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"What the f**k! I ain't gay!"

"Oh," Lonnie said with surprise. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

Brandon's fists balled up tight, angry that the boy, first of all, assumed that he was gay and then was actually surprised to hear that he wasn't. "Why the f**k would you think that? You're lucky I'm a nice guy. Anyone else would kick your ass for saying something like that."

"You're right. I'm sorry. I thought you liked me... that way."

Brandon balked. "Well, I don't!"

"I can see that."

Lonnie's eyes drifted down to Brandon's crotch for just a split second before his lip curled in a little smirk.

Brandon almost went ballistic. The little fucker was checking out his meat! What the f**k! Then he realized that his c**k was nearly fully hard, creating a large and noticeable bulge in his snug and faded blue jeans pointing towards his hip. He backed up towards the door.

"Listen here, cupcake," Brandon growled. Lonnie's mouth fell open at the insult and he was about to retort, but Brandon interrupted. "I ain't no fuckin' fag." His voice got louder and he grew angrier with each second, spittle flying out of his mouth. "You're all coming on to me... sitting all close... with your..." He motioned his hand over Lonnie's body, "...your tight shirt and... long hair... you look like a f*****g girl!" Brandon stepped closer and balled his hands into fists. "I outta beat the s**t out of you!"

Lonnie pushed his hair back behind his ear and swallowed nervously. He pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around his knees. "I said I was sorry," he whispered. The playfulness was gone and he looked genuinely frightened of Brandon as his body started to tremble.

Brandon almost apologized. That he was scaring the little man-made him sick to his stomach. He pushed it aside and snapped, "You got four days, then I want you out of here."

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