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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way
  Character:
      Frank_Iero, Gerard_Way
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher-Student_Relationship, High_School, Spanking, Pain, First_Time,
      Loss_of_Virginity, Anal_Sex, Anal, Sex, Gay, Gay_Sex, Sweet, Desk_Sex,
      Tutoring, Sneaking_Around, Punishment, Older_Man/Younger_Man, Teenagers,
      Classroom_Sex, Underage_Sex, Non-Consensual_Spanking, Spit_As_Lube, Hurt/
      Comfort, Crushes, Shyness, Awkwardness, Happy, Caring, Clumsiness,
      Frerard, Education, Slash, Male_Slash
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-18 Words: 2905
****** After school education ******
by Dark_Angel1976, orphan_account
Summary
     Gerard is a teaching assistant at Franks school and hes offed to
     tutor him after school. Frank has a crush on Gerard. What will
     happen.
Notes
     Dont own Mr Way Or Mr Iero belong to themselves not me. This not real
     fiction made it up.
I just started my third year of high school. I am seventeen an it is my junior
year. When I walk into the classroom, I stop abruptly causing the kid behind me
to run into my back. It made me stumble and trip as I fall onto my knees. It of
course would leave bruises where my knees were ripped out on my jeans. I bruise
easily and I am always getting hurt. I should not have stopped abruptly like
that but couldn't help it. The most perfect creature that I had ever seen was
leaning against the teacher's desk.
He looked too young to be a teacher let alone look like a teacher. He had long
black hair that tied back at the nape of his neck. His skin was so pale it was
almost translucent. He chewed on his bottom lip worrying it between tiny white
teeth causing it to flush red. I had been so distracted I had stopped and now
here I was on my knees embarrassment that painting my cheeks a slight pink
tint. To make matters worse a pale slender hand reached out to help me up. I
took the hand, letting it pull me to stand and suddenly found myself face to
face with this beauty.
"Thanks," I mumbled, wishing that the floor would swallow me up or that I'd
just die right now. I didn't give him time to say anything else as I made my
way to the back of the class and flopped down with a heavy sigh.
When class started the teacher come in. "This is Mr. Way," she said introducing
him to the class. "He is my teaching assistant, so please show him the same
respect you would any other teacher."
I lost my entire train of thought after that. So, he is not a teacher just an
assistant. He must be college age, maybe 21 or 22 I thought. I kept flicking my
eyes up to look at him through my lowered lashes. He was kind of awkward and
oblivious, he seem to feel just as out of place as anyone else, that much
anyone could see. I found myself watching him after that all the way through
the class. Sometimes, I even caught him looking at me. Late at night in bed, I
would jack off to him.
It went on this way until the first day of the second semester. He was helping
me with a problem that I just couldn't seem to get right. He was leaning over
my shoulder and I inhaled deeply. He smelled good, like cigarette smoke,
chocolate and a little bit like sweat. His hair brushed my cheek, it was soft
and I wanted to tangle my fingers it. My fingers rubbed against my thigh as I
thought about it.
"You know if you need help, I can help you after school," the man said to me.
I jumped at the chance to have more time with him. After school I came to the
classroom to find that no one else was there but him. He was sitting at the
desk, doing what I didn't know. He had a pencil in his hand and he was moving
it in strokes over the paper. I tilted my head to look closer and I realized
that he was sketching.
I cleared my throat. "Uhm, hi," I said worrying my lip ring with one of my
hands.
"Hello, Frank," he said smiling. He moved two of the desks together and sat
down next to me helping me with my work. Sometimes his arm would bump mine or
his fingers would accidental brush mine. My breath would hitch and I wondered
if he could hear it. "You know it's not during school," he said after the third
time that I had called him, Mr. Way. "My name is Gerard and as long as you
don't call me that during class, it's cool to do it when I am helping you after
school."
I had started calling him Gerard after that and I had finally asked him about
his sketch. He showed it to me and I inhaled deeply; it was amazing. I told him
how great that I thought it was. He smiled at me, telling me it was time to go.
I had to walk home after school and he was walking the same way.
"Don't you drive?" I asked him as he walked in the same direction as me. He
told me he had loaned his car to his little brother who was just about my age.
We talked as we walked as I fell in step next to him. I found out a lot about
him. He told me he was 21 which was only a few years older then me. We talked
about comics, music and movies. I thought he was really cool.
It ended too soon as we reached where he would have to go in his own direction.
He waved good bye, telling me he'd see me in class. They next day I couldn't
keep my eyes off of him and I was fidgeting in my seat. When the bell rang at
the end of day, I ran all the way to his classroom. I just wanted to be near
him. I wanted to tell him how much I wanted him as he was showing me how do a
problem and he was leaning over my shoulder his smell was intoxicating me. I
was getting hard as rock and it pressed uncomfortably against my zipper.
I kept shifting uncomfortably as I tried to find a comfortable position. He
leaned in so close to me that we were touching and I couldn't help myself as I
turned my head into his neck and nuzzled it.
He froze, closing his eyes and biting his lip. "Frank, I think you should stop
before you make me lose my job." I pulled away quickly filled with
embarrassment. I jump to my feet, meaning to flee the room and his hand grabs
my arm stopping me. "Frank, I think you're beautiful, I do like you but I could
not only lose my job but also be arrested. I turn to look at him and I can't
help it he is just so sexy as he chews on his lips that way that I grab him and
kiss him. "Right, okay," he says pushing me away, "looks like I am going to
have to show you who is in charge." Gerard says.
He moves quickly across the classroom to the door. He checks the hall, making
sure that it is empty and closes the door. When I hear the lock click into
place I am almost scared but thrilled all at the same time. He stalks back over
to the desk, grabbing my arm roughly and tugging me up.
"Let's go," he say tugging me to the front of the room.
"Gerard, what are you," I start but he cuts me off.
"You want to act like a naughty, little, horny school boy then I am going to
have punish you like one." He snaps.
My whole body trembles at what he might do. He shoves me, then he grabs my hair
and uses it to force me over the teacher's desk. "What about your job?" I say
as he splays my hands on the desk by either side of my head.
"Don't talk." He snaps, so, I clamp my mouth shut.
He tugs my pants down, taking my boxers with them in one swift movement. They
fall to the ground around my ankles and I shiver as the air hits my bare ass. I
can't see what he is doing but I can hear him moving around. I heard it before
I felt it slice through the air. Suddenly, it hit my bare ass with a loud
crack. I cried out startled and yelped in pain as he made my ass cheeks burn.
When I tried to stand up, he pushed me back down.
"You are making to much noise," he said he as reached down, tugging my boxers
off my feet and shoving them into my mouth, "Now be fucking quiet," he snaps.
I want to struggle and tell him no. I want to run from the room but I don't, I
know I brought this on myself. Then it hits me again and I cry out into cloth
stuffed in my mouth as I squirm. Then the loud crack sounds again and again as
he brings the ruler down across my ass. I count them in my head as he strikes
my ass 12 more times. By now I am withering in agony and sobbing. The tears
flow free down my cheek. I realize to my horror that my cock is rock hard,
rubbing at the edge of the desk.
What the fuck is wrong with you? My brain screams. You aren't supposed to like
this, you're being punished. My hard-on has not escaped his notice either. My
ass was on fire, burning so bad that I wasn't even sure after this that I'd
even be able to sit. Then his hand was on my ass, soothing it and caressing
gently.
He was whispering in my ear. "You are a naughty boy, aren't you? You like being
punished just a little to much." He said he licks my ear and making my body
tremble.
I nod my head not really thinking about whether he expected an answer or not.
He has pressed up tightly against my back. He leans me down pressing his weight
against me. His lips find my ear as his hand sneaks around to touch my weeping
cock. He licks the shell of me ear teasingly giving my hard dick a tight
squeeze. He then lets go off my dick and pulls the boxers out of my mouth,
still caressing my ass softly he whispers, "I hope I didn't hurt you too much."
I whimper as his hand runs smooth circles over my abused ass. I found myself
pressing back against his hand. No, I shake my head, it made me hot as I
realize that I had liked it. He laughed lightly, sliding his fingers up to run
them gently over my lips. He slides his fingers into my mouth and I suckle them
greedily. Then he pulls his saliva covered fingers from my mouth and he circles
them on and around my tight opening.
"You ever had sex before?" He asks me softly.
"No," I tell him quietly, my cheeks flushing.
I will try to be as gentle as I can," he tells me as he presses his wet digit
inside of my tight pucker in as far as it will go. He moves it slowly in and
out of me for few minutes before he added his second finger. He moves them in
and out of me at a slow and steady pace as he scissors them. He works me open
carefully and takes his time. When he finally adds the third finger my cock is
leaking with pre cum and throbbing with need. It is a little bit uncomfortable
but not to much.
"I am sorry, Frank, I don't have any lube," he tells me sympathetic. "I
understand if you want to change your mind," he tells me.
"No," I say firmly, "I will get over it."
He spits on his hand and starts rubbing it on his hard dick. He presses the
head against my opening. I am so scared that I barely dare to even breathe. My
ass cheeks are still sore from the spanking and my cock is throbbing painfully.
He presses against my virgin opening and begins easing his way in. It takes my
body a moment to give as the head pops in. I shift uncomfortably. He caresses
my hips softly, rubbing soothing circles before proceeding.
"Relax, Frank," he whispers, "it'll make this easier."
I don't speak but try to relax as much as I can. I can feel him sliding in to
me. Every inch of him filling me, burning me and feeling like he might split me
into. Once he's in me fully with his balls pressed tightly against my battered
ass, he asks, "are you okay, Frank?"
"It is hurting me," I tell him. It does hurt almost more then I can take
because he is so big. It makes me feel like he is splitting my ass hole apart.
"Relax, baby," he says to me, stroking my hair and kissing my neck softly. "You
just have to adjust to the intrusion," he tells me.
I try my best to relax but it is hard bent over and exposed this way. My ass
cheeks still burning from the spanking and my ass hole stretched around him
this way. He stays as still as can until I can adjust to this intrusion. Soon
enough he starts to move slowly in out of me. He was very gentle with me. He
goes out of his way to make sure I am ok. It soon becomes unbearable and I need
him to move harder and faster. I press myself back against him hard. Shoving my
ass roughly back into his hips.
He laughs stroking me, "okay, okay. I get it, you need more."
"Please," I whimper as quietly as I can manage.
Then he rams into me hard, hitting something in me making me moan and trust
against the desk involuntarily. He leans in closely to whisper, "did that feel
good, beautiful." I nod and he does it again hitting that same spot and I cry
out in pleasure. He slaps a hand over my mouth. "Be quiet," he whispers,
"you're going to get me in trouble."
I nod and he eases his hand away. He continues slamming roughly into my ass
hole. The only sounds in the room is our skin slapping together, his heavy
breathing and my soft whimpers. I am biting my lip so hard that it's bleeding,
filling my mouth with a coppery taste. I want to make noise, hell I want to
scream but I don't want him to lose his job however or worse get arrested.
He feels as good inside me in contrast to my sore ass cheeks that he is
slamming against. It is so much of a sensory overload. He leans down biting my
earlobe. "Jack off for me," he says almost whispering, "I want you cum for me."
I reach down taking my dick in my hand, stroking it as he slams into me almost
violently now. "Gerard, please," I beg.
"What do you want?" he says caressing my hip.
"I need," but I didn't know what I needed.
"Shh," he says, petting my hair.
"Need to cum," I mumble incoherently.
He reaches down wrapping his long pale fingers around my own helping me stroke
my aching member. Soon, I am cumming all over my hand as he fucks my ass
through it until I have spent every last drop. I can feel his own dick
throbbing inside of me as he pushes roughly inside a few more times before
filling me with his hot seed. He thrusts into me until he's completely spent
before letting his limp cock slide out of me. I can feel some his cum run down
my battered ass and down onto my legs. He takes a step back grabbing a spare
shirt he keeps in his bag to clean me up. He is very gentle as he wipes away
ever last drop of the mess.
"Is that better?" he asks me softly.
"My ass hurts," I tell him.
"I might have got a little carried away spanking you," he says, "But your ass
hole is not hurting too much is it?" he asks quietly.
"No," I say shaking my dyed black head at him.
"I am sorry if I hurt you too much." He tells me.
"I wanted you to be my first," I tell him as I turn to look him in the eye.
He smiles softly tugging his pants up as I do the same. "My god you really are
sexy all debauched that way," he tells me.
I am not really listening anymore. I am more interested in his mouth as I lean
in shoving my lips against his and kiss him deeply. I only break away when we
both need to come up for air. He doesn't try to push me away this time. I look
him in the eye. "Gerard, I meant what I said about wanting you to be my first."
"I know, Frank and you were amazing but never again, anywhere near the school,
understand?" I tell him that I do understand and he smiles almost shyly. "I
want to take my time with you next time."
"Gerard, you're amazing. I hope you know that." I tell him.
He smiles and says, "I am late for dinner and I have to go." He leaves looking
at me one last time before he walks out the door.
I walk out right behind him. On my way home I think of him every time I feel
the sting from my abused ass. All I can do is grin like an idiot. My brain
whispers how perfect he is and I realize in that moment that, yes, I am going
to make him mine.
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