I should have felt bad lying to my Mom, but I didn't. I sighed and sat down, running my hand through my hair, and admitted that I'd been with a girl. She looked concerned, but somewhat relieved. She gave me a talk about staying safe, and I assured her that I was, that we were waiting until after graduation to do anything serious (which, technically, was true) and that she didn't need to worry about me. She was clearly uncomfortable, so this came as quite the relief to her. She excused herself up to bed, and I did the same.
Not that I did much sleeping, of course.
I called Gerard, and was surprised when he answered on the first ring.
"I was expecting your call, sweetheart." He said, his voice thick and gravelly.
"You were?" I asked, smiling.
"Mm. I knew you couldn't deal with having your dick hard for so long. My poor little sweetheart." He purred.
"It's your fault." I whispered.
"I know. Great, isn't it?" he chuckled. I moaned, sliding my hand to palm myself through my jeans.
"Baby, please. Help me." I whimpered. He was silent for a moment.
"I don't think I will." He said darkly.
"Why?"
"Because you were bad." He said, putting on his teacher voice. Jesus Christ, he'd be the death of me.
"When?" I demanded.
"In the parking lot today. Do you realize how reckless that was? What if we'd been caught?" he hissed. I moaned.
"Sorry sir. Please." I whispered.
"No."
"Gerard, please." I begged.
"Let me explain this so you'll understand, okay? You can't touch yourself. You can't cum. You can't finger yourself. You can't watch porn. When I see you tomorrow, I expect you to report to me that you were good and did what I said – if you disobey, your punishment will be even worse. Do you understand me?"
"Yes sir." I sobbed, feeling my cock throb.
"I'll know if you've lied to me, Frank." He said firmly.
"I'll be good, sir. I promise." I panted, not completely sure that I could actually keep this promise.
"Good boy." He murmured. He was silent for a moment, and I heard a zip. Dear God.
"Stay on the phone baby." He groaned. I couldn't hear much other than his gentle moans, and the way his breath hitched in his throat.
"Fuck....oh, fuck." He moaned, panting and whimpering as he fucked himself into his hand. I wished more than anything that I could be with him. His moans turned into soft, gentle screams of pleasure.
"You'll never guess what I'm doing now." He moaned, and I could guess that there was a smirk on his damn face.
"What?"
"I'm fucking myself. I've got my fingers up my ass, and I'm pretending it's your cock." He said. The bluntness of the statement, along with the mental image, almost pushed me over the edge.
"Please let me cum." I begged.
"N-fuck. No. Fuck." He moaned, and I felt a tear slide down my cheek. For the first time, I was happy he wasn't there to see me.
"I can't...I need to..." I whimpered.
"Don't be such a slut." He hissed, his breath coming out in heavy, wild pants. He was close, I could hear that just from his breathing.
