Westen's POV
I started to touch myself and masturbate all night ever since I saw Quincy's eight inched dick at the restroom back at highschool.
After my breakup with Bianca, I had stopped to give my heart to ladies. I have stopped to allow them stab and break my heart into pieces.
Yeah. I am a guy. An eighteen year old guy studying at Hitler University.
Quincy has been all over my thoughts. He has been in my head. I haven't been able to think straight ever since that day I saw his dick.
A smile spread across my face as I saw Quincy walk in, the signature frown on his face. He had always been this way ever since highschool.
He never smiles. He never does. I have never seen him do that but one day I hope he does. I hope he smiles to me, hug me and allow me have a taste of that small cherry red lips of his.
I'm…. intoxicated. I crave for esctasy.
I wanted Quincy. I wanted him to love me. It feels weird but I was less concerned.
I wanted him. I craved for him. For the past eighteen years of my life, I've always loved ladies.
I have always loved to bend them over and fuck them till they cum and beg me to stop. But it all changed when Bianca broke my heart.
"Your dick is too small, Westen, I want something bigger." Bianca had screamed to my face that hot afternoon when she broke up with me.
After school, I had gone to the restroom to check my cock. I was a six inched guy.
Is that too small or Is it Bianca who was greedy?
Two hours later the geography class ended and I kept staring at Quincy as he packed his things in his bag.
"Hi." A lady walked up to him, waving. "Do you mind pairing up with me for the project, Quin?" She asked cheerfully but he shook his head.
"Sorry, I'm not interested." He said before standing up.
The lady took a few steps backwards, pouting as she was completely embarrassed.
I quickly stood up as Quincy left the classroom. The lady still stood rooted to a spot and I tapped her shoulder as she was blocking my way.
"Can you move aside, please?" I gestured, managing a smile. "Here, for your tears." I handed her an handkerchief and she muttered a 'thank you' before going back to meet her friends.
I walked slowly behind Quincy, managing to keep up with his large strides.
I wonder why he rejected that lady. Even when we were at high school, he has never been interested in ladies and it was still the same until now.
I quickly turned around when Quincy halted but gasped when I felt a familiar presence closely behind me.
I slowly turned around to meet Quincy's furrowed brows. He kept his hands tucked in his pockets, his bag hanging over his shoulder.
Everything about him spelt handsomeness. His arm length blonde hair, falling to cover a part of his face.
Quincy is so cute! Those lips. I'm going crazy.
"Can you explain why you have been stalking me for a whole week now?" His husky voice asked.
His tall figure hovered me, I was just 5'7 feets tall and he was 6'8 feets tall.
I was stunned. Even though I've known Quincy for years this is the first time he'll be saying a word to me.
Fuck his cologne. He still has the same mint scent.
Quincy cocked his head forward and I cringed as our faces were just an inch apart. My eyes was fixed unto his almond ones, dripping with cuteness.
I can never get enough. You're doing things to me, Quincy.
I felt goosebumps all over my body as his long fingers brushed against my face. My dick twitched in my pants and I could feel myself cumming already.
I'm just so reckless.
Quincy grabbed my ear, whispering into it.
"Are you dumb, Westen Miller?"