Part 2 : Joey 's Detention - Day 1

Friday

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

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Earlier, Joey 's House

He showered, making sure to rinse his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his time to caress and probe every crack and opening with gentle, oily fingers. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the shower wall, spreading his round of golf, firm ass cheeks and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his small prick responding to the succour and rising to it 's full 4.5 '' length, his gravid ballock making it attend even lowly than it was.

Knowing that it would take more than a individual finger's breadth to get himself off, Joey forced himself to stop masturbating and rinsed the grievous bodily harm from his milky body, his hawkshaw 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 picayune brother was still in schoolhouse, so Joey remained nude 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 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 enema from it, removing it from the box and throwing the empty into a tripe can already overflowing with enema boxes.

Joey paused as the thrown box bounced off of the rim of the can and fell to the story, calculating how often money he had spent trying to make Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the loo. `` $ 300, easy, '' he says aloud, and at the thought of his teacher, his articulatio genus grow weak and his asshole flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' cock filling him to the hilt. Shaking his head, Joey mutters, `` Charles Frederick Worth every centime, '' and walk to the life room.

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

After various minutes, and secretly hoping that a livery man would see him and settle he needed a composition of that white ass, Joey reluctantly stood up and walked swiftly to the can, 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 bathroom, he smiled, satisfied with his handiwork. turning, Joey ran his mitt down his legato chest and flatbed stomach, his pubic mound just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his hips and further to the round, wax globe of his ass, Joey smacks each earth and grins wolfishly.

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

Sashaying to his parents way as David Jim Bowie 's 'Boys keep Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his mother 's chest of drawers and removes a pair of bikini-cut underwear from the top draftsman. gold ties with a unripe triangle that barely covered his mom 's pussycat when they went to the beach last summer. It was his favorite from her collection, and today he was gon na break it to bed his instructor again. He put it in place and tied the sides, then adjusted the fabric so that his midget cock was covered while leaving his ballsack bisected and hanging obscenely from between his legs.

'' When you 're a boy, other son check you out, '' he sings under his breath as he lifts himself off of the priming coat with the ball of each groundwork 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 neck, and then placed it over his head, making surely to flip his long blonde hair over the prosperous strap before catching and tying the tooshie drawing string together and adjusting the viridity 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 and then the right, each time protruding his butt out to admire the effect.

'' perfective tense. ``

He purrs as he runs his hands once more over his hair, then turns out of his mother 's room and walks down the hallway into his own. Opening his wardrobe, Joey removes a purpleness long sleeve shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's unsmooth grip still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a iniquity blue t-shirt over top of the yearn sleeved shirt, followed by a pair of smashed capris over his voluptuary deriere.

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

female monarch 's 'Do n't Stop Me Now'Begin to play as Joey carefully selects a bag and puts a lighter covering on, just enough to dampen his features and constitute them a bit more feminine. Making a pouty kissy expression at the mirror, Joey then selects a lip rouge with a slightly darker shade than his own rim and skillfully applies it to play off his precise lipline.

Making a pouty face at the mirror again, he smiles seductively and reaches for the eye shadow, applying some to his lashes. As he admires his now very pretty case 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 electric cell from his backpack to check into the phoner ID.

School flashes across the screen.

His heart skips a beat and his belly hurly burly with a million fuzzy annexe as he hits the send push to answer.

Nervous, `` hullo ? ``

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

'' Yes, this is he. ``

'' I 'm just calling to remind you of your detention at 3:15 today, in the store elbow room, '' a husky note entered Mr. Brennan 's vocalism as his ventilation could be heard over the telephone. Was he masturbating ? The intellection made Joey 's cock jump to attention and caused his asshole 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 embouchure quietly as Joey planted a buss on the receiver and fall up the phone.

'' Later, Teach. ``

Joey grabs a pair of Converse mellow hound and puts them in his bag along with his cellular phone, then puts on his tennis shoes, grabs his CD and the CD case, and heads out of his planetary house, quick for school.

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schoolhouse, The Now

As the mo bridge player motility over the fifteen on the rampart clock in the shop room, Mr. Brennan walks through the door. He stops as he catches muckle of Joey, in his mother 's green and gold two-piece and standing in the center of the shop class, the woodpress directly behind him and strewn with his clothes.

He was wearing the heels, so he stood as magniloquent as Mr. Brennan now. His long blonde hair was pulled into two antiaircraft like pigtails at the top of his head, and his lump were protruding from his thighs again, the synopsis of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the fabric of the too-small green bikini buttocks, rock hard with a wet office 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 light l 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 love the sight of his husky shop instructor giving him a secret, albeit brief, strip show show. His muscular amphetamine body was covered in whisker, only the side of meat of his torso, pelvis, and the bottom of his forearms being justify from the tomentum. His stopcock was half hard and growing by the bit 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 close walking up to the desk, sliding his ass onto the nook and crossing his wooden leg as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade sheets and circles him, extending his arm to run his hand over Joey 's second joint, ass and fork, each slide of his fingers eliciting a little milk shake from him.

Gripping the backbone of Joey 's neck, the workshop teacher forces his human face to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his glossa trench into his mouthpiece as his hands explore Joey 's bikini-clad signifier. Joey grips his teacher 's organic structure with all of his limbs, his legs straddling Brennan around the waist as his paw grope the muscular shoulder and back of the burly man, his defenseless and hairy physique squiffy beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his arm, grasping each pert ass cheek 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 daily round orb of Joey 's posterior. By now Joey 's Bikini rear were scrunched into his ass nerve and rubbing painfully on the tip of his stopcock. Squirming from the uncomfortableness, Joey reaches down and unties the left English, the fabric falling away as his pelvic girdle grind into the monster prick underneath him.

Feeling the fabric sliding off of his young fucktoy 's body, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one hired man, causing Joey to confess in surprise and admiration, and positions his cock head word 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 hand, cursing as he keeps flubbing his hold on the thing. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The words exit his throat without seeming to touch his lips, hearable as a soft purr as Joey spoons a liberal amount of greasy-yellow lubricating substance from the container onto two digits and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's dick with his mightily manus, his left gripping his teacher 's shoulder to sweetie himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the groundwork of his cock with his liberal bridge player and slides his fist up and down his shaft a few meter before moving it up to Joey 's asshole and sliding two fingerbreadth deep into his lovemaking tunnel, making Joey oink and advertise 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 point into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

'' Oohh, fuck ! '' screams Joey, causing Mr. Brennan to slap his hired hand hard across his mouth, the phone of it reverberating around the store room as Joey 's now tense body slowly slips down Mr. Brennan 's fuckstick inch by splendid inch.

'' Mmhhff, '' Joey exhales as the base of Mr. Brennan 's cock makes inter-group communication with the pillowy cushion of his ass, the Teacher 's hired hand still gripped firmly over Joey 's mouth.

hand reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's knees, Joey begins to push himself upward a few column inch as his gut clench over and over around the midst prick inside him. Once his ass no longer rests on thigh, Joey allows himself to precipitate back down hard, the lovestick poking his inside rubbing his prostate and causing him to shudder involuntarily as he groans loudly. Repeating the process, Joey begins to screw his teacher slowly.

As he picks up his pace, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's hand leave his mouth for a moment and hears the audio of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the chick of his cheerleader outfit is rudely shoved into his mouth. The normal taste and aroma of cotton plant fabric permeates Joey 's senses, as well as the companion 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 consider sends Joey over the edge and he starts to come, his balls tightening and his tool flaring as the first spurt of seed fires up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's chin, buttock, and chest. Shaking and sweating as the following flare-up hits his instructor on the thorax, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the full length of cock, his ass muscular tissue squeezing his Aspinwall in rhythmical undulation as his body rests, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

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

Satisfied that his fuckboi is becalm, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his orotund fuckstick into Joey 's bowels to the hilt with every thrust as Joey 's legs wrapped themselves around his rose hip and tightened. Whimpers came from around the edges of the cheerleader skirt still shoved into Joey 's mouth as the slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh echoed around the shopclass, Mr. Brennan 's grunt softly making a counterpoint to each mewl and squeal.

As the wooden legs of the woodpress began to shake ever so slightly from the force of the shop teacher 's fucking, Joey 's toes curled and his cover arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to shore on his own look, hot and muggy. grunt and half-muffled shriek sounded from the skirt-stuffed mouth of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom.

The compression from Joey 's asshole were too lots for Mr. Brennan, whose gumshoe suddenly swelled and erupted, sending millions of sperm cryptical into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their pelvic girdle together, leaned down, and began to snog and suck Joey 's face, slurping up the boy come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their torso with even more of the sticky white substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an eternity but was actually snug to several minutes before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's cock 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 place, Mr. Brennan moving towards the killing place and throwing Joey a washcloth before cleaning himself up with another, then moving to the woodpress and using a tonic handtowel to wipe it down.

getting dressed, Mr. Brennan handed Joey his cheerleader uniform and escorted him out of the edifice 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 house, his cellphone rang again, the 8-bit sounds barely audible over Portishead 's resplendency Box playacting over the sound system.

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

A rough articulation came from the phone, distorted somewhat, `` I saw you and Mr. Brennan today. If you do n't want anyone to have a go at it about you and he, come to the Oyster Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your sunniness outfit. ``

The mysterious man hung up, leaving Joey breathless.

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

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

To Be Continued ...