You'll Be My Detonator

I don't know why, but I was kind of excited about seeing Mr. Way after school.
I mean, sure, I was going to serve a detention, but I... Kind of... Liked him. Whatever, it's weird.

The bell rang and we all filed out. I stopped by my locker and stuffed my bag inside, then I headed over to the history classroom. I waited until all of the kids walked out until I entered.

"Frank." He said. "Glad you showed up." He, almost, smiled and gestured towards a chair that was in front of him.
"Hi, Mr. Way." I sat down and stared up at him, not knowing what I was going to do for the next hour. He just propped himself up on the edge of his desk and stared at me.
We sat there for nearly five minutes, just staring...
"What do you need me to do?" I asked, really wanting him to stop staring. Because, to be honest, he was really turning me on right now. The way he licked his lips when he would try to look away.

He kind of snapped out of it when I said something. He shook his head slowly and grabbed a book off his desk, opening it and setting it on his lap.
"Just do... Read or something." He stuttered. I dug through my bag and saw no books. None.
"Sir, I don't have any-"
"You don't have any books..." He interrupted, smiling.
"That's fine. Do you have anything else to do?" He ran his fingers through his hair and closed the book he had just opened.
"Uh... I have e-books... Can I read on my phone?"
"Ugh..." He sighed. "Isn't this what got you into detention in the first place?" He chuckled.
He had a point, but I, like, really need to see that picture again. He looked so innocent in real life, but seeing him in that picture... Oh my god. I began to feel my cock stand in my jeans.
Great.
"Frank?" He asked, waving a hand in front of my face. "You in there?"
"Yes sir..." I grabbed a piece of notebook paper and decided to start drawing. I was awful at drawing, but I still enjoyed doing it for some reason.
I had absolutely no idea what to draw though. I looked everywhere in the room, getting ZERO ideas, until my eyes lied upon Mr. Way... I mean, he wouldn't be THAT hard to draw, right?

I sketched the outline of his head, glancing up at him every few seconds.
"Frank?" He asked.
I looked up at him, waiting for his question.
"What are you drawing?" I blushed.
"Nothing..." He walked over to my desk and leaned against the edge.
I quickly hid the drawing and gave him a nervous smile.
"What is it?" He smirked. He leaned in closer, trying to look at the paper. I put my hands over the sheet and looked up at his face, that was now a few inches away.
His eyes met mine and lit up. I felt like everything in my world just...

Stopped.

His eyes darted down to my lips, then back up to my eyes. I knew what he was thinking. And I'm pretty sure he knew that I knew what he was thinking about it (if that makes sense).
I almost pulled away until he grabbed my shoulder with one hand and cupped my cheek with his other one. The embrace itself was pretty hot, but when he kissed me...
I couldn't handle it.
I went limp and slumped back into my chair, but Mr. Way was still attached to my lips, which I don't even know how that was possible.
He closed his eyes, I guess not caring that he was kissing a student.
Then he let go. I expected him to be all dramatic and run away, but he didn't.
Instead, he picked me up from my chair and satme on the edge of the desk.
"Sir, are you sure we can do thi-" I started saying, but he cut me off.
"Frank..." He panted. "You need this... I can see it in your eyes..." He attacked me again and shoved his tongue in my mouth.
He was getting rough...
"We'll be fine..." He unzipped my pants and took them off. Seeing my own bulge in my pants was saying that I needed this.
"You sure?"
He hummed in response and started palming me through my tight boxers, causing me to let out a soft moan of pleasure.
He slowly pulled down my boxers and smirked. I just blushed as he slid his hands up and down my thighs. Then, he quickly knelt down in between my legs and took me into his mouth. Feeling his mouth around me set me off. I felt a tingle down my spine and arched my back.
"Shit..." I moaned, grabbing at his hair. I thrust my hips up to him and, surprisingly, no gag reflex.
He just moaned slightly, causing the vibrations to run through my body.
He moved his tongue all over, knowing what places to hit. And here it comes.
That familiar tightening in my stomach.
"M-Mr. Way..." I said shakily.
He rested his hands on both of my thighs and kept going, until he got to that one spot.
I went over the edge and came hard into his mouth.
I moaned, trying to be quiet, going limp afterwards.
Mr. Way pulled off and stood back up to meet my eyes.

"Better?" He asked, fixing his shirt.
I nodded slowly, still trying to catch my breath.
He wiped his face and smiled, staring down at my thighs.
"Aren't you going to pull your pants up?" He whispered.
"Oh yeah.. Sorry." I quickly slid my pants up, still amazed that I had just gotten a blow job from my teacher. And my best friend's brother...

"Your detention is over. I assume you won't misbehave anymore?"
"Yes sir..." I said fixing my hair and shirt.

Notes

Omgahh :3

-Way.Into.Frank <3