Quinton in Love

Quinton was in love. Just being around Willie made him weak in the knees. Quinton didn't like it. He was use to it being the other way around. He was the one that got the admiring glances, the penetrating eye contact, the shy and tentative smiles, loved 'em and left 'em.

Quinton had been fending off advances since he was fourteen and rocked out of puberty into his current form -- six two, broad shouldered, slim waisted. His musculature was all natural, sleek and taunt, like a purebred race horse's. Quinton was a mesomorph and didn't seem to have to do a thing but just be to keep trim and in shape.

He'd found out he could make good money with his looks and his body while in high school. He'd been hustling ever since -- any one that wanted him and was willing to pay, male or female. The big money was with the older male clients. But no matter what they paid him Quinton didn't ever reciprocate. Hell, he wasn't queer.

Now Quinton wanted things different, wanted to do things he had said he would never do, wanted to be in positions he had carefully avoided for years, wanted to love as much as he wanted to be loved. What was worse was that Quinton had no idea how Willie felt about the whole thing.

Sure, Willie was slim, delicate and soft voiced -- and there was gossip. But Quinton had checked around. All it was was gossip. For someone in the public spotlight Willie was a very private individual.