Teacher Gerard

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Frank's POV

I stared down at my hands, hoping to draw no attention to myself. My art teacher, Mr. Way, was every girl's favorite teacher, even if they don't take art. I'm almost 99.9% sure that it's just because of how hot he is. But little do they know, Frank, that closeted emo kid, was drawn to him as well. I found myself staring towards Mr. Way, I quickly look away. Did he notice? I save myself from embarrassment, and just pretend like nothing happened at all. Mr. Way stands up, as the bell rings. I grab my books, and start walking towards the door behind everyone else. "Frank, I need to talk to you." I heard Mr. Way behind me. My heart started racing, did he notice me staring?? I take a deep breath and walk back towards Mr. Way. "Um, yeah?" I set my books down on a nearby desk. "I didn't see you working, did you do anything during this hour? I shake my head. "Nope, I don't really ever do anything." He sighs. "Frank, I see how you look at me during class." My heart dropped. I said nothing. Mr. Way stands up, towering over me, being short isn't always fun. "Frank," He bends down, so he could be on my level. "I love you." He whispered seductively. I felt my dick start getting hard. I knew I had a thing for him, but this took it to a whole new level. He closes the door, and starts shutting the blinds. "Mr. Way, Isn't this illegal?" I felt nervous. He shrugs. "Who knows...Oh, also, call me Gerard." He smirks and makes his way back over to me. He grabs me by my sleeve and pulls me into a powerful kiss. As he did that, he began to palm me through my jeans, making me moan. He pushes me up against a wall, gently kissing my neck, biting in areas, and probably leaving hickies. I moan too loudly, and Gerard pulls away. "You'll have to keep quiet Frankie, you don't want us to get caught do you?" He smirks seductively. I shake my head. "N-No..." I take a deep breath. "Good." He grabs me by my shirt and kisses me once more. He pulls my shirt off my body. He grins as he takes off his shirt as well. 

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