Zeke's a pretty great roommate, all things considered. He's always cleaned up after himself, respects privacy, and he's a fun friend and a great cook. But Sunday mornings are always the same: I wake up, I shower, I dress, and I walk out to Zeke. Passed out on the couch. Naked.
We've been sharing this apartment for about six months and I don't think there's ever been a weekend that he hasn't been wasted and on full display. I haven't really said anything because, like I said, he respects my privacy, so I try to respect his. It's not exactly what I pictured when I was hunting for a roommate though.
I made my way to the kitchen for some cereal. The first couple of times this happened, I tried to be quiet and not disturb him, but this guy's out like a light. He'll wake when he wakes, and I know it's not because of me. I finished my cereal and started out, but I couldn't find my keys for the life of me. Not on my dresser, not on the counter... shit. It hit me. They're on the couch.
"Hey, uh... Zeke? You up? I really need my keys."
Nothing.
"ZEKE!" Great... he's not getting up any time soon.
I tried patting his face, shaking his shoulder, no luck. I could just barely see my key ring between the cushions, so all there was to do was get down and try to fish them out. I try to ignore Zeke as much as I can when he's like this, but it's hard to ignore a naked guy inches from your face. Maybe I looked a little longer than I wanted, but Zeke's got a body he can be proud of. He hits the gym every day, and his light brown Latino skin really shows off every aspect of his physique. He's no body builder, but from his calves up to his shoulders, the guy's toned and takes care of himself.
I snapped out of it and started reaching in the cushion, trying to fish for my keys. I almost had them when, of course, Zeke decides to wake up.
"Woah, there! You've gotta buy me a drink before you get on your knees for me bro, haha!"
To be fair, my face was right next to his crotch. I knew he meant it as a joke, but it caught me so off guard my head shot straight up and locked my gaze onto his morning wood. He was thick. A lot thicker than me, with a pretty distinct two-tone from his circumcision. It was only a second, but it felt like I was staring before I broke away and found his eyes.
"Sorry man! I left my keys on the couch and they must have fallen between the cushions when you crashed here last night. Just trying to fish them out."
"Haha all good man! Last night you could have been on this couch and I'd have been too buzzed and tired to notice. I sure didn't notice your keys. I'll get up and let you get going. I should shower and get dressed to head out myself."
"Hey Zeke?" After six months I had to ask. "What do you get up to on Saturday nights. I mean, you do you, but you're naked on this couch every week. I never really understood why you take your clothes off in your bedroom but come out here to crash."
"Oh that's easy man. I take the clothes off before I head out. I spend a few hours around town, doing a little bar crawling depending on the scene, and by the time I make it back here the couch is as far as I can make it. I hope it doesn't bother you dude, but I figured after this long you must be cool with it."
"Wait. You go out naked? As in, in public? Why? Is that even legal?"
"Yeah man. A lot of people don't realize it, but there's nothing illegal about public nudity in this city. You can't engage in any lewd activity, but walking around is totally fine. A lot of places even have clothing optional nights, and those are the bars I hit up every week."
"I guess I just never knew. So... why do you do it? I mean, if there's a thrill I guess I could see doing it in the summer, but it's January. It's gotta be 30 degrees at most when you head out. You're not freezing?"
"Oh it's definitely chilly! But that's part of the fun to me. I just love how free I feel. I can be me, and people can look or they can not look, but what people see is what they get. You can relax and stop worrying about trying to wear the right thing or meet an expectation, and the people who meet you are meeting the realest you. I think everyone should at least try it."
"I don't know man, I definitely don't think that's for most people. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you if you're happy doing it. But you've gotta admit, not everyone's stepping out with everything on display. How did you even get into this?"
"Haha they didn't call me Zeke the Streak for nothing in college! Some buddies dared me to try it at some games, and I just really dug it! Of course, at my college it actually wasn't allowed, so there was some amount of thrill involved, but now it's a lifestyle. Who knows? Maybe if you tried it you'd feel the same."
I could feel the blood rushing out of my face and into my dick as he said it. I could never do that! I mean, I could see myself fantasizing about it... but to actually do it? No thanks.
"Uhhh sorry bro. I'm glad you enjoy it and are brave enough to do it, but I don't think it's for me. Curiosity just got the best of me and I had to know what you did every week. I should really go now though. Can I get my keys?"
