My Hot Uni Roommate Ch. 12

"Oh him? He's so hot, way to go sister! I thought you said he was straight?" asked Carla.

"That's what I thought."

"I bet you two are cute together. Now that the summer is here you should let us meet him sometime. Have you guys kissed yet?"

"Oh um, yeah. And more than that," I said with a sly smirk.

"Oooooooh! Noah's finally getting some dick like the rest of us," sang Jenny as she rubbed shoulders playfully. "How is it?"

"It's really great," I said, spilling the tea. "I went from being a needy virgin to suddenly having some type of sex like every day. We had to stop for a week just to focus on exams!"

The girls continued to gush over my new relationship status as they pried me for details about him and how we started dating. Naturally, I wasn't nearly bold enough to tell them the truth that he found me masturbating to porn, so I fibbed and told them he opened to me about being bisexual one night when we he came home tipsy from a party. Half true at least.

The four of us ended up agreeing that I should have my upcoming birthday party at the apartment as long as Michael was okay with it. The three of them all agreed to come so they could meet them. I also planned to invite a few of my guy friends, although there was only so much space in our small apartment.

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Before I knew it, Michael had returned to the state and it was the planned date for him to come over for dinner. I was nervous and filled with anxiety the whole day. He was supposed to come over around four. Would my parents like him? Would he feel comfortable meeting my parents? I was sure it would probably be fine, but I couldn't help but stress anyway.

After an agonizing vigil at the window, I finally saw Michael's car pull up and park on the street. Suddenly, I had butterflies in my tummy. It had been over week since I had seen Michael. I felt my dick begin hardening and blushed. My body knew what it wanted.

I rushed to the door and waited on the porch as he locked his car and walked up. He grinned wide when he saw me and gave me a double thumbs-up. Maybe his talk with his parents had gone well? Michael hurried to the porch and swept me up in a hug and spun me around. I couldn't help but giggle as I flew through the air.

"I missed you!" I said. He put me down and eyed my crotch. I followed his gaze and saw I had a noticeable bulge.

"I can see that."

"Did you talk to your parents about... you know?"

"Yeah I got the balls to do it a few days in when we were all getting drinks on the beach. They didn't take it super well at first. My dad kind of flipped out. Hard to blame them since I've dated more than a handful of lovely ladies. But my sis was in my corner and she told him to suck it up and deal with it basically. My mom didn't react too badly either, she was just shocked. So it was three against one and my dad calmed down and said it didn't matter and that I was still his successful son. Definitely cried a bit when none of them were looking."

"Awww my tough Michael crying from happiness. Now you're the cute one," I teased.

"Careful now or I might spank you in front of your parents," he murmured into my ear. "Speaking of which, shall we go inside?"

I led him inside and closed the door after us. Once he removed his shoes, I led him into the dining room where my parents were waiting awkwardly. My mom broke into a smile and my dad stared at Michael and looked him over as if sizing him up. Mom walked over to Michael and froze for a second and then decided on offering him a handshake.

"Welcome Michael... right? Noah's been telling about you. I'm excited to meet you. My name is Lisa and this is Larry. And of course you've met Noah. I hope you like lasagna because it will be ready in a little over an hour. Larry is making his famous garlic bread sticks to go along with it."

"Pleased to meet you two," said Michael with one of his warm toothy smiles. "Noah's told me about you two as well. And lasagna sounds amazing. I'll warn you that I eat a ton though."

"Oh, there will be more than plenty! Eat as much as you want. I'm always trying to convince Noah to eat more as well. Although he tells me he's finally gaining a bit of weight which is great news."

"He and I have started working out together so hopefully that will help put a bit more meat on his bones," said Michael. "By the way, is that one of the latest Maronda car models out in the driveway? It looks super sleek."

My dad finally moved away from the wall that he had been leaning against. He perked up a bit as if no longer at a loss and unsure what to do. I knew Michael had asked a good question. My dad was always down to talk about one of his cars, but he rarely had an interested audience in mom and I to talk about the new "baby".

"It is actually. Good eye. One of the new 2020 ones. We just replaced one of our old cars. You like cars, er, Michael?"

"I guess you could say that. I've got an uncle who's a mechanic so I'm mostly intrigued by the nuts and bolts. Interested in showing me whats under the hood and all the bells and whistles its got?" asked Michael.

"Sure, why not. Let me get the keys," said my dad, who suddenly seemed somewhat excited rather than unsure of himself. A minute later the two of them were heading back out the front door. "It gets really great mileage actually but like you saw it's a beautiful ride too. Turns real smooth," I heard him lecturing Michael as the door closed.

My mom swooped in and gave me a hug from behind and a kiss on my cheek.

"He seems to be quite the gentleman," she said softly ass she ruffled my hair. "I'm sure your father will be pleased to have someone who actually cares about his metal baby to gush to. That will be a quick way to help him warm up to your boyfriend."

"Yeah, that was a good ice breaker. Michael's pretty clever," I said with a chuckle. "Do you need any help with dinner?"

"Well it's mostly just waiting for the lasagna and bread to finish at this point, but you can help me wash a few things and set the table if you want. My baby the helper," she said happily.

Mom led me towards the stack of dirty dishes and I began running some hot water. I scrubbed and rinsed them one by one and she dried them and put them away.

"So, what have you two been up to? Any romantic dates? How did you guys start dating?" she asked.

"Um well we've only had one date-date. We went out to eat dinner together. It was pretty nice."

I fed her the same doctored story I had told my girl friends. The one with a lot less bondage and dildos and more happy coincidences.

"Well it sounds like it really just fell into your lap, huh? See it's like I told you, no need to stress about it. Life has a way of happening. I'm just glad to see you look so happy with yourself. This is the least stressed I've seen you since you went off to university."

"I guess you were right mom," I said.

"Mom's are always right sweetie," she said with a confident smile as she pat my shoulder. "I'm glad he's making you happy though. He's a bit older than you, isn't he?" Don't let him pressure you into anything you don't want to do. Oh, and make sure you make him wear a condom if you guys eventually want to be, um, intimate with each other," she said.

"Mom!" I whined. "I don't want to talk about... that kind of stuff with you." I felt myself turning red and hated how awkward I felt. If only she knew we had already fucked three times. Then I realized what she had insinuated by telling me to remember to make Michael wear a condom.

"Hey, wait a minute! I can wear a condom too you know," I said sourly.

Her face froze for a second and then she gave me an embarrassed and apologetic look.

"Oh! Well of course sweetie. I, um... I didn't mean... Well as long as you two are being safe," she finished lamely.

I sighed. Sold out by my own mother! It was clear that after seeing the two year older brick wall that was Michael she had already assumed I would definitely be getting bent over by him. Or maybe she had assumed ever since I came out to them that I would be a bottom. The truth sometimes stings if only slightly.

"Well, at least I don't have to ever worry about you getting pregnant. Oh! Or, um, you getting anyone else pregnant," she added in as a quick afterthought. I frowned at her.

"Mom... You're embarrassing me and making it weird. How about you tell me about your gardening instead?"

"Sorry Noah. Sometimes I just say things without thinking it through. But anyway, some of them are flowering really nicely this year..."

Mom was really passionate about her plants and flowers, so luckily the conversation veered away from my sex life and how immune to getting pregnant I was as a gay guy. I told myself that as awkward as it was, I had to at least be thankful my mom was trying her best to show that she accepted me and still loved her gay son.

We were finishing setting the table nearly a half hour later when my dad and Michael finally reappeared. Both of their hands looked a bit greasy. I was overjoyed to see that my dad looked pretty pleased with himself. It seemed like Michael was making a good first-impression which was the most I could hope for.

Dad and Michael washed up and then the four of us has a casual conversation in the kitchen while we waited for things to finish cooking.

"How are you with garlic Michael?" asked my dad as he began dusting the bread sticks with even more garlic.

"I want ALL the garlic," said Michael. My dad chuckled.

"Good to hear," my dad replied before practically coating a few of the bread sticks in garlic powder.

Soon enough, we were moving the food into the dining room and piling our plates high. Michael sat next to me and my parents sat across from us. The casual conversation continued with my mom asking Michael about himself and my parents talking some about what their college experiences were like and what they do now for a living.

Michael left a few hours later with a few more pounds in his stomach after I gave him a goodbye kiss on the porch. The first meeting had gone great. I wondered if and when Michael would want me to meet his family. I wasn't as smooth as Michael, so hopefully this didn't think I was weird or awkward.

The next day, I celebrated my birthday with my parents. We had a big vanilla cake and chocolate ice cream and they gave me a few gifts. Now that I was older, it was mostly just cash or gift cards and some new clothes that looked nice enough.

I stayed with my parents for the rest of the upcoming week and then finally I returned to the apartment Saturday morning. Michael was also supposed to be coming back to the apartment sometime Saturday as well. Although he wasn't taking any summer classes like me, it was closer to his work place than his family's place, so it would work out conveniently.

And later that night, my planned birthday party was to take place at the apartment. My three girl friends said they were coming and so was one of my guy friends. And of course, Michael would be there as well. He had been hinting to me that he had been shopping for a few birthday gifts for me to celebrate turning twenty. I privately hoped the gifts were not more panties...