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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 bedroom and removes his candybar style cell from his backpack to check the caller ID. School flashes across the screen. His heart skips a beat and his belly flutters with a million fuzzy wings as he hits the send button to answer. Nervous, "Hello?" A strong 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 detention at 3:15 today, in the shop room," a husky note entered Mr. Brennan's voice as his breathing could be heard over the phone. Was he masturbating? The thought made Joey's cock jump to attention and caused his asshole to flex. "I remember, sir," now it was Joey's turn 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 cellphone, then puts on his tennis shoes, grabs interracial his CD and the CD case, and heads out of his house, ready for school. School, The Now As the minute hand moves over the fifteen on the wall clock in the shop room, Mr. Brennan walks through the door. He stops as he catches sight of Joey, in his mother'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 hair was pulled into two pom-pom like pigtails at the top of his head, and his balls were protruding from his thighs again, the outline of his miniscule penis clearly visible in the fabric of the too-small adorable green bikini bottom, rock hard with a wet spot at the tip. "Sir, I'm ready for my punishment." Mr. Brennan caught himself staring and moved quickly into the room, locking the door tight pussy behind him and allure 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 time walking to the desk as Mr. Brennan disrobes, choosing to enjoy the sight of his husky shop teacher giving him a private, albeit brief, strip show. His muscular upper body was covered in hair, only the sides of his torso, hips, and the undersides of his forearms being free from the fuzz. His cock was half hard and growing by the minute between his muscular thighs, the 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 sheets and circles him, extending his arm to run his hand over Joey's thighs, ass and crotch, each slide of his fingers eliciting a slight shake from him. Gripping the back of Joey's neck, the shop teacher forces his face to his own and passionetly kisses him, shoving his tongue deep into his mouth as his hands explore Joey's bikini-clad form. Joey grips his teacher's body with all of his limbs, his legs straddling Brennan around the waist as his hands grope the muscular shoulders and back 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 palms 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 posterior. By now Joey's bikini bottoms were scrunched into his ass cheeks and rubbing painfully on the tip of his cock. Squirming from the discomfort, Joey reaches down and unties the left side, the fabric falling away as his hips grind into the monster prick underneath him. Feeling the fabric sliding off of his young fucktoy's body, Mr. Brennan lifts Joey up with one hand, causing Joey anal to squeal in surprise and admiration, and positions 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 hand, cursing as he keeps flubbing his grip 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 soft purr as Joey spoons a liberal amount of greasy-yellow lube from the container onto two digits and slathers it onto Mr. Brennan's dick with his right hand, his left gripping his teacher's shoulder to steady 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 times before moving it up to Joey's asshole 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 head into Joey's clenching fuckhole. "Oohh, FUCK!" screams Joey, causing Mr. Brennan to slap his hand hard across his mouth, the sound of it reverberating around the shop room as Joey's now tense body slowly slips down Mr. Brennan's fuckstick inch by glorious inch. "Mmhhff," Joey exhales as the base of Mr. Brennan's cock makes contact with the pillowy cushions of his ass, the Teacher's hand still gripped firmly over Joey's mouth. Hands reaching behind him and placed on either of Mr. Brennan's knees, Joey begins to push himself upward a few inches as his bowels 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 insides rubbing his prostate and causing him to shudder involuntarily as he groans loudly. I'll try." Said Marie. Shaking his head, he had to look again, damn if the program was far too complex to be a hacker program. She hummed a short tuneless noise that practically oozed satisfaction. 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