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Lunchtime Snack, Part 6

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Lunchtime Snack, Part 6

Sunlight shown through the verticals and hit me in the face. I quietly untangled myself from my bench-mate who was sleeping soundly. I peered over Rodrigo’s head and glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand—7:45 am. I was worn out, but not really tired. It’s really kind of odd how you can trick your body if you don’t recall what time you made it to sleep!

I discovered that I had to take a leak, so rather than lay back down and subject myself eventually to what would probably be some more “divine punishment” I’d get my morning chores done, maybe even a quick shower while in there. I was able to get completely free from Rodrigo, and as I was climbing carefully out of bed, my oldest cat noticed my exit, and promptly set about meowing. His noise shattered the silence in the room, but Rodrigo barely stirred a bit, and kept on sleeping.

Seconds later the other two cats who had been lounging in the living room met me in the hallway as I quickly sought refuge in the toilet. A slight dilemma—to shut or not to close the door? If I closed the door, the cats would all sit outside and probably make a ruckus—for some crazy reason it seems like every dog or cat alive finds it his or her duty to observe his master take a morning piss or poop! I thought better of it and left the door ajar, and sure enough I had their complete and undivided attention. One by one the brushed against ankles demanding their morning acknowledgement from me. I often wondered what would happen if I ignored them…probably nothing.

Constitutional completed, I pushed the door nearly closed, and stepped into the shower. Fortunately the showerhead is fine, so it’s pretty quiet. I finished my shower, dried off and headed back to the master bedroom. Rodrigo was sound asleep still. I put on a pair of shorts and headed to the front door to fetch the morning paper and then the kitchen to start some coffee after I’d had a glass of juice.

It was about 10:30 when Rodrigo peered through the hall doorway, rubbing his eyes. “Coffee’s on, would you like some juice? What would you like for breakfast?” He put in his order, and then just headed for the toilet. I heard a flush, then the shower running. I stopped what I was doing and got him a spare towel and laid it on the toilet seat.

After we’d finished breakfast, the question of what to do next presented itself. Rodrigo just shrugged his shoulders, apparently deferring to me. I mentioned that usually on Saturday mornings I do my grocery shopping for the week. His eyes lit up and he smiled, “Sounds fine to me—I like to market. Hey, maybe I cook for you tonight!”

We scanned the weekly specials and hit one grocery store and the specialty meat market. Rodrigo was a good shopper—pretty savvy—I have to admit. We came home, unloaded and stored the groceries. While I was doing this, Rodrigo was fiddling with the TV channels, eventually finding the Food Channel. It turned out that he was also a big fan of watching Saturday morning cooking shows rather than the cartoons, etc.

Watching all that food soon made is both hungry and we decided to go out for lunch, and then we visited the local farmer’s market, since he’d forgotten a couple key ingredients to his “surprise” dinner. We shot over two hours walking around the flea market and picked up the produce he needed. Yep—this kind liked to shop!

It was nearly 4 PM when we got back to the apartment. I showed Rodrigo around the kitchen—didn’t take long—small kitchen. Then he asked me if there was something I wanted to do. I didn’t immediately follow him, but he cleared it up for me, “Go watch TV, read a book, etc. while I start dinner, it sort of takes a while.” I walked past the dining area into the living room. I remained in view, but he wasn’t satisfied with this, “I need t concentrate on what I’m doing, maybe it would be better if you watched TV or whatever in your bedroom.”

I got up and headed towards the bedroom. Rodrigo met me in the hallway and gave me a kiss, “I really want to surprise you! I hope you don’t mind.”

Mind? I couldn’t remember the last time someone other than my ex had cooked dinner for me. Besides, there was bound to be something good sports-wise on the tube. Book in hand, I slipped out of sight and flicked on the TV before lying on the bed (which surprisingly Rodrigo had already made up—neat as a pin!) “Hey,” I thought to myself, “I could definitely get used to this again.” My ex-partner had always been a great cook and pretty anal about keeping the house spotless. He was also anally focused on sex too—bottom--which made us very compatible. I found a college football game in the second quarter, so I put away the book and focused on the game. Within minutes—all three cats were vying for position next to me.

Somewhere during the fourth quarter, I’d managed to nod off. Guess the previous night’s festivities caught up with me. I was awakened by Rodrigo telling me it was okay to come out, dinner was on the table. The smells were foreign but fantastic. I noticed it was getting dark outside—I glanced at the clock—6:45 PM. Damn. I rousted the cats and headed for the bath to wash up. On my way I peeked through the hallway—dinner was indeed on the table, which was set for two, candles lit and a bottle of wine in the holder. I quickly splashed a little water on my face, washed up and met Rodrigo at the hall doorway. He gave me a big smile and one serious kiss, “At your pleasure, dinner is served.”

I was impressed to put it mildly. Rodrigo had made some type of complicated meat and vegetable dish; I’d called it a “stew” but didn’t want to categorize it just yet. “It’s a special recipe of my family—it really doesn’t have name—but my grandmother in Panama made this on special occasions,” Rodrigo said proudly.

There was way too much food, but we ate like kinds. The “stew” or “ragu” or whatever you would call it was outstanding…a mixture of four different meats and unusual Latin vegetables I’d never used. I toasted him, “To a wonderful dinner and equally wonderful company!”

“To many more to come…” he returned. I was in total agreement at that moment. To top it all off, we had some Cuban coffee and tres leche for dessert. I was in hog heaven. (You can also make that “pig heaven” I guess). It was after 9 PM by the time we’d finished dinner and cleared things away. I asked Rodrigo if he’d like to go out for a drink or whatever to which he simply replied, “Not unless you do, I’d rather just spend the night here with you.”

Since I’d stuffed myself to the point of being uncomfortable, lolling around the house sounded like an excellent idea. I needed to let the food settle however before anything amorous could take place. Rodrigo seemed to want to relax as well. Saturday night not being a hotbed of spectacular TV lineups, I suggested we pick out one of my DVD movies to watch. I had a dozen or so recent releases which for some reason I’d not yet managed to view. Rodrigo went through the stack and picked out two. He handed me the first one and I got up to put it in the DVD player across the living room.

“I got an idea, he interjected, “how about we get naked and watch together in the bedroom?” I must have had a slightly pained look on my face. “No, no just naked in bed, cuddle and watch them both!”

“Now that’s a splendid idea, I couldn’t think of a better way to watch a movie,” I chided, “that is if we get to watch the whole movie…”

“We watch—both if you like—I’m too full in the stomach for fun just yet.” He replied.

“In that case, you sold me!” I said as I extended my hand and helped up off the couch. When he met me at eye-level he gave me a kiss, then turned and headed off to the bedroom. I turned off the lights and followed. Rodrigo was stripped and climbing into bed already when I turned the corner. I put in the first movie, stripped, and climbed in beside him. I handed him the controls, “You do the honors.”

The movie started and after we piled the pillows in the center, we positioned ourselves curled around each other, naked and ready for some entertainment. We managed to get through the first movie completely, but both of us dozed off during the second one. Somewhere around three in the morning, I was awakened by Rodrigo’s weapon stabbing me in the backside. He had spooned around me and apparently had gotten a woody during his sleep. Within seconds I too was sporting a throbber. I turned over to check on him—Rodrigo wasn’t asleep! He gave me a playful jabbing with his dick, and then pulled me the rest of the way over. I was now facing him and our hardening rods were poking each other. Clarity prevailed—time to make our own entertainment. I could go into morbid detail—but suffice to say it was a block buster double feature!

Yes, there’s still Sunday left…no rest for the wicked!


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