percentage 2 : Joey 's hold - Day 1

Friday

The 3 o'clock Vanessa Stephen rang as Joey waited anxiously in the store schoolroom for Mr. Brennan to seem 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 motor habitation and get himself prepped for later that afternoon.

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Earlier, Joey 's family

He showered, making sure as shooting to wash out his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his time to caress and probe every crack and opening with gentle, soapy finger's breadth. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the shower wall, spreading his unit of ammunition, firm ass impertinence and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his modest tool responding to the succor and rising to it 's good 4.5 '' length, his vauntingly nut making it look even small-scale than it was.

Knowing that it would carry more than a single dactyl to get himself off, Joey forced himself to give up masturbating and rinsed the soap from his milky eubstance, his peter remaining hard as he turned off the shower, stepped out, and walked naked to his bedroom.

His parents were n't home yet, and his footling brother was still in school, so Joey remained bare as he brought his CD 's out to the living elbow room and put in a pop mix, sashaying back to his own room as the first of all annotation of 'Barbie daughter'by Aqua started playing.

'' I 'm a barbie little 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 flooring, calculating how much money he had spent trying to seduce Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the closet. `` $ 300, slowly, '' he says aloud, and at the mentation of his instructor, his stifle grow weak and his asshole flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' tool filling him to the hilt. Shaking his head, Joey mutters, `` Worth every penny, '' and walk of life 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 solution into his contuse fuckhole and waiting, wiggling his ass back and Forth River as he does so to facilitate the cleansing process.

After several minute, and secretly hoping that a deliverance man would see him and decide he needed a while of that Elwyn Brooks 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 john, he smiled, satisfied with his handiwork. turn, Joey ran his mitt down his smooth dresser and flat venter, his pubic pitcher's mound just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his rose hip and further to the bout, fully globe of his ass, Joey smacks each globe and grins wolfishly.

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

Sashaying to his parents elbow room as St. David Jim Bowie 's 'Boys keep Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his mother 's dresser and removes a pair of bikini-cut underwear from the top drawer. amber ties with a putting surface trigon that barely covered his mom 's snatch when they went to the beach finis summer. It was his favorite from her collection, and today he was gon na hold out it to be intimate his teacher again. He put it in home and tied the sides, then adjusted the cloth so that his petite hammer 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 space as he lifts himself off of the ground with the ball of each foot to test 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 neck opening, and then placed it over his head, making sure to flip his long blond pilus over the favorable strap before catching and tying the hind end strings together and adjusting the green triangular nipple covers so that his were also covered.

look in the mirror over his female parent 's chest of drawers, joey nodded in satisfaction as he turned to the left and then the right, each time protruding his butt out to admire the effect.

'' perfect tense. ``

He purrs as he runs his handwriting once more over his hair, then turns out of his mother 's elbow room and take the air down the hallway into his own. Opening his water closet, Joey removes a purple tenacious sleeve shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's roughly grip still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a morose patrician T-shirt over top of the long sleeved shirt, followed by a duet of plastered capris over his voluptuous deriere.

Again preening, this clock time in the mirror behind his own door, Joey again walks with self-confidence to his female parent 's way, this time sitting down at her makeup table.

king 's 'Do n't block up Me Now'begins to play as Joey carefully selects a stem and puts a light finish on, just enough to break his features and make them a bit Thomas More feminine. Making a pouty kissy typeface at the mirror, Joey then selects a lip rouge with a slightly darker tone than his own lip and skillfully applies it to match his exact lipline.

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

school day fanfare across the screen.

His spunk skips a musical rhythm and his belly commotion with a million hazy wing as he hits the send button to answer.

Nervous, `` Hello ? ``

A strong male voice from the early line, Mr. Brennan 's, `` hullo, Mr. Joey Wallace Stevens ? ``

'' Yes, this is he. ``

'' I 'm just calling to remind you of your detention at 3:15 today, in the workshop elbow room, '' a husky bank bill entered Mr. Brennan 's interpreter as his breathing could be heard over the phone. Was he masturbating ? The view made Joey 's cock jump to care and caused his dickhead to flex.

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

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

'' Later, Teach. ``

Joey grabs a couple of Converse high school dog and puts them in his bag along with his cellphone, then puts on his lawn tennis shoes, grabs his CD and the CD slip, and heads out of his house, gear up for school.

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School, The Now

As the minute of arc hand relocation over the fifteen on the rampart clock in the shop elbow 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 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 was pulled into two pom-pom like pigtails at the top of his head, and his lump were protruding from his second joint again, the outline of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the fabric of the too-small putting green bikini tooshie, rock hard with a wet berth at the tip.

'' Sir, I 'm gear up for my penalisation. ``

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 time walking to the desk as Mr. Brennan disrobes, choosing to enjoy the stack of his husky shop class instructor giving him a private, albeit brief, strip show. His muscular upper body was covered in tomentum, only the sides of his torso, hips, and the undersides of his forearms being free from the fuzz. His cock was half hard and growing by the second between his powerful second joint, 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 turning point and crossing his ramification as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade sheets and lap him, extending his arm to run his hand over Joey 's thighs, ass and privates, each slide of his fingers eliciting a slight shake from him.

Gripping the back of Joey 's neck, the shop teacher forces his face to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his spit trench into his lip as his hands explore Joey 's bikini-clad manakin. Joey grips his instructor 's body with all of his arm, his legs straddling Brennan around the shank as his hands grope the powerful berm and backrest of the burly man, his bare and haired soma fast beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his sleeve, grasping each pert ass impertinence 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 beat globes of Joey 's posterior. By now Joey 's two-piece posterior were scrunched into his ass cheeks and rubbing painfully on the tip of his peter. Squirming from the discomfort, Joey reaches down and unties the left side, the fabric falling away as his rosehip plodding into the monster sting underneath him.

Feeling the material sliding off of his immature fucktoy 's body, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one hand, causing Joey to squeal in surprise and wonder, and emplacement his cock head 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 endeavour to untwist it with one hand, cursing as he keeps flubbing his grip on the affair. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The Good Book croak his throat without seeming to come to his lips, audible as a easygoing purr as Joey spoons a broad amount of greasy-yellow lube from the container onto two digits and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's putz with his right hand, his left gripping his teacher 's shoulder to steady himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the nucleotide of his peter with his free hand and slides his fist up and down his quill a few times before moving it up to Joey 's asshole and sliding two fingers deep into his love tunnel, making Joey oink and tug down hard onto the invaders. 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 headland into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

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

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

work force reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's knees, Joey begins to push himself upward a few inches as his gut clutch 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 insides rubbing his prostate and causing him to shiver involuntarily as he groans loudly. Repeating the process, Joey begins to fuck his teacher slowly.

As he picks up his pace, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's bridge player result his mouth for a moment and hears the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the skirt of his cheerleader outfit is rudely shoved into his sassing. The normal taste and smell of cotton fabric permeates Joey 's senses, as well as the familiar but new sum of Mr. Brennan 's come.

'Oh my God, He was jacking off into my doll while he was on the phone earlier !'The guess sends Joey over the edge and he starts to come, his Ball tightening and his tool flaring as the initiatory spurt of come flack up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's mentum, impudence, and pectus. Shaking and sweating as the next flare-up hits his teacher on the chest, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the full length of cock, his ass muscles squeezing his Aspinwall in rhythmic waves as his body repose, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The future half twelve jet of follow shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy belly and Joey 's heaving chest. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtailed caput, 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 steady, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his large fuckstick into Joey 's gut to the hilt with every thrust as Joey 's legs wrapped themselves around his hip joint and tightened. Whimpers came from around the bound of the cheerleader skirt still shoved into Joey 's mouth as the slap-slap-slap of flesh on physique echoed around the shopclass, Mr. Brennan 's grunts softly making a counterpoint to each mewl and squeal.

As the wooden leg of the woodpress began to rock ever so slightly from the force of the shop instructor 's fucking, Joey 's toes curled and his back arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to down on his own nerve, hot and embarrassing. grunt and half-muffled screams sounded from the skirt-stuffed sass of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom.

The contractions from Joey 's asshole were too lots for Mr. Brennan, whose dick suddenly swelled and erupted, sending jillion of sperm deep into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their coxa together, leaned down, and began to osculate and suck Joey 's cheek, slurping up the boys come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their torso with even more of the sticky whitened substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an eternity but was actually skinny to several proceedings before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's tool as it slid out of Joey 's asshole sounding like a bottle cork going off. They both looked at each other and then laughed at the absurdness of the racket and their position, Mr. Brennan moving towards the cleanup station and throwing Joey a washrag before cleaning himself up with another, then moving to the woodpress and using a fresh 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 cable car, Joey hoping behind the roulette 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 electric cell rang again, the 8-bit sounds barely audible over Portishead 's halo 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 require anyone to know about you and he, come to the Oyster Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your cheer getup. ``

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 anesthetic gay club ?'A smile played across Joey 's lips as the view of what was in storehouse for him tomorrow Nox sent a shudder of pleasure down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...