region 2 : Joey 's hold - Day 1

Friday

The 3 o'clock bell rang as Joey waited anxiously in the shop class schoolroom for Mr. Brennan to appear for Joey 's fist detention. As a senior, Joey was dismissed everyday at 11 am on a workstudy curriculum. He had taken that chance to drive 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 time to caress and dig into every crack and opening with gentle, soapy fingers. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the exhibitor paries, spreading his round, house ass cheek and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his small dick responding to the relief and rising to it 's to the full 4.5 '' duration, his magnanimous testicles making it seem even little than it was.

Knowing that it would take Sir Thomas More than a single finger to get himself off, Joey forced himself to stop masturbating and rinsed the soap from his milky consistence, his cock 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 buddy was still in schoolhouse, so Joey remained naked as he brought his CD 's out to the bread and butter way and put in a pop mix, sashaying back to his own way as the first notes of 'Barbie Girl'by Aqua started playing.

'' I 'm a barbie girl, in a barbie woo-oorld ! '' he sang as he opened his wardrobe 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 much money he had spent trying to seduce Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the closet. `` $ 300, easy, '' he says aloud, and at the opinion of his teacher, his knees grow feeble and his asshole flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' cock filling him to the hilt. Shaking his head, Joey mutters, `` Worth every penny, '' and walks to the animation room.

Getting on his 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 solution into his spite fuckhole and waits, wiggling his ass back and forth as he does so to facilitate the cleansing process.

After various minutes, and secretly hoping that a delivery man would see him and resolve he needed a opus of that white-hot 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 can, he smiled, satisfied with his handiwork. Turning, Joey ran his hands down his smooth chest of drawers and categorical stomach, his pubic mound just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his hips and further to the round, full ball of his ass, Joey smacks each globe and grins wolfishly.

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

Sashaying to his parents room as Saint David Bowie 's 'Boys keep Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his mother 's dresser and removes a pair of bikini-cut underclothing from the top drawer. gold ties with a green triangle that barely covered his mom 's pussy when they went to the beach end summertime. It was his favorite from her compendium, and today he was gon na wear it to fuck his instructor again. He put it in piazza and tied the sides, then adjusted the textile so that his tiny cock was covered while leaving his ballsack bisected and hanging obscenely from between his legs.

'' When you 're a boy, former boy check you out, '' he sings under his breathing time as he lifts himself off of the primer with the chunk of each foot to try out the fit of the bikini bottom.

Satisfied, Joey next removed a matching top from the same drawer, tied the top shoulder strap that goes over the cervix, and then placed it over his heading, making sure to flip his retentive blond hair over the fortunate shoulder strap before catching and tying the rear drawing string together and adjusting the gullible three-sided pap covers so that his were also covered.

looking for in the mirror over his mother 's dresser, joey nodded in satisfaction as he turned to the left and then the rightfulness, each time protruding his hindquarters out to admire the effect.

'' perfective. ``

He purrs as he runs his hands once more over his fuzz, then turns out of his mother 's room and take the air down the hallway into his own. Opening his water closet, Joey removes a purple long sleeve shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's rough hairgrip still seeable on his biceps. He then pulls on a night blue T-shirt over top of the yearn sleeved shirt, followed by a pair of tight capris over his voluptuous deriere.

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

poof 's 'Do n't finish Me Now'begins to playact as Joey carefully selects a base and puts a light coating on, just enough to soften his feature film and make them a bit Thomas 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 gibe his claim lipline.

Making a pouty face 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 strait of an ahead of time 2000 's cellphone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his bedroom and removes his candybar expressive style cell from his haversack to check the caller ID.

School flash lamp across the screen.

His nitty-gritty skips a beat and his stomach flap with a million bleary fender as he hits the send off button to answer.

Nervous, `` Hello ? ``

A strong Male voice from the early line, Mr. Brennan 's, `` Hello, 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 beefy bank bill entered Mr. Brennan 's representative as his breathing could be heard over the phone. Was he masturbating ? The opinion made Joey 's cock jump to attention and caused his arse to flex.

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

Mr. Brennan 's breather quickened as Joey said sir, and soon he was grunting into the embouchure quietly as Joey planted a kiss on the liquidator and hung up the phone.

'' Later, Teach. ``

Joey grabs a couple of Converse high dog and puts them in his bag along with his cellphone, then puts on his tennis brake shoe, grabs his CD and the CD shell, and heads out of his family, ready for school.

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School, The Now

As the minute hand move over the fifteen on the paries clock in the shop room, Mr. Brennan walks through the door. He stops as he catches sight of Joey, in his mother 's special K and amber two-piece and standing in the centerfield of the shop, the woodpress directly behind him and strewn with his clothes.

He was wearing the cad, so he stood as magniloquent as Mr. Brennan now. His long blonde hair was pulled into two ack-ack like pigtails at the top of his head, and his clod were protruding from his thighs again, the scheme of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the fabric of the too-small green bikini bottom, rock 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 room, 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 savor the sight of his husky shop instructor giving him a buck private, albeit brief, strip show. His brawny pep pill organic structure was covered in hairsbreadth, only the sides of his torso, hip joint, and the undersurface of his forearms being free from the bull. His cock was one-half hard and growing by the instant between his muscular thighs, the free weight pulling it downward.

Mr. Brennan reaches down into his desk and pulls out a jar of vasoline as Joey polish walking up to the desk, sliding his ass onto the box and crossing his legs as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade tabloid and circles him, extending his arm to run his handwriting over Joey 's second joint, ass and genital organ, each sliding board of his fingerbreadth eliciting a slight shake from him.

Gripping the spine of Joey 's neck opening, the store instructor forces his face to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his spit deep into his oral cavity as his work force explore Joey 's bikini-clad form. Joey grips his teacher 's trunk with all of his limbs, his peg straddling Brennan around the waist as his hands grope the muscular shoulder and back of the burly man, his naked and hairy bod tight beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his branch, 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 vertical rooster wedged between the round of drinks orb of Joey 's back tooth. By now Joey 's two-piece bottoms were scrunched into his ass impertinence and rubbing painfully on the tip of his shaft. Squirming from the discomfort, Joey reaches down and unties the left side, the fabric falling away as his rose hip grind into the monster prick underneath him.

Feeling the fabric sliding off of his young fucktoy 's body, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one script, causing Joey to squeal in surprise and admiration, and posture his prick point directly at the incoming 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 manus, 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 die his pharynx without seeming to touch his lips, audible as a easygoing purr as Joey spoons a free amount of greasy-yellow lube from the container onto two figure and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's dick with his right hand, his left gripping his teacher 's shoulder joint to steadfast himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the base of his peter with his detached bridge player and slides his clenched fist up and down his shaft a few times before moving it up to Joey 's arsehole and sliding two finger's breadth deep into his love tunnel, making Joey grunt and crowd down hard onto the invaders. 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 peter head into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

'' Oohh, FUCK ! '' screams Joey, causing Mr. Brennan to slap his manus hard across his mouth, the strait of it reverberating around the shop room as Joey 's now tense body slowly slips down Mr. Brennan 's fuckstick inch by magnificent inch.

'' Mmhhff, '' Joey exhales as the substructure of Mr. Brennan 's hammer makes contact with the pillowy cushions of his ass, the Teacher 's hired 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 inch as his bowels grip over and over around the thick cock 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 shudder involuntarily as he groans loudly. Repeating the process, Joey begins to have it off his teacher slowly.

As he picks up his pace, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's hand leave his back talk for a second and hears the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the annulus of his cheerleader rig is rudely shoved into his mouth. The normal taste and scent of cotton wool framework permeates Joey 's senses, 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 come, his balls tightening and his cock flaring as the first spurt of seminal fluid fervency up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's chin, impertinence, and thorax. Shaking and sweating as the next outburst hits his teacher on the pectus, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the full length of cock, his ass muscles squeezing his colon in rhythmical waves as his body rests, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The next one-half dozen spurts of get shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy stomach and Joey 's heaving chest. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtail heading, he lefts the seniors limp word form and moves him onto the woodpress, his 8.5 '' peter wedged firmly in Joey 's still flexing asshole.

Satisfied that his fuckboi is steady, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his big fuckstick into Joey 's gut to the hilt with every stab as Joey 's leg wrapped themselves around his hip joint and tightened. whine came from around the edge of the cheerleader skirt still shoved into Joey 's mouth as the slap-slap-slap of flesh on pulp 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 workshop teacher 's fucking, 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. oink and half-muffled screeching sounded from the skirt-stuffed mouth of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom.

The contractions from Joey 's son of a bitch were too lots for Mr. Brennan, whose dick suddenly swelled and erupted, sending million of sperm cell late into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their rosehip together, leaned down, and began to kiss and soak up Joey 's look, slurping up the boys come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their torsos with even more of the sticky white substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an timeless existence but was actually closer to various minutes before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's dick as it slid out of Joey 's SOB sounding like a phellem going off. They both looked at each other and then laughed at the fatuousness of the dissonance and their military position, Mr. Brennan moving towards the cleaning place and throwing Joey a washrag before cleaning himself up with another, then moving to the woodpress and using a freshly handtowel to pass over it down.

acquiring dressed, Mr. Brennan handed Joey his cheerleader uniform and escorted him out of the building and to their respective railroad 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 home, his cell rang again, the 8-bit sound barely audible over Portishead 's Glory Box playing over the strait 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 need anyone to know about you and he, hail to the huitre Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your cheer turnout. ``

The mysterious man hung up, leaving Joey breathless.

'Who was this guy ? What did he anticipate him to do ? And the Oyster Bar ? Was n't that the local anesthetic gay club ?'A smile played across Joey 's lips as the view of what was in store for him tomorrow night sent a thrill of pleasance down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...