constituent 2 : Joey 's custody - Day 1

Friday

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

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Earlier, Joey 's House

He showered, making certainly to wash his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his clip to fondle and dig into every whirl and opening with gentle, oleaginous fingerbreadth. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the shower wall, spreading his rhythm, firm ass nerve and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his small dick responding to the relief and rising to it 's good 4.5 '' length, his large testicles making it expect even smaller than it was.

Knowing that it would consider to a greater extent than a single finger's breadth to get himself off, Joey forced himself to bar masturbating and rinsed the soap from his milky body, 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 comrade was still in school, so Joey remained naked as he brought his CD 's out to the living elbow room and put in a pop mix, sashaying back to his own room as the first preeminence of 'Barbie Girl'by aqua started playing.

'' I 'm a barbie lady friend, 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 base, calculating how practically money he had spent trying to seduce Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the loo. `` $ 300, easy, '' he says aloud, and at the persuasion of his teacher, his knees grow debile and his asshole flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' shaft filling him to the hilt. Shaking his head, Joey mutters, `` Worth every penny, '' and walks to the living room.

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

After several minutes, and secretly hoping that a delivery man would see him and resolve he needed a piece of that white ass, Joey reluctantly stood up and walked swiftly to the bathroom, sitting on the gutter and emptying himself of any smutty 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 hands down his quiet chest and flat stomach, his pubic cumulation just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his hips and further to the round, full ball of his ass, Joey smacks each earth and grins wolfishly.

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

Sashaying to his parents room as Jacques Louis David Bowie 's 'Boys prevent Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his mother 's chest and removes a duo of bikini-cut underwear from the top drawer. Gold ties with a green Triangle that barely covered his mom 's cunt when they went to the beach last summer. It was his deary from her collection, and today he was gon na wear it to bang his teacher again. He put it in place and tied the sides, then adjusted the fabric so that his tiny pecker 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 ground with the ball of each fundament to test the fit of the Bikini bottom.

Satisfied, Joey next removed a matching top from the Same draftsman, tied the top shoulder strap that goes over the neck opening, and then placed it over his head, making sure to flip his long blonde pilus over the lucky strap before catching and tying the bottom strings together and adjusting the immature triangular nipple binding so that his were also covered.

looking for in the mirror over his mother 's dresser, joey nodded in satisfaction as he turned to the left and then the rightfulness, each time protruding his fanny out to look up to the effect.

'' Perfect. ``

He purrs as he runs his hands once Sir Thomas More over his hair, then turns out of his mother 's room and walks down the hallway into his own. Opening his closet, Joey removes a purpleness long arm shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's rough handle still seeable on his biceps. He then pulls on a sour risque T-shirt over top of the tenacious sleeved shirt, followed by a pair of tight capris over his well-endowed deriere.

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

Queen 's 'Do n't blockade Me Now'begins to play as Joey carefully selects a base and puts a light coating on, just enough to soften his features and make them a bit more feminine. Making a pouty kissy face at the mirror, Joey then selects a lipstick with a slightly darker shade 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 shadow, applying some to his thong. As he admires his now very pretty face in the mirror, the phone of an early 2000 's cell goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his bedroom and removes his candybar way cell from his backpack to check the caller ID.

schoolhouse photoflash across the screen.

His pith skips a beat and his belly flutters with a million fuzzy extension as he hits the send button to answer.

Nervous, `` Hello ? ``

A secure male voice from the other credit 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 shop room, '' a husky note entered Mr. Brennan 's voice as his breathing could be heard over the earphone. Was he masturbating ? The thought made Joey 's pecker jump to attending and caused his shit 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 embouchure quietly as Joey planted a kiss on the pass receiver and fall up the phone.

'' Later, Thatch. ``

Joey grabs a pair of Converse high dog and puts them in his bag along with his cellphone, then puts on his lawn tennis horseshoe, snap up his CD and the CD typesetter's case, and heads out of his house, gear up for school.

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schooltime, The Now

As the minute hired hand motion over the fifteen on the wall clock in the shop room, Mr. Brennan walks through the door. He stops as he catches deal of Joey, in his mother 's green and Au bikini and standing in the center of the shop, 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 blonde whisker was pulled into two pom-pom like pigtails at the top of his head, and his egg were protruding from his thigh again, the scheme of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the framework of the too-small green Bikini keister, shake hard with a wet bit at the tip.

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

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

Joey takes his meter walking to the desk as Mr. Brennan disrobes, choosing to enjoy the sight of his husky shop teacher giving him a private, albeit legal brief, strip show. His sinewy pep pill body was covered in hair, only the slope of his torso, hips, and the undersurface of his forearms being destitute from the pig. His rooster was half hard and growing by the minute between his brawny 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 corner and crossing his peg as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade piece of paper and band him, extending his arm to run his hand over Joey 's thighs, ass and crotch, each slide of his finger eliciting a slight shake from him.

Gripping the backrest of Joey 's neck opening, the shop teacher forces his brass to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his tongue oceanic abyss into his mouth as his hands explore Joey 's bikini-clad form. Joey grips his teacher 's body with all of his limb, his ramification straddling Brennan around the waist as his hands grope the powerful berm and rear of the burly man, his naked and hirsute chassis tight beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his arms, grasping each pert ass cheek in his laurel wreath as he turns and sits on his desk, placing Joey on his lap facing him, Brennan 's erect cock wedged between the round earth of Joey 's backside. By now Joey 's Bikini bottoms were scrunched into his ass brass and rubbing painfully on the tip of his cock. Squirming from the discomfort, Joey reaches down and unties the left incline, the framework falling away as his rosehip donkeywork into the monster motherfucker underneath him.

Feeling the fabric sliding off of his young fucktoy 's body, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one hand, causing Joey to confess in surprise and appreciation, and placement his cock fountainhead directly at the entrance to the well-used fuckhole so very recently exposed to the give up air. Keeping Joey suspended, Mr. Brennan grabs the vasoline jar and try to untwist it with one hand, cursing as he keeps flubbing his grip on the affair. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his clenched fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The words buy the farm his throat without seeming to come to his lips, audible as a delicate purr as Joey spoons a free sum of money of greasy-yellow lubricant from the container onto two figure and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's dick with his right hand, his left gripping his teacher 's shoulder to steady himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the base of his cock with his free hand and slides his fist up and down his peter a few sentence before moving it up to Joey 's cocksucker and sliding two fingerbreadth deep into his love burrow, making Joey grunt and push down hard onto the encroacher. 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 pecker head into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

'' Oohh, FUCK ! '' screams Joey, causing Mr. Brennan to slap his hired man hard across his mouth, the strait of it reverberating around the shop way as Joey 's now tense body slowly slips down Mr. Brennan 's fuckstick inch by splendiferous inch.

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

manpower reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's knees, Joey begins to push himself upward a few inch as his bowels clasp over and over around the thick stopcock 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 bonk his teacher slowly.

As he picks up his pace, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's hand leave his lip for a moment and hears the sound of a draftsman being opened and closed. Soon, the dame of his cheerleader rig is rudely shoved into his mouthpiece. The normal preference and look of cotton 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 ballock tightening and his cock flaring as the for the first time spurt of come fervency up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's chin, nerve, and chest. Shaking and sweating as the following explosion hits his teacher on the chest, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the full phase of the moon length of putz, his ass muscles squeezing his colon in rhythmic waves as his organic structure rests, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The next half XII spurts of make out shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy stomach and Joey 's heaving chest. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtail head, he lefts the seniors limp class and moves him onto the woodpress, his 8.5 '' cock wedged firmly in Joey 's still flexing asshole.

Satisfied that his fuckboi is steadily, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his large fuckstick into Joey 's bowels to the hilt with every stab as Joey 's legs wrapped themselves around his hip joint and tightened. Whimpers came from around the edges of the cheerleader chick still shoved into Joey 's sass as the slap-slap-slap of pulp on bod echoed around the shopclass, Mr. Brennan 's grunts softly making a counterpoint to each mewl and squeal.

As the wooden ramification of the woodpress began to rock ever so slightly from the force of the workshop 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 fount, hot and awkward. grunt and half-muffled screams sounded from the skirt-stuffed sassing of Joey before he spat it out to groan loudly in freedom.

The contractions from Joey 's dickhead were too often for Mr. Brennan, whose dick suddenly swelled and erupted, sending trillion of sperm deep into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their hips together, leaned down, and began to snog and breastfeed Joey 's face, slurping up the boys come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their torsos with even more of the sticky Theodore Harold White substance.

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

getting dressed, Mr. Brennan handed Joey his cheerleader uniform and escorted him out of the building and to their respective cars, Joey hoping behind the rack 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 dwelling house, his cell rang again, the 8-bit strait barely audible over Portishead 's Glory Box playacting over the strait system.

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

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

The mystic 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 anaesthetic gay cabaret ?'A grin played across Joey 's lips as the mentation of what was in depot for him tomorrow Nox sent a thrill of pleasure down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...