The apartment was swelteringly hot. It felt more like an oven with the stagnant air and the voyeuristic sunlight glaring into the living room through the crevices of the vertical blinds and the sheer curtain over them. Otherwise, the room was completely dark and every fan we owned was turned toward the couch bed where my roommate Sergei was sprawled out with no shirt or pants on and a sheet over his lap.
He had one hand held up, scrolling idly on his phone and his hair was flipped up against the pillows under his head so I could see the way the sweat slid down his tattooed, inky skin, giving the illusion of wet paint or melting wax on an alabaster wall.
"Are those all the fans?" I asked after entering the room, fanning my face with some church fan I stole a few months ago.
He barely broke eye contact with his phone when he answered. "Should be. Did I miss one?"
"No. But the rest of the apartment is steaming hot too. You could have left one for me back there."
"I could have, but I didn't. You're welcome to hang out here with me. Plenty of room on this lumpy monstrosity."
"Hey, you have a job. You can buy another bed any time you want. You just don't."
He looked up at me then, blinking eyes too blue to be human. "No, I mean, I named it Lumpy Monstrosity."
"You named the couch bed?"
"Yeah, I was drunk but somehow I made a tiktok about it, so now it's official. Once it's on the internet, it's official, no taking it back after that."
I sighed. "Are you on tiktok right now?"
"I'm always on tiktok, it's my therapy."
"I mean, are you recording anything? I don't want to be on tiktok, and I don't want to put on real clothes either."
He looked back up at me. "Shit, I didn't even realize."
"That's because you're gay and don't see women as sexual objects like most men."
"That's never been proven. Another likely reason is that there is sweat in my eyes or sunlight glare, or I'm so used to you walking around with your ass and tits hanging out of your underwear that it desensitized me from your womanly wiles."
"Thanks." I drawled back sarcastically. Then did a double take at him with only a sheet pooled in his lap. "Are you wearing anything under that sheet?"
"Nope, too hot for underwear. But for your sensibilities, I covered up the other monstrosity." He smirked at his own joke.
I rolled my eyes. "Why do men call their anatomy monstrous? That's not attractive, that's repulsive. It literally repels people from wanting to touch or play with it."
"I doubt that."
"Why?"
"Cos you want to play with it. Otherwise you wouldn't have asked if I was wearing anything."
"That logic is fallacious."
"Is it? Are you calling me a liar and you don't want to play with it?"
"I didn't say that." I glanced at his lap again. "Y'know, I've actually never really touched one."
That made him put his phone down completely and he propped himself up on his elbows. "Do you want to? I promise to not get offended if you don't like it."
"Really? I don't want you to fuck me or anything. But, I can literally just touch it and hold it and play with it with my hands? Like exploration of the other anatomy type of deal?"
"Yeah sure. Would you want me to touch you? Or is this all about me being fondled?"
I thought for a moment. "Only hands?"
"Hands and maybe mouth if the moment feels right. Nothing that will lead to you getting pregnant."
"And you don't have anything... transmittable?"
"Not at all. I get tested every three months. You?"
"No STIs."
"So we're good to just fool around as long as my dick doesn't go anywhere near either hole below the belt for you, right?"
I nodded.
"Well, you gotta come onto the bed. It's cooler over here at least, with all these fans."
I made my way over to the couch bed and sat down on it awkwardly.
Laying propped up on the pillows next to him felt surreal. He was a real person lying next to me. His body was covered with colorful tattoos. I looked up at his face, seeing the smirk there.
"Are you scared of it?"
"Yes."
"What are you scared of? That you might like it?"
"Yes."
He laughed. "Why is that something to be afraid of?"
"I don't know. Go back to playing on your phone or something. You watching me is making me feel self conscious."
"Okay." He reached for his phone and started scrolling again.
I was just staring at the sheet covering him up. The first thing I would have to do is move the sheet. I reached and slowly moved it out of the way, letting my hand hover over the heat of him. I heard his breath catch.
"Keep scrolling."
"I'll try."
Rubbing my hand over the soft skin and bristly pubic hair was so enticing. The only thing in my head was how adult I felt.
Finally.
I was only in my late twenties. But still. I liked the way he felt. He was soft and warm, and the smell of his musk started to drift into the room. His thighs were sweaty from being under the sheet in this summer heat with this janky apartment's busted and sputtering air conditioning unit that the maintenance staff was always 'trying to fix' but it never got fixed, hence the six box fans circled around us.
"It's so small."
"It's soft; it's always smaller when it's soft. When I get hard, it gets bigger. You really shouldn't call a man's dick 'small' unless he's into that."
"Are you?"
"Sometimes. Degradation and Humiliation play is a soft limit for me really. It has to be the right kind and there has to be a lot of negotiation beforehand."
I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it. "So if I stroke it enough, it will get hard."
"Try it."
I ran my hand over it, squeezing and stroking it, rubbing my hand in some of his sweat from his thighs to make him slick and easier to stroke. His breath started to pick up a bit,
"Does it feel good when it's soft and played with?"
"Yes."
"So what I'm doing feels good?"
"Yes... it does. And you're... squeezing... and it..."
"Oh, sorry, am I hurting you? I'll loosen my --"
"Don't. It's good. The squeezing is... perfect."
"Oh, okay then..." And I squeezed him tighter and started to stroke faster.
"Ah! Slow down. I... just... not fast right away or this will be over way too quickly. And I didn't even get to touch you yet."
"Is this as hard as you get?"
"No, I can go harder."
"So if I do this..." And I squeezed him as hard as I could.
He cried out, his back bucking so that his phone dropped from his hand onto the bed next to him. "Shiiit. Slack, slack, please, just --" He flailed his hand at me, grunting kind of in a pout.
I released my fist and felt his dick harden quickly, as if the blood just sped down to it and now he stood up against his body all on his own. My hand didn't need to hold it up anymore, whereas before it was still soft enough and just heavy with blood enough to not be 'at rest.'
"Wow..."
"See, bigger."
"It's so cool. Like majestic or something."
He chuckled, and then there was a little moan in his voice when I started to stroke it again.
I glanced up at him, his head was tipped back and his jaw slack. There were sunbeams casting shadows across his face, like he was being scratched with sunlight; and his heavy breathing was almost lost in the sound of the oscillating choir of fans.
I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I bent low and put his dick in my mouth, and the sound he made as he bucked up into my mouth was rough and deep. The skin was salty from his sweat, but not unpleasant really. His pubic hair kept trying to go into my nose, so I moved one of my hands to hold him at the base, smoothing the hair down as much as I could while I sucked.