4 on the Floor

Max has always had a problem keeping a roommate. Not only is he hot tempered, but he is also a self-proclaimed sex addict and he can never resist the young guys with the tight bodies. Within three months of being hit on constantly, they leave in disgust. Max promises himself that this time will be different. When a big ox of a man with tattooed muscled arms shows up at his door, Max knows he can keep his hands off of him. He is not Max's type. When the new roommate has his two buddies over one night, they give Max something he has never experienced before, and he desperately wants to join them in their nightly game.

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Carl put his stuff in his bedroom and then he sat down on the opposite end of the sofa from Max. "You remember what I said, don't you?"

Max remembered, but he thought it best to deny it. "I guess not."

Carl lowered his big body to the floor in front of Max and within seconds he had Max's tightening jeans down and off. "Maybe you do remember. I said to be ready for me and I would say you are." He yanked the white briefs off of Max, pulling him toward the edge of the sofa.

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About a month had passed for the two new roommates when Carl said he wanted to have a couple of guys over for the night.

"Sure. It's your place, too."

"These guys are a lot like me. Sure you're up for it?"

Max had no idea what Carl was talking about, but he didn't want to appear naïve. "Sure. When have I not been up for it?"

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