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Chapter 8 by Gassygleeguy Gassygleeguy

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Sam and Maxes first confrontation…

For the second night in. Row, max couldn’t sleep. Sam was being insufferable, some corny movie playing on the tv. Once you’ve seen one Adam sandler comedy you’d seen them all. The comedians Juvenile sense of humor seemed to mirror his roommate who hadn’t seemed to mature past the age of twelve. Max had only been rooming with Sam for two days and already felt like he was going crazy.

For one, he has the sex drive of somebody who had only just discovered their cock. if it wasn’t scratching his ass or picking up another can, Sam’s Hand was basically attached to his cock 24/7 no matter what he was doing. It didn’t matter that he was in plain sight of his new roommate, nothing was going to come between the blonde and his long edging session.

That was something thing he’d come to learn about his roommate Sam, the guy acted as though he wasn’t in the room a large majority of the time, unless he wanted something from him. Max considered himself a pretty cool guy, he wasn’t easily riled and could get along with pretty much anybody. Sam was beginning to really test his patience however. Here he was, lying awake at 2am as his roommate showed no sign of going to sleep anytime soon.

“Dude, can you pass me another beer?” Max sat up, eyes glaring at the other boy.

“Sam, it’s two in the morning, I have to be up for class in 4 hours, could you not just get it yourself?”

The Drunk and gassy pig had been polluting the room with his beer Belches and wet farts all through the night. He didn’t even have the decency to go to the bathroom, instead choosing to line his cock up and piss into the empty bottles he’d collected throughout the day.

“Sorry bro, I’m not tired yet, I’ll just sleep through my classes again, it’s not like I go to college to learn or anything”

Sam Cocks his leg up in the air and releases a thunderous fart from his arse, the smell was revolting and travelled instantly to his nostrils, making max nearly gag.

“Hey maxy, can you smell that bro, it fuckin’ reeks like shit doesn’t it?”

“Can you cut it out Sam, I’m not really interested in talking about gas or anything at all actually,please just go to fucking sleep” he argued, his worlds coming out angrily.

“Woah there bro, don’t kill the vibe. You’re gonna have to get used to it, don’t forget your place on the team. You’re here for us to practice our moves, in fact, why don’t I give you a little demonstration on just how great I am”

How should Sam teach Max a lesson in manners?

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