'Oh my God, He was jacking off into my skirt while he was on the phone earlier!' The thought sends Joey over the edge and he starts to come, his balls tightening and his cock flaring as the first spurt of come fires 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 full length of cock, his ass muscles squeezing his colon in rhythmic waves as his body rests, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan's chest. The next half dozen spurts of come shoot between Mr. Brennan's hairy stomach and Joey's heaving chest. Smiling at the top of Joey's bobtailed head, he lefts the seniors 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 bowels 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 skirt still shoved into Joey's mouth as the slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh echoed around the shopclass, Mr. Brennan's grunts softly making a counterpoint to each mewl and squeal. As the wooden legs of the woodpress began to rock ever so slightly from the force 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 Blowjobs and out to land on Wild Teen Sex his own face, hot and sticky. Grunts and half-muffled screams sounded from the skirt-stuffed mouth of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom. The contractions from Joey's asshole were too much for Mr. Brennan, whose dick suddenly swelled and erupted, sending millions of sperm deep into Joey's ass as Mr. Brennan held their hips together, leaned down, and began to kiss and suck Joey's face, slurping up the boys come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their torsos with even more of the sticky white substance. They pressed themselves together for what felt like an eternity but was actually closer to several minutes before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan's cock as it slid out of Joey's asshole sounding like a cork 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 cleanup station and throwing Joey a washrag before cleaning himself up with another, then moving to the woodpress Innocent Amateur Teen 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 cars, 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 home, his cell rang again, the 8-bit sounds barely audible over Portishead's Glory Box playing over the sound system. "Heya!" Joey exclaimed into teen the mouthpiece as he answered the phone. A rough voice came from the earpiece, distorted somewhat, "I saw you and Mr. Brennan today. If you don't want anyone to know about you and he, come to the Oyster Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your cheer outfit." The mysterious man hung up, leaving Joey breathless. 'Who was this guy? What did he expect him to do? And the brunettes Oyster Bar? What are you doing here, little man?” He asked me. 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