I was so tired of school. It sucks. Constant bullying, mocking, and blatant stupidity. But there was one good thing about school. Mr. Way, my art teacher.
He has firetruck red hair, wears skinny jeans, and band t-shirts. He has a pointy nose and sharp jaw, I'd say he's gorgeous.
I walked into my last class of the day, art. "Frank, you're late." Mr. Way said, lust lingering in his voice. "Sorry, sir." I said, pointing at my nose, which was covered in blood, from being shoved face first into a locker.
"Are you okay!?" Mr. Way said, running up to me. I flinched when he reached out to touch my nose. "I'm alright. It'll heal." I said, with a small smile.
"See me after class, Iero, we need to talk." He said, practically staring into my soul. I sat down, calming down from the interaction. He's so pretty. He's like in between handsome and pretty. Right in the middle.
Class ended fairly quickly, and I got more anxious as the clock ticked. The bell rang, and students started pouring into the hallways. "You want to see me, Mr. Way?"
He locked the door,walking up to me. "E-everything alright, Sir?" I said, anxiously backing away. "Frank, I see the way you look at me." He said, slowly rubbing his hand against my face. "I see the way you look at me, Mr. Way, " I said, lying out my ass knowing he barely looked at me to begin with.
"Frank, do you want to be my toy? Wanna call me Daddy? Be my little boy?"
He said, staring deep into me. "Y-yes, sir." I whispered, my nerves easing but my heart still racing. "What's my name?" He demanded. "D-daddy.." I said, grinning slightly.
He dragged me over to his desk and pulled me into his lap. I started grinding on him, hearing groans from himself, and whimpers from myself. "F-fuck baby boy, you're so good." He said, moaning into my ear. Chills were sent up my spine as he moaned in my ear. We both continued grinding until I was close.
"F-fuck! Daddy I'm gonna cum..!" I said, whining loudly. "Cum for me Frankie" and at that I became a moaning mess and came into my boxers. He continued grinding. I whimpered in overstimulation. "Wait for Daddy to cum, baby" He said, holding my hips down, grinding up on me. "F-fuck fuck fuck!" I said, as we both came. Second time for me.
"Good boy.." He said, smiling and kissing me softly. "Now I'd suggest you get home before your mother gets suspicious. And here's my number. " He handed me a small piece of paper with his number, signed 'Gee <3'. "Thank you, Daddy," I said, walking away.
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Thank you for reading!!! BTW Frank is an adult in this. He's 18, obviously.
