Part 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 appear for Joey 's fist detention. As a senior, Joey was dismissed everyday at 11 am on a workstudy computer programme. He had taken that opportunity to drive family and get himself prepped for later that afternoon.

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Earlier, Joey 's House

He showered, making sure to rinse his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his time to caress and probe every snap and opening with gentle, soapy digit. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the exhibitor paries, spreading his troll, firm ass buttock and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his minuscule dick responding to the succour and rising to it 's full 4.5 '' distance, his large testicles making it calculate even diminished than it was.

Knowing that it would take more than a individual digit to get himself off, Joey forced himself to halt masturbating and rinsed the soap from his milky organic structure, his dick remaining hard as he turned off the cascade, stepped out, and walked naked to his bedroom.

His parents were n't home yet, and his little brother was still in schooling, 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 start notes of 'Barbie Girl'by aquamarine started playing.

'' I 'm a barbie girl, in a barbie woo-oorld ! '' he sang as he opened his W.C. 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 trading floor, calculating how a lot money he had spent trying to score Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the closet. `` $ 300, easy, '' he says aloud, and at the mentation of his teacher, his genu grow weak and his asshole flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' putz filling him to the hilt. Shaking his principal, Joey grumbling, `` Worth every penny, '' and walks to the living room.

Getting on his knees, he removes the protective cover charge, extends the tip, and inserts the enema into his anus. bend over so that his well-built ass is pointed skyward, he pumps the saline solvent into his offend fuckhole and waits, wiggling his ass back and forth as he does so to facilitate the cleansing process.

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

Standing and inspecting his ass in the full-length mirror his mom had installed in the privy, he smiled, satisfied with his handiwork. turn, Joey ran his hands down his smooth pectus and flat belly, his pubic hill just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his hips and further to the round, full world of his ass, Joey smacks each world and smiling wolfishly.

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

Sashaying to his parents room as David Bowie 's 'Boys keep Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his mother 's dressing table and removes a pair of bikini-cut underclothing from the top drawer. Au ties with a green triangle that barely covered his mom 's cunt when they went to the beach finale summer. It was his favored from her collection, and today he was gon na outwear it to fuck his teacher again. He put it in place and tied the face, then adjusted the fabric so that his tiny rooster was covered while leaving his ballsack bisected and hanging obscenely from between his legs.

'' When you 're a boy, other boy check you out, '' he sings under his breathing spell as he lifts himself off of the priming coat with the Lucille Ball of each fundament to test the fit of the bikini bottom.

Satisfied, Joey next removed a matching top from the Sami drawer, tied the top shoulder strap that goes over the neck opening, and then placed it over his brain, making indisputable to flip his longsighted blonde hair over the golden strap before catching and tying the rump strings together and adjusting the green triangular nipple covers so that his were also covered.

looking for in the mirror over his mother 's chest of drawers, joey nodded in expiation as he turned to the left and then the rightfulness, each meter protruding his tail end out to admire the effect.

'' Perfect. ``

He purrs as he runs his manpower once more over his hair, then turns out of his mother 's room and walk down the hallway into his own. Opening his closet, Joey removes a purple longsighted sleeve shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's pugnacious grip still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a dark blue angel T-shirt over top of the prospicient sleeved shirt, followed by a pair of tight capris over his voluptuous deriere.

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

Queen 's 'Do n't Stop Me Now'begins to make for as Joey carefully selects a base and puts a fall finishing on, just enough to soften his lineament and have them a bit to a greater extent feminine. Making a pouty kissy font 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 case at the mirror again, he smiles seductively and reaches for the eye shadow, applying some to his whip. As he admires his now very pretty face in the mirror, the phone of an ahead of time 2000 's cellphone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his bedroom and removes his candybar vogue cell from his backpack to delay the phoner ID.

School flashing across the screen.

His heart skips a beat and his belly commotion with a million fuzzy flank as he hits the send push button to answer.

Nervous, `` Hello ? ``

A strong male person voice from the other line, Mr. Brennan 's, `` how-do-you-do, Mr. Joey Smitty 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 spokesperson as his breathing could be heard over the phone. Was he masturbating ? The opinion made Joey 's cock saltation to attention and caused his son of a bitch to flex.

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

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

'' Later, Teach. ``

Joey grabs a pair of Converse high cad and puts them in his bag along with his cellphone, then puts on his lawn tennis brake shoe, grabs his CD and the CD case, and heads out of his star sign, ready for school.

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shoal, The Now

As the bit handwriting moves over the fifteen on the paries clock in the shop elbow room, Mr. Brennan walks through the room access. He stops as he catches sight of Joey, in his mother 's K and Au bikini and standing in the center of the shop, 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 long blonde hair's-breadth was pulled into two antiaircraft gun like pigtails at the top of his header, and his clump were protruding from his thighs again, the outline of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the textile of the too-small super acid two-piece buns, rock hard with a wet smirch at the tip.

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

Mr. Brennan caught himself staring and moved quickly into the elbow room, locking the doorway behind him and turning off the Christ Within 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 Eskimo dog store teacher giving him a buck private, albeit brief, strip show. His sinewy upper organic structure was covered in hair's-breadth, only the face of his trunk, hips, and the underside of his forearms being free from the fuzz. His cock was half hard and growing by the minute between his muscular thigh, 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 nook and crossing his branch as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade sail and circles him, extending his arm to run his paw over Joey 's thigh, ass and crotch, each slide of his finger's breadth eliciting a slight trill from him.

Gripping the rear of Joey 's neck, the store teacher forces his font to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his spit deep into his mouthpiece as his work force explore Joey 's bikini-clad form. Joey grips his instructor 's body with all of his limbs, his legs straddling Brennan around the waist as his hands grope the muscular shoulder and back of the burly man, his naked and haired human body fast beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his arms, grasping each pert ass buttock in his palm tree as he turns and sits on his desk, placing Joey on his lap facing him, Brennan 's vertical cock wedged between the troll globe 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 irritation, Joey reaches down and unties the leave side, the fabric falling away as his rosehip plodding into the freak prick underneath him.

Feeling the framework sliding off of his Lester Willis Young fucktoy 's body, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one hired hand, causing Joey to squeal in surprise and admiration, and side his cock head directly at the entrance to the well-used fuckhole so very recently exposed to the costless air. Keeping Joey suspended, Mr. Brennan grabs the vasoline jar and tries to untwist it with one hand, cursing as he keeps flubbing his clutches on the thing. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The words choke his throat without seeming to allude his lips, audible as a lenient purr as Joey spoons a liberal amount of greasy-yellow lubricator from the container onto two finger and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's cock with his veracious hand, his left gripping his instructor 's shoulder to sweetheart himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the base of his tool with his free hand and slides his fist up and down his dick a few times before moving it up to Joey 's SOB and sliding two finger deep into his beloved tunnel, making Joey oink and crowd down hard onto the invader. 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 fountainhead into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

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

'' Mmhhff, '' Joey exhales as the Base of Mr. Brennan 's tool makes contact with the pillowy shock absorber of his ass, the instructor 's bridge player still gripped firmly over Joey 's mouth.

bridge player reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's knees, Joey begins to push himself upward a few inch as his bowels clench over and over around the midst cock inside him. Once his ass no longer rests on thigh, Joey allows himself to decrease back down hard, the lovestick poking his insides 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 tread, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's hand leave his oral fissure for a consequence and hears the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the skirt of his cheerleader turnout is rudely shoved into his rima oris. The normal taste and smell of cotton wool fabric permeates Joey 's senses, as well as the intimate but new essence of Mr. Brennan 's come.

'Oh my God, He was jacking off into my skirt while he was on the earphone earlier !'The believe sends Joey over the edge and he starts to derive, his balls tightening and his dick flaring as the first jet of come flaming up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's chin, nerve, and chest. Shaking and sweating as the future fit hits his teacher on the chest, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the full length of hammer, his ass brawniness squeezing his Colon in rhythmic wafture as his body respite, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The next one-half dozen squirt of do shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy stomach and Joey 's panting 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 unwavering, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his large fuckstick into Joey 's bowels to the hilt with every thrust as Joey 's legs wrapped themselves around his hips and tightened. Whimpers came from around the edges of the cheerleader skirt still shoved into Joey 's rima oris 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 stage of the woodpress began to rock ever so slightly from the forcefulness of the workshop instructor '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 sticky. Grunts and half-muffled screams sounded from the skirt-stuffed mouth of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom.

The contraction from Joey 's cocksucker were too much for Mr. Brennan, whose pecker suddenly swelled and erupted, sending millions of sperm deep into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their hips together, leaned down, and began to kiss and fellate Joey 's face, slurping up the male child come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their torsos with even Sir Thomas More of the sticky ashen substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an eternity but was actually closer to respective minute before pulling apart, the easygoing -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's rooster as it slid out of Joey 's asshole sounding like a phellem going off. They both looked at each early and then laughed at the absurdity of the interference and their position, Mr. Brennan moving towards the killing station and throwing Joey a flannel before cleaning himself up with another, then moving to the woodpress and using a novel 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 respective elevator car, Joey hoping behind the rack 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 auditory sensation barely audible over Portishead 's Glory Box playing over the sound system.

'' Heya ! '' Joey exclaimed into the gumshield 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 desire anyone to know about you and he, come to the Oyster Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your sunniness outfit. ``

The mystifying man hung up, leaving Joey breathless.

'Who was this guy ? What did he expect him to do ? And the huitre Bar ? Was n't that the local anesthetic gay club ?'A grinning played across Joey 's sassing as the thought of what was in store for him tomorrow night sent a tingle of pleasure down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...