The Guitar Tutor

The bell went and I went to my first lesson, which just so happened to be music. Gerard was sitting where Mrs Wickers usually sat and he grinned when he saw me.
“Hi, as you already know, my name’s Mr Way and I’ll be taking over Mrs Wickers’ role as she’s now mostly teaching A-level music.” He sat down, took the register and told us to get on with our pieces. About ten infinite minutes later, he sat down next to me.
“can I listen to your pieces again?” he murmured, smirking. I grinned and played my pieces, my hands gliding slowly over the keys – I could almost feel his eyes scraping over my body and I could imagine the concentration that glazed over his eyes. I finished the pieces, he took off the headphones and smiled.
“it’s good, it’s interesting. You’re still ok for meeting me in the music office this lunch, right?” he asked under his breath. I nodded and smiled.
“good, I can’t wait babe.” He skimmed his fingers over my shoulder, my body tingling.

The lessons between music and lunch seemed to go on forever. All I could concentrate on was his touch, his scent, his eyes.
His fucking hazel eyes.
“can you answer the question, Iero?” my maths teacher asked condescendingly. I was so absorbed in my daydream that I had no idea what she just said.
“can you repeat it, please?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.
“pay attention next time, that behaviour is not acceptable.”
I met Jamia behind the canteen at break, as usual.
“You seem distant.” She said suspiciously.
“I'm alright.” I said, fiddling with a stick on the ground.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Not much.” I started throwing the stick around.
“You sure? I thought you’d be excited for the prank tomorrow.” She rubbed my arm.
“I am, don’t worry.” I smirked.
“oh.” She said curtly.

The next two hours of lessons were the most boring one hundred and twenty minutes I’ve ever experienced, and with the teaching of science in my school, that is truly saying something. The bell for lunch took me by surprise, I jumped in my seat, packed up my stuff as quickly as I could and hurried to the music office. I knocked on the door. Gerard opened it.
“Hey,” he dragged me into the office “how’s your day been?” he caressed my cheek, I looked up at him and smiled.
“it’s been great, what about you?” I asked.
“It’s been fantastic.” He slid his hands down to my waist, “all I wanna do is kiss you again, but someone might find us.” He pouted and I hugged him closer.
“I love you.” I whispered.
“I love you too baby.” He moved his hand back up to my face, “how’s your nose doing?”
“It doesn’t hurt as much now, I can kinda talk.”
“oh baby, I'm so sorry about what happened. I hope that Brandon kid gets expelled for life.” He kissed me on the forehead, “anyway, sit down and we can talk for a bit if you want. Have you got lunch?”
“I'm not hungry.”
“aw Frankie, you need to eat. You’re so thin baby.”
“um, Gerard? Just out of curiosity, how old are you?” I mumbled. He chuckled.
“I'm 24.” He laced his fingers into my hand, “anyway, we should probably get to know each other a bit better, you know? I want to know everything about you, favourite colour, why you play guitar, your favourite music, all of that.” I chuckled,
“so this is like a date?” I asked.
“you could call it that I guess.” He smiled, “so what is your favourite colour?”
“Green I think, what about you?”
“Violet. Favourite music?”
“um, I kinda like the Misfits, Iron Maiden, Slipknot, Alkaline Trio, that kinda thing I guess. That’s what got me into guitar.” I ruffled my hair.
“you like Slipknot? Cool, what’s your favourite album?” he asked.
“I don’t know dude, Subliminal Verses was pretty good but their new one, they gray chapter, is pretty good.”
“favourite song?” he asked, stroking his fingers up and down my hand.
“it changes all the time. I’ve been listening to stairway to heaven a lot because it’s one of my grade seven pieces, but overall it’s probably Helena by the Misfits or Nose Over tail by Alkaline Trio.”
“You have good taste. which version of nose over tail, Damnesia or Goddamnit?” he smirked.
“Goddamnit, the Damnesia version is still pretty good, but Goddamnit’s the best.”
Gerard’s eyes wandered longingly to the music cupboard door.
“Fuck, Frankie – I can’t stop thinking about last weekend. I really wanna do it again, I love you so much baby.” He bit his lip.
I had no idea what to say. Part of me wanted to go with him to the music cupboard, prop a double bass or some other heavy instrument against the door and fuck him. But the rational part of me was saying it was a bad idea. He was older and a teacher, someone was bound to find out and he’d be in so much trouble, not to mention how I felt when I came back from his. I felt terrible, I felt like some cheap whore that gave their virginity to someone I had only know for about two seconds.
But I loved that feeling, and that feeling eventually got replaced by a longing for his skin against mine.
“me too baby.” I darted my eyes over to the music cupboard and, as if by telepathy, he grabbed me by the wrist, dragged me inside and propped a chair weighed down by an old tuba against the door. He held me close and started kissing me. I wrapped my hands around his neck and deepened the kiss.
His hands skimmed my skin around my waist and he started grinding against me, my whimper being dampened by his mouth on mine. His erection dug into my thigh and I moved my hip forward to slowly tease him. He stifled a moan and slid his hand down to my crotch, palming my already hardening dick. I moaned as throbs of pleasure shot up my spine.
“more baby.” I groaned, throwing my head back. He smirked, slowly undid my trouser zip to tease me and tentatively slid his hand down my boxers, his hand barely slimming my skin.
He started teasing the tip of my dick with his thumb and engulfed half my dick into his hand. I bit down on my lip to prevent myself moaning like a whore and bucked my hips forward. He pumped my dick and I whimpered helplessly. His fingers then drifted down to my entrance and he started slowly teasing my hole.
“have you ever done anything like this before, Frankie?” he murmured in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I shook my head. He smirked and stroked my body through my school shirt, his hand coming up to my mouth.
“suck.” He ordered. I coated his fingers in my saliva, bobbing my head up and down. He groaned, obviously thinking about me sucking on something else.
He withdrew his fingers from my mouth, a small string of saliva connecting them with my lips. Suddenly I felt him push two of his fingers inside me. it burned as he stretched me out, but then he hit my prostate and all I could see where coloured splotches in front of me. a drop of precum leaked out of my dick and he caught it on the fingers of his other hand and put them to his mouth, tasting me.
“you taste so fucking good Frankie,” he purred “good boy – f-fuck- you’re so tight baby, you want me to keep going?” he asked innocently as he started pumping his fingers in and out of my hole. I nodded greedily and arched my back, stifling another loud moan.
“turn around.” I did as I was told and bended over the old piano I was originally leaning against. He dragged my trousers down to my ankles, his fingers still buried inside me and scratching at my sweet spot. I heard him unzip his trousers.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Frank?” he asked. I nodded.
“P-please baby.” I moaned. He lined himself up with me.
“Please what, Frankie?” he tormented as he teased my entrance with his tip.
“make me come so hard babe.” I begged. He groaned and slowly pushed himself inside me, moaning like a whore. He gave me some time to adjust before he started slowly pumping. I gripped at the edge of the piano, feeling a burning sensation, but then Gerard’s hips snapped forward and ploughed into my sweet spot, making me moan his name loudly.
“u-uh, Gerard – fuck – faster.” I begged. He immediately sped up, ploughing into my sweet spot even harder. I groaned and threw my head back.
“good boy Frankie,” he purred against the skin on my neck, “you like my dick stretching you out, don’t you babe?” he started going harder.
“oh fuck yes – aAaaHh – keep doing it like that baby it feels so fucking good.” He grabbed my hips and started thrusting me down onto his dick in time with his thrusts; he was completely buried inside me. I gritted my teeth through the burning and focused on his deep, slutty moans. My dick throbbed, begging to be touched. I reached my hands down to stroke my length but then Gerard reached his hands down and started pumping me in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck Frankie I'm so close, turn back around and let me see you cum for me baby.” He almost screamed. I could feel my own orgasm approaching, the tightness in my lower stomach building up.
“oh fuck I'm gonna cum.” I whimpered. Just two more thrusts and thick ropes of hot, sticky white liquid shot out of my dick and all over his chest. The sight of me coming and how I clenched around his dick drove him off the edge, as he came inside me with a string of swearing, the stickiness filling me up and slowly dripping out of my body.
He kissed my forehead.
“that was so good baby.” He laced his fingers with mine.
“I love you.” I said.
“I love you too Frankie.”

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