Mr Brennan sighed.

He was working late again, forced to supervise a older 's work on his end of year assignment.

To be mediocre, he really did n't mind all that much. The kid, Joey, was a real looker. 5'11 '' and thin, with a balmy, boyish fount, farseeing blonde tomentum, and heart to die for ; luminosity green with flecks of amber and to the full cilium that loved to gaze languidly at Mr. Brennan 's clothed crotch when he thought no one was looking.

And do n't get him started on that ass.

Oooo, that ass ! The simple thought of that dump truck had kept his compensate handwriting working overtime all semester. It was round, though not too large. mettle shaped and firm, he often caught himself staring longingly at it 's pert orb and imagining what it would feel like to slide his dick between those two fleshy pillows until he came all over the older 's back.

SOB, he needed to get laid. It had been 5 class since his last objet d'art of ass, and his cock was starting to forget what it felt like. Sadly, being a closeted gay man in small-town America meant that his options were limited, and he adamantly refused to use dating apps or partake in random assemblage. He had seen too many supporter succumb to the assistance epidemic of the '80 's to risk it.

He sighed again and tried to focus on the job at hand. Instead, Mr. Brennan found himself gazing longingly at Joey as he bent over his workspace, his arm moving back and Forth as he sawed another piece of lumber for his project. He was wearing skinny dungaree, his assets barely contained within the straining textile of his Levi 's. He let out an involuntary groan as he felt his cock get-go to season at the plenty, imagining he was watching Joey pumping his own cock as he bent down and swallowed a fat fuckstick to the hilt.

At the sound, Joey turned and winked at him, flipping his hairsbreadth over his berm and deflexion over even further as if presenting his nates for inspection.

Mr. Brennan drew a sharp aspiration breather as he saw a lacy red thong poking out from above Joey 's jeans. His hammer twitched and released a large dollop of pre-come, making a wet slur on his khaki pant. Reaching down to readapt his aching asshole, Mr. Brennan noticed the wet touch and rubbed it worriedly as he looked back to see if Joey had noticed.

His eyes grew wide-cut and his typeface turned red when he saw the senior strutting towards him, his hips sashaying as he crossed his wooden leg with each footmark, a widely and dazzling grin on his fount, his eye glued to the considerable bulge in the teacher 's pants.

'' Mmmm, is that for me ? '' Joey asked silkily, his spokesperson diffused and measured to exudate as much sex as possible. Reaching out his arms, he placed his forearms on Mr. Brennan 's shoulder and straddled his lap, leaning back and grinding his clothed ass against the very heavy clump he found himself sitting on.

Mr. Brennan gulped audibly and looked back and Forth in compositor's case they were n't alone, beadwork of sweat forming on his forehead as his student ground onto him. Was he dreaming ?

'' Ummm ... '' he began, but Joey placed a finger on his lips and shushed him.

'' It 's okeh, baby ... I know what teach the likes of. ``

Brennan groaned again as Joey leaned forward and planted an open-mouthed buss onto his teachers open mouth, shoving his tongue between his lips and exploring every inch of the all of a sudden dry opening, his natural language ring ticking off of Mr. Brennan 's dentition as he explored.

It took a few minutes, but the charm eventually broke and Mr. Brennan roughly pushed Joey off of him and onto his ass.

'' I do n't get laid what you think you 're doing, but whatever it is, it is highly inappropriate and I think you should leave. '' he managed to gasp out and pointed to the only entry to the shop class classroom.

Joey looked up at him, a frown on his lips and fire in his heart. Standing up, he stood in social movement of Mr. Brennan and crossed his arms.

'' No. ``

Mr. Brennan blinked and stared unfastened mouthed at him. Did he really retrieve he could disobey him ? Was he really gon na flirt this biz ? And as soon as those view hit his mind, the wrath began to climb up. Who the fuck did this piddling slut think he was, anyhow ?

Joey saw the rage and knew he had made a miscalculation, but it was too belatedly. Mr. Brennan suddenly stood and gripped his accusation by his delicate biceps. Joey grimaced as his eyes grew wide and he felt himself being lifted by his pinned arms. Mr. Brennan carried him effortlessly the five feet to his desk and hang him forward over it.

Joey tried to stand back up and was pushed roughly back down and into the desk. He grunted as the edge was forced into his stop, knocking the wind out of him and leaving him totally defenseless as he felt his denim peeled down to his ankle joint, revealing the red lace thong he had flashed at Mr. Brennan earlier.

'' Please, sir ... I 'm bad I was so forward earlier ... '' he gasped out.

SMACK !

The strike came without admonition, right on the center of his ass. Joey screamed like a lady friend as another forceful slap came down on his left impertinence, then his right.

'' Shut up, bitch ! '' snarled Mr. Brennan. A sniffle came from Joey, but otherwise he stopped screaming.

'' Good boy. '' he growled as he again began landing reversal after blow to the most perfect ass he had ever seen. proceedings went by with the solitary sound in the large room the symphony of firm hired hand on soft ass-flesh, accompanied by the periodic whimper from Joey. As the Earth's surface of his ass started to burn red from the assault, Brennan ceased his barrage and layed his hand on Joey 's correct globe, feeling the heat. Caressing it, he looked up at the back of his student 's head and saw it laying down and looking to the side, tears running down his look, his upper lip held firmly between his teeth to keep himself from crying out.

Stepping back, he noticed that Joey 's crotch was bulging. His anger lessened and his wonder aroused, Mr. Brennan squatted down and slip his hands over the hump, feeling the ponderousness of two large bollock and a rock hard but diminutive cock leaking copious measure of pre-come inside.

A whimper and Brennan looked up to see Joey lifting his head up and arching his binding as he groaned softly at the skin senses, his dick and balls tensing in pleasance and causing his ass face to unsay the red thong.

That 's when Mr. Brennan noticed that his own dick was still shake hard, the bulblike school principal covered in pre-come and making a sizable soil on his khaki 's. Making a decision, he slapped Joey 's ass one more time and then unzipped his pants and let the monster loose.

Joey looked back at the sound of the zip and gasped. There stood Mr. Brennan, his cock sticking proudly out of his khaki 's, 8.5 '', thick and circumcised, the head bulbous, plunger-like, and coated with pre-come. He tried once again to surface and was once again forcefully pressed back into the desk. Keeping his left arm planted firmly on the small of Joey 's back, Mr. Brennan sidled up to his desk, pushed the lacey lash to the position, and placed his rooster head at the entrance to the boy 's asshole.

Brennan flexed his peter and felt Joey 's hole open like a peak as his head entered a fraction of an inch. He groaned and heard Joey doing the same as his hungry fuckhole seemed to draw at his cockhead and his hips pressed his tooshie back into the intruder, sinking it halfway into the dampish tunnel before it met resistance.

Panting and overcome with sexual desire, Mr. Brennan pulled out an in and then slammed his dick into Joey 's ass to the hilt, coming like a spring as he fucked his showtime piece of can in 5 twelvemonth with abruptly, flying strokes.

Joey grunted as he felt himself being filled, come in dribbling out from around Brennan 's thick peter, his son of a bitch flexing involuntarily as it milked his first mancock. As Mr. Brennan finished, he pulled his prick out of Joey 's ass with a loud pop and watched his seed fall to the floor with balmy plops.

Suddenly, voices could be heard approaching the schoolroom threshold. They both froze, then began to line up quickly as steps resounded from the halls and the door node began to turn. Just as Mr. Brennan got his prick back into his khaki 's and Joey had pulled his pants back up, the portal opened and a janitor poked his sweaty, ugly mug through the opening.

'' Everything alright in here ? Thought I heard a girl screaming. ``

Joey brushed his fuzz back from his elbow grease and bust stained face as Mr. Brennan smoothed his button-up shirt, the janitor eagerly looking around for the Cy Young woman he assumed was in there.

'' Fine, we 're very well ... just had a scare with the band saw, is all. ``

The janitor looked at the both of them with open letdown, made a grunting phone, and left, closing the threshold firmly behind him.

Mr. Brennan moved swiftly to the doorway, peaked out to pee sure the cost was vindicated, and locked it. Turning, he saw Joey removing his shirt and jeans and swiftly began to do the same.

turning off the igniter as he approached, Mr. Brennan saw Joey back himself up and onto the desktop and pull his legs straight up into the air, presenting his panty-covered and saucily fucked ass to Brennan 's eager fuckstick, which had n't gone down an inch from earlier.

Moving to the desk, Brennan shoved his pricking back into the heavenly depths of Joey 's bowels, this time pushing all the way in on his starting time try. Joey groaned and laid his legs on his teacher 's strong shoulder joint as he slowly began to fuck in and out of his fuckhole, giving himself up to the older man.

Having busted his maiden nut too soon, Mr. Brennan made sure as shooting to start off tardily. Gripping Joey by the calves, he fucked with a steady calendar method of birth control, each thrust pushing his fat dickhead against Joey 's prostate and causing him to moan.

After a few minutes of cushy slap and the rising volume of Joey 's groan, Mr. Brennan, getting fearful that they would be interrupted once again, shoved the red lace thong into his lip and covered it with his large, meaty hand.

Joey groaned through the framework and began to buck up and into Brennan 's cock with each forward push, his own tiny cock bouncing as the school principal barely poked out from under the foreskin, his large ballsack resting on the huge shaft currently forcing it 's way into his eagre hole. Mr. Brennan could feel each hefty testicle on either side of his pecker, twitching with each brush against Joey 's p-spot.

As they continued to be intimate and Brennan felt his adjacent sexual climax approach, he picked up the pace and started to forcefully screw his new fucktoy, his manpower gripping Joey 's across-the-board hips and leaving contusion marks.

The desk started making a tap-tap-tap sound as the edge was lifted up with each rough out knife thrust inward, Joey 's moans and yelps heard despite the improvised gag, his handwriting gripping Mr. Brennan 's breast hair and ripping some of it out in his desire.

'' Owh gawd ! Ah 'm cummin ! Ah 'm cummin ! '' he loudly muffled.

Joey 's cock twitched and his balls tightened as roach after rope of thick T. H. White come shot forth from his miniscule dick and landed on his belly, chest, and face.

'' Shit-shit-shit ! ... '' Mr. Brennan cursed as he began to come as well, pulling his peter out mid-rope and pushing Joey, still coming, down to his knees and in front of the desk.

A blast from Joey 's turncock hit Mr. Brennan on his own chest as Joey fell downward. As his knee joint hit, another rope of Brennan 's come launched from his flexing stopcock and landed on Joey 's face. A tierce roach hit his nose and split down the middle, landing over each greenness and amber eye and forcing his lid closed. Joey opened his lip and the next six blasts went right down his pharynx as Mr. Brennan 's knees grew weak.

Placing his handwriting on the boundary of his desk to steady himself, he looked down at Joey as one more spirt of come fell from his still twitching and rock-hard phallus, landing on the tip of Joey 's softening prick.

Panting, Brennan let go of the desk and grabbed Joey 's shoulders. Lifting him up, he planted a kiss onto Joey 's cum covered mouth and began to bat and suck up the lot they had made as Joey reciprocated, cleaning every column inch of each other 's physical structure where the slightest pearl of semen had landed.

Once finished, the new devotee got dressed in silence, taking every chance to grab an ass or wedge a stopcock as they did so.

Dressed, Mr Brennan threw some sawdust over the pool of come on the floor and gathered his thing, waiting patiently at the door for Joey, who sashayed his bruised and well-fucked ass through it as Brennan followed.

'' Walk me to my storage locker, sir ? '' Joey asked with a grin.

Mr. Brennan grinned back and motioned Joey to lead the way. Once there, he stood and watched as Joey opened it and pulled out his small-scale girlish backpack, revealing a female cheerleader 's getup in the school 's colour hanging in the back. As Joey closed his footlocker, Mr. Brennan 's arm shooter out and blocked it from closing.

Reaching into the storage locker, he felt the fabric of the mini-skirt and put on an puckish grin.

'' And just what do we have here, Joey ? '' He asked in mock dislike. `` I was n't aware you were on the cheer team. ``

Joey 's side turned beet red. `` I 'm not, sir. ``

Mr. Brennan put on a theatrically shocked expression, `` No ? Then how did you come, '' He removed the cheerleading outfit and held it in strawman of Joey 's face, a small white stain visible on the hem of the dame, `` ... to possess this bit of schooltime holding ? ''

Joey turned a deeper shade of red, but did n't answer. The Truth was that the star fullback had given him the outfit for his 18th birthday, right before he and the entire offensive job had run a wagon train on him.

Mr. Brennan turned Joey 's look to his own and leaned in close, `` No ? Well then, it looks like I have no choice but to assign you to detention for the next two weeks, '' he leaned in closer, the olfactory modality of come on both of their breather, `` ... in the shop way. ``

Joey 's boldness lit up as he heard what Mr. Brennan had planned. `` Yes, sir. '' he quipped as he spun around, ducked under the shop teachers large arm, and quickly skipped out of the school.

Mr. Brennan watched him go, still holding the cheerleader outfit. Shaking himself back to the demonstrate, he closed Joey 's locker and slowly walked back to his shop class.

Once there, he opened his desk drawer and placed the outfit into it. Before he closed it up, he rubbed the semen grime and grinned.

Tomorrow could n't amount fast enough .