Previously: "It's no big deal Noah," he said, sounding sleepy. "Let's sleep and in the morning we can talk about things."
"Okay..."
Michael adjusted himself a couple times and then I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck every few seconds. I had never been held by someone who wasn't my mom, and it was just as nice as I had always thought it would be. Even with just his arm around me, I could feel his heat, his strength, and I could smell his scent. I closed my eyes and must have fallen asleep within minutes.
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I woke up to sunlight peeking through the window blinds into my eyes. I closed my eyelids tighter and rolled onto my back. My hole and my dick both felt warm and a little sore. With my left hand, I felt around for Michael to my left, but he wasn't there. Did I dream everything?
Still feeling half-asleep, I crawled my left hand over my hips and onto my stomach. I felt dried cum all over the area around my belly button. It took a lot of effort to roll over onto my left side and even more to crack open an eye. I saw Michael's underwear, the black pair that had been in my mouth, still sitting on the floor where he had flung it.
It had really happened. My sexy roommate had forced me to cum from getting my ass rammed by a toy after all. Had he woken up and regretted it? I had been hoping I would wake up still nestled underneath his arm.
The sudden clang of a metal pot on the stove roused me. The digital clock on my desk said 9:13, so I decided to force myself to sit up and gradually open my eyes. I couldn't afford to wake up too late even if it was the weekend now. I had a bunch of early morning classes this semester after all.
Not wanting to exacerbate the issue if Michael was regretting last night's events, I pulled on a pair of jeans over my underwear and used a tissue to pry off a bit of the dried cum from my belly and chest. Then I opened my bedroom door.
Immediately, the smell of bacon hit my nose. The only thing I had eaten last night after dinner was Michael's boxer briefs. Normally I snacked on something unhealthy late at night before I went to bed at 11 or 12. The result was that now my stomach was unhappy with me after missing its fatty and sugary treat from last night.
I stumbled down the short hallway to the commons area and saw Michael at the stove. Like me, he wasn't wearing a shirt, only shorts. He seemed to have heard me coming at some point because he shot a glance and a smile over my way.
"Morning dude. I'm feeling a little crappy from the alcohol so I'm cooking a big pack of bacon. You can have some if you want in a few minutes."
"Okay," I said. I stood there for a couple seconds and then sat down at the table. Michael focused on the stove again and the room was silent except for the sizzling bacon. It dragged on for a good ten seconds before I go uncomfortable.
"So... How come you never told me you were bi?" I asked. Michael stiffened for a second and then looked back at me again.
"Well, you never asked," he said with a shrug.
"Well I thought you said you were straight..." I mumbled, feeling dumb.
"I don't think I did. I've just only talked about girlfriends and women. I'm just messing with you though; I probably wouldn't have admitted to not being straight anyway. It's not something I ever really talk about. Pretty much only my sister knows I think. Not that I've ever done anything with a guy before though. Well, until last night."
I saw a little smirk on his lips.
I couldn't think of a way to respond to that. While I was thinking of something, Michael spoke again.
"You're a pretty impressive guy Noah. I keep thinking back to when we first met... Practically the fifth sentence out of your mouth was saying you were gay and asking if it was a problem. It was really brave man... I've low-key admired you for that ever since. Much respect. If I were as brave as you... Maybe I would have mentioned something then, but... I guess it's always been easier to just pretend that I'm totally straight since I like women more anyway. When it comes to guys, I have a specific type. With women, I'll hook up with most of them as long as they're cute and don't seem like they'll bite me."
I found myself sitting stiffly as I listened and allowed myself to relax as he finished speaking. Michael thought I was brave? The thought was leaving me stunned. It made me feel good... But even more than that, I felt a certain sadness for Michael. The memories of my own road to acceptance came flooding back in. It hadn't been easy. If I had been bisexual, I probably would have been the same way as him.
Michael thought I was brave. That gave me enough guts for the next moment to ask what had been on my mind since waking up.