Wes stood stock-still, not knowing how to move or what to do. “God, I want you all the time, too.” It was like an itch he could never scratch, a thirst he could never quench. He ached for Justin, and no matter how many times he jacked off thinking about Justin, or remembering being inside Justin, he still couldn’t calm himself down. He was like a live wire, a gun ready to fire, every moment. One look from Justin and he was half hard, right in the middle of campus.
