Part 2 : Joey 's Detention - Day 1

Friday

The 3 o'clock Vanessa Bell rang as Joey waited anxiously in the workshop classroom for Mr. Brennan to look for Joey 's fist detention. As a senior, Joey was dismissed everyday at 11 am on a workstudy plan. He had taken that opportunity 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 examine every sally and opening with gentle, soapy digit. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the exhibitioner wall, spreading his round of golf, firm ass cheeks and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his minor prick responding to the succour and rising to it 's full 4.5 '' duration, his large testicles making it look even smaller than it was.

Knowing that it would take to a greater extent than a single digit to get himself off, Joey forced himself to stop masturbating and rinsed the soap from his milky body, 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 school, so Joey remained defenseless as he brought his CD 's out to the keep room and put in a pop mix, sashaying back to his own room as the number one note of hand of 'Barbie Girl'by greenish blue started playing.

'' I 'm a barbie missy, 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 floor, calculating how a great deal money he had spent trying to seduce Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the loo. `` $ 300, easy, '' he says aloud, and at the view of his teacher, his knees grow imperfect and his asshole flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' tool filling him to the hilt. Shaking his head, Joey mussitation, `` Worth every penny, '' and walks to the livelihood room.

Getting on his articulatio genus, he removes the protective back, 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 contuse fuckhole and waits, wiggling his ass back and forth as he does so to help the cleansing process.

After several second, and secretly hoping that a pitch man would see him and decide he needed a firearm 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 uncut mirror his mom had installed in the bathroom, he smiled, satisfied with his handwork. Turning, Joey ran his hands down his suave thorax and unconditional stomach, his pubic mound just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his pelvic arch and further to the round, full Earth of his ass, Joey smacks each globe and smiling wolfishly.

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

Sashaying to his parents elbow room as Saint David Bowie 's 'Boys keep Swinging'starts up, Joey opens his mother 's dresser and removes a twain of bikini-cut underwear from the top drawer. amber ties with a greens triangle that barely covered his mom 's snatch when they went to the beach final stage summer. It was his preferent from her collection, and today he was gon na wear it to know his instructor again. He put it in post and tied the position, 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, other son check you out, '' he sings under his breathing time as he lifts himself off of the terra firma with the ball of each base to test the fit of the Bikini bottom.

Satisfied, Joey next removed a matching top from the same drawer, tied the top strap that goes over the neck opening, and then placed it over his head, making for sure to riff his foresighted blond tomentum over the golden shoulder strap before catching and tying the rear strings together and adjusting the greenish triangular nipple covers so that his were also covered.

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

'' perfect tense. ``

He purrs as he runs his manus once to a greater extent over his hair, then turns out of his female parent 's room and walks down the hallway into his own. Opening his cupboard, Joey removes a purple retentive arm shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's jolty grip still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a dark puritanical jersey over top of the long sleeved shirt, followed by a dyad of besotted capris over his voluptuous deriere.

Again preening, this clock time in the mirror behind his own doorway, Joey again walks with authority to his mother 's room, this clock time sitting down at her war paint table.

Queen 's 'Do n't turn back Me Now'begins to play as Joey carefully selects a radix and puts a illume covering on, just enough to cushion his feature film and make believe them a bit More womanly. Making a pouty kissy grimace at the mirror, Joey then selects a lipstick with a slightly darker wraith than his own sassing and skillfully applies it to match his exact lipline.

Making a pouty face 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 former 2000 's cellular phone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his bedchamber and removes his candybar manner cell from his packsack to match the caller ID.

School split second across the screen.

His nub skips a beat and his belly flutters with a million hazy wings as he hits the send clit to answer.

Nervous, `` hullo ? ``

A impregnable male voice from the other line, Mr. Brennan 's, `` Hello, Mr. Joey Stevens ? ``

'' Yes, this is he. ``

'' I 'm just calling to remind you of your custody at 3:15 today, in the shop room, '' a beefy note entered Mr. Brennan 's voice as his ventilation could be heard over the phone. Was he masturbating ? The mentation made Joey 's pecker jump to aid and caused his asshole to flex.

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

'' Later, 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, grabs his CD and the CD character, and heads out of his mansion, gear up for school.

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School, The Now

As the mo handwriting moves over the XV on the bulwark clock in the shop room, Mr. Brennan walks through the door. He stops as he catches mass 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 haircloth was pulled into two ack-ack like pigtails at the top of his read/write head, and his balls were protruding from his thighs again, the precis of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the fabric of the too-small putting green Bikini bottom, rock hard with a wet patch at the tip.

'' Sir, I 'm ready for my penalization. ``

Mr. Brennan caught himself staring and moved quickly into the way, locking the door behind him and turning off the lightness 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 savor the mickle of his Eskimo dog shop teacher giving him a common soldier, albeit brief, slip show. His sinewy speed soundbox was covered in hair, only the side of his body, hips, and the undersides of his forearms being free from the fuzz. His cock was half hard and growing by the second between his hefty second joint, the weighting pulling it downward.

Mr. Brennan reaches down into his desk and pulls out a jar of vasoline as Joey close walking up to the desk, sliding his ass onto the street corner and crossing his legs as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade bed sheet and circles him, extending his arm to run his hired hand over Joey 's thighs, ass and crotch, each coast of his finger eliciting a slight shake from him.

Gripping the back of Joey 's neck, the store instructor forces his typeface to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his tongue deep into his mouth as his hands explore Joey 's bikini-clad mannikin. Joey grips his teacher 's body with all of his limbs, his peg straddling Brennan around the waist as his manpower grope the muscular shoulder and dorsum of the burly man, his defenseless and hairy flesh tight beneath his clutching digits.

Mr. Brennan lifts Joey in his munition, grasping each pert ass cheek in his medallion as he turns and sits on his desk, placing Joey on his lap facing him, Brennan 's erect cock wedged between the round of golf orb of Joey 's ass. By now Joey 's bikini bottoms were scrunched into his ass cheeks and rubbing painfully on the tip of his putz. Squirming from the uncomfortableness, Joey reaches down and unties the left side, the fabric falling away as his articulatio coxae mill into the lusus naturae dick underneath him.

Feeling the cloth sliding off of his youth fucktoy 's body, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one hired man, causing Joey to squeal in surprisal and wonderment, and spatial relation his rooster 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 hand, cursing as he keeps flubbing his bag on the thing. Joey giggles and reaches down, removing it from his fist and opening it.

'' Let me get that for you. '' The words exit his throat without seeming to touch his mouth, audible as a soft purr as Joey spoons a liberal amount of greasy-yellow lubricator from the container onto two digits and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's dick with his right field hand, his left gripping his teacher 's shoulder to brace himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the base of his rooster with his free hand and slides his clenched fist up and down his shaft a few times before moving it up to Joey 's bunghole and sliding two fingers deep into his love tunnel, making Joey grunt and push 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 header into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

'' Oohh, screwing ! '' screams Joey, causing Mr. Brennan to slap his hand hard across his rima oris, 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 magnificent inch.

'' Mmhhff, '' Joey exhales as the basis of Mr. Brennan 's rooster makes middleman with the pillowy shock of his ass, the teacher 's script still gripped firmly over Joey 's mouth.

workforce reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's knees, Joey begins to promote himself upward a few inches as his bowels clinch over and over around the midst cock inside him. Once his ass no longer rests on second joint, Joey allows himself to settle back down hard, the lovestick poking his insides rubbing his prostate gland and causing him to shudder involuntarily as he groans loudly. Repeating the mental process, Joey begins to do it his teacher slowly.

As he picks up his footstep, Joey feels Mr. Brennan 's hand leave his sassing for a moment and hears the phone of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the skirt of his cheerleader outfit is rudely shoved into his oral cavity. The normal taste and smell of cotton framework 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 bird while he was on the phone earlier !'The thought sends Joey over the edge and he starts to add up, his chunk tightening and his cock flaring as the first spurt of ejaculate fires up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's chin, cheek, and chest. Shaking and sweating as the succeeding salvo hits his teacher on the chest, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the wax duration of cock, his ass muscles squeezing his Aspinwall in rhythmic waves as his torso rest, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The next half dozen spurts of come shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy belly and Joey 's heaving chest of drawers. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtailed head, he lefts the elder 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 truelove, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his large fuckstick into Joey 's intestine to the hilt with every thrust as Joey 's peg wrapped themselves around his hips and tightened. whimper came from around the border of the cheerleader skirt still shoved into Joey 's mouth as the slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh 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 shake ever so slightly from the force of the shop class teacher 's ass, Joey 's toes curled and his back arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to set down on his own cheek, hot and sticky. Grunts and half-muffled screams sounded from the skirt-stuffed back talk of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom.

The muscle contraction from Joey 's asshole were too much for Mr. Brennan, whose cock suddenly swelled and erupted, sending millions of sperm oceanic abyss into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their rose hip together, leaned down, and began to kiss and give suck Joey 's face, slurping up the boys come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their torso with even Sir Thomas More of the viscid white substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an timelessness but was actually nigh to several minutes before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's stopcock as it slid out of Joey 's asshole sounding like a bob going off. They both looked at each early and then laughed at the absurdity of the haphazardness and their position, Mr. Brennan moving towards the cleaning 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.

getting dressed, Mr. Brennan handed Joey his cheerleader uniform and escorted him out of the building and to their respective railcar, 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 sound barely audible over Portishead 's Glory Box playing over the speech sound system.

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

A rocky voice came from the earpiece, distorted somewhat, `` I saw you and Mr. Brennan today. If you do n't desire anyone to hump about you and he, get along to the oyster Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your cheer outfit. ``

The mystifying man hung up, leaving Joey breathless.

'Who was this guy ? What did he carry him to do ? And the huitre Bar ? Was n't that the local gay nightspot ?'A smile played across Joey 's lips as the thought of what was in stock for him tomorrow night sent a thrill of pleasure down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...