One-Shot series

Gerard had just gotten off of the school bus. He still had a faint image of Frank
in his mind. Frank was just a kid, a loser, that he teased at school. Why couldn't
he stop thinking about Frank?
He sat in the far right corner of his bed, palming himself through his jeans. His
eyes were closed, his mouth was open only a little bit.
Soon, Gee couldn't take the heat and pulled off his pants, along with his boxers.
He stroked himself to the thought of Frank.
Gerard's hair was hanging loosely over his own eyes. "Fr-" he began to
whimper, but stopped himself. His parents were only in the kitchen, but they'd
definitely hear him moan for Frank.
He slid his thumb over the slit, which made him feel warm in his stomach.
He then dug his thumb into the slit, and then almost screamed, but stopped
himself by covering his mouth with a free hand.
He kept the hand clamped there, and continued to moan softly into his own
palm.
Soon, he came.
Little did Gerard know, Frank was doing the same thing.

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