My Hot Uni Roommate

Previously in Chapter 07:

I nodded and followed him outside. I wasn't going to be offended by that. I had already been out to my friends for a few years and my parents for over a year. I couldn't expect Michael to instantly match my comfort level. Especially when he was probably wrestling with his own experience of effectively living as a straight main for most of his romantic life.

"That's fine," I said breathlessly as each stair I took made the plug rub around inside of me. "I won't rush you."

"You're a really cool dude, Noah," said Michael appreciatively. "Let's take my car. No offense, but I don't trust you to not get us in a crash with that thing inside of you."

I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of crashing into a stoplight pole while humping against the toy. Probably wise.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," I agreed.

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We made it to the restaurant after a 17 minute drive, which was actually a pretty good time considering the time of day and distance to the restaurant. Of course, it had felt longer than that to me, since every twist of my rear against the seat drew my attention to the plug. Every vibration of the car seemed more apparent. The parking lot was filling up quickly but we got a decent spot and I was happy to be able to exit the car.

I stretched and looked around to make sure no one was looking my way before covertly massaging the base of the toy through the seat of my jeans. Michael smiled over at me as he locked the car and then walked to my side and placed a hand on my back to get me moving towards the entrance.

"It seemed like you were enjoying yourself a bit on the drive over," he cajoled. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm okay," I said, putting on a strong face which immediately faded as I took a step and made the plug rub against my prostate. "I'm glad I'm wearing jeans... I'm going to have a permanent boner."

"Might give the old ladies something to spy on at least, but I guess it's for the best," he said.

The restaurant was busy as would be expected for a Friday evening. We put our names in and then began to wait in the lobby until a table opened up. While we waited, Michael had directed me so our backs were facing the corner of the lobby area. I wondered why he wanted us to stand against the wall when I felt his left hand snake down to my ass, slide into my jeans, and grab the plug through my boxer briefs.

I shivered a little at the intimacy of the motion but managed to keep it together. We were shoulder to shoulder so the other groups waiting in the area shouldn't have been able to see anything. He grabbed the base of the plug and pulled it out maybe an inch, twisted it a bit, and then very carefully pushed it back in.

I let out a muffled whimper and brought my knuckles up to my lip as if I were thinking to help keep myself quiet. I was impressed by how bold he was.

"Michael, someone's going to see what you're doing," I whispered to him. He moved the plug out and in again in response.

"Not if I'm careful and not if you're good and quiet. I'm helping us pass the time."

I still wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but on the other hand, I couldn't exactly reach around and pull his hand out of my pants without giving away the game. I didn't have much choice but to stay still. I closed my eyes and focused on staying quiet as he continued to torture me with a slow fucking from the plug.

He was right though. When I stopped worrying about getting caught, the time passed much more quickly than sitting around would have. Our buzzer began to... buzz, and I opened my eyes and checked my watch. We had been waiting for about a quarter of an hour but it only felt like a few minutes.

Like a professional ninja, Michael carefully extracted his hand from my jeans and then approached the waitress like he hadn't been doing anything wrong. We were soon seated and to my surprise there actually weren't that many people around us. Maybe they were just short on staff instead of space.

I slid into one side of the booth and Michael slid across from me. He laughed as I grunted in surprise when I sat down with too much force. I had somehow forgotten the plug for a second, and I shoved a few centimeters deeper into myself when I plopped down.

"I know this must be torture for you," he said, "but I want you to know that this is five star entertainment for me to witness."

"Well it's five star entertainment for my hole," I said as I tried to get comfortable. "It's definitely making me horny as hell trying to not react to it. Every time I move I can feel it."

"Glad to hear it. At least we got a table pretty fast for a Friday night."

"Yeah that wasn't so bad. Good thing there's no global health pandemic going on right now that would prevent us from having a date here. You'll love their food."

"Yeah, that would totally suck," said Michael. "What are you going to drink?"

"Just a water I thi-" I moaned and interrupted myself as I suddenly felt something rubbing aggressively against my erection. I looked down and saw one of his feet massaging my crotch under the table. It seemed he had slipped off his shoe while talking to me. "Oh god Michael, this is too much teasing," I gasped as he continued to rub delicately against my dick.

"Good boys don't whine! I was thinking about ordering a margarita or something but then I remembered I'm driving us home and it's not as fun when you can't drink anyway."

"Well I'm just about 20 at least," I said. "Not too much longer to wait." Getting drunk with Michael seemed like a lot of fun.

"Oh, look alive, I think we have our waitress coming over."

I sat up straighter and looked to my left and saw that he was right. I hoped it would earn me a reprieve from the foot fondling, but Michael kept the massage going under the table.

"What can I get you guys to drink?" she asked in a bubbly voice.

"I'll have a coke or pepsi," said Michael.

"And you, Sir?" she asked as she looked towards me. I tried to smile and hoped my face wasn't flushing. If it was, hopefully she would just think I was nervous because a pretty woman was talking to me.

"I'll j-just have water. Thanks," I choked out slowly.

"Coke and a water, got it. My name is Ashley by the way. I'll be back in a few minutes. I have a lot of tables."

"No rush," said Michael with a polite nod. He followed her with his eyes for a few moments and then directed his attention back to me. "She's almost as cute as you," he said, which caused me to blush.

"She's going to think I'm weird now," I sighed. "Are you going to keep your foot on my dick all night?"

"I might just so I can see you squirm even more. Also, you are weird anyway so it doesn't matter."

I couldn't help but laugh but got my revenge by kicking his shin under the table.

"Ow! Call an ambulance," he grunted, really acting up the amount of pain I had inflicted.

"You'll survive," I said.

"Hmph. What if my... uh leg bones really were broken there? You would just watch me bleed out."

"I might."

"Heartless I say. But I don't think you really mind my foot there. You haven't even tried to remove it."

"Well, I know you'll just move your foot back over my dick or threaten to spank me if I don't let you tease me, so I didn't think there was a point of trying to push it away," I said.

"Am I that obvious?" he asked with a pleased look on his face. He leaned back against the cushion and continued his teasing pressure. "You've already got me read like a book."

I was about to retort when Ashley suddenly re-materialized with our drinks.

"Water and... coke," she said as she carefully placed one glass in front of me and one in front of Michael. She tossed straws at us and then pulled out a notepad. "Are you two ready to order?"

"Uhhhh, I think we need menus," said Michael in an apologetic tone. The waitress stared blankly at us and then face-palmed.

"Oh! The hostess should have given you some so I didn't even pay attention. Sorry, I'm running ragged here."

"No big deal," I said as I tried to not focus on my crotch.

She scurried away and quickly returned with menus.

"Okay, I'll try to pop back within a few minutes," she said breathlessly before hurrying away.

"Alright, let's see what munchies they got to choose from," he said in excitement as he cracked the menu open. "What are you going to get Noah?"

"Probably my usual. Steak and shrimp."

"Oh that sounds good. The ol' surf 'n turf. How do you like your steaks?"

"Medium rare or medium."

"Ah nice man. If you said well-done like my dad I might have dumped you right here."

"Oh god you're joking," I giggled.

"Nah, I'm not. He likes them killed. Doesn't want to take the chance of the cow still being alive, you know?"

"I guess I can understand the fear," I said with a dopey grin on my face.

Even though Michael was driving me crazy with arousal, I was loving every second of our first real date. I felt like we had such great chemistry. His sense of humor was perfect and he was witty enough to keep me on my toes with every verbal jab and retort.

While he scoured the menu with the thoroughness of a hungry tiger, we talked about random things. Our schoolwork as the semester winded down, video games, even another story about a party he went to during the week after we had finally ordered.

Apparently someone named "Martha" had "totally swallowed three brownies at once while also doing a few shots of tequila" and won a bet. It took a few minutes for me to even understand the logistics that situation entailed.

Then, the conversation fell quiet for a few moments after we finally stopped cackling and crying tears of laughter. His foot had temporarily stopped while he was losing it at the punchline but he started ever so slowly massaging my hard dick again. He gave me a naughty look that said "I know what I'm doing. What are you going to do about it?" without speaking.

"This is going to be really hard to explain to both our sets of parents if we stay an item, isn't it?" asked Michael.

I gave him a sad smile.

"Yeah, a little bit. I don't think it will be a huge deal on my end though. At least my parents know I'm gay, so that bombshell is out of the way. And they technically know about you already. They'd get over it pretty quickly once they met you I think."

"I don't know, from what you've told me before about them, they might think I'm a drug dealer for you or something," he said with a snicker. "I hope they're not the "oh god a black person living in my zip code I need the police" kind of white people."

"No, not that bad," I said with a smile. "Once Ohana became president they got kind of caught up in the conspiracy theories that he was born in Libya until they were debunked. But then they got used to the idea of a black president and mellowed out. By the end they just disliked him for other reasons. A few decent reasons too, not just "Helmet-Gate" or "Ketchup-Gate". My dad's a vet and he says Ohana was just another imperialist with a prettier coat of paint. He thinks we shouldn't be fighting endless wars and I can't say I disagree."

"Damn, your dad sounds almost woke," said Michael with a chuckle. "Can you be racist and woke at the same time?"

"I don't know. Maybe. But they have friends and coworkers and such who aren't white and they seem to like them just fine. I think they just aren't as empathetic to people they don't know personally. But once they get to know you, I think they would like you and not assume you are selling me drugs just because you're black."

"Nah, I think I know what you mean. It's like the people who are homophobic until their kids come out of the closet. Then they get over it and realize their kids are still the same, so maybe they're not all bad like they thought. Hopefully my parents are like that if I come out as bisexual."

"Oh right. Do you think they'd take it badly?" I asked. Michael shrugged.

"Let's just say I haven't heard them say great things about gay people, but they're not aggressive about it or anything. It's just not easy being LGBT and black. At least not if you're a male. You've got to be tough and masculine. Other black guys will give you shit a lot of the time if you don't present as a typical straight guy. Can't show weakness, at least when you're in grade school. And among the older black folks a lot of them are still kind of socially conservative or religious or both. So that's a whole mess. But like I said before, at least my sister was cool about it when I told her I was bi. She'll stand up for me and it will be two versus two if my parents make a problem of it. The culture is changing little by little."

"It's going to be awkward introducing each other to both our sets of parents," I said with a sigh.

Luckily, that conversation fizzled out as the waitress delivered our food. I had gotten my steak and shrimp with a baked potato on the side and a side salad. Michael had ordered a half rack of ribs and some broccoli. We dug in immediately as Michael continued to tease me with his foot.

Our conversation veered away from boring sociopolitical issues and back towards less stressful things as we ate. The seconds melted into minutes and the minutes flew by as we ate and enjoyed ourselves.

Finally, we had each pigged out enough. Michael had eaten all of his food and a few of my shrimp that I offered. I got the baked potato in a to-go container as I was too full. I also didn't want to put myself in a food coma in case Michael was angling for us to have some naughty fun once we got home. Surely he wouldn't have made me wear this damn plug and rub my dick all night unless he wanted me all riled up for once we got home, right?

"Oh! Here she comes with the bill," hissed Michael as he nudged my dick extra hard. "Now how this works is if she gives it to me it means she thinks you're the bottom."

I rolled my eyes.

"She doesn't even know we're a couple," I retorted. "She can't think either of us is the bottom."

Once she arrived at our table, Ashley smiled and placed the check in between us, although it was at least half a foot closer to Michael.

"Whenever you two are ready!" she said pleasantly before scurrying away. I crossed my arms and frowned at the check. Michael seemed to be trying to stop himself from laughing as he waggled his eyebrows up and down at me.

"Doesn't prove anything," I said with a frown as I pushed the check towards him. "I guess you have to buy dinner though."

"Sure, sure. Just a random coincidence," he agreed with an overly serious tone. "But I suppose as the correctly identified top I guess it's my duty to pay for us tonight. Next time you can buy."

"Alright, thanks," I said. He nodded and gave me some friendly pressure on my dick as he whipped out a credit card.

"Besides," I said, "We haven't even had full sex yet, so technically neither of us can be the top or bottom."

"A technicality. You're better than that Noah," he admonished me. "But that technicality might not safeguard you for long."

I opened my mouth to ask what he meant by that but then the waitress stopped by again and took the check and his card.

Were we going to fuck soon? Was he going to fuck me tonight? Maybe the plug was intended to help ensure I was super stretched by the time we got home. That made sense.

My mind was racing with possibilities. I finally snapped out of it when the waitress returned with the credit card and Michael scrawled a tip amount onto the receipt.

"Let's blow this joint," he said.

"Yeah, give me a second though," I said. I began a careful process of extricating myself from the bench without causing my plug to jostle around too much. Then we were walking out of the restaurant, leftovers in hand, and sliding into his car.