region 2 : Joey 's Detention - Day 1

Friday

The 3 o'clock gong rang as Joey waited anxiously in the workshop classroom for Mr. Brennan to seem for Joey 's fist detention. As a senior, Joey was dismissed everyday at 11 am on a workstudy course of study. He had taken that opportunity to force domicile and get himself prepped for later that afternoon.

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Earlier, Joey 's sign of the zodiac

He showered, making sure to lave his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his prison term to caress and poke into every offer and opening with gentle, soapy digit. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the shower wall, spreading his troll, firm ass cheeks and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his modest dick responding to the ministrations and rising to it 's full 4.5 '' length, his boastfully ball making it look even smaller than it was.

Knowing that it would withdraw more than a single figure to get himself off, Joey forced himself to stop over masturbating and rinsed the soap from his milky physical structure, his dick 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 crony was still in school, so Joey remained bare as he brought his CD 's out to the animation room and put in a pop mix, sashaying back to his own room as the start annotation of 'Barbie young woman'by peacock blue started playing.

'' I 'm a barbie missy, 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 much money he had spent trying to seduce Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the closet. `` $ 300, easy, '' he says aloud, and at the idea of his instructor, his stifle grow weak and his asshole flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' dick filling him to the hilt. Shaking his head, Joey mutters, `` Worth every penny, '' and walks to the bread and butter room.

Getting on his knee, he removes the protective covering, 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 solution into his wound 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 speech man would see him and decide 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 dresser and categoric tum, his pubic agglomerate just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his pelvic girdle and further to the round, to the full earth of his ass, Joey smacks each globe and grin wolfishly.

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

Sashaying to his parents way as Saint David Bowie 's 'Boys maintain Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his female parent 's dresser and removes a span of bikini-cut underwear from the top draftsman. Gold ties with a unripe triangle that barely covered his mom 's kitty-cat when they went to the beach concluding summertime. It was his favorite from her accumulation, and today he was gon na weary it to be intimate his teacher again. He put it in place and tied the position, 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, other boy jibe you out, '' he sings under his breath as he lifts himself off of the ground with the ball of each understructure to test the fit of the bikini bottom.

Satisfied, Joey next removed a matching top from the like drawer, tied the top shoulder strap that goes over the neck, and then placed it over his question, making trusted to tack his prospicient blonde hair over the favourable strap before catching and tying the rear drawing string together and adjusting the William Green three-sided mammilla covers so that his were also covered.

looking at in the mirror over his female parent 's toilet table, joey nodded in satisfaction as he turned to the left and then the right, each time protruding his butt out to look up to the effect.

'' perfect. ``

He purrs as he runs his hands once Sir Thomas More over his hair, then turns out of his mother 's way and walks down the hall into his own. Opening his W.C., Joey removes a purple foresightful sleeve shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's rough suitcase still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a dour blue jersey over top of the long sleeved shirt, followed by a pair of tight capris over his epicurean deriere.

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

pouf 's 'Do n't Stop Me Now'begins to play as Joey carefully selects a base and puts a light coating on, just enough to moderate his features and give them a bit more feminine. Making a pouty kissy cheek at the mirror, Joey then selects a lipstick with a slightly darker tint than his own lips and skillfully applies it to equalise his demand lipline.

Making a pouty human face at the mirror again, he smiles seductively and reaches for the eye shadow, applying some to his whiplash. As he admires his now very pretty face in the mirror, the auditory sensation of an early 2000 's cellular phone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his bedroom and removes his candybar style cell from his packsack to mark off the caller ID.

School flashgun across the screen.

His sum skips a beat and his belly flutters with a million foggy annex as he hits the transmit button to answer.

Nervous, `` hi ? ``

A strong male voice from the other line of reasoning, Mr. Brennan 's, `` hullo, 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 room, '' a husky note entered Mr. Brennan 's voice as his respiration could be heard over the telephone. Was he masturbating ? The thought made Joey 's cock jump to tending and caused his arsehole to flex.

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

Mr. Brennan 's breathing spell 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, Edward Thatch. ``

Joey grabs a dyad of Converse high heels and puts them in his bag along with his cellphone, then puts on his tennis shoes, grab his CD and the CD display case, and heads out of his house, set for school.

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schooltime, The Now

As the minute hired man move over the fifteen on the paries clock in the workshop room, Mr. Brennan walks through the room access. He stops as he catches lot of Joey, in his mother 's leafy vegetable and gold bikini and standing in the centre of attention of the shop class, 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 was pulled into two antiaircraft gun 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 fabric of the too-small unripened bikini can, shake hard with a wet spot at the tip.

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

Mr. Brennan caught himself staring and moved quickly into the elbow 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 time walking to the desk as Mr. Brennan disrobes, choosing to relish the sight of his husky shop teacher giving him a private, albeit brief, strip show. His muscular upper body was covered in hair, only the sides of his torso, coxa, and the undersides of his forearms being liberal from the tomentum. His cock was one-half difficult and growing by the minute between his hefty thighs, the free 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 quoin and crossing his peg as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade sheets and band him, extending his arm to run his bridge player over Joey 's thighs, ass and crotch, each slide of his fingers eliciting a cold-shoulder milk shake from him.

Gripping the back of Joey 's neck, the workshop teacher forces his face to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his tongue trench into his mouth as his hands explore Joey 's bikini-clad form. Joey grips his teacher 's body with all of his arm, his legs straddling Brennan around the shank as his script grope the muscular shoulders and back of the husky man, his au naturel and haired flesh tight beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his subdivision, 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 put up cock wedged between the troll earth of Joey 's posterior. By now Joey 's bikini buns were scrunched into his ass cheeks and rubbing painfully on the tip of his prick. Squirming from the uncomfortableness, Joey reaches down and unties the left English, the material falling away as his hip joint grind into the monster prick underneath him.

Feeling the fabric sliding off of his Edward Young fucktoy 's body, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one bridge player, causing Joey to confess in surprisal and admiration, and positions his tool top dog directly at the entryway 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 helping 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 news exit his throat without seeming to extend to his lips, audible as a soft purr as Joey spoons a bounteous sum of greasy-yellow lube from the container onto two finger and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's dick with his decent manus, his left gripping his teacher 's shoulder joint to unfluctuating himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the base of his prick with his liberate manus and slides his fist up and down his cock a few times before moving it up to Joey 's bunghole and sliding two fingers deep into his sexual love burrow, making Joey grunt and push down hard onto the invader. Satisfied that he was properly prepped for the good afternoon 's fun, he lowers Joey back onto his lap while simultaneously repositioning and inserting his prick head into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

'' Oohh, FUCK ! '' screams Joey, causing Mr. Brennan to slap his bridge player hard across his sassing, the audio of it reverberating around the store room as Joey 's now tense body slowly slips down Mr. Brennan 's fuckstick inch by glorious inch.

'' Mmhhff, '' Joey exhales as the groundwork of Mr. Brennan 's cock makes liaison with the pillowy shock of his ass, the instructor 's hired man still gripped firmly over Joey 's mouth.

handwriting reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's knees, Joey begins to advertise himself upward a few inch as his bowels clench over and over around the thick prick inside him. Once his ass no longer rests on thigh, Joey allows himself to strike back down hard, the lovestick poking his inside rubbing his prostate and causing him to shudder involuntarily as he groans loudly. Repeating the mental process, Joey begins to fuck his instructor slowly.

As he picks up his pace, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's script leave his sass for a mo and hears the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the skirt of his cheerleader outfit is rudely shoved into his lip. The convention mouthful and olfactory sensation of cotton wool fabric permeates Joey 's dope, as well as the familiar 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 thought sends Joey over the border and he starts to fall, his balls tightening and his shaft flaring as the first gear spurt of come fires up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's Kuki, impertinence, and chest. Shaking and sweating as the next salvo hits his instructor on the chest of drawers, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the wide distance of turncock, his ass musculus squeezing his colon in rhythmic waves as his body rests, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The side by side half twelve spurts of come shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy abdomen and Joey 's heaving chest. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtail mind, 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 stabilise, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his large fuckstick into Joey 's bowel to the hilt with every thrust as Joey 's leg wrapped themselves around his hips and tightened. Whimpers came from around the boundary of the cheerleader skirt still shoved into Joey 's backtalk as the slap-slap-slap of human body on flesh 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 shake ever so slightly from the forcefulness of the shop teacher 's piece of tail, Joey 's toes curled and his back arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to shore on his own face, hot and steamy. Grunts and half-muffled screams sounded from the skirt-stuffed back talk of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom.

The contractions from Joey 's asshole were too practically for Mr. Brennan, whose dick suddenly swelled and erupted, sending one thousand thousand of sperm oceanic abyss into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their rosehip together, leaned down, and began to buss and suck Joey 's expression, slurping up the boy come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their torsos with even to a greater extent of the sticky white substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an eternity but was actually snug to various arcminute before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's cock as it slid out of Joey 's motherfucker sounding like a bottle cork going off. They both looked at each other and then laughed at the absurdity of the interference and their position, Mr. Brennan moving towards the cleanup station and throwing Joey a face cloth before cleaning himself up with another, then moving to the woodpress and using a fresh handtowel to wipe it down.

acquiring dressed, Mr. Brennan handed Joey his cheerleader uniform and escorted him out of the building and to their several elevator car, 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 abode, his mobile phone rang again, the 8-bit sound barely audible over Portishead 's gloriole Box playing over the sound system.

'' Heya ! '' Joey exclaimed into the mouthpiece 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 want anyone to know about you and he, come to the huitre Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your sunshine 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 order ?'A smile played across Joey 's back talk as the thought of what was in shop for him tomorrow Night sent a thrill of pleasure down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...