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Chapter 5
Ian dropped off Nate around noon the next day.
"That was fun last night, I'm glad you came," Ian said.
"Yea, me too," Nate agreed. "You around this week?"
"Not sure, have work and and a project due, so may be hectic."
"I am so glad to be done with school," Nate said. "Good luck with all that."
"Thanks man, I'll see ya."
Nate went in the apartment and right to the couch. His feelings about Ian were so tangled. The sexual experiences were incredible and it was stupid to not like messing around with a guy as hot as Ian. But he wanted to get to know Ian. He wanted to be Ian's boyfriend. That was pretty clearly not happening, though. Nate wondered again if he could just enjoy what Ian was offering.
He looked at his phone. There was an email from Anthony, the music student Nate was going to tutor. He had written yesterday asking if they could meet today. Nate just wanted rest, but he figured he should agree, so he suggested they meet for coffee to discuss what Anthony needed help with. He was already committed to meeting Aaron at the gym later, so he might as well. He closed his eyes for a few minutes and fell asleep thinking about the threesome the night before.
Nate sat down in the coffee shop to wait for Anthony, who was going to find Nate based on the blue t-shirt he was wearing. A few minutes later, his pupil spotted him.
"Nate?" Anthony asked. "Yea, hi Anthony," Nate replied as they shook hands.
"Thanks for meeting me today."
"Sure, definitely. How's school going?" Nate asked.
"Pretty good. I'm a little behind in this music before 1800 course, though," Anthony said.
"You're a performance major, right?"
Anthony told Nate a little about his musical interests and current courses. Nate listened and also took stock of the young man's appearance. Anthony was 5'9" or so, with an average build and an ovular face framed by a pair rectangular glasses set on a cute round nose. He had ebony skin and nearly buzzed black hair.
"Well, I can definitely help you with the history course," Nate replied. "I took it a couple of years ago and still have my notes.
"Awesome! I have class Tuesday and Thursday nights, but Mondays or Wednesdays are good."
"Why don't we meet at the music library on Wednesday around 7 then?" Nate suggested.
"Great!" Anthony smiled back. "Guess I'll see you then."
"Yep, see you then, Anthony."
"My friends call me Tony. See you Wednesday, Nate."
They shook hands again and Nate finished his drink as Tony walked off.
"How was your camping trip?" Aaron asked him.
"Pretty fun, actually," Nate told him as they lifted weights.
"Oh yea?" Aaron asked with a grin?
"Yea, there's something about the outdoors, I guess," Nate laughed. "Are you still planning a camping trip with your boyfriend."
"Who knows?" Aaron responded. "He's being a jerk and I'm a little tired of it."
"How so?"
"We pretty much always do what he wants and when I mention it he gets defensive and really doesn't give a shit what I think. Supposedly we were planning a trip for the two of us, but now a group of his friends are planning something and he wants to do that."
"Have you told him what you want to do?"
"He said, `We could do that, I guess.' But he obviously didn't want to. So then we got into it."
"That sucks, I'm sorry," Nate said with a sympathetic expression.
"Thanks. I just wish everything wouldn't turn into a stupid argument. I honestly sort of think he wants to break up but wants me to do it so then he can blame me."
"How do you feel about that?"
Aaron finished his set and thought for a minute. "I don't know. I mean, I'm not sure why I'm trying so hard to make it work. I don't know if we're all that compatible. But it's like, we're in this relationship, we need to make it work. That probably sounds stupid."
"No it doesn't! And I'm the last person to judge a relationship, seeing as I've never had one that lasted longer than a few weeks."
Aaron looked thoughtful. "Why's that?" he asked.
Nate didn't have a good answer. "Because I'm just bad at it," he answered truthfully, smiling.
"Have you dated many guys?"
"If by dating, you mean getting naked, then sure," Nate said jokingly.
"Ah, I see," Aaron said with a knowing grin. "Well, whenever you find him, some guy will be really lucky to have you." They looked at each other for a moment, before Nate turned away, blushing.
"There's just no demand for lanky musicians with awkward personalities," Nate finally said, deflecting the compliment.
"Maybe so," Aaron retorted, looking right at him "but there's plenty of demand for cute artists with cut gym bodies."
Nate couldn't respond, it was such a nice compliment. They finished lifting and then ran for about 15 minutes on the treadmills.
"I'm going to clean up," Nate said, stepping off the machine. "I've got to meet my friend Emily in a few."
"OK, I'm going to keep going for a few minutes. Catch you before you go," Aaron said.
Nate had a quick shower and went to the locker for his clothes. By then, Aaron was getting a towel out of his own locker. He already had his shirt off and Nate took in his smooth, muscular chest. Sweaty, with hair out of place after the workout, he looked incredible. He smiled as Nate looked at him.
Nate turned back to his locker and felt a surge of adrenaline. He wasn't used to guys as hot as Aaron flirting with him. But then again, his encounters the last few weeks had given him more confidence than he used to have. When he put himself out there, he could actually have a lot of fun.
He decided to seize the moment. He took off his towel, standing with his back to Aaron. He glanced over his shoulder at Aaron, who had just finished undressing. They shared a momentary glance. As Aaron wrapped a towel around his waist, Nate turned around.
"You heading to the shower?" Nate asked.
"Umm, yea," Aaron said quickly with a furtive glance at Nate.
Nate mustered the courage and said, "Need some help?"
"Uhhhhh, oh, no. I mean, that's OK." He looked at Nate, who was standing there, naked. "I don't think that's a good idea, Nate. Sorry. I'll catch you later, OK?"
"Yea, of course!" Nate responded, humiliated. He whipped back to his locker and got dressed as fast as he could. What just happened? On his way out, he walked toward the showers and said, "See you later."
"Cool, later," Aaron replied curtly.
Walking out into the cool night, Nate's head buzzed.
"Fuck," he said to himself in the parking lot. "Stupid fucking idiot!" He got in his car and closed his eyes. He felt like crying. Why had he done that? His phone beeped with a message from Emily.
"You coming?"
He wanted to back out, but instead he replied, "be there in 10." He needed a drink.
Things weren't going well for Emily and her boyfriend Will. She was telling Nate all about it at the bar over bad mixed drinks.
"Are you listening to me?" she demanded.
"Of course," Nate said without emotion.
"Shit, you're the worst friend ever."
"Thanks."
"No really, you're useless. I'm pouring my heart out here and you're completely bored," she said. Emily should have been an actress.
"Sorry, I know. What were you saying about Will."
"Nothing, just that he's useless too. So enough about me. Tell me about youuuuuu," she chided.
"Uggh, I don't know. You remember that guy I work out with, Aaron?"
"Um-hmm."
"Well I, uh, hit on him tonight and it totally backfired."
"Huh," she said. "I thought you were into that guy Ian?"
"I am," Nate said. "I mean I was, but he's not into me."
"Weren't you just camping together?"
"Yea but it's nothing serious."
"So what's up with Aaron, you're into him now instead?"
"I don't know, I guess I was just hoping to hook up with him."
"And what about that other guy you said you met at the gym a couple weeks ago?"
"Ummmmm...."
"Lord," she said. "How did you go from not dating to dating every guy in town?"
"I guess I was repressed or something."
"Well you seem to be over that now!"
Nate laughed.
"Listen," she said. "If you step up to the plate, sometimes you're going to strike out. No big deal."
"I guess so."
"The important thing is that you keep swinging."
"Right."
"Just swinging your bat at every dude in the city."
"Now you're mocking me!"
"Yes, I am," she smiled. Relaxed by her gentle ribbing, Nate smiled back.
When he got home, Nate texted Aaron. He hoped that his mistake wouldn't disrupt their budding friendship.
"Hey, really sorry about tonight."
He waited for awhile, but there was no reply, so he went to bed.
Nate was late to work the next morning, leaving his first student waiting. He had not slept well and every red light on the way to the shop increased his agitation. On his arrival, he pulled the door open hard and rushed in.
His student was late too. A lucky break. He looked through his schedule at the six lessons he had today. After that, he'd run home for dinner before meeting Tony, the guy he was tutoring, on campus.
His phone buzzed and Nate hastily picked it up. Aaron's name was at the top of the message.
"No worries Nate. It's cool."
Nate typed back, "It was stupid, I'm an idiot. Really hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."
"Well maybe just a little :-) But seriously don't worry about it."
"Thanks. Really enjoy working out together and hope we can continue."
"Sure. Thursday?"
"Great, see you then. Sorry again!"
Aaron finished with the peace sign emoji.
Well, now he knows how fucking awkward I really am, Nate thought. He wondered if Aaron was sincere about putting the incident behind them or just trying to be nice. No way to tell via text. The student walked in and Nate put away his phone.
That evening, Nate parked near campus and walked to the music library in the fine arts building. It was much smaller than the main library, but he had always like studying there because it was usually quiet. Most materials he'd needed for his music courses were also housed there. He went in and found Tony waiting for him. He was neatly dressed in khaki shorts and a striped polo shirt, with a messenger bag over his shoulder. His average-sized frame was on the slim side, but he had nice legs.
"Hi there," Nate said.
"Hey Nate," Tony said with a friendly smile.
"Ready to get started?"
"Ready as I'm gonna be! Where should we park it?
"There's a table back there that I used to like," Nate said, motioning toward the stacks.
The table sat between two rows of shelves, against a wall in the rear part of the library. Fortunately, it was empty, so they sat down and got to work. Tony opened his bag and spread out two books and a notebook. They discussed his assignment about baroque composers, Tony listening intently as Nate guided him through some of the important musicians of the period and their well-known pieces. Tony needed to choose one of them to write about and they settled on Scarlatti since he was already familiar with one of the composer's operas.
Nate looked at his watch and it was 8:45.
"Oh, I was only supposed to keep you for an hour!" Tony said.
"I had no idea what time it was," Nate said. "It's kind of fun to be talking about this stuff again."
"I'm glad you think so," Tony said, with a smile.
"You don't find a bunch of old dudes in wigs playing harpsichords fascinating?" Nate asked in jest.
"No, but it's cool that you do.
"Is it?"
"Not really," Tony said and they both laughed.
"Well, do you at least feel better about the assignment now?" Nate asked.
"Definitely, this was super helpful."
"Then it's time well spent," Nate said.
"You really know this stuff," Tony said. "I'm impressed."
"You catch on pretty fast," Nate said, returning the compliment.
"Thanks!" As Tony said this, his knee bumped Nate's. "Oh, sorry!" Tony reached under the table and gave Nate's knee a conciliatory pat. "You OK?"
"Yea, no worries." Nate reached over and squeezed Tony's leg in return and the two locked eyes. Nate could feel the small hairs on Tony's leg as he let his hand linger on it. As the younger guy looked at him intently, Nate smiled. He moved his hand up just a couple of inches, holding Tony's gaze. Tony involuntarily pursed his lips at the feeling of Nate's touch. Sensing the other guy's anticipation, Nate slowly moved his hand up into Tony's shorts. He could feel Tony's upper thigh tense as he gradually made his way higher.
Nate was suddenly aware of his surroundings. The two of them were fairly secluded between the bookshelves, but anyone who happened to walk past would see them easily. He felt a surge of excitement--or was it fear?--at the thought of a sexual encounter with this cute guy here.
Nate leaned in further and made his way to the top of Tony's leg; the tips of his fingers felt the short, dense pubic hair above his dick. He moved them down, slowly, and felt the top of Tony's shaft, which was pointing down his other leg. Nate turned his hand and started down the hard cock, all the time watching his subject intently. Tony started breathing in short, irregular bursts and struggled to keep his eyes on Nate. Finally, Nate made a quicker move and wrapped his hand around Tony's thick, hard manhood.
"Ohhhh!" Tony let out a gasp. Instinctively, Nate scanned to room to see if anyone might have heard the sound. They were far enough away from the front that it was unlikely, and no one else seemed to be around. "Sorry," Tony whispered.
Nate reached down to feel the head of Tony's dick and found a thick coating of precum. He coated his fingers in it and then moved back up Tony's shaft. Nate used the natural lube to start a gentle up and down motion. Tony closed his eyes, clearly enjoying the sensation. Nate repeated the action a few times and then paused to caress Tony's balls.
Tony opened his eyes again and then leaned in to reach Nate under the table. The latter was, inconveniently, wearing jeans. This required Tony to take both hands and unfasten the button and slowly pull down the zipper. Nate helped him by lifting up and pulling his jeans down a bit. Nate's six-inch cock was by now pushing on his briefs. Tony lifted the bottom of the underwear on Nate's left thigh and pulled his tool out underneath the elastic. With a backhanded grasp, he slowly started jerking Nate and returned his gaze to his tutor.
Nate moved his hand back to Tony's fat cock and resumed working on him. Both of them were breathing hard now, but otherwise remained silent. In the quiet of the library, there was a faint sliding sound from the sticky precum Nate was using to masturbate Tony. Every so often, Nate would tighten his grip and jerk Tony harder.
"Oh man, I'm getting close," Tony said in a whisper.
Nate nodded and kept up his pace. "Cum for me," he whispered back.
Tony sucked in his lower lip and jerked Nate faster as he got close. Then Nate felt him pulse as he shot his load down his leg in several spurts. This, in turn, put Nate over the edge. Tony kept going and Nate felt his orgasm start. He ejaculated in a white stream of pleasure on his jeans as Tony coaxed every drop of cum out of him.
Tony didn't stop until he was sure that Nate was done. Then he let go and they both had a moment to survey the situation. Nate had shot all over the inside of his jeans. Tony looked in his bag and came up with a couple of napkins. He gave one to Nate and they did what cleanup they could. Nate zipped up his jeans, feeling the wet sensation of the fabric against his leg.
"Wow!" Tony said.
Nate grinned at him. "You ready to get out of here?"
Tony packed up and they walked toward the exit. Nate tried to act casual as they passed the desk, smiling at the librarian. The two went outside into the night air and walked a hundred yards or so from the building before speaking again.
"So are all your tutoring sessions like that?" Tony asked.
"Actually, yes," Nate said, "considering that you're the first person I've ever tutored. They both laughed at this.
Tony looked really cute with his nerdy glasses and beautiful smile, Nate thought. "When would you like to get together again?" he asked.
Tony replied, "Well it would be great if you could give me some feedback on the report after I write it. So maybe this weekend sometime?"
"I'm free Sunday evening, if that works," Nate responded.
"Cool, I'll text you this weekend and we can figure out exactly when and where to meet."