Frank's Point of View

Do you want me to be completely honest with you? Alright well, to put it simply Mr. Way is like a door, bangable. When I walked into his classroom yesterday afternoon I was blown away by his beauty practically. Tall, a bit muscular, lean also, long black chin-length hair, and hazel eyes, fuck I'd have my way with him on his desk if I could, sadly if I did it might cost him his job as well as get him put in jail.

I sat in my Junior English A class, listening to Mr. Logan explain the summary of some book, but I wasn't really paying attention, I never did pay attention in any of my classes with the exception of Mr. Way's of course. My head bobbed forward slightly due to my extreme boredom of this class before I laid it on my desk behind both of my forearms, dozing off to the sound of Mr. Logan's voice droning on.

"How do you want me Mr. Way?" I asked innocently while standing in front of my Art Teacher with his hands on the front of my jeans, his warm breath cascading over my face gently. My heart was pounding against my ribcage harshly as I swallowed the lump of anxiety in my throat down, letting my eyes flutter shut when he kissed the side of my head gently. He brought his hands up from my pants, placing them on both of my clavicles after he had slid his hands beneath the fabric of my black button-up shirt. I shivered from the sensation I received when his thumbs brushed over the bones slowly and teasingly.

"I want you bent over my desk," he whispered into my ear huskily before he grasped both flaps of my shirt and pulled them in opposite directions, popping all of the buttons off of my shirt in the process. I moaned lightly from the pull of his hands, feeling my erection strain even more under the fabric of my boxer briefs. I eagerly waited for him to remove my pants as well as my briefs, my hands combing through his raven black locks to encourage him further.

Once both articles of clothing were on the floor around my ankles, Mr. Way pulled my shirt off of my body before he tossed it across the room, leaving me stark naked in front of him. I decided to settle the score by pulling his black over coat off along with his tie and white button up only after I had stepped out of my pants and underwear, raking my nails over his bare chest. I smiled up at him when I felt him sigh under my touch, and wrap his arms around my middle.

"Mr. Iero? Mr. Iero!" a sharp voice shouted, snapping me out of the wonderful dream I was having, causing my eyes to shoot open while I jumped in my chair slightly from shock. I looked up quickly to find Mr. Logan looming over me, his eyes narrowed into a hard glare. "Class ended ten minutes ago, I suggest you get up from your desk, gather up all of your belongings, and high tail it out of here to your next class," his low voice said warningly, making my eyes grow wide with fear.

'Fuck, I'm gonna' be late to Mr. Way's class,' I thought to myself as I stood up from my desk urgently, and picked all of my books up before stuffing them in my bag. I bolted out of Mr. Logan's classroom, shouting a short goodbye to him as I went. Thankfully Mr. Logan had woken me up before my dream had gotten any more heated, which meant that I was only a little hard, and it was easily hidden.

"Frank, you're late, mind telling me why that is?" Mr. Way asked once I was inside of his classroom and standing in front of his deck, breathing heavily. Let me tell you, smoking does wonders for you lungs. Of course I'm kidding.

"I uh, don't really have an explanation," I managed to say through all of my panting as I looked around the room, seeing everyone sitting in pairs with their desks pushed out of the way so that easels and stools could be there instead. When I caught sight of Jamia smiling at me with Bob Bryar, one of our closer friends, beside her, I nodded my head at them for acknowledgment. When I looked back at Mr. Way I was a bit startled, I couldn't believe that I hadn't noticed this before. Mr. Way was wearing the exact same outfit as in my dream. That's eerie.

"Well, since you're fifteen minutes late, I'm going to have you stay fifteen minutes after class to help me clean things up, and since everyone has a partner already, I'll work with you for this first assignment today, okay?" he asked while clasping his hands together on top of his desk, smiling up at me for a brief moment.

"Yeah, that's fine with me Mr. Way," I spoke in a light tone of voice after I had finally caught my breath.

"Alright, you go put your stuff in a cubby in the back while I get an easel and two stools," he suggested as he stood up from his chair behind his desk. I nodded my head once more before walking to the back of the classroom, and shoving my bag into one of the square cubbies that hadn't been already occupied.

"Hey Jamia, Bob," I said as I strode over to where Mr. Way sat, smiling at Bob while I gave Jamia a warm hug, and a small peck on her cheek before she did the same to me. Both of them greeted me before turning back to their easel and drawing away. I sat down on the stool next to my teacher, feeling my pulse quicken when our thighs touched each other when I adjusted my position on the seat to how I wanted to be sitting in front of the easel.

"So Frank, what we're going to do today is draw, obviously, but you're going to sketch something first, and then I'll draw something similar, okay?" Mr. Way asked while handing me a fresh piece of charcoal to draw with. I didn't know what to draw at first, but after a couple of minutes of contemplating, I came up with a rough sketch of my guitar, Pansy. Mr. Way complimented it, using words like ace, and wondrous, which in turn made me blush a deep crimson.

Our hands touched briefly when I gave him the piece of charcoal, and I just knew my face went an even darker shade of red when he finished his part of the drawing. It was of me, sitting Indian style on the floor with Pansy in my lap, my head was cast downward as I looked at my hands that were placed on her, one on her neck, and the other strumming the strings. It was absolutely beautiful, and marvelous.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, all of my classmates stood up from their spots, and went to the cubbies to get their stuff before they left the room, leaving Mr. Way as well as myself alone in his classroom.

Notes

Frank sure does have a wild imagination.. xD

xoxx ~Frankie Boy.