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He has always known he has problems. At school, at home and with his family.
His only friend just moved out of town and stopped talking to him some time ago, Frank has been left all alone in the crowd of students, the only person he really cared about is gone.
Everything with his family got worse when they found out about his sexual orientation. He didn't think he would live through hell having parents so devoted to God, believing that with every little thing that was done in their family they should pray and thank God for being so "good and merciful" to them. He knew that anyone would have thought of committing suicide, living day by day the insults from his mother, the beatings from his father, the bad grades and the repudiation from his teachers for having a student "as stupid as him". But Frank was different, there was something so good about every damn insult, every punch and the way they looked at him, like he was a monster. He truly loved every part of his life.
From the punches he received with a smile from his father, to the insults from his classmates that every day he longed to hear and replay in his head, oh yes he loved it.
He always loved receiving them...but he was so excited to return them.
It was the end of the day, and his last and favorite class was just a few minutes away. He slammed his locker door shut, painted all over with insults and demeaning nicknames, which he never really gave himself a chance to read them closely, he enjoyed them more when they were said to his face. The bell rang for several minutes until he found himself in his respective classroom, sitting in the last seat in the front row, just waiting... The silence in the classroom stretched on for a long while, listening to the soft mumblings of his classmates, staring blankly towards the door, managing to listen so impatiently to the sound of heels echoing down the empty hallway outside the classroom. Frank scratched at his desk, expectant of who was about to enter.
None other than his art teacher.
A man of about thirty-two, hot as hell. Medium-long black hair, really mannered and fucking sexy. As soon as that hot man showed himself in the classroom, he felt his breath catch, his heartbeat increase, and slowly the blood was rushing down to his crotch. Frank made a great effort not to stroke his growing erection at the sight of the man turned around, leaving his things on the desk and leaning over the blackboard writing the date, looking shamelessly down the length of his back, until he finished his gaze on his butt and legs covered in tight black pants.
His thighs were so plump, he would so much like to bite them, make them bleed and leave permanent marks on his flesh. Frank didn't give a shit about art history and what had to be done in class, he couldn't even pay attention when he had such a hottie standing in front of him. It really was too much to say that he had no fucking talent, much less for art.
While it was quite entertaining to watch his teacher draw with those pretty hands while talking about things he didn't give a fuck about, he always wondered what other things those hands could do besides drawing. There was something in particular that he had long desired, longed and planned for doing, and clearly his plan included his sexy art teacher. Much of the remainder of the class was spent distracted, staring at his teacher's legs. He couldn't take much more if he kept this up, listening to his voice, looking at him for so long and not being able to touch himself one bit. His leg began to shake in desperation, hitting the floor with his shoe incessantly and his fist wrapping around the cloth of his pants, squeezing it and begging to stroke his erection covered by his backpack, still unable to take his eyes off the man in front of him talking and teaching his class, being so fucking inconsiderate to Frank for causing him to get an erection every time he saw him in class, walking down the halls, eating his lunch or heading to his car at the end of the day. Somehow he always found a double meaning in everything he did or said.
He was going to explode if he didn't do something at that moment. He suddenly got up from his seat and ran out of the classroom, hearing the same voice of his teacher calling out his last name, adding a "sir" before it, which only turned him on more. He ran down the hallways in the direction of the school restrooms. He reached the restroom abruptly opening the door and locking it, making sure no one else was in any of the cubicles, he quickly unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to his knees, revealing his gray underwear with a wet spot along with the bulge protruding from there. He slowly stroked, even over his clothes the throbbing bulge as he gasped without restraint, then slipped his whole hand in, enveloping his penis and beginning to move his hand up and down, letting his imagination run wild as he did so.
Visualizing Mr. Way on his knees for him, hands bound and him mercilessly ramming his teacher's mouth, staring into those beautiful green eyes filled with tears, spit soaking everything in his path, relentlessly pulling at his hair and hearing in his mind the gagging sound Mr. Way would make as he choked on his cock, then making him swallow it all, choking him and leaving him with no choice but to swallow his cum. Trying to quiet his moans and groans, Frank bit his lower lip as he increased the pace of his hand, twisting and pulling at the same time, gasping shakily as he felt a knot swirling in his lower stomach, a tingling in his lower half, and soon enough he let out a grunt of satisfaction as white strands of cum fell to the floor staining the tiles and part of his pants. He quickly snapped out of his reverie, realizing that Mr. Way wasn't there to take his seed.
For now.
He went back up and buttoned his somewhat stained pants and washed his hands, looking in the mirror with a smile at all that just went through his head....
Oh Mr. Way, very soon, very soon....
He pulled his cell phone out of his backpack and looked at the time, it had been at least ten minutes since classes ended. He unlocked the bathroom lock and hung his backpack on his back, he walked down the now empty hallways to the exit, he looked at his phone one more time, 3:30. He walked faster towards the school parking lot, hiding behind some trash cans that gave him a perfect view of where he wanted to look, just in time to watch Mr. Way get into his car, staying there without starting it for a few minutes while he talked to someone on the phone. The man was smiling, Frank could notice a slight blush on his cheeks, clearly from where he was he couldn't hear what he was talking about, but somehow he sensed it.
Mr. Way was wearing a wedding ring.
Just last week Frank had seen him wearing it during his classes, in which he looked most active and happy. Prancing around and talking with the other teachers, showing them the golden ring he wore on his beautiful finger. Some people would be annoyed that their object of desire was dating someone, Frank wasn't jealous... Frank was even worse.
He grinned gruffly as he watched Mr. Way's black car start up and take off in his own direction while he stood right there for several seconds, just like that until he lost sight of that car. When he got bored of standing there, he simply got up and walked to his bike, on his way to "home".
As he did every day, he pedaled for a few minutes, through several streets and around every block until he finally arrived home. Inside, he found the same routine as every day. His mother was preparing the food while his father watched TV from the kitchen table. Frank went into his house, slamming the door and watching out of the corner of his eye as both of his parents turned to look at him. He left his keys on a small table near the door and hurried to the stairs so he could go to his room.
"Where the hell are you going? We're already going to have dinner," his father told him in a gruff voice.
Frank stopped in his tracks, and with a smile turned to the kitchen, rocked his backpack in his hands and set it down on the couch. Later he would have time to get on with his little plans.
He went into the kitchen and washed his hands while his mother served the food, he waited until all three were seated to "thank" God. Frank watched as his father started talking about how thankful they were for the food and nonsense like that. His parents had their eyes closed and ducked their heads, he did the same as he smiled and fiddled with the silverware. As soon as they finished their thanks, they proceeded to start eating the three of them in silence. Frank could tell the looks of disgust on his father's face as he watched him eat, close to him.
"Sunday we're going to church for your therapies with Father Green, I hope you behave yourself and don't be a faggot again, or I swear I'll throw you out of my house."
Frank nodded, rolling his eyes. It had been several months now... Rather, ever since they'd found out he was gay, his parents had been obsessed with "getting him on the right track" by taking him to conversion therapies in a goddamn church with a father who was even gayer than Frank. Last Sunday, he had been fooling around during "therapy" which wasn't even therapy as such, they just spent time reading the bible, in the parts where it said that being gay was a sin and that he would burn in hell for lusting after other men... There was so much fucking hypocrisy in those words, spilling out of the father's mouth as if he hadn't caught him looking at other men's asses, or his poor attempts at flirting with him.
Several therapies ago, Anthony, as he had asked her to call him, instead of "Father Green." He had had a "private" session with him to deal with his severe homosexuality problem, or so he had told his parents to take him to Father Green's house, leaving the two of them completely alone.
You didn't have to be that smart to figure out Anthony's intentions, yes, he messed around with him a bit, but it really didn't have that spark of adrenaline that Frank loved so much. Anthony was so obvious with his actions and words... There was no emotion in that. Anthony really enjoyed his heated kisses and rough strokes... Frank didn't like that very much... He didn't want Anthony to enjoy it. And the main reason his father was so angry with him, was because Anthony wanted to have sex with him, but Frank turned him down, so the poor father went to tell his parents that Frank had tried to make a pass at him, trying to kiss him. His parents had to pay Father Green to not say anything or he would go tell the police about their son's actions. Frank was undeterred, denied everything and obviously no one believed him, for all he cared.
At his father's words, he simply nodded and continued eating. It was a shame that it was Friday and he had to wait all weekend to see his favorite teacher again.
Once he finished his meal, he got up from his chair and left his dishes in the sink, leaving there as quickly as he could. He grabbed his backpack from the couch and ran up the stairs to his room, locking it once inside. He quickly shed his uniform, leaving only his boxers, which were still stained with dried sperm from a few hours ago. He quickly went to his desk, turning on his laptop, beginning his daily routine. He entered the browser and searched for his favorite porn site. Several thumbnails of guys shoving dildos up their asses suddenly appeared. Frank grabbed the laptop, putting it on his lap, sitting on the bed, leaning back on the pillows as he searched for the video he was interested in.
Some time ago he had discovered a porn actor who resembled his current arts teacher. Same white skin. Black hair that reached his shoulders, same complexion. He really would have guessed it was him, had it not been for the tattoo of two small wings on his lower back. If there was one thing he knew about his teacher, it was that he was deathly afraid of needles. He quickly typed in the name of said actor and played one of his videos, letting his imagination run wild as he began to stroke himself over his boxers. Listening to the soft moans coming from the computer, watching hands caressing the boy's body, rough caresses, turning into tugging and spanking that provoked moans and whimpers from the video's protagonist. He slipped his free hand inside his underwear, starting the strokes from the base of his dick, imagining himself with Mr. Way in a similar situation. His teacher completely immobilized, hands tied behind him, only able to moan, beg and plead for mercy as Frank amused himself with him, spanking and touching him carelessly.
Somehow he could hear his teacher's voice making those same sounds the boy in the video was making as he was being pounded into submission by the other man who now found himself shoving two fingers roughly into the submissive's little hole, while with his other hand he pinched and occasionally dealt open palm slaps on the boy's ass, making it turn redder and redder.
Frank was absolutely certain that Mr. Way's ass was just as pale as the boy in the video, even paler. He so longed to be able to watch him get redder and redder with every stroke he provided, to hear him moan helplessly and not be able to do anything about it, to pull on that beautiful black hair, to not bother at all to get it ready or even bother to use lube, which the guy in the video did and he didn't like it very much. He could see the fingers going in and out of the bent over boy's hole with ease turning into a moaning mess as the other put a large amount of lube on his hard cock, pulling his fingers out and pinching the little moaning boy's hips. Soon, the man was lining himself up for full penetration, arranging his hips so that he could be seen for the camera.
He heard a gasp from the dominant, continuing to make his way through the boy beneath him, who began to moan in pain from the intrusion. Frank began to jack off to the view in front of him, returning to his fantasies, in which he could see Mr. Way moaning and screaming as he carelessly worked his way inside him, taking his hips hard and not even waiting two seconds before he began to thrust frantically.
That thought made Frank's hand go faster, moaning a little low as he continued his job of cumming. The couple at the computer continued their activity, now in a different position. The submissive's face was left facing the camera, and although it was censored, he could almost clearly see the boy's expression as he again felt his partner's cock bury deeply into him, along with the scream that suddenly sounded, he could hear the slapping sound the boy's ass made as it met the other man's pelvis behind him, he could even see how the flesh of his ass quivered with each thrust, accompanied by moans, one louder and louder than the other. The submissive clenched the sheets tightly as the other clung tighter and tighter to his hips, panting and squeezing harder and harder.
Moans and groans that soon turned into screams made Frank almost on top, feeling his stomach tingle, increasing the speed in his hand, finally imagining Mr. Way's face when he feels Frank's cum stain his guts, marking him forever. Soon enough, Frank was cumming on his hand, staining his underwear again. He waited a few seconds so he could recover from the recent orgasm, closed the open tab on the laptop and set it down on the side of the bed, grabbing some toilet paper from the bedside table. He wiped and discarded the paper as he removed his stained underwear and tossed them into the dirty clothes hamper.
He wrapped himself in a towel from the waist down and left the room heading for the bathroom. The week had been really exhausting, and there was nothing better than a hot bath. He stepped out of the shower, drying himself with his towel and brushed his teeth. He glanced at his cell phone once, realizing that it was already six o'clock in the evening, probably his parents were in the living room watching TV. He cursed quietly, just today there was a marathon of horror movies that he expected to watch all damn week...
He left the bathroom and locked himself in his room, getting dressed and perfuming himself a bit, he laid down on his bed while watching something on his cell phone, maybe he would just watch videos until he was bored and had nothing better to do than sleep. A few seconds after turning off his phone, he heard a small notification. He turned his cell phone back on, finding that Mr. Way had made a new post. He smiled as he opened Instagram, and searched his feed for that post. Sometimes, Mr. Way used to upload instagram pictures or stories where he was shirtless or singing some song while drawing in his backyard, he hoped to find another bit of material to jack off to later. He scrolled down a few more posts to find his teacher's account, and surely, there were new photos, but they definitely wouldn't be of any use for his fantasies.
In the first picture, Mr. Way was smiling, while a big bald man was holding him by the waist, both were smiling and had their eyes closed, in the next one, both men were the same, only this time the bald man was kissing Mr. Way's cheek, while his teacher was laughing and because of the angle of the camera, it seemed that he was bringing him closer... And there were two more pictures. In the third photo there were two hands intertwined, both wearing wedding rings, and in the last one... They were both kissing while holding hands and showing them to the camera. He had barely noticed what the text below said: "Newlyweds" followed by a red heart, along with a bunch of comments wishing them all the best and congratulating them.
Frank grimaced in distaste, just kept scrolling down through Professor Way's posts, ignoring all the ones with that bald fucker in them. After finding nothing to entertain himself with and having his night further ruined after seeing Mr. Way's pics with that man, he put his phone down on his nightstand and left his room for the kitchen. He went downstairs and realized that no one was actually in the living room, he made a happy sound and ran to turn on the TV to watch his horror marathon. He made up a sandwich and some coffee to get on with his night in the best way, trying not to remember what he saw moments before. It had been an hour since Frank had sat in the living room watching his movie night marathon, he was quite entertained, especially now that the torture session for the poor victims of the movie had just begun.
He watched the gore scenes anxiously, attentive as he watched the killer bury any sharp object in his poor helpless victim, they screamed, "NO, NO, PLEASE!", as that knife was driven hard into his stomach, starting to move upward, passing through his navel, stomach and chest, until it reached the trachea and left the cut all the way to the victim's chin. Then, with his own hands he would open wide the open flesh, exposing the organs, which were obviously fake, but it was still amusing how the person was still screaming, you could even see the beating of his heart that little by little was stopping while the killer was removing one by one each organ, putting them in separate trays.
He couldn't help but imagine himself as the killer in the movie, and Mr. Way's little husband as his first victim, adding as a detail that his favorite teacher was a spectator to the bloody act. Oh, he could imagine the screams of both of them from the pain they would go through.
He continued to watch the film, watching as the killer put the victim's organs in jars, liver, spleen, gall bladder, stomach, but the bowels he hung around his neck, like a scarf.
He has been thinking that he would make a good doctor, due to the great knowledge of human anatomy he possessed, but he would probably end up in jail for wanting to keep one or another organ as a souvenir. He continued to enjoy the movie for a while longer, until they were all over. He picked up his empty plate and cup and left them on the kitchen table, went upstairs to his room and lay down on his bed, ready to sleep.