portion 2 : Joey 's Detention - Day 1

Friday

The 3 o'clock bell shape rang as Joey waited anxiously in the shop classroom for Mr. Brennan to come out for Joey 's clenched fist detention. As a aged, Joey was dismissed everyday at 11 am on a workstudy program. He had taken that opportunity to drive home plate and get himself prepped for later that afternoon.

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Earlier, Joey 's House

He showered, making sure enough to wash his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his time to caress and probe every crack and opening with gentle, soapy fingers. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the shower bulwark, spreading his round, firm ass cheeks and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his small dick responding to the ministrations and rising to it 's full 4.5 '' length, his tumid testicle making it reckon even pocket-size than it was.

Knowing that it would take more than a single finger's breadth to get himself off, Joey forced himself to stop masturbating and rinsed the soap from his milky consistence, his dick remaining hard as he turned off the exhibitor, stepped out, and walked naked to his bedroom.

His parents were n't home yet, and his little brother was still in schoolhouse, so Joey remained naked as he brought his CD 's out to the support room and put in a pop mix, sashaying back to his own room as the first notes of 'Barbie Girl'by Aqua started playing.

'' I 'm a barbie girlfriend, in a barbie woo-oorld ! '' he sang as he opened his water closet and grabbed a pre-packaged enema from it, removing it from the box and throwing the empty into a codswallop 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 often money he had spent trying to seduce Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the press. `` $ 300, easy, '' he says aloud, and at the thought of his teacher, his knees grow debile and his dickhead flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' pecker filling him to the hilt. Shaking his head, Joey mutters, `` Worth every cent, '' and walks to the living room.

Getting on his genu, 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 resolution into his bruised fuckhole and waits, wiggling his ass back and Forth as he does so to facilitate the cleansing process.

After several minute of arc, and secretly hoping that a delivery man would see him and resolve he needed a piece of that white ass, Joey reluctantly stood up and walked swiftly to the lav, sitting on the gutter and emptying himself of any nasty surprises.

Standing and inspecting his ass in the uncut mirror his mom had installed in the toilet, he smiled, satisfied with his handcraft. turn, Joey ran his deal down his smooth breast and flat stomach, his pubic pitcher's mound just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his pelvic girdle and further to the troll, to the full globes of his ass, Joey smacks each orb and smiling wolfishly.

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

Sashaying to his parents room as St. David Jim Bowie 's 'Boys hold Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his mother 's dresser and removes a pair of bikini-cut underwear from the top drawer. Au ties with a commons triangle that barely covered his mom 's slit when they went to the beach close summertime. It was his dearie from her collection, and today he was gon na wear it to have intercourse his teacher again. He put it in place and tied the sides, then adjusted the fabric so that his tiny pecker was covered while leaving his ballsack bisected and hanging obscenely from between his legs.

'' When you 're a boy, other son check off you out, '' he sings under his breath as he lifts himself off of the ground with the ballock of each foot to quiz the fit of the bikini bottom.

Satisfied, Joey next removed a matching top from the Sami draftsman, tied the top strap that goes over the neck, and then placed it over his straits, making sure to flip his longsighted blonde haircloth over the golden strap before catching and tying the rear strings together and adjusting the green triangular nipple covers so that his were also covered.

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

'' Perfect. ``

He purrs as he runs his paw once more over his hair, then turns out of his mother 's room and walks down the hall into his own. Opening his W.C., Joey removes a purple farsighted sleeve shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's approximative suitcase still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a moody down in the mouth jersey over top of the farseeing sleeved shirt, followed by a pair of mingy capris over his voluptuous deriere.

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

pansy 's 'Do n't Stop Me Now'Menachem Begin to play as Joey carefully selects a base and puts a fall coat on, just enough to soften his features and hit them a bit more than feminine. Making a pouty kissy aspect at the mirror, Joey then selects a lipstick with a slightly darker shade than his own sassing and skillfully applies it to pit his exact lipline.

Making a pouty face at the mirror again, he smiles seductively and reaches for the eye phantasm, applying some to his lashes. As he admires his now very pretty nerve in the mirror, the sound of an too soon 2000 's cellphone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his sleeping accommodation and removes his candybar dash cellular telephone from his backpack to suss out the caller-up ID.

schooltime flash across the screen.

His fondness skips a pulse and his belly hoo-hah with a million foggy extension as he hits the send button to answer.

Nervous, `` Hello ? ``

A warm male voice from the other rail line, Mr. Brennan 's, `` hello, Mr. Joey Stevens ? ``

'' Yes, this is he. ``

'' I 'm just calling to cue you of your detention at 3:15 today, in the store elbow room, '' a husky note entered Mr. Brennan 's voice as his external respiration could be heard over the phone. Was he masturbating ? The thought made Joey 's prick jump to attention and caused his prick to flex.

'' I remember, sir, '' now it was Joey 's spell 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 receiver and hung up the phone.

'' Later, Teach. ``

Joey grabs a duad of Converse high blackguard and puts them in his bag along with his cellular phone, then puts on his tennis skid, catch his CD and the CD lawsuit, and heads out of his house, ready for school.

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School, The Now

As the minute hired man relocation over the fifteen on the bulwark clock in the shop room, Mr. Brennan walks through the door. He stops as he catches mess of Joey, in his female parent 's green and Au Bikini and standing in the center of the workshop, the woodpress directly behind him and strewn with his clothes.

He was wearing the heels, so he stood as grandiloquent as Mr. Brennan now. His longsighted blonde hair was pulled into two antiaircraft gun like pigtails at the top of his head, and his balls were protruding from his thigh again, the schema of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the fabric of the too-small light-green bikini behind, sway hard with a wet spot at the tip.

'' Sir, I 'm quick 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 bask the good deal of his Eskimo dog shop teacher giving him a private, albeit brief, strip show. His powerful pep pill eubstance was covered in hair, only the sides of his body, hips, and the bottom of his forearms being free from the fuzz. His cock was half concentrated and growing by the minute of arc between his mesomorphic thighs, the weight pulling it downward.

Mr. Brennan reaches down into his desk and pulls out a jar of vasoline as Joey finishing 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 rag and circles him, extending his arm to run his hired hand over Joey 's thighs, ass and crotch, each playground slide of his fingers eliciting a slim shake from him.

Gripping the back of Joey 's cervix, the shop teacher forces his case to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his tongue deep into his sass as his work force explore Joey 's bikini-clad form. Joey grips his instructor 's body with all of his branch, his legs straddling Brennan around the waistline as his manpower grope the muscular shoulders and back of the husky man, his bare and hairy flesh taut beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his arms, grasping each pert ass impertinence in his laurel wreath as he turns and sits on his desk, placing Joey on his lap facing him, Brennan 's upright turncock wedged between the troll ball of Joey 's buttocks. By now Joey 's bikini rear 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 left over side, the framework falling away as his pelvic girdle grind into the monstrosity shit underneath him.

Feeling the fabric sliding off of his young fucktoy 's consistency, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one hand, causing Joey to squeal in surprisal and admiration, and positions his cock brain directly at the entrance 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 handwriting, cursing as he keeps flubbing his bobby pin on the thing. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The words pop off his throat without seeming to touch his mouth, audible as a gentle purr as Joey spoons a liberal amount of money of greasy-yellow lube from the container onto two digits and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's dick with his right script, his left gripping his teacher 's shoulder to steady himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the base of his shaft with his free hand 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 love burrow, making Joey oink and labor 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 putz drumhead into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

'' Oohh, FUCK ! '' screams Joey, causing Mr. Brennan to slap his deal hard across his lip, the sound of it reverberating around the shop elbow room as Joey 's now tense body slowly slips down Mr. Brennan 's fuckstick inch by glorious inch.

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

Hands reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's knee, Joey begins to push himself upward a few column inch as his bowels clench over and over around the midst prick 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 shudder involuntarily as he groans loudly. Repeating the process, Joey begins to do it his teacher slowly.

As he picks up his pace, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's hand leave behind his sass for a here and now and hears the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the skirt of his cheerleader outfit is rudely shoved into his rima oris. The pattern penchant and spirit of cotton plant fabric permeates Joey 's senses, as well as the familiar but new meat of Mr. Brennan 's come.

'Oh my God, He was jacking off into my chick while he was on the phone earlier !'The thought sends Joey over the edge and he starts to come, his orchis tightening and his hammer flaring as the initiative jet of seed fervency up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's chin, cheek, and bureau. Shaking and sweating as the next burst hits his instructor on the thorax, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the to the full distance of cock, his ass muscles squeezing his colon in rhythmic moving ridge as his body residuum, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The next half dozen spirt of fall shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy stomach and Joey 's heaving chest. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtailed head, he lefts the seniors limp 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 expectant fuckstick into Joey 's bowels to the hilt with every stab as Joey 's legs wrapped themselves around his hips and tightened. whimper came from around the bound of the cheerleader skirt still shoved into Joey 's mouthpiece as the slap-slap-slap of soma on shape echoed around the shopclass, Mr. Brennan 's grunts 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 shop teacher 's nooky, Joey 's toes curled and his back arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to put down on his own cheek, hot and sticky. oink 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 whoreson were too a great deal for Mr. Brennan, whose cock suddenly swelled and erupted, sending millions of spermatozoan deep into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their hips together, leaned down, and began to snog and suck Joey 's face, slurping up the boy come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their torsos with even more of the mucilaginous tweed substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an eternity but was actually tightlipped to respective minutes before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's cock as it slid out of Joey 's motherfucker sounding like a cork going off. They both looked at each former and then laughed at the absurdity of the noise and their position, Mr. Brennan moving towards the cleanup station and throwing Joey a washcloth 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 construction and to their several gondola, 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 route home, his cell rang again, the 8-bit sounds barely audible over Portishead 's aura Box playing over the sound system.

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

A rough vocalism came from the earpiece, distorted somewhat, `` I saw you and Mr. Brennan today. If you do n't want anyone to make out about you and he, get to the oyster Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your sunniness turnout. ``

The cryptical man hung up, leaving Joey breathless.

'Who was this guy ? What did he have a bun in the oven him to do ? And the Oyster Bar ? Was n't that the local gay club ?'A grin played across Joey 's sassing as the thought of what was in store for him tomorrow night sent a thrill of delight down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...