piece 2 : Joey 's hold - Day 1

Friday

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

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Earlier, Joey 's theater

He showered, making surely to wash his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his time to caress and probe every fracture and opening with gentle, soapy fingerbreadth. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the shower wall, spreading his round, firm ass brass and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his lowly dick responding to the succor and rising to it 's full 4.5 '' length, his magnanimous egg making it front even smaller than it was.

Knowing that it would train more than a single digit to get himself off, Joey forced himself to cease masturbating and rinsed the scoop from his milky trunk, his hawkshaw 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 little blood brother 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 way as the foremost bank note of 'Barbie female child'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 a good deal money he had spent trying to seduce Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the press. `` $ 300, easy, '' he says aloud, and at the persuasion of his instructor, his stifle grow unaccented and his arsehole 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 living room.

Getting on his human knee, he removes the protective cover, 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 resolution into his hurt fuckhole and delay, wiggling his ass back and forth as he does so to facilitate the cleansing process.

After various minutes, and secretly hoping that a speech man would see him and determine he needed a man 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. turn, Joey ran his hands down his smooth chest and flat breadbasket, his pubic mound just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his hip and further to the round, full earth of his ass, Joey smacks each world and smile wolfishly.

Today, he thinks, I 'm gon na hinge on that motherfucker like a champion.

Sashaying to his parents way as David Bowie 's 'Boys proceed Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his mother 's vanity and removes a pair of bikini-cut underclothes from the top drawer. Gold ties with a greenness Triangle that barely covered his mom 's pussy when they went to the beach last summer. It was his preferred from her collection, and today he was gon na jade it to fuck his instructor again. He put it in place and tied the side of meat, then adjusted the fabric so that his bantam cock was covered while leaving his ballsack bisected and hanging obscenely from between his legs.

'' When you 're a boy, early boys check you out, '' he sings under his hint as he lifts himself off of the ground with the formal of each fundament 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 question, making indisputable to thumb his foresightful blonde hair over the halcyon shoulder strap before catching and tying the parent strings together and adjusting the green triangular teat covering fire so that his were also covered.

looking at in the mirror over his mother 's bureau, 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.

'' perfective tense. ``

He purrs as he runs his hands once More over his hair, then turns out of his mother 's room and take the air down the hall into his own. Opening his closet, Joey removes a purple long sleeve shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's rough grip still seeable on his biceps. He then pulls on a dark blue jersey over top of the long sleeved shirt, followed by a pair of slopped capris over his voluptuous deriere.

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

Queen 's 'Do n't terminate Me Now'Begin to play as Joey carefully selects a home and puts a brightness covering on, just enough to soften his feature film and fix them a bit more womanly. 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 play off his exact lipline.

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

School ostentation across the screen.

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

Nervous, `` Hello ? ``

A strong manlike interpreter from the former line, Mr. Brennan 's, `` hello, Mr. Joey S. Smith Stevens ? ``

'' Yes, this is he. ``

'' I 'm just calling to prompt you of your detention at 3:15 today, in the workshop room, '' a buirdly note entered Mr. Brennan 's voice as his respiration could be heard over the phone. Was he masturbating ? The thought made Joey 's cock jump to attending and caused his prick 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 embouchure quietly as Joey planted a osculation on the receiver and hung up the phone.

'' Later, Edward Teach. ``

Joey grabs a pair of Converse high heels and puts them in his bag along with his mobile phone, then puts on his tennis shoes, snap up his CD and the CD casing, and heads out of his house, set up for school.

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School, The Now

As the minute helping hand movement over the fifteen on the bulwark clock in the shop room, Mr. Brennan walks through the doorway. He stops as he catches plenty of Joey, in his mother 's green and gold bikini and standing in the nerve 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 haircloth was pulled into two pom-pom like pigtails at the top of his question, and his clod were protruding from his thighs again, the synopsis of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the fabric of the too-small fleeceable two-piece bum, sway hard with a wet speckle at the tip.

'' Sir, I 'm set up for my punishment. ``

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 sentence walking to the desk as Mr. Brennan disrobes, choosing to enjoy the mint of his Eskimo dog workshop teacher giving him a individual, albeit brief, airstrip show. His muscular upper body was covered in hair, only the sides of his body, hips, and the underside of his forearms being free from the fuzz. His cock was one-half hard and growing by the minute 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 coating walking up to the desk, sliding his ass onto the corner and crossing his branch as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade canvas and circles him, extending his arm to run his hand over Joey 's thigh, ass and crotch, each lantern slide of his fingerbreadth eliciting a slender shiver from him.

Gripping the back of Joey 's neck opening, the shop teacher forces his human face to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his tongue deep into his oral cavity as his hands explore Joey 's bikini-clad var.. Joey grips his instructor 's body with all of his limbs, his legs straddling Brennan around the waist as his handwriting grope the muscular berm and book binding of the burly man, his naked and hairy flesh tight beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his arms, grasping each pert ass cheek 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 round globes of Joey 's stern. By now Joey 's bikini bottoms were scrunched into his ass cheeks and rubbing painfully on the tip of his cock. Squirming from the soreness, Joey reaches down and unties the left side of meat, the textile falling away as his pelvic girdle grind into the ogre prick underneath him.

Feeling the fabric sliding off of his untried fucktoy 's body, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one hired man, causing Joey to oink in surprise and admiration, and lieu 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 tries to untwist it with one deal, cursing as he keeps flubbing his grip on the thing. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his clenched fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The parole exit his pharynx without seeming to bear upon his backtalk, audible as a soft purr as Joey spoons a liberalist amount of greasy-yellow lube from the container onto two digits and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's prick with his right hand, his left gripping his teacher 's shoulder to unfaltering himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the Base of his cock with his free hand and slides his fist up and down his shaft a few clip before moving it up to Joey 's asshole and sliding two finger's breadth deep into his love burrow, making Joey oink and push 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 dick head into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

'' Oohh, FUCK ! '' screams Joey, causing Mr. Brennan to slap his hired hand hard across his lip, the sound of it reverberating around the shop room as Joey 's now tense soundbox slowly slips down Mr. Brennan 's fuckstick in by splendid inch.

'' Mmhhff, '' Joey exhales as the theme of Mr. Brennan 's tool makes inter-group communication with the pillowy cushions of his ass, the instructor 's script still gripped firmly over Joey 's mouth.

Hands reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's articulatio genus, Joey begins to crusade himself upward a few column inch as his intestine clench 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 interior rubbing his prostate and causing him to shudder involuntarily as he groans loudly. Repeating the physical process, Joey begins to lie with his teacher slowly.

As he picks up his pace, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's paw bequeath his back talk for a minute and hears the audio of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the skirt of his cheerleader getup is rudely shoved into his mouth. The convention perceptiveness and smell of cotton plant fabric permeates Joey 's good sense, as well as the familiar but new essence of Mr. Brennan 's come.

'Oh my God, He was jacking off into my dame while he was on the telephone set earlier !'The thought sends Joey over the edge and he starts to amount, his testicle tightening and his peter flaring as the foremost squirt of come fervidness up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's chin, cheek, and chest. Shaking and sweating as the next burst hits his teacher on the chest, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the good length of cock, his ass sinew squeezing his colon in rhythmic Wave as his consistency rest period, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The next one-half dozen squirt of fare shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy stomach and Joey 's heave chest. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtail promontory, 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 stabilise, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his large fuckstick into Joey 's bowels to the hilt with every poking as Joey 's peg wrapped themselves around his hips and tightened. Whimpers came from around the edge of the cheerleader skirt still shoved into Joey 's rima oris as the slap-slap-slap of shape on bod echoed around the shopclass, Mr. Brennan 's oink softly making a counterpoint to each mewl and squeal.

As the wooden stage of the woodpress began to rock ever so slightly from the strength of the shop 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 glutinous. grunt and half-muffled riot 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 cock suddenly swelled and erupted, sending millions of sperm deep into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their hip joint together, leaned down, and began to kiss and absorb Joey 's grimace, slurping up the male child come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their torsos with even more of the gummy white substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an eternity but was actually closelipped to several bit before pulling apart, the diffuse -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's cock as it slid out of Joey 's arsehole 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 washrag 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 respective auto, Joey hoping behind the cycle 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 cellular phone rang again, the 8-bit sounds barely audible over Portishead 's gloriole Box playing over the sound system.

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

A approximate voice came from the earpiece, distorted somewhat, `` I saw you and Mr. Brennan today. If you do n't want anyone to have intercourse about you and he, amount to the Oyster Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your cheer outfit. ``

The cryptic 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 anaesthetic gay guild ?'A smile played across Joey 's lips as the cerebration of what was in store for him tomorrow Night sent a chill of joy down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...