Mav frowned at his roommate. Any other guy would have backed off at the dangerous look in his eyes but he knew Duke didn't back down for anyone. Neither did Mav as a general rule, even though he wished he could. But he couldn't, because for some reason he was still hard�harder than ever in fact�and if he jumped off the couch now, his state of arousal would show. There was nothing to do but sit there and play the stupid game until his annoying best friend gave it up and moved on to other things."Gay chicken," Duke whispered, leaning in. The idea was for two guys to get as close to kissing as they could. The one to pull away first was the loser. Duke always won because he was a fierce competitor where any sport was concerned�be it soccer, baseball, basketball, football, table tennis�or gay chicken."Come on, Duke, stop it," Mav murmured as his roommate got closer and closer. He could see the little gold and green flecks in Duke's chocolate brown eyes, could smell the faintly spicy aftershave he wore and under it, the warm scent of his skin."Can't stop unless you give," Duke murmured, moving in. "Gotta play to win, Mav. And you know I always win."Mav sighed, still looking deeply into his best friend's eyes. For some reason it reminded him of the picture he'd seen on the website of the two guys looking at each other. "Yeah, you always have to win, fag," he muttered, not sure if he was angry or�something else. By now his c* ... read full excerpt from Str8te Boys ebook