Westen's POV
I couldn't suppress the urge to touch myself, I was damn hard already.
Seeing Quincy's eight inched dick again; I couldn't control myself.
I zipped down my pants, fondling my wet cock.
"Mm mm." Quincy kept groaning loudly as he kept throbbing his dick. I got more hornier as he came again, his orgasm spilling all over.
"Oh yeah." I mumbled, rubbing my dick cap, crazily and more vigorously.
I was lost in esctasy that I couldn't notice that someone was behind me.
I jolted as I heard the sound of clapping. I turned around to see an unfamiliar man, standing behind me.
"S….sir." I stuttered, seeing he was in uniform. He must be one of the janitors.
"What are you doing there making a moaning mess? Do students now watch porn outside their rooms when it's almost 9pm?" He asked me and I began cringing all over as I didn't know what to do.
"S….sir." I kept on stammering. "Oh good lord, what lie do I tell now?" I asked myself silently.
The man moved closer, flashing his torch on my face. I blocked the blinding light with my arm, trembling like a drenched hen.
Still, my dick wouldn't stop erecting!
"You even forgot to zip up your pants?" The man hissed and that was when it dawned on me that my dick wasn't in my boxers!
"Would you mind explaining what this means?"
Oh hell, I should've been more cautious. I should've seen him coming and hide!
"Hello."
I kept mute. Totally dumb.
"If you don't have a meaningful explanation then you have to follow me to the principal's office."
My eyes darted wide. Principal's office? I can't afford to get reported to that monster of a man!
"Sir this is all a misunderstanding." I pleaded.
"Of course it is, masturbating outside the dormitory is a misunderstanding, isn't it?"
I could feel the sarcasm in his words. I'm doomed.
The news will be out like wildfire tomorrow if that principal with a slack mouth gets to know about this.
"Are you even a member of this dormitory? Can I take a look at your identity card? And why are you dressed like a pervert?"
"Of course he is a pervert." A familiar voice answered from behind us and my face twisted into a bigger frown as saw Quincy.
I'm doomed. Will he even support me? Now he says I'm a pervert.
My eyes wandered down his sweatpants and they landed right where his dick was. I could see the bulge between his legs and that made me remember what happened some minutes ago.
Quincy looked so cool and calm. I would never believe he could ever masturbate if I hadn't seen him tonight.
I just wanted to know if he was a straight guy.
I needed him. I wanted him.
My dick does.
"Thank you, I'm glad you know he is a pervert.,..."
"But he is my roommate." Quincy interrupted him and pulled me by my arm, dragging me to his side.
I looked into his almond eyes as our gaze met. My eyes were filled with gratitude as I couldn't believe he would ever save my ass.
"Oh good, but please tell your roommate to stop masturbating outside the room. It's wrong. If he's horny then he should get his girlfriend or something to suck him." The janitor said, earning a surprised look from Quincy and I.
"You talk quite dirty, sir." Quincy commented before dragging me in.
"Quincy, I...I swear I can explain." I clasped my hands together as his angry orbs bore into mine.
He folded his arms, raising a brow at me. "Start explaining then, I'm listening." He rasped.
Hell, I'm dead. I only escaped the janitor to face Quincy's wrath but still brain was clouded with his orgasm earlier.
I wanted to be the one to suck and throb his dick instead.
"Haven't I told you to stop stalking me?" His nose flared as he grabbed my neck.
"Quincy." I choked. "I only wanted this." I shamelessly took his dick which was still hard.
His face flushed with surprise. I know I am crazy but I just can't hold myself.
"You….what do you mean?" He released my throat, pointing his index finger at me. "You're not straight?"
His tone was filled with disgust and I regretted ever letting out those words earlier?
He doesn't like gay?
I slowly nodded. "I haven't tried fucking a man but I don't mind if I get that from you."
I gasped, covering my mouth as I realised what I had said.
What the hell is wrong with me!
"Tell me you didn't see me earlier and avoid getting your head chopped off your neck?" Quincy demanded and I grinned, replying.
"You mean when you were masturbating?"
My mouth!
"You saw me? You little disobedient rat!" He raised his fists to hit me but stopped and hissed, running his hands through his hair roughly.
"Is this why you live alone, Quincy? To please yourself and throb your dick? You know I could do that for you." I said, reaching to grab his dick but he shoved my hands away.
"I hate you!"
"You can only decide to hate me after seeing this?" I pulled down my pants and boxers. I took my cock in my hands, looking up at Quincy who looked stunned, still I could sense a bit of interest from his expression.
"Am I too small, Quincy? Does my six inched dick interest you?"