Follow him and give him a piece of my mind

Gritting my teeth, I set up after him. Taking the stairs two steps at a time, I almost caught him as he disappeared into a door to my left. Going in after him, I entered a large bedroom. Brandon sat down at the end of a queen size bed, opposite of a chest of drawers with a mirror hanging above it on the wall.

"Close the door behind you," he said simply.

Not wanting anyone to see us together here, I complied. Turning back around, I stared daggers at him, trying to catch my breath from my exertion.

"What the hell is so important that you had to drag me up here?"

"I wanted to see if you would follow me up here," Brandon said, leaning back on the bed. "That's one score for my repressed slut theory. You just can't resist me."

He grinned at me, and I could feel the bile rising in my throat again.

"I followed because you were running away from our argument."

"Emily, Emily, Emily..." he said shaking his head. "Why don't you try to be honest with yourself for once. You're not making much sense right now."

"Perhaps you could try not being a condescending smug asshole?"

"But that's my best feature!" He stopped, thinking." "Although I do have one other great feature I haven't showed you yet."

"What?" I said, suddenly wary.

"There is the matter of that last accusation you lobbed at me the night we met. My supposedly small dick. I can't let that stand you know."

Before I could stop him he started undoing his belt and fly, and pulled down his pants. I could see the bulge through his boxers, it wasn't small. Suddenly by mouth was very dry. I was frozen in place, transfixed as he pulled down his boxers as well. Revealing the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. Even half erect was majestic. The first thing I noticed was the girth, he could barely fit his hand around it as he jerked it lazily. It was also long, so long I started to wonder how he could possibly fit the whole thing in some poor girl.

"Like what you are seeing?" His voice was more commanding now, supremely confident.

I tried to swallow, but my mouth was too dry. I had my beer still in hand. I downed it in one long gulp, depositing the cup on the table. My head was swimming, I couldn't stop staring at his cock. It was almost fully erect now, the head was glistening with pre-cum. Despite its hardness, the skin covering it looked so soft. What would it be like to taste it I wondered.

"I can see you are fascinated," he smiled softly. "Come closer and take a look?"

I wanted to I realized, yet instinctively I knew it would be the path of no return.

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