Coming Out: Stop Jerking

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"Chris?"

The doorknob opens and your roommate walks into your room. He's drunk beyond belief. Maxwell was the same age as you, only a couple of months older, though you wouldn't know that by looking at him. He kept his hair in a slight shag and had a great body thanks to his many years as a baseball player. He has this constant shit-eating grin that always seemed to be destined for trouble. And here he was, wondering around your building at night, wearing nothing but black boxer-briefs. You are still hard so you stay still on your bed, not willing to move an inch.

"There you are, babe," Maxwell slurs before flopping onto your bed right next to your side, putting his arm underneath your head and leaning you in for a big kiss.

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