I'm Just A Normal Teenager

I froze. What could he want to tell me. "Yeah?" I asked shakily. "Dr. Stump is our teacher." He said, giggling as he snuggled closer into my side. "Is that seriously all you wanted to say?" I asked, a hint of anger in my voice. "Wow, calm down Gee. And no, that's not all of what I wanted to say." He said. "What is it?" I asked, hoping it wasn't something stupid once more. "Will you uh, um..." He choked out. "Continue." I said, catching his drift. "Will you m-marry m-me?" He asked. It was obvious in the way he spoke and his body language that he wasn't joking. I turned around to face Frank and once I did, there was a silver braclet in his hand. I closed the gap between our lips and held my hand out for him to slip the braclet on. "Yes! Yes! Of course I wil! I fucking love you!!" I screamed as I squished his face up against my chest.

His face lit up when he heard those words and he tackled me down on the bed. "I love you too, fiancé." He said. Those words seemed like gold dripping from his mouth as he spoke. I started to think about how everyone was going to react to us getting married, but was soon taken out of my thoughts when Frank's lips pressed on mine. He slithered his hand up my shirt and I felt his hard-on rubbing against my thigh. "Yo Frankie, not in a hospital bed. At least in the bathroom." I said, hearing him groan from the lack of contact. "Gahh okay." He said, jumping off the bed and heading for the door. I followed right behind him and soon walked in front, as he was getting a little bit lost. "Y'know you're hopeless with directions." I said as he shuffled behind me. "Hey! You didn't even tell me directions!" He grumbled. "Okay no I didn't, ill admit to that." I said. "Here's the bathroom." I said and as soon as I walked in, I was pinned against a wall.

I scuffed my way into a stall and locked the door behind us. He had me pinned against the wall again and was moving his hand into my boxers. "Mmm Frank." I moaned as he slowly jerked me off. "Turn around." He mumbled and pulled his pants down to his ankles. I obeyed and whimpered when the cold air hit my ass after Frank had tugged my pants down. He spat on his fingers and was silenced for a while. What the fuck was he doing? I turned around to see Frank with a faceful of fear and an embarrassed look in his eyes. "What's wrong babe?" I asked, confused as to why he'd suddenly stopped. "Look up." Was all he replied with. I looked up to see a, for what I'm guessing, 9 year old boy on top of the stall and looking down on us. "Fuck." I mumbled and pulled my pants up to my waist. Frank did the same and sighed, knowing that he'd have to give this stranger kid 'the talk'.

Notes

Hey, so sorry I haven't posted in six fucking days. I was in surgery to get my hip put back into place and had to stay for a while. But I'm all better now! Sorta, I have to see a physiotherapist and have weekly sessions with a doctor to try and get me to walk normally again. Till next time my killjoys. :)

KEEP RUNNING!