“I’m trying to be fair with you because you don’t yet have your degree, and I appreciate the fact that you are a returning student, but…Gerard, are you even listening to me?”

I blew out a puff of air and turned from the papers I was grading, “Yes. My room is messy, I need to clean it. I’ve just been really busy.”

“Busy doing what? I’ve been told by several other teachers that you don’t leave the school each day until four o’ clock or later. Why don’t you use that time to clean?”

I hated having a boss. It’s worse than having a mother, “I will take care of it. There’s a student who comes in each day for extra help on his projects. If I make him stop he’ll get behind.”

Kind of a half-truth. Frank did stay after school, but he didn’t get extra help on his project. We mostly just talked, which led me to learn a lot about him. Such as all his turn-ons which I definitely planned on using later on. And I can’t say having all that time with him didn’t persuade me to bump up his grade a little. If I let him get too behind he’d be switched to a different class and have no excuse to see me.

“What’s this student’s name? Should he be transferred to another class?”

“No, of course not. He can do all of the assignments, he just takes longer than the others. I need to prepare for my next class now.” Smooth change of subject.

He scowled, “All right. Have this place cleaned up by tomorrow. No excuses.”

He was gone before I even had time to nod.

…

I of course didn’t even start to clean when school ended. I wound up sat in my chair with Frank curled up in my lap and my finger twirling some of his soft fringe. He was really bad for my motivation to do anything productive. And I didn’t have much of that to begin with.

“Frank, my room is getting really messy. And it’s your fault,” I said, making the decision to call him out on it.

“I didn’t tell your students to be lazy slobs.” Was his witty reply.

“No, but you keep me from doing the cleaning and you never do it yourself anymore. The principal actually came and yelled at me during my planning period today. Said it’s a safety concern.”

He glanced around briefly, ““Your room is a safety hazard. I’ll help you clean up.”

Then he hopped down and actually started cleaning. I groaned internally. This was not how I wanted to spend my afternoon, but I did want to keep my job. So I went to work picking up broken pottery and organizing various sharp tools. The fact that the school let kids use those was scary enough, and then they put me in charge of their safety with them. It was a disaster waiting to happen anyway.

The room got cleaned fairly quickly, but the clock turned to four in the same amount of time. That was an issue, because I wanted to spend more time with Frank. But I needed to finish some homework from my college course. I was falling behind. Stupid responsibilities.

“I don’t want to go home!” Apparently Frank had the same mind set.

I pulled him in for a kiss, “I don’t want you to go home either, but I’ve gotta grade papers and I’m sure you have homework. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Crap, I did have papers to grade. The day was just getting worse and worse.

Frank started just staring at me in the saddest, most adorable way ever. I wanted to just give in and let him stay a little longer, but I had to stay strong. Responsibility demanded it! Still, I felt really bad. I’d crack if I let him keep looking like that, “I really have stuff to do Frank. Otherwise I’d invite you over. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

I turned away from him and picked up my stuff, figuring that he’d give up and go home. It’s what he usually did when he got like this. Instead he was standing there when I turned around. I was about to tell him to go again when I felt his body and lips pressed against mine. So not fair on his part, but I can never resist a kiss from Frankie. Soon my bag was on the floor, Frank was on my desk, and our tongues were playing a game of tag.

By then I knew it was hopeless. I wasn’t getting anything done that day even if I wanted to. He was providing too much of an opportunity. A wonderful, wonderful opportunity…

I pulled away from him, “You don’t play fair, Frankie. And you know what happens to people who ignore the rules. They get penalized.”

He stiffened, presumably out of fear. Then I started pulling him in the general direction of my car. He’s the one that put himself in the situation; I was just taking advantage of it. And I had so many ideas that started before we even reached my house. I was horribly turned on from all the images, and frankly it was becoming irritating. I needed relief.

I reached over and guided his hand to my slowly tightening pants. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his uncertain face. I ground up into his hand in order to show him that he wasn’t allowed to say no. But he still just sat there looking deep in thought. The kid was really ticking me off.

“Frank, just do what I want or I’ll make it a lot worse at my house.”

His eyes widened just slightly as that. Then he went to work. Now, I’m a very good driver. I can concentrate on the road through almost anything. So Frank jacking me off was no big deal…Until he took it upon himself to get creative. I was alright through most of the teasing and scratching, but when he decided he’d rather it be a blow job I lost it. My hands jerked at the sensation of his moist tongue, and the car swerved toward the yellow line.

“Fuck, are you trying to get us in a wreck? I can only take so much, Frank.” I practically yelled at him.

“It was your idea.”

I looked over to see an innocent little smile on his face. An illusion to say the least, “My idea to get a simple hand job, not a full on tease session. I also didn’t say stop, just back off.”

He went back to what he was doing before, but without all the fancy techniques. It caused me to cum anyway. I just didn’t kill us in the process.

And then we were at my house. I instantly pulled him into the bedroom. It was where all of my “ideas” were stored. I pinned him to the bed and licked his ear, “I got to thinking about what you said. You know, about being turned on by being dominated and feeling helpless?”
Then I reached over to open a drawer by the bed, giving him a full view of the toys I had been buying over the past week.

Notes

Pervy, pervy Gee....