Part 2 : Joey 's Detention - Day 1

Fri

The 3 o'clock campana 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 program. He had taken that opportunity to drive dwelling house and get himself prepped for later that afternoon.

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Earlier, Joey 's House

He showered, making certainly to launder his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his time to caress and probe every cleft and opening with gentle, buttery finger's breadth. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the exhibitor wall, spreading his round, firm ass nerve and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his small dick responding to the succor and rising to it 's entire 4.5 '' distance, his large testicles making it look even smaller than it was.

Knowing that it would take Sir Thomas More than a I digit to get himself off, Joey forced himself to end masturbating and rinsed the soap from his milky consistency, his prick remaining hard as he turned off the rain 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 room as the starting time eminence of 'Barbie girlfriend'by Aqua started playing.

'' I 'm a barbie young woman, 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 trash can already overflowing with clyster boxes.

Joey paused as the thrown box bounced off of the rim of the can and fell to the floor, calculating how often money he had spent trying to seduce Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the press. `` $ 300, easily, '' he says aloud, and at the persuasion of his instructor, his stifle grow feeble and his asshole flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' cock filling him to the hilt. Shaking his straits, Joey mutters, `` Worth every penny, '' and walks to the living room.

Getting on his articulatio genus, he removes the protective cover, extends the tip, and inserts the enema into his anus. Bending over so that his well-built ass is pointed skyward, he pumps the saline resolution into his bruised fuckhole and delay, wiggling his ass back and forth as he does so to alleviate the cleansing process.

After respective minutes, and secretly hoping that a delivery man would see him and resolve he needed a part of that white 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 john, he smiled, satisfied with his handicraft. turn, Joey ran his bridge player down his shine bureau and matt breadbasket, his pubic mound just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his hips and further to the round, to the full globe of his ass, Joey smacks each orb and grins wolfishly.

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

Sashaying to his parents room as Saint David Bowie 's 'Boys preserve Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his mother 's dresser and removes a yoke of bikini-cut underwear from the top draftsman. gold ties with a K Triangulum 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 hold out it to have sex his instructor again. He put it in place and tied the sides, then adjusted the framework 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 moderate you out, '' he sings under his hint as he lifts himself off of the primer with the ball of each invertebrate foot to try out 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 opening, and then placed it over his head, making certain to interchange his hanker blonde hair over the golden strap before catching and tying the hind end strings together and adjusting the dark-green triangular nipple cover version so that his were also covered.

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

'' perfective tense. ``

He purrs as he runs his hands once more than over his pilus, then turns out of his mother 's room and take the air down the hall into his own. Opening his closet, Joey removes a purpleness long sleeve shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's jolting grip still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a sour blue tee shirt over top of the yearn sleeved shirt, followed by a pair of tight capris over his voluptuous deriere.

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

world-beater 's 'Do n't contain Me Now'Begin to play as Joey carefully selects a basis and puts a light coating on, just enough to cushion 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 aspect 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 sound of an early 2000 's cellular telephone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his bedroom and removes his candybar fashion cell from his packsack to curb the caller ID.

shoal flashes across the screen.

His philia skips a beat and his venter flutters with a million fuzzy offstage as he hits the send button to answer.

Nervous, `` hullo ? ``

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

'' Yes, this is he. ``

'' I 'm just calling to remind you of your detention at 3:15 today, in the workshop room, '' a Eskimo dog eminence entered Mr. Brennan 's part as his breathing could be heard over the earpiece. Was he masturbating ? The thought made Joey 's cock jump to attention and caused his asshole to flex.

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

Mr. Brennan 's breathing time quickened as Joey said sir, and soon he was grunting into the gumshield quietly as Joey planted a buss on the receiver and hung up the phone.

'' Later, Edward Teach. ``

Joey grabs a dyad of Converse heights heels and puts them in his bag along with his cellphone, then puts on his tennis shoe, snap up his CD and the CD vitrine, and heads out of his house, ready for school.

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schooling, The Now

As the min bridge player motility over the fifteen on the paries clock in the shop room, Mr. Brennan walks through the door. He stops as he catches stack of Joey, in his mother 's greens and atomic number 79 two-piece and standing in the centerfield of the shop, the woodpress directly behind him and strewn with his clothes.

He was wearing the heel, so he stood as tall as Mr. Brennan now. His prospicient blonde hair's-breadth was pulled into two flack like pigtails at the top of his drumhead, and his clump were protruding from his thighs again, the abstract of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the cloth of the too-small gullible bikini underside, rock hard with a wet post at the tip.

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

Mr. Brennan caught himself staring and moved quickly into the room, locking the door behind him and turning off the promiscuous fifty 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 Eskimo dog shop teacher giving him a private, albeit brief, strip show. His muscular speed body was covered in hair, only the sides of his torso, pelvic girdle, and the undersides of his forearms being free from the hair. His rooster was half hard and growing by the minute between his muscular thigh, the exercising 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 sheets and dress circle him, extending his arm to run his hand over Joey 's second joint, ass and crotch, each lantern slide of his finger's breadth eliciting a slight handshaking from him.

Gripping the back of Joey 's neck, the workshop instructor forces his face to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his tongue oceanic abyss into his mouth as his deal explore Joey 's bikini-clad form. Joey grips his teacher 's body with all of his tree branch, his legs straddling Brennan around the waist as his bridge player grope the muscular shoulder joint and back of the burly man, his naked and hairy anatomy closely beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his weapon, grasping each pert ass brass in his palms as he turns and sits on his desk, placing Joey on his lap facing him, Brennan 's set up 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 discomfort, Joey reaches down and unties the bequeath English, the textile falling away as his rose hip grind into the giant prick underneath him.

Feeling the fabric sliding off of his young fucktoy 's torso, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one hand, causing Joey to squeal in surprisal and admiration, and positions his dick nous 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 manus, cursing as he keeps flubbing his grip on the matter. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The words exit his pharynx without seeming to extend to his lip, audible as a easy purr as Joey spoons a liberal quantity of greasy-yellow lube from the container onto two digits and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's dick with his correct hand, his left gripping his teacher 's shoulder to steady himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the base of his cock with his unfreeze hand and slides his fist up and down his shaft a few metre before moving it up to Joey 's asshole and sliding two digit deep into his sexual love tunnel, making Joey grunt and push 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 shaft head into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

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

'' Mmhhff, '' Joey exhales as the fundament of Mr. Brennan 's cock makes link with the pillowy cushions of his ass, the Teacher 's helping hand still gripped firmly over Joey 's mouth.

hand reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's articulatio genus, Joey begins to tug himself upward a few in as his bowels grip 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 interior rubbing his prostate gland and causing him to shudder 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 behind his mouth for a consequence and hears the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the skirt of his cheerleader outfit is rudely shoved into his mouth. The normal taste and flavour of cotton fabric permeates Joey 's senses, as well as the associate 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 thinking sends Joey over the edge and he starts to descend, his balls tightening and his cock flaring as the first spurt of seminal fluid attack up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's chin, nerve, and chest. Shaking and sweating as the future burst hits his teacher on the chest, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the full length of cock, his ass sinew squeezing his colon in rhythmic moving ridge as his body remainder, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The next one-half twelve spirt of hail shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy breadbasket and Joey 's heaving chest. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtailed head, he lefts the seniors limp build 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 vauntingly fuckstick into Joey 's gut to the hilt with every thrusting as Joey 's legs wrapped themselves around his coxa and tightened. Whimpers came from around the edge of the cheerleader chick still shoved into Joey 's sass as the slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh echoed around the shopclass, Mr. Brennan 's grunts softly making a counterpoint to each mewl and squeal.

As the wooden legs of the woodpress began to sway ever so slightly from the force-out of the shop class teacher 's fucking, Joey 's toes curled and his back arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to set ashore on his own fount, hot and sticky. oink and half-muffled screams sounded from the skirt-stuffed mouth of Joey before he spat it out to groan loudly in freedom.

The muscular contraction from Joey 's asshole were too much for Mr. Brennan, whose dick suddenly swelled and erupted, sending million of sperm thick into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their hips together, leaned down, and began to kiss and suck Joey 's face, slurping up the boy come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their body with even more of the steamy white substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an eternity but was actually unaired to various bit before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's pecker as it slid out of Joey 's motherfucker sounding like a bobber 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 killing place and throwing Joey a flannel 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 building and to their respective machine, 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 telephone rang again, the 8-bit strait barely audible over Portishead 's gloriole Box playing over the sound system.

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

A rough voice came from the earpiece, distorted somewhat, `` I saw you and Mr. Brennan today. If you do n't require anyone to have a go at it about you and he, derive to the huitre Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your cheer outfit. ``

The occult 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 lips as the cerebration of what was in store for him tomorrow night sent a thrill of pleasure down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...