Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2019 18:22:22 -0500
From: Micah Nolan <micahn404@gmail.com>
Subject: Somewhere Unexpected, Chapter 1

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, locales,
organizations, or persons is entirely coincidental. No part of this story
may be reproduced in any manner without written permission from the
author. Parts of this story contain explicit descriptions of sex among
consenting adults. If you are offended by such content or should not be
reading it, please don't.


Chapter 1

"It took me a long time to overcome my shyness, but it was the best thing I
ever did." That was the advice of a reality TV star being interviewed on
the morning radio show that Nate Fulton listened to on his way to work.

"Well, good for you, Chris," Nate said in response as drove with one hand
and took a sip of his $4 drive-through latte with the other. The
inspirational message was totally wasted on Nate; he was never going to get
over his own social reservations.

As he pulled into the Miller's Music Shop parking lot, Nate steeled himself
for another day of the jarring musical expressions of the half-dozen or so
students he would teach. Music was his passion, and he enjoyed sharing it,
but it was not a calming job. As he walked past the drum kits toward the
small lesson rooms, he held out hope that his first pupil would cancel and
he could read quietly for the hour.

The starving artist cashier, Alton, showed signs of sleep deprivation and
apathy toward his post as Nate wished him a good morning. Alton was a
couple of years older, maybe 25, with long curly hair that looked like it
seldom experienced the benefits of washing. He had a nice features though,
and a toned body with a generous coating of ink depicting a variety of
musical and hieroglyphical characters. He spent much of his time texting
with girls that he seemed to meet at bars, grocery stores, bus stops, and
pretty much anywhere else he went. Nate had considered asking for tips, but
that would probably make him even less hip in Alton's view, if that was
possible. And anyway, Nate wasn't sure if Alton's musician appeal with
college-age girls would work on the guys Nate liked.

Reaching the lesson schedule at the back of the store, Nate was reminded of
the fact that today was a school holiday, so he had more kids than
usual. First up was Natalie Fisher, an attentive 8 year-old with some
promise of one day being able to play "Mary Had a Little Lamb" in under
five minutes. But not today, he thought, as he finished his coffee and said
a short prayer for patience.

***

During his lunch break, Nate's friend Emily texted to ask about the
Internet date he had last night. Meeting guys online was about the only way
he could find a date, since it didn't involve revealing the full extent of
his awkward personality and appearance until it was too late for the guy to
escape before having at least one drink.

"He hated me," Nate responded.

"uh really?" Emily asked.

"Well, probably."

"doubt it! anyway tell me about it tonight, meet at your place after work?"

"Be there by 7."

"see you there handsome."

Emily had a way of irritating Nate with her constant encouragement and lack
of proper punctuation. Couldn't she just acknowledge that Nate was a weird
and not-very-good-looking loner? Her encouragement was probably the only
thing that got Nate out on a date in the first place, so the poor results
were her fault.

In his moments of more optimistic self-appraisal, Nate acknowledged that
his slim 6-foot body was alright, and his thin face, with its
well-proportioned nose and full lips, somewhat appealing. His legs and arms
had some definition, and more than one guy had told him how nice his ass
looked. Looking at his green eyes and short, light brown hair in the
mirror, he could give himself credit for being ordinary looking. Taking
mirror pics in some tight-fitting underwear even made him look kind of
attractive. Too bad every other 23 year-old gay guy in town looked way
better.

While giving lessons payed the bills, Nate's real passion was
performing. He was part of a local ensemble and played piano at weddings
and other events. Despite his recalcitrance in social situations, he didn't
have much stage fright. In a way, he actually felt invisible in front of an
audience, as if the people were as focused on the music as he was, and not
aware of who was playing it. He also liked to sing, and had a part in a
community theater musical the next month.

The day went by quickly enough, with the challenge of teaching keeping his
mind continually occupied. By five, Nate was ready to go home and relax
until Emily got there. But his mind turned back to the show, and the fact
that in one scene, he would be shirtless. That made him think about the gym
and his wavering efforts to add some definition to his upper body. After an
internal discussion with himself, he gave in and headed toward the gym.

Changed into his unrevealing, baggy workout outfit, Nate emerged into the
fitness savannah like a timid antelope, looking in every direction for the
hyenas that would laugh uncontrollably at his lanky physique. He imagined
everyone in the gym was just like the kids who used to torment him in
fourth grade PE class. Ravenous animals who fed on the embarrassment of
nerds. None presenting themselves right away, Nate proceeded to the
weights.

After lifting some impossibly heavy for their weight weights and running 20
minutes on the treadmill, he went to the locker room to retrieve his
stuff. His weather app told him it was now only 51 degrees, so he decided
to change back into his regular clothes. As he took off his shorts and
oversized shirt, another guy came in from the showers with a towel wrapped
tightly around his waist. Nate had recognized him earlier as someone who
clearly spent more time in the gym than Nate himself. The guy looked to be
in his mid-twenties, with a square face and dark hair. He was only 5'8"or
so, but his thick arms and legs increased his stature. Nate wished he had a
better vantage point from which to stare, but as they were only separated
by the bench between their two rows of lockers, he averted his gaze.

His resolve to mind his own business lasted ten seconds or so before he
gave into another furtive glance. The guy had turned just enough to notice,
and looked right at Nate.

"Hey," he said matter-of-factly.

"Hey," Nate mumbled in return. Standing in his underwear, he felt his face
reddening and quickly turned back to pull on his jeans.

Putting on his shirt, Nate noticed the guy had dropped his towel on the
bench and was looking through his locker for his clothes. His round ass and
muscular thighs were amazing in the moment Nate allowed himself to look.

A minute later, Nate was dressed and closing the locker. As he started out
of the room, he looked back for a second and noticed the naked guy was
looking at him again. Almost panicked, Nate bolted for his car and just
hoped the guy wouldn't chase him. Straight guys didn't appreciate being
checked out in the locker room. As he drove home, he told himself that he
had to be more careful and worried that he might run into the guy again the
next time he went to the gym.

***

"Are you sure he wasn't checking you out?" Emily asked.

"He was looking at me and I'm pretty sure he knew I was trying to check him
out," Nate responded."

"How many times did he make eye contact?"

"Well, two or three, I guess."

"He was interesteeeeeed," Emily said, grinning.

"No, he was ready to beat my ass for looking at him."

Emily exhaled, making a point of seeming exasperated. "If a guy doesn't
want you looking at him, he will avoid eye contact, not try to make it
three times. And he definitely won't stand there naked to give you plenty
of time to check him out. Seriously, you are clueless!"

Nate wasn't so sure. But there was no point in arguing it further. "Well
you know the behavior of naked men much better than I do," he stated.

"You're right I do!" she agreed playfully. "And I know when a big strong
man wants to show you what he's got, Nathaniel. One day, you have to give
in to your sinful urges and try it."

Nate threw a pillow at her and leaned back on the couch. "How's it going
with Will?" he changed the subject.

Emily thought about it. "He's fine. I don't think it's going anywhere
though. He's still in college mode and I'm an adult, you know? I told him
I'm thinking of moving to New York and he's like, `They have really great
clubs in New York.' Like that's why I'm going to move hundreds of miles
away, for the clubs. I try to talk to him about my career and he thinks
it's boring or something."

"But the sex is still good," Nate added.

"The sex is still good," she agreed.

"Men are simple creatures," he reminded her in a mocking tone.

"Tell me about it! But anyway, what about your Internet dude?"

"Hmmm," Nate began. "He was nice, but we just couldn't find anything to
talk about. He started talking about sports and I tried to act interested,
but you know. I mentioned my part in the musical and he gave me this very
knowing glance. Like, `ahh, one of those gays.' So I'm pretty sure he's not
gonna call."

"Do you want to call him?" Emily asked.

"No. I mean maybe. He was nice I guess."

"Doesn't sound too nice."

"Well he looked nice!" Nate retorted.

They both laughed.

"Well since you went to the gym and you're not going to have another date
this week, guess we can have pizza!" Emily said.

***

After Emily left, Nate realized he had never taken a shower after working
out. He went to his room and undressed, starting to feel tired from the
long day. He got in the shower and closed his eyes, putting his face in the
warm water and exhaling deeply. He let his mind wander as he relaxed. Back
in the gym locker room, he decided to have a shower there, rather than
going directly home. He slipped off his tight briefs and threw them in the
locker. As he reached for his towel, he felt the glare of the built guy
across from him. He turned around and the guy smiled at him. Thrilled, he
gave a little smile back and put the towel over his shoulder.

Finding an empty shower he hung his towel outside and started the water. He
looked back toward the lockers and caught the guy's gaze again. The other
man's hand went to his cock for a moment and Nate watched, transfixed. Nate
looked up again and the guy started walking toward the shower. Nate ducked
inside and in a minute heard, "Can I join you?"

"Sure," Nate tried to say casually.

The next minute, the two were making out forcefully under the water, and
the other guy lifted Nate's leg up and ran his hand underneath it. He
slowly moved his hand toward Nate's ass, gently gliding over it while
pressing their bodies and mouths closer together. Nate's hands went wildly
across the guy's strong back and onto his perfect, muscular glutes.

"Whew," Nate panted, back in his own bathroom. He looked down at his
straight six-inch cock sticking up at a 45 degree angle. He was on the edge
of coming, but wasn't ready to end the fantasy. As he started to imagine
the gym stud's finger going inside him, Nate had an idea. He jumped out of
the shower and went to his closet to find the dildo he had bought a few
months ago. Underneath its realistic looking balls, the toy had a suction
cup to hold it in place. Nate jumped back in the shower and quickly stuck
the dildo on the back wall at about the right height. It was pretty thick,
so first Nate took a finger and slowly worked it into his hole. Once he had
two fingers in comfortably, he decided he was ready.

Reaching outside the shower, he got a handful of lube and coated the rubber
cock with it. He backed toward it and used his hand to guide the tip into
his ass. Slowly, he took the entire shaft inside him and then paused to
catch his breath. As he imagined the muscular guy behind him, Nate started
to move his hips faster, feeling the dildo slide in and out and
moaning. Then he started to rub his own cock as the fucking continued. The
sensation was amazing. He worked into a rhythm, sliding back and forth on
the shaft and jerking his own cock forcefully. With a few more thrusts,
Nate felt himself about to explode and then he shot again and again,
sending every bit of cum inside him onto the shower floor.

He came to a stop and gently slid off the dildo. "Shit," he said hoarsely
to himself, bracing himself against the wall as he felt fatigue suddenly
come over him. He rinsed off and got out of the shower. As he collapsed on
his bed, he wondered if sex would feel like using the toy. He had not
really decided whether he was a top or a bottom. The few experiences he had
with guys had only included oral and handjobs. By now other guys his age
had plenty of experience, which added to his trepidation about trying
it--he was sure he'd do it wrong, somehow. But he was too tired to worry
over it tonight.


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