Chapter 5; How Will I Concentrate When He Keeps Rubbing My Dick Cap??
Vince's POV
I can hear snickers and chuckles as I walk into the class. I'm a bit late and lectures had started already.
I quickly move to take a seat but froze when my eyes meet a pair of violet ones.
Quincy.
Why is he here??
My God! And why is there no space left except the seat beside him?
The last time I checked he's not in the science department so why the heck was he here??
"Please take a seat, you've been standing for minutes now." I hear the teacher say and reluctantly sit beside Quincy.
The smirk on his face is evident and I feel like I'm going to melt any moment from now. His presence is so intimidating and the signature smirk on his lips makes it difficult for me to breath.
"Ocean eyes, what took you so long?" Quincy asks, moving his lips close to my ear and I instinctively move away from him.
"Nothing." I blurt out but deep down in me, I knew my boner was the one that stopped me from coming earlier.
The strange urge to feel Quincy's touch stays within me and I feel this is wrong. No, I shouldn't long more of his touch. I should only feel this way towards professor Kyle.
But how do I even get such from him when he doesn't look my way. It's been so many years crushing on him but he hasn't given me any reason to think he'd ever reciprocate my feelings.
Maybe he's not gay.
Or maybe he is but I'm not his type. I'm just too small for him. Professor Kyle is handsome, has well built abs and muscles, he looks damn fit and it makes me wonder how much time he spends at the gym.
I can't seem to get my mind off him and at the same time, Quincy has flooded my thoughts.
The memories of what we did last night, the troubling guilt and the way my dick keeps springing while having dirty thoughts about another round with him.
I'm... drowning and I can't seem to pull myself of this. I'm playing a dangerous game and I should know that.
Quincy is just a bully who makes my life a miserable hell, I should hate and despise him. Is that what I'm doing?
Why do I feel drawn to him?
No. I...I hate him, so damn much but why do I seem to hate him in a way where my heart skips a beat when he looks at me.
No, I'm just afraid of him. Is it fear? Of course, it is and I'll simply do my best to hate him more but how? How will I hate him when all I do is have dirty thoughts about Quincy!
I jolt out of my thoughts when I feel his palm glide down my waist, settling in my dick.
"What are doing, Quincy?" I question, my voice croaky and shaky. I'm finding it difficult to focus on the lectures and now he's making it even worse by touching me.
ME!! MY DICK! HOW WILL I CONCENTRATE WHEN HE KEEPS RUBBING MY DICK CAP??
He doesn't listen when I tell him to stop and I look around. What if others notice this? What will they think of me? What will they say about me when I mistakenly let out the moan I'm dying to scream out??
"Why don't we meet up after lectures and you suck me in the bathroom?" He leans in and asks but I keep quiet and shake my head, indicating negativity.
"N—no." I stutter. "I...I don't want to do this with you again. What if someone sneaks on us?" I raised my brows at him and the smirk on his face turn even more evil.
"You have no choice, ocean eyes." Quincy says, slipping his hand into my pants this time around. He fondles my cock more; slowly and slowly and I swear I wanna scream!!
This is….this is incredible! I swear I want more of it.
You're risking things, Vince! I scream in my head.
What am I doing? Why am I giving in to Quincy's temptation?
Why do I feel great when he touches me? What is wrong with me?
"Meet me at restroom number 9. I'll be waiting and if you fail to come, you'll really hate yourself, Vince. This is not me asking you, it's what I want and you definitely know what the consequences of declining me would be." He pauses and spanks my crotch while I jerk up.
I receive awwkard stares from others and I straighten up. They shouldn't know what is happening.
Quincy doesn't stop fondling my crotch and I find it hard to stop him too. So I place my bag on my lap to prevent everyone from knowing what was really happening.
What am I doing? I should've found a way to let him stop not give room for more…. shit!
Fluid.
I feel liquid between my thighs. I just cummed.
Why do I come so easily at Quincy's touch?
Is he a sorcerer or something and what spell has he cast on me?
"Why are you even here, Quincy?"
"This is a general subject, Vince." He replies, his gaze fixed on the whiteboard. He acts like he's doing nothing, why is he so perfect at making things seem rather different?
Now he's acting all serious like a good boy while he's actually fondling someone's dick here.
MY DICK!
I repeat, MY DICK! Please stop this, Quincy. I beg him inwardly but it doesn't seem he'll end this any time soon.
"Thank you class for your time. The next class's time will be fixed soon and the schedule will be sent to both the seniors and fresher men taking this course. Thank you." The teacher announces and Quincy only stops stroking me.
I gulp down and watch his back as he walk out of the classroom. Many girls swarm around him but he doesn't seem to give any of them attention.
He's not sexually attracted to ladies like me. But I feel jealous seeing he has so many crushes.
I frown when I saw him smile at a guy. Who the hell is that and why is Quincy so free with him?!
Is that his lover? What am I then? His plaything? The one he gets to touch free of charge and dump the next minute for a guy who shows up the next minute smiling like a model on an advert billboard?!
Shit! What the hell is wrong with me? I don't have to feel this way, I'm nothing to Quincy and he's equally nothing to me too.
I should rather focus on winning Professor Kyle's heart. I tell myself and manage a smile.
Surprisingly, no bully approached me and for once in my life, I feel like a free bird; refreshed.
Is this because of Quincy? Because I allowed him fuck me? And now he's ordered his fellow bullies not to touch me?
Now I understand I've clearly bought myself temporary happiness. If I stop attending to Quincy's sexual needs, the bullying will continue. Can I even stand it?
I walk out of the classroom when I'm sure I'm no more hard. I can't afford to embarrass myself by walking around still erected down there.
"Fudge!" I tighten my fist in anger when I see Quincy still speaking with the guy from earlier. They're so close and why is Quincy all smiley!
He told me to meet him at the restroom and now he's FLIRTING with some random guy??
Why do I even feel jealous? No, I shouldn't.
I hiss and turn around, taking the other path that leads to the cafe.
I shut my eyes, my fists still balled. I keep on cussing at Quincy that I fail to notice that a pole is in front of me.
"Ouch!" I hold my forehead in pain. Quincy, you caused this! If he hadn't been flirting around then I wouldn't have hit my head.
Yes, this is me being STUPID.
"You don't have to get annoyed at the pole, it's a non-living thing."
I look up and immediately my eyes meet with Professor Kyle, I drift into the fantasy world.
I see myself in his arms and just when he was about to kiss him, the horse neigh and he says, it's time to go home.
I shake my head and come back to earth. He is still there, watching me with a small smile.
"Professor Kyle." My voice comes out low and I freeze on a spot when he takes my hand.
"Why don't you let me treat your wound? You're bruised and you don't look cute this way." He chuckles.
I touch my face subconsciously. I don't look cute? Do I have a bulge on my forehead already?
We get to his office and he offers me to sit. I nod my head and wait patiently while he applies some ointment on my bruised forehead.
I just want to look presentable all for you, professor Kyle.
"It's all done." He says and when he's about to stand, I grab his arm and he looks back at me with a bit of surprise in his face.
"Do I look cute now?" I ask and his eyebrows creased into a frown.
"Sorry." I release his arm. He doesn't like my question. He isn't reacting to my touch. Is he straight?
"That was a stupid question to ask. Thank you for helping me. I'll leave now." I rise to my feet but he stops me by grabbing my waist.
I look up at him, my hands on his chest. I can feel his heart beat loud. Is his heart racing because I'm with him?
"You've always looked cute, Vince." Professor Kyle admits and before I could speak, his lips crash against mine and he kisses me with passion.
I fall into Dreamland again. I saw professor Kyle turn back. He changed his mind about leaving and takes my hand, leading me to a river.
His hands are on my waist as our gaze lock together.
"Why don't we take a bath together, my love?" He asks and I pull off my clothes instantly, stripping naked.