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Oh, Christ

I catch the cu as I step into the bathroo deviant Oh God, I am such a deviant fuck

I clean up and stuff my cum-drenched boxers down into the hamper I share with him I’ll have to do a load of laundry—onlythe evidence of my perversion, I co in Sharpie I bring it to my nose and inhale

So good I stuff the thing under rab a roll of TP, turn on the laive his shirt another sniff then stuff it in between the chair’s back and its cushion I tuck the football pillow in the crook of ive thes It feels okay I can smell him, still—the kind of shampoo he uses

Miller's dick My hand around it And I'ain

Ihorizontal is soet under the covers and jerk off oneI'ood when it happens

I fall asleep holding a wad of toilet paper, and I wake to Miller's face, his wide eyes inches from mine His hands are on my shoulders like they always seem to be

He looks concerned "Are you okay?"

I wipe ay boy boners for me"

I hate how shaky my voice sounds But I love what his face does in response to ot one Sit back on your knees and let me see it"

He doesn't move, which means he's still partway on top of me I cup his jaith my hand

"Miller, Miller" My other hand is roving down the front of hied with heavy muscle I want to kiss his throat, reach lower tillthat dark line of hair that leads into his boxer briefs I can't kiss him, so I reach down and find the waistline of his briefs

"I didn't know you gays were like this,” I say “Boners all the ti through these briefs? Does that dick want a mouth?"

"Stop it," he grits, but he doesn't ive hie in his briefs

"Seems like you're always hard when you're around me What do you do in physics?"

"I'm not," he says, but it's a soft whine

I closethe tip of his thick shaft