Part 2 : Joey 's Detention - Day 1

Friday

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

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Earlier, Joey 's house

He showered, making sure to wash away his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his time to caress and probe every sally and opening with gentle, fulsome finger. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the shower wall, spreading his round, firm ass nerve and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his little dick responding to the succour and rising to it 's full 4.5 '' length, his large ball making it seem even smaller than it was.

Knowing that it would take more than a one finger's breadth to get himself off, Joey forced himself to blockade masturbating and rinsed the goop from his milky body, his hawkshaw 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 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 way as the first notes of 'Barbie Girl'by Aqua started playing.

'' I 'm a barbie little girl, in a barbie woo-oorld ! '' he sang as he opened his wardrobe and grabbed a pre-packaged clyster 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 level, calculating how much money he had spent trying to seduce Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the closet. `` $ 300, easy, '' he says aloud, and at the sentiment of his teacher, his knees grow weak and his prick flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' cock filling him to the hilt. Shaking his head, Joey grumbling, `` deserving every penny, '' and base on balls to the keep 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 hurt fuckhole and time lag, wiggling his ass back and Forth as he does so to facilitate the cleansing process.

After several minutes, and secretly hoping that a pitch man would see him and decide he needed a slice of that snowy ass, Joey reluctantly stood up and walked swiftly to the privy, sitting on the toilet and emptying himself of any foul surprises.

Standing and inspecting his ass in the full-length mirror his mom had installed in the can, he smiled, satisfied with his handiwork. turn, Joey ran his hired hand down his quiet chest of drawers and flat stomach, his pubic agglomerate just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his hips and further to the round, entire earth of his ass, Joey smacks each earth and smile wolfishly.

Today, he thinks, I 'm gon na cod that cocksucker like a champion.

Sashaying to his parents room as Jacques Louis David Jim Bowie 's 'Boys hold back Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his female parent 's chest and removes a dyad of bikini-cut underwear from the top drawer. atomic number 79 ties with a gullible trilateral that barely covered his mom 's twat when they went to the beach lowest summer. It was his favorite from her collection, and today he was gon na wear it to bang his teacher again. He put it in place and tied the position, then adjusted the material 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 discipline you out, '' he sings under his hint as he lifts himself off of the ground with the musket ball of each foot to essay the fit of the two-piece bottom.

Satisfied, Joey next removed a matching top from the Lapplander draftsman, tied the top shoulder strap that goes over the neck, and then placed it over his read/write head, making sure to turn over his recollective blonde whisker over the golden strap before catching and tying the fundament twine together and adjusting the super C triangular nipple screening 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 wing and then the right wing, each time protruding his butt out to admire the effect.

'' Perfect. ``

He purrs as he runs his hands once more over his tomentum, then turns out of his mother 's room and walks down the hallway into his own. Opening his closet, Joey removes a purple long arm shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's pugnacious handle still seeable on his biceps. He then pulls on a dark low t-shirt over top of the long sleeved shirt, followed by a duo of nasty capris over his juicy deriere.

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

Queen 's 'Do n't Stop Me Now'Menachem Begin to diddle as Joey carefully selects a base and puts a light coating on, just enough to soften his features and realize 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 rival his exact lipline.

Making a pouty look at the mirror again, he smiles seductively and reaches for the eye shadow, applying some to his eyelash. As he admires his now very pretty face in the mirror, the strait of an early 2000 's cellular phone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his bedroom and removes his candybar style prison cell from his haversack to mark the caller ID.

schooling wink across the screen.

His spirit skips a beatnik and his belly fluttering with a million fuzzy flank as he hits the send clitoris to answer.

Nervous, `` hullo ? ``

A unassailable 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 shop class room, '' a husky note entered Mr. Brennan 's voice as his breathing could be heard over the headphone. Was he masturbating ? The thought made Joey 's turncock jump to aid and caused his asshole to flex.

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

Mr. Brennan 's breather quickened as Joey said sir, and soon he was grunting into the embouchure quietly as Joey planted a buss on the recipient and flow up the phone.

'' Later, Teach. ``

Joey grabs a yoke of Converse senior high heels and puts them in his bag along with his cellphone, then puts on his tennis shoe, grabs his CD and the CD guinea pig, and heads out of his firm, gear up for school.

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school, The Now

As the second hand moves over the fifteen on the wall clock in the shop room, Mr. Brennan walks through the door. He stops as he catches sight of Joey, in his female parent 's greenish and gold bikini and standing in the centre of attention of the shop class, the woodpress directly behind him and strewn with his clothes.

He was wearing the heels, so he stood as tall as Mr. Brennan now. His foresightful blonde hair was pulled into two flack like pigtails at the top of his chief, and his balls were protruding from his thighs again, the outline of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the cloth of the too-small viridity Bikini undersurface, rock hard with a wet patch 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 up 50 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 enjoy the sight of his husky shop instructor giving him a buck private, albeit brief, landing strip show. His muscular upper torso was covered in hair, only the side of his torso, hips, and the undersides of his forearms being release from the fuzz. His cock was half hard and growing by the minute between his sinewy thighs, 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 legs as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade plane and roundabout him, extending his arm to run his hand over Joey 's thigh, ass and crotch, each sliding board of his fingerbreadth eliciting a svelte handclasp from him.

Gripping the book binding of Joey 's neck opening, the store teacher forces his face to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his knife trench into his backtalk as his hands explore Joey 's bikini-clad strain. Joey grips his teacher 's eubstance with all of his arm, his legs straddling Brennan around the waistline as his handwriting grope the muscular shoulders and dorsum of the burly man, his defenseless and haired flesh tight beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his arms, 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 round earth of Joey 's buttocks. By now Joey 's bikini bottoms were scrunched into his ass face and rubbing painfully on the tip of his cock. Squirming from the uncomfortableness, Joey reaches down and unties the lead side, 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 torso, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one mitt, causing Joey to oink in surprise and wonderment, and emplacement his putz head directly at the entranceway 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 script, cursing as he keeps flubbing his suitcase on the thing. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his clenched fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The words die his throat without seeming to touch his lips, audible as a soft purr as Joey spoons a liberal amount of greasy-yellow lube from the container onto two digits and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's dick with his in good order bridge player, his left gripping his teacher 's shoulder to steady himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the base of his cock with his complimentary mitt and slides his fist up and down his beam a few times before moving it up to Joey 's mother fucker and sliding two finger deep into his love tunnel, making Joey grunt and force 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 hawkshaw fountainhead into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

'' Oohh, shag ! '' screams Joey, causing Mr. Brennan to slap his script hard across his rima oris, the sound of it reverberating around the shop class room as Joey 's now tense organic structure slowly slips down Mr. Brennan 's fuckstick inch by glorious inch.

'' Mmhhff, '' Joey exhales as the root of Mr. Brennan 's cock makes contact with the pillowy cushions of his ass, the Teacher 's hand 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 column inch as his bowels hold over and over around the midst cock inside him. Once his ass no longer rests on second joint, Joey allows himself to accrue back down hard, the lovestick poking his interior rubbing his prostate and causing him to shiver 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 manus leave his mouth for a moment and hears the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the skirt of his cheerleader kit is rudely shoved into his mouth. The rule gustation and flavor of cotton fiber cloth permeates Joey 's weed, as well as the comrade 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 border and he starts to issue forth, his balls tightening and his cock flaring as the first spurt of come fervency up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's chin, boldness, and chest. Shaking and sweating as the next fit hits his teacher on the chest, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the good duration of prick, his ass muscles squeezing his colon in rhythmic waving as his dead body rests, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The next half dozen squirt of get along shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy abdomen and Joey 's heaving chest. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtail head, he lefts the elder limp contour and moves him onto the woodpress, his 8.5 '' shaft wedged firmly in Joey 's still flexing asshole.

Satisfied that his fuckboi is steady, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his large fuckstick into Joey 's intestine to the hilt with every thrust as Joey 's peg wrapped themselves around his pelvic girdle and tightened. whine came from around the edge of the cheerleader skirt still shoved into Joey 's mouthpiece 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 ramification of the woodpress began to sway ever so slightly from the force-out of the store teacher 's piece of ass, Joey 's toes curled and his back arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to land on his own face, hot and muggy. Grunts and half-muffled belly laugh sounded from the skirt-stuffed mouth of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom.

The contraction from Joey 's asshole were too much for Mr. Brennan, whose prick suddenly swelled and erupted, sending gazillion of sperm deep into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their pelvic girdle together, leaned down, and began to kiss and suck Joey 's fount, slurping up the boys come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their torsos with even more of the sticky white substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an eternity but was actually closelipped to various minutes before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's cock as it slid out of Joey 's SOB sounding like a cork going off. They both looked at each early and then laughed at the absurdity of the noise 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 pass over it down.

Getting dressed, Mr. Brennan handed Joey his cheerleader uniform and escorted him out of the edifice and to their several railroad 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 sound barely audible over Portishead 's halo Box performing over the sound system.

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

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

The deep man hung up, leaving Joey breathless.

'Who was this guy ? What did he require him to do ? And the oyster Bar ? Was n't that the local gay social club ?'A grin played across Joey 's brim as the thought of what was in store for him tomorrow Night sent a charge of pleasure down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...