theatrical role 2 : Joey 's Detention - Day 1

Friday

The 3 o'clock Bell rang as Joey waited anxiously in the shop classroom for Mr. Brennan to seem for Joey 's fist custody. As a elderly, Joey was dismissed everyday at 11 am on a workstudy course of study. He had taken that chance to motor home and get himself prepped for later that afternoon.

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Earlier, Joey 's House

He showered, making sure to wash his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his clip to caress and probe every crack and opening with gentle, smarmy digit. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the rain shower wall, spreading his one shot, firm ass buttock and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his small gumshoe responding to the relief and rising to it 's good 4.5 '' duration, his great testicles making it front even low than it was.

Knowing that it would choose to a greater extent than a single digit to get himself off, Joey forced himself to finish 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 trivial brother was still in school, so Joey remained nude as he brought his CD 's out to the life way and put in a pop mix, sashaying back to his own room as the 1st notes of 'Barbie Girl'by cobalt blue 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 base, calculating how much money he had spent trying to seduce Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the press. `` $ 300, easily, '' he says aloud, and at the thinking of his teacher, his knees grow unaccented and his asshole flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' cock filling him to the hilt. Shaking his pass, Joey mutters, `` Charles Frederick Worth every penny, '' and base on balls to the life room.

Getting on his knee joint, 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 solution into his bruised fuckhole and delay, 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 make up one's mind he needed a piece 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 bathroom, he smiled, satisfied with his handiwork. Turning, Joey ran his hands down his smooth chest and plane belly, his pubic hummock just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his hip and further to the beat, good globes of his ass, Joey smacks each globe and grins wolfishly.

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

Sashaying to his parents elbow room as David Bowie 's 'Boys maintain Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his female parent 's actor's assistant and removes a pair of bikini-cut underclothes from the top draftsman. Au ties with a green triangle that barely covered his mom 's slit when they went to the beach last summer. It was his favorite from her collection, and today he was gon na wear it to bed his instructor again. He put it in blank space and tied the sides, then adjusted the fabric so that his tiny cock was covered while leaving his ballsack bisected and hanging obscenely from between his legs.

'' When you 're a boy, early son train you out, '' he sings under his breathing time as he lifts himself off of the earth with the clump of each foot to screen the fit of the bikini bottom.

Satisfied, Joey next removed a matching top from the same draftsman, tied the top strap that goes over the neck, and then placed it over his foreland, making sure to flip his long blonde hair over the golden shoulder strap before catching and tying the rear string section together and adjusting the green trilateral tit covers so that his were also covered.

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

'' perfect tense. ``

He purrs as he runs his helping hand once more over his hairsbreadth, then turns out of his mother 's room and walks down the hall into his own. Opening his press, Joey removes a purple long arm shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's rough bobby pin still seeable on his biceps. He then pulls on a coloured blue devil t-shirt over top of the long sleeved shirt, followed by a couplet of tight capris over his luxuriant deriere.

Again preening, this metre in the mirror behind his own threshold, Joey again walks with authority to his mother 's room, this fourth dimension sitting down at her physical composition table.

Queen 's 'Do n't Stop Me Now'Begin to play as Joey carefully selects a al-Qa'ida and puts a light coat on, just enough to soften his features and realise 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 agree his exact lipline.

Making a pouty nerve at the mirror again, he smiles seductively and reaches for the eye trace, applying some to his lashes. As he admires his now very pretty face in the mirror, the audio of an former 2000 's cellphone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his sleeping accommodation and removes his candybar manner cell from his backpack to check the phoner ID.

School flashes across the screen.

His nub skips a beat and his paunch flutters with a million fuzzy wings as he hits the station button to answer.

Nervous, `` Hello ? ``

A strong manly voice from the former line, Mr. Brennan 's, `` hullo, Mr. Joey Stevens ? ``

'' Yes, this is he. ``

'' I 'm just calling to cue you of your detention at 3:15 today, in the shop room, '' a beefy note entered Mr. Brennan 's voice as his breathing could be heard over the earphone. Was he masturbating ? The thought process made Joey 's cock start to aid and caused his motherfucker to flex.

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

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

'' Later, Teach. ``

Joey grabs a yoke of Converse in high spirits heels and puts them in his bag along with his cellphone, then puts on his tennis shoes, take hold of his CD and the CD case, and heads out of his planetary house, set for school.

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School, The Now

As the hour hand motility over the 15 on the wall clock in the workshop elbow room, Mr. Brennan walks through the doorway. He stops as he catches sight of Joey, in his female parent 's green and gold Bikini and standing in the center of the shop class, the woodpress directly behind him and strewn with his clothes.

He was wearing the heel, so he stood as marvellous as Mr. Brennan now. His tenacious blonde pilus was pulled into two pom-pom like pigtails at the top of his head, and his nut were protruding from his thighs again, the outline of his miniscule penis clearly seeable in the cloth of the too-small honey oil bikini rear, sway hard with a wet spot at the tip.

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

Mr. Brennan caught himself staring and moved quickly into the elbow room, locking the door behind him and turning off the idle 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 enjoy the tidy sum of his husky shop teacher giving him a private, albeit brief, strip show. His muscular upper body was covered in hair, only the face of his torso, pelvic arch, and the undersides of his forearms being free from the fuzz. His hammer was half hard and growing by the arcminute 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 recess and crossing his legs as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade mainsheet and rope him, extending his arm to run his hand over Joey 's thigh, ass and crotch, each slide of his fingerbreadth eliciting a slight shake from him.

Gripping the back of Joey 's neck, the shop teacher forces his face to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his tongue deep into his mouthpiece as his work force explore Joey 's bikini-clad form. Joey grips his instructor 's soundbox with all of his arm, his wooden leg straddling Brennan around the waist as his hands grope the hefty shoulders and backbone of the burly man, his naked and hairy physical body crocked beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his weapon, 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 tumid cock wedged between the daily round globes of Joey 's posterior. By now Joey 's two-piece 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 remaining side, the fabric falling away as his hips drudgery into the monster slit underneath him.

Feeling the fabric sliding off of his young fucktoy 's trunk, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one hired hand, causing Joey to squeal in surprise and esteem, and positions his hammer promontory directly at the entrance to the well-used fuckhole so very recently exposed to the unloosen air. Keeping Joey suspended, Mr. Brennan grabs the vasoline jar and tries to untwist it with one hand, cursing as he keeps flubbing his grip on the thing. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The words perish his throat without seeming to touch his lips, audible as a gentle purr as Joey spoons a liberal sum of greasy-yellow lube from the container onto two digits and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's gumshoe with his rectify helping hand, his left gripping his instructor 's articulatio humeri to brace himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the base of his cock with his free deal and slides his fist up and down his beam a few multiplication before moving it up to Joey 's asshole and sliding two fingers deep into his love tunnel, making Joey oink 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 dick head into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

'' Oohh, screwing ! '' screams Joey, causing Mr. Brennan to slap his hand hard across his oral fissure, the sound of it reverberating around the store room as Joey 's now tense physical structure slowly slips down Mr. Brennan 's fuckstick inch by splendiferous inch.

'' Mmhhff, '' Joey exhales as the pedestal of Mr. Brennan 's tool 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 clench over and over around the thick putz inside him. Once his ass no longer rests on thigh, Joey allows himself to fall back down hard, the lovestick poking his inside rubbing his prostate and causing him to thrill involuntarily as he groans loudly. Repeating the process, Joey begins to make out his teacher slowly.

As he picks up his rate, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's hand leave his backtalk for a moment and hears the speech sound of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the skirt of his cheerleader kit is rudely shoved into his mouth. The formula taste and olfaction of cotton fabric permeates Joey 's gumption, as well as the intimate but new essence of Mr. Brennan 's come.

'Oh my God, He was jacking off into my wench while he was on the phone earlier !'The thought sends Joey over the border and he starts to derive, his Lucille Ball tightening and his cock flaring as the first spurt of seed fires up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's chin, cheek, and chest. Shaking and sweating as the next volley hits his teacher on the chest, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the good length of cock, his ass brawniness squeezing his colon in rhythmic Wave as his body ease, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The next one-half twelve squirt of get along shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy venter and Joey 's panting chest. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtailed drumhead, he lefts the seniors limp form and moves him onto the woodpress, his 8.5 '' cock wedged firmly in Joey 's still flexing asshole.

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

As the wooden legs of the woodpress began to rock ever so slightly from the force of the store teacher 's fucking, Joey 's toes curled and his rachis arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to shoot down on his own face, hot and sticky. oink and half-muffled screams sounded from the skirt-stuffed back talk of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom.

The condensation from Joey 's whoreson were too much for Mr. Brennan, whose dick suddenly swelled and erupted, sending million of sperm deep into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their hip together, leaned down, and began to buss and suck Joey 's face, slurping up the boys come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their body with even Thomas More of the viscous white substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an timeless existence but was actually closer to various min before pulling apart, the indulgent -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's shaft as it slid out of Joey 's bunghole sounding like a cork going off. They both looked at each early and then laughed at the fatuity of the stochasticity and their placement, Mr. Brennan moving towards the cleanup station 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 machine, Joey hoping behind the cycle 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 abode, his cell rang again, the 8-bit audio barely audible over Portishead 's Glory Box playing over the speech sound system.

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

A unsmooth part came from the earpiece, distorted somewhat, `` I saw you and Mr. Brennan today. If you do n't require anyone to know about you and he, derive to the oyster Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your cheer outfit. ``

The mysterious 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 lodge ?'A smile played across Joey 's sass as the thought of what was in store for him tomorrow dark sent a quiver of pleasure down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...