I guess I should have known Mike was gay. He always acted weird around me especially when we were alone. He would rub up against me anytime he had the chance and I would feel his hard cock press against the crack of my ass or my thigh. His fingers regularly strayed to my crotch and would caress the bulge till I pushed them away. For me to accept his invitation to be his roommate was not only asking for trouble but getting on my knees and begging for it.
I moved in on a Saturday afternoon. I was dressed in a tight white t-shirt and even tighter jeans but Mike was only in his spotless white briefs. I couldn't get my eyes off the outline of some immense monster that lurked between his legs. I immediately felt flustered and Mike smiled insolently. I tried to settle in and make myself comfortable while Mike made small talk.
I went over to the window and looked out at the scene below. It really was a nice view. I was so distracted that I didn't hear him come up behind me. Before I knew what was happening I felt his hard body press against the cleft of my buttocks while his hands reached around to my front and rested on my cock. I gasped as his fingers boldly grabbed and squeezed my organ. I tried to ignore him but I was beginning to get hard. I pulled away from him and turned back to glance down at his briefs. I badly wanted to see what had been prodding my ass crack. A huge pole tented his briefs.