Ninety-five degrees.
Connor was laying back on his bed, his tanned sinewy arms tucked behind his head. His wifebeater exposed two tufts of course black hair on his armpits. His hefty balls were sticking to his thigh, and his swollen dick was lazily sitting to its side. He wasn't wearing any bottoms.
Because of the heat wave, the power had went out hours ago, and nobody knew when it would be turned on again. There was no AC, and their open window didn't help much with cooling down the sweltering heat. But that didn't stop Connor's roommate, Kyle, from attempting to finish writing an essay on his laptop using whatever charge it had left.
Connor and Kyle were so different—yet perfectly made for one another. Kyle was a skinny white boy who stood at 5'8", with shaggy brown hair and green eyes that he hid behind thick glasses. He had never really ventured outside of his hometown in Missouri. Connor was 5'11", a half-Chinese half-Korean kid from San Francisco, who was a little bit more on the muscular side. He had jet black hair and piercing dark brown eyes. Kyle was pre-med. Connor was pre-law. They found themselves matched into the same Freshman dorm at NYU. They were both gay.
They had an arrangement. They were roommates with benefits...and nothing more.
Connor scratched his rib cage. "Dude. You work way too much."
Kyle was laser focused on his essay. "Not all of us can get A's just through charm alone."
Connor chuckled. "I do work sometimes."
"Uh huh."
"I just happen to be devilishly handsome. And I know how to get what I want."
"Whatever." Kyle rolled his eyes and glanced over at Connor. Even just lounging there, he looked like a god with his fat dick and golden skin. Kyle swallowed back his jealousy. Things just came easier to Connor. He was from an affluent family in a big city. Kyle felt like a hick next to him. Connor had an effortless smile that lit up a room, and he made a new friend everywhere he went. People just wanted to talk to him. Kyle buried his face in books, pretending that he was okay with his roommate always getting the attention. Their floormates always referred to them as "Connor and Kyle," never the other way around.
Connor stated, "Classes are cancelled today, bro. Your essay isn't due. Why don't you just enjoy the day off?"
"Because I might as well utilize my time getting a head start."
"I think you're done."
"I actually have a few more paragraphs to go—"
Connor's voice dropped. "No, Kyle. I think you're done."
Kyle immediately stopped typing. He knew what that meant. He could feel a small stirring in his loins. You see, Connor was genuinely a nice guy, but he had a mean streak. And that came out in the form of dominating Kyle. The thing was, Kyle couldn't help being Connor's bitch. Because no matter what, Kyle always found his cock getting rock hard even just thinking about it. Kyle never realized how submissive he truly was until he began rooming with Connor.
"Crawl over here, now."
Kyle awkwardly got on his hands and knees. He felt ridiculous and humiliated crawling over to Connor, but that's what Connor enjoyed.
"Clean my balls, boy."
Connor had a hefty seven inch cock, and Kyle clocked in around six-and-a-half. They both were decently hung around the same size, however, the major difference between the two was the fact that Connor had a huge set of balls. Kyle's face approached Connor's golf-ball sized testicles. He could smell that Connor hadn't showered yet, and the heat covered Connor in a layer of sweat. This was when his scent was the most intoxicating. Musky. Pure man. Kyle moved Connor's dick out of the way and began lapping the sweat off of Connor's balls. It was kind of salty and funky, but Kyle loved it. He sucked one of Connor's balls into his mouth.
"You like that, boy?"
