The Guitar Tutor

I spent my whole Sunday thinking about him.
Thinking about his swift hands gliding along his piano.
Thinking about his scruffy red hair.
Thinking about his warm lips against mine.
Thinking about how he moaned and screamed as he came all over my stomach.
Thinking about my cum slowly dripping from his lips.
I felt so dirty. His scent clung to me like a parasite, like such a fucking sweet, comforting, life-leaching perfume. It was torture, knowing that he felt the same way about me but we couldn’t be together. I was a student and he was a teacher, we could convince ourselves that we could keep it secret all we wanted but in the end, somebody would find out and it would be catastrophic.
You know what I was saying about Romeo and Juliet? How stupid it was because they got married within five hours of meeting each other and Juliet was only thirteen? I take that back. I take that whole fucking thing back. We had rushed into things so quickly – I lost my virginity to him before I even learned his first name. I'm such a fucking idiot. What was I thinking?

I woke up on Monday, realising that I was being tutored by Gerard and had to go into school and let Brandon see the cast and almost started crying. I just wanted my life to end.
I walked into my classroom and everyone immediately stared at my cast. Jamia gave me a worried look and gestured for me to sit next to her. Strangely enough, I couldn’t find Brandon or his whores anywhere. I had regained some movement in my lower jaw and could vaguely pronounce simple sentences.
“Where’s… Brandon?” I whispered to Jamia.
“They all got called to the head’s office. They’re in some deeeeep shit.” My heart stuttered. They couldn’t hurt me anymore, could they? I hoped so hard that this would be the end of what they were doing to me but I knew deep down that this would probably just make it worse again. They were past all point of giving a shit if they were expelled or suspended; all they cared about was hurting me. The fucking sadists.
My guitar lesson was right in the middle of French. All through the first part of the lesson I was trying not to panic as much as I could but I just couldn’t. my breath started getting faster and more shallow and I had to bite my lip until it bled to try and stop myself. I looked at the clock. Five minutes until my lesson started. I put my hand up and asked to go to my lesson. I walked to the music cupboard, my hands fidgeting in my pockets. I got my guitar out and lightly knocked on the practise room door. Gerard opened the door and smiled.
“Hey, is your nose ok?” he asked. I could tell he was more uptight than usual.
“y-yeah.” I whispered.
“Frank, about Saturday. W-we can’t d-do this. You’re my student-“
I nodded. “I know.” I looked down “I'm sixteen. I'm of legal age.”
“I know, Frankie. But you’re still so young. I can’t do this. My career could be ruined. i would do anything to be with you but we just can’t, ok?” his beautiful hazel eyes teared up. I just stared at them for what seemed like eternity because that was the only thing that I could do at that moment.
He jolted us out of it.
“anyway,” he said, turning around and sorting out his books “get your tabs out and show me what you’ve been doing.” He sat down on the other chair and I sorted through my tabs, my heart heavy. I just tried to cram everything in the back of my mind and just play. I played through my first piece, stairway to heaven, went through a few scales and some chord exercises, trying to concentrate as hard as I could on what I was playing. I had no idea what I was feeling, it was like this strange mix of emptiness, but being sad and angry at the same time. I was pressing the frets and strumming the strings so hard to distract myself that I snapped the D string. An excruciating scream came from the amp, the distortion making it even worse. Gerard’s hand darted out and turned the volume down on the amp. My eyes started to tear up and I looked down.
“hey,” he said, gently cupping my face, “I’ll go down to the music cupboard and see if they have a spare D string, ok baby?” he said.
“i-it’s not that.” I stuttered. Tears started running down my face. I awkwardly breathed through my mouth, not being able to breathe through my nose and I hid my face in my hands. Why the fuck was I such a baby?
He took me into his arms and held me there. His scent was so comforting. He nuzzled into my neck and kissed me lightly.
“I love you Frankie, ok? I’ll always be here. I-I love you.” He whispered. He just held me in his arms and let me cry. I didn’t even know what I was crying about anymore. All I knew was that I wanted him. I wanted him so bad it hurt.

We stayed there like that until the bell went for lunch. I got up to put my sheets away.
“Hey, wait. Just spend lunch with me today. I want to make sure they don’t hurt you again.” He said. I paused.
“I can’t” I whispered “I said… I’d meet Jamia behind the canteen.”
“Jamia – she’s the one with short black hair that goes to the pride alliance, right?”
I nodded.
“ok.” He smiled and kissed me on the forehead “stay safe baby. I love you.” I collected my things and walked out, my mind fuzzy.

I turned the corner to the back of the canteen. Jamia was already there and when she saw me, she ran into my arms and gave me a bone crushing hug.
“Brandon’s suspended until Thursday, She said “and he’ll probably get expelled.” She smiled.

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