenched fist up and down his shaft a few times before moving it up to Joey 's whoreson and sliding two fingers deep into his love tunnel, making Joey grunt and push down hard onto the invaders. Satisfied that he was properly prepped for the good afternoon 's fun, he lowers Joey back onto his lap while simultaneously repositioning and inserting his cock forefront into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

'' Oohh, shag ! '' screams Joey, causing Mr. Brennan to slap his hand hard across his mouth, the auditory sensation of it reverberating around the shop room as Joey 's now tense consistency slowly slips down Mr. Brennan 's fuckstick in by glorious inch.

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

manus reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's knees, Joey begins to push himself upward a few inches as his bowels clench over and over around the thick prick 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 gland and causing him to shudder involuntarily as he groans loudly. Repeating the cognitive process, Joey begins to fuck his teacher slowly.

As he picks up his rate, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's hand leave his mouthpiece for a moment and hears the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the dame of his cheerleader turnout is rudely shoved into his oral cavity. The normal taste and smelling of cotton wool fabric permeates Joey 's senses, as well as the familiar but new essence of Mr. Brennan 's come.

'Oh my God, He was jacking off into my annulus while he was on the telephone earlier !'The thought sends Joey over the edge and he starts to come, his balls tightening and his shaft flaring as the firstly spurt of come fires up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's Kuki, cheek, and pectus. Shaking and sweating as the next volley hits his instructor on the chest, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the entire duration of cock, his ass muscles squeezing his colon in rhythmical waves as his physical structure rests, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The following half dozen spurts of fall shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy stomach and Joey 's heaving bureau. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtailed head, he lefts the elder 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 steady, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his with child 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 bird still shoved into Joey 's mouthpiece as the slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh echoed around the shopclass, Mr. Brennan 's oink softly making a counterpoint to each mewl and squeal.

As the wooden pegleg of the woodpress began to rock ever so slightly from the force of the shop instructor 's roll in the hay, Joey 's toes curled and his rear arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to land on his own boldness, hot and viscous. Grunts and half-muffled belly laugh sounded from the skirt-stuffed mouth of Joey before he spat it out to groan loudly in freedom.

The muscular contraction from Joey 's SOB were too practically for Mr. Brennan, whose dick suddenly swelled and erupted, sending meg of sperm inscrutable into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their rose hip together, leaned down, and began to kiss and suck Joey 's face, slurping up the boys come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their torsos with even more of the steamy white substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an timeless existence but was actually close-fitting to several minutes before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's hammer as it slid out of Joey 's arse 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 cleaning station and throwing Joey a face cloth before cleaning himself up with another, then moving to the woodpress and using a impudent handtowel to pass over it down.

acquiring dressed, Mr. Brennan handed Joey his cheerleader uniform and escorted him out of the construction and to their respective cars, Joey hoping behind the bicycle 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 cellular telephone rang again, the 8-bit sounds barely audible over Portishead 's Glory Box playing over the sound system.

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

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

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 night club ?'A grin played across Joey 's lips as the thought of what was in store for him tomorrow nighttime sent a thrill of pleasure down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...