He could feel Brandon's pulse through the meat. It was nothing like holding his own flesh and blood. He wrapped his fingers around it and exhaled. His arm was trembling though as he reached out for Brandon's still flaccid cock. Not like I haven't done this to myself a dozen times.' Chris said deliberately rolling his eyes. 'Good.' Brandon fished his cock out of his boxers and sat back. 'Fine.' Chris forced a smile and tilted his head just slightly. 'Of course if you want I can go tell everybody that you're the kind of man who doesn't keep pay his debts.' He really intended to go through with this from the looks of things. 'You a man of your word or not?' Brandon asked unfastening his belt and trousers as he spoke. Seriously who would actually make a spit promise at twenty five?! And what kind of guy promises to suck another man's dick if he can fuck his mother and his sister? Even if you did what kind of women let themselves be photographed while being dicked?
It had been a joke! Even when he'd spat on his palm and shook just like they had when they'd been little kids and were dead serious it had still been a joke. Brandon had told Chris he could get any woman up to and including his mother and sister. 'I told you I could do it, I don't know why you doubted me.' 'You lost the bet.' Brandon declared triumphantly sitting down on Chris's bed.
