Part 2 : Joey 's Detention - Day 1

Friday

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

-- -

Earlier, Joey 's mansion

He showered, making sure to wash his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his sentence to caress and examine every crack and opening with gentle, soapy fingers. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the cascade wall, spreading his bout, house 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 large testicles making it wait even little than it was.

Knowing that it would take more than a ace digit to get himself off, Joey forced himself to stop masturbating and rinsed the max from his milky dead body, his gumshoe 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 slight brother was still in school, so Joey remained naked as he brought his CD 's out to the living 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 girl, in a barbie woo-oorld ! '' he sang as he opened his closet and grabbed a pre-packaged clyster 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 floor, calculating how much money he had spent trying to seduce Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the closet. `` $ 300, wanton, '' he says aloud, and at the persuasion of his teacher, his knees grow weak and his asshole flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' cock filling him to the hilt. Shaking his head, Joey mutters, `` deserving every centime, '' and walking 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 solution into his spite fuckhole and waiting, wiggling his ass back and forth as he does so to facilitate the cleansing process.

After several minutes, and secretly hoping that a delivery man would see him and decide he needed a slice 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 john, he smiled, satisfied with his handiwork. Turning, Joey ran his workforce down his politic chest and flat abdomen, his pubic pitcher just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his rose hip and further to the round of golf, full world of his ass, Joey smacks each ball and grins wolfishly.

Today, he thinks, I 'm gon na depend upon 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 bureau and removes a pair of bikini-cut underwear from the top drawer. gold ties with a green trigon that barely covered his mom 's kitty-cat when they went to the beach last summer. It was his favorite from her collection, and today he was gon na bear it to get laid his teacher again. He put it in blank space and tied the sides, then adjusted the textile so that his flyspeck cock was covered while leaving his ballsack bisected and hanging obscenely from between his legs.

'' When you 're a boy, other son match you out, '' he sings under his hint as he lifts himself off of the land with the ball of each infantry 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 headspring, making for sure to alternate his retentive blond hairsbreadth over the favourable shoulder strap before catching and tying the rear strings together and adjusting the greenish triangular nipple covers so that his were also covered.

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

'' perfective. ``

He purrs as he runs his manpower once more over his hair, then turns out of his mother 's room and take the air down the hallway into his own. Opening his closet, Joey removes a purpleness long sleeve shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's rough grasp still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a dark wild blue yonder tee shirt over top of the farseeing sleeved shirt, followed by a pair of stringent capris over his curvy deriere.

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

Queen 's 'Do n't Stop Me Now'begins to play as Joey carefully selects a al-Qaida and puts a light coating on, just enough to soften his feature and make them a bit to a greater extent womanly. Making a pouty kissy aspect at the mirror, Joey then selects a lipstick with a slightly darker shade than his own backtalk and skillfully applies it to match his exact lipline.

Making a pouty facial expression 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 face in the mirror, the sound of an early 2000 's cellphone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his sleeping room and removes his candybar panache cubicle from his knapsack to hold back the caller ID.

school flashes across the screen.

His heart skips a beat and his belly hurly burly with a million fuzzy wings as he hits the send button to answer.

Nervous, `` how-do-you-do ? ``

A strong male voice from the early line, Mr. Brennan 's, `` hello, Mr. Joey Stanley Smith Stevens ? ``

'' Yes, this is he. ``

'' I 'm just calling to remind you of your detention at 3:15 today, in the store room, '' a buirdly note entered Mr. Brennan 's vocalism as his breathing could be heard over the phone. Was he masturbating ? The thought made Joey 's hammer jump to attention and caused his cocksucker to flex.

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

Mr. Brennan 's breath quickened as Joey said sir, and soon he was grunting into the embouchure quietly as Joey planted a buss on the receiver and hang up the phone.

'' Later, Teach. ``

Joey grabs a duo of Converse high 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, prepare for school.

-- -

schoolhouse, The Now

As the bit hired hand moves over the 15 on the wall clock in the shop elbow room, Mr. Brennan walks through the threshold. He stops as he catches pile of Joey, in his female parent 's green and amber bikini and standing in the pith of the store, the woodpress directly behind him and strewn with his clothes.

He was wearing the cad, so he stood as tall as Mr. Brennan now. His long blond hair's-breadth was pulled into two pom-pom like pigtails at the top of his head, and his ball were protruding from his second joint again, the outline of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the fabric of the too-small green bikini stern, sway hard with a wet pip at the tip.

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

Mr. Brennan caught himself staring and moved quickly into the room, locking the door behind him and turning off the illuminate 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 sight of his Eskimo dog shop teacher giving him a common soldier, albeit legal brief, flight strip display. His mesomorphic upper body was covered in hair, only the sides of his body, hips, and the undersides of his forearms being free from the fuzz. His cock was half hard and growing by the instant between his muscular thighs, the exercising 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 niche and crossing his legs as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade sheets and circles him, extending his arm to run his hand over Joey 's second joint, ass and crotch, each sliding board of his fingers eliciting a thin handclasp from him.

Gripping the rear of Joey 's neck, the shop teacher forces his face to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his knife deep into his mouth as his hands explore Joey 's bikini-clad flesh. Joey grips his teacher 's body with all of his limbs, his legs straddling Brennan around the waist as his hands grope the brawny shoulder joint and dorsum of the strapping man, his raw and hirsute build tight beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his arms, grasping each pert ass boldness in his medal as he turns and sits on his desk, placing Joey on his lap facing him, Brennan 's erect cock wedged between the rung globes of Joey 's buttocks. By now Joey 's bikini buttocks were scrunched into his ass cheeks and rubbing painfully on the tip of his tool. Squirming from the discomfort, Joey reaches down and unties the go forth slope, the material falling away as his rose hip pulverisation into the monster asshole underneath him.

Feeling the fabric sliding off of his Danton True Young fucktoy 's dead body, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one hand, causing Joey to fink in surprisal and admiration, and position his tool head directly at the entrance to the well-used fuckhole so very recently exposed to the relieve air. Keeping Joey suspended, Mr. Brennan grabs the vasoline jar and tries to untwist it with one paw, cursing as he keeps flubbing his travelling bag on the thing. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The Scripture exit his throat without seeming to touch his lips, hearable as a soft 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 hawkshaw with his properly mitt, his left gripping his teacher 's shoulder to steadily himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the base of his cock with his absolve helping hand and slides his fist up and down his gibe a few times before moving it up to Joey 's asshole and sliding two finger's breadth deep into his honey tunnel, making Joey grunt and push 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 dick head into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

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

'' Mmhhff, '' Joey exhales as the understructure of Mr. Brennan 's cock makes inter-group communication with the pillowy shock of his ass, the Teacher 's script still gripped firmly over Joey 's mouth.

handwriting reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's knee, Joey begins to push himself upward a few inch as his bowels clasp over and over around the midst 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 shudder involuntarily as he groans loudly. Repeating the unconscious process, Joey begins to sleep with his teacher slowly.

As he picks up his stride, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's hired man leave his back talk for a import and hears the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the skirt of his cheerleader outfit is rudely shoved into his back talk. The normal taste and aroma of cotton fabric permeates Joey 's senses, as well as the conversant but new kernel of Mr. Brennan 's come.

'Oh my God, He was jacking off into my dame while he was on the phone earlier !'The believe sends Joey over the edge and he starts to make out, his glob tightening and his cock flaring as the first jet of seminal fluid fires up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's chin, cheek, and chest. Shaking and sweating as the succeeding burst hits his teacher on the dresser, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the total duration of tool, his ass brawniness squeezing his El Salvadoran colon in rhythmical wafture as his body remainder, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The next half twelve squirt of come shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy stomach and Joey 's panting pectus. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtailed principal, he lefts the seniors limp form and moves him onto the woodpress, his 8.5 '' pecker wedged firmly in Joey 's still flexing asshole.

Satisfied that his fuckboi is steady, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his enceinte fuckstick into Joey 's bowels to the hilt with every thrust as Joey 's legs wrapped themselves around his coxa and tightened. Whimpers came from around the edges of the cheerleader wench still shoved into Joey 's mouth as the slap-slap-slap of flesh 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 roll in the hay, Joey 's toes curled and his back arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to bring down on his own face, hot and sticky. Grunts and half-muffled screaming 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 much for Mr. Brennan, whose tool suddenly swelled and erupted, sending zillion of sperm late into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their hips together, leaned down, and began to kiss 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 sticky white substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an infinity but was actually closemouthed to several instant before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's prick 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 absurdity of the racket and their office, Mr. Brennan moving towards the cleaning post 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 building and to their respective cars, Joey hoping behind the bicycle 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 sounds barely hearable over Portishead 's Glory Box performing over the speech sound system.

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

A rough in vocalism 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 Oyster Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your cheer outfit. ``

The secret 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 golf club ?'A smile played across Joey 's mouth as the thought process of what was in store for him tomorrow night sent a frisson of delight down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...