The Exploration Of Nate

CHAPTER XIII

KISS THE BOY

TUESDAY

“Liv, I’m really nervous. Why am I so all over the place. I’m meeting this guy again in person tomorrow evening and I’m a complete mess.” Nate had to call on the only person who was outside of all of this. He adored everything she said.

“Don’t you dare back out Nate. I’ve not seen you this happy or talk so naturally about dating in ages. You have to do this for yourself. You’ll kick yourself if you don’t, I will too.” She didn’t laugh. She was serious. “The question to ask yourself. Would you feel regret if you were to cancel on him or would you feel relief?” Liv tabled the loaded question. 

“I know. I think I’m just in a position where something might actually happen with Scott and I don’t know if I’m prepared for it or not. And regret. Absolute regret.” Nate smiled. He truly meant it. For himself and as much for answering Liv. 

“Nate, this stuff - gay, straight, bi, whatever the hell you want to dress it up as, it’s all the same. It’s navigating feelings and hoping you have a chance in hell of not getting hurt. So you kiss some frogs along the way, that’s life. Scott sounds like a Prince Charming by the way. Also, I think we can both agree, you are not the one night stand kind of boy. I know you. You have a big heart. You’re kind. You’re beautiful. All things that will attract a lot of people but will mean they think they can hurt you. Be a little guarded but you’ll be able to let your guard down with the right person.” Liv comforted. 

“I love you. Thank you. I know. I’m coming to terms with the fact this is more than just a physical thing I’m searching for. Funnily enough I had the same conversation with Chris.” He laughed.

“He’s a good man. Listen to him. Look I’ve got to dash but make the right decision. If it ends tomorrow evening, and you feel like you just didn’t feel  anything, walk away. BUT I think you should think on tomorrow. Kiss the boy, have fun with the boy. Bye loser.” She was gone. Like a fairy godmother. POOFF - wisdom. POOFF - gone. 

Nate picked up the afternoon shift on Tuesday. Before getting ready and heading out he checked his emails.

PHOTOGRAPHER - CITY TOURISM

Good morning Nate,

We’d welcome the opportunity for you to meet with our media team to complete imagery for our latest brochure.

We’ve looked over your portfolio and although there has been a slight gap, which you explained due to your job outside of photography, and your connection with a large employer in the city, we think you will be a great fit for our latest tourism drive. 

If you could let me know when you are free for a digital meeting that would be great. 

Looking forward to hearing from you. 

Wendy Green.

Media and Marketing Manager,

CITY SERVICES 

Nate almost dropped his MacBook. He grabbed it with clumsy hands. “THE FUCK?” He blurted. He regulated himself with controlled breaths. ‘Don’t reply with stupid, unfulfillable times just to sound keen.’ He berated himself. ‘Think about it and THEN go back to Wendy.’ Practicality aside, he was happy. Things were falling into place. 

Nate went back to his phone again before the afternoon shift. Him and Scott had gone back and forth flirting no end since Monday’s impromptu digital voyeur session. 

Scott was clearly on his own in his office.

SCOTT: If you weren’t working I’d expect a visit to my office this afternoon. This is the longest Tuesday ever and we’re not even at lunchtime yet. I seriously can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

NATE: Tell me about it. Can’t wait to get my hands on you tomorrow. I’ll behave, during dinner at least haha! 

Nate realised his momentary cold feet were warmed immediately by Scott checking in. 

SCOTT: You don’t need to behave around me. Everything ok with you? 

NATE: We have reason to celebrate tomorrow. I’ve had a photography job offer which I’m seriously considering. Get me back to my passion! 

SCOTT: Tell me all about it tomorrow. I want to know everything. That’s amazing news though. I can imagine that industry being tough to crack. You should be proud. Too early for me to say I’m proud of you too? 

Nate smiled a smile that stretched over his face. Smitten. 

NATE: It means a lot to know you have my back like that. Thank you so much. Great! I’ll give you all the details, tell me if I begin to bore you though. I’m quite a simple guy with a simple life at the moment. 

SCOTT: Nothing about you is simple. In the best possible way I can mean that. You intrigue me. You’ve got me hooked Nate. I want to know more. AND… YOU. WILL. NEVER. BORE. ME.

NATE: You’re the best. Right, leave me alone. I’ve got to get myself sorted for work. If your dick is throbbing. Send me some action later to get me through this awful shift. 

SCOTT: Whatever you want from me. 

Nate jumped in the shower and dressed for work. He didn’t care the shift was likely to be horribly boring. Thinking about what Liv said. Kiss the boy. Have fun with the boy, made it a little more bearable. The impending job offer was just the icing on this cake that seemed to have an increasing amount of delicious layers. 

LATER:

Nate was wishing the last hour away and finally heard from Scott. The buzz of his phone in his back pocket was a welcome distraction.

SCOTT: Sorry I’ve been quiet. Rugby training straight after work. How’s the shift? I want you to come watch me play one day. I’d be on my A game with your eyes on me. 

NATE: I think I’d happily stand at the side of the pitch watching you. Probably one the easiest yeses I’ve managed in a long time haha. You kidding me? Absolutely! You home now? Nursing that big cock in the shower? 

SCOTT: I’m in bed already. Nate I need you. I’m going to try and resist attacking you as soon as I see you tomorrow. I’ve had to take care of myself so many times the last couple of days. You wouldn’t believe.

NATE: Oh I can believe. Don’t wear yourself out for me tomorrow. Show me what I’m missing. 

SCOTT: MEDIA

A short clip appeared with Scott opening his leg from the left and coming to lie on his back. This time, Scott reached into his pyjama shorts and pulled his cock out. Thick. Pink. Hard. 11”. 

NATE: God I miss that. Work it for me. Come for me. I need something to get me through this last hour. 

Nate shifted to make allowances for his own member growing in his jeans. 

5 MINUTES LATER

SCOTT: MEDIA

Nate hit play immediately. He was met with Scott’s fist working his cock back and forth furiously. A gasp later and ropes sprung from his cock slapping his abs in a messy finish. 

NATE: Well done boy. Now you have me worked up. I cannot wait to see you tomorrow. Please tell me what your plans are for me tomorrow evening, first thing tomorrow morning. I have the next two days off so I hope I can fill them with you. Take from that what you will. Haha.

SCOTT: Anything to keep you happy babe. Now I can sleep. All worth the wait. I’ll text you with everything in the morning. Same as usual please. Let me know you're home safe. If you need me I’ll come take you home myself. 

NATE: You’re the cutest. I’m good. Streets are well lit and I’m friendly with a lot of the residence so I’ll be fine. Cant wait to see you. Night.

WEDNESDAY

SCOTT: Nate, the boy who has dominated my head since I met you, will you please join me for the evening.

Please meet me outside Georgiou’s restaurant at 7:15 PM. Let me know in advance if it’s easier for me to pick you up beforehand. 

We have a booth booked and the taster menu so we can eat light and spend our evening getting to know each other properly. 

What I already know I like. BUT, I want to know everything about you Nate. 

We must celebrate your recent job offer so I may have something to commemorate your brilliance. 

RSVP with nudes. 

SCOTT.

Nate came too as the text alert came through on WhatsApp. He rubbed his eyes, slammed his glasses to his face and sat up. 

“Oh my god. How is this happening to me?” He said allowed as he grinned and reread the text over and over.

He turned over and raised his cheeks. Half covered by his duvet. He thought he’d tease Scott until tonight.

NATE: MEDIA 

Nate sent the photo. From the side. Cheeks arched upward, globes tensed and round. A muscular  and elegant leg wrapped round the bedding. 

‘That’s all he's getting for now.’ He thought as he hit send with a caption: 

Yes to everything. See you there. X

SCOTT: Thank you. THAT is a tease. FUCK. 

Nate laughed out loud. Scott never used language like that outside the moment so this was funny to see. He left the chat with Scott there and screen shotted the invitation and sent it to Liv.

LIV: Fuck off Nate…

No seriously. He's not giving me frog energy. Go get him. BE FUCKING HAPPY. Tell me everything. Love you. Xx

Nate laughed again. How was it possible to feel this good this early in the morning. He sprang out of bed, chucked running gear on and made his way out the door.

It was the last days of August. The heat was thick and the sun was blinding already. 

He was half way along the sea front running track when he saw Brandon up ahead. Their meeting was inevitable. Eyes locked and they both slowed to a jog and stopped.

“Nate, how’s it going? Hope you’re good, mate?” Brandon shifted from foot to foot, possibly sensing the awkwardness and knowing how things panned out between his friend and the man in front of him.

“Hi Brandon. Yeah all good. Just out to get the miles in. How are you?” He tensed at the ‘you’ almost physically stopping himself from asking about Justin. 

“Yeah all good man. David’s pulling the group. Everyone is drifting off. No bother. I can get my fun other ways. Will probably keep up with David and Steven. They love me. Haha.” Brandon chuckled.

“You're quite a boy so cant blame them. Look, gotta go, bit of a packed day.” He went to leave and Brandon grabbed Nate’s arm.

“Look Nate, I know you wont ask about him but between me and you. I was totally rooting for you to make it work. Jason is bad. He’s selfish and toxic, never been a fan. I’ve grown up with Just, he's too good for that overgrown child.”

“Well, thats kind of for Justin to decide for himself. I’ve moved on. Got a date with a brilliant guy tonight. Take care of yourself Brandon, have a good run!” Off Nate went.

Brandon looked back at him. Stunned into silence at the fact Nate was so together, knowing his friend had probably let the best thing that had happened to him literally run away. He muttered “damn” under his breath and ran in the opposite direction.

Home. Nate began to get himself ready for his evening. Taking a long bath to begin with. Next he took care to make sure he was happy with his hole and cock. He took hair removal cream to anything he didn’t want. 

He felt self conscious this afternoon. Walking around the flat naked, checking himself over and over in mirrors. The pressure of a the evening with a perfect gentlemen made Nate question whether he was worthy of being at the same table as Scott. He shoved the doubt to the back of his head. ‘You have to get to know him.’ He reasoned with himself. 

He ran moisturiser all over his body and allowed it to sink in. He couldn’t help but let his thoughts escape to a growing want in him for Scott to take him like he did that warm evening at Gray’s. He resisted playing with himself further. The torture and wait were going to be excruciatingly exquisite. 

Wondering into his bedroom he thought about what he should wear. He pulled out smart black trousers. He liked the way they hugged his rear and his legs just enough. He thought about underwear. If the night goes the way he expects and wants, they won’t be on for long but still. He opted for black briefs that made him feel confident and ready for anything. Finishing off he opted for a white T-shirt, fitting perfectly and skimming his body, exposing his sleeve. It was Nate, but with a slightly more polished edge for the evening ahead. He didn't want to outright change for anyone. The lovely thought; Scott didn’t want him to anyway. 

Black loafers on, glasses polished, a messy topknot replaced with a slicked bun. He was ready. For a little courage, Nate rooted in his fridge to find an unopened bottle of white wine. Breaking the seal and pouring a cautious glass. He took a few sips and let the alcohol soothe his prickling nerves.

‘This is what a date should feel like.’ He thought to himself and exhaled heavily.

DATE

Deciding fresh air was the best way to settle his growing nerves, Nate walked the 20 minutes to the restaurant. He stood outside and looked in through the glass. Happy couples chatting away or gazing at each other, he rung his fingers thinking, ‘this could be you soon.’ He basked in the idea for a moment.

“Nate?” 

Nate snapped his body in the direction of the voice.

“Oh, hey. Hi. Hi there.” He stood for a moment taking Scott in.

His red-brown hair smart but still a little messy. Sexy. Masculine. His thin lips stretched into a kind smile. Slightly flushed. He felt a little nervous too? His green eyes glinting in the evening sun. He shone on the street. Another crisp white shirt giving a little of his body away. Grey chinos that hugged his wonderfully powerful thighs. Loafers, they looked funny on him. You could tell these were going out shoes to Scott. Banished to the back of the wardrobe in favour of running shoes and work brogues. Nate felt smitten with the effort put in.

“Well look at you. Even better again standing in front of me. You look amazing.” Scott reached forward and squeezed Nate’s elbow. Nate’s arms folded in a comfort pose across his middle. It’s 2024, but public embrace between two men is still something to be careful of. They hovered for a moment.

“You too. Handsome as ever.” The heat and movement of Scott around him filled Nate’s nose with soap and oud. This man was intoxicating him without even trying. 

“What’s that? Nate enquired at the smart gift bag in Scott’s hand.

“Hands and eyes off. Something for later. Go. Let’s sit. Dine. Talk.” He pulled Nate gently by the shoulder and faced him toward to the restaurant and prodded him with his finger in the small of his back. 

“Good evening. Booth for Scott Morgan please. For two.” Scott said gently to the waitress inside the door. Keeping his hand at Nate’s back. Nate felt like the centre of the universe. He couldn’t help but grin.

“Perfect. This way please.” The pretty lady led them to their booth. Scott let Nate in, as he did, Scott brushed Nate’s behind gently but made his touch known. Nate bit his lip and slipped round. He wanted to be facing Scott but close too. Scott slid in behind him. Sitting at 10 and 2, their date began. 

“We’ll take a look at the wine menu please and maybe our dinner in about 15 minutes?” Scott was kind and respectful to everyone around him. Nate was totally absorbed. 

The pretty waitress smiled and walked away. 

“So, here we are. It felt like forever to get here. I hope it’s not too heavy to say I’ve really missed you.” Scott squeezed Nate’s knee. 

‘Yup, perfect distance.’ Nate concluded in his head. 

“Me too. This is a beautiful place. You have brilliant taste.” Nate offered enthusiastically.

The hand stayed. “Not just in places to eat…” he flicked his eye brows up and grinned cheekily at Nate.

“I’ll take your word for it.” Nate chuckled. 

The courses began to arrive and they loosened up following some talk of the last few days to just warm things up. 

“Tell me. What’s been your dating history like? I’m keen to know how we came to meet.” Scott enquired.

Nate decided on an abridged version of events. “I uh, have always been Bi, as far as I can remember. Until very recently I was exclusive with women but didn’t feel I was getting complete contentment with them. Fooled around with guys recently, no strings, Chris is a good friend and I kind of accidentally ended up meeting you.”

“Well, that’s one hot accident. I hope I don’t give you any excuse to go back to the other team. Ever.” Scott’s words were firm and Nate felt warm at the assertiveness of them. 

“It was indeed.” Nate grabbed the thick of Scott’s thigh and whispered. “I haven’t stopped thinking about what you can do.” He pushed a pinky finger up to the mound in Scott’s trousers and pushed the sleeping head of his cock with a grunt. They locked eyes and Scott laughed. 

“You’re so cheeky. It’s such a turn on to be with someone who’s not afraid to square up to me. You’re my match, Nate.” Scott locked eyes with Nate and bit his lip.

Nate released his grip. “Tell me then. How the fuck are you still single? Seriously? Anything I should be worried about?” Nate joked but also wanted to assess what he might be getting into based on very recent experiences.

“Just not been in a situation where someone had made me think twice about just sex. I love it. I love my life the way it is, my career, home, friends and family. I just haven’t met the person i want to share that with yet. Dull huh? Family means everything to me and I wont open my life to anyone unless I’m sure.” Scott opened up.

“It’s not dull. In fact it’s the most honest I’ve heard anyone be in weeks. I feel the same. I dont see mine often being here but I’m close all the same. My parents don’t have much but made sure I always had everything I needed and wanted.” Nate smiled to himself thinking about his parents.

“My parents are pretty comfortable. They come from banking families so it was inevitable I’d follow. My sister has a biece and nephew who are my world and her husband is pretty damn cool as well.” Scott smiled talking about his family. Nate was falling for him. There was a pause and then Scott filled it. “Well look at that, we’re on the same page about something really important already.” Scott smiled.

“I like that. Tell me about work, fun?” Nate was intrigued.

“Work, finance. Love it. Stats. Pressure. Big bonuses. Stress. But I love that world but I switch it off when I’m not working. I blow off serious steam in other ways, as you know. Happy to get in on group action, at the moment. I love sex. Rugby, the game is rough but tactical, use my brain and my body. I want you to come watch me. I want to score a try for you. You won’t know what’s hit you when we get to celebrate alone after a game. Love my friends- we can drink for England. Can you handle me totally hammered? I’m like a total baby when I’m hungover. Be warned.” Scott grabbed Nate’s thigh. High this time. Nate clamped his hand hard. 

“Oh boy, I know I can handle you. You don’t scare me.” He grinned and held a hand over Scott’s powerful forearm.

“Good. I need someone who can handle me. But I’m ready to think about sharing my life. Sorry if that sounds a little heavy, I….”

“Shut up. I like it. I want the same.” Nate stared into Scott’s eyes. 

Scott scanned the restaurant then nestled his mouth against Nate’s left ear. He squeezed Nate’s leg firmly again. “Will you come home with me tonight? I promise to give you everything you want. Over. And over. All. Night. Please?” With that he sucked Nate’s earlobe hard. 

Nate gave out a whimper and closed his eyes. “Yes. Fuck.” 

“We need to behave. Now, tell me about this new photography venture please. I need to know everything so I can start thinking about how I can support and champion your passion.” He tapped Nate’s tight thigh and pulled his hand up to play with his white wine spritzer. Tease.

“It’s been my passion for years. Ive been featured in online magazines during uni and always wanted to take it further. There’s beauty everywhere, don’t you think?” Nate looked at Scott. 

“Oh yeah there is.” Scott smiled widely. 

“I’m building up a portfolio and Gray is lending me his event space to showcase.” 

“He’s a good man. Total pig but a good man. Fuck there’s some stories there.” Scott chuckled. “I’m happy for you Nate. Any way I can help, I want to.”

“That’s so sweet. Thank you.” Nate felt warm inside.

“I almost forgot, here.” Scott passed the gift bag to Nate. 

“You shouldn’t go to trouble for me but thank you so much.” He opened the bag to reveal a leather bound portfolio book. Embossed with:

NATE

Capture moments to your heart’s desire.

Nate hugged the gift. It was perfect. 

“Everything is online these days. You should keep physical copies of your favourite work. Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful! Thank you!” He grabbed Scott’s arm and squeezed.

They finished up and made their way to Scott’s car.

He was definitely doing well for himself. The sleek BMW SUV stood just as tall and imposing as its owner.

Nate jumped into the passenger side. He watched out the side of his eye as Scott got in. His powerful legs wrestling against his grey chinos. The white Oxford shirt pulling on his chest. What was it about a man with rolled up sleeves. His Sandi gold forearms dappled with golden hair, almost angelic. The irony was not lost on Nate as to what those could do. 

Their eyes met. "Thank you for tonight Nate." Nate's eyes widened as Scott gazed at him.

"You're thanking me? You organised the whole damn thing. Every detail was pure class. I just turned up. Thank YOU for a beautiful evening."

Scott smiled. "Shut up and kiss me." Scott was sat back in an inviting spread leaning his head against the headrest looking over at Nate.

"No protest from me." Nate reached his left hand across and cupped Scott's cheek. They're lips locked. Squashing they're faces together, their breathing became heavier. 

Scott reached for Nate's waist and pulled him slightly over the arm rest. The kissing continued but Scott reached his right hand down and unbuckled his belt and undid the button on his trousers.

“Babe, suck my cock. You’re driving me wild.” Scott pulled his thick pink cock out of his fly. 

“Fuck I missed this.” Nate grabbed it with both hands and devoured it. Scott clamped a hand over Nate’s head and thrust hard back and forth. The retching filled the car and spurred Scott on. 

Nate held his breath and took it. He was lost in a trance to the thick meat bashing the back of his throat.

Eventually he tapped hard on Scott’s thigh and pulled away wiping his mouth. “Ok big boy, enough.” Can we at least do this in bed one time?” He grinned and smiled. 

“Alright, alright. You got me there. Let’s get you to my bed.” Scott pulled himself back into his trousers and fired up the car and jumped into the traffic. 

As they continued across town Scott looked across. “You know I can get rough, don’t think you need to impress me. Just tell me to stop and I will. I can be tender too. I’m not a monster.” Nate looked down and Scott held out his palm. 

“Well it’s customary to put your hand in mine if I’m offering?” Scott laughed but all of a sudden looked like he needed Nate’s touch. Joking aside.

Nate gently put his hand in Scott’s. “I know you can be tender. I can sense that in you. As we get to know each other, we’ll understand what we want from each other. Right now, it’s new, hot and exciting so you won’t hear any complaint from me.” 

They arrived at Scott’s apartment complex. The tall building was many floors up. Nate looked up. “I’m near the top.” Scott explained as they got out. 

“Of course you are.” Nate said wide mouthed. 

Scott let Nate into the lift first and followed. As the doors closed, Scott pushed Nate against the wall, pinned him and kissed him. “Hey.” Scott whispered and smiled. “Hey.” Nate whispered back. They kissed again.

This time more frantic. Scott reached down and hoisted Nate’s legs onto his waist. Nate wrapped them around Scott, tight. Scott began kissing hard, almost biting at Nate. Nate spurred him on holding his head close. 

Scott scrambled with his trouser fly and pulled his aching cock out. Nate felt the warm hardness hit his cheeks. 

Scott reached for Nate’s waistband and pulled his trousers down to expose his hole. 

Edging forward, Scott pressed his thick head against Nate’s hole and it accepted him instantly. 

“Nate.” Scott whispered again. 

Nate grabbed Scott’s head and held his gaze. “Uh huh.” Pushing their foreheads together, Scott shoved his hips forward and filled Nate.

“Fuck me.” Nate kissed Scott and bit Scott’s lip. Scott held Nate against the lift wall and shoved powerfully. It was hot, new, exciting. 

Nate wanted this to end in bed though. He hugged Scott around the neck and licked his earlobe. Scott shuddered. “Shall we pause a moment. Didn’t we want to do this in bed?” He chuckled. 

“Sorry. You do this to me. Of course.” Scott pulled out of Nate gently and allowed him to stand. They hastily tidied themselves for a second time. Nate stared as he saw out the corner of his eye Scott struggle to squeeze his cock back in his trousers.

They made it to bed. It wasn’t tender.

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Author’s Note: 

Apologies for the delay. I’ve been away. Back to more regular updates.

I’m revising chapter I so please go back when I’m done editing. Will let everyone know. It was my first outing but now I want to enhance the opening of this story.

Thank you to a certain reader reaching out. Adding some real life validity to parts of my story was brilliant to read and discuss. 

Thanks for sticking with me, plenty more to come!