Gerard:

Holy sex on legs. Yes, I did just say that. Shut up. Anywhore, that teacher, Mr. Iero, I would so bang him. Shut up Gerard, you may be gay, but he happens to be your teacher. But still, I could see some of those tattoos he has, like the bookworm on his knuckles and his Halloween one too. God, why does every guy that is perfect for me end up either being straight, taken, or not even legal to have? Why?

But really, that body...

I just realized that everyone is staring at me.

"Gerard?"

God, his voice...

"Gerard?"

"Oh shit, um, sorry Sir. Zoned out for a second, what were you saying?"

Smooth move, asswipe. Now he'll think you're a fucking moron.

"Would you please tell us the definition of Art, without reading it from the book."

I heard a few snickers from the back.

"Um, sure."

"Thank you."

"Um, well, Art is the large range of human activities and the results, or products of those activities. Many people turn to Art because it is an escape for them, not just a job or profession, but something that they can lose themselves in for a while, something that lets them forget all of the shit that's been going on and just lets them focus on something beautiful, or horrific, depends on the mood, I guess."

Nice save big-mouth.

"Thank you Gerard, I see you've been studying in class, unlike some students."

He looks at the boys.

"Now, since it is our first day back, I want you all to paint, draw, or even write something that means something dearly to you, and I want it handed in by Friday of this week."

A large amount of groans erupted from the classroom.

"Oh, just shut the fuck up and draw senseless shit then."

My eyes got BIG. Our teacher, teacher mind you, just swore at us. Swearing may not seem like a big thing, but our teachers are so fucking strict we can't even say Hell without being sent to the fucking office. I swear just to get kicks out of everyone. I'm a bad boy, and I need to be punished.

Woah, where did love life Gerard come in? Why am I saying I love this guy? Love doesn't exist, or, maybe... No, stop it Gerard, you don't love, you can't love, fuck it, Mr. Iero makes an exception. I mean, come on, he gives straight guys boners. But that's the thing, he may be straight. Ugh, why can't I focus?

I look towards my empty canvas and think for a minute. A brilliant idea pops in my head and I get started. I make sure to have the right colors and that the lines are all neat and perfect. I am done with the sketch before I start painting. I suddenly sense that someone's behind me and I almost piss myself when I see who it is.

There is, a fucking gorgeous teacher looking over my drawing!

"That is very good Gerard, where did you get the idea to draw this?"

"Well, I just thought about the definition of Art and how it helps people forget things for a while and I drew what was on my mind."

"Well, I like it, keep it up."

"Thank you."

Like I said, bonerific.


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Frank:

Fuck yes! He's gay, I knew it! When I went to Gerard's painting, I nearly shouted when I saw it. There were two men kissing, one of them looked like Gerard, while the other, the other looked like me a bit, the tattoos that he obviously tried to hide, my scorpion tattoo, my hair he definitely tried to change, and the fucking eyes, they were breath taking. He drew them in such perfect detail I have no idea how he didn't notice me until I cleared my throat. He nearly jumped.

"That is very good Gerard, where did you get the idea to draw this?"

"Well, I just thought about the definition of Art and how it helps people forget things for a while and I drew what was on my mind."

"Well, I like it, keep it up."

"Thank you."

I walked back to my desk and tried to hide my very embarrassing erection.

"Gerard?"

He looked up, almost as red as I was.

"Y-Yes Sir?"

"Please come to my classroom after school I would like to talk about your painting."

"Um, yeah, sure."

"Thank you."


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Gerard:

Holy Christ, Holy fucking Christ. Mr. Iero, my teacher, wants me to visit him after school. Stop it Gerard, he probably just wants to ask you more about your painting, or, *gulp* why you have him as the other male in the picture. I make it through the rest of the day, but not without being a nervous wreck. I told the guys to just go to the house and wait for me, and that I wouldn't be long, but holy fuck, I was completely wrong on that part.

I walked into the now vacant classroom.

"Ah, hello Gerard, please, have a seat."

He gestured to the chair in front of him. I sat down. Now, I'm fucking nervous. I keep twitching and I have to keep crossing and uncrossing my legs.

"Gerard, calm down, it's not like I'm gonna eat you or anything."

God, why the fuck did he have to say that? Why couldn't he just say, Oh don't worry, you're not in trouble, or maybe, something that isn't thought of in many different ways. I heard him mumble something under his breath.

"What was that Sir?"

"Nothing, nothing. So, Gerard, tell me about your painting."

"Um, well, it's kind of embarrassing."

"Oh, well, what's wrong with it?"

"Well, a lot of people are homphobes and I just drew them all wrong and I can't fucking draw worth a shit."

"Lies."

"What?"

"I said lies. You can draw, Gee, you're fantastic at it, I mean, compared to me, you should be the teacher."

"O-Oh."

"I mean it, Gerard, now, what do you think of it now?"

I looked at the painting.

"Well, I guess I used the correct amount of paint for each blend in the painting."

"Exactly. You do have talent Gerard, tell me something else, like, what inspired this painting?"

"Um, well, someone I like I guess. But it's impossible to get him."

"No it's not."

"What do you mean, Sir?"

I looked at him with wide eyes. He stared back with force, and, I think, lust?

"I said it isn't because they like you too."

"How do you know?"

"Because, I do."

He lunged at me and pulled me into his lap. I groaned against his lips and his hands trailed down my back and lifted up my shirt a bit, just so he could proceed to trace small circles on my back. I ground my hips down into his lap. Now it's his turn to moan. I grabbed his hair and bit his tongue, while he attempted to take off my shirt. Damn my fucking awesome choice of clothes.

"I want you on my desk, naked, sprawled out, and touching yourself."

Fuck, that is dirtier than anything I've ever heard, and I've heard quite a bit. I quickly obeyed him, after he pushed me down onto my knees and slapped my ass.

"I want you to crawl."

I crawled over to the desk, threw off the skirt, leggings, and heels, and started rubbing myself through my panties, I choose to wear lace thongs because they feel really comfortable to me.

"Fuck Gee."

I turned to face the teacher, he had his pants just low enough where his dick could spring out, he went commando today, nice. His shirt was unbuttoned and his tie was really loose, and he held his erect dick in one hand and a ruler in the other.

"Now, bend over."

"What's with the ruler?"

"Now!"

I quickly turned back around and bent over his desk. My cock was leaking pre-cum and I just needed to be touched. He quickly fixed that for me, and I also found a new pain fetish, one consisting of rulers.

"Count down from 20."

"W-What?"

"You just had to act all innocent, you really think I didn't notice your hard on in class, or the tattoos in the painting? You think I'm completely oblivious? That you're so clever, huh?"

Fuck.

"Now, count!"

Slap.

I groaned in pain.

"One."

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

"Two, three, four, five."

After a while, I think at nine, the hits started feeling really good, all the pain went straight to my dick. Fuck, I have weird kinks. When Mr. Iero was done, he tied my hands above my head with his tie and spread my legs.

"Gerard, this is gonna feel really weird."

"What do you mea- Ah!"

He started licking into my asshole. His tongue sliding in every now and then, not too much, just a bit, but god, it felt fucking amazing. He suddenly darted his tongue in a hit my prostate. I tried hard not to scream, fearing that someone would hear.

"It's okay Gerard, You'll have me soon enough."

He stood back up and dropped his pants all the way down. He lined up with me and stared at me.

"Just fuck me, now."

He shoved into me as hard as he could, slamming right into my prostate. God, how did he know where it was already? I tried biting back another scream, but I couldn't so I smashed our lips back together as he drove into me relentlessly. He slammed into my prostate again and he started sucking on my neck.

"I want you to beg for it, do it, you little slut."

"Please, God, please, fuck me harder, faster."

He started going deeper and faster, I have no idea how he has this much stamina, but it is amazing. I suddenly saw him pull something off of his desk. A cock ring. He slid it onto me and fastened it.

"You don't cum unless I say so, got it?"

"Yes, god, fuck me."

"Good bitch."

He started slamming into me again, slipping filthy words into my ear, rubbing my cock against the desk on purpose, telling me how good of a whore I am, and I was loving every second of it. He suddenly stopped and pulled out.

"On your knees, Way."

I did as he commanded. He held his swollen cock up to my mouth.

"Suck on it like a good bitch and I may just let you come."

I quickly engulfed him into my mouth. I loved the taste of him, me, us, he started pulling on my hair which made me moan in pleasure. I licked the tip of his cock and slid my tongue into the slit, collecting all of his pre-cum. I love the feeling of the weight of his shaft in my mouth. I started bobbing my head back and forth, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible. Soon enough, he was coming down my throat. I swallowed it all.

"Stay down."

He gripped my now-painful dick and stroked it while he shoved his tongue down my throat.

"You did so well Gerard, you may come now."

He took the cock ring off and jacked me off a few more times before I finally came. It was maybe the best orgasm I have ever had, ever. He kept petting me and telling me what a good boy I was. He finally stood up and helped me get redressed.

"I'll see you after school tomorrow Gerard. Same time."

"Okay Sir."

I walked out of the room.
I just fucked the teacher.
I just fucked the teacher!

Notes

Holy shiiiiit! That was a long ass update!!!! Anyways, I hoped you liked chapter two, I stayed up three extra hours just to type that for you, my loveliest of lovelies. A quick reminder to you all, I won't be able to update every five days anymore and I might have to go back to every weekend because my mom is going to be taking online courses and I still don't have my new laptop yet and mom needs the laptop so less time for me. (BOO!)
Anywhore,
Question Of The Day/Night,
What is the longest you've ever stayed up?
Mine is all night for two nights in a row. >:D Beat that bitches. (Just kidding, you're not bitches, you're lovelies. <3)

I hope you all have a great Day/Night, and I will see you the next time I update!
XOXO
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