What Happens in Art Class...

Spirit week. I hated it in high school, and I hated it even more once I was a teacher. All the girls using every possible excuse to dress like little sluts. All the stupid jock guys thinking their lame ass costumes were cool. Being unable to say anything about it without them whining about “freedom of expression”. And the fact that the principal almost made me participate.


“It makes the students more likely to get involved!” he said.


It took a bit of effort not to flip him off and storm out of there. Instead I calmly explained that I try hard to earn the respect of the students through a professional appearance. I wouldn’t want to ruin this appearance by acting like them in the silliest week of the year. He accepted that load of bullshit and told me I at least had to wear jeans like some of the other teachers. I was perfectly okay with that.


The week itself actually wasn’t too bad. Sure, there was the occasional annoyance, but Frank had a way of making me forget my troubles after school. I mean, he did until Thursday. Until he decided to come to school dressed up like all the little whores. I had an instant erection when I set eyes on that tight black material, those smooth legs, the sexy glance he sent me. God, that kid was out to get me fired.


I thought it would be simple to keep this problem hidden. The class didn’t need any further instruction, so I just told them to get to work. No problem. Until a girl decided she needed help. And she looked really desperate, too. I had to tell her to come up to my desk because I was “busy with paperwork”. And all the while Frank sat with a cheeky little smirk on his face. Well, that smirk would be gone soon enough.


I was almost positive that he was joking when he went to leave after class. Still, I played along. I let him get to the door before speaking in as calm of a voice as I could muster, “Where do you think you’re going, Frank?”


“Home, of course, Mr. Way.” Mr. Way. He was really milking this for all it was worth.
“Frank, be a good boy and close the door.”


He did so after a moment’s hesitation. Then he turned around with wide, seemingly innocent eyes. I lifted a hand and curled my fingers in a “come hither” gesture. He walked torturously slowly towards me. Once he was within arm’s reach I stood and pulled him around to press our hips together. I might have been a little violent, but I had been holding it in for far too long to care. He gasped and rolled his eyes up at me.


“Mr. Way, as much as I’d love to stay this is a very dangerous place and it would take too long to go back to your house. I am still grounded, after all.”


“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve had an entire hour to solve that puzzle. And I thought of a perfect solution.” I murmured in his ear. And I wasn’t lying. These thoughts had been running through my mind all hour.


“And what’s that?”


“My supply closet locks from the inside.”


His eyes widened and we kind of scrambled over one another in order to enter the tiny space. The only downside to this plan was that there is no light on the inside of the closet. It didn’t matter, though, because I was still able to feel my way around his body and remove his clothes as he did the same to me. And then I had him pinned to the door with his perky little ass facing me just begging for me to get to work.


“Don’t make a sound.” I warned as I finally entered him. I realized my mistake almost immediately as he was making a lot of sound involuntarily. His hips slammed forcefully into the wood in front of him and his throat let out so many breathy moans that I swear I was becoming harder as I was thrusting. Then he started making the sounds I really wanted to hear. The ones that meant I had found his sweet spot. I briefly considered getting my revenge and dancing around it, but I was enjoying his little squeaks of ecstasy too much. Besides, I knew I was getting close at that point. SO instead of being logical and trying to be quieter I sped up my thrusts and made them as forceful as I could.


I knew when Frank had finished only by the fact that he yelled my name…And that I felt some liquid splatter on my torso. Must have ricocheted off the door. Anyway, then his muscles contracted around me and I was gone as well. We collapsed in a heap on the floor, both worn out completely.


“God…We are so dead if anyone walked into my room while that was happening.” I pointed out.
Frank giggled and kissed me, “It was worth it.”


I would have agreed if it weren’t for the thoughts of what would happen if we were found out. I would get fired and have to move in with Mom and Dad…Unless they were too disgusted to take me in. And what would happen to Mikey? Not a good thought.


“Next time warn me before you wear something like that to school.”


I felt him nod against me and held him for a while before getting up to check on the situation. Thankfully there was nobody in the room and the door was sealed tight. That was a good sign. Then came the matter of cleaning up the closet. Frank offered to do it, but I sent him away. It wasn’t much work anyway.


After I was finished with it I went home to find Mikey cooking dinner… “Cajun” again…


“Hey, bro, you look happy,” he said upon taking in my smiling face.


I shrugged, “I had a good day.”


He nodded slightly before his eyes widened and he pointed to my leg, “Uh…um…did this day by chance include Frank? Because you missed something…”


I looked down to see a spot of dried cum on my pant leg. It wasn’t a big deal to me, but Mikey was acting like I grew a third eye. “Yeah. Your point?”


“Gee! You can’t be doing that stuff at school! What if you got caught?!”


I sighed, “Trust me, Mikes, I know. I’m not exactly planning on making this a regular thing. Just drop it. I’m gonna go change. You should try to save whatever that is.” I pointed to his skillet and walked away, my fears once again rising up.

Notes

Oooo, and the worry sets in. Next chapter is when the fears are (somewhat) confirmed. I don't have that one with me, but you'll get it soon. Feedback, feedback, feedback my lovelies. It's more important to me than food.

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