Westen's POV
Quincy's lips quirked, watching me with a gaze I couldn't decipher.
Is he going to swallow me now? I know he wasn't a cool guy at all.
The atmosphere was looming with tension but amidst it all, I was lost in my whole world.
I found myself in Dreamland; imagining Quincy kissing the hell outta my lips.
I wanted him to stroke my dick and suck me. I wanted a different feeling of esctasy from a guy and that's Quincy.
"Little rat!" Quincy's husky voice jolted me out of my thoughts and I trembled, moving backwards.
"Quincy…." I mumbled, tucking my brunette hair away. My cheeks flushed red, I was suddenly acting like a girl lost in love.
"Hi." I waved, smiling nervously.
"You haven't answered my question, Westen Miller!" Quincy snapped, grabbing my arm.
I just cummed again. My boxers are wet again and I could feel my dick erect in my pants.
I would be so embarrassed if Quincy notices this but he just wouldn't stop making me feel hot for him.
"Not so, Quincy." I lied. "We have just been taking the same direction lately."
Quincy chuckled, tightening his grip on my arm.
My dick grew more erect. I became more hornier.
"You're just a flirty liar, Westen."
Oh how my name sounds sweet when he calls me.
I'm hypnotized.
"You don't live in the school dormitory so why do I see you peeping through my window all night?" He asked again and I gasped in shock.
How did he find out? I had thought he never saw me since he was so engrossed in his books.
Oh clumsy me!
I shook my head, thinking of another lie to tell. "I only passed by, Quincy. I never peeped."
I should have known this since he had been shutting his windows for the past few days.
"You're only making it all complicated, little rat. I might crush you any sooner. Stay away from me!" Quincy warned, almost sticking his forefinger in my eye.
My eyes popped out as I saw him turn back again. What's wrong?
Please don't come back, Quincy!
Don't come back and make me wet again.
I arched my brows when I saw the sinister smile on his face. I quickly covered my bulge with my bag when I saw him staring at it.
Is it so evident?
"Also, learn how to keep your cock under control and stop getting it erected in public especially not in front of me." He chuckled before leaving.
Ah, I'm just so stupid. Fuck you, Quincy. You're still the same monster I've known for years.
Immediately I left the school premises and went home.
As I approached my room, loud moans filled my ears. Who could it be?
I pushed the door open and I was shocked by the scene before me.
Delilah, my step sister was being fucked by her female friend— Sienna.
They quickly disengaged from eachother when they noticed my presence.
Sienna licked Delilah's orgasm off her fingers and gave her nipples a suck before standing to wear her clothes.
"Sorry you're seeing this." Sienna mumbled as she made her way out of the room.
I folded my arms, waiting for Delilah to explain what this meant.
"Why would you choose to do this in my room, Delilah?" I demanded, furrowing my brows.
She shrugged indifferently, fingering Sienna's cum out of her pussy.
I looked away purely disgusted. This bitch.
"We were just so horny, West. I couldn't hold myself too and we fucked here since your room is close by." Delilah answered.
"When did you become a lesbian, Delilah? What if mom finds out about this?" I widened my brow at her.
She doesn't know the complications of what she had done.
"I have always been one, West. You just didn't find out, you and mom are so blind that you can't figure out that I'm not straight since I'm not interested in guys." Delilah answered before leaving my room naked.
Even though Delilah and I weren't from the same father, we kinda got along.
Mom was a stripper and she keeps hooking up with different men. Now she's pregnant with another child, I just can't cope with having another little sibling while I'm 18!
Our family is just so complicated. Mom loves fucking around, Delilah is a lesbian and I am trodding the path of becoming a gay too.
However, I never planned to let any of my family know about this.
Mom and Delilah has been worried that I haven't gotten myself a girlfriend since last year but they have no idea I want to become gay.
Slowly, the day dimmed, the night showing up and darkness filling the sky.
I dashed to my wardrobe, picking up a of leather jacket and a nose mask. This is what I always do anytime I went on a stalking spree but I wonder how Quincy managed to notice me.
Even though he had warned me to stop stalking him, I have vowed never to stop. I won't stop until he finally notices me and give me what I want.
I sneaked into the university premises, going through the back gate where the security hardly guarded.
I marched to the dormitory block, taking the right which led to Quincy's room. Weirdly, He lives alone.
My crush is a weirdo.
Like always, I stood by his window side, surprisingly he kept the curtains open and a smile appeared on my face as I saw his broad back, his long hair cascading down his neck.
"Hell, you look handsome even from the back view." I purred, reaching to rub my dick which was dripping wet again.
I just can't control myself. I keep getting wet!
"Ah, fuck!" I heard a loud groan from Quincy's room and as I looked up, a gasp escaped my lips.
He laid on his bed, facing me now with his eyes shut.
"Oh fuck!" He groaned again, masturbating as he rubbed his dick vigorously.
I could see his cum spill on the bed, soiling the sheets.
Then, I saw his phone which kept playing the pornography video of two guys fucking eachother.
Wait, is Quincy gay?