Part 2 : Joey 's hold - Day 1

Fri

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

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Earlier, Joey 's planetary house

He showered, making sure to wash his still sore ass thoroughly, taking his clock time to caress and probe every pass and opening with gentle, unctuous fingers. As he did so, Joey groaned and pushed himself against the cascade wall, spreading his round, business firm ass impertinence and beginning to toy with his fuckhole, his modest dick responding to the ministrations and rising to it 's replete 4.5 '' length, his enceinte testicles making it look even smaller than it was.

Knowing that it would use up More than a exclusive digit to get himself off, Joey forced himself to stop masturbating and rinsed the scoop from his milky organic structure, his dick 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 brother was still in school, so Joey remained nude as he brought his CD 's out to the life room and put in a pop mix, sashaying back to his own room as the maiden notes of 'Barbie Girl'by cobalt blue started playing.

'' I 'm a barbie lady friend, in a barbie woo-oorld ! '' he sang as he opened his W.C. and grabbed a pre-packaged clyster from it, removing it from the box and throwing the empty into a methamphetamine hydrochloride can already overflowing with enema boxes.

Joey paused as the thrown box bounced off of the rim of the can and fell to the trading floor, calculating how much money he had spent trying to score Mr. Brennan as it richoted into the water closet. `` $ 300, slowly, '' he says aloud, and at the mentation of his teacher, his knee joint grow light and his SOB flexes hungrily remembering Brennan 's 8.5 '' pecker filling him to the hilt. Shaking his principal, Joey grumble, `` Worth every cent, '' and walk to the living room.

Getting on his knees, he removes the protective cover, extends the tip, and inserts the clyster into his anus. deflexion over so that his well-built ass is pointed skyward, he pumps the saline solution solution into his offend fuckhole and hold, wiggling his ass back and forth as he does so to help the cleansing process.

After several minutes, and secretly hoping that a delivery man would see him and decide he needed a piece of that Caucasian ass, Joey reluctantly stood up and walked swiftly to the toilet, 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 can, he smiled, satisfied with his handiwork. Turning, Joey ran his hand down his tranquil chest and flat tummy, his pubic mound just as hairless and smooth. Running them back to his hips and further to the round, full orb of his ass, Joey smacks each globe and grin wolfishly.

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

Sashaying to his parents room as David James 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. gold ties with a green trilateral that barely covered his mom 's kitty-cat when they went to the beach last summertime. It was his ducky from her appeal, and today he was gon na wear it to fuck his teacher again. He put it in place and tied the sides, then adjusted the material so that his bantam dick 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 breath as he lifts himself off of the ground with the orb of each foot to try out 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, and then placed it over his oral sex, making surely to flip his foresighted blonde hair over the golden shoulder strap before catching and tying the rear strings together and adjusting the green three-sided nipple covers so that his were also covered.

Looking in the mirror over his mother 's dresser, joey nodded in atonement as he turned to the leftfield and then the right, each metre protruding his laughingstock out to look up to the effect.

'' perfective tense. ``

He purrs as he runs his deal once more over his hair, then turns out of his mother 's elbow room and walk down the hallway into his own. Opening his loo, Joey removes a purpleness long sleeve shirt and pulls it on carefully, the bruising from Mr. Brennan 's rough grip still visible on his biceps. He then pulls on a sour blue t-shirt over top of the foresighted sleeved shirt, followed by a couple of pixilated capris over his voluptuous deriere.

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

Queen 's 'Do n't kibosh Me Now'Begin to act as as Joey carefully selects a base and puts a igniter coat on, just enough to mince his features and make them a bit More feminine. Making a pouty kissy face at the mirror, Joey then selects a lipstick with a slightly darker shade than his own brim and skillfully applies it to match his exact lipline.

Making a pouty typeface at the mirror again, he smiles seductively and reaches for the eye trace, applying some to his cilium. As he admires his now very pretty face in the mirror, the sound of an betimes 2000 's cellphone goes off, and Joey quickly moves to his bedroom and removes his candybar panache electric cell from his rucksack to hold the caller ID.

School flashes across the screen.

His eye skips a beat and his venter flapping with a million fuzzy wing as he hits the post release to answer.

Nervous, `` hi ? ``

A strong male voice from the former line, Mr. Brennan 's, `` hi, 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 shop room, '' a husky line entered Mr. Brennan 's voice as his external respiration could be heard over the telephone. Was he masturbating ? The view made Joey 's shaft jump to attention and caused his asshole to flex.

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

Mr. Brennan 's breathing place quickened as Joey said sir, and soon he was grunting into the mouthpiece quietly as Joey planted a kiss on the pass receiver and hung up the phone.

'' Later, Teach. ``

Joey grabs a duo of Converse high up heels and puts them in his bag along with his cell, then puts on his tennis shoes, grab his CD and the CD case, and heads out of his house, ready for school.

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school, The Now

As the minute hand moves over the fifteen on the wall clock in the shop elbow room, Mr. Brennan walks through the door. He stops as he catches sight of Joey, in his mother 's William Green and atomic number 79 bikini and standing in the center of the shop, the woodpress directly behind him and strewn with his clothes.

He was wearing the heel, so he stood as grandiloquent as Mr. Brennan now. His yearn blonde hairsbreadth was pulled into two ack-ack gun like pigtails at the top of his head, and his balls were protruding from his second joint again, the outline of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the fabric of the too-small putting surface Bikini arse, sway hard with a wet spot at the tip.

'' Sir, I 'm gear 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 50 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 batch of his husky shop instructor giving him a private, albeit brief, flight strip display. His hefty amphetamine torso was covered in haircloth, only the face of his torso, hip, and the undersides of his forearms being unloosen from the hair. His hammer was half hard and growing by the minute between his mesomorphic thigh, the free 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 corner and crossing his legs as Mr. Brennan puts the vasoline down on top of his gtrade canvas and rope him, extending his arm to run his hand over Joey 's second joint, ass and fork, each swoop of his fingers eliciting a slight shake from him.

Gripping the back of Joey 's neck, the shop class instructor forces his typeface to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his tongue deep into his mouth as his men explore Joey 's bikini-clad form. Joey grips his teacher 's soundbox with all of his tree branch, his legs straddling Brennan around the waistline as his hands grope the powerful shoulders and spine of the beefy 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 thenar as he turns and sits on his desk, placing Joey on his lap facing him, Brennan 's erect hammer wedged between the round globes of Joey 's rear end. By now Joey 's bikini rear end were scrunched into his ass cheeks and rubbing painfully on the tip of his stopcock. Squirming from the discomfort, Joey reaches down and unties the depart face, the textile falling away as his rose hip grind into the giant prick underneath him.

Feeling the framework sliding off of his young fucktoy 's body, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one hand, causing Joey to fink in surprise and esteem, and posture his tool 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 endeavor to untwist it with one handwriting, cursing as he keeps flubbing his grasp 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 lips, audible as a mild purr as Joey spoons a liberal amount of greasy-yellow lube from the container onto two finger and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan 's gumshoe with his right field helping hand, his left gripping his instructor 's shoulder to becalm himself.

Grunting, Mr. Brennan squeezes the base of his cock with his resign hand and slides his fist up and down his shaft a few times before moving it up to Joey 's asshole and sliding two fingers deep into his love tunnel, making Joey grunt and labour down hard onto the encroacher. Satisfied that he was properly prepped for the afternoon 's fun, he lowers Joey back onto his lap while simultaneously repositioning and inserting his shaft brain into Joey 's clenching fuckhole.

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

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

deal reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan 's human knee, Joey begins to advertize himself upward a few in as his bowels clutches over and over around the thick cock inside him. Once his ass no longer rests on thigh, Joey allows himself to descend 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 hand leave his rima oris for a moment and hears the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the wench of his cheerleader outfit is rudely shoved into his mouth. The normal taste and sense of smell of cotton fabric permeates Joey 's senses, as well as the familiar but new gist of Mr. Brennan 's come.

'Oh my God, He was jacking off into my skirt while he was on the phone earlier !'The mentation sends Joey over the edge and he starts to arrive, his balls tightening and his cock flaring as the get-go spurt of seminal fluid fires up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan 's chin, cheek, and thorax. Shaking and sweating as the following burst hits his teacher on the chest, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the fully length of cock, his ass muscles squeezing his colon in rhythmical waving as his eubstance rest period, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan 's chest.

The adjacent one-half dozen spurts of come shoot between Mr. Brennan 's hairy tum and Joey 's panting chest. Smiling at the top of Joey 's bobtailed chief, he lefts the senior 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 intestine to the hilt with every thrust as Joey 's legs wrapped themselves around his hips and tightened. Whimpers came from around the edges of the cheerleader chick still shoved into Joey 's mouth as the slap-slap-slap of flesh on soma echoed around the shopclass, Mr. Brennan 's oink softly making a counterpoint to each mewl and squeal.

As the wooden ramification of the woodpress began to shake ever so slightly from the force-out of the workshop teacher 's fucking, Joey 's toes curled and his cover arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to land on his own face, hot and viscid. Grunts and half-muffled shrieking sounded from the skirt-stuffed sassing of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom.

The contractions from Joey 's asshole were too often for Mr. Brennan, whose shaft suddenly swelled and erupted, sending millions of sperm cell deep into Joey 's ass as Mr. Brennan held their pelvic girdle together, leaned down, and began to kiss and wet-nurse Joey 's face, slurping up the son come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their body with even more of the sticky white substance.

They pressed themselves together for what felt like an eternity but was actually nearer to several minute before pulling apart, the voiced -plop- of Mr. Brennan 's shaft as it slid out of Joey 's asshole sounding like a bobfloat going off. They both looked at each other and then laughed at the absurdity of the noise and their position, Mr. Brennan moving towards the killing post and throwing Joey a flannel 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 elevator car, 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 road menage, his cell rang again, the 8-bit sounds barely audible over Portishead 's Glory Box playing over the sound system.

'' Heya ! '' Joey exclaimed into the mouth 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 want anyone to bang about you and he, come to the huitre 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 gay ball club ?'A smile played across Joey 's lips as the mentation of what was in store for him tomorrow night sent a thrill of pleasure down his spine.

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

To Be Continued ...