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I don’t fuck with straight guys.
At all.
Many of them have fragile egos and macho manly energy that pisses me off and propels me to sudden, impulsive violence. I prefer queers who are comfortable in their own sexuality, like myself, thank you very much.
The only time I hover near a heterosexual man is if he’s a lost bi-curious lamb who wants to experiment. In that case, I make it my mission to take him to heaven. Like an angel did to some prophet—don’t ask me what his name is; I can’t even remember mine half the time.
Brandon King doesnotbelong on any of my lists of interest.
He’s too uptight and closed off, not to mention standoffish and arrogant. His entire existence should give me a serious case of erectile dysfunction.
Jesus fuck.
That guy could use a chill pill. Or a few. In fact, someone should shove the entire bottle down his throat and make him choke on it.
Fuck him and hisback offandstop touching me.
I’m straight.Like fuck he is.
He nearly bounced on my cockandhe sat there so prettily while I was nursing an erection of epic proportions for a whole five minutes. Not that I was counting or anything.
Or maybe I was. To prove his theory.
Straight, my ass. Or his, to be more specific—pun totally intended.
I should note that during that time, his sister walked by and he nearly lost his marbles, which is probably why he remained frozen for a long period of time, but I digress.
I’m completely uninterested in his mythical straight battle. Fuck that right the fuck off, if you ask me.
The reason I invited him to the initiation was solely to mess with his twin brother. The major asshole who leads the preppy kids in the Elites and thinks he could go head-to-head with us.
A few nights ago, Landon and I fought at one of my favorite places on the island—the fight club. I was so pumped to pummel that English prick to the ground in front of his wannabe fans.
But thenBrandonshowed up and stood there like the prince version of his brother.
I admit that I lost concentration because he looked so fucking agitated at the prospect of Landon being beaten to death, and I also admit Kolya appreciated the view.
He’shot. And it’s different on him than his show-off, in-your-face brother.
Brandon has a quieter presence and carries himself in a total golden-boy fashion.
Slick brown hair, groomed face, tall and slim frame, but muscled. Yup, don’t let those preppy clothes fool you. Asshole has abs. All six of them. I counted them yesterday since I had nothing else to do with my hands. I would’ve preferred to let my hand go down a more fun path, but I doubt grouchy Brandon would’ve been thrilled.
Anyway…stop sidetracking. Now, brain. I mean it.
I almost lost that fight because Brandon got in the way. Side note, I don’t usually get distracted during fights because of this lame reason, I assure you.
So,naturally, I had to mess with Bran the way he dared to mess with me. And it so happened that the initiation was coming up and I couldn’t miss that chance.
Since he was so concerned about his idiot brother, I made up a whole drama about his participation. It was a shot in the dark. I really thought Brandon wouldn’t fall for it, since he’s this major snob who looks down on people like me from his high horse.
Imagine my fucking surprise when he walked right in like a lost lamb.
Astraightlost lamb.
What I didn’t expect was his subtle aggressiveness and hints of submissiveness peeking from beneath the mask of rigorous control that he wears like a second skin.
From the outside looking in, he seems too boring and snobbish and like he could use some drugs. Maybe a mixture of them would help loosen up the layer of asshole wrapped around him.
