Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2019 19:26:00 -0500
From: Micah Nolan <micahn404@gmail.com>
Subject: Somewhere Unexpected, Chapter 2 (Revised)

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Chapter 2

"Let's go through it again, folks," Angie Hollins instructed, again. The
final song of the first act required the actors to stretch toward the edge
of their ranges, or in some cases, beyond them. They were doing the song
for the fourth time tonight, and not improving on the previous attempts.

"OK guys, it's almost nine, so let's call it a night. We'll work on this
again tomorrow. Two weeks until we open!" As if they needed to be reminded.

"You sounded good," Austin Thompson said to Nate.

"Thanks, you too," Nate responded.

"You're sweet, but no, I didn't. Good thing it's too late to replace me,
because I'm sure Angie realizes how dreadful my voice is by now."

Nate smiled and told him, "Everyone thinks your solo sounds good. I could
tell you worked a lot on it this week."

Unlike Nate's blend-in with the crowd appearance and demeanor, everything
about Austin said, "I am a gay man." His perfect hair and tight clothes,
his exaggerated expressions, and his constant flirting with every guy in
the room made it clear. Was he wearing makeup tonight? Austin was petite,
with a small waist and shoulders. His boyish face was distinguished by a
straight nose, small lips, and manicured eyebrows. He wasn't really Nate's
type, but he was cute.

"Mmm, I've pretty much done that song 800 times a day for the last week. My
roommates are ready to kill me. Can I come live with you?" Austin inquired.

"Not sure how my roommate will feel about hearing it," Nate laughed.

"I am famished after this grueling rehearsal. You hungry?"

"Actually, I was thinking about going to the gym first. Didn't make it
yesterday."

"Oh, I can go with you," Austin exclaimed.

"Do you workout at the same place?" Nate asked.

"I've been known to. I have a really cute workout outfit. The boys love
it."

Nate laughed again. "I'm sure they do."

"You're making some progress, stud," Austin said, giving Nate's bicep and
little squeeze. "I think they crowd is going to lose it in your big nude
scene."

"Shirtless!" Nate corrected.

"Mmmmmm," Austin responded playfully. "Alright, you can have the guys at
the gym to yourself tonight, I'll see you tomorrow."


***


In the last couple of weeks, Nate had not seen the guy with the great ass
at the gym again. He was both relieved and disappointed. He knew he was
overreacting to something that the other person had probably barely
noticed. He was good at that. But he still looked around furtively every
time he went into the place.

Tonight he was focusing on his upper body, thinking about the show in only
two weeks. The gym was fairly empty by this hour, and the repetitions with
the weights were calming after the rehearsal. When someone asked him for a
spot, the question didn't register at first.

"Hey, man. Hello. Hi there," someone said to him. "Excuse me, just
wondering if you could spot me for a second."

"Huh? Oh yea, sure. Sorry, I was in a zone," Nate responded.

"Didn't mean to take you out of it, sorry!"

"No problem, glad to give you a hand."

The other guy laid down on a bench and started lifting the bar. By the
seventh rep, he did need Nate's help to get it back up. He breathed heavily
and stood up. "Your turn?" he asked. Nate agreed, and did a set without
straining too much. He was making progress, actually.

"That was too easy for you," the guy smiled.

"Two months ago I probably couldn't have lifted it at all," Nate laughed.

"Nice. Always good to see results. I'm Aaron by he way."

"Nate, good to meet you."

The two shook hands and then chatted for a minute about their workout
routines. Aaron said he couldn't lift any more tonight and smiled as he
went toward the treadmills. Nate went to fill his water bottle and looked
Aaron over for the first time as he walked across the large, open room.

Aaron was a couple of inches shorter than Nate and probably about the same
age. His had the legs of a soccer player and his mid-thigh shorts showed
them off. His upper body was fairly slim, but he had nice shoulders. His
round face had a small nose and expressive eyes beneath his short, almost
black hair. He was cute. He hadn't come across as gay, although Nate had
virtually no ability to decipher people's orientations like some of his
friends could.

Nate looked at his watch; almost 10. He was tired, so he decided to call it
a night. He thought about walking over to say goodnight to Aaron, but that
might seem too eager, so he headed toward the locker room.

A fit man with gray hair was getting dressed, but otherwise the room was
empty. Nate started to change out of his gym clothes and noticed the man
glance up at him. They didn't make eye contact and Nate stripped down to
his underwear. A mirror near his locker showed him the man's second glance,
and Nate felt an unexpected bit of excitement. He was about to put on his
jeans, but instead he looked through his gym bag and found a clean pair of
boxers. Even though he was going home to clean up, he slipped his briefs
off and methodically arranged his dirty clothes in the bag.

Nate looked back at the mirror and saw the man checking him out. Rather
than putting on the boxers right away, Nate took out his phone and
pretended to check a message. He could feel the man's eyes on his naked
back. He also felt his cock starting to rise, so he threw the phone in his
bag and finally got dressed. Without looking toward the man again, he put
his shoes on and walked quickly out of the locker room.

"What was that all about?" he asked himself as he pulled out of the parking
lot. He wasn't into the older guy and had avoided giving any signals that
he was. So why had he wanted the man to see him naked? Well, whatever
turn-on that had been for the guy, Nate was sure his starfish boxers had
quickly put an end to it. "What a WEIRDO!" he told himself, and started
singing with the radio.


***


The weekend arrived and Nate had daytime rehearsals but no work. Emily
invited him to a party on Saturday night, but he decided that a mud mask
and glass of wine on the couch was more appealing.

"Looking good, man," his roommate Andy told him.

"I'm exfoliating," Nate explained.

"I don't know what that is, but it sounds weird," Andy said, grinning.

"I'm going to tell your girlfriend that you need to exfoliate too. I'm sure
she'll agree."

Andy laughed. He was as easy going a person as Nate had ever met, and
always in a good mood. The two had several mutual friends and ended up
living together their senior year of college when Nate's previous roommate
moved out on three days' notice.

"Have fun tonight," Nate said.

"Umm, you too. I guess," Andy chuckled.

Nate watched half of a bad movie before he turned the TV off and started
wasting time online. He flipped through a few profiles on the dating
website he used and then reexamined his own page. Ugh, his pictures were
bad. Could he possibly make himself look like a bigger dork? He went into
the bathroom and looked at the mirror. Couldn't he at least take a decent
profile shot? His features looked nice from the side. He tried a couple of
mirror selfies, but those wouldn't work on his profile. He went into his
bedroom and got out his small camera and tried a couple of shots with the
self timer. His messy room made a terrible backdrop though, so he gave up
and went back to the couch.

He looked through one of his favorite gay blogs for a few minutes. It was a
shameless mix of celebrity gossip and half-naked guys. At the bottom of an
important update on a pop singer's day at the beach, he got an ad for a
hookup app. Nate clicked on it and quickly wasted 20 minutes searching
through profiles for hot pictures. He clicked on one to see the details and
instead got a message saying he was out of free searches.

"Dammit," he said, as he tried to enlarge the thumbnail in the search
results. That guy is sooo hot, he thought. He impulsively subscribed and a
few second later, he had access to the guy's full page. 6'2", 200 lbs,
brown hair, blue eyes, 7" cock.

"Mmmm," Nate said to the guy, "I'd like to see that. He clicked to enlarge
the pics and the site redirected him to fill out his profile. He quickly
completed a few lines and then reached the point to upload his own
pics. Why not, he thought. But he couldn't find a single photo on his phone
that he liked. So he went back to his room and tried a few mirror shots. He
finally got a decent shot and uploaded it. Most profiles had several
pictures, though, including some private ones that you could unlock for
other users.

Nate took off his shirt and snapped a couple of pics. Not too exciting, he
thought. So he took off his shorts and tried one in his boxer briefs. Then
he went to his underwear drawer to find something more interesting. He put
on a blue and green jockstrap and tried a reverse mirror shot. Not
satisfied, he set the camera's timer and turned so that his ass was in the
shot. His backside looked good in that shot and he uploaded it to the site.

Getting into the swing of things, Nate got on his hands and knees on the
bed, facing away from the camera with his legs apart. His cock was hard
now, so he turned around and took another picture with it sticking out of
the jockstrap. He pulled the fabric aside with one hand and squeezed the
base of his cock with the other, biting his lower lip. That picture looked
good. Nate's cock was about six inches long and thicker than most guys, but
not huge. He kept his light brown pubic hair trimmed but not shaved. It
looked pretty good popping out his jock, he thought.

Nate uploaded a few of the revealing pics and marked them as private. He'd
set up a profile on the app during college but never actually contacted
anyone before deleting it. He wasn't much more outgoing online than he was
in person. He decided to search for guys in another city to keep checking
out pics. He found several that he liked, although most of their public
pictures were only PG-rated. He requested access to a few of their private
pics and said hi. Would he unlock his for them? He considered the pros and
cons as he went to the fridge for something to drink.

When he got back to his room, there were two notifications flashing on the
app. He quickly opened the inbox and clicked the first one. One of the guys
had unlocked his private pics and they left nothing to the
imagination. "Nice!" Nate told the guy.

"Unlock yours?" was the response.

"Well, why not?" Nate thought. So he did. In a minute the guy responded
again.

"Hot dude, great ass. Ever come to LA?" he added a winking emoticon to the
question.

Nate opened the next message; it was from someone much closer. The guy was
29, good looking, and just on the other side of town. He said that Nate was
cute. Nate wrote back to him, complimenting his pictures, as well. The
exchange went on for a couple of minutes before the guy introduced himself
as Mitch and unlocked his private photos. The guy looked really hot in his
first one, wearing tight black briefs--he was muscular, with a fair amount
of dark hair on his thick chest and defined legs.

"Wow," Nate said when he clicked on the next one. Mitch's thick, long cock
was the unapologetic center of the pic. "You're really hot!" Nate told him.

"Thanks, you're pretty hot too," Mitch said in return.

The chat and Mitch's pictures had Nate turned on and excited. He was
getting other messages too and was trying to respond between pauses with
Mitch. He came to quick halt at Mitch's next message, though.

"So, you wanna come over?" Shit, Nate hadn't even thought of that. Of
course he should have, given the app. But he froze at the question and the
prospect of going to meet this guy. A few minutes went by and Mitch asked
if Nate was still there.

Nate put down his phone and paced around the apartment. Though he didn't
care much for it, he opened one of Andy's beers and started drinking. He
sat down on the couch, still nervous and unsure of what to do. The sudden
terror of going to meet a stranger for sex had overcome his
excitement. What would the guy want to do? What if he wanted to fuck Nate
and it hurt? Surely he had a lot of experience, so would Nate's comparative
naivety mess things up? What if the guy was some kind criminal or
something? Nate finished the beer and went to the kitchen for another one.


***


The next morning, Nate woke up out of sorts. He'd jerked off and gone to
bed the night before. Then he'd felt embarrassed and afraid of Mitch's
response to being ignored, so he deleted his account on the hookup app. He
was having dinner with Emily that night and counting on her help him get
the thing out of his mind.

They nearly finished eating, however, and Nate hadn't said a thing. They
talked about the show, and Emily probably thought it was to blame for
Nate's unsettledness. He decided not to mention anything to her about the
app. As they hugged good night, Nate felt even worse, since he had
squandered his opportunity to talk about the thing that was bothering
him. So he blurted out in the parking lot, "Have you ever hooked up with
someone you met online?"

"What? You mean like on the first date," she asked.

"Umm, yea. Or no. I mean hook up without the date," he stammered.

"Oh, like random sex?"

"Yea, like that."

"No, not my thing," she stated firmly.

"Oh OK."

"Is there something you want to talk about, Nathaniel?"

"Yes, but no," he said honestly.

Sitting in Emily's car, he recounted the entire tale. Emily nodded and
asked a few questions, but clearly wasn't confident about the topic. "Look,
sweetheart, I can't tell you what to do here. But I do think you need to
try some things and open yourself up to new experiences. I'm not saying
hookup with random dudes online. But it's a trial and error process, you
know. You don't know what you like until you try it. Maybe you would have
gone to that guy's house Saturday and it would have been amazing, who
knows?"

"Yea," Nate agreed.

"Or maybe he would have locked you in a dungeon or something," she added.

"You're not helping!"

Emily laughed. "Just saying. But seriously, you have to put yourself out
there more."

"I know you're right."

"Always am," she kidded him.

Knowing his friend was right and actually putting himself out there were
two different things, however.


***


In the spirit of opening himself to new possibilities, Nate had gone home
that night and sent messages to a few guys on the dating website. A couple
had written back, and he already had a date lined up for Thursday. Dress
rehearsals for the musical started that weekend, but he thought being
nervous about a date might take his mind off being nervous about the show.

On Thursday, he arrived at Phoebe's Coffee first and found a table near the
back to wait for Ian, a 22 year-old anthropology major with a common
interest in music. From his profile, Nate knew that he was tall and thin,
with dark blonde hair that he kept just above his shoulders and pretty
green eyes.

Ian arrived a few minutes later and greeted Nate with a friendly hug. He
had a breezy casualness and seemed as relaxed as if he were meeting an old
friend. He allayed Nate's uneasiness by complimenting his shirt and taking
an interest in hearing about Nate's role in the production. They had a
meandering conversation that turned easily from school to travel plans to
their favorite childhood TV shows. Nate enjoyed talking to Ian and also
found him pretty attractive. His face was handsome and his lean body had
nice definition. Nate let his mind wander for a moment about how Ian looked
undressed. He tried to focus on the discussion, but Ian's good looks kept
distracting him.

After nearly two hours, Ian looked at his empty coffee cup and said he
should probably get going. The two walked out together and chatted for a
few minutes in the parking lot before Ian moved to go. Ian said that he had
really enjoyed meeting Nate, who returned the sentiment. Ian smiled and
touched Nate's forearm, then leaned in and gave Nate a soft kiss on the
lips. It was only a momentary thing, but Nate was thrilled. A second later,
Nate put his hand on Ian's back and took his lips to Ian's. They kissed
passionately this time, pressing their bodies together.

A few seconds or a few minutes went by uncounted and the two separated and
took deep breaths. A couple of people leaving the coffee shop laughed
quietly at the boys as they went to their car.

A little embarrassed, Nate remarked that you don't get much privacy in a
parking lot. Ian agreed, but he was unfazed. He said that Nate was a good
kisser, which made Nate quickly forget the other people. Ian said he hoped
they could have a second date and Nate attempted nonchalant
agreement. Neither of them wanted the first date to end, though, and they
both waited for the other to say good night.

Nate finally offered a parting word, "well, guess we should both get some
sleep."

Ian agreed, but then said, "Umm, I know this is kind of forward, but I
can't help myself. Do you, uh, want to come to my place for a bit?" He
looked at the ground after asking, appearing nervous himself for the first
time all night.

Nate's first thought was that all of sudden, things were moving too
fast. In the next moment, he remembered his talk with Emily.

"Yea, sure," he responded. "I'll follow you there?"


***


Ian shared a house near campus with two other guys, but the house was dark
when the two entered. Ian quietly led Nate back to his room and closed the
door. He plopped down on the bed and took his shoes off while Nate looked
around. Posters covered one of the walls and books were laid haphazardly
around the room. A shirt hung over the desk chair, but otherwise things
were orderly for a college guy's space. It smelled faintly of the cologne
that Nate noticed on Ian earlier when they had kissed.

Ian held out a hand to draw Nate closer. Nate sat down beside him and they
picked up where they had left off in the parking lot, making out and
becoming more and more aroused. A wavy strand of Ian's hair fell between
their faces and Nate carefully placed it behind Ian's ear. Their hands
meandered over each others' backs, around their necks, up and down their
legs. They lifted their shirts over their heads and leaned further back on
the bed. Nate was entranced by the smooth skin of Ian's chest and his
taught pecs. He moved his mouth down and kissed Ian's erect nipples and let
his hand stray down to his navel and inside Ian's shorts. His fingers felt
Ian's public hair, covered in sticky precum.

He looked up at Ian, who was watching him with anticipation. Nate
unbuttoned Ian's shorts and then pulled them off of the other guy's long
legs. He reached inside Nate's boxers and pulled out a long, thin cock with
a big head. Nate licked the head for a while before taking Ian's entire
cock in his mouth. He worked on it slowly for several minutes while Ian
moaned his satisfaction. Nate paused to pull off Ian's underwear and then
took in Ian's unexpectedly large balls. He could only get one in his mouth
at a time, so he gave them attention individually. As he gently sucked on
Ian's balls, he moved his hand up and down Ian's wet shaft.

Ian finally pulled Nate off him, saying, "your turn!" He pulled off the
rest of Nate's clothes, spread his legs apart, then took Nate's entire cock
in his mouth in one try. As Ian moved his head up and down, he also used
his tongue to stimulate Nate's dick. Nate put his head back and whispered
how good it felt. Ian's technique was amazing, and the sensation pushed
anything else to back of Nate's mind. At times, he would lean up to watch
Ian, with his hair falling over his gorgeous face as he worked Nate close
to coming.

"Let me suck yours again," Nate told him, not wanting to finish yet. They
switched places and Nate again tasted Ian's slender dick. He increased the
speed of the blow job and Ian responded to him with pleasure.

"Oh fuck man, that feels so good!" Ian told him. Nate moved up and down
vigorously and cupped Ian's low-hanging balls in his hand. Ian groaned
loudly and warned Nate that he was about to come. Nate pulled up and jerked
Ian forcefully for a second before Ian's cock pulsed with orgasm. He shot
several times, the first stream of cum nearly reaching the top of his
chest. The sight of it was almost enough to make Nate come, too.

"Wow, that was fucking amazing," Ian said, breathing heavily. He relaxed
for a moment, then jumped up and grabbed a towel from his closet to wipe
the huge load off himself. He was back on the bed in a flash and again had
Nate's cock in his mouth. Within 20 seconds, Nate warned him that he was
almost there. Ian kept going, though, and Nate erupted in Ian's mouth. The
intensity of the feeling washed over Nate's entire body and he grabbed the
side of the bed to avoid being swept away. He felt Ian suck every drop of
cum from him. Nate yelled, "Fuck!" loudly as the wave of pleasure washed
back out to sea, leaving him completely relaxed in the cool air of Ian's
room.

"Sorry, was that too loud?" he asked Ian with a giggle. Ian just moved up
and kissed Nate before collapsing next to him on the bed. They lay next to
each other in contentment for a few minutes.

"Do you like the taste of cum?" Nate asked him finally.

"Not really, but it cuts down on the laundry," Ian responded playfully.

"True," Nate said with a laugh.

Ian invited Nate to stay but thoughts of the busy weekend started to creep
in and Nate decided to go home. They got dressed and Ian took Nate to the
door, where they kissed one more time. After agreeing to meet again on
Sunday, Nate went out to his car and pulled away. It was getting cold, but
he drove with the windows down, enjoying the sweetness of the autumn air.


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