Part 2 : Joey 's detainment - Day 1

Friday

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

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Earlier, Joey 's House

He showered, making sure to lave his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his time to caress and dig into every crack and opening with gentle, soapy fingers. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the shower bulwark, spreading his round, firm ass cheeks and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his small dick responding to the relief and rising to it 's full 4.5 '' length, his large testicles making it count even modest than it was.

Knowing that it would take to a greater extent than a exclusive fingerbreadth to get himself off, Joey forced himself to break masturbating and rinsed the soap from his milky consistency, 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 small brother was still in school, so Joey remained naked as he brought his CD 's out to the living room and put in a pop mix, sashaying back to his own room as the first notes of 'Barbie female child'by turquoise started playing.

'' I 'm a barbie girl, 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 a great deal money he had spent trying to seduce Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the closet. `` $ 300, loose, '' he says aloud, and at the thought of his instructor, his human knee grow weak and his asshole flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' peter filling him to the hilt. Shaking his drumhead, Joey grumbling, `` worth every penny, '' and paseo to the sustenance room.

Getting on his knee joint, 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 bruised fuckhole and wait, wiggling his ass back and forth as he does so to facilitate the cleansing process.

After respective hour, and secretly hoping that a delivery man would see him and settle he needed a objet d'art of that Caucasian 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 bathroom, he smiled, satisfied with his handiwork. Turning, Joey ran his hands down his placid chest and flat stomach, his pubic cumulation just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his hips and further to the beat, full globes of his ass, Joey smacks each world and grins wolfishly.

Today, he thinks, I 'm gon na depend upon that slit like a champion.

Sashaying to his parents elbow room as David Bowie 's 'Boys preserve Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his mother 's chest of drawers and removes a span of bikini-cut underwear from the top drawer. Gold ties with a green trigon that barely covered his mom 's pussy when they went to the beach finally summertime. 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 place and tied the side, then adjusted the framework so that his bantam prick 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 soil with the ball of each foot to try out the fit of the bikini bottom.

Satisfied, Joey next removed a matching top from the Sami drawer, tied the top strap that goes over the cervix, and then placed it over his forefront, making sure to riffle his long blonde hair over the golden shoulder strap before catching and tying the hindquarters strings together and adjusting the green triangular nipple binding so that his were also covered.

Looking in the mirror over his mother 's dresser, joey nodded in expiation as he turned to the left wing and then the right, each clip protruding his butt out to look up to the effect.

'' Perfect. ``

He purrs as he runs his helping hand once more over his hair, then turns out of his mother 's elbow room and walks down the hallway into his own. Opening his closet, Joey removes a purple farseeing sleeve shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's rough grip still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a dark blue tee shirt over top of the long sleeved shirt, followed by a pair of tight capris over his voluptuous deriere.

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

tabby 's 'Do n't hold back Me Now'Menachem Begin to encounter as Joey carefully selects a base and puts a unaccented coat on, just enough to dampen his features and take a crap them a bit to a greater extent womanly. 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 match his precise lipline.

Making a pouty look at the mirror again, he smiles seductively and reaches for the eye shadow, applying some to his whiplash. As he admires his now very pretty face in the mirror, the auditory sensation of an early 2000 's cellphone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his bedchamber and removes his candybar style cellular phone from his rucksack to go over the caller ID.

School flare across the screen.

His heart skips a beat and his stomach flutters with a million fuzzy wings as he hits the broadcast push button to answer.

Nervous, `` hullo ? ``

A potent Male voice from the other line, Mr. Brennan 's, `` Hello, Mr. Joey Stevens ? ``

'' Yes, this is he. ``

'' I 'm just calling to prompt you of your detainment at 3:15 today, in the store room, '' a burly note entered Mr. Brennan 's vocalization as his external respiration could be heard over the phone. Was he masturbating ? The thought made Joey 's cock jump to attention and caused his cocksucker to flex.

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

Mr. Brennan 's breathing spell quickened as Joey said sir, and soon he was grunting into the mouthpiece quietly as Joey planted a kiss on the receiver and hang up the phone.

'' Later, Teach. ``

Joey grabs a twain of Converse high bounder and puts them in his bag along with his cellphone, then puts on his lawn tennis shoes, snap up his CD and the CD case, and heads out of his sign of the zodiac, gear up for school.

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school, The Now

As the minute hand relocation over the fifteen on the wall clock in the workshop room, Mr. Brennan walks through the door. He stops as he catches sight of Joey, in his mother 's green and amber bikini and standing in the center of the shop, the woodpress directly behind him and strewn with his clothes.

He was wearing the hound, so he stood as tall as Mr. Brennan now. His foresighted blonde hair's-breadth was pulled into two flak like pigtails at the top of his head, and his balls were protruding from his thigh again, the abstract of his miniscule penis clearly seeable in the cloth of the too-small green two-piece bum, rock hard with a wet spot at the tip.

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

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 meter walking to the desk as Mr. Brennan disrobes, choosing to enjoy the sight of his husky shop teacher giving him a common soldier, albeit brief, comic strip show. His muscular upper berth body was covered in hair, only the position of his torso, coxa, and the undersurface of his forearms being free from the fuzz. His rooster was half punishing and growing by the minute 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 finishing walking up to the desk, sliding his ass onto the quoin and crossing his legs as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade sheets and circles him, extending his arm to run his paw over Joey 's second joint, ass and genitalia, each sliding board of his fingers eliciting a svelte shake from him.

Gripping the rear of Joey 's cervix, the shop teacher forces his font to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his tongue deep into his mouth as his bridge player explore Joey 's bikini-clad form. Joey grips his teacher 's eubstance with all of his limbs, his leg straddling Brennan around the waistline as his hands grope the muscular berm and back of the burly man, his bare and hirsute flesh tight beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his arms, grasping each pert ass cheek in his palm as he turns and sits on his desk, placing Joey on his lap facing him, Brennan 's erect cock wedged between the round 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 cock. Squirming from the soreness, Joey reaches down and unties the left side, the fabric falling away as his coxa grind into the monster twinge underneath him.

Feeling the cloth sliding off of his immature fucktoy 's body, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one mitt, causing Joey to squeal in surprisal and wonder, and side his cock head directly at the entranceway to the well-used fuckhole so very recently exposed to the loose air. Keeping Joey suspended, Mr. Brennan grabs the vasoline jar and tries to untwist it with one hand, cursing as he keeps flubbing his clasp on the thing. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The watchword exit his pharynx without seeming to adjoin his lips, hearable as a diffused purr as Joey spoons a handsome amount of greasy-yellow lube from the container onto two digit and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's cock with his right field hired man, his left gripping his teacher 's shoulder to steady himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the base of his rooster with his relinquish hand and slides his fist up and down his putz a few fourth dimension before moving it up to Joey 's asshole and sliding two fingers deep into his beloved tunnel, making Joey grunt and agitate 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 pecker capitulum into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

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

'' Mmhhff, '' Joey exhales as the Qaeda of Mr. Brennan 's cock makes contact with the pillowy shock of his ass, the Teacher 's hired man still gripped firmly over Joey 's mouth.

Hands reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's knees, Joey begins to push himself upward a few inches as his bowels clutch over and over around the midst cock inside him. Once his ass no longer rests on thigh, Joey allows himself to fall back down hard, the lovestick poking his interior rubbing his prostate and causing him to thrill involuntarily as he groans loudly. Repeating the process, Joey begins to fuck his teacher slowly.

As he picks up his pace, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's script leave his lip for a second and hears the strait of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the skirt of his cheerleader turnout is rudely shoved into his rima oris. The rule taste and smell of cotton plant fabric permeates Joey 's senses, as well as the conversant but new essence of Mr. Brennan 's come.

'Oh my God, He was jacking off into my bird while he was on the phone earlier !'The thought sends Joey over the edge and he starts to number, his nut tightening and his cock flaring as the first spirt of seed fires up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's chin, face, and chest. Shaking and sweating as the next burst hits his teacher on the chest, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the full length of rooster, his ass muscles squeezing his Aspinwall in rhythmic wave as his soundbox residuum, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The next one-half 12 spurts of occur shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy breadbasket and Joey 's heaving chest. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtailed head, he lefts the elder limp form and moves him onto the woodpress, his 8.5 '' putz wedged firmly in Joey 's still flexing asshole.

Satisfied that his fuckboi is sweetie, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his large fuckstick into Joey 's bowel to the hilt with every thrust as Joey 's legs wrapped themselves around his hips and tightened. whine came from around the edge of the cheerleader skirt still shoved into Joey 's mouthpiece as the slap-slap-slap of physique on form 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 rear arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to land on his own case, hot and viscid. oink and half-muffled scream sounded from the skirt-stuffed rima oris of Joey before he spat it out to groan loudly in freedom.

The compression from Joey 's shit were too very much for Mr. Brennan, whose pecker suddenly swelled and erupted, sending billion of sperm deep into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their rosehip together, leaned down, and began to kiss and suck Joey 's facial expression, slurping up the boys come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their trunk with even more of the sticky whiten substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an eternity but was actually close to several mo before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's cock as it slid out of Joey 's shit sounding like a bob going off. They both looked at each other and then laughed at the absurdity of the dissonance and their emplacement, Mr. Brennan moving towards the cleanup station and throwing Joey a flannel before cleaning himself up with another, then moving to the woodpress and using a smart 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 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 cellular phone rang again, the 8-bit sounds barely audible over Portishead 's glorification Box playing over the sound system.

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

A boisterous vocalization came from the headphone, 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 sunniness outfit. ``

The inscrutable 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 back talk as the sentiment of what was in storehouse for him tomorrow night sent a thrill of pleasure down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...