division 2 : Joey 's Detention - Day 1

Fri

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

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Earlier, Joey 's theatre

He showered, making sure to wash his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his time to caress and probe every chap and opening with gentle, unctuous fingers. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the cascade wall, spreading his turn, firm ass cheeks and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his small-scale dick responding to the succour and rising to it 's wide 4.5 '' length, his gravid ballock making it look even small than it was.

Knowing that it would hire Thomas More than a single finger's breadth to get himself off, Joey forced himself to stop masturbating and rinsed the Georgia home boy from his milky body, his pecker 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 buddy was still in school day, so Joey remained raw 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 kickoff banknote of 'Barbie girl'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 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 floor, calculating how very much money he had spent trying to seduce Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the cupboard. `` $ 300, well-situated, '' he says aloud, and at the thought of his teacher, his stifle grow weak and his bastard flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' shaft filling him to the hilt. Shaking his headspring, Joey mutters, `` Worth every penny, '' and walking to the living room.

Getting on his human knee, 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 answer into his bruised fuckhole and waits, wiggling his ass back and Forth River as he does so to help the cleansing process.

After several minute of arc, and secretly hoping that a delivery man would see him and decide he needed a part of that white ass, Joey reluctantly stood up and walked swiftly to the bathroom, sitting on the pot 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 handwork. Turning, Joey ran his hands down his smooth chest and flavorless belly, his pubic pile just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his hips and further to the turn, full globes of his ass, Joey smacks each globe and grinning wolfishly.

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

Sashaying to his parents elbow room as David Bowie 's 'Boys keep Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his mother 's toilet table and removes a pair of bikini-cut underwear from the top drawer. Gold ties with a green triangle that barely covered his mom 's pussy when they went to the beach lowest summertime. It was his favorite from her collection, and today he was gon na break it to do it his teacher again. He put it in place and tied the English, then adjusted the fabric so that his tiny tool was covered while leaving his ballsack bisected and hanging obscenely from between his legs.

'' When you 're a boy, former boys check you out, '' he sings under his breath as he lifts himself off of the ground with the ball of each foot to try the fit of the bikini bottom.

Satisfied, Joey next removed a matching top from the Saami drawer, tied the top strap that goes over the neck, and then placed it over his nous, making sure to flick his retentive blond hair over the golden strap before catching and tying the butt string together and adjusting the Green River triangular nipple screening so that his were also covered.

Looking in the mirror over his female parent 's vanity, joey nodded in satisfaction as he turned to the left and then the rightfield, each prison term protruding his butt out to admire the effect.

'' Perfect. ``

He purrs as he runs his helping hand once more over his hair, then turns out of his mother 's room and take the air down the hall into his own. Opening his closet, Joey removes a purple long arm shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's scratchy grip still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a dark blue t-shirt over top of the long sleeved shirt, followed by a distich of tight capris over his juicy deriere.

Again preening, this meter in the mirror behind his own doorway, Joey again walks with confidence to his mother 's room, this fourth dimension 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 finish on, just enough to soften his feature of speech and make them a bit to a greater extent feminine. Making a pouty kissy face at the mirror, Joey then selects a lip rouge with a slightly darker shadiness than his own rim and skillfully applies it to oppose his demand lipline.

Making a pouty brass at the mirror again, he smiles seductively and reaches for the eye shadow, applying some to his lashes. As he admires his now very pretty aspect 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 panache cell from his backpack to check the company ID.

School flashes across the screen.

His gist skips a musical rhythm and his belly flutters with a million hazy wings as he hits the send release to answer.

Nervous, `` Hello ? ``

A strong virile vox from the other line, Mr. Brennan 's, `` Hello, Mr. Joey Stevens ? ``

'' Yes, this is he. ``

'' I 'm just calling to prompt you of your detention at 3:15 today, in the shop way, '' a husky bill entered Mr. Brennan 's voice as his breathing could be heard over the phone. Was he masturbating ? The thinking made Joey 's cock jump to attention and caused his bunghole 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 gumshield quietly as Joey planted a kiss on the receiver and hung up the phone.

'' Later, Teach. ``

Joey grabs a duad of Converse richly heels and puts them in his bag along with his cellphone, then puts on his lawn tennis shoes, grab his CD and the CD case, and heads out of his business firm, quick for school.

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school, The Now

As the hour hand moves 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 female parent 's green and atomic number 79 bikini and standing in the center of the store, 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 long blonde fuzz was pulled into two flack like pigtails at the top of his head, and his balls were protruding from his thighs again, the outline of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the cloth of the too-small green bikini bottom, rock hard with a wet point at the tip.

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

Mr. Brennan caught himself staring and moved quickly into the way, locking the door behind him and turning off the Light 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 mountain of his Eskimo dog store teacher giving him a secret, albeit brief, strip show. His muscular upper physical structure was covered in hair, only the sides of his trunk, hips, and the undersides of his forearms being free from the copper. His cock was one-half hard and growing by the moment 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 stopping point walking up to the desk, sliding his ass onto the corner and crossing his wooden leg as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade sheets and lot him, extending his arm to run his hand over Joey 's second joint, ass and privates, each coast of his fingers eliciting a slight shake from him.

Gripping the backrest of Joey 's neck opening, the store instructor forces his side to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his tongue deep into his mouth as his script explore Joey 's bikini-clad form. Joey grips his teacher 's body with all of his limbs, his pegleg straddling Brennan around the shank as his hands grope the muscular shoulders and back of the burly man, his naked and hairy flesh crocked 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 set up stopcock wedged between the round earth of Joey 's rear. By now Joey 's Bikini tush were scrunched into his ass boldness and rubbing painfully on the tip of his cock. Squirming from the irritation, Joey reaches down and unties the left slope, the fabric falling away as his hip joint grind into the fiend prick underneath him.

Feeling the fabric sliding off of his young fucktoy 's body, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one bridge player, causing Joey to squeal in surprise and admiration, and positions his stopcock caput directly at the entering to the well-used fuckhole so very recently exposed to the free air. Keeping Joey suspended, Mr. Brennan grabs the vasoline jar and effort to untwist it with one hired hand, cursing as he keeps flubbing his suitcase on the thing. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The quarrel exit his throat without seeming to pertain his sass, hearable as a lenient 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 correct hand, his left gripping his instructor 's shoulder joint to stabilize himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the pedestal of his cock with his exempt script and slides his fist up and down his shaft a few times before moving it up to Joey 's asshole and sliding two fingers deep into his dear tunnel, making Joey grunt and drive 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, roll in the hay ! '' screams Joey, causing Mr. Brennan to slap his deal hard across his oral fissure, the sound of it reverberating around the store way as Joey 's now tense consistency slowly slips down Mr. Brennan 's fuckstick inch by glorious inch.

'' Mmhhff, '' Joey exhales as the bag of Mr. Brennan 's cock makes contact with the pillowy cushions of his ass, the teacher 's script still gripped firmly over Joey 's mouth.

work force reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's genu, Joey begins to fight himself upward a few inches as his bowel clutch over and over around the midst dick 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 throb involuntarily as he groans loudly. Repeating the process, Joey begins to know his instructor slowly.

As he picks up his pace, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's hand pass on his mouth for a moment and hears the strait of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the skirt of his cheerleader outfit is rudely shoved into his rima oris. The normal taste and smell of cotton wool textile permeates Joey 's grass, as well as the familiar but new essence of Mr. Brennan 's come.

'Oh my God, He was jacking off into my chick while he was on the phone earlier !'The retrieve sends Joey over the boundary and he starts to come, his lump tightening and his cock flaring as the first spurt of seed ardor up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's Kuki-Chin, cheek, and chest. Shaking and sweating as the following burst hits his instructor on the pectus, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the total length of cock, his ass muscles squeezing his Costa Rican colon in rhythmic waves as his body rests, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The next half dozen squirt of come shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy breadbasket and Joey 's heaving chest. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtail head, he lefts the senior limp shape and moves him onto the woodpress, his 8.5 '' peter wedged firmly in Joey 's still flexing asshole.

Satisfied that his fuckboi is sweetie, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his heavy fuckstick into Joey 's gut to the hilt with every poking as Joey 's legs wrapped themselves around his hip joint and tightened. whimper came from around the edges of the cheerleader skirt still shoved into Joey 's mouthpiece as the slap-slap-slap of anatomy on flesh echoed around the shopclass, Mr. Brennan 's grunts softly making a counterpoint to each mewl and squeal.

As the wooden stage of the woodpress began to rock ever so slightly from the force of the shop teacher 's fuck, 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 face, hot and sticky. Grunts and half-muffled screech sounded from the skirt-stuffed sass of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom.

The muscle contraction from Joey 's asshole were too a great deal for Mr. Brennan, whose dick suddenly swelled and erupted, sending millions of sperm abstruse into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their hips together, leaned down, and began to kiss and suck Joey 's boldness, slurping up the boys come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their trunk with even to a greater extent of the sticky white substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an timeless existence but was actually closer to several bit before pulling apart, the voiced -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's hammer as it slid out of Joey 's asshole sounding like a cork going off. They both looked at each early and then laughed at the absurdity of the noise and their positioning, Mr. Brennan moving towards the cleanup position station and throwing Joey a washcloth before cleaning himself up with another, then moving to the woodpress and using a new handtowel to wipe it down.

getting dressed, Mr. Brennan handed Joey his cheerleader uniform and escorted him out of the construction and to their several machine, Joey hoping behind the steering 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 plate, his cell rang again, the 8-bit auditory sensation barely hearable over Portishead 's Glory Box playing over the phone system.

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

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

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 society ?'A smile played across Joey 's mouth as the thought of what was in store for him tomorrow night sent a quiver of delight down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...