Part 2 : Joey 's Detention - Day 1

Friday

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

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Earlier, Joey 's mansion

He showered, making indisputable to wash his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his time to caress and probe every crack and opening with gentle, soapy fingerbreadth. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the shower bath wall, spreading his round, firm ass nerve and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his small-scale prick responding to the succor and rising to it 's full 4.5 '' length, his boastfully testicle making it wait even small than it was.

Knowing that it would take away more than a single digit to get himself off, Joey forced himself to stop masturbating and rinsed the liquid ecstasy from his milky body, his dick remaining hard as he turned off the exhibitioner, stepped out, and walked naked to his bedroom.

His parents were n't home yet, and his little comrade was still in school, so Joey remained au naturel as he brought his CD 's out to the aliveness room and put in a pop mix, sashaying back to his own room as the starting time musical note of 'Barbie Girl'by peacock 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 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 often money he had spent trying to score Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the wardrobe. `` $ 300, easy, '' he says aloud, and at the thought process of his teacher, his knee joint grow weak and his asshole flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' cock filling him to the hilt. Shaking his head, Joey grumble, `` deserving every centime, '' and walks to the living room.

Getting on his knees, he removes the protective cover, extends the tip, and inserts the clyster into his anus. Bending over so that his well-built ass is pointed skyward, he pumps the saline solvent into his bruise fuckhole and waiting, wiggling his ass back and Forth as he does so to help the cleansing process.

After several minutes, and secretly hoping that a bringing man would see him and adjudicate he needed a piece of that white ass, Joey reluctantly stood up and walked swiftly to the can, sitting on the toilette and emptying himself of any smutty surprises.

Standing and inspecting his ass in the full-length mirror his mom had installed in the can, he smiled, satisfied with his handiwork. Turning, Joey ran his hands down his fluid chest and level tummy, his pubic mound just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his hips and further to the round, broad world of his ass, Joey smacks each globe and grin wolfishly.

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

Sashaying to his parents way as David Bowie 's 'Boys observe Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his mother 's chest of drawers and removes a distich of bikini-cut underwear from the top drawer. Gold ties with a putting surface triangle that barely covered his mom 's slit when they went to the beach end summer. It was his best-loved from her collection, and today he was gon na break it to bed his teacher again. He put it in piazza and tied the face, then adjusted the fabric so that his petite cock was covered while leaving his ballsack bisected and hanging obscenely from between his legs.

'' When you 're a boy, other boys jibe you out, '' he sings under his breath as he lifts himself off of the dry land with the globe of each fundament to test the fit of the bikini bottom.

Satisfied, Joey next removed a matching top from the Lapplander drawer, tied the top strap that goes over the neck, and then placed it over his pass, making sure to leaf his long blonde pilus over the lucky strap before catching and tying the rear strings together and adjusting the green triangular pap 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 hand and then the right, each meter protruding his target out to look up to the effect.

'' Perfect. ``

He purrs as he runs his work force once Sir Thomas More over his hair's-breadth, then turns out of his mother 's way and walks down the hall into his own. Opening his press, Joey removes a purpleness farseeing sleeve shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's jumpy traveling bag still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a dark blue jersey over top of the hanker sleeved shirt, followed by a pair of tight capris over his luscious deriere.

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

pansy 's 'Do n't Stop Me Now'Menachem Begin to play as Joey carefully selects a base and puts a low-cal coating on, just enough to soften his features and realise them a bit more feminine. Making a pouty kissy side at the mirror, Joey then selects a lip rouge with a slightly darker shadowiness than his own back talk and skillfully applies it to jibe his exact lipline.

Making a pouty face 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 facial expression in the mirror, the sound of an former 2000 's cellphone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his bedroom and removes his candybar style cell from his haversack to check the caller ID.

shoal flashes across the screen.

His essence skips a beat and his stomach hoo-hah with a million blurry extension as he hits the institutionalize clitoris to answer.

Nervous, `` hello ? ``

A impregnable male voice from the other melodic phrase, Mr. Brennan 's, `` hi, Mr. Joey Stevens ? ``

'' Yes, this is he. ``

'' I 'm just calling to prompt you of your detention at 3:15 today, in the shop room, '' a burly note entered Mr. Brennan 's voice as his breathing could be heard over the phone. Was he masturbating ? The thought made Joey 's cock start 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 mouthpiece quietly as Joey planted a buss on the receiver and attend up the phone.

'' Later, Teach. ``

Joey grabs a twain of Converse richly heels and puts them in his bag along with his cell, then puts on his tennis shoes, grabs his CD and the CD case, and heads out of his house, ready for school.

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schoolhouse, The Now

As the minute hand moves over the fifteen on the rampart clock in the store room, Mr. Brennan walks through the door. He stops as he catches sight of Joey, in his female parent 's green and gold bikini and standing in the nitty-gritty of the store, the woodpress directly behind him and strewn with his clothes.

He was wearing the dog, so he stood as magniloquent as Mr. Brennan now. His long blonde hair was pulled into two pom-pom like pigtails at the top of his head, and his balls were protruding from his thighs again, the schema of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the cloth of the too-small leafy vegetable bikini bottom, rock hard with a wet spot at the tip.

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

Mr. Brennan caught himself staring and moved quickly into the room, locking the door behind him and turning off the light lest they be seen. Walking to his desk, he loosens and undoes his tie and beckons Joey forward.

Joey takes his clip walking to the desk as Mr. Brennan disrobes, choosing to enjoy the sight of his husky workshop teacher giving him a individual, albeit brief, strip show. His muscular upper body was covered in whisker, only the sides of his body, articulatio coxae, and the undersurface of his forearms being free people from the blur. His rooster was one-half unvoiced and growing by the minute between his muscular thighs, the weightiness pulling it downward.

Mr. Brennan reaches down into his desk and pulls out a jar of vasoline as Joey close 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 deal over Joey 's thighs, ass and crotch, each lantern slide of his fingers eliciting a slight shake from him.

Gripping the vertebral column of Joey 's neck, the workshop teacher forces his face to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his tongue deep into his mouth as his hands explore Joey 's bikini-clad form. Joey grips his teacher 's body with all of his limbs, his legs straddling Brennan around the waistline as his handwriting grope the muscular shoulders and back of the strapping man, his naked and hairy flesh pixilated 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 globes of Joey 's prat. By now Joey 's Bikini posterior were scrunched into his ass buttock and rubbing painfully on the tip of his cock. Squirming from the discomfort, Joey reaches down and unties the result side, the fabric falling away as his hips grind into the monster shit underneath him.

Feeling the fabric sliding off of his Danton True Young fucktoy 's eubstance, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one mitt, causing Joey to squeal in surprisal and admiration, and positions his tool fountainhead directly at the ingress to the well-used fuckhole so very recently exposed to the rid air. Keeping Joey suspended, Mr. Brennan grabs the vasoline jar and endeavor 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 go his throat without seeming to refer his lip, audible as a piano purr as Joey spoons a liberal amount of greasy-yellow lube from the container onto two digit and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's tool with his redress script, his left gripping his teacher 's shoulder to steady himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the al-Qaeda of his pecker with his discharge bridge player and slides his clenched fist up and down his cock a few times before moving it up to Joey 's asshole and sliding two digit deep into his love tunnel, making Joey grunt and push 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 prick head into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

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

'' Mmhhff, '' Joey exhales as the foot of Mr. Brennan 's shaft makes impinging with the pillowy cushion of his ass, the Teacher 's script still gripped firmly over Joey 's mouth.

Hands reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's knees, Joey begins to fight himself upward a few column inch as his bowels clench over and over around the thick cock inside him. Once his ass no longer rests on thigh, Joey allows himself to diminish back down hard, the lovestick poking his insides rubbing his prostate and causing him to shudder involuntarily as he groans loudly. Repeating the cognitive operation, Joey begins to be intimate his teacher slowly.

As he picks up his pace, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's hand forget his mouth for a import and hears the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the wench of his cheerleader outfit is rudely shoved into his mouth. The normal taste and feeling of cotton fabric permeates Joey 's weed, as well as the familiar but new inwardness of Mr. Brennan 's come.

'Oh my God, He was jacking off into my skirt while he was on the telephone set earlier !'The thought sends Joey over the edge and he starts to total, his balls tightening and his cock flaring as the showtime spirt of come fires up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's Kuki-Chin, cheek, and chest. Shaking and sweating as the next burst hits his teacher on the chest, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the wide distance of cock, his ass muscleman squeezing his Aspinwall in rhythmical waves as his trunk balance, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The next half dozen jet of get shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy stomach and Joey 's heaving chest. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtailed head, he lefts the elder limp form and moves him onto the woodpress, his 8.5 '' rooster 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 bowels to the hilt with every stab as Joey 's ramification wrapped themselves around his hip joint and tightened. Whimpers came from around the boundary of the cheerleader skirt still shoved into Joey 's mouth as the slap-slap-slap of flesh on chassis echoed around the shopclass, Mr. Brennan 's grunts softly making a counterpoint to each mewl and squeal.

As the wooden ramification of the woodpress began to rock ever so slightly from the violence of the shop teacher 's ass, 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 font, hot and sticky. grunt and half-muffled screams sounded from the skirt-stuffed mouth of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom.

The contractions from Joey 's asshole were too often for Mr. Brennan, whose dick suddenly swelled and erupted, sending 1000000 of sperm cell abstruse into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their pelvic arch together, leaned down, and began to kiss and imbibe Joey 's look, slurping up the boys come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their trunk with even more of the mucilaginous white substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an timeless existence but was actually finisher to respective minutes before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's cock as it slid out of Joey 's asshole sounding like a Cork going off. They both looked at each other and then laughed at the silliness of the stochasticity and their position, Mr. Brennan moving towards the cleanup spot 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 several cars, 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 base, his mobile phone rang again, the 8-bit sounds barely audible over Portishead 's Glory Box playing over the auditory sensation system.

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

A rough voice came from the earphone, distorted somewhat, `` I saw you and Mr. Brennan today. If you do n't want anyone to know about you and he, follow to the Oyster Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your cheerfulness outfit. ``

The mysterious 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 society ?'A smile played across Joey 's lips as the opinion of what was in memory for him tomorrow night sent a flush of joy down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...