Please Stay, Baby.

I woke up to Frank straddling my thighs, looking down at me intently. "What the fuck?" I said out loud. "Shut up. You're going to be my little whore tonight and you're going to do everything I say. You're not going to speak unless I tell you to. I don't want you to make any noises. You're going to give me your complete submission, and you will call me sir. You will be my submissive, and I will be your dominant. Do you understand?" His gaze on me is heated, and I manage to choke out, "Yes s-sir." He grabs my wrists and pulls them over my head and he starts to grind on me, lowering his body so his crotch is brushing against mine. I let out a small whimper and immediately regret it. "Did I hear something?" "No sir, you didn't." I assure him. "Good, because you will be punished if you do. You will bend over and I will spank you until you beg me to stop. Now, my little cock slut, you will please me." "Oh Frankie, yes sir." He lets go of my wrists and I attack his neck, biting and sucking and teasing. He starts to tug at the waistband of my pants, and works his hand into my boxers. I moan out and he stills, slapping me hard on the cheek. I'm somehow turned on by this and I keep going, tugging at his dark soft hair, and he chants my name. "Oh Gerard, you're such a good little pet."
I wake up, really this time. I realize I had a dream about Frank. A fantasy, is more like it. I sit up swiftly, and look over at Frank, who is still asleep in his bed. I lay back down, and hope that I didn't make any noises in my sleep. I look down and see that I have a boner straining against my pants, begging to be set free. I decide to take a shower and release some tension.
I go to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I strip down while I wait for the water to heat up, and once it is, I step under the hot spray. I lean my back against the wall and start to palm myself, and start to pick up a rhythm. I close my eyes and pump harder and sloppier, parting my lips a little. I feel myself rising, and I'm so close to release. I open my eyes as I cum into my fist, groaning softly, as I see Frank standing there watching intently as I come down from my orgasm. He lazily smiles, and crosses his arms. "That was so hot. I wish I could've helped. It looked like you could've.. Needed a hand?" He laughed at his own joke. "Were you maybe thinking about me?" He asks. "You have a gorgeous figure. I want to have it under me. Or on top, whichever you prefer." "C-Can you get out?" I stammer, trying to cover myself up. "Oh, of course my princess. First period starts in 15 minutes," he purrs as he leaves the bathroom. I quickly get out and turn off the water, drying myself off with the towel I hung on the side of the shower. I wrestle on a black hoodie and boxers, then slide on some dark jeans. I slide on my pair of Vans and grab my phone. I run my fingers through my wet, black hair. I look in the mirror one last time. I looked like death. I sigh, and race out the door, Frank havunf already left.
Once I get to my first period, art, I slump in my seat. My teacher was really cool, and he told us we shouldn't have to do any real work on our first day of our senior year. He told us to partner up with someone and get to know them. My partner was Billie Joe Armstrong, who was absolutely gorgeous in a dangerous kind if way. He had jet black hair that was messy in the sexiest way. He had dark green eyes that were darkened even more with eyeliner. It looked great on him. He was slim and wore a black shirt with a red tie, and some tight black skinny jeans with chain suspenders resting on his legs. He also wore black converse, the same pair I owned. He told me how he had a band, but they weren't official or anything. He said they practiced in his garage, but they had gigs at coffee shops and local bars and clubs. He invited me to see him play, and I happily accepted. He wrote his number on the inside of my palm, and told me to call him whenever I wanted to hang.
After first period, I didn't have any classes until fourth, which I shared with Frank. I was exhausted from having woken up earlier than usual, and decided to go back to my room for a power nap. Once I walked in, I saw Frank lying on his bed playing guitar. When he saw me, he put his guitar down and crossed his legs, resting his back against the wall. "So, tell me about the dream you had last night." I felt heat rush up to my fave, and I could tell I was blushing. "What are you talking about?" "Don't play dumb. I heard you moaning my name in your sleep last night. I was close to going over there myself and giving you a reason to moan my name." I turn around and place my books on my desk. "Nice ass," he tells me, smirking. I growl at him, "You must've been hearing things. Maybe you were having a dream about me, because I didn't have a dream about you." "Oh, so that's why you were jerking off in the shower this morning, right? Just admit it. Was I any good? What base did we get to? Who was bottom?" I was getting tired of his questions. "I need a cigarette," I sigh.

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