Good roommates can be hard to find, but Brad got lucky. He has two of them: Greg and Jake. Greg's gay, like Brad, but Jake is straight. Now, for some folks that might be a problem, but for the three of them the arrangement worked perfectly. Greg and Brad weren't into each other, so there was no drama there, and sexy Jake...well, Jake was straight. He thought it was totally cool rooming with a couple of gay guys, and his on-again, off-again girlfriend couldn't have been happier with the situation: there were no chicks around to tempt him away, and she knew from firsthand experience that Jake was 100% straight, so the guys were no threat at all. But then one day... Warning! This hot, steamy m/m erotic short story may need to be read one-handed. This book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those age 18 years or older. EXCERPT: By this point my afternoon beer buzz had kicked into high gear, because what I did next shocked even me. "Come here," I said, reaching out from my chair and grabbing him by his hips, pulling him towards me. "Let me take a look." Jake neither resisted nor said a word as I pulled him closer, my hands gently but firmly positioning him sidelong to me. I ran my fingers along the back of his briefs and flipped back the waistband to look at the label. It was clearly marked '100% Cotton' but I wasn't about to announce the fact. I had other plans. "It's really hard to make out what it says," I lied. "It's kinda washed out." As I turned the waistband back inside, I slowly ran my hand over the back of his briefs, gently caressing those full, rounded cheeks of his, my cock now as hard as a rock inside my jeans. "But this sure feels like cotton to me," I said, moving my other hand slowly up and down the other side of his hips - sometimes touching cotton, sometimes touching skin - wondering if I dared move in closer to his bulging crotch. "Yeah, I'm almost certain this is cotton." As I continued to caress his butt and thigh, neither of us now saying a word, I figured his lack of resistance to what I was doing must mean it was not entirely unwelcome. I guess his beer buzz must've loosened him up enough to want to see where this was going. So I decided to go one step further.