Previously: I also decided to try to have something ready for him to eat when he returned. I wasn't sure if "something together for dinner" meant pizza or a restaurant or leftovers or something else, but I suddenly felt like doing something sappy like cooking a meal for him was just what I wanted.
I have a boyfriend, I thought to myself as I dried my hair in the mirror. My smile looked more radiant than it had in a while as I stared at myself. Now the only question was what should I cook for us?
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Even after the shower, the temptation to jerk off was real. I also knew from experience that if I sat around, time would slow to a crawl while I waited and wished that Michael would get back sooner. No, the best solution to both my problems was for me to get out of the dorm for a while.
I put on some sunscreen, donned my sunglasses, grabbed a water bottle, and triple checked that our door was truly locked before heading out into the gorgeous sunlight. My bike was locked just outside the building, leaning against the metal bars of the rack in all its mediocre glory. Some people kept their bikes inside to prevent bike theft, but I figured that the lock and the evident age of my bike were strong enough thief-repellant to keep it safe outside.
Once unlocked, I slung my body over the bike and set off down the sidewalk and onto the road. I joined the meager Saturday traffic waiting at the stoplight and within a few minutes I was moving through the heart of our campus. My destination was the bike trail at the other side which I found to be delightfully empty by the time I got there.
Following the trail all the way down and back took me about two hours. I didn't head straight back home yet, deciding instead to stop outside a Wendy's on campus to grab a salad for lunch before completing the rest of the return journey. There were a few slices of bacon on top of the greens and without a second's hesitation I removed them from the bowl. The bacon breakfast a few hours ago had been more than enough, thank you.
After I got home and put everything back in its place, I managed to do the last few parts of my homework that were needed for Monday.
The next few hours dwindled away as I turned my attention to some games and tv shows. Midway through watching the last few episodes of Game of Thrones, I decided to retrieve one of my big dildos.
Then it was right back to the couch to continue watching, but this time while practicing my dick sucking on the toy. Might as well do something useful while watching tv, right? I had never sucked a dick let alone touched one, but I had practiced on my toys before. Now that Michael was interested in me, it was a good time to freshen up my skills and strip the old varnish away. I was going to dedicate myself to giving the best head he had ever received so he wouldn't even be able to think about his past lady friends while I had him between my lips.
Around 4, I took another quick shower to cleanse the sweat from the morning's exercise before leaving the building again to go buy some food. While wandering around the store, I realized it might have been clever to figure out what I wanted to cook or buy before I drove over here, but eventually I made up my mind.
I didn't know exactly when Michael was going to get back, so I wanted something that could be left to heat for a little while before burning or something. I wasn't a particularly great chef either, so it couldn't be anything too complicated. With these limits on my mind, I eventually decided to just go for some simple ingredients like chicken, onions, tomatoes, and jalapenos.
Once home, I got the chicken starting to cook. Once it had about half an hour left, I started with the other ingredients, grilling them all together and leaving them on low heat while I waited for Michael.
He ended up arriving about a quarter before 6, which was conveniently only a few minutes after the chicken had finished. I had finished cutting the chicken up into flat pieces when he walked in.
"Hey Noah, I stopped by Taco Bell if you wanted anything," he said, brandishing a plastic bag.
"Oh..." I said, feeling disappointed. He walked over and looked at all my food.
"God damn are you cooking enough for both of us?" he asked. "I didn't actually eat anything yet, so don't feel bad."
"I thought it would be fun to make something for both of us, yeah," I said. Happier again, I started piling the diced onions, tomatoes, and jalapenos over the chicken along with some melted white cheese and salsa.
"Well fuck this stuff then," said Michael. He opened the refrigerator and tossed the Taco Bell bag in unceremoniously. "What all did you make?"
We ate together while Michael told me about helping his family back at their home. Once we were both full to the brim, he looked past me and over to the couch.
"Were you fucking yourself again Noah? It looks like you left your dildo on the couch," he said with an evil smile.
Woops.
"No that's not it!" I said as I jumped up and grabbed the dildo. I hurriedly cleaned it in the bathroom and tossed it onto my bed before returning to Michael.
"Were you just staring at it then?"
"No."
"Tell me!"
"I was sucking it," I admitted, looking at the ground and smiling despite my embarrassment.
"Why?"
"Err... Just to... Practice more, I guess."
"Oh yeah? Preparing to jump my loins right when I got home perhaps? Or maybe after I lowered my defenses?"
"Please never say "my loins" again Michael."
"Sorry Noah, my loins are here to stay."
